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Discovering Christina

By: RossDaniels



For --C-- 

*

"Shit! I've got to get over to the CPA's by Monday and sign that damned quarterly estimated tax form." It's funny how the strangest things pop into your mind—even when you're in the process of getting a really good blow job.

Jackie certainly knew what she was doing in that department, and she'd been perfecting her skills on me for the past six months—a little perk I was learning to enjoy from my administrative assistant. I looked down and admired the thick mane of dark brown hair that partially covered Jackie's pretty face as she concentrated on the job at hand.

But suddenly, as if she knew that I'd lost my focus a bit, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes, slowly eased my hard cock out from between her full red lips, and began to lick sensuously along the length of my shaft with her very talented tongue.

"Mmmmmm, you're so good, baby."

"I know it, Mr. D," she purred. "I've been told that many times." And with that, she took just the tip of her tongue and began to lick very lightly on that exquisitely sensitive spot just underneath the head. "Oh, so you like that, do you?" she teased as the head swelled reflexively from the intense sensation.

My knees began to feel weak and I leaned back to steady myself on the edge of my desk, which was cluttered with the remnants of a hard week's work. It was late Friday afternoon, and Jackie and I were enjoying an end-of-week ritual that we'd started about a year after she began working for me.

I reached down and began to run my fingers through her thick hair and used the other hand to caress her cheek. She responded by cupping my balls in her hand and massaging them gently. By this time she had taken me inside her mouth again and was slowly bobbing her head up and down, making my shaft slick and wet with her saliva and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

Then, just to tease me a little more, she eased my shaft from her mouth and held the tip a few inches above her outstretched tongue. She allowed three or four drops of precum to drip onto her tongue before taking me back inside. The way she seemed to savor every inch, every taste of me brought me right to the edge. It took all my concentration and effort to hold on just a little longer to these incredible sensations.

Jackie's blouse had somehow managed to come unbuttoned during the course of events, and I watched as she used one hand to lift first one, then the other of her full breasts from her low-cut bra and pinch each nipple in turn. All the while, she never missed a beat with her other hand, which was slowly gliding up and down my shaft as she swirled her soft tongue around the head.

I closed my eyes so I could focus on the wonderful sensation that was building in me. It was an itching, almost burning that started at the base of my cock and began to slowly climb upward with each stroke of Jackie's talented hand. My legs grew stiff and I could feel my balls tighten, signaling that I was very close. My hands tightened their grip on Jackie's hair and I began to pull her toward me, even as I bucked my hips to meet her eager mouth as she took me completely inside over and over again.

I was literally fucking her mouth by this time, wanting nothing more than to explode in her and feel the release from this aching she had created. "I'm cumming!" I hissed between clinched teeth, as I pulled Jackie tight to me and held her there as one, then two, then three jets of cum erupted into her mouth. "Oh fuck, oh fuuuuckkk," I whispered to no one in particular.

As she felt the first burst hit the back of her throat, Jackie began to move her hand up and down my shaft as fast as she could, while keeping the head between her lips. She began to suck and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot from the base of my spine out to the tip of every extremity. She sucked and sucked, and seemed to draw every last bit of the thick, creamy liquid out of my now softening member.

By this time my legs had turned to jelly, and I literally had to hold onto my desk for support. My breathing was rapid and my heart was pounding. I was experiencing yet another of the wonderful orgasms that Jackie knew just how to elicit. "Oh, baby, how do you do that to me every time?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"Because I know just how to handle Mr. Happy there," she laughed, as she gave it a little kiss, then stood up and began to put her clothing back together.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't you want me to return the favor?"

"Not tonight, Mr. D. Marvin's getting home tonight, and he'll give me all the fun I can handle." Marvin was Jackie's boyfriend of five years. He was a long-haul trucker and was gone sometimes two weeks at a stretch. He lived with Jackie when he was in town and the rest of the time in the sleeper cab of his truck.

"That man's always so horny when he comes in off the road, I'll be walking funny when you see me Monday morning."

"One more thing. Why do you insist on calling me 'Mr. D.'? I've asked you to call me Ross about a dozen times."

"Oh, Mr. D., I think we should keep our relationship strictly business. Don't you?" With that, Jackie ran her tongue exaggeratedly around her lips, gave me a wink, and headed for the door.

I couldn't do anything except sit there on the corner of my desk with my trousers still around my ankles, and laugh. "Okay, sexy, have a great weekend. And tell Marvin hello for me."

"Will do," she said over her shoulder as she headed out the door. I couldn't help but watch as she left. Jackie had the most perfect bottom I'd ever seen, and she loved to show it off in the tight skirts and pants that she always wore in the office.

******* I knew Monday morning would roll around soon enough, but not before I'd endured another long weekend. My hometown of Durham was a small place, population around 15,000, if you counted the few thousand students at the local college. Over the years, seems as if I'd dated most of the eligible women in town, and some like Jackie who weren't exactly eligible.

I'd had my share of fun, but I'd never found a relationship that filled the need inside me that I couldn't quite describe. So, there I was . . . late 40's, never married, and living like a hermit when it came to my social life.

I guess I'm an attractive-enough guy. I'm on the tall side at 6-1 and still weigh the same 175 pounds that I did when I graduated from Midwestern State University 25 years ago. It takes a lot more effort to keep myself even slightly toned these days. My dark brown hair is beginning to get grey around the temples, but that's supposed to make a man look distinguished, right? Right.

I hadn't planned to be living in Durham at nearly 50 years of age. In fact, I hadn't planned on living here at all after I left for college. But things didn't quite work out as I'd expected. My parents were killed in a car wreck a few months before I graduated from Midwestern, and being an only child, it fell to me to try and pick up the pieces of two lives that had ended so unexpectedly.

My father had been a homebuilder in town—he'd been responsible for most of the custom houses that had been built in Durham. And he'd also invested in some commercial real estate, picking up some good buys on several rundown buildings in the downtown area. I'd worked for him as a kid and had picked up enough of the business to be able to keep things going after their death, even though it was incredibly painful at times.

But as I began to get the feel of things, I looked up and realized that five years had passed, then ten, and I'd settled in, perhaps a bit too comfortably, to the slow pace of my small hometown. I even managed to rehab those old downtown buildings my father had taken a chance on, and actually did pretty well on them. I sold two for a nice profit to the oldest bank in town because the chairman of the board decided to do his part to reclaim the downtown area by locating their headquarters there.

The other one I kept for myself. I fixed up the first floor, used part of it for my office and leased out the rest to a little coffee shop that has done surprisingly well. But it's the second floor that I'm really proud of. For some reason, I got this wild hair and decided to turn it into a loft apartment and move into it myself. People still think I'm crazy to live above my business when I could have a really nice house built by one of my crews. But I like the urban feel of it, and the space is just perfect for a single guy like me.

For most of my years in business, I'd financed my projects through United National, the bank that bought the two downtown buildings from me. My father had banked there, and they were really good to me when I was trying to pick up the pieces after my parents' death. Besides, as it turned out, my best friend all through school went to work there after college and rapidly worked his way up to executive vice president. By the time he was 30, he was president and chief operating officer.

His meteoric rise into upper management was not all that surprising. Jeff Masters was a bright, charismatic and very likeable guy. He also married the bank chairman's daughter—a move that probably worked out better from a career standpoint than a personal one.

So, there I was the next Monday morning, walking the two blocks to the bank to talk with Jeff about financing my next project.

******

I'd known Masters ever since the two of us started to first grade at Thomas Jefferson Elementary. He and I got paired up by the teacher to walk together to lunch that first day, and we'd been good friends ever since.

The two of us had a lot of fun over the years, especially when we were in high school. We had our share of double dates and enjoyed a lot of "firsts" together. By the time he was 18, Jeff was a big, strapping kid, probably 6-2, 190, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He lifted a lot of weights and had the physique of an athlete, which he most certainly was. His senior year, he made all-state in football, and also starred in basketball and baseball at Durham High.

With those attributes, Jeff had no trouble attracting women. And I was all too pleased to be there to enjoy some of the action, as well. I called Jeff the "rainmaker" because wherever we went, he'd always manage to hook us up with the two best looking women in the room. I didn't mind at all that Masters got first crack at the best looking one. The "rejects" were real fine, too.

Not that I had a lot of trouble meeting women myself. I was an athlete, too, but concentrated on basketball. Masters and I took turns earning scoring honors during most of the basketball games our senior year. And the women didn't seem to mind my dark brown hair and brown eyes. Together, we were quite a pair. But I never minded Jeff taking the lead, because he seemed to need it so.

After high school, we surprised everyone by going our separate ways. Jeff had a scholarship offer to play football at Southern State, the small college located in Durham. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait to see some new territory and opted to attend Midwestern State University, a much larger school 200 miles away. The year was 1977, before cell phones and internet access. It just wasn't as easy to stay in touch as it is today. Besides, guys are notoriously bad at maintaining long-distance relationships (unless phone sex is involved). We pretty much lost contact after that because Jeff was so involved with football and my trips home were infrequent.

Every now and then my mother would send me a clipping from the home town newspaper that described some of Jeff's exploits—usually football related. But during my senior year, I was surprised to read that Jeff was engaged to Mary Sue Wilson, one of the "good" girls in high school that we never had much interest in. Oh, she was good looking enough, but she had this standoffish air about her. She just seemed a little older and, at least in her mind, more sophisticated than the rest of us. 

Mary Sue came by that attitude naturally. She was the daughter of the richest people in Durham. It was old money, too, at least as defined in our little town. Her great grandfather had founded the local bank the same year the town was established, and over the years, it had developed into the dominant financial institution in our part of the state. More recently, they'd expanded with branches in 25 cities spread across two states. As successful as it was, the bank was only the base of the Wilson family's financial empire, which also included large real estate holdings, farming and ranching operations, and insurance.

Because the Durham bank was "home base" for the Wilson financial empire, the family lived in the community. And they tried to maintain a relatively low profile in Durham. I suppose they didn't want people to realize how much money the bank was making. But they lived very well when they were out of town, with homes in Colorado and Arizona, and frequent trips abroad. I always had the idea that Mary Sue would rather live somewhere else—with her more sophisticated friends.

But somehow, she had ended up in Durham, just like my friend Masters, going to Southern State. Perhaps she liked being a big fish in a little pond after all. It was only natural that she and Jeff eventually linked up, with her being the big woman on campus and he the quarterback on the football team.

I was a little hurt that he didn't ask me to be his best man, given we had known each other for so long. But it was true we hadn't been as close during our college years, and one of his football teammates filled that role, along with about six other buddies who paired up with Mary Sue's sorority sister bridesmaids. As it turned out, with my parents' death right before the wedding, I was grateful not to have to worry with being a part of it. It was hard enough just to go.

It was quite the shindig, with Mary Sue's parents sparing no expense to start their only daughter—only child, in fact—out in married life with the biggest wedding the town had ever seen. After a honeymoon in Hawaii, Jeff and Mary Sue moved into the new home that the Wilsons had provided for them, and Masters took his new position at the bank. It looked like he was ready to live the good life.

Despite his rapid rise professionally, Masters soon found that Mary Sue was not that easy to live with. What a surprise! She was used to having things her way and that didn't change with marriage. But he enjoyed his job at the bank and the lifestyle it provided. And he knew that if Mary Sue were out of the picture, he would be, too as far as the bank was concerned. Jeff may have been President and Chief Operating Officer, but now, with both her parents gone, his wife was Chairman and CEO. Enough said.

******

"Can I help you, sir?" 

I walked into Masters' reception area at the bank with my nose in some of the drawings I was planning to go over with him and at first didn't see the young woman who was sitting where Jeff's long-time assistant, Shirley, was normally stationed.

"Oh, hi there," I offered, a little flustered at encountering a new face in a bank where I pretty much knew everyone. And a beautiful face it was! 

"Are you Mr. Daniels?" she asked in a very businesslike fashion. "Mr. Masters is expecting you." She stood up from her desk and extended her hand. "My name's Christina. I'm going to be working as Mr. Masters' assistant for a few months while Shirley's on medical leave."

"Nice to meet you, Christina," I responded, finally collecting my thoughts and focusing. I shook her hand and smiled. "I'm sure Mr. Masters is grateful to you for filling in like this."

If I knew Masters, he was more than grateful. He was ecstatic. Christina was a beautiful girl, probably no more than 21 or 22. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and big blue eyes. And her smile was just electric. It sort of drew you in and let you know that this is a girl you'd enjoy getting to know. 

She was wearing a tight black skirt and white silk blouse, cut perhaps just a little lower in the neckline than one would normally expect to see on an employee at the conservative United National Bank. But it was as if the blouse was just made for Christina. It hugged her full, round breasts and showed just a hint of cleavage. She had full lips that naturally formed into a sensuous pout. Her fingernails were painted a bright red, and as I let my eyes drift a little lower, I could tell her toenails matched by the couple that were visible in her open toed shoes. She probably was just a little over five feet, but appeared taller because of her high heels. They must have been at least four inches . . . once again pushing the limits of the United National dress code. But they certainly did show off her shapely legs, and I doubted Masters would complain about it.

"I see you've met Christina," Jeff said as he walked from his office into the reception area. His voice caused me to look up after I had probably already looked at Christina a little too long.

"Oh, yes," she's very efficient and professional," I stumbled, trying to hide the fact that I'd been thinking of her in quite different terms.

"Come on in, Ross," let's talk some business. And with that we retired to Jeff's office and each took a seat at his small round conference table. I started spreading my drawings out on the table, preparing to go over the new project, when I realized Masters was looking at me with this huge smile on his face. "So you like my new assistant, huh?"

"Was it that obvious?" I responded, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, quite obvious."

"Well, ignoring for a minute the fact that she's probably young enough to be my daughter, I'm assuming you have the inside track on any hanky panky that might go on."

Masters just shook his head. "Wouldn't I love that. But she's Mary Sue's cousin's daughter. She just graduated from college and needed a job, so I hired her to fill in for Shirley for a few months," he explained. "And Mary Sue would cut my nuts off if I laid one hand on her."

"That's funny," I said, trying to hide a smile, "I thought Mary Sue cut those off a long time ago. I heard she keeps them in a jar on the mantel."

"Fuck you, Daniels. You're not sounding much like a man who came here to borrow money. You'd better start treating your banker with a little more respect."

We spent the next hour going over the plans and drawings for the new commercial development I was planning on the highway just south of town. Durham was growing in that direction, and I was sure that a strip shopping center would do well, given the amount of traffic that would be passing by that location in the coming years.

Apparently Masters agreed. We shook hands on the deal and that was it. We'd known each other long enough that a handshake was enough for the two of us. Of course, a lot more documentation was needed for the bank auditors. "I'll get all the papers together in a few days and get them down to you," he said, as he walked me to his office door.

"Oh, Christina," Masters said as we reached the reception area. "Would you mind taking Mr. Daniels down to the board room and showing him the renovations we just finished? I'd do it but I'm late for an appointment, and I know he'd love to see it."

"I'll be glad to," Christina responded, flashing that wonderful smile again.

"You do have time, don't you, Ross?" Masters asked, already sure of the answer.

"I'll make time," I responded with a wink.

And with that, Christina led me across the bank lobby to the open staircase on the other side. I couldn't help but notice how that skirt just hugged her nice round bottom, which was wonderfully accentuated by those high heels. I tried to be discreet as I followed her up the stairs, but I was definitely not thinking at that moment about the new board room.

Once we entered the room, Christina began pointing out some of the new features that had been included in the renovation, and I was impressed by how articulate and, well, mature she was. But, every now and then she'd say something straight out of her generation's lexicon and I was reminded again of her true age.


Discovering Christina Ch. 02



If you read the first chapter of Discovering Christina, you'll enjoy this second installment more. However, if you decide to skip the first one, here's a quick recap:

Ross Daniels is a bachelor in his late 40s who has pretty much given up on finding love and passion in his life. That is until he meets Christina, a beautiful blonde in her early 20's, who is filling a temporary position at the bank where he does business. The sparks fly from the beginning, and the two eventually begin an affair . . . an affair that Ross fears is over when Christina decides to return to her former boyfriend. Ultimately, despite opposition from her family, Christina comes back, moves in with Ross, and the two decide to see where this May-December relationship will lead.

The first few weeks after Christina came back were magical. I had thought about her so often while she was away . . . longed to hold her again, it was hard to believe that the whole thing was real. But real it was. I knew it each night when we drifted off to sleep, with me behind her, pulling her tight to me, feeling her smooth skin next to mine. Of course, the sex was amazing. It was as if we were two newlyweds still at the point where we couldn't get enough of each other. But I honestly think the times I held her before falling asleep were the best. I had been sleeping alone for so long.

Then there were the mornings, always my favorite time for sex. But now, in my late 40's the mornings were even better. I always seemed to be at my hardest during that early-morning twilight . . . that time when you lie suspended between sleep and consciousness. It was then that I loved to rouse Christina by nibbling on the back of her neck, letting my hand drift lightly over her hardening nipple, then pulling her on top of me. I'd place my rock-hard cock at her tight opening and listen to her moan sleepily as she lowered herself onto me. It seemed that she could be completely lubricated almost immediately . . . one of the great gifts of her youth . . . and I loved the way it felt to be surrounded by her warm, silky wetness.

After we were fully joined, she'd lean forward and rest her head on my shoulder, her full breasts pressed against my chest. Often we'd just lie there, bodies nearly motionless, until our breathing began to synchronize. The only movement the swelling of my cock inside her and the contraction of her inner muscles as she squeezed me back. And, of course, the delicious hardening of her nipples against my chest. There were times when these little movements alone could bring us to the edge of orgasm. What a wonderful way it was to wake up! 

********

When Christina made the decision to return to Durham and stay with me, she hadn't given much thought to what she would do to occupy her time, other than spending time with me. Her job at the bank had ended when Jeff Masters' assistant returned from medical leave. And although Masters would have gladly found something else for her to do there, the world of banking just didn't hold much appeal for Christina. 

But she was smart and industrious, and we both knew that sitting around waiting for me to finish work each day would get old very quickly. So it was that Christina decided to work on her master's degree. She had done her undergraduate work in English, and the local school had a master's program in the same area, so it worked out quite nicely. Her studies kept her busy enough to keep her from getting bored, but provided enough flexibility to allow us plenty of time together.

Another side benefit of Christina's going back to school was that her father started talking to her again. He had initially been so upset that she had broken things off with her old boyfriend and moved in with a man nearly his own age that he had stopped communicating with her. Their estrangement was devastating to Christina because her father had been the one constant in her life and the two of them had always enjoyed a very close relationship.

But when word got back to him that she was returning to school, he took that as an opening to get in touch and let her know how pleased he was that she was continuing her education. He called her on her cell phone, and they must have talked for over an hour. There were a lot of tears shed on Christina's end, and I'm sure on his as well. I don't think I'd ever seen her as happy as she was at the end of that phone call.

I'd overheard enough to know that my name had come up in the discussion, too. But Christina didn't offer anything about that, and I didn't want to pry. So I didn't question her. However, I'm sure her father was not nearly as enthusiastic about my being in Christina's life as he was about her return to college.

********

Having another person living with me in my loft apartment took a little getting used to. My bachelor days had made me accustomed to having things my way. It was not that Christina was difficult to live with. It was just different having someone there full time. Fortunately, she was relatively neat, trying hard to keep the apartment tidy for the most part. However, that neatness didn't carry over to the bathroom, where I always seemed to find wet towels strewn on the floor and several days' worth of panties languishing in the corner. Occasionally, when the mess in the bathroom began to irritate me a little, I had only to glance at the cute lacy thongs, in a variety of seductive fabrics and colors, to be reminded how wonderful it was to have her with me. I have to admit that on more than one occasion, I'd lift a pair to my nostrils and revel again in her sweet scent.

As it turned out, the bathroom was one of our favorite rooms for sex. When I'd designed my loft, I'd made sure that the bathroom was a luxurious one . . . everything from a steam shower formed from colorful slate and big enough for at least four . . . to a jetted spa tub that would accommodate two quite easily, especially when one of them was no bigger than Christina. A large skylight brought in natural light during the day, while at night the lighting ambience could be easily adjusted with a dimmer switch. And if we felt like listening to music, the room was wired with speakers that made it sound as if the artist was right there with us.

Of course, given the difference in our ages, our musical tastes were quite different, with Christina leaning toward Hinder and Panic at the Disco, while I favored James Taylor and the Eagles. But little by little, we learned to like (or at least tolerate) the other's taste in music. And we learned that it actually mattered little when our bodies were joined and I could see the desire in her beautiful blue eyes.

One evening, just before I expected Christina to return from class, I planned a little surprise that I hoped would be a lot of fun for both of us. I started the shower and allowed it to run for quite some time. The entire bathroom was filled with a warm, steamy mist by the time I heard Christina come through the door. 

"Ross?" she called out as she entered the bedroom. "Are you in the bathroom?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," I smiled, poking my head into the bedroom. "And I want you in here with me." With that, I took her hand and led her inside. "Now," I said as I sat down on a chair in the corner, "I want you to undress for me."

She seemed a little surprised at first by my directness, but it wasn't long before she began to smile and slowly started removing her clothing one piece at a time . . . very seductively. First came her flip flops, which she kicked one at a time over into the far corner of the bathroom. Next, she lifted her low-cut red top over her head, revealing a lacy red bra beneath. The delicate, nearly sheer cups barely concealed her nipples and revealed a good portion of the brownish-pink areolas that I so loved to encircle with my tongue. Then her black miniskirt fell in a pool at her feet, confirming, as I'd expected, that she was wearing a thong that matched the bra perfectly. I had no doubt that would be the case, given Christina's penchant for sexy lingerie. 

Even though I was still fully dressed, I could tell Christina had not missed the considerable bulge growing in my trousers. "See something you like, Mister?" she teased as she eyed my growing hardness.

"Oh, I like it just fine," I responded, "but I haven't seen nearly enough yet. Keep going." 

"I haven't even gotten started," she laughed. And with that she walked slowly over to me, put one foot on either side of my legs and began to move sensuously in time with mellow jazz wafting down from the speakers mounted high up on the wall. She lowered herself onto my lap and began to rub against my straining cock in time to the music. As I enjoyed the feel of her body against mine, I silently congratulated myself on my foresight in putting speakers in the bathroom.

When she'd displayed her considerable lap dancing skills for a few minutes, Christina stepped back and slowly unclasped her bra. But she didn't remove it at first. Instead, she stretched things out seductively by holding the cups in place a little longer just to tease. I made a point to let her see me looking intently at her pussy, which was obviously wet, having already soaked through her sexy little thong. When she finally removed her bra--one cup, then the other--her arousal was even more readily apparent. Her nipples were swollen to hard little points and they drew the skin of her areolas tight. I watched as she twirled them between her thumbs and fingers, tugging and pulling on them until they were a deep red.

Finally, I motioned her over to where I was sitting and she obediently came to me, offering her breasts by lifting them with her palms toward my mouth. I smiled and said, "That's my naughty girl. You can't wait to feel my mouth on your titties, can you?"

In one quick motion, I pulled her to me and buried my face between her breasts, feeling the heat of her skin on my cheeks. All this time, the warm water of the shower had continued to run, and by now we were almost completely enveloped by the warm mist, both our bodies dampened by the steam. I moved my mouth from one breast to the other, covering her mounds with kisses, but carefully avoiding her nipples. Finally, I blew on them gently, making them harden further and causing her to grip the back of my head and pull me close, as if to beg me to suck them.

Finally, I complied, twirling one nipple, then the other with my tongue. At the same time, I ran my hands up the back of her legs and over her firm ass. I took my time until she began to moan and pant with arousal. My hands slipped between her legs from behind, and I hooked my thumb under the tiny piece of fabric nestled between her cheeks. I followed it downward to her wet pussy then, without warning, I jerked on the thong and ripped away, making Christina gasp in surprise and causing her face and neck to flush with excitement and arousal.

"All right, Christina," I told her. "I want you to undress me now." And she went quickly to work, nearly tearing my shirt from my body and jerking the belt out of the loops of my trousers so she could get them unbuttoned. She tugged my zipper down and thrust her hand eagerly inside my shorts and began to vigorously massage my hard cock.

"Slow down, Christina," I whispered and raised her up from her knees where she had situated herself in preparation for taking me inside her mouth. I stood her up and pulled her hard to me, kissing her deeply, yet lovingly, taking the time to nibble gently on her lips. Suddenly, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck, which I began to kiss and lick slowly, tenderly. As I kissed her, I pressed my hardness against her body and moved my hips so my cock rolled from side to side over her belly as we slowly rocked together.

Finally, I broke the kiss and kicked off my shoes, trousers and shorts, until we were standing together, skin to skin, with absolutely nothing to separate us. I took her hand and led her into the shower, where we luxuriated beneath the warm water until our bodies were wet and slick. We stood together under the spray and kissed deeply again, while my cock swelled and throbbed against the soft skin of her stomach.

I gently pushed her away and led her over to the seat built into the far wall of the shower. I pushed on her shoulders, signaling silently for her to sit down, while I turned around and reached for a can of shaving gel and a razor that were sitting on a shelf carved into the slate.

"I'm going to shave you, Christina," I whispered softly as I pressed her knees apart and knelt between them. I paused to admire her pink folds and reached down to gently open her a little more. She exhaled quickly and shivered as I flicked her swollen little pearl with my thumb. Her mound was already almost bare, but as I lightly outlined it with my hand, I could feel a slight re-growth of her soft blonde hair. "I'm going to make you nice and smooth." With that, I squirted the shaving gel into my palm and began to massage it gently over her mound, then along the sides of her labia, which were already puffy with arousal.

When I had thoroughly massaged in the gel, I pulled the skin tight and began to carefully scrape away the tiny hairs. I was very careful when I shaved along the sides of her delicate lips, and as I looked up briefly from my work, I noticed that she was holding her breath, obviously a little uncomfortable to have me so close to such a sensitive area with a sharp razor. "You have to trust me, baby. I'll never hurt you," I whispered reassuringly.

When her pussy was finally nice and smooth, I took the hand held shower head down from its bracket and sprayed the warm water over her mound to wash away the remnants of the gel. Finally, I used two fingers to part her lips so I could run the warm spray along her slit, pausing to tease her clit with the spray and watch it harden and swell.

"All right, Christina," I told her, "now you're ready for me. Let's trade places." And with that, she stood up and relinquished her seat to me and I pulled her onto my lap. The heat . . . our slippery bodies . . . the surreal quality of the steamy mist . . . all combined to create an incredibly erotic scene. Christina pressed herself against me and we kissed deeply. We were already intensely aroused, and it wasn't long before our bodies demanded more.

"I want to fuck you . . . now," I whispered and without waiting for a response, I lifted her slightly from my lap. Without a word, Christina reached down and guided my cock into her hot, wet tunnel. My entry was absolutely effortless, given her arousal and the wetness that surrounded us in the shower. I felt her mold around me and gave out a little moan of pleasure.

We sat like that for several moments, simply enjoying the delicious feel of our connection . . . our wet skin pressed tight together . . . the swelling of her nipples against my chest . . . the way her pussy welcomed my cock. But we weren't still for very long. We had been working up to this moment for nearly an hour, and now it was time to stop teasing and start fucking. I wanted nothing more at that moment, and I could tell Christina felt the same way. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she seemed to have reached the point where the body is in control, rather than the mind.

She began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then faster, more urgently. She tried to make her feet touch the floor so she could raise and lower herself onto me, but her legs were too short. "I want you deeper!" she almost screamed at me, and I hooked my arms beneath her thighs and lifted her with me as I stood up. With my cock still buried deep inside, I carried Christina a few steps to the other side of the shower and pressed her against the wet slate wall. She wrapped her legs around my hips for support and I began to thrust in and out . . . eagerly . . . even roughly, determined to satisfy the intense craving we both felt at that moment.

My arms and legs began to tire from the effort and I still could not get enough of her. I wanted . . . needed . . . to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. And I knew she wanted it, too. So I quickly pulled out and turned her around to face the shower wall. She knew exactly what I had in mind and immediately bent at the waist and braced herself with her arms against the wall. With one quick motion I was back inside, buried to the hilt, my hands gripping her hips. At this point, there was no more tenderness, no more teasing. I no longer was satisfied to simply fuck this beautiful creature. I wanted to possess her. We were two animals determined to satisfy our most primal urges. And satisfy them we did!

"Fuck me, goddammit!" she hissed, "I want it rough." And I responded by pulling my cock nearly all the way out and thrusting it deep inside. And I did it again . . . and again . . . and again. Our wet bodies slapped together forcefully, my balls spanked her pussy with each desperate stroke, Christina's full breasts swayed violently with each thrust. Our bodies were absolutely consumed with lust. Our minds were irrelevant at that moment. There was no thinking, only feeling.

"Oh, Ross . . . Ross . . . Ross!" she panted with each violent thrust, her voice a beautiful combination of pleasure and pain. And every time I heard my name, I plunged harder, faster, deeper.

As I felt my orgasm approaching, I grabbed Christina's wet hair and used it to pull her hard against me. I withdrew my cock almost completely one last time, keeping the head barely inside her until just before the first of my seed was about to erupt. At the last possible moment, I buried myself deep inside once more and felt the rippling of her inner walls as her own orgasm began. I painted her insides with my cum, as she milked every last drop from me. I wrapped my arms around her waist to steady us both and make sure we stayed connected as wave after wave of our mutual orgasm washed over us.

I don't know if it lasted a minute, an hour or somewhere in between. Time lost its meaning as our pleasure ebbed and flowed until we were both too exhausted to stand. We collapsed in a heap on the hard shower floor and lay there, weak, spent and totally satisfied. As the warm spray rained down on us, the last thing I remember before drifting off into that dreamy state of semi-consciousness was seeing remnants of our mingled juices trickling down Christina's leg and being swept away by the water.

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One of the things I most enjoyed about Christina was the way she made sex so spontaneous and just plain fun. I never knew exactly what to expect when she came to me with that mischievous look, which I had learned to recognize as promising some wonderful new adventure. So it was one Tuesday afternoon around 1:00, when Christina slipped into my office, put her arms around me from behind as I sat working at my desk, and whispered, "Let's go for a ride."

"I don't know," I responded absently, "I have some things to get done . . ." But it was then I noticed the look. It was a combination of playfulness, innocence and seduction that could get me to do anything. 

Without another word, Christina grabbed my hand and pulled me into the outer office, where my secretary, Jackie, glanced up from her computer, rolled her eyes and said, "I guess I can hold down the fort this afternoon, Mr. D." 

Jackie was not only a great assistant, she was a good friend—actually a bit more than a friend, given that we'd been enjoying a "friends with benefits" relationship before I'd met Christina. She seemed to be genuinely happy that I'd found someone who made me so happy and was glad to focus all her sexual energies on her boyfriend, Earl, every time he drove his big rig back into town after a week or two on the road.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Jackie called after us as we pushed open the front door.




Discovering Christina Ch. 02



"Not much chance of that," I smiled back over my shoulder.

When we'd climbed into my car, I turned to Christina and said, "You know you're a terrible influence on me. I haven't gotten nearly as much work done lately as I should have."

"You don't seem to mind much when we're fucking like bunnies, now do you?" she teased. And, of course, she was right. I didn't mind at all. As a matter of fact, I was grateful for the fun that she had put back into my life after so many years of just going through the motions.

"You've got me there," I had to admit. "All right, just where are we going on this ride?"

"Head west on the highway," she directed, "and I'll tell you when to turn." And just to make sure I didn't protest any more, she leaned across the console and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh . . . high enough to make me want to get to our destination as soon as possible.

We left Durham behind, driving west on the main highway that bisects the town. I was acutely aware of Christina's warm hand still stroking my thigh, and even more aware of the swelling that was making my trousers a bit uncomfortable. After about ten minutes I was at the point of either needing to readjust myself to relieve some of the pressure, or telling Christina to keep her hands to herself while I was driving.

But just before I had to make that decision, Christina sat up, pointed at the approaching intersection, and said, "Turn left."

We passed a sign that I'd probably seen a thousand times, since I'd lived in Durham all my life. It directed visitors to an area along the shore of Lake Thompson called Willow Springs Marina. It was a popular destination for tourists and locals alike, as it featured a couple of little restaurants, a night club, and picnic area, in addition to the marina itself. I'd done a lot of partying at Willow Springs in my time. 

I turned the car down a narrow blacktop road that extended about a mile down to the edge of the lake. We didn't see another person or even a car as we drove past the restaurants and club, which were all closed in the middle of the day. As we neared the shore, I could tell that even the marina was deserted. We'd recently suffered through some major flooding that had raised the water level so high that the boat ramps were under water, the marina was closed, and people were simply staying away. By the time we reached the picnic area, I could tell the area was completely deserted.

"All right," Christina directed, "park the car." And just for emphasis, she reached over and squeezed my cock lightly, an indication, I assumed, of things to come. Given this encouragement, I was delighted to comply.

After I'd parked and turned off the engine, I turned to Christina. "All right, young lady," I said, trying to sound stern. "Just how do you know about Willow Springs? You didn't grow up around here like I did."

"Remember, Mary Sue and my mother are cousins," she explained. (Mary Sue being the wife of my best friend and banker, Jeff Masters).

"Of course I remember that," I responded. "Mary Sue hasn't spoken to me since you moved in, and Jeff warned me that I'd better stay as far away from her as possible. She doesn't seem to approve of May-December relationships."

"Oh, Mary Sue always did have a stick up her butt," Christina laughed. "Besides, she's just jealous that she's not doing it as often as we are."

"All right, back to my original question," I reminded her. "How do you know about Willow Springs?"

"Well, from the time I was little, my parents would bring me up to the lake for family get-togethers, and there were several of us girls that were about the same age," she explained. "When we got old enough, we'd come over here and hang out. There were always some cute guys working at the marina. It was a lot of fun."

"All right, I understand now. So this is probably not the first time you've been parked in a car with a guy here," I teased.

"As a matter of fact," she giggled, "I was right here the first time I ever touched a penis."

I just stared at her for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "You never cease to surprise me, sweetie. You can save the rest of that story for another time, I think."

"I think so, too," she whispered, as she leaned across the console and kissed me. I absolutely loved to kiss Christina. Her lips were full and ripe, and I nibbled gently on her lower lip first, occasionally sucking it into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. Her lips parted so naturally when they touched mine and it wasn't long before I could hear the faint little moans that signaled her arousal. I held her face in both hands and caressed her cheeks lightly, as I felt her warm breath begin to quicken.

Christina kissed me back, eagerly, passionately, and at the same time began to caress my hardness once more . . . only this time a bit more firmly, almost aggressively. It was clear that she was already quite turned on, probably because she had been thinking up this little scenario for quite awhile.

"Aren't you the naughty girl," I teased, as I tangled my fingers in her blonde hair. I traced up and down her exposed neck with soft kisses and licks, and I could tell by the urgency with which she was caressing my cock that she was enjoying the feeling immensely. "See how hard you've made me?"

"Mmmmmm," she responded breathlessly, "let's get in the back seat." And with that, she broke our kiss and opened her door. I followed suit from the driver's side, and in just a few seconds, we had climbed into the backseat like a couple of teenagers with raging hormones. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I felt like. Christina made me feel seventeen again, and I loved her for it!

My legs were too long to fit comfortably in the backseat so I stretched my right one out straight and rested it on the console between the two front seats. I leaned back as Christina climbed onto the seat and rested on her knees as she leaned toward me and began to kiss me again . . . this time more deeply, more urgently. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth until it found mine, and we lingered there in a deep, wet kiss for the longest time.

As we kissed, I ran my palm over her breasts, and even through her white pullover top and bra, I could feel her nipples harden under my touch. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer, while I began to pinch and pull gently on her hard little buds. The increased pace of her breathing told me all I needed to know. We kissed and caressed each other in almost complete silence, which was broken only by the sound of our breathing and occasional moans of pleasure.

Finally, Christina pulled away for a moment, just long enough to raise the hem of her denim miniskirt high enough that I could tell she was wearing a lacy yellow thong, which was one of my favorites. I admired her ripe young body, her full breasts, the smooth, taught skin of her thighs. I sat there frozen, afraid that moving might break this spell and cause me to wake and find that my affair with Christina was nothing more than a middle-aged man's fantasy.

Her skirt was high enough now that she was able to part those wonderful thighs and straddle my right leg—the one I had stretched out and rested on the console. As soon as her mound came into contact with my upper thigh, she began to rock slowly, sensuously back and forth. The delicate fabric of her thong was already soaked through with her nectar and I watched as a large wet spot began to form on my trousers. Christina leaned forward and put both arms around my neck and resumed our kiss, all the while continuing her slow, sensuous humping against my thigh.

It was almost as if I could feel the lips of her pussy begin to open and swell as she moved against me. I'm not sure if I've ever experienced anything so overtly sexual. I was so hard by this point that my swollen cock was beginning to ache. I needed to find some way to adjust myself, but I was determined not to move and break this wonderful spell.

In a few more moments, Christina's movements became faster, more urgent, as she ground herself against my leg. Her breathing synchronized with her movements, and I kissed her deeply as I kneaded her breasts with the same ardor. Finally, I could wait any longer to touch her, to feel how wet and aroused she had become . . . to feel how much she wanted me. So I slid the palm of my hand underneath her and quickly jerked her thong aside until I could feel her bare mound and swollen lips move against my skin. My palm was quickly slick with her nectar and she moaned at my touch.

"Oh, baby, you're so wet for me," I whispered as she continued to rock against me. "I love it when I make you wet like this." Gently, I adjusted the position of my hand until I was able to slip my middle finger into her hot, wet tunnel.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned as my finger invaded her and her soft folds molded around it. I curled it slightly until I could feel her g-spot, which was swollen with her arousal. "Oh, god, Ross, yesssssss," she hissed, as her movements became even more urgent.

I pressed my palm hard against Christina's clit as she fucked herself on my finger . . . just as if she was riding my cock. I began to massage her magic spot vigorously, as she moved faster and harder against me, her nectar now pooling in my palm.

"Oh fuck, oh Ross, oh god!" she screamed as her climax washed over her. Christina's body stiffened and I could feel the pulsing of her hot inner folds as the tremors rippled through her. Finally, she held her breath and stopped moving, her swollen clit pressed hard against my palm. At the same time, she gripped my neck hard and bit my lower lip until I could taste blood. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck," she whimpered, then fell limp against my chest.

Neither of us moved for several minutes. I was more than content to just hold Christina with one arm while my other hand maintained its intimate contact with her dripping pussy. It always amazed me how wet she became during sex and it made me feel somehow proud to think I could have that effect on her. And I knew she loved it when I held and caressed her mound after we'd made love. We both enjoyed the connection we felt at such an intimate touch.

"God, Ross," she managed finally. "How do you always make me cum like that?" By this time she had leaned backward and was looking at me with her beautiful blue eyes, which were half-closed in seeming satisfaction.

"I really didn't do anything, Sweetie," I told her. "You just seem to know how to get exactly what you want out of me. It's truly never been like this with anyone else."

She simply smiled in a way that made me understand that it was the same for her—special . . . different . . . something hard to put into words. So, instead of trying to articulate it, Christina simply lifted herself up slightly, raised my hand to her lips, and began to lick her juices from my fingers and palm. When she had removed every trace of her nectar, she leaned forward again and kissed me deeply, making sure that her tongue pressed deeply inside my mouth so I could enjoy her wonderful taste.

We kissed . . . deeply, passionately . . . for a time, until Christina broke the kiss, slid off my leg and climbed into the seat beside me, resting on her knees. I wasn't sure exactly what she had planned, but from the seductive look on her face, I knew I was going to like it. "All right," she whispered, "it's your turn now." And with that she began to unbuckle my belt.

I shifted positions a little to make it easier for her to reach the front of my trousers, which bulged noticeably. She ran her fingertips along the length of my hardness, outlining it through the fabric of my pants. Up and down she traced her fingers, while continuing to loosen my trousers with the other hand. Finally, the belt was undone, the button at my waistband loosened and Christina began to lower my zipper, slowly, teasingly. All the while, she continued her feathery caress.

When she had finally unzipped me completely, I instinctively raised my hips from the backseat just enough to enable her to slide my trousers down. By this time I was so aroused from our extended foreplay that I didn't wait for her to tease any further. I simply hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs and slid them right after the pants, allowing my straining cock to spring free.

"My, aren't you the impatient one," she teased, that beautiful smile playing across her lips. And, as if to punctuate her words, she took my rigid shaft delicately in her hand and began to move it up and down slowly.

"Oh, god, that feels so good, baby," I moaned, focusing for the first time on the intense degree of my arousal. The long, slow buildup as we played and teased in the car had me as hard as I can ever remember being. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back against the seat, and let the sensation of Christina's touch wash over me.

The next thing I knew I felt her tongue licking lightly across the head of my cock. I knew she must be tasting the precum I'd seen glistening there as soon as I'd slid my shorts down. Her tongue circled the head delicately several times before she finally took me fully into her mouth and began to move her head up and down slowly.

Her saliva, mixed with my precum, lubricated the shaft nicely, and Christina removed her mouth and began to pump slowly up and down, her hand sliding easily along my rigid length. She pulled the skin all the way up on each upward stroke, then caressed the head as it re-emerged each time her hand moved down. Occasionally, she would twist her hand gently to vary the sensation. After a few strokes, she took me back in her mouth for additional lubrication, then began the process all over again.

In only a few minutes, I could feel myself getting close, and Christina could feel it, too, as the head of my cock swelled reflexively each time she touched it. When she paused to lick that super-sensitive area on the underside, both of us knew I could not hold out much longer. As if on cue, Christina gripped the shaft at the bottom, took me fully into her mouth once more, and began to bob her head up and down . . . much faster this time. Instinctively, I began to lift my hips from the seat in time with her strokes and tangled my fingers in her blonde hair, which by now was damp with perspiration.

As I felt the tingling begin somewhere inside the base of my cock, I reflexively gripped her hair tighter and began to press her head down more forcefully each time she took me deep in her throat. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten and the first of my cum splashed into the back of Christina's throat. At the same moment, I released her hair, let my arms go limp and simply turned myself over to her. She responded by pumping my cock up and down vigorously with her hand, while taking the head between her lips and sucking. 

I felt as if an electric current had been shot through my cock and outward to every extremity. My cock throbbed and swelled again and again, depositing my jism in Christina's eager mouth. "Oh, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," I moaned in rhythm with every exquisite pulse.

When there seemed to be no further life in my softening cock, Christina released me and looked upward into my eyes, as if to ask how it was. I wanted to tell her. That it was the most wonderful sensation I'd ever felt. That no one had ever made me feel that way before. That she knew how to touch me like no one else. But in my exhaustion, I couldn't say any of those things. But I could tell from the look in those liquid blue eyes that she knew just the same. 



Discovering Christina Ch. 03



If you read the first two chapters of Discovering Christina, you'll enjoy this second installment more. However, if you decide to skip them, here's a quick recap:

Ross Daniels is a bachelor in his late 40's who has pretty much given up on finding love and passion in his life. That is until he meets Christina, a beautiful blonde in her early 20's, who is filling a temporary position at the bank where he does business. The sparks fly from the beginning, and the two eventually begin an affair and decide to see where this May-December relationship will lead. 

Christina and I hadn't been apart for even one night in the first four months we lived together. Of course, I never used the term "live together" in her presence, knowing that she would shy away from anything that sounded like a commitment. But, there we were, inhabiting the same loft apartment above my office in downtown Durham. We slept in the same bed every night. We ate most of our meals together. We spent most of our evenings snuggled together on the couch reading or watching television.

And, of course, we fucked like bunnies nearly every night. Yes, we were living together all right, and I'd never been happier.

One week, though, our record of being together every night was broken. I had been asked to be on the program of a combination trade show and professional meeting in Las Vegas, and it was an opportunity I didn't want to turn down. I would have loved to take Christina with me, but she was nearing the end of her first semester of graduate school and had papers to complete and finals to study for. So, reluctantly, I went by myself.

The conference lasted five days, and I would have gladly left early. But my primary presentation was early in the week, and I'd been asked to be a part of a panel discussion on the final day. So I was stuck in Vegas alone for the entire time. Now, five days alone in Las Vegas would sound pretty good to most single guys. But not me. I missed Christina badly and the fun that others were having just made me feel lonelier. Oh, we talked by phone every day, but it just wasn't the same as having her with me.

At last, Friday afternoon came and I flew home. Unfortunately, Durham is fairly isolated--about a two hour drive from any major airport. The trip home from the Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport seemed to take forever. Finally, however, I was climbing the stairs to my loft. As I walked through the door, Christina ran across the floor and threw her arms around my neck. She pulled me close and let me know without saying a word that she had missed me just as much as I had her.

It was impossible to keep our hands off each other. I had thought about her almost constantly for the past five days, imagining how wonderful it would feel to hold her again . . . to experience that beautiful combination of physical and emotional closeness I always felt with her. Apparently, Christina felt the same, because there we were, standing in the middle of the living room, locked in a tight embrace and kissing with a sense of urgency I hadn't felt since I was a teenager.

Christina stood on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around my neck, as my arms encircled her waist and pulled her close. I loved the feel of her breasts against me, the flare of her hips as I let my hands drift lower, and finally, the curve of her mound as I pulled her against my hardness. She gasped and her breathing quickened a little when she felt my cock press against her. It was a silent confirmation that we would soon be enjoying each other more completely.

Her lips tasted of lip gloss and her breaths came quickly, almost panting, as I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck. I had learned just where to touch her to maximize her pleasure . . . and her desire for me . . . and I began to kiss slowly up and down her neck, her throat, and lightly trace the line of her jaw with my tongue. That particular move signaled that we had gone as far as we could standing there in the living room, so Christina pushed me away gently, took my hand and led me silently into the bedroom.

We continued to kiss and fondle each other as we made our way to the bedroom and barely broke the kiss as we tumbled into bed, with her still wearing her black and white dress with the full skirt and me in my dark blue suit, white shirt and tie. We must have looked odd, lying there fully dressed, locked in a tight embrace, lips nibbling on lips, hands exploring, but at that point we cared nothing about how we looked. It was all about how we were feeling. I know I was feeling incredibly aroused, and I'm sure Christina was right there with me, judging by her little moans and whimpers each time I kissed and caressed her.

"God, Ross," she whispered, "I missed you. Don't you ever leave me like that again!"

"I won't, baby," I said softly, my lips hardly leaving hers. "From now on, when I go, you go with me." And with that, I slowly began to move one hand up her leg, tickling her knee, then her thigh with my fingertips, ever so lightly. Her skin felt smooth and taught and I loved the sensation of my fingers literally gliding over her. Soon, my hand was between her thighs, moving slowly upward, then back down, before going a little higher once again. 

I was so aroused I had to make a conscious effort to go slowly, gently, rather than to simply thrust my hand upward to find her eager sex. But the slow buildup felt so good that I made myself wait and enjoy the sensation of touching and teasing her sensitive skin and fully enjoy the feel of her hand tracing up and down along the length of my cock as she felt me through my trousers.

But soon enough, my hand had worked its way to that wonderful vee between her legs, and I heard a little gasp when I began to trace the length of her slit through her lace thong. I knew it was a thong because I had raised the back of her dress as we kissed in the living room and gripped the bare cheeks of her bottom. Her thong was already damp with arousal, and it was almost immediately soaked as I pressed the delicate fabric into her crease and massaged sensuously up and down.

Finally, I pulled the thong aside and enjoyed the feel of her smooth mound again. I loved that she took such care to make herself so deliciously bare. The feel of her soft, sensitive skin was intoxicating and I had the idea that it made her more sensitive to my touch, as well. I parted her lips slightly, just enough to allow me to dip my two fingertips inside and feel the warm, wet nectar that was moistening her silky folds. I moved my fingers up and down, opening her a little more each time before finally moving higher and using her juices to slicken her clit. I gently caressed her swollen little pearl, then put one finger on either side and moved up and down, feeling it swell further between my fingers.

As I pleasured her with one hand, I used the other to massage her breast, and even through the fabric of her dress and bra, I could feel her nipple harden at my touch. I kissed her neck, then her chest, which was exposed by her dress's vee neckline. As I drew some of her soft skin into my mouth, I pressed one finger inside her warm, wet tunnel and began to slowly fuck her with it. Almost unconsciously, Christina began to move her hips and press herself to my hand, and I obliged her silent request by plunging my finger deeper and pressing the heel of my hand hard against her clit. We had reached the point where we were totally consumed by the sensations and time felt as if it were standing still.

I could tell her orgasm was close by her ragged breathing and moans that seemed to come from deep inside. Her hand gripped my cock hard through my pants, almost to the point of discomfort. But I kept moving my finger in and out, occasionally curling it upward to pleasure her magic spot. I was already anticipating her wonderful and spontaneous cries of release, when all of a sudden, she shoved my hand away and raised herself on her elbow to look at me.

"Okay," she proclaimed, still a bit breathless. "Now you're going to do what I say."

I looked at her, puzzled and a little irritated, trying to figure out what the hell she was saying. Then I remembered a silly little bet we had made several weeks ago. I couldn't even recall what we bet on, but I did remember that I had lost. Obviously, Christina remembered, too, and she had decided to collect this evening.

One of Christina's little quirks was that she would bet on anything. She had this wildly competitive streak inside that caused her to eagerly take sides in any disagreement and be ready to back it up with a wager. I truly believe she'd bet the sun would come up in the west, if only she could find someone to take the other side.

Hardly a day went by without our playfully wagering on one thing or another. Some nights, lying in bed watching television, we'd bet what color tie Jay Leno would be wearing on the Tonight Show. We'd bet on whose favorite team would win a particular ballgame. The possibilities were practically endless.

Quite often, the stakes had something to do with sex. What else would you expect when the bet involves a beautiful and sexy young woman? "You're mine tonight," she said sternly. "It's time for you to pay up. Losing has a price, you know."

"I'm beginning to find that out," I said, my mind racing, wondering what she might have in store.

"All right," she continued, keeping up her stern demeanor, "take off your coat and everything from the waist down and lie on the bed." With those words she disappeared into the walk-in closet, leaving me to decide whether to comply. Actually, I didn't have to think about it very long. I was incredibly aroused. I also couldn't wait to find out just what she might have me do to pay off the bet.

I pulled my suit jacket off and threw it on the floor in the corner, then proceeded to remove my shoes and socks, trousers, and finally, my boxer briefs. I was so turned on that I was almost tearing the clothes from my body. It's a good thing she didn't tell me to take off my shirt, too, because it undoubtedly would have cost me some buttons. One of the things I most enjoyed was the urgency . . . the hunger . . . that Christina made me feel.

When I was naked from the waist down, I lay down on the bed, my cock resting stiffly against my belly. Each time my heart beat—and it was beating pretty fast by this time—my erection pulsed and rose slightly, only to return to my stomach once again. However, I was not watching my cock throb and pulse. My eyes were locked on the closet door, waiting for Christina to emerge and wondering what would happen when she did.

After a few minutes, which felt more like an hour, Christina stepped out of the closet, now clad in a beautiful dark blue negligee'. It was short, barely covering her mound, and the lace at the top allowed her dark areolas to show through. She was smiling that mischievous smile that I love so much—a smile that started at her sensuous mouth, spread to her blue eyes, before finally encompassing her entire face. Then, I started to smile, too, as she held up the silk scarves she clutched in her hand.

As she reached the bed, I lifted my hand to try and caress her breasts. But she would have none of it. "Lie still," she commanded, "and keep your hands to yourself." And with that, she began to tie me up. As she moved, it became apparent that she was wearing ONLY the negligee', as I caught several glimpses of her freshly-shaven mound. First she secured my wrists with two scarves, then tied the other ends to the posts on either side of the headboard. "All right," she said, "move your arms."

So I raised my arms as much as I could, able to bring them up nearly perpendicular to my body. She studied my position for a second, then concluded, "That won't work. I don't want you to be able to touch me." And with that, she retied the two scarves to ensure that I could raise my arms only six inches or so from the bed. Then, she secured my legs in the same manner—scarves tied around my ankles, then attached to the bedposts at the foot.

As I lay there, I didn't feel exactly helpless. I knew that I could probably rip the scarves from the bedposts if I wanted to. But I certainly didn't have the control that I normally felt when Christina and I were together. And, perhaps surprisingly, I liked it . . . at least so far. Then I noticed that she had one more scarf in her hand. Before I could ask what it was for, she showed me, tying it snugly around my head to cover my eyes.

By this time, everything was dark . . . and quiet. I was wondering where Christina had gone. Or, was she just letting me lie there anticipating her next move? I began to think she might have done this kind of thing before. If not, she was certainly a natural at building up suspense and making me squirm. After a bit, I sensed that she was close by again, but she still didn't speak. Instead, I felt her movement as she climbed onto the bed and put one knee on either side of my body. I wasn't sure if she was facing me or had her back turned, but I found out soon enough as she slowly lowered herself until her pussy came into contact with my straining cock. From the moisture that was seeping from her swollen lips, I could tell she was as aroused as I.

At this point, I expected her to reach down, take my swollen cock and guide it into her tight little tunnel. But she surprised me by slowly moving her wet slit along the length of it as it rested on my belly. Backward and forward she moved, using my cock to part her lips, making it slick with her hot nectar. Soon, my shaft was coated with her juices, except for the head, which was wet with my own precum. The silky feel of the negligee' tickling my belly each time she moved up and down only added to the exquisite sensation. It just made me hungrier for her. I wanted more than anything to be deep inside her!

Each time her wet pussy slid along my cock, I could tell that her clit was coming to rest against the swollen head. It felt so good as she stimulated that sensitive area on the underside. She must have liked the feeling, too, as she continued to come back to that spot and linger a little. As I picked up her rhythm, I made the head of my cock swell each time her swollen little pearl nestled against it. And each time I could hear Christina moan with pleasure. Our moans, our breathing, and the squishy sound of her wetness against me were only sounds in the otherwise quiet room.

I also figured out how to raise my head a little each time she slid forward so I could take one of her rock hard nipples into my mouth. I sucked on it through the lace of the negligee', then took it between my teeth in an attempt to keep her from moving away again. I have no idea how long we played like that, but I know that I was getting very close to cumming. I began to raise my hips to her, and Christina realized how close I must be. But, instead of taking me over the edge, she lifted herself, and I could no longer feel her against me.

"Oh, baby," I pleaded. "What are you doing to me?"

"What do you mean?" she asked in mock innocence.

"You know what I mean, you little tease. You're making me crazy."

But my pleading didn't do any good. Christina simply continued to straddle my hips, all the time making sure her pussy was just out of reach of my aching cock. I was beginning to hearken back to my younger days when I made out in the back seat of a car for hours with Dianne Simpson . . . another tease. I often went home will my balls tight and aching, crying out for release.

Then Christina surprised me by removing the blindfold. And in just a second, I knew why. She lifted the flimsy blue negligee' over her head, teasing me again with the beautiful body that she was not allowing me to touch. Her breasts were rounded and full, nipples standing at attention. Her neck and chest were flushed with arousal. Her blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulders. She was truly a wondrous sight. When she had removed her negligee', she slowly unbuttoned my shirt, opening it to expose my chest. She flipped my tie to the side out of the way and began to sensuously run her hands up and down my chest, pausing occasionally to pinch my nipples.

"Like what you see, mister?" she grinned, knowing perfectly well that she was driving me insane with all the sensations, including the sight of her that I could now enjoy.

"How about having a little compassion?" I pleaded. "If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to explode!

"You mean like this?" she replied softly. And in a single motion, she reached down, guided my straining cock inside, and began to rock sensuously back and forth.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "That's exactly what I meant." Her tight tunnel was wet from our extended foreplay, and hotter than I had ever felt before. It was like she was on fire. I certainly knew I was!

She ground her clit against my pubic bone over and over as she moved against me. She closed her eyes and began to raise herself up and down. I raised my hips to meet her each time and did all I could to increase the speed of our movements. I could feel my balls tightening and knew I couldn't last much longer. I didn't WANT to last much longer.

But Christina had other ideas. Each time I'd thrust my hips upward, she's raise herself a little, just to keep me from getting deep inside and finishing. I was in agony and ecstasy all at the same time. Finally, I took over as best I could, given my circumstances, and began to thrust my hips high off the bed—so high that Christina could no longer pull away. I began to fuck her urgently, thrusting in and out forcefully from below, forcing her to hold on to the headboard for balance.

Our breathing was ragged by this time. We were both spent with the exertion. And after only a few hard, deep thrusts, Christina had what appeared to be a small orgasm. I knew I wasn't far behind. However, just before I was ready to paint her wonderful pussy with my cum, she quickly pulled away and moved down on the bed so her face was even with my cock. By this time, of course, it was slick and shiny with her juices.

"Oh, baby, come back up here," I begged. "I'm so close."

"So you're close, are you?" she teased. "Then I guess we'll just have to let you settle down a little bit." At that moment, I knew she was a bigger tease than even Dianne Simpson.

"Fuck!" I called out in frustration. "This is getting ridiculous."

But Christina just smiled that mischievous smile and began to lick up and down my swollen cock, which was throbbing once more against my belly. She used her tongue to slowly clean her nectar from my shaft, pausing at the head to taste the precum that was oozing from me. I knew I couldn't take much of that in my heightened state of arousal, and anticipated that I would soon have my release.

She took my shaft in her hand and moved the skin up and down, making sure to go very slowly and tease the head on each upward stroke. After she had done this a few times, she would take me into her mouth again to slicken my shaft with her saliva, then stroke me once more.

"Oh, baby, I'm so close. Please!" I begged, as I lifted my hips off the bed as if to offer myself to her.

This time she had pity on me. She began stroking my shaft faster and faster until her hand was almost a blur. It took about 30 seconds of this action before I erupted and shot my hot jism all over her breasts, my belly, her belly, and certainly some of the bed clothes. The volume was incredible. I had never cum with such intensity, or in such an amount.

Even after the spurting had begun to subside, Christina kept pumping my cock, and pumping it fast. My orgasm had made me quite sensitive by this time, and her touch felt incredible. It almost hurt on the one hand, but at the same time it felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. Finally, when I could no longer stand to be touched and stroked, I begged her to stop. Thankfully, she did.




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But then, for the final touch, Christina began to sensuously rub my cum into her breasts, making them slick with the thick, milky liquid. Then, so I wouldn't feel neglected, she rubbed it into my chest and belly as well. The entire room smelled of sex, and I savored the feel of our wet, sticky bodies as she moved up and collapsed against me.

When we had both recovered a little from the exertion, Christina untied me and I took the rest of my clothes off. Then we pressed our bodies close together, our skin wet with perspiration, sticky with cum, smelling of sex. And we couldn't have felt more comfortable, more content. 

We lay there for nearly an hour, bodies molded together like two spoons in a drawer. We were not asleep, but both of us were in that twilight just before. I pulled Christina closer and kissed the back of her neck. Her hair was still wet from exertion.

"That was beautiful, baby," I whispered softly. "You're beautiful. The whole world is beautiful. Now," I continued, "is there anything I can do for you?"

She turned around to face me and kissed me full on the mouth, pressing her tongue inside. "Yes," she said, a little hesitantly.

"What is it, sweetie?" I wanted to hear her say what she wanted . . . and the more graphically the better.

"You know," she responded, her face flushing in apparent embarrassment.

It struck me that the same woman who only moments ago was fully in charge and making me squirm with need, was now being shy. Her eyes refused to meet mine, as if she was ashamed to ask for what she wanted. Of course, I would have loved to hear her say it. To say that she wanted me to eat her pussy. To tell me to make my tongue hard and fuck her with it. To tell me to take her to new heights of ecstasy. She was not ready to be that specific or that graphic, but I knew what she wanted. Christina loved for me to pleasure her with my tongue . . . almost as much as I loved doing it.

"It's okay, baby," I said softly. "I know just what you want. It's what I want, too." And with that, I began to kiss my way slowly down her body, taking time with her breasts . . . kissing . . . sucking . . . pulling on her nipples with my lips . . . swirling my tongue around her areolas. As her breathing began to quicken, I moved lower, kissing my way across her belly, swirling my tongue in her belly button, and finally reaching her mound.

I positioned myself between her thighs, and ran my tongue along the curve of her mound. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and the sight of her beautiful pussy nearly took my breath away. I licked my way down to the spot where her right leg meets her torso and began to kiss lightly on that sensitive place I loved so much. After a bit, I licked my way across her bare mound again and concentrated on the same place on the left side.

Then I moved to the side and began to trace my tongue along her slit, parting her lips as I moved my mouth slowly up and down. They were swollen with arousal, and I gently took one into my mouth and began to suck delicately. 

"Ohhhhhh, that feels so good," she moaned, and her approval just made me want to please her more. I ran my tongue along the inside of her other lip, then sucked it gently into my mouth. I continued to alternate, taking one swollen lip into my mouth, then the other until Christina was beginning to move her hips against me.

After a time, I began to run the tip of my tongue up and down along the side of her swollen clit. I made a conscious effort not to touch it at that point, choosing instead to tease her a little and move her slowly toward her peak. Soon I decided it was time to vary things a bit and I began to lick my way up the side, then over the top and down the other side, making a delicious arc over her swollen little pearl. My tongue followed that path over and over until Christina was whimpering with need. Her hands were tangled in my hair, and she was directing me to just the right spot.

By this time she was lifting her hips from the bed to meet each caress from my tongue, and I knew from past experience that she was getting very close. So I began to flick her clit rapidly back and forth with the tip of my tongue until she grabbed me hard by the hair. "Ohhhhhh! Ross! Ross!" She nearly sobbed my name, over and over again as a thunderous orgasm washed over her. While she was still in the throes of her release, her body stiff and trembling, I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and held it there as she continued to cum. Finally, with a little whimper, she pushed my head away from her now super-sensitive pussy.

Virtually drained of our strength and totally satiated, we lay together there on the bed, my head resting on her thigh and the sweet scent of her sex leaving me intoxicated. At that moment I knew for the first time in my life what it was to feel both love and lust for the same woman. And it took a girl less than half my age to teach me how amazing it can be. 



Discovering Christina Ch. 04



It only took a few weeks for our pledge of never being apart again to go by the wayside. I was working at my desk one afternoon when Christina burst through my office door. She was smiling and her beautiful eyes danced with excitement.

"I just finished talking to Alicia on the phone," she began breathlessly, "and she told me that the Gang of Four is getting together for a weekend of girl fun!"

"The Gang of Four? Who the hell are they?"

"Well," she smiled, "there's Alicia . . . and Brooke . . . and Janice. My best friends from college."

"That's only three," I said, stating the obvious. "The fourth wouldn't happen to be you, would it?"

"Well, it just might be," she giggled. "What would you say if it was?"

"I guess I'd say have a good time with the girls," I laughed. And with that, Christina jumped onto my lap, nearly tipping my chair over. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

She broke the kiss and hurried on to explain the plans for the upcoming weekend. "We're going to meet in Dallas, rent a hotel room that's too expensive, eat too much, drink too much, dance too much, and talk too much," she laughed.

"Just who's going to be involved in this dancing?" I asked, feeling a tinge of jealousy.

"Oh, mostly just us," she responded offhandedly. "We'll just go to a club, listen to some music, and if the mood strikes us, we'll dance."

"With each other?" I asked, realizing that I was starting to sound more like her father than her lover.

"Sure," she said, "girls always dance together. At least the girls my age do." I wasn't sure if that last statement was a playful jab at the difference in our ages or a sign of frustration at my questioning. Finally, after a long pause, she looked at me seriously. "Well, it wouldn't be out of the question for some guys to ask us to dance, either," her voice trailing off.

With those words, that uneasy sensation in the pit of my stomach began to feel like a big rock. I felt like blurting out, "Hell no, you're not going. I don't want some guy dancing with you and god knows what else, when you've had too much to drink!" But I knew that reaction would go nowhere with my young, free-spirited girlfriend.

So, instead, I bit my tongue and managed a weak smile. "A guy would have to be crazy not to dance with someone as pretty as you. Just make sure all the dancing is done in the vertical position."

"Oh, shit," she huffed. "I'm not going down there to screw someone, if that's what you're implying." 

"The only thing I'm implying," I responded softly, "Is that I'm going to miss you and . . . yes . . . probably worry about you. But not that way. I know you'll have a great time."

And with that I pulled her close again and kissed her deeply. Then I kissed her again . . . and again. I wanted her to remember those kisses while she was away.

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It was the longest weekend of my life. I did little besides sit around and stew about what was going on in Dallas. Christina had called when she checked into the hotel to let me know she had arrived safely late Friday afternoon. Since then, I hadn't heard a word. I grabbed my phone a dozen times, thinking I would call her to see how things were going. But I somehow held my worry and jealousy in check and resisted the urge. I knew she would not like my checking up on her.

But by late Sunday afternoon, I was worried. Not so much about what had gone on over the weekend, though that certainly was part of it. I was worried that Christina was not back, and it was already 5:30. When my cell phone rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. But when I saw the call was from Christina, I wasted no time in answering.

"Hi, baby," I began, hoping my voice didn't betray my worry, "are you nearly home?"

"Not exactly," came the answer—certainly not the one I was looking for.

"What's that mean?" I'm sure my worry was beginning to show.

"Well, it means I'm still in Dallas."

"And what are you doing still in Dallas?" My worry was now mixed with irritation.

"We decided to stay another night."

"Doesn't anyone have to work on Monday?" I shot back impatiently.

"Well, Janice and Brooke do, so they've already left. Alicia doesn't and I don't have class Monday, so we decided to stay another night." There was something in the tone of Christina's voice that told me there was something else going on.

"And what are you going to do with that extra day . . . and night?"

"Really nothing tonight," she responded, but again, that slightly worrying inflection. "Tomorrow we'll shop for most of the day. But don't worry, I'll be home by dark." Then she let me know she was through answering my questions. "Is that okay, Daddy?" she said in this little girl voice.

"Very funny," I grumbled, knowing that this conversation was going no further. "I'll see you tomorrow." I started to tell her to have a good time, but I was quite certain she would--with our without my approval.

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I don't mind admitting that I didn't sleep much that Sunday night. I tossed and turned, playing and replaying all kinds of scenarios in my head about what Christina was doing in Dallas and why she wanted to stay longer. Of course, nearly all of them involved her and some other guy, much closer to her age, and probably much more exciting.

The light was just beginning to stream through the skylight over the bed when I heard the door to my loft open, then close again quietly. I quickly tried to think whether I'd locked the door the night before. I'd certainly been distracted enough to forget it. Just when my fight or flight response was about to kick in, I saw Christina peek into the bedroom.

"Ross, are you awake?" she said softly.

"Actually, I've been awake most of the night. What are you doing here at 6 a.m.? I thought you were going to come back this evening?

"Well," she began hesitantly. "I just missed you so much, and Alicia and I had shopped as much as we wanted to, and . . . I needed to be back here with you," her voice trailed off.

"I'm so glad you're here, baby," I whispered. "I've missed you, too, and I'm happy you're home." With that, I got out of bed, took her in my arms and held her close, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, and finally, her mouth very lightly. "Come to bed. You must be exhausted," I told her, taking her hand and not even giving her the chance to take off her jeans and top. I lay down and she snuggled up with her back to me. I lifted her hair from her neck and began to kiss her. At the same time, I reached around and ran my hand lightly over her breast.

"Ross," she whispered, "is it okay if we just lie here for a little while?"

"Sure . . . I guess so," I responded hesitantly, feeling that sense of worry creeping in again. I'd missed being with her the past three days and wanted badly to make love. I couldn't understand why she didn't feel the same. "Just rest, sweetie. I know you need some sleep."

Even with her lying there next to me, holding her tightly, I could sense a distance I hadn't felt before with Christina. It didn't take a genius to know that something had happened in Dallas that she felt bad about. Or at least, something she didn't want me to know about. There was no way I could get to sleep with those kinds of thoughts running through my head.

As the room grew lighter with the sunrise, I glanced up at the dresser that sat against the wall opposite the bed. I'd often enjoyed looking in the mirror as Christina and I made love. I loved to watch her breasts bounce and sway as she rode me, and I especially enjoyed watching the expression on her face as I took her from behind. It was like having our own personal porn video.

But this time, I could see in the mirror that Christina's eyes were open, too. It was clear that she wasn't sleeping any better than I was. She was just sort of staring off into space with this inscrutable expression on her face.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. "Is there something we need to talk about?" 

I felt her body tense a little at my question, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she sat up on the edge of the bed, her back to me. I reached over and touched her shoulder and she immediately got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

At that point, I knew there was something we needed to talk about. I just didn't know when Christina would be ready.

I lay there in bed for fifteen minutes or so, my hands behind my head, staring up at the skylight. I knew I should get up and get ready for work, but was certain I wouldn't get anything done for worrying about what was up with Christina. Just as I was about to drag myself out of bed, she emerged from the bathroom, still wearing the same jeans and top from before, but with her hair and makeup in much better shape. She no longer looked as if she'd just climbed out of bed.

"What's up?" I asked, puzzled at what might come next.

"I want to go for a ride," she responded firmly. "You have 15 minutes to get ready." With that, she turned and disappeared into the living room, leaving me to decide whether to force a confrontation there and then, or go along for the ride. I decided to go along.

I got out of bed, showered quickly, brushed my teeth and threw on a shirt and pair of blue jeans. I didn't bother to shave, knowing I was right up against my 15 minute deadline. I ran a brush through my hair so it at least would not be sticking up in all the wrong places. Then I went to find Christina.

She was pacing up and down in the living room, obviously agitated. "All right, let's go," she said as soon as I'd emerged from the bedroom. And without another word, grabbed the keys to my car from the counter where I'd dropped them the night before, and headed down the back stairs toward the parking lot.

She jumped into the driver's seat and I climbed in the other side. Christina loved to drive my Lexus sedan, and I hardly ever got the chance to drive it anymore when she was with me. She drove too fast and didn't pay enough attention to the road, but I usually bit my tongue and let her, knowing how much she enjoyed it.

Christina steered the sleek, black car out of the parking lot, turned left onto Main and headed west. In just a few minutes, we were at the edge of town and I thought she was probably headed back to Lake Thompson, where we'd spent such a wonderful afternoon not too long ago.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked, as the Durham city limit sign slipped by the right side of the car.

"I don't know," she answered. "I'll know when I get there."

"That doesn't sound like a very good plan to me," I chided. But Christina ignored that comment and kept driving, her eyes intently on the road.

So, I decided to try another approach. "How was Dallas?"

"It was fine," she responded, again not really answering.

"Did you buy a lot of stuff?"

"Not really."

By this time, it was very clear that Christina was not ready to talk about Dallas. I, on the other hand, didn't want to talk about anything else. As a result, we sat there in silence, both of us looking straight ahead. When we whizzed past the Willow Springs Marina sign, it was clear that we were not going to Lake Thompson.

After nearly an hour of excruciating silence, I was beginning to get angry. "How dare she ignore me like this?" I thought to myself. "I'm not the one with something to hide from the weekend." That knot of jealousy in my gut had turned into a big fist.

I felt the car begin to slow and looked up to see a sign that said Lake Mason State Park.

"Let's see what's in here," Christina said, breaking the tense silence. She turned right into the park and drove along the narrow two lane road that seemed to be leading to some picnic and camping areas. After a mile or so, she turned left into one of the picnic areas, drove as far away from the road as she could get, parked the car and turned off the engine.

We parked near a sign that read, "Daytime Use Only." The area was totally deserted on this cool, cloudy weekday morning. Without a word, Christina leaned across the console and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and leaned down to kiss her. But she turned her head just enough so I couldn't touch her lips, and my kiss ended up on her cheek instead. Obviously, she was not interested in getting amorous.

"I really did miss you," she whispered finally, looking up at me with her liquid blue eyes. She was still very quiet and nothing I said or did seemed to bring her any comfort. We held each other as best we could with the car's console in between us, then finally decided to get more comfortable in the back seat.

In back, Christina was restless, putting her head in my lap for a few minutes, then sitting up and leaning against me. Then, a moment later, she'd let out a heavy sigh and move to a new position. She clearly didn't know what to do with herself . . . or with me. Finally, we kissed a little, but before we could go much beyond that, she straightened up and said "Let's go for a walk," pointing over toward a little bridge that crossed a narrow section of the lake's back water.

Since it was a cool day and the wind was blowing pretty hard, I grabbed a blanket from the trunk of my car. It was a blanket Christina and I had used once before when we picnicked at Lake Thompson. I wrapped the light blue blanket around her shoulders and we walked across the road and out onto the bridge. In the distance, we could see where Lake Mason became wide and deep, the water a slate grey. The water immediately around the bridge, however, looked fairly shallow and was nearly covered by hundreds of floating water lilies. I couldn't help but imagine how beautiful they must look when they were all in bloom. Today, however, some were brown and lifeless, obviously dead and on their way toward decomposition, and the remainder were simply a dark green. There were no flowers in sight. As a matter of fact, there was little color at all . . . grey water, grey sky, grey mood.

Christina stopped in the middle of the short bridge and looked out into the water. I studied her face and noticed a smile begin to spread across her lips . . . a smile that I had come to love, especially when I had something to do with it causing it. This time, however, I wasn't sure where it came from. I had no idea what was going on inside that beautiful head.

Just then, Christina let out a little squeal and pressed herself against me. I followed the direction of her eyes and saw a small black snake coiled on top of some water plants near the far end of the bridge. After we both got over our surprise, we studied the snake for a bit, waiting for him to move. I'm sure he was studying us, too. After a few moments, Christina reached down and picked up a few acorns that had fallen onto the bridge from a nearby oak tree that overhung it, and tossed them at the snake. He quickly slithered off the plants and disappeared into the dark water, much to Christina's amusement. It was good to hear her laugh and I began to feel the tension easing just a little.

"Let's see where this trail goes," she said, starting toward the little path that meandered off to the left just on the other side of the bridge. We walked along slowly, Christina with the blanket pulled tight around her to ward off the cool breeze. Occasionally, I'd reach over and put my arm around her. Stopping several times along the way to search the water for any additional wildlife, we had walked about 200 yards from the bridge when we came to what looked from a distance like a wooden boat dock. When we got closer, however, we saw that it was a short boardwalk that allowed hikers to cross a particularly low, damp area. The boardwalk extended for twenty feet or so, taking a turn to the right before turning back into a dirt and gravel path.

The trail had followed the curved shore of the lake and by now we were out of sight of the picnic area. We could hear an occasional car speeding by on a nearby road, but the path and the boardwalk were not visible to anyone unless they happened to be walking along behind us. "Let's sit down for a minute," Christina said, as she carefully lowered herself onto a single step that had been built into the boardwalk. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulder.

We sat there in silence for several minutes, both of us looking out at the water. Finally, Christina turned toward me, and I could tell she was ready to be kissed. And kiss her I did. Soft little pecks on her cheeks, little nibbles on her neck, and finally a long, deep kiss on her beautifully full lips. I loved kissing her, and from her reaction, she loved it, too, as her body relaxed more and more under my touch, her lips parted a little farther with each kiss, and finally, our tongues caressed as I put both arms around her and pulled her body tight to mine. I savored the feeling of her breasts against my chest.

Our kisses became more and more passionate, and I slipped my hand beneath the blanket to caress her breast, lightly at first, then a firmer massage. When I touched her there, she let out a little sigh, her warm breath drifting into my mouth. I touched her under the blanket as we kissed . . . her breasts, her stomach, her arms. Then my hand drifted lower and began to move upward along the inside of her thighs, until I was able to lightly caress her mound through her jeans. She gave a little gasp as I traced my hand along her slit through the fabric.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, as I continued massaging and caressing her, and I could feel a little dampness beginning to soak through the material. Finally, she reached down and began to rub her hand along the length of my cock, which had grown considerably by this time. 

We sat there on the step, kissing, caressing, the only sounds the lapping of the water against the shore and the little moans and whimpers of pleasure that were escaping both of us by now. Finally, Christina broke our kiss and said breathlessly, "I want you to fuck me."

"You mean here?" I responded in surprise. Having sex out in the open in a semi-public place was something I hadn't tried before, and I wasn't sure I wanted to try it then, either.

"Right here, right now," she panted emphatically, while at the same time standing up so she could remove her jeans. I looked up and watched as she slid her jeans and panties down in one quick motion, and in no time she was naked from the waist down. I gazed for a moment at her beautifully bare mound, which was just about at eye level. Tentatively, I reached up and ran my hand over her smooth mound and caressed her belly and thighs as she stood there with her eyes closed.

"Well, don't just sit there," she whispered, her voice hoarse with arousal. "I told you I want to be fucked." So I stood up quickly, spread the blanket out to cover the weathered wood of the boardwalk, and began to undo my belt.

"God, you are so slow," Christina said in exasperation, as she reached over, unfastened my waistband and pulled my zipper down. I looked around again apprehensively one more time and seeing nothing, let my jeans drop down around my ankles. My boxer briefs quickly joined them. I was unable to remove them completely because I still had my shoes on, but I decided that was probably a good idea in case we heard someone coming.

I sat down on the step and leaned back, and Christina put one leg on either side of me and sat down on my belly. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, urgently and began to grind against me. I could feel the dampness of her nectar on my belly, and before long she moved down a little and slid her pussy up and down along the length of my cock.

"God, isn't this amazing?" she panted as her movements became faster, more urgent. I don't know whether it was the cold, the apprehension of being discovered, or what. But though I was incredibly excited and aroused, I was not yet hard enough to slip easily inside her, as we both very much wanted by this time. So, Christina slid down my body and took my cock between those beautiful lips and began to lick and suck . . . hungrily, urgently, deliciously. I slowly began to harden as she touched me as only she could . . . one moment taking me fully inside her mouth and burying her face in my pubic hair, then slowly raising her head and licking along the length of me.




Discovering Christina Ch. 04



It was such an incredible combination of sensations that before I even realized it I was past the point of no return. "Oh, baby," I panted, "I'm going to cum!"

"That's okay," she reassured me, and immediately began to bob her head up and down, faster and faster as she began to suck. In a second, I exploded, my cock throbbing and pulsing, filling her mouth with my hot cum. She continued to suck until I was completely spent and my cock softened in her mouth.

When she released me, she moved up my body again and kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on her tongue. "My god!" I said breathlessly, "that was amazing!"

She smiled that sexy, mischievous smile and whispered, "Now it's my turn." 

Quickly, we traded places, with Christina sitting on the blanket atop the single step, and me kneeling between her thighs. I had managed to pull my trousers back up hurriedly, thinking that if someone did happen along the trail, at least they wouldn't see my bare ass up in the air as I pleasured Christina.

"Come on," she whispered urgently, opening herself to me and directing my face between her legs. I wasted no more time, going right to work on her hot, wet sex. I licked lightly up and down her slit, parting her outer lips with my tongue and savoring that wonderful taste and scent I had come to love. By this time, Christina was leaning all the way back on the blanket, her eyes closed, her face a picture of extreme arousal.

"God, I love the way you taste," I whispered, barely raising my mouth from her pussy and only long enough to say the words. I pressed my tongue inside as deeply as possible, then licked upward to her swollen clit and began to make figure eights around it with my tongue.

"Oh, god, that feels so good," she panted, reaching down to tangle her fingers in my hair and gently move my face a little to a spot that brought her even more pleasure. I ran my tongue around her outer lips, then up and over her mound, and finally lower to her tight little rosebud. I circled it with my tongue, causing Christina to flinch just a little with my unexpected attention there. Then I proceeded to make my tongue as broad as possible and lick her from her rosebud to her clit, then back again. I made that trip over and over, up, then down again, until my mouth was slick with her nectar, which was abundant by this time.

I could tell by her movements and little moans and whimpers that she was getting close, so I focused my attention on her clit. She raised her hips to meet my mouth, arching her back to keep her clit pressed tight to my tongue. I slid my hands beneath her hips to give her a little support and pulled her even tighter to me—all the time flicking her clit with my tongue, faster and faster.

"Oh, Ross! Oh . . . oh . . . oh!" She panted, as her orgasm began to overtake her. And at that moment, I took her swollen clit between my lips and began to suck. Her hips bucked wildly as she seemed to be trying to press herself tighter to my mouth and pull away, all at the same time. Her orgasm cascaded over her for nearly a minute before her body relaxed and she pushed my head away. I sat there between her knees, as Christina lay there with her eyes closed, her face blissfully serene.

I took both edges of the blanket and pulled them together to try and shield her half-naked body from the chill wind. Finally Christina sat up, her expression that of someone awakened from a deep sleep. Her blue eyes had a far away look, her lips slightly parted, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths. "That was sooooo good," she whispered. "It was amazing."

I lifted myself onto my knees so that our faces were close together, as she sat there on the boardwalk step. I put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply, wanting her to enjoy her taste as I had been for the past half-hour or so. She kissed me wetly and I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, then outlined her mouth with my tongue. At the same time, my other hand drifted downward and began to lightly caress her bare mound. I was careful to be very gentle, knowing how sensitive she was after her orgasm.

We kissed for several minutes like that, and with each passing moment, I began to be bolder with my touch. I parted her outer lips with two fingers and collected enough nectar to lubricate them well. I wanted to make sure that my touch was pleasurable, rather than painful. In only a few moments, my light caresses had aroused her once more, and she lay back again and turned herself over to me again.

This time I used my fingers, as well as my tongue, pressing my middle finger inside her tight tunnel at first, as I teased her swollen clit with my tongue. I began to move it slowly in and out, occasionally curling it inward to caress her magic spot. In no time at all, I was able to insert a second finger, eliciting a low moan of pleasure. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she hissed, as I curled both fingers and massaged her g-spot, which by now was swollen and easily located. As I caressed that sensitive little pleasure center, I went back to work with my tongue. This time, however, Christina helped me, reaching down to pull her hood back and expose her glistening pearl more fully to my tongue. "Oh fuck, Ross, fuck," she whispered over and over as I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and continued to flutter my two fingers inside her.

In no time at all, I began to recognize the signs of another impending orgasm, as she began to pant and raise her hips to me once more. I took this as a cue to begin moving my two fingers in and out, fucking her with them, faster and faster until my hand was little more than a blur. At the same time, I flattened my tongue and pressed it hard against her clit, then quickly sucked it between my lips again.

This time my touch had no gentleness to it. It was hard, aggressive, urgent, as I furiously thrust my fingers in and out and sucked hard on her clit. I continued for what seemed like quite a long time, and with each passing moment, her pleasure seemed to build and build, until finally she arched her back and her pussy begin to pulse and throb. I felt that involuntary rippling of the muscles in her tunnel as she clenched around my fingers over and over and over.

Finally spent, Christina relaxed and lay limply on the blanket, eyes closed, breathing hard from the effort and intensity of her orgasm. I moved up to kiss her and she never even opened her eyes. But her mouth curled into a little smile as my lips touched hers. I pulled the blanket back over her and we both lay there for several minutes waiting for our strength to return.

Afterward, Christina was almost giddy. "That was gooooood," she smiled, "I mean really gooooood!" Her smile was now radiant, lighting up the gloomy day.

"Yes indeed, that was goooooooood," I laughed, mimicking her pronouncement. "I've never done anything like that before," I confessed. "You know, outside, almost in public."

"Neither have I," she enthused, "but I'm sure gonna do it again!"

Finally, the tension between us seemed to be broken, at least temporarily. But I knew there was something that we still needed to deal with at some point. At that moment, however, I wasn't ready to spoil such a wonderful experience by pressing.

But, as it turned out, it was Christina who was ready. "I'm ready to talk about Dallas now. There's a lot I need to tell you." 



Discovering Christina Ch. 05



I would encourage the reader to take each chapter of Discovering Christina in order. However, for those who don't, here's a brief recap:

Ross Daniels is a bachelor in his late 40's who had given up on love; that is, until he met the beautiful Christina, more than 25 years his junior. He was immediately captivated by her blonde hair, blue eyes and voluptuous figure. And he fell in love with her intelligence, sense of humor and joy for living . . . and of course, the great sex! They began a passionate affair and, after some rough patches, she moved into his loft apartment in the small town of Durham.

Things were going well until Christina went on a "girls' weekend" in Dallas with three friends from college. Ross could tell on her return that something happened there. He's about to find out what it was.

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"I'm ready to talk about Dallas now. There's a lot I need to tell you."

Christina's words hit me like a punch in the stomach. I had been obsessing over what might have gone on while she enjoyed the "girls' weekend" with her three college friends in Dallas. But, now that she seemed ready to talk about it, I began to question whether I really wanted to know.

There are some questions that shouldn't be asked. Or answered. Obviously, something had gone on in Dallas, and apparently I was about to find out what . . . whether I wanted to or not.

By this time, Christina and I had straightened our clothes and sat there on the boardwalk, huddled together against the cool, grey morning, the light blue blanket pulled tight around us. "All right," I said, "whatever you have to tell me . . . let's hear it."

"Not here," she responded softly, and with those words, she stood up. I followed suit, then took the hand she offered, as we walked slowly back toward the car. Occasionally, I'd glance at Christina, trying to decipher the far-away look on her face. But it was not a look I'd seen before.

"Do you want to drive?" I asked as we reached the car.

"I think I'd like you to drive," she replied. "You'll have to keep your eyes on the road, and it will be easier for me to tell you about the weekend if you're not looking at me."

By this time, I was certain I was going to hear something I wouldn't like. But whatever it turned out to be, I needed to hear it. And it seemed that Christina needed to tell me.

I opened the passenger door for her, then climbed behind the wheel of the Lexus. The engine purred softly as I pulled out of the little picnic area and headed back to the main highway. It would take about an hour or so to get back to Durham, and I was certain it would be an hour I'd never forget.

I kept my eyes on the twisting road that led from the park to the highway and Christina sat quietly, her back pressed against the door, suggesting through her body language that she didn't want to be very close to me at that point. So, I kept quiet, thinking I'd let her talk when she was ready.

But after about five minutes, as I pulled onto the main highway from the lake road, I just couldn't wait any longer. If it was going to be something painful, I wanted to get it over with. "All right," I said, glancing over at her, "are you ready to tell me now?" 

"I don't know. I . . .," her voice trailed off. 

And without waiting to answer, she began, her voice almost inaudible over the soft hum of tires on pavement. "Ross, I want you to remember that I love you. Okay?"

"Okay," I responded softly, trying not to betray the swarm of butterflies that were flying around in my stomach.

"Well . . . ," she hesitated, and I let the silence hang in the air as long as I could.

"Just tell me one thing," I interrupted, my patience finally exhausted. "Did you fuck some guy down there in Dallas?"

I immediately felt bad for lashing out like that. I glanced over at Christina, who by this time had shoved herself farther against the door. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her cheeks were crimson. I thought I saw a tear trickling out of the corner of her beautiful blue eyes. She didn't answer, of course. She didn't even look at me.

We drove in silence for another ten minutes, before I finally got up the nerve to speak again. "Listen, Sweetie," I said softly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, and I shouldn't have said it like I did. But you have to know I'm dying inside imagining all sorts of things. And they're all bad." I reached over to take her hand, but she pulled it away.

"That was a really mean thing to say, you know," she responded, her voice cracking a little.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry."

"You know I don't have to tell you anything," she shot back firmly.

"I know you don't."

"But just for your information," she said softly, "the answer is no. I didn't even dance with any guys." This time she reached over for my hand.

Her words caused this feeling of relief to wash over me. Until that moment, I hadn't even realized how much I loved Christina. The thought of something—or someone--coming between us was simply overwhelming.

"Are you ready to tell me what actually happened, then?" I asked, trying to act calmer than I really felt. 

"Well," she started again. "I had sex in Dallas . . ."

"God dammit, Christina! I thought you said . . ." My words trailed off and I sat there trying to drive, feeling totally bewildered.

"I had sex," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "with Alicia."

"You had sex with Alicia?" I managed after a long pause.

"Yes."

"You had sex with Alicia?" I repeated, thinking that saying it again might help it sink in a bit more.

"Yes. Ross, I . . ."

"God, Christina," I said slowly, "every time I think I'm ready for anything you throw at me, you still seem to be able to blind-side me. Obviously, I'm surprised."

"Surprised in a good way?"

"I don't know yet," I said slowly. "I'm gonna need a little more detail and some time to process it all."

"You remember that Alicia and I were roommates in college, right?" Her voice was a bit more animated by this time.

"Yes, I remember," I responded, calling to mind a party pic she had shown me not long after moving in. It was Christina and a pretty girl with long dark hair posing with their arms around each other at some fraternity bash. I remember thinking then how sexy the two of them looked that night—Christina in a black strapless dress that showed an abundance of cleavage, and Alicia in a blue number, with a neckline that plunged into a deep vee. It was held together loosely by a delicate bit of fabric; otherwise her pert breasts would have popped right out. 

The two of them were about the same height—in the 5-2 range. Otherwise, they were a study in contrasts—Christina with her blonde hair, blue eyes and voluptuous figure, and Alicia with her dark brown hair and eyes, and slender, athletic build. With the booze and the frat boys in apparent abundance at that party, I didn't even want to think about what the two of them probably got themselves into that night . . . or more precisely . . . what probably got into them.

"Alicia and I had been friends for a long time, even before college," she continued. "We met in grade school and went clear through high school together. Boy, did we get into some crazy things . . .," her voice trailed off. "She and I were best friends—you know, sleepovers, double dates and all that stuff."

"Right, I know." I realized that my hands were beginning to grip the wheel much tighter than usual, signaling the tension that was building as I waited for Christina's story to unfold.

"She and I kidded around a lot. Sort of, you know, acting like there might be more between us than just friendship."

"I don't understand," I said, puzzled.

"Oh, we'd dance with each other when we went out to clubs . . . real sexy, you know? We'd touch each other, and kiss . . . "

"Okay, I get the picture," I interrupted.

"Well, it was fun to tease the guys like that," she continued, "and if we happened to be double-dating, it was a sure fire way to get the guys in the mood." Then she stopped. "Oops," she continued. "I guess that might have been too much information."

"Yeah, I guess so," I said tersely. I just hated imagining Christina with some other guy, though I knew intellectually that she'd had her share of flings. 

"Well, when Alicia and I both decided to go to college, we weren't sure whether we wanted to room together," she went on. "But finally, we decided to."

"All right," I responded absently, feeling my jaw clench from the tension. I glanced down at the speedometer and realized we were going 85, so I eased up just a bit. I didn't want to kill us both before hearing the whole story. "God," I thought to myself, "How long is it going to take her to get to the point?"

"Okay," she went on. "So we're rooming together that first year . . . "

"I have the picture," I said impatiently.

Ignoring me, she continued. "One night, we'd been out to a club, drinking too much, putting on our sexy girl/girl show. But there just weren't any guys there that night who interested us, so we made our way back to the dorm. It's a good thing it was a short walk, because we were pretty wasted."

"And . . .?"

"And, when we got back to the dorm, we threw off our clothes and got into bed."

"Separate beds?" I asked, beginning to get into the spirit of things.

"Yeah, separate beds," she continued. "You know, those little twin beds like they have in dorms. And we just lay there for awhile. Every now and then, one of us would laugh a little, thinking about how drunk we were and how we must have looked at the bar that night.

"Finally, Alicia said she wished we'd found some guys because she really needed some sex. I told her I wish we had, too, because I was feeling the need myself. It got pretty quiet for awhile as we lay there in the dark. But I could tell Alicia wasn't asleep by the rhythm of her breathing and the way she seemed to be moving around on the bed."

"This is beginning to sound like a fantasy I had once," I smiled. "Actually, I had it more than once."

"Don't be a dirty old man," she scolded. "Anyway, one thing led to another, and we ended up . . . uh . . . getting ourselves off that night."

"Together?"

"Well, together in the sense that we did it at the same time. But in our separate beds."

"Oh," I said, a little disappointed.

"But it was so sexy, listening to Alicia do it to herself that way. The sounds . . . even . . . the smells," she whispered, blushing. "And when she came," Christina said breathily, "Well, it just pushed me over the edge, too."

Suddenly, I realized that I'd been so engrossed in Christina's story, that I was hardly aware that I was driving down a two-lane highway at more than 70 miles an hour. My mind snapped back to attention, and I realized we had already covered nearly 50 miles when I saw the sign marking the road to Willow Springs Marina. We were just about ten minutes from Durham.

By this time, Christina had moved from her position next to the door to lean against the center console. She reached across the console and began to rub her hand lightly up and down the inside of my right thigh. "Did you like hearing about Alicia and me being naughty together?" she teased in her best little-girl voice.

"Yeah," I hesitated. "I guess I did . . . a little."

"I think it was more than a little," she smiled, "judging by this." And with that, she began to run her palm up and down my cock, which had sprung to full attention as Christina told her story. It was almost painful, confined by my trousers as it was.

"I'll bet you're imaging Alicia and me together right now," she teased.

"Well, it's a little hard to get the image out of my head."

"Don't get it out of your head, then," she whispered back. "Just go with it." And with that, she leaned over and licked the length of my shaft through my trousers, leaving a wet trail of saliva as she moved slowly upward.

"Hold on," I whispered, breathlessly as I did my best to pull the car into the covered parking area just behind my building. "Let's move this inside." Not waiting for Christina to respond, I shoved open the driver's door, walked quickly around to the passenger's side and helped Christina from the Lexus. Clutching her hand tightly, I nearly dragged her up the back stairs until we were standing in the entryway of my loft, kissing and pawing at each other hungrily. 

Not even breaking the kiss, I began to edge the two of us inside until we found ourselves in the living room, literally tearing each other's clothes off. I'd never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I wanted Christina right at that moment. Our sense of urgency caused us to stop trying to remove the other's clothes and concentrate on getting our own off, knowing we'd be naked faster that way.

With our clothes scattered on the living room floor, we hurried into the bedroom without one word being uttered by either of us. We didn't need to talk. We both knew what we wanted. We wanted to fuck and we wanted to do it immediately! Pressing her two hands against my chest, Christina pushed me backward onto the bed and immediately planted one knee on either side of my thighs bringing her pussy right over my throbbing cock. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and her nostrils flared a little from her panting breaths.

In one quick motion, she reached behind her, seized my cock and guided it into her hot, wet tunnel. Christina is extremely tight, which is a very good thing, but sometimes it takes a little while for her to fully accommodate me. Not this time. I entered her fully with one long stroke as she lowered herself urgently onto me. The moans of pleasure that escaped both of us as we were joined made clear just how badly we both wanted this.

But instead of fucking me like a mad woman, which I fully expected (and hoped for), as soon as I was fully inside, she held her body perfectly still. "What the hell . . .?" I grumbled as I looked into those wonderful blue eyes that were now gazing back into mine.

She reached down and put her finger to my lips and whispered, "Shhhhhhhh. I'm going to tell you the rest of the story now." If I hadn't figured it out already, I knew at that point that this was going to be one memorable fuck.

"All right," I grumbled, "let me get a little more comfortable." Careful to make sure Christina stayed impaled on my rigid cock, I scooted up until my back was resting against the headboard of the bed and my legs were fully extended. The little jostling it took to get me in that position caused these electric sensations to shoot through me as I lifted her up a little and then allowed her to slide back down. Her gasp as I settled myself and filled her completely once again, let me know that she enjoyed it, too.

"Okay, I'm ready," I told her, and to emphasize the point, I made my cock swell inside her and laughed when her eyes grew wide with surprise. "See, I told you I'm ready," I teased. "Tell me the story."

"All right," she began, "after that first night when we got ourselves off together, we didn't talk about it at all. I didn't know how to bring it up, and I didn't even know if I wanted to. It was fun at the time, but I didn't know if I wanted it to happen again. And I sure didn't know if I wanted it to go any farther."

As she spoke she moved her hips in little circles that made me shiver with pleasure. I was so aroused that even the slightest movement caused these electric sensations to race through every nerve in my body. Seeing the expression on my face change with her movements, she smiled a little and continued.

"But it turned out that we did do it again . . . and again . . . and again." And each time she said "again," she raised and lowered herself tantalizingly, each time enveloping me in her velvety folds. "By second semester, we were getting ourselves off together almost every time we came back from a night out together. Of course, there were times when we didn't come home together . . . "

"I get the picture," I said curtly and reached up and pinched her left nipple, causing her to shudder and letting her know that I didn't want to know any more about what she did on those nights she and Alicia didn't come home together.

"Don't be such an old sour puss," she teased, as she leaned forward and thrust her tongue in my mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Instead of sitting back up, she rested her full breasts on my chest, put her lips very close to my ear, and returned to her story.

"We even came up with a little signal, just between Alicia and me."

"Signal?" I asked.

"Yeah, like a code word we'd say when we were ready to go do it," she explained. "We'd be out together, and if one of us got ready to go back to the room and get ourselves off, we'd say we needed to do a load of laundry. The other one would know exactly what that meant. You wouldn't believe how much laundry we did our freshman year," she giggled.

"So one night, after we'd been doing that for about a month, we came home, and I guess we were especially drunk or especially horny or something, and as soon as the lights were off, Alicia came over and crawled into bed with me. I had already taken all my clothes off, thinking that we were going to do what we usually did, and I nearly jumped off the bed when she scooted in beside me."

By this time, the image of these two beautiful girls in bed together and the feel of Christina's warm breath against my ear, not to mention the feel of her hot tunnel gripping me tightly, were bringing me dangerously close to the limit of my staying power. I steeled myself as best I could to try and not finish before she had completed her story.

I could tell by the wistful sound of Christina's voice that her mind had drifted back to that night and she was feeling all those sensations once again. So, to help her a little bit, I reached between us and ran my thumb lightly over her clit, causing her to moan with pleasure, while bringing her back to the present. I couldn't wait to hear the rest of the story.

I had no more than touched her when she sat up quickly, slapped my hand and scolded me. "I'm telling the story, mister. Don't try and hurry things along." And with that, she circled her hips again, then raised herself far enough that I could see how her juices had made my cock slick and shiny. But as I was reaching to grasp her hips and lift her further, she sat back down hard, drawing me deep inside once more.

"I just about jumped out of the bed when I felt Alicia next to me," she continued, "and I could tell that she didn't have any clothes on, either. I could feel her nipples pressed against my breasts, and they felt hard as rocks. I asked her what the hell she was doing."

Now I was really beginning to get into the story, imagining those hard young bodies, both drunk and aroused, pressed together in that small bed. Just the thought of it made my cock throb. And from the look on Christina's face, she could feel it, too.

"She told me she thought it would be nice if we did something a little different this time," Christina continued. "She asked if I might like for her to help me . . . you know, get off."

"Yes, I know very well," I said softly as I reached up once again and took one of her full breasts in each hand. This time Christina did not try to discourage me, and as I slowly massaged her breasts, she went on with her story.

"Well, I was so drunk and horny, the shock of it went away pretty fast and I began to think about how good it might feel. After all, it's not like I hadn't wondered what Alicia looked like, felt like as she was getting herself off over in the other bed. So I told her okay."

Again the faraway look in Christina's eyes. Her body seemed to be on automatic pilot now, and she began to slowly raise and lower herself, fucking me with these excruciatingly slow strokes.




Discovering Christina Ch. 05



"As soon as I said okay, Alicia reached over and began to caress my breasts."

"Like this, baby? I whispered and tried to imitate the movements with my own hands.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "A lot like that. She knew just how to touch me, when to be soft and when to be hard. It was like it was just instinctive. A woman just seems to know . . . Then, when I felt like I couldn't wait any longer, she slid her hand down between my legs and started running her fingers up and down, pressing them between my lips. It was so amazing. I never wanted her to stop what she was doing. But at the same time, I wanted her to do even more.

"Before I even realized what was happening," she continued, "Alicia had two fingers inside me and was teasing my clit with her thumb. And by this time, she had scooted around until her head was down by my pussy and her mound was up just inches from my hand. I knew exactly what she wanted me to do."

I knew, too, and the thought of the two of them there together—Alicia with her long dark hair and athletic figure and Christina all blonde and voluptuous—just about took my breath away. This time I took Christina by the hips and began to raise and lower her on my cock, then alternated by moving her back and forth.

"You'd better slow down," she whispered, "if you want to hear the rest of the story."

"All right," I said grudgingly, "go ahead. But I don't know how much longer I can last."

Christina's voice was low and hoarse with arousal by this time, and I had to listen closely, not wanting to miss a single word. "I knew what Alicia wanted," she continued. "My hand was shaking, but I reached over and pressed two fingers inside of her, trying to touch her like she was touching me, following her lead. And I let my thumb press against her clit, like she was doing to me. God, she was so wet!"

At the mention of her clit, I moved one hand from Christina's breast and began to massage her clit with my thumb, just the way she described it in her story . . . only it was my cock that was buried inside her, rather than two fingers.

"God, Ross," she moaned, "yesssss. Just like that. God, that feels so good."

"Don't you have a story to finish?" I reminded her.

"Yes, but I'm gonna have to make it short if you keep doing that," she responded. "So by this time, Alicia and I are matching each other's rhythm almost perfectly . . . her fingers fucking me, mine fucking her, teasing each other's clits. I could tell it wasn't going to be very long before I came, and I could tell by the way Alicia was breathing harder and moving her fingers faster, that she was right there with me."

Christina's voice sounded almost breathless now as she seemed to be hurrying toward the climax of her story and her own climax, as well. So I took her firmly by the waist, lifted my hips off the bed and began thrusting in and out of her, my pace quickening with each stroke. And by this time, she was meeting each thrust and rubbing her clit along my shaft as I slid in and out of her tight tunnel. It felt as if my cock was encased in this deliciously warm liquid velvet.

"Fuck, Ross, god that feels so good," Christina panted.

"Tell me the rest. Right now," I ordered as I fucked her even harder, faster.

She was bouncing up and down on me by this time, her tits bouncing and swaying right along with our movements. Her eyes were closed tight, reflecting the intensity with which we were fucking each other at that point. But she still managed to pant, "Oh, god, Alicia, fuck me. Cum with me!"

And with that, I exploded inside Christina's throbbing cunt and painted her insides with my cum. My cock pulsed once . . . twice . . . three times before the hot liquid began to seep out as her rippling tunnel squeezed me, milked me until she collapsed, exhausted, her head on my shoulder and her heaving breasts pressed against my chest.

The enormity of our mutual climax left us both in a trance-like state. I'm not sure how long we lay motionless, my softening cock still nestled inside Christina. Finally, I felt her stir against my chest and soon she raised herself enough that she could place a tender kiss on my lips. I loved the twilight glow and sense of contentment that always followed sex with Christina. It left me satisfied in a way I'd never experienced before.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, "that was amazing." And with that, she rolled off me, leaving my curly black pubic hair wet and matted with our mingled juices. I was amazed at the 

sheer volume that our orgasms had produced.

"That was so good, Sweetie," I told her as she snuggled next to me, her arm draped across my chest and one leg resting over mine. "I thought I was going to explode before you finally got to the end of that story!"

"It was hot, wasn't it?" she giggled. "But if you think that was hot, you should have been there in person."

"I'm not sure my 49-year-old body could have taken the real thing. Just hearing about it practically turned me inside out. There's just one thing," I reminded her, "that still doesn't explain what happened in Dallas."

"No, it doesn't," Christina admitted. "At least not completely. But you needed the background to fully appreciate what did happen in Dallas. Would you like to hear the rest of the story?"

"Are you going to try and fuck me into oblivion when you tell me?" I teased. "If you are, I'm going to need a little more rest."

"Right now I don't think I'm going to need any more sex for about a week," she responded. "But who knows? Let's just see what happens."

"All right, it's a deal," I smiled as I pulled her closer to me. "Now tell me your story." And as I lay there, still limp from the amazing sex we'd just experienced, Christina's story of Dallas began to unfold:

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Christina's Story

I was the first to arrive at the hotel. We were staying at the Renaissance so we'd be close to all the clubs in the West End. We knew none of us would be driving for obvious reasons when we went out, so we didn't want the taxi rides to be too long.

The reservations were in Janice's name, so I had to wait a little while until she showed up. I felt sort of conspicuous hanging out there in the lobby with my big suitcases, one of which made this clinking sound every time I moved it because it was filled with the liquor I'd bought on the way down. I wanted to make sure we didn't run out.

"Hey, sexy!" Janice yelled across the lobby as she burst through the revolving door. Needless to say, everyone stared at both of us as she hurried over and gave me a big hug. It had been awhile since I'd seen her. We'd stayed in touch by phone, but it had probably been at least a year since we'd gotten together. She still looked good, but different, too, in a few subtle ways. Her hair was cut short, not even all the way down to her shoulders, and it had some auburn highlights. I'd never seen it colored like that before, but it was a definite improvement over her natural light brown. She still towered over me at 5-7, and she seemed to have put on just a little weight . . . not too much at all . . . just enough to make her breasts look a little fuller and the rest of her just a little curvier.

She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Let's get on up to the room and get the drinking started! If those other bitches are too late, we'll be drunk and they'll be on their own."

"Well, get over there and check us in," I laughed, "and keep your voice down. I don't want everyone to know what drunken sluts we really are."

In just a few minutes, Janice had registered and we were on our way up the elevator toward our room on the 22nd floor. As we were going up, I looked down through the glass wall and saw Alicia and Brooke just coming into the lobby. "There they are!" I told Janice, and used my cell phone to call Alicia and tell them our room number and to get their asses upstairs immediately.

They were only too happy to follow my instructions, and Janice and I hadn't been in the room more than three minutes when we heard a pounding on the door that could only have been produced by the remaining two members of the Gang of Four.

Alicia and Brook burst through the door and it was just one big group hug for a couple of minutes before Brooke finally said, "I heard there was going to be some drinking going on here. Is there any truth to that rumor?"

"There certainly is," I laughed, as I opened the suitcase and began to pull out the half-dozen bottles of rum, vodka, gin, and tequila, and other assorted varieties of liquor, along with the requisite mixers. It was, of course, enough to have all us passed out by the end of the evening. And we didn't waste any time before each of us had a glass in our hands, glasses that did not stay empty long over the next couple of hours.

We laughed and talked and gossiped and generally caught up on what each of us had been up to. Janice had finished college and taken a job right here in Dallas. She was a marketing rep for a pharmaceutical company, making good money and meeting a lot of single doctors. Some married ones, too, by the way she told it. Brooke had gotten her teaching certification and was happily teaching third grade at a school district just outside of Austin. Unfortunately, she looked as if she'd gained about 20 pounds or more since college and she appeared on her way toward looking like you would expect a third grade teacher to look. She was still pretty, with dark brown eyes to match her nearly black hair, but I just didn't like the way she seemed to be turning from a cute college girl into a younger version of her mother.

And then there was Alicia. I had stayed in touch with her more so than the others after college. We had gotten together a few times when I went home to visit my parents, since she moved back to our home town after our freshman year in college. She decided that college life was not for her . . . a decision that was helped along by the fact that she had renewed a relationship with Bobby Gentry, whom she had dated through high school. They had broken up when she went to college and he stayed home, but they had rekindled the flame over Christmas break freshman year, and she wanted to be closer to him. I was maid of honor in her wedding the summer after my sophomore year, and while I hoped things would go well for them, I didn't have a lot of hope. Neither one of them really seemed ready to settle down . . . at least not for long.

As it turned out, I was right. After they'd been married for a couple of years, Alicia confided that she had been seeing an older man off and on for the past six months, and I knew right then it was inevitable she would be found out, given how small our hometown is. The marriage had lasted not quite two years, and Alicia was on her own again. And she looked as beautiful as she did when we roomed together that first year at the university.

"All right," Janice announced, her speech already a little thick from two hours with her friend from south of the border, Mr. Jose Cuervo. "Let's talk about the sleeping arrangements before we're too drunk to know what we're doing."

The room was equipped with two queen beds, placed side by side with a night stand between them. Obviously, we would be sharing them with one of our friends, which was not unusual at all. That's the way we'd always done it on trips we'd taken together. Before anyone else could say anything, Alicia spoke up, "Christina and I are together." She looked my way and gave me a little wink, and I felt my face turn red as I thought back on the time we roomed together. 

"Well, that's not a big surprise," Janice quipped. "You two always end up sleeping together. If I didn't know better, I'd say there was something funny going on."

We all laughed at the implication, but mine was nervous laughter, knowing that she was closer to the truth than she knew. I also could feel my face getting warmer by the second. So I tried to go with Janice's little joke. "Yeah, Alicia's always had the hots for me," I laughed. "She'll do anything to get into my pants."

"Speaking of that," Janice laughed, "we'd better get dressed in our slutty clothes so we can go out and get some tonight."

"Listen," I told her, my tone suddenly serious, "if anyone is planning to hook up tonight, just don't bring them back to the room. I don't want to listen to you screwing all night and disturbing my sleep."

"So you're pretty serious about this guy you're seeing, huh?" Brooke asked.

"Well, I guess so," I responded. "We're exclusive, if that's what you mean."

"Well, then," Janice chimed in, "if I find a hot guy with an ugly friend, you can keep the friend occupied while I work my magic."

It took about an hour for all of us to freshen up, redo our hair and makeup and slip into our "slutty dresses." I had to admit, we were still a pretty hot looking quartet. Dallas' West End entertainment district didn't know what it was in for tonight.

********

We hired a taxi for the short drive to the restaurant where we planned to start our evening. We figured it would be a good idea to get something in our stomachs to soak up some of the alcohol we'd put away back in the room. We sat in a booth back in the corner of this nice little Italian restaurant, Alicia next to me, with Janice and Brooke on the other side. We laughed and talked and ate . . . not to mention doing away with a couple of bottles of wine. Several times we drew disapproving looks from the other customers. Most of the time, we didn't even notice. The rest of the time, we didn't care. It was just so good to be with everyone again.

A couple of times I felt Alicia's leg brush up against mine under the table. But when I glanced over, she appeared to be oblivious to what had happened. But I wasn't. Even the slightest touch gave me butterflies and made me wonder what the rest of the night might hold.

The club where we planned to start the evening was within walking distance from the restaurant, so we set out, the four of us arm-in-arm, generally making a spectacle of ourselves and taking up more than our fair share of the sidewalk. Most of the women seemed annoyed when they had to move over to the edge of the sidewalk to pass. Most of the men seemed interested in what four girls, all decked out in their "slutty clothes," were up to. No, we were definitely not going to have to worry about buying drinks for ourselves. There would be plenty of horny guys more than happy to take care of us. And we'd be more than happy to let them, provided it was on our terms.

It was just after 9 p.m. when we walked into the club. The doorman waived the cover charge for us, I suppose thinking that we would be good for business. Surveying the room, Jackie shouted over the pulsing dance beat being played by a deejay, "There's a table next to the dance floor. Let's grab it."

We settled ourselves in and ordered drinks, convinced that this would be the only round we'd have to pay for that night. It turned out we were right. We hadn't been at our table more than five minutes when I noticed Janice making serious eye contact with a guy at a table across the dance floor. He and a couple of his friend certainly seemed to be interested in what was happening at our table. Of course, that's just what we wanted, up to a point. Personally, I was definitely not looking to hook up with anyone, but I didn't mind if some overly-optimistic guy volunteered to buy my drinks.

"Let's go dance," Alicia shouted above the music, and I followed her onto the dance floor, allowing the alcohol and the music to take over. Alicia seemed to do the same and the two of us moved seductively together to the intense beat, sometimes facing each other as we danced, and other times one behind the other, grinding together suggestively, mound to bottom. 

Both of us wore different versions of the standard "little black dress," each designed to enhance our best assets. Mine was cut low in the front to show off my cleavage, while the skirt clung tight to my ass, which got a real workout as we danced. Alicia's was a bit more modest upstairs, given that her breasts were not her strongest feature. But it was barely long enough to cover her bottom, even when she was standing up, accentuating her long, shapely legs and tight ass. It was so short, in fact, that she'd had to get Janice to stand in front of her as she slid out of the booth at the restaurant so the other customers wouldn't get a look at the lacy black thong she was wearing. Of course, I'd seen it as we dressed back at the hotel, along with the matching bra, and she truly was even sexier than I'd remembered from our days as roommates.

"God," I mumbled, "I have to quit obsessing about how hot she looks."

"What was that?" Alicia shouted over the music.

I blushed when I realized she'd heard at least part of what I'd said. "I was just saying how great you look. The life of a divorcee must agree with you."

"Well, yes and no," she told me, her mouth very close to my ear so I could hear her. "I like being able to go out with a guy when he seems interesting without having to worry about Bobby finding out." She winked at the implication . . . that she hadn't exactly been the model wife. "But I do miss the regular sex. Bobby wasn't worth a damn in a lot of ways, but he sure could fuck!"

We both laughed when we saw the couple dancing next to us look our way at hearing the magic f-word, and continued to dance. About that time, the deejay slowed things down with this sexy blues song, and Alicia moved behind me again and began to move her hips to the sensuous beat. This time she seemed to be even a little closer, and I could actually feel the curve of her mound under her clingy black dress. As we swayed slowly together, she moved her hands up and down the sides of my hips, and occasionally reached around and brushed the bottom of my breasts. I closed my eyes and went with it, enjoying her sensuous touch and feeling myself getting wet.

When the song ended, Alicia continued to press herself against me as she encircled my waist with her arms and pulled me even closer. "It's so great to see you again, Christina. I've been thinking about this ever since we decided to get together this weekend."

"Yeah," I responded, trying to make the mood a little lighter, "there's nothing like getting together with the Gang of Four. By the way," I continued, "the other half of the gang seems to be pretty well occupied right now." I pointed over toward our table, where Mr. Eye Contact and his two buddies had settled themselves in. It looked like they had bought a round of drinks for everyone, including Alicia and me.

"Maybe we'd better go back over there and enjoy some of those free drinks," I suggested. And with that I moved away from Alicia and walked across the dance floor to our table.

When we got there, the guys introduced themselves, though I didn't remember even one of their names. I sort of smiled and nodded at the inane conversation and downed a couple of margaritas, which I decided would be my drink of choice for the night. By this time Janice seemed to have settled in very comfortably with Mr. Eye Contact, and Brooke was having what appeared to be a very intense conversation with one of his buddies. It appeared that the two of them were set for the evening . . . and the night, if they so chose.

Just as the improbable image of Brooke, the third grade teacher, giving her guy a blow job flashed through my dirty mind, the third one leaned over to me. "You really look hot," he slurred, his mouth much too close to my ear. "Let's dance."




Discovering Christina Ch. 05



But before I could even get the word "no" out of my mouth, Alicia did it for me. "I'm sorry, I've got this one." Without another word, she grabbed me by the arm and hauled me back out on the dance floor.

"Thanks," I told her as we began to dance to another slow song. "You just saved me from having to turn the guy down."

"Didn't appeal to you, huh?" she asked.

"Oh he's pretty good looking but . . . ," my voice trailed off.

"But you're saving yourself for the old guy back in Durham," Alicia finished my sentence for me. Of course, not quite the way I would have phrased it.

"He's not an old guy," I huffed, "I don't even think about age when we're together."

"I was just teasing," she said as she rested one arm on each of my shoulders and continued to sway sensuously. "I know you're serious about him. I'm glad to see you so happy. Besides," she said with a wink, "I've had some experience with some old guys, too. And I liked it."

"I really am happy, you know. I just don't know quite how I've gotten myself in this so deep," I said. "But I'm not looking to get out anytime soon."

"Hey, it's after midnight," Alicia said as she glanced at her watch. "How about we get out of here? I just don't want to have to act like I give a shit about what any of those assholes have to say. Besides," she added, whispering the words in my ear, "I'd really like to do a load of laundry tonight."

It took a few seconds for those last words to finally sink in. And when they did, I felt the bottom almost drop out of my stomach. I turned and looked Alicia full in the face. Her brown eyes gazed back at me, wide and unblinking. "Yeah," I finally managed, "I'd like to get out of here, too." 

Much to the disappointment of the three amigos and to the surprise of Janice and Brooke, Alicia and I said our goodbyes and left the club quickly, before they all started trying to get us to change our minds. We hailed a cab and took the short ride back to the hotel, my heart pounding all the way. "You know, I still enjoy this stuff," I told Alicia as we rode the elevator back to our floor, "but in smaller and smaller doses. Do you think I'm finally becoming an adult?"

"Not a chance," she laughed. "Deep down you're still the crazy Christina I've known since grade school. But right now you're just in luuuuuuuv." She drew the word out teasingly.

"I guess I'd have to agree," I smiled, pushing to door to our room open. As I walked in, I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen once that door was closed.

It took less than five minutes for us to kick our shoes off, slip out of our dresses and get comfortable. I tried not to be too obvious in watching Alicia remove her delicate lacy bra, but I couldn't keep from admiring her perfectly formed, pert little breasts before she slipped on what looked to be a football jersey that was to be her sleeping outfit for the night. I wondered if there was any significance to the fact that the number on the jersey was 69. Before she slid the shirt down over her cute mounds, I noticed that her nipples were standing up proudly, apparently hard as little pebbles.

As I stood there in my black strapless bra and matching thong admiring her body, Alicia looked at me and smiled, "Like what you see, do you?"

My cheeks burned with embarrassment at being caught ogling her. "Well, yeah," I stumbled, "you still look great without your clothes on." As soon as I'd said it, I wished I could have phrased things differently. But after all, alcohol is a great truth serum.

"Just like old times in college," she laughed, "you always liked watching me." I blushed again, but before I could respond, she announced, "Now it's your turn. And I'm telling you right now that I AM going to watch."

At that moment, I was grateful that I was wearing black panties . . . it made it harder to see how wet I'd become. Between all the dancing and touching at the club and watching Alicia undress in the room, I was tingling all over and incredibly aroused. My hands were shaking as I unfastened my bra and let it fall slowly from my breasts. I was acutely aware of how swollen my nipples were, and I quickly grabbed the white tank top I'd laid out to sleep in and pulled it over my head.

"What's the rush?" Alicia teased. "I was just starting to enjoy the show." The fact was she was still getting a pretty good show. My nipples were doing their best to poke through the thin white fabric of my tank, and it was so sheer that the darker outline of my areolas were clearly visible.

"How about another drink?" I said, quickly standing up and walking over to the other side of the room where the bottles were perched on the dresser. I felt the need right then to remove myself from Alicia's intense gaze.

"Might as well," she agreed. "Pour me a rum and coke."

After I'd mixed Alicia's drink, I started work on my own. I decided the rum and coke sounded pretty good, but as I was pouring the last of the coke into my glass, I felt something warm on the back of my neck. "Don't make it too strong," Alicia whispered huskily in my ear. "I don't want you to pass out on me tonight."

Her warm breath on my neck and the feel of her breasts pressing into me from behind was electric. I struggled not to drop the glass, but accidentally let the coke overflow the rim before I realized what was happening. "What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant. But for some reason, I wasn't ready to acknowledge to her what my body was feeling.

"You know exactly what I mean," she whispered. "I could tell the minute we started dancing you were remembering what we did back in college, just like I was. You were, weren't you?"

"Well, I uh . . ." I stammered.

"Weren't you?!" This time Alicia's voice was louder, her tone sterner.

"Yes, I guess so," I whispered.

"I'll bet you still think about it every time you get yourself off, too," she declared, "I know I do."

"Yeah, I guess I do think about it," I admitted, lowering my gaze in order to avoid making eye contact in the mirror.

"And the minute we decided to take this trip, you started wondering what might happen, didn't you?" But before I could say anything, she went right ahead. "I know I sure did. I bet I've cum ten times in the past week thinking about those times, Christina."

And with that, Alicia reached her arms around me and moved her hands up to my breasts. I sighed softly as she cupped them in her palms and began to massage them slowly, with just the right amount of pressure. Alicia always seemed to know just how I needed to be touched at any given time. It was clear she had not lost her knack.

My knees grew weak, and I had to brace myself against the dresser to keep from collapsing from the intensity of the feelings shooting through my body. It was as if the cumulative effects of everything I'd been feeling throughout the evening hit me all at once. I felt weak and totally unable to resist anything Alicia might want to do . . . not that I really wanted to resist. Instead, I leaned my head back with another sigh and rested it on her shoulder, as she began to concentrate more fully on my nipples, which were now aching with desire.

"You always liked the way I touched you, didn't you?" she purred.

"Mmmmmm," was all I could manage, as intense surges of pleasure shot from my aching nipples down to my warm, wet center and back again. I had officially turned myself over to Alicia.

We both heard it at the same time, the click of the lock signaling that our two missing roommates were returning. Quickly, Alicia and I grabbed our drinks and sat down, just as Janice and Brooke stumbled through the door.

"So, has the pajama party started already?" Janice giggled as she saw Alicia and me in our sleepwear.

"What are you two doing back so early?" Alicia said, trying to hide the annoyance she was clearly feeling. Of course, Janice and Brooke were so drunk that they probably wouldn't have noticed if Alicia had still been playing with my tits when they walked in.

"Well, after you two deserted us," Janice explained, "the guys seemed to lose a little interest. I think they were counting on a seven-person orgy or something. Then, when there were only two of us and three of them, they started surveying the room again."

"Well, I'm glad they left," Brooke chimed in. "They were loud and crude."

"Yeah, they were loud and crude, all right," Janice snapped. "But you made 'em behave, didn't you, Miss Third Grade Teacher?"

"Well, I . . ." Brooke seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Yeah," Janice interrupted, "When one of the guys was talking a little loud, Miss Teacher here actually told him to use his inside voice!"

Brooke's face had turned bright red by this time. "Well, you know, it's just a habit. It just slipped out."

"I dragged her off to the ladies room to tell her to act like she was on Sex in the City, not Sesame Street," Janice snapped. "And when we got back, the guys were gone."

"So, here we are," Brooke smiled weakly.

Almost simultaneously, the four of us began to giggle, and before long those giggles had turned into drunken howls, as we were reminded once more why we enjoyed being together so much.

We each had a couple more drinks, but soon everyone seemed to run out of steam. There's that point in every party when you realize it's time to call it quits. And our time had arrived. So, Janice and Brooke took turns in the bathroom as they undressed and slipped into what they were going to sleep in. Soon, they had settled into one of the queen beds, and Alicia and I got comfortable in the other. When I reached up and turned off the one remaining lamp, the only light in the room was the dim glow of a streetlight sifting through a small opening where the drapes did not quite meet.

In literally minutes, Janice and Brooke were asleep. Their slow, even breaths made it obvious, as did the light snoring of one. But neither Alicia nor I were asleep. We just lay there on our sides facing each other, eyes wide open. "I'm sorry we got interrupted," she whispered, her face very close to mine.

"Maybe it's better this way," I said softly.

"You know you wanted it as much as I did," Alicia chided, and of course, she was right. I was disappointed. Her touch reminded me just how I'd missed the feelings that she always stirred in me. It was not that I wanted a steady diet of girl/girl sex. But with Alicia, it was just so . . . special and familiar.

Without waiting for me to respond, Alicia moved her hand to my left breast and picked up where we had been interrupted. "Alicia," I whispered urgently, "I don't think . . ." But before I could get another word out, she began to roll my nipple between her thumb and finger, causing the electricity to shoot once again to my clit.

"Just lie back and enjoy," she whispered, and even if I had wanted to resist, which I didn't, I lacked the strength. So I turned from my side to my back and Alicia moved her hand slowly down to my belly, then up inside my top, causing goose bumps to spring up over every inch of my body. Her touch felt hot and cold all at the same time. She took her time moving her hand upward, caressing my skin lightly with just the tips of her fingers as she went. Finally, she reached the bottom of my breast and began to lightly stroke the tender underside that most men seem to ignore. If they only knew how it turns women on to be touched there, they would definitely devote more time to this pleasure point. But it seems to be a secret that only women know.

She caressed the soft flesh beneath one breast, then turned her attention to the other for a deliciously long time. By this time I felt like taking her hand and moving it directly to my nipple, but I controlled the impulse and just allowed Alicia to have her way. She used her fingertips to make circles around my breast. The circles got smaller and smaller until I felt her touch on my areola. Finally, she reached my nipple and began to pinch and tug on it, gently at first, then more firmly when my moans signaled how much I was enjoying her touch. I realized that I was getting a little loud when Alicia moved her lips close to mine and whispered, "Shhhhh," before kissing me softly on the lips.

As she nibbled on my lower lip, I was reminded how soft her lips were . . . so different from a man's. The feeling was not necessarily better, depending on what I happened to want at the time. But tonight, the kisses were just right. They were just what I needed. As we kissed, she slowly lifted the bottom of my tank top to expose first my stomach, then my breasts. I was glad she left it bunched above my breasts, just in case one of our roommates woke up unexpectedly. But she certainly had full access to my breasts. She moved from one to the other with little kisses and licks, caressing me with her soft lips, then her warm, wet tongue. She took her time and allowed my arousal to build and build before finally taking one nipple between her soft lips. She suckled at my breast, gently at first, then more firmly, moving to the other one just before the sensations became too intense.

As she pleasured me with her mouth, I ran my fingers through her soft brown hair that streamed over my chest and abdomen. Even as she focused her attention on my breasts, Alicia began to slide her hand down, across my belly until it reached the top of my panties. She caressed the skin with her fingertips just above the waistband for an excruciatingly long time. I was holding my breath, anticipating her touch on that one remaining pleasure point, where I most wanted her at that moment. Finally, her hand snaked its way inside and moved slowly over my smooth, freshly-waxed mound until her fingers made contact with the wet, swollen lips of my pussy.

It was at that moment I realized I had been holding my breath, and the air rushed from my lungs with a gasp. No longer confident that I could control the sounds of pleasure that were coming from me seemingly on their own, I reached over to grab a pillow and put it over my face. Somehow, covering myself like that only intensified the sensations Alicia was stirring in me.

Sensing the extent of my arousal, she stopped teasing and slid her hand quickly down and cupped my mound, pressing the heel of her hand against my swollen clit. She ran her fingertips along the length of my opening, dipping a little farther inside with each pass and capturing some of my abundant nectar on her fingers. For a time, she carefully avoided any contact with my swollen clit, causing me to arch my back and lift my hips from the bed, in an attempt to get her to touch me where I needed it so badly.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of stroking, caressing and teasing, she turned her attentions to my sensitive little pearl, which by this time was not so little. It was swollen and throbbing and had grown enough that she was able to easily take it between her fingers and knead it very gently, sending one jolt of electric pleasure after another shooting through my body. I bit the pillow to keep from crying out. She released my button, but immediately attacked it again, this time using two fingers to make circles on it. Around and around those magic fingers went, her touch smoothed by my juices, which had coated her hand by this point. As she moved her fingers faster and faster, I could tell from that familiar tingle that my orgasm was very close. I assume Alicia could tell the same thing because without warning, she shoved two fingers deep inside my dripping tunnel and used her thumb to flick my clit back and forth as she fucked me with her fingers.

I could feel the ripples beginning inside as I approached the peak, then suddenly, an explosion of liquid heat began in my throbbing cunt and rushed outward like a tidal wave until every part of my body was on fire with pleasure. I bit down hard on the pillow as wave after wave crashed over me, taking total control of my body. My hips bucked wildly off the bed and I clamped my thighs tightly together, trapping Alicia's fingers inside me so I could hold onto every last exquisite sensation.

Finally, my body relaxed and I lay limp there on the bed, my heart pounding from the effort and my breath still coming in ragged bursts. I could feel the little aftershocks still rippling through me and I know Alicia could feel them too, as her fingers remained inside. My eyes were still closed as I felt her lips once again on mine. I lay motionless as she removed the pillow and kissed me tenderly over and over, as she whispered little endearments. 

The last thing I remember before drifting off into blissful sleep was the comforting feeling of Alicia's fingers still inside me, as she touched me both physically and emotionally in as intimate a way as I'd ever experienced.

********

I think it was the bright sunlight beaming through the gap in the drapes that I first became aware of the following morning. That was followed closely by the realization that my head was throbbing. As I lay in bed trying to gather my senses, the feel of Alicia's warm body next to me brought the events of the previous night rushing back. I turned my back to the window and pulled the covers over my head to try and shield my eyes from the unwelcome light. As I did, my movements caused Alicia to stir and in a moment, I felt her rubbing my back lightly. "Good morning, sunshine," she whispered, trying not to wake Janice and Brooke, who still appeared to be asleep.

"Morning," I smiled, turning around to face Alicia.

"How do you feel?" she asked. "Does your head hurt as bad as mine?"

"It hurts like hell," I responded, "but the rest of me feels just wonderful. Last night was really special, Alicia. It really was. But, uh . . . "

"What is it, Christina?"

"Well, I should have done something for you, too. You made me feel so good."

"It's okay," she said reassuringly, "I loved seeing you enjoy yourself like that."

"But I want to make you feel the way you did me," I responded.

"It's okay," she said softly, "we have plenty of time. We'll be here another night." And with that, she smiled and winked, making me tingle with anticipation at what might lie ahead.

It wasn't long before Brooke and Janice began to stir, and soon all of us had dragged our hung-over bodies out of bed and proceeded one by one to shower and get ready for the day of shopping that we had planned.

And what a day it was! We must have tried every store in The Galleria, which was no small task, considering the size of the huge mall. There was hardly room for the four of us and all our packages in the taxi that took us back to the hotel late afternoon.

We decided to eat a nice dinner Saturday evening, but the thought of another night of heavy drinking and partying didn't really appeal to any of us . . . with the possible exception of Janice, who reluctantly agreed to our idea of staying in the room and watching a couple of chick flicks.

We ordered a movie on pay-per-view and called room service for some late-night snacks and we spent the evening talking, laughing and reminiscing. Janice and Brooke sat propped up in one bed with Alicia and me in the other. It was nice and familiar and made me feel as if we were all back in college again.

The only problem was that I was beginning to wonder whether I would have another opportunity for some time alone with Alicia. I really did want to repay the amazing feelings she had stirred in me the night before, and I was eager to find out how far we might take this rekindled aspect of our friendship. The possibilities caused that familiar stirring in my belly.




Discovering Christina



But we talked easily and I found myself opening up to her about my business, my life here in Durham and a lot of other things I didn't usually talk about. I guess that was partly because I didn't have anyone to talk with them about. She told me about graduating from Midwestern State, so it turned out that we had quite a bit in common there, even though our graduation dates were over 25 years apart. All in all, it was one of the most pleasant trips to the bank I can ever remember.

As it turned out, it took several weeks to get everything buttoned down on the loan. The regulations and paperwork required by the various state and federal regulators was just getting ridiculous. It seemed that I was making a trip down to the bank for one thing or the other almost every day. Truthfully, I could have had Jackie make quite a few of those trips. But I enjoyed seeing Christina. She always acted like she enjoyed seeing me, too. I wondered if she made everyone feel that way.

Often, I'd have to wait in the reception room for a bit, and the conversation between us always flowed easily and became a little less formal each time, until we felt comfortable enough to tease each other about this and that. I hadn't laughed as much in a long time. Occasionally, she'd touch my arm as we talked. Sometimes our eye contact lasted just a little too long. I didn't know quite what it was, but there was this . . . chemistry . . . between us. I told myself I was a dirty old man for even thinking about her like that.

I learned that Christina had been raised mostly by her father, even though her mother was still in the picture. Her parents divorced when she was rather young. And it was clear by the admiring way she always talked about her father that she was a real "daddy's girl." 

I also learned that Christina had had the same steady boyfriend from the time she was a freshman in high school until right before she graduated from college. Brian—she told me his name—had been a senior when they started dating and they'd stayed together until just recently when Christina decided that he was trying too hard to control her life. I'm sure that aspect of the relationship developed naturally, since Brian was older and likely more experienced when they first got together. Christina said she was ready to experience more of life, though she did say that the two of them were still working on the possibility of reuniting at some point.

At long last, I finally got the call. "Mr. Daniels, this is Christina." Of course it was Christina. I'd know that voice anywhere. "Mr. Masters asked me to let you know that the loan papers are finally done. He wanted to know if you'd like to take one last look before you get together and sign them."

"Yes, I'd appreciate that," I told her. "Shall I stop by and pick them up?"

"Actually," she began, pausing just a little, "I'm getting ready to leave for lunch and I'd be glad to drop them off on my way, if you like."

"Hey, that'd be great, if you don't mind. Jackie's gone today, so just come on in my office when you get here."

It wasn't another ten minutes before I heard the front door open and Christina's high heels were clicking across the hardwood floor to my office. As usual, she looked lovely. On this particular day, she had curled her hair, rather than straightening it, and as always, her makeup was flawless. She wore another black skirt, this one shorter and fuller than the one I'd first seen her in, and it was accented by a red long-sleeved blouse that buttoned up the front. Of course, it wasn't buttoned all the way up, as Christina always enjoyed showing off a little cleavage.

She smiled at me and her pretty faced looked a little flushed. I wondered if she might have realized how thoroughly I had been checking out her appearance. "Here are the documents, Mr. Daniels," she said, handing me a thick manila folder stuffed with legal sized pages.

"Thanks, Christina; I really appreciate your bringing these by. And, please, I'd like it if you'd call me Ross."

"Well, "she hesitated, "I don't know if I'm comfortable calling you by your first name. But I guess I can give it a try . . . Ross." She flashed that smile once again and I felt something inside . . . an excitement, anticipation . . . that I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

"Okay, then," I told her, shuffling through the papers to try and distract myself—and perhaps Christina, too—from a situation that had become a little awkward. "I'll tell you what. I only need to check over a few things here, so why don't you stop back by on your way back to the bank. I'm sure I'll be through going over them by then."

"No problem, Mr. Daniels . . . I mean Ross. I'll see you in an hour or so."

I spent the next hour trying to concentrate on the key points in the paperwork that Christina had brought by for me. Everything looked to be in order, except for one item, which happened to be a very big item. The legal description of the real estate involved had been typed incorrectly—a mistake that could cloud the title and cause all sorts of problems down the line. I mumbled to myself and circled the mistake, more than a little irritated at such a major blunder.

I was still mumbling when Christina stuck her head back inside my office door. "Is everything ready to go back?" she asked, a little too cheerily for the mood I was in at the moment.

"No, as a matter of fact it's not," I responded, my tone short with irritation.

"Oh? Is there a problem?"

"There certainly is, and it's something that whoever prepared this paperwork should have caught," I said crossly. "The legal description on the property is wrong."

About that time I looked up from the documents and saw that Christina's face was crimson. It was obvious that she had been the one who had typed the documents. But instead of apologizing, which I would have gladly accepted, she showed her immaturity by copping a real attitude.

"Well, I'm sorry about that," she said, much too flippantly. "It's no big deal. I can fix it easily and have it back to you this afternoon."

"Actually, it IS that big a deal," I shot back at her, "and I don't like to hear you minimize it like that. If I hadn't gone over these papers carefully, things could have gotten really screwed up."

"Come on, Ross," she came back, "lighten up a little. I'll take care of it." At this point I was regretting that I'd asked her to call me Ross.

"Now listen, Christina," I lectured, "I know everyone makes mistakes. It's not that I expect anyone to be perfect. What I want is for you to recognize how potentially serious this could have been so you'll be more careful next time."

"I already said I'm sorry," she said offhandedly. What are you going to do, spank me?" She stood there in front of my desk and glared at me, I suppose thinking she had gotten in the last word.

"As a matter of fact, you're acting like a little girl who does need a spanking," I said sternly.

"Whatever," came the ultimate dismissal from Christina's generation.

By this time I had lost my patience with her attitude, and the 'whatever' had been the last straw. I came around from behind my desk and took Christina by the arm. She was too surprised to offer much resistance, and her eyes were wide as I pulled her back around behind my desk and sat down.

"Lay across my lap," I ordered.

"You've got to be kidding," she spit out. But I could tell she knew I wasn't kidding because her eyes had started to tear up and her face was even redder.

"I'm not kidding." And with that I pulled her across my lap, holding both hands behind her back and controlling her flailing legs with my own. "All right, stop struggling," I ordered, "Or it's just going to be worse for you." I had never spanked anyone before in my life, and it surprised me how natural this all felt. It not only felt natural, but I felt this rush of excitement deep in my belly.

But Christina continued to struggle, so I quickly gave her two hard swats on her bottom. Her dress padded the blows a little, but I could tell from her sharp intake of breath that it hurt nonetheless. Suddenly, she relaxed and lay still.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Daniels, I didn't mean to be such a brat," she said meekly, apparently thinking this would be a good time to dispense with the informality of my first name and try a different approach. "I guess I deserved that."

"You certainly did," I responded, "and I'm glad you realize it."

"I guess I probably deserved a lot more than that."

Those words stopped me in my tracks. I decided that I'd stumbled into something that I didn't quite understand. "What do you mean, Christina?"

"I shouldn't have ever gotten an attitude with you," she responded, "that always drove my daddy crazy. And he always handled it just like this."

"He did, did he?"

"Yes, he did. Except he always spanked my bare bottom."

With that, I felt that surge of excitement again. And to my discomfort, it was accompanied by the beginnings of an erection, which I was sure Christina could feel pressed against her stomach. I was feeling more uncomfortable by the second and was beginning to wonder who was really in charge here.

"Do you want to spank my bare bottom, Mr. Daniels?"

"Well . . . er . . . I do think you deserve it," I responded, my voice now hoarse with excitement and arousal.

By this time, I had relaxed my grip and she stood up. But instead of bolting for the door as I halfway expected, she looked hard at me for a moment, wiped some tears and streaks of eye makeup from her cheeks, flipped up the back of her skirt, and returned to her position over my lap. "If you're going to spank me," she said, her voice also betraying some strong emotions, "I want you to do it right."

For a moment, I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything except sit there with Christina over my knee, and admire her wonderful bottom. I could see nearly all of it because she was wearing a lacy black thong that snuggled in between her firm, round cheeks. The skin was smooth, and soft, too, as I found when I lightly traced my palm over it. On the one hand, I didn't know if I could even bring myself to raise my hand to anything that lovely. But on the other, I felt this overwhelming urge to do it . . . and do it now!

It was as if I was on automatic pilot. I lifted my hand from her bottom and brought it back down on her right cheek, one . . . two . . . three times! The sound of my palm against her skin startled me and I watched, fascinated, as my handprint appeared in pink on her smooth skin. Without hesitating, smack, smack, smack! Three more swats, louder and harder than the first.

Christina hardly made a sound but she began to wiggle on my lap, making me acutely aware of my now-rigid cock. There was absolutely no doubt that she could feel it now. Embarrassed and not quite sure what to do next, I quickly helped her off my lap and sat there watching as she smoothed her skirt back in place and brushed her blonde hair out of her face. But what really got my attention were her two erect nipples that appeared to be trying to poke their way through her red blouse. Christina was obviously as aroused as I.

"I'm very sorry for the mistake, Mr. Daniels,' she said meekly. "I'll have it corrected and back for your review first thing tomorrow morning." And with that, she turned and walked out of my office, leaving me sitting in my chair, mouth open and wondering what the hell had just happened.

****** "Tell me something, Jackie," I began hesitantly. "Has anyone ever . . . er . . . spanked you, you know, during sex?" It was the next morning and I hadn't been able to think about anything else since I had spanked Christina yesterday afternoon.

Jackie just stared at me for a long time with those big brown eyes, then she narrowed them and almost spat out, "Marvin tried to do that to me one time, and I told him if he ever tried it again, he'd end up like John Wayne Bobbitt with his dick out in the bushes somewhere." As usual, Jackie expressed herself very directly. 

"So that didn't appeal to you?"

"I told him my Daddy's the only man to ever spank me and I planned to keep it that way. And if he ever mentioned it again, I'd cut it off for sure. He hasn't mentioned it again," she stated with finality.

"So you don't find anything erotic about being spanked?" I ventured.

"Let me put it this way, Mr. D." she said, eyes still narrowed. "How about I bend you over your desk and spank your bare ass with a three-inch leather belt. Then you can tell me how erotic it is."

"Point taken. Thanks for the insight." 

I turned and walked back into my office. "So," I thought to myself, "this thing with Christina may be a little out of the ordinary."

******

Just before noon, she called again. "Hi, Mr. Daniels, I wanted to let you know I've corrected the documents and see if it was okay for me to bring them by on my way to lunch."

"Sure, Christina, and I think it might be a good idea for us to talk about what happened yesterday, too."

"Okay, I'll have the papers there in a few minutes." She either hadn't heard what I said or she was ignoring me, perhaps just wanting to forget the whole incident. I assumed I'd find out shortly.

"See you later, Mr. D," Jackie called over her shoulder as she headed out the door. "I'm getting my hair done at noon, so it may be 1:30 or so before I get back."

"All right," I answered, "as long as you come back real pretty."

Just a couple of minutes after Jackie closed the door, I heard it open again, followed by the sound of Christina's heels click, click, clicking across the reception area toward my office. She peeked inside to see if I was there, and when she saw me, she smiled in a way I hadn't seen before. It was almost a shy smile, rather than her usual light-up-a-room variety. She took a couple of steps inside my office door.

"I'm sure these are right this time . . . Ross," she began hesitantly. "Is it still okay if I call you Ross?"

"Of course it is," I said, trying to sound reassuring.

"I wasn't sure after, you know, yesterday," her voice trailed off.

"Well, I guess we should talk about that," I began, "I don't know what happened. I should never have been that cross with you. And I sure shouldn't have . . .," I was having a hard time even saying the words.

"Oh no," she interrupted, "you had every right to be upset about such a big mistake. And the way I acted, I deserved to be spanked, too. Besides," she paused for a long time and looked at me, "I enjoyed it."

I just sat and stared at her, not really believing what she had just said. From her apparent arousal yesterday, it was clear that she did enjoy it on some level. But I was very surprised that she would admit as much to me.

"Well, as long as we're being honest," I enjoyed it, too. Even though that is the first time I've ever done anything like that."

"Yeah, I could tell you enjoyed it," she said softly, blushing a little.

Now it was my turn to blush. "I guess we might as well get everything out on the table. Christina, I can't remember when I've enjoyed getting to know anyone as much as I have you over these past several weeks." I stood up from my desk and walked across the room to her. "And I've had the sense that you've enjoyed it, too."

As I reached her, she looked up at me, her blue eyes wide, and just nodded.

"I know this is crazy, and I'm old enough to be your father . . . ," but I didn't get the rest of the sentence out. Christina reached up and put both arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. I was so surprised that I didn't even manage to kiss her back, at least not at first. But in just a moment, I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. And I kissed her. I kissed her in a way I hadn't kissed anyone in a very long time . . . slowly, tenderly, and with a passion I thought had gone out of my life years ago.

We stood in the middle of my office and kissed, more and more passionately, until I broke the kiss and took Christina by the hand. I led her over to the couch in the corner of my office and motioned for her to sit down. She followed wordlessly, and sat there looking up at me with those big blue eyes that captured my attention—and my imagination—the very first time I saw her at the bank. I sat down beside her, slipped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me. A soft sigh escaped as her body melted into mine.

I brushed her hair from her face, then moved my hand behind her head, pulled her gently toward me and kissed her again. Her lips were soft and full and tasted of lipstick. I took my time and nibbled first on her lower lip, then the upper . . . back and forth slowly. Her eyes were closed by this time and I could feel her breath quicken, her body relax.

I stopped kissing her for a moment, causing her to open her eyes and look at me quizzically. "Do you realize how incredibly perfect you are, Christina?" I whispered, keeping my lips no more than an inch from hers. I'm certain she could feel my words, as well as hear them.

But before she could answer, I pulled her closer still and kissed her again, this time pressing my tongue between her lips. Her tongue quickly met mine and they moved sensuously together in that exquisite lovers' dance. As our kisses became more urgent, I pulled her to me until I could feel her luscious breasts pressed hard against my chest.

I moved my hand from the back of her neck and entwined it in her hair, twirling it gently between my fingers at first, then surprised her by gripping it hard and pulling her head back to expose her neck. I moved the tip of my tongue along the pale, tender flesh in that most sensitive spot, alternating between soft kisses, nibbles and licks.

"Oh god, that feels so good," she whispered. By now she was almost panting, and I knew I'd found a special place on her body that I would return to often. I was pretty sure she also enjoyed the feeling that I was taking control.

My left hand drifted downward and brushed lightly over her breast. I felt her nipple spring to attention, even through her blouse and bra. Her breasts were full and ripe, and I gently caressed one, then the other through the delicate fabric. I felt her tremble as I unfastened her buttons, slid my hand inside the blouse and felt the lace of her bra. Her reaction reflected a little uncertainty, I thought, and reminded me of the difference in our ages. But her soft little moans of pleasure let me know that she definitely wanted me to continue.

Her red lacy bra was so delicate and thin that I understood why I could feel her nipple so well. "Mmmmmm," was all she could manage as I slid my hand inside the cup and gently lifted out her right breast. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and finger and felt it harden further. I kissed her deeply, over and over, and continued to massage and tease her breast. 

Finally, I lowered my mouth and flicked her rock hard nipple with my tongue several times, before drawing her wonderful globe as far into my mouth as I could. I suckled at her breast while swirling my tongue around her nipple, over and over again.

By this time, I was resting my left hand on her knee, well below the hem of her short grey skirt, which had worked itself up even farther as we moved together on the couch. Slowly, I allowed my hand to glide upward, lightly teasing the insides of her thighs. I marveled at how smooth her skin was and wondered whether I would find even more smoothness farther up. I had fantasized about what her pussy would be like ever since she lay across my lap to receive her spanking.

I heard her quick intake of breath as my hand reached that delicious vee between her thighs and touched the lace of her panties. Her skirt had ridden up so high that I could see they matched her bra perfectly. Her panties were remarkably wet, and the feel of them erased any lingering doubts I had about whether I should go farther.




Discovering Christina



I ran two fingers along the length of her slit, caressing her softly through the fabric and pressing it inside her just a little until I could feel the perfect outline of her opening. She pressed her tongue inside my mouth hungrily and began to move her hips slowly against my fingers. I couldn't wait any longer and pulled her panties aside. I didn't want anything between me and that wonderful pussy I'd been dreaming about.

I cupped my hand over her mound. It was smooth and bare, just as I'd suspected. Again, it reminded me that we were from different generations. None of the women my age that I'd been with had ever shaved completely. This new sensation simply inflamed me.

I ran two fingers lightly up and down the length of her, parting her swollen lips slightly and capturing her abundant nectar on them. I caressed her from bottom to top, over and over, pressing my fingers farther inside each time. Finally, I used her nectar to slicken her clit and the sensitive area surrounding it so my fingers could glide easily over and around her swollen little pearl.

By this time, I could tell she had turned herself over to me completely, and I was going to make sure that Christina had an experience she would remember for a long time. I didn't even care that she was so much into the sensations that she seemed totally oblivious to the huge erection that was about to burst through my trousers. In fact, I wanted it that way. I wanted this time to be all about Christina.

I slipped my middle finger inside her opening and marveled at how tight she was. There was definitely not room for another, and it made me wonder whether she would be able to take me fully inside, even though my cock is barely above average size. But I decided not to worry about that right then. I wanted to concentrate on the task at hand . . . literally.

I pressed my finger farther inside and began to stir her tender folds gently. Her heat radiated out to my palm. At the same time I pressed the heel of my hand against her mound and moved it in slow circles against her clit. She parted her thighs even wider and began to move her hips more insistently as she sensuously fucked my hand.

"Please, don't stop," she moaned as I removed my finger, but only long enough to slip her panties over her hips and off and lift her right leg onto the couch. Her left remained on the floor, leaving Christina's beautiful pussy open and ready.

I knelt in front of her and for a few moments I simply allowed my cheek to brush lightly over her mound, savoring the feel of her and taking in her sweet scent. Finally, I began to kiss her mound lightly over and over, then moved down to the insides of her thighs where I teased her by stopping just short of her prize each time I kissed my way up.

But soon she was lifting her hips off the couch insistently and clutching my hair as she tried to direct me to the place where she so badly wanted to be touched. So, finally, I decided not to tease any longer. In truth, by this time I was past the point of wanting to tease. I wanted to taste her. I needed to taste her.

Her lips were soft and wet and swollen with arousal, and she tasted so sweet as I pressed them apart with the tip of my tongue. Her nectar was flowing freely now, and I lingered at her opening to collect her juices on my tongue. When my mouth was full of her taste, I moved upward and kissed her fully on the mouth, pressing my tongue inside so she could taste herself.

"Mmmmmmmm," was all she could manage as she sucked eagerly on my tongue. She was past the point of words and all I could hear were little whimpers and the quickening of her breathing.

I moved downward again and found her clit with my tongue and began to lick up one side, over the top, and down the other side, making that slow, circular trip over and over again. As her clit began to throb and swell from the attentions of my tongue, I slipped one finger back inside. But this time I curled it and found her magic spot. I began to press and caress her there in rhythm with the movements of my tongue, and by the way she was pressing herself to my mouth, I knew that she was very close.

"Yesssssss . . . yessssss . . . yessssss," the words came in short bursts, separated by her panting. Hearing that, I took her swollen clit between my lips and began to suck on it like a little nipple. At the same time, I pressed my finger against her g-spot and massaged vigorously.

I felt her whole body tense and for a moment thought she might levitate completely off the couch. "Oh, Ross! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yessssssssss!" I was surprised by how loud her voice was as she nearly screamed the words through clenched teeth. "Oh, god, oh god, oh god!"

Her juices had literally coated my hand, and I could feel the spasms in her tight tunnel as she seemed to roll from one orgasm to another . . . each one causing her body to tense and her pussy to clench hard on my finger. Finally, she relaxed and lay there limply, with her beautiful breasts rising and falling quickly, over and over , as she tried to catch her breath. I gently removed my finger, raised it to her mouth, and outlined her lips with her nectar. Then I kissed her fully once again so we could both savor the taste once more.

I eased my way up so I could sit on the end of the couch, lifting her head gently as I did, then lowering it again so it rested on my lap. We just stayed there like that for probably 30 minutes. Every now and then I'd lean down and kiss her again, thinking to myself, "How in the hell could you be lucky enough to find such a beautiful creature?"

All of a sudden, she sat up. "Shit! What time is it?"

I glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall opposite the couch. "About a quarter til two."

"God, I've got to get back to work! Mr. Masters will fire me."

And with that, Christina jumped up, straightened her clothes and hair, and bolted for the door. But just as she put her hand on the knob, she stopped and hurried back to where I was sitting. She gave me a big kiss and flashed one of those smiles that required both her mouth and her beautiful blue eyes.

"Next time it's your turn."

And with that, she was gone.

****** After that day in my office, I knew I had to ignore the difference in our ages and spend as much time as possible with Christina. The chemistry that had developed during those weeks of visiting with her at the bank had only gotten stronger—much stronger—as a result of our physical connection. Unfortunately, our timing was off. The Fourth of July was approaching—it fell during the week this particular year—and Christina was making a long weekend of it. She planned to be out of town for the next six days. While I was glad she would have the chance to spend some time with her family, I was disappointed and frustrated because I couldn't wait to be with her again.

But while she was away, we stayed in close touch, talking several times a day by phone, about everything and nothing, the way people do in a new relationship. And I guess we were at least in the beginnings of a relationship, even though it was hard for me to think about being in a relationship with someone less than half my age. I'm sure it was for her, too.

We certainly talked a lot about that day in my office . . . how wonderful it was for both of us and how much we wanted to get together again as soon as possible. But time just seemed to stand still during those days when she was gone. I thought Monday would never arrive. Thank god, it finally did.

We agreed to meet at my office as soon as Christina got off work, and I could hardly get anything done that afternoon for thinking about how things might go . . . how I wanted them to go. I was in an almost constant state of arousal the entire afternoon. Jackie asked me a couple of times if I was okay. I lied and said yes. But I was not okay. I was confused, turned on, and acting like an adolescent . . . all because of this beautiful young girl who had come into my life.

By 4 p.m. I sent Jackie home for the day and spent the next hour staring at the clock and getting absolutely no work done. Finally, about a quarter past five, I heard the door open. I nearly jumped out of my skin I was so on edge. I quickly got up from my desk and hurried to the outer office. And there she was.

Christina had this look in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. It stopped me in my tracks and I stood there and stared into those magical blue eyes that had been the first thing I'd noticed when I first saw her at the bank. I wondered what she was seeing in mine.

I felt an urgency at that moment . . . this intense desire, actually a need, to touch her . . . to take her in my arms and pull her tight against me. But we were standing in my outer office, with people walking by on the sidewalk just outside my big window. I could feel the tension building . . . the anticipation.

I moved a step closer and I heard a quick intake of breath. Was it a sign of apprehension? "God, it's good to see you again," I told her. "I haven't been able to think about anything else since the last time you were here."

She hesitated and looked down before she spoke. Her voice was just a bit above a whisper. "I've thought a lot about it, too. I, uh . . ."

"Maybe we're moving too fast. This really is crazy, you know. I'm old enough to be . . ."

"It's not that," she interrupted. It's just that I felt some things, you know. Some things that I haven't ever felt before. It's been that way ever since that first time . . . you know . . . when you spanked me." She blushed at the words, but looked up at me with those wonderful eyes.

I covered the remaining distance between us with one more step, and without another word I gently lifted her chin and kissed her . . . tenderly at first . . . then more passionately, until our tongues were playing and I could feel her breath in my mouth. 

I could tell by the way her breathing had quickened that she was ready for more, so I took her by the hand, led her into the back hallway, then up the stairs to my loft. We made it just inside the door before I pulled her to me even tighter, kissed her deeply, and pressed my hardness against the curve of her mound. I bent my knees so we were lined up perfectly, then slowly moved against her as we kissed. It seemed like time was standing still, and the only sound I was aware of was Christina's soft moans.

I took her soft, blonde hair in one hand and used it to pull her head back, almost roughly. She gasped audibly and I felt her body melt into mine as I covered her neck with little kisses and licks. I remembered from our last encounter how much she loved to be kissed there, so I took my time.

"This doesn't feel crazy right now," I whispered between kisses.

"Mmmmm," she moaned through parted lips. It was all she could manage at that point, and I didn't really expect an answer anyway.

I kissed my way down from her neck to the soft skin of her chest, which was exposed by the V-neckline of her dress. At the same time, I moved my hands down along her back, over the full curves of her hips and slowly began to inch the hem of her dress upward. My fingertips glided over the stockings that covered her legs, and my heart took a little jump when I got to the top of what turned out to be thigh-highs and realized she wasn't wearing panties.

I caressed her bottom as I continued to kiss her, but just like my kisses, my touch became rougher, more intense, until I had grasped both her cheeks with my hands and slowly kneaded them as my cock pressed hard against her.

I'm not sure how we managed it without breaking our kiss, but somehow we made our way into my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Christina stretched the full length of her body on top of mine, and we continued kissing as I let my hands drift over her ass, the backs of her legs. Occasionally, I'd move one hand to the front and cup her breast and pinch the nipple through her dress. 

Soon, I allowed my fingers to slightly part the cleft of her bottom, then move farther down to trace the length of her slit as her nectar coated my fingertips. I slipped them inside a little, then moved them upward to tease her clit.

Finally, I sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Christina up after me. We began to tug urgently at each other's clothing, not giving a thought at any damage we might do. The most important thing at that moment was to remove the last barrier between us, and soon her dress lay in a heap on the floor, followed by my trousers, shirt and under shorts.

I removed her black lace bra and matching thong and pushed her gently back on the bed, gloriously naked except for her sheer thigh-high stockings. This was the first time I had seen Christina completely nude, and I took my time, letting my gaze glide over her body. Her blue eyes were closed and her full, red lips parted slightly. Her full, round breasts rose and fell rapidly as her breathing signaled her excitement and arousal.

My eyes lingered on her breasts . . . the dark pink of her areolas, which were the size of half-dollars. Her nipples were hard and erect, though not overly large. I couldn't resist leaning over and running my tongue over each one, and I felt them swell a little more.

Her skin was nearly flawless, slightly tanned and very smooth, right down to her shaved pussy. Her mound curved gently down toward her lips, which were nearly hidden. I lay down beside her on the bed and luxuriated in the feel of our bodies pressed together . . . skin-to-skin, and I began to trace my fingers along the length of her slit until they were wet with her juices and her hips were moving in rhythm with my caresses.

I teased her by trapping her clit between my fingers and moving them up and down, stimulating her gently, slowly, doing my best to get her ready for me. My cock was so hard by this time that I was tempted simply to roll on top and enter her immediately. But I decided to wait. I wanted to taste her again, so I moved down her body, kissing as I went, pausing to suck her nipples, pull them gently with my teeth. I wanted her to feel that tingling sensation all the way down to her clit.

I got to my knees, took her foot in my hands and rested her leg on my shoulder. I caressed her slowly and sensuously through the stocking before finally sliding it down and off. I put her bare leg back on my shoulder and kissed my way back up, stopping just before I reached her pussy. Then I did the same to the other leg, but this time I lingered for a long while on the inside of her left thigh, covering it with soft kisses.

I finally moved upward and kissed my way across her belly, then her mound. I marveled again at how incredibly sexy her scent was. I parted her lips gently with the tip of my tongue and felt her shudder with pleasure. I took that as a signal to go farther and pressed my tongue inside, moving it in and out . . . fucking her with it. Then I licked her full length and teased her clit when I reached the top. By this time she was writhing on the bed, as if she wanted to press herself to me and move away, all at the same time. So I slid my arms beneath her thighs, took hold of her hips, pulled her close and held her tightly as I licked faster, more deeply.

"Oh, yesssssss," she hissed as her hips began to move in rhythm with my licks, urging me on, asking for more. Finally, she grabbed my head and pulled me tight to her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she moaned, each time a little louder, as she came. 

As her orgasm subsided, I slid upward and positioned myself at her entrance. I tried to be careful and take it slowly, remembering how tight she felt to my finger. I traced her slit up and down several times with my cock, until her lips were parted and her juices had covered the swollen head. She was so wet and I was so hard that I slid inside almost effortlessly.

As soon as we were joined completely, I propped myself up on my elbows and positioned my face just above hers. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted. Her expression was almost serene, as if she had finally discovered something she had been searching for. I made my cock swell inside her and smiled as she opened her eyes at the unexpected sensation. As she did, I leaned down to kiss her and caressed her cheeks. Her hair was damp from the exertion of our lovemaking and curled in little ringlets around her face. I can't describe how it felt when she looked back at me with such desire.

I held my body almost still for several minutes, the only movement the occasional swelling of my cock inside Christina's velvety folds and the gentle rocking of my pubic bone against hers. Occasionally, I moved my mouth down to suck on her breasts, taking them as far as possible into my mouth, then swirling my tongue over her hard nipples.

I wanted to make things last as long as possible. It just felt so incredibly good . . . not only physically, but emotionally as well. At this moment, I felt I had somehow captured and tamed some beautiful wild creature that I had been lucky enough to discover.

Finally, I started to move in and out, slowly at first, allowing my cock to slip almost all the way out, before plunging it deep inside again. Gradually, I picked up the pace, and her breaths came faster and faster, mixed with little moans and whimpers. Soon we were truly fucking each other . . . as hard and fast as either of us could manage. I used my arms to pull her legs back farther, allowing my cock to drive even deeper.

Her moans and whimpers had turned to screams of pleasure. "Oh, Ross . . . oh, Ross . . . oh, Ross," she cried out over and over, and the sound of her voice calling my name in the midst of such pleasure made me explode. My balls tightened and my rigid cock began to throb as my hot cum splashed against her tender walls, which were now contracting and pulsing as if to milk every last drop from me. I know I've never before cum so long, so intensely and in such great quantity. 

Finally, we lay very still, my softening cock still buried inside, holding onto the moment that I never wanted to end. I never wanted the connection between us, both physical and emotional, to be broken. I was pretty sure Christina felt the same way, judging from her contented sighs. I moved my lips to hers and kissed her over and over . . . deeply, trying to let her know how special this was to me. 

But I didn't want to stop there. I needed more of her. I felt as if I literally could not get enough. So I slid back down her body and used my tongue to taste the mixture of our juices. I'd never done that with anyone before, but there with Christina, at that moment, it just seemed so perfect.

As I lapped hungrily at her pussy, she moved against my tongue as her arousal built once more. I paused for just a moment and moved upward to kiss her wetly and moisten her lips and tongue with the mixture of our sex. We kissed only briefly before Christina pushed my head back down, urging me to resume the oral pleasure she was enjoying so much. I sucked on her now-puffy lips and made a wet circle around her mound with my tongue before zeroing in on her swollen clit. We climbed slowly toward the peak once more, and I was happy to take all the time in the world. There was no place I'd rather have been at that moment than nestled between the thighs of this beautiful girl. The taste of the two of us together was intoxicating.

Then, almost without warning, she came again, seemingly harder and more intensely than before. It was an amazing combination of Christina pushing herself against me, while trying to pull away at the same time. It was as if she almost couldn't stand the pleasure, that it was too intense. Finally, she literally began scooting her body upward toward the head of the bed, pushing my head away, unable to bear being touched any more. 

But I wasn't quite ready to see it end, so I began to kiss her mound gently, over and over, running my tongue over the outside of her lips, blowing gently on her pussy until she was still. I slid my body upward and enfolded her in my arms. When I kissed her again, I realized she was crying.