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Regifting Ch. 01

By: someoneyouknow



Overall, things were going well for Brad. His third book had been published and he was well along his fourth book. At forty he was still fit, no potbelly or balding to give away his true age, and his life, while quiet, was comfortably progressing, though he had yet to meet a woman he could settle down with.

Unfortunately, things weren't going so well at the moment. He stared at his screen, frustrated at the sudden appearance of writer's block. He couldn't get past this section of his book which filled in some of the background of the characters. The words no longer flowed as easily as they once did, his mind grasping for content.

As if to torment him further, his doorbell rang, shattering the last remnant of inspiration which tried desperately to cling to his thoughts. Throwing his chair back, he stomped to the door and took a breath, gaining a moment of pause before opening the door to find out who was interrupting his fruitless attempt at writing.

"Hello Mr. Sanderson," the golden blonde before him spoke.

Brad said nothing. She seemed familiar, yet... His eyes darted over her face, something snapping his memory awake as he saw the sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks.

"Nikki!" he gasped, his mind instantly comparing how she now looked to when they had last seen each other. Her hair was much longer, just kissing her shoulders, the features of her face softer though her eyes remained as bright and crisp as ever.

Nikki said nothing, the delicious grin on her face turning into a smile as she saw the wave of recognition cross his face.

"It's been a while," Brad blurted out, his eyes locked with hers.

"Four years," was the short reply.

Four years. Had time passed that quickly? It must have, for here she was on his doorstep.

"Come in," Brad finally offered, stepping aside and letting her pass. The passage of time had done wonders to her body, her underlying beauty enhanced and now a shining example of womanhood. The jeans she wore hugged her form, Brad's eyes immediately falling to her swaying ass just as they had done years before.

Just as before, Nikki turned to face him, giving him a moment to see her in her full glory. Her t-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination as her breasts pressed against the white material, Brad's gaze automatically fixating on those covered mounds he had once held. Her confidence shown forth as she stood, her knowing look returning as she watched his eyes dance over her.

"What brings you back?" Brad asked as he stepped towards her, pausing for a second before extending his hand to guide her towards the living room.

"I'm here for you to take me out for drinks," she calmly told him as she seated herself in the chair.

It was then Brad remembered the last words she had spoken to him. He hadn't wanted to believe he would see her again, that she was toying with him, yet sitting before him, the request was real.

"Drinks?" he deadpanned.

"Drinks," was her reply. Nikki locked her gaze with his, her lips turned up in her signature grin.

"Drinks," Brad repeated, giving himself a few moments to think. Though he had thought about her, as well as Lindsey and Casey, for weeks after their tryst, time had obscured her offer until now.

"Don't you remember?" she asked, her grin now gone as she began to think he had forgotten what was said when they last met.

"I remember," Brad said, "but I didn't think you were serious."

Nikki wasn't sure how to respond. She stared at him across the short distance, debating if she had made a mistake.

"Look, Nikki, you are incredibly beautiful and any guy would give an arm and a leg to be seen with you, but do you really want to be seen with me?"

For several seconds no sound was heard until Nikki leaned over, picked up her purse and stood, telling him, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come back," before turning and walking away.

Brad watched her take the first few steps, caught between stopping her and letting her go, then got out of his seat and came up behind her before she reached the door. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he spun her around and looked into her eyes.

"Nikki, I'm the one who should be sorry. You came back after all these years to spend time with me and I'm the one who has a problem. If you want to go out for drinks, we can do that."

Though there was nothing sexual about seeing the hurt in her eyes, just touching her brought back a flood of memories from their time together which were only reinforced by her maturation over the intervening years. Separated by the length of his arms, the desire to be closer crept into his thoughts.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "Wouldn't want an old geezer to be uncomfortable being seen with someone like me."

Her biting words hit him hard and he understood how much it meant to have him take her out.

"If it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me. Okay?" Brad tried to give something approaching an easy-going smirk but her smile turned into a giggle.

"Only if you never look like that again," Nikki chuckled, her hand covering her mouth as she laughed.

Brad laughed and nodded, guiding Nikki back to the living room as they talked, eventually spending over an hour together. He listened to her stories of life at college, her job and anything else she cared to share, while he gave her the quick and dirty version of his writing career.

"So when do you want to meet for drinks?" he asked as their conversation began to wind down.

"Do you mind waiting for another month or so? I'm getting used to the routine of working and won't have any vacation time for a while."

"Fair enough," Brad agreed, leaving her alone as he went to his office. He rummaged in a desk drawer and finding a small notepad, wrote down his phone number. Returning to find Nikki giving him a quizzical look, he handed the piece of paper to her.

"My unlisted number," he said, seeing her face light up in understanding. "When you're ready, call me. Just give me more than a day's notice, okay?"

Folding the small sheet in half and stashing it in her purse, Nikki rose, telling him, "Thank you," as she hugged him.

Like the first time, she felt good in Brad's arms, her more mature body arousing his senses as she pressed into him. He wanted to run his hands over her, to feel her soft skin again, but he resisted the temptation. Instead, he enjoyed her warmth, the light scent of her perfume seeping into his mind, almost daring him to explore her exposed neck.

Breaking the moment, he looked into her eyes and saw the happiness in them as they lightly held one another.

"You look fantastic," he told her, meaning every word and then some.

"Thanks," Nikki answered, giving him that delectable, knowing smile. Her eyes danced across his face, seeing the hints of his age in the small lines which etched his skin. She slid her hands across his shoulders then to his chest, holding her pose as the events of the past swept to the fore.

"You okay?" Brad asked, holding her as she relaxed.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm okay," Nikki answered. Lifting her head, she smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Brad wasn't sure how to respond. At this close range her sexual being beckoned to him like the call of a Siren and his body was reacting to her, yet...

Doing the only thing he could think of, he forced a smile and let his arms fall from her body. Nikki smiled and turned towards the door, the two making small talk over the short distance and before she left, promised to call him well in advance of their drinks.

With a quick farewell she left him alone, Brad standing and staring at the closed door for a few moments, his mind awash in a jumbled chemical mess. A quick inhale and he returned to reality. His book. Back to his book. Unfortunately his writer's block was worse than ever and it was reinforced by the unexpected meeting with Nikki. There was no way he could concentrate on anything and he saved his work, closed the lid to his laptop and went to ride his bike.

Weeks passed, June arrived and along with it the warm weather which allowed Brad to prepare his pool. The exertion of getting the pool cleaned and ready for use did him good as it reminded him he needed to be more persistent in his exercises. Taking the first opportunity during a week of unusually hot weather, Brad found himself sucking wind after only one lap in the not-ready-for-swimming water. This miserable performance spurred him to redouble his efforts.

Over the next few weeks Brad finally made headway on his book as his writer's block evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. Throughout this time he maintained a daily regimen of healthy food and regular exercise, the number of laps he was able to complete before he was winded climbing to four. He felt better and swore he could see his body responding to his routine.

As June was coming to a close he went on a book signing tour and when he returned a message had been left on his voice mail. Nikki had called, her upbeat, sweet voice singing to him. She wanted to go out next weekend as it would be a long one with the Fourth of July holiday. She didn't give any more details but said she would call back.

Upon hearing her message Brad's stomach felt funny and it dawned on him he was nervous. Nervous! At his age? He tried to shake the feeling but every time he thought about her message it came back and he could only laugh at the absurdity. At least she had given him time to prepare. He checked his wardrobe for what to wear; if they were going to do this, he wanted to make a good impression.

Two days later Nikki called and they talked. She wanted to go out the Friday of the long weekend so they could spend some time together after their drinks. They discussed several places to go to, Nikki suggesting one place in particular, but in the end she left it up to him to surprise her.

After the call Brad was again presented with a nervous stomach. He wanted to take her some place nice but how would it look, someone of his age, taking someone like Nikki out for drinks? He could already hear the whispers of the people around them, the glances in their direction as they talked and laughed.

Shaking himself from his self-imposed delusion, he steeled himself and made up his mind not to care what others thought. He might be old enough to be Nikki's father, but she wanted to be with him and that was good enough for him. He would proudly show the world the young woman who had chosen him to spend her time with.

The intervening days went by quickly and during that time he did some extra exercises, pushing himself harder, his stamina increasing as he was now up to seven laps in the pool. He deliberately rode his bike up some of the worst hills in his area, his legs burning as they were stressed, his body tensing with every breath.

By Thursday night he was exhausted yet also felt calm. He could clearly see the results of his exercise routine as there was the bare hint of his abdominal muscles showing, his legs were stronger and he now had something resembling muscles in his arms. He would never enter any bodybuilding competition, but he was pleased with the progress he had made.

Friday morning Brad awoke to a blazing sun, the air hinting at the humidity which would arrive just in time for the holiday and for the first time since Nikki's phone call, he wasn't nervous. He was looking forward to their night out, to spending time with a vivacious woman who had sought him out after four years.

He ate lightly throughout the day, not wanting to spoil his appetite for the evening and kept himself on a strict schedule so he could accomplish a few things but not be late for Nikki's arrival. The added urgency heightened his mind and he was able to pound out four pages for his book, an accomplishment considering he had only allotted two hours for writing. The rest of his time was spent with busy work: cleaning the pool, his house, doing laundry and anything else that came to mind.

With just over an hour to go he washed away the day's grime and his own sweat, scrubbing hard to get out every last fleck of dirt from his skin. He realized what he was doing and laughed to himself, understanding what it meant. When finished, he applied a dab of musky cologne to his neck and pulled on his night's attire: a rich charcoal gray suit matched with a smoky, dark blue shirt but no tie. He wanted to show style without stuffiness.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, the realization of what he was feeling suddenly came to him. It hadn't been nervousness, it was giddiness! He had forgotten what it felt like to look forward to something he wanted to do and had confused the two emotions. Sure, he had been on dates, though they were more perfunctory, more a feeling out between he and his date, but Nikki was different. She wanted to be with him and now he couldn't wait to spend time with her. Just being with her had an effect on him he couldn't quite place, but he liked it.

Looking himself over a final time, he pronounced himself ready. Placing his jacket over the back of a chair so it wouldn't get wrinkled, he sat down and waited. Though he shouldn't have been, he was startled when a short time later his doorbell rang. Striding to his door, he opened it with resolution, his mouth falling open as he gazed upon Nikki.

Stunning came to mind as he took in her sight. The first thing he noticed was her hair had been cut short, almost back to what she had when they first met, its asymmetric lengths styled in an elegant, loose wave which framed her face. But that was only part of what had Brad gaping. The black halter dress she wore seemed tailored-made for her, a silver ring about her neck holding up the dress, her shoulders and arms exposed while it hugged her figure and ending about mid-thigh to reveal her dazzling legs.

Brad's eyes followed the outline of her form down to the black ankle strap sandal heels she wore, her candy apple red painted toenails adding a splash of color against he muted skin tone. His mouth still open as his gaze traveled upward, amazed at the sight before him, he was drawn to Nikki's smile which caught his attention.

"Wow," was all Brad could say, taking a second then a third look up and down her stunning figure.

"It gets better," she told him as she confidently walked into his house. She kept walking and he saw what she meant. Her dress was backless, the fabric curving at the small of her back and exposing her smooth, sensuous skin for the world to see.

Without thought Brad closed the door and watched as she took more steps away from him, mesmerized by the dress which conformed to her swaying ass, her fabulous legs accentuated in her heels creating a hypnotic effect as they propelled her further away.

Nikki kept walking and Brad followed, watching as she turned to face him before sitting down on the couch and crossing her legs. She leaned back and spread her arms on the back of the couch, giving him an unrestricted view, her knowing grin taunting him as she watched him examine her.

Flummoxed. It was the only word that could explain how he was feeling. There was an incredibly beautiful woman on his couch and he couldn't think of anything to say. All he could do was stare.

"If you're not careful," he heard her speak, his mind not fully registering her words, "your face will get stuck like that."

Waking from his dullard-like stupor, Brad forced his mouth to close and made his way to her, stopping just short of her foot.

"I don't know what to say," he said, looking down at the relaxed form smiling at him.

"That's okay," she grinned, "your look says it all."

Realizing how foolish he must appear as he leered at her, Brad put on his jacket then extended his hand which she took and lifted herself upright, their eyes on equal terms as she stood in her heels.

"Ready?" Brad asked, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

Her smile filling in for words, Nikki nodded. With one hand holding his arm and the other a small matching purse, they made their way to his car where he held the door for her. Taking time to seat herself, she gave Brad the opportunity for a long look at her legs, the view cut off when she signaled she was in place and the door was closed.

While driving to his chosen place, Brad's gaze kept leaving the road and finding her legs which captivated his attention. He wanted to reach over and run his hand over their smooth lengths, to feel her youthful skin as he admired this young beauty, but he held back, focusing on the traffic which grew heavier as they approached their exit.

Nikki was quiet during the ride, giving only a few brief comments when they started out, though she turned her head to give him a knowing look as she acknowledged his distracted state when she caught him looking at her legs.

The drive into the city on a Friday was made worse by the upcoming holiday and it took longer than expected to reach the parking garage. Fortunately they had left in plenty of time, Brad having planned for them to sit at the bar and talk before they were seated for their meal.

Nikki swiveled in her seat as she exited the car, giving Brad another opportunity for an extended look at her legs. The effort wasn't wasted as he apologized for his staring, Nikki smiling and telling him not to worry, "It's why I wore the dress".

They arrived about ten minutes before their reservation, Brad apologizing to the girl at the desk who glanced between the two of them but still gave a warm smile before looking in her book.

"Aren't you that author? Brad..."

"That's me," Brad cut her off, not wanting to draw more attention than was already happening as more and more heads were turning towards them. More specifically, Nikki.

"I love your books!" the girl gushed. "When's the next one coming out so I can get it?"

"Probably not until next year."

The girl didn't seem happy with the response but she rechecked her book and with a glowing smile and a high-pitched voice, showed the two to their table.

Out of habit, Brad placed his hand on Nikki's exposed back and gently guided her, feeling her soft, warm skin move as she gracefully walked with him. He wanted to slide his hand lower, to feel the gentle curve at the top of her ass which the dress cruelly kept hidden, but he refrained, enjoying the the sublime contact between the two of them.

Though he was with Nikki, Brad couldn't help but give their escort a cursory once over, noting the professionally short skirt she wore and comparing her stocking-clad legs to Nikki's. Upon facing them, Brad noted her well-endowed nature which peeked out from behind her partially unbuttoned white blouse, something he had missed during their brief discussion.

"Here ya go," the girl announced, giving him a beaming smile before turning in her heels and almost bouncing away to greet the next customer.

"Thanks," Brad replied and waited until Nikki had seated herself before he sat down.

"She seemed happy," Nikki commented, glancing over the menu.

"It's her job," Brad told her.

"Kinda cute too."

Caught off guard by those words, Brad lowered his menu and looked at Nikki.

"What?" he asked, making sure he heard what he thought he had.

Laying her menu down and locking eyes with him, Nikki told him, "She was kind of cute. Don't you think?"

"I hadn't noticed," Brad feigned. "I was too distracted by you."

Nikki laughed, his witty comeback hitting the right tone with her, and she resumed perusing the selections.

Their server arrived at the table a minute later and took their drink orders, the two starting with mixed drinks. A few minutes later their drinks arrived and they relayed their meal selections, their server leaving them alone to talk like the other couples in the room. They picked up where they had left off, Nikki talking about her time away at school and her new job while Brad mentioned some of the things that happened on book signing tours and related matters.


Regifting Ch. 01



As they spoke, Brad realized she hadn't changed much over the years. Certainly she had physically changed, but her conversation was just as sure as when they had lain in his bed. She had a maturity to her that was refreshing without being overpowering, her words flowing with ease as she described events of the preceding years.

Throughout their discussion Brad saw out of the corner of his eye a few people looking his way, unsure if they were looking at him or Nikki, but he wished they would either come over and say something or stop looking. As if to grant his wish, someone did come over, a middle-aged, paunchy man who introduced himself as Cal.

"I'm sorry for the interruption," he began, glancing between Brad and Nikki, "but my wife is a big fan of yours but she's too embarrassed to come over herself, so I'm the designated hitter," he joked. "Would there be any way she could have your autograph?" As if to press the point, he presented a small pad and held it out along with a pen.

"Sure, why not." Taking the pad and pen, Brad asked, "Who should I make it out to?"

"Carol," Cal replied, taking a longer look at Nikki who smiled back while waiting patiently for the event to complete.

"Here you go," Brad said, handing the items back to Cal who graciously accepted the items. Apologizing again for the intrusion, Cal thanked them both and went back to his table where his wife read the inscription, her expression of joy letting Brad know he had written the right greeting to a fan. Carol waved at him and Brad did likewise, giving the perfunctory smile before returning his attention to Nikki. 

"So what's it like to be famous?" Nikki asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"If this is what you call famous, we have very different definitions of famous," Brad joked, watching her supple lips lightly latch on to then release the edge of the glass.

"You're more well known than I am," Nikki countered as she leaned towards him.

"And I'm all the glad for it," Brad answered, "because if more people knew how incredibly beautiful you are, I wouldn't be able to spend time with you."

Nikki all but blushed at the compliment, her bright smile bunching her cheeks in a decidedly girlish fashion. She tilted her head as she looked at him, an appreciative grin holding his attention for several moments before he took a sip which she followed suit.

"You know," she intoned, fingering her glass while glancing at the entrance to the restaurant, "we could probably use your celebrity status to bring her home."

Brad didn't catch what she meant by the comment until he turned his head and saw the girl at the desk checking in other guests.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his eyes moving to look at Nikki who grinned before taking another drink.

"Haven't you ever wanted to be with two women at the same time?" Her question implied something Brad wasn't sure he wanted to pursue. Not that he hadn't thought about it, but he wasn't prepared to hear the suggestion come from Nikki.

"No answer?" she teased, taking another drink and watching his expression over the edge of her glass.

"No answer," was the reply, Brad checking the menu to change the subject.

The two continued to talk, and flirt, until their meals arrived, Brad ordering them a bottle of wine to finish their meals. 

Looks were exchanged across the table as they ate, teenager-like laughs mixed in as they talked and enjoyed the others company. Partway through the meal Nikki excused herself and Brad admired her gentle curves swaying on her captivating legs as she walked away. Looking around, he noticed several other men in the room giving her the same attention. It was hard not to look at her, and he suppressed a smile at the attention she was receiving.

Minutes later he looked around and saw Nikki standing at the reservation desk talking to the girl. The two turned their heads and looked at him, both smiling and waving to him, Brad furrowing his brow in a questioning look but still giving a small wave in return.

The two continued to talk for another minute or so until Nikki gave the girl a brief hug then made her way back to the table.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing," Nikki casually answered as she took a sip of her wine, "just talking to one of your admiring fans."

Scrunching his mouth, Brad took his own drink, not sure what she was up to but going along with it.

After finishing their meals and a light dessert, Brad felt the time was right to end the night on a high note and suggested they head back.

"Whatever you say," Nikki giggled, finishing the last of her third glass of wine.

"Oh great, you're drunk," Brad kidded her as he stood, his own body feeling the effects of the alcohol as it coursed through him.

"Not drunk," she told him, "fuzzy."

Rolling his eyes, Brad extended his hand which Nikki took, no evidence of her compromised state evident as she tucked her arm in his as they walked.

As they made their way to the door, Nikki whispered to him, "Last chance," and nodded towards the girl at the desk who looked up and gave him a friendly smile before flicking her long, brunette hair over her shoulder. Brad smiled back while Nikki leaned against him more firmly.

"You're really into her, aren't you?" Brad mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, trying not to speak too loudly as they approached the girl.

"Just trying to have some fun," Nikki told him as they came abreast of the station and nodded at the girl. Moments later the two were out on to the sidewalk, the humidity of the night having risen as the temperature remained warm despite the nighttime hour.

"Spoil sport," Brad heard, and looked at Nikki who had a shitty grin on her face.

"Someone's feeling frisky tonight."

"Frisky?" was the cooed response. "Try horny." With that, Nikki stepped in front of Brad and stopped him, planting her mouth squarely on his. Her soft lips which he had watched earlier that evening sip wine were now pressed against his own lips, her tongue diving into his mouth, and he tasted the mix of her and the wine. She didn't force herself on to him, choosing to savor him as the people out on the comfortably warm night moved around them.

"Can't I have a little fun?" Nikki asked after breaking the embrace, giving him a mischievous look and a wink. "Besides, she was coming on to you."

"No, she wasn't," Brad told her, surprised at the open display of affection from Nikki while considering the possibility of her words, finally telling himself his imagination was running wild. The girl was being friendly, that was all. It was her job.

Giving a small shake of her head at the answer, Nikki encircled her arms behind his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

"You smell good," she told him, pressing her nose against his neck and inhaling.

"Thanks. You're not exactly rotten eggs either," Brad joked.

Nikki laughed and lifted her head, telling him quietly, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For tonight." A small peck on the lips followed, then a hug, her trim body melding to his.

"It was my pleasure," Brad answered. "Besides, I should be thanking you."

His hands slid over her exposed back, one momentarily dipping beneath the edge of the dress at the small of her back before he yanked it higher.

Nikki drew back, a knowing look on her face, then turned and took his hand as the two resumed their walk to the car. Up the elevator and across the floor they went, Nikki leaning against Brad now and then, the light click of her heels on the concrete echoing in the semi-enclosed space.

When they got to the car, Nikki leaned against her door and looked at Brad, her patented grin unmistakable as she blocked him.

"What?" Brad asked, his own grin appearing as he looked at her.

"Nothing," she teased before moving out of the way, her dress offering scant resistance as it slid against the car.

Shaking his head, Brad opened the door and Nikki took her time melting into her seat, exaggerating every motion so he could get a good look at her, even going so far as to let the hem ride high on her thighs once she was seated.

Going around to his side, Brad was barely seated before Nikki twisted towards him and kissed him, harder and longer than on the street. It had been a very long time since Brad had made out in a car and his eyes looked around as best they could to see if someone was watching them.

Nikki stopped kissing him and pulled back, her face inches from his and told him, "Drive," then returned to her side and stared straight ahead, her grin plastered to her face.

Quickly starting the car, Brad got them moving down the garage floors to the exit, taking two attempts before he got the ticket to slide into the machine then jamming his credit card into the slot and pounding the keys to approve the charge so the gate would let them pass.

Once out on the street and underway, Nikki placed a hand on top his as he shifted gears, Brad looking over to see her spotlighted under the street lights. She didn't look at him, her attention focused on the lights of the cars in front of them, her body posed in the seat for him.

As they entered the highway, she saw him look over his shoulder to make sure it was safe to merge and as his hand left the gear shift, pulled it across to her thigh.

Brad glanced at her, his hand giving a gentle squeeze in acknowledgment, Nikki smiling and moving her hips forward in the seat which caused her dress to ride higher. Though he was driving, Brad took a longer than normal moment to see where his hand was and moved it until his finger came into contact with the hem of the dress. Sliding his hand down a few inches, he felt the firm smoothness of her thigh, Nikki moving slightly closer to him in her seat before bringing his hand back up then reclining the seat back and closing her eyes.

Brad tingled as he touched her, the creamy skin of her inner thigh tempting him, thoughts of their previous time together coming back. Though driving, he had flashbacks of her then young body splayed on his bed, the sensation of her skin against his face, his hands sliding across her as he played with her.

His hand moved higher, pushing the dress back, his eyes darting to see more of her leg exposed, his hand mere inches from what was hidden. He couldn't believe how exquisite her skin felt and lightly rubbed his hand up and down her thigh.

When he took their exit he had to remove his hand, Nikki sitting more upright but making no attempt to straighten her dress, her erotic image conflicting with Brad's attempt to drive. As they came to a stop light he looked over at her, enthralled by the young woman and her carefree demeanor. He hadn't expected this, wanting only to be with her one more time but now imagining what else was going to happen that night.

After waiting for the red light to change, Brad launched the car with a quick squeal of the tires, continuing to accelerate and change gears as he raced through the gauntlet of lights he had to pass before leaving the main road.

Nikki held the door handle, her body rolling as Brad tossed the car through a series of short turns then a long S-curve, once or twice pressing her foot into the floor as she felt the car start to drift wide before they halted at a stop sign. The momentum of the car was still evident as they dutifully came to a stop only so long to meet the bare minimum requirement, the final dash to his house a short distance and not as raucous as the car came to a gentle stop in his driveway.

"Nice driving," Nikki quipped, turning in her seat to face him.

"Can't I have a little fun?" Brad joked, leaning in to give her a kiss.

Without the benefit of motion, the air in the car quickly became stuffy and Brad opened the door, went around to her side and helped her stand, making sure not to miss her legs as they extended to their full lengths. The hem of her dress was about as high as it could get and still be considered covering her, his attention fixated on the tempting sight as she left the car.

"Still can't get enough, can you?" she asked as she stood before him, her dress sliding down her thighs to its natural position.

"They're hard to miss," Brad told her.

"Give me a minute," Nikki said, reaching into her purse for her keys. Going to her car parked on the street, she retrieved a small duffel and came back to Brad who took it from her.

"I thought this was about having drinks," he said as he gauged the weight of the bag.

"We did. Now we're moving on. Besides, as you told us at your kitchen table, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt." Under the silvery light of the half moon and the glow from a street light, Nikki's smile was disarming.

"Not much in here," Brad commented.

"I don't need much this weekend," she told him. "Just a few essentials."

It had been a while since Brad had been this excited, every nerve in his body on edge as his hand went to her back and guided her to his house.

Unlocking the door and letting her pass, Brad had barely made it inside and turned on the light before Nikki pounced to give him a hard kiss, letting the bag drop from his hand as she pulled off his jacket and let it fall to the floor.

"I have an idea," she quietly told him as she kissed his neck.

"Whatever you say," Brad answered, caught up in the moment of her lips sucking on his skin.

"How about we go skinny dipping?"

Brad's eyes flew open and he looked at her.

"What?!"

Smirking, Nikki told him, "Skinny dipping, meaning going swimming without clothes."

"I know what it means."

"Then why not?"

Why couldn't they? It was his pool after all, it was late at night and the moon was only half full. Why not?

"If you don't want to, I will," he heard her say as his internal debate progressed.

Driving the request home, Nikki took a few steps back from him and reaching behind her neck, undid the clasp to the ring holding up her dress. Pulling down on the thin material, her breasts exposed to the night air, she wiggled her body while pushing the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor.

Clad only in her heels, she took a step to the side and gave Brad his first look at her more mature form.

Eyes wide as he stared, Brad's gaze traveled up and down several times as he took in her sight. The few short years since their last meeting had been kind to her, adding curves where desired while retaining her youthful trimness. Her breasts were more full, their attractive shape holding his attention until it fell to the almost bare triangle between her legs.

Seeing where his eyes were fixated, Nikki slowed walked towards him, her heels nearly soundless on the wooden floor as she eased her way into his personal space. Coming up to him, she leaned in, pressing her breasts into his chest and lightly kissed him. 

Brad couldn't help himself, his hands going to the unbelievably sensuous arch of her back which fell away to the graceful curve above her ass. He felt his way down, feeling the smooth skin slide beneath him as he cupped her rounded shapes.

"I remembered how you like to touch," Nikki whispered as his hands roamed across her nude form. "I want you to touch me."

Taking several steps back, she crooked her finger at him to follow her, Brad's brain having lost its ability for thought and doing her bidding. She stepped lightly in her heels, finding her way to the other room, the light by the front door now softer as the shadows wrapped her body.

Standing in front of the couch, she crossed one leg in front of the other, placing her hands in front of her and turning her body slightly as he approached. She watched him close the distance, his eyes almost vacant as he tried to process what he was seeing, and waited for him.

With the same reverence he had given when he first touched her ass years ago, Brad went behind her and carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, the coolness of her skin quickly banished by the warmth of his hands. Down her arms they slid, following them to her hips where they slipped beneath her hands and rested on her thighs.

Nikki looked over her shoulder at him, giving him an approving grin, enjoying the slow exploration of her body by this older man. She hadn't realized how much she would miss his gentle yet strong touch until she went away to college where at best, a quick and furtive groping was the order of the day.

Not now. Though the humidity of the air cooled her skin, she felt warm as his fingers sought her out, dipping between her legs to feel the contrast of her smooth skin next to the small strip of pubic hair she had left.

"You are beautiful," Brad told her as he brought his arms up to wrap about her, her hands coming up to hold his arms and resting her body against him. He was hard, there was no denying it, and he pressed his hips into her as he nibbled on her collarbone and neck, then kissed her cheek.

Twisting her body around, Nikki faced him and began to unbutton his shirt, giggling as he continued to kiss her neck before landing on her lips. She raised her head to stave him off but this only gave him easy access and her body shivered as his continuing advances found their mark. Though there was a button or two remaining, she placed her arms on his shoulders and lulled her head to the side, the first time he did this to her now foremost in her thoughts as she let him do as he wished.

Reaching down and taking hold of the back of her thighs, Brad lifted her, Nikki's legs wrapping about his waist for support while her arms gripped his neck, then turned and half-walked, half-stumbled to the kitchen. With his elbow he flipped on the light, the two squinting under the harsh glare, and made his way to the table where he dropped her on to the cold surface.

As she sat, Brad worked to remove his shirt while Nikki's hands deftly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Though not pretty, in moments they had him sufficiently disrobed that they could continue and without comment Nikki leaned back on outstretched arms and lifted her knees, Brad holding on to one leg while using his other hand to push his erect cock into her.

With gasping releases of breath the two paused, Brad holding both of her legs as they savored the feeling of being together after so many years, her pussy firmly enveloping him in its warm embrace before he pushed harder. She didn't lean forward to wrap her legs about his waist, instead preferring to remain reclining and looking down as she watched his cock slowly disappear inside her. She seemed almost fascinated by the act, only glancing up to look at Brad when he was almost fully inside her.

His hands holding tight to her legs, he pulled her forward, her body balanced on the edge of the table as their bodies adjusted to each other. With tentative steps Brad began to move his hips, her mouth parted as she watched herself be fucked, a look of concentration on her face as she moved her hips in time to his thrusts.

"Deeper," she asked, making a small adjustment to her stance. Inching closer to her, Brad pressed his hips forward until they met hers, his cock sinking into her depths until her body held him as Nikki bore down for a moment. When she released him it was accompanied by a satisfied sigh, her eyes closing momentarily as she savored the feeling of him inside her.

Looking at him, she told him, "Harder," her body trying to move forward to take him in as the table scraped against the floor. Distinctly contented feminine sounds slipped from her mouth as Brad pumped his hips and his cock slipped between her red, slippery lips.

"Fuck me," Nikki told him, her head falling back as she was taken, Brad increasing his pace and digging into her legs to hold her in place.

His two months of exercise now showed their worth, his deliberate breaths keeping him from faltering. The friction of their bodies drove him to pump his hips faster, his cockhead forcing her apart as he plunged into her.




Regifting Ch. 01



"God you feel good," Nikki told him as she righted herself, her eyes locked with his as she was taken. Leaning in, she wrapped her arms behind Brad's neck and inched her body as close to the edge of the table as she dared, her legs held high in his hands. Her head rested on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she let him fuck her, her body growing warmer by the moment.

Faster Brad went, sinking his shaft fully into her waiting pussy and holding it there for a moment before pulling back then thrusting forward. It was impossible for him to go any deeper, their bodies almost merging as one, each caught up in this act of sexual satisfaction.

Releasing her hold on him, Nikki leaned back on her arms, her eyes closed as her body bounced to his quickening pace. She licked her lips as her time approached, her comment to him on the street making itself known as she sounded her lustful desires. She bore down to squeeze his cock as he fucked her, the rapid, pulsing effect now at its peak.

Like the snapping of branch, Brad exploded, the sudden release announced by his guttural groan and if possible, he went faster and harder. He drove deep inside her, his streams of cum expelled with terrific force as his hands gripped her legs even tighter.

Nikki moaned, her breasts bouncing in elliptical orbits as her body rocked on the table. She opened her eyes to look down, the pained expression turning to exhilaration as her orgasm swept through her. She quivered with every thrust, her arms locked in position as her legs were held high, her pussy on fire as Brad fucked her. Her hips flexed as she came, the shock 

of Brad's penetrations like jolts of electric joy.

Their sounds filled the room until Brad slowed his pace and his body came to rest. His cock throbbed inside her as his chest heaved, his hands relaxing their grip slightly so they didn't dig into her legs. Nikki leaned back until she was lying flat on the table, its cool surface in sharp contrast to her hot, dewy back, her hands resting just below her breasts while a small grin shone on her face.

Tired, though not exhausted, Brad withdrew from her then let her legs down until the tips of her toes rested on the floor. 

Even now, in this inelegant, spread-eagle pose, Nikki somehow retained her delicious nature and he admired her for a few moments until he stripped out of the remainder of his clothes and left to clean up.

When he came back she was still lying on the table though she had raised a leg which was propped up by the heel of her shoe, a hand resting between her legs.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are," Brad asked as he leaned against the wall.

Lifting her head, Nikki oriented on him and smiled then lay her head back down. Going to her, Brad took hold of her raised, bent leg and kissed her ankle, admiring how she looked in her heels and seeing her lift her head to again smile.

Replacing her leg back on the table, his attention traveled to her hand and watched it rub against her bare slit before she lifted herself and perched on the table, grinning. Her formerly coiffed hair was now somewhat disheveled yet it added to her radiant glow.

Unable to help himself, Brad cupped her face in his hand, Nikki closing her eyes as she rubbed against him.

"You are so beautiful," he told her again, enthralled by the blonde beauty.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him and smiled, the sincerity of this older man appreciated for its honesty and lack of ulterior motives until a few moments later she sheepishly asked, "Uh, can you help me?".

Brad looked at her with a quizzical glance, the realization of her request coming a moment later.

"Again?" he chuckled.

"It's either that or you get to watch me waddle in my heels back to your bathroom," she told him with a touch of joviality.

"Can't have that, can we?" With a few adjustments to her position, Brad was able to get his arms under her legs and behind her back to lift her clear of the table and carried her to his bathroom.

"Someone's been working out," Nikki commented, smiling as she held on to him and giving him a peck on the cheek.

Without comment Brad completed the short trip, gently putting her down so she could get her footing, then stepping back to take a good look at her.

"Can you stay like that forever?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"Naked and in those heels."

Nikki laughed, turned sideways and bent her leg to show off before blowing him a kiss.

Smiling and shaking his head, Brad got her a washcloth then left her alone, going back to the kitchen to pick up his clothes then to the front door where he retrieved his jacket, her duffel and her dress. The dark material was airy in hand, its silky weave just as delightful to touch as it was to be worn by her.

Taking everything back to his room, he stopped and watched as Nikki leaned an arm against the doorway, lifted one leg, undo the strap around her ankle and gracefully remove her shoe then perform the routine a second time with the other foot.

"How do women do that?" he asked, standing with the pile of clothes in his arms.

"Do what?" she asked, turning off the light and coming to him.

"Look so sexy taking off their shoes?"

Nikki chuckled and gave him a kiss then stood as if presenting herself to him. Dropping her bag at the foot of the bed and laying the pile of clothes on the bed, Brad picked her dress off the top and asked, "Do I get to keep this as a souvenir?"

"I thought that was panties," Nikki teased as she took the singular garment.

"You weren't wearing any," Brad reminded her.

With a naughty smile and a wink, Nikki laid her dress at the end of the bed then came back to him. She looked him up and down, a hand going to an arm and squeezing before her fingers slid over his stomach. With both hands she slid up his body, Brad standing still while she did her own exploring until she stepped back.

"So," she started, hands on hips, "ready to go swimming?"

Brad had forgotten about that and glancing at his clock saw it was after eleven.

"Do I have a choice?" he asked, knowing he really didn't.

"Sure," she answered. "You can not go and watch me from afar, or you can come with me and we can play some water sports."

Brad wasn't sure what she meant by water sports, but he wanted to find out. Separating his suit from everything else, he laid it on his bed then took her hand. Together they walked through the rooms, turning out the few lights until the house was dark and they were at his back door. Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and was greeted by the warm air now propelled by a small breeze.

The moon was well into the sky, its reflected light illuminating the night as best it could and turning the landscape varying shades of black and gray. Together they walked to his pool, the still of the night interrupted by the chirping of crickets and the distant hum of an air conditioner. Making their way to the concrete path surrounding the pool which still radiated 

the warmth of the day from its rough surface, Brad looked to the houses on either side, checking for any lights which would indicate someone was up at this hour but found none.

"Ready?" Nikki asked, her voice as silvery as the moonlight.

"If you are," Brad answered as he prepared himself for the late night dip.

Letting go of his hand, Nikki walked to the corner of the pool where three steps led into the shallow end and entered the water. She was in up to her knees when she let out a squeal.

His pulse racing as the sudden, high-pitched sound echoed in his ears, Brad snapped his head left and right, looking to see if any lights came on in the houses beside his but as before, no one seemed to be up.

"Sorry," Nikki giggled. "It's a bit cooler than I thought it would be." With careful steps she continued on, standing and adjusting to the water which now lapped at her waist.

"Come on," she encouraged him, waving her arm to get him to join her.

Doubt creeping into his mind, Brad steeled himself and padded to the steps, taking several moments to prepare for his entry. 

First one foot, then the other, and he was standing on the first step. The water didn't seem to be that bad and he took the next step. Now it was starting to get cooler and he waited several more seconds before slowly moving to the third and final step. 

"Baby," Nikki giggled, having lowered herself up to her neck as she watched Brad's timid entrance.

His manhood at stake, Brad took the plunge and dropped onto the pool bottom, the water dragging heat from his legs as he stood. Like a mermaid, Nikki rose from the water and sloshed her way to him, her breasts glistening in the tepid light as the water ran off her body. She kissed him, the contrast of her wet, cool body against his dry warmth soon forgotten as they embraced.

"Follow me," she quietly told him, taking his hand and walking towards the deeper end of the pool.

As the water rose, Brad clenched his teeth, trying not to think about what else was happening to him. Just before the level reached his chest, Nikki let go of his hand and turned, telling him, "Now get under the water."

His body adjusting to the temperature of the water as the warm night air clung to his lungs, Brad took a breath and sank under the water. Nikki rested her hand on top of his head and as he tried to come back up, she pressed down while pulling him forward.

Confused, Brad pushed up hard with his legs and broke to the surface.

"That wasn't what you were supposed to do," she chided him.

"What?" he asked, wiping the water from his face.

"Like this," and with a quick breath, Nikki disappeared. He felt a hand searching for then taking hold of his waist, a moment later her other hand taking hold of his cold cock followed by something warm engulfing him. The sensation was exhilarating and he audibly exhaled, his mouth opening as he stood in the water.

It wasn't long before Nikki surfaced, tilting her head back to let her hair fall behind her, and smiling at her accomplishment.

"Wow!" was all Brad said, now able to see her brilliant smile more clearly as his eyes had adjusted to the low light.

"Your turn," she said and only gave him a second to get a breath before she bounced up and pushed his head down.

Now understanding, it only took Brad moments to latch on to her hips, force his head between her legs, tilt his head back and lick her pussy. It was an awkward position made more difficult by the fact his body kept trying to float up, but he dug his tongue into her, flicking it as quickly as he could.

Nikki responded by spreading her legs and sitting down, letting her buoyancy keep her afloat. A hand rested on his head to steady herself, but Brad soon had to disengage and catch his breath. Like at the door, he barely had time to breathe before Nikki kissed him, lightly jumping in the water to wrap her legs about his waist.

"Much better," she told him, small waves rippling across the surface as they clung to one another.

"Do I get a gold star?" Brad joked, his hands holding her ass to keep her in place.

"I can think of another way to reward you," Nikki purred, kissing his neck and lightly biting his shoulder.

As she nibbled on him, Brad slowly walked to the shallow end of the pool then to the pool edge, Nikki's kisses in the interim having made their way to his mouth. Letting his hands fall from under her, Nikki unwrapped her legs and stood, still kissing him, her wet, cool breasts sliding against him.

Forcing her to break their embrace, Brad leaned over and took hold of an erect nipple, its pointy nub cool and hard in his mouth. He sucked on her, Nikki holding his head to her breast as his tongue licked her before he moved to the other nipple.

After a short time Brad stood and took both of her full breasts in his hands, gently cupping and kneading them, Nikki smiling as he toyed with her.

"Very nice," Brad told her, grinning as he squeezed her nipples between his fingers.

Nikki didn't say a word, the sharp, repeated, pressure eliciting tingles up her spine until Brad took hold of her waist and turned her around.

Looking over her shoulder as her arms rested on the lip of the pool, Brad kissed her cheek before taking a deep breath and sinking under the water. His hands moved over her and finding what he was looking for, pried apart her ass then immediately stuck his tongue in her puckered opening.

Nikki sharply inhaled at the sudden intrusion, her body tense as Brad tongued her. She moved her ass against him, feeling the firm point of his tongue momentarily force her open before pulling back then jamming its way back in.

Though he had done this before, the contrast of a warm tongue diving into her and the cool water swirling around her was electrifying. She rested her head on her crossed arms, trying to relax her body to allow his entrance while still enjoying his touch. 

Brad broke the surface behind her, gulping for air as he caught his breath. Nikki twisted her head to look at him and told him, "Don't stop," keeping her body in place and waiting for his return.

Saying nothing, Brad took a deep breath and quickly picked up where he had left off, Nikki sliding her hips back and spreading her legs wide. After only a few moments of digging his tongue into her, Brad twisted his body upside down, forced his head between her legs and flicked his tongue against her pussy. Nikki squirmed as her pussy lips vibrated, her legs trembling as he lapped at her sex, her body growing warmer with each touch.

Forgetting where she was, Nikki let out a loud moan then caught herself, her pulse racing both because of Brad's actions and the light she saw come on at Lindsey's parents house. Her eyes wide at the realization someone had heard her, she yanked her legs forward and spun around to reach under the water to lift Brad up.

Before he could say a word, Nikki clamped her hand over his mouth and pointed to the light while pulling them into the water until only their heads were visible above the surface. Neither moved, their attention fixated on the light and the bodily silhouette now at the window.



Regifting Ch. 02



Brad and Nikki stared at the dark figure in the window, their hearts pounding as they waited. They barely breathed, the coolness of the water forgotten as they willed themselves to be invisible.

"Hey!" the figure called out.

Raising a finger to his lips to signal Nikki should be quiet, Brad rose from the water.

"It's me, Tom," Brad called back as he moved to the edge of the pool.

"Who?"

"Brad. Your neighbor."

Tom didn't say anything for a moment, then asked, "What are you doing?"

"Taking a late night swim."

"Was that you squealing?"

"Yeah. The water's a bit cooler than I thought."

Tom's form moved in the window and Brad wondered if Nikki's head could be seen from that distance in the low light of the night.

"Okay," Tom finally said, "but can you keep it down?"

"Not a problem. I was almost done anyway." Giving a small wave, Brad moved away from Nikki and towards the deep end, waiting until the light across the way was extinguished before he moved back to retrieve her.

"Let's go," he whispered, grabbing her arm and pulling her up. With his body between Nikki and his neighbor's view, they went to the steps and quickly walked to his house, a wet trail marking their path.

No sooner had the back door been closed and Nikki exhaled.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, her eyes, if Brad could have seen them in the dark house, wide and filled with excitement.

"Stay here," he told her and padded his way to a closet where he got towels for them. Taking a moment to dry his legs, he made his way back and pushed the towel into her hands. They dried themselves, moving off the small puddles of water on the floor before Brad wrapped the towel around his waist and found the light for the kitchen.

Now able to clearly see each other, Nikki dropped her towel and skittered up to him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him some more.

"Let's do that again!" she breathed once her lips were free.

"No, let's not," Brad gruffly replied. "Now I have to make a neighborly visit tomorrow and smooth things out with him. All because of you and your high-pitched squeal." He wasn't really angry, more annoyed at the turn of events.

"If you hadn't been doing such a good job, I wouldn't have squealed," Nikki teased, giving him several kisses then licking a few drops of water from his damp neck.

Though still cool from the late night dip, it didn't take long for warmth to return to Brad as her lips kissed his neck and her hands found their way to his waist. With a muffled swish the damp material of his towel fell to the floor and a hand found its way to his cold dick.

Without a word Nikki slid to her knees and wrapped her lips about his shriveled manhood, her tongue swirling around it several times until he began to grow in her mouth. It took some time but her efforts were rewarded when she was able to slowly pump his hardened dick.

Brad had said nothing during this time, watching Nikki on her knees as she pleasured him, a hand eventually reaching down and lifting her face to look at him. She smiled as her hand slid over his shaft, her grip comfortably firm but feeling as if it was pulsing.

Leaning in, Nikki dug her tongue into his scrotum which was still cool and slightly damp.

"Ya know," she said, sitting back on her heels as she continued to pump his cock, "we should do something about that."

"What?" Brad had no idea what she was talking and looked at her, waiting for an answer.

"This," Nikki said, rubbing her free hand against his balls then pulling on his hair.

"What about it?" he asked.

Stopping what she was doing, Nikki stood and encircled her arms behind his neck, gave him a lingering kiss then told him, "How about we clean you up."

It suddenly dawned on Brad what she was talking about and his eyes opened wide in understanding.

"I'll pass," he told her, his hands clasped behind her and resting in the small of her back.

"Don't trust me?" she cooed, giving his neck a kiss then looking into his eyes.

He trusted her, that wasn't the issue.

"I promise I won't hurt you," she quietly told him, running her fingers through his wet hair. "In fact, I think you'll like it." She kissed him again and pressed herself against him, his firm dick caught between them. Her breasts warmed his chest, her supple body still damp from their swim moving against him.

Brad thought about her request, his hands sliding up and down her back as he debated, eventually reaching the only conclusion he could.

"Okay."

Nikki smiled, a hint of mischief evident before she lightly kissed him then bent to retrieve her towel. Taking his hand, she took him back to his bedroom where she removed her dress from the bed and laid her towel down in its place. Moving Brad into position, she pushed him down until he was sitting then went to her bag where she pulled out a small electric shaver before leaving the room.

Brad watched as the subdued light in the hallway became bright, understanding the kitchen light was now off, and watched Nikki make her way back to him.

"Now lie back and relax," she told him as she knelt between his legs, a hand pushing his knee outward.

Brad said nothing but did as instructed, his heart beating harder as he waited for her to begin. Her hand pushed against one knee then the other, his legs wide as she moved in close. He felt her take hold of his softening dick and pull it up before the electric hum of the motor caught his attention.

Moments later the first touch of the trimmer cutting away his pubic hair made itself known, his body twitching as the edge dragged across his skin. Out of reflex his legs spread wider, Nikki's hand pulling his skin this way and that as she denuded him.

Down the trimmer went, under his scrotum, the sensation of being shorn in such an area oddly titillating to Brad. He lifted his legs so his heels were resting on the edge of the bed, Nikki cupping his balls and pulling them back as she worked her way down. And down she went, to places Brad had never seen, the scraping of the trimmer a not uncomfortable sensation.

After a time the sound of the motor changed and Brad felt the surface of the shaver begin to carefully slide across him, the grating sound of hair being cut standing out in the quiet room. The foil moved over him, Nikki holding his dick clear as she shaved up and down his soft shaft, his skin growing warm from the friction while the small vibrations began to excite him.

Though the sound of the shaver continued, Brad felt something warm and soft press against his dick before realizing Nikki was kissing him. Her tongue lightly flicked up and down his length, his dick hardening as she continued before her hand took hold of him and the shaver was pressed against his tight skin.

His shaft was twisted and turned several times, the shaver changing its angle of attack to get at stubborn hairs, before his dick was moved to the side and Nikki set about shaving the awkward curves of his scrotum.

Pulling him this way and that, repeatedly going over the same areas, she shaved him smooth, Brad squirming slightly as she continued further down. The odd sensation of being shaved mixed with the warmth of his skin was somehow relaxing and Brad enjoyed the act of being shaved until Nikki went beyond anything he had imagined. With his legs propped up on the bed, she pulled the skin between his ass to side and kept shaving.

"Going a little far, aren't we?" Brad commented, wondering what he would look like when she was done.

"Relax," he was told. "Almost done."

As promised, Nikki soon finished and ran her hand over his skin to check her work before she told him he could sit up. The first thing Brad did was slide his hand over his now bare skin, marveling at how it felt.

"Not bad," he told her, grinning as he continued to play with himself.

"Just wait," Nikki told him as she stood and looked down at him, "it gets better." Extending her hand to him, Brad stood and she kissed him.

"How about we wash off the chlorine smell and I'll show you how good being shaved can be."

To his bathroom the two went, Brad making sure to take a long look at Nikki's ass when she bent over to adjust the temperature of the water, a hand reaching out to run over her smooth curves. Around and around he went, Nikki looking over her shoulder and smiling as he teased her.

When the water was deemed ready the shower was turned on and the two stepped in with Nikki placing Brad under the warm stream. Wrapping one arm around his waist and pressing herself into his back, she reached around with her other hand and rubbed against his newly-nude area.

"You keep doing that and you'll have to finish me," Brad joked as he enjoyed the treatment he was receiving.

"Don't worry," Nikki told him, "you'll be taken care of." She kissed his neck, her hand taking hold of his growing length and slowly pumping him. Back and forth she went, the streams of water cascading over Brad's body and off the tip of his dick. Nikki looked around his body to see how he had grown, changed her speed and held him tighter.

"Mmmm," Brad moaned, his back arching slightly as her hand found a comfortable rhythm. He reached his arms behind him to take hold of Nikki's hips, holding her in place as she increased her pace.

Faster her hand went, snapping out almost to his engorged head then back to the base of his shaft. Brad could feel himself swelling, the urge to cum growing stronger. With every moment she was bringing him closer to the edge, his body at her mercy as she played with him.

Without warning Nikki stopped and stepped back, Brad's eyes opening wide as he turned to look at her. His dick was red and swollen, his heart pounding as she said nothing before kneeling in front of him. Pushing him against the cool wall, Nikki tilted her head back and with her tongue, lapped at his shorn ball sack.

Brad moaned as her tongue jiggled his balls, the sensation stronger than he expected. Her lips sucked on his skin as a hand held his hard dick out of the way, the sound of her own contentment audible above the splashing water. Nikki almost buried her face between his legs, her mouth devouring him as she pulled first one then the other ball between her lips.

"Uhhhhh!" she heard Brad groan, his hips momentarily pushing outward before settling back against the shower wall. Sitting upright, she inhaled his cock and sucked on him, both hands pressed against the wall as her head slowly moved back and forth. Her lips sealed tight around his shaft as she pulled on him, Brad's strong breaths echoed in the shower as she kept to her pace.

In no hurry to finish, Nikki took long, deliberate drags over his shaft, a hand now sliding over his nude skin to rub his balls. Occasionally she would use the palm of her hand to play with him while her fingers dove further back to drag forward across the small divide of skin, her touch eliciting a reactive moan from Brad who reflexively squatted further down.

After the second time he flinched Nikki took things one step further and pressed a finger against his hole, Brad automatically clenching tight until her persistent swirling loosened his stance and she pressed a bit harder but not enough to enter him.

Between her mouth sucking on him and her finger nearly probing him, it soon became too much for him and Brad grabbed hold of her wet hair, pumping his cock into her mouth as he tried to relieve himself of the swollen pain in his loins. Nikki worked with him, pulling her head back so his cockhead just left her lips before he jammed himself back inside. This only served to arouse Brad further and he gripped her hair tighter, forcibly pushing her head back and forth, his eyes screwed shut as he felt his release nearing.

Nikki held her position, both hands now digging into the wall as she sucked on him in the moments his dick was in her mouth. She tried to run her tongue along the underside of his shaft but soon gave up as his thrusts became stronger and faster.

With seething groans Brad emptied himself into her mouth, Nikki swallowing the first stream which was quickly followed by several more, flooding her mouth in a warm, creamy bath of cum. Brad furiously pumped his cock into her mouth, his moans competing with the water splashing against their bodies. Slowly, and with hesitation, he came to a stop, his softening dick still held in Nikki's mouth as she gently sucked on him. His legs twitched as her tongue cleaned him, his fingers loosening their grip on her hair until they fell to his side, his body propped up against the wall and almost drifting off.

With a few squeezes of his balls and a swish or two of her tongue, Nikki emptied him then stood. She smiled, almost giggling as she saw the contented look on Brad's face, then pressed against him.

Brad was taking deep breaths, his hands easing their way around her waist and resting at the small of her back. "I could go to sleep right now."

"Nuh uh," he was told, "I'm not carrying you to bed. Besides, when the water gets cold, you'll wake up."

Lazily Brad opened his eyes and focused on the grinning face before him. Leaning his head down he gave her a quick kiss, his hands taking a stronger hold on her waist and pulling her tight.

"I think the chlorine is washed off us," he said as his hands slid down to squeeze her firm ass.

"I think so too," Nikki agreed and tried to lift herself off him but his embrace held her tight.

"You need to let go if we're going to dry off," she told him.

"I don't want to let go."

Chuckling, Nikki pressed harder until Brad released his hold then turned the shower off. The water dripping from their bodies, Nikki reached around to grab the towel from the rack and began to dry herself.

"Where's mine?" asked Brad, watching her actions.

"Ladies first," was the reply as Nikki continued to run the towel over herself.

Waiting patiently, Brad was eventually given the damp towel and as he dried himself, Nikki went back to the bed and folded the towel she had used when she shaved him before going to the back door and snapping it clean. Retrieving her damp towel from where she had left it on the kitchen floor, she returned to the bedroom where Brad was waiting for her. As soon as he could he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her tight, Nikki dropping both towels in the process. Kissing her, his hands explored her for a time until he bent over and picked her up then turned and placed her gently on the bed.

"You have been working out," Nikki commented as she adjusted herself.

"A bit," Brad replied. "Now then, something's amiss here." Folding his arms across his chest, he stared at Nikki who gave him with a confused look.

"What?"

"Someone's been having entirely too much fun lately. It seems the other person should have some fun as well."

It took a few moments for the understanding to make itself known, but when it did, Nikki smiled.

"So," she coyly asked, "what kind of fun do you want to have?" She crossed her legs at the knees and leaned back on the bed, waiting for Brad to make the next move.

Without a word he came up to her, uncrossed her legs and knelt between them. His hands slid over her thighs, admiring the touch of her smooth, soft skin. Taking a leg in his grip, he lifted it and ran his hands over its length, Nikki pointing her toes momentarily as she enjoyed this slow motion exploration.

Kissing her ankle, Brad nibbled on her calf, Nikki's leg jerking but held tight in his grip. Moving higher up her leg, Brad kissed the side of her knee then twisted his head and licked underneath it.

"That tickles!" Nikki squealed, yanking her leg free.

"So?" Taking hold of her leg again, Brad returned to the same area and kissed it, his lips lightly sucking on the skin before grazing his tongue across it.

Squealing again at his touch, Nikki twisted free and brought her legs up to sit sideways on the bed.

"Stop it!" she told him, her smile belying her admonishment.

"No," was the firm reply and similar to their first encounter, Brad took hold of an ankle and pulled hard, forcing Nikki to untwist her legs and almost fall back on the bed. Pulling more on her leg, he positioned her so she was at the edge of the bed and with firm resolution, placed his hands behind her knees and pushed them back.

"How about here?" he asked and kissed her pussy.

"Much better," he heard her reply, his tongue already wiggling against her.

Softly he both kissed and licked her, the occasional smack of his lips heard as he took his time tasting her. With gentle swipes he flicked his tongue up and down her slit, her breathy exhales and contented coos letting him know of her enjoyment.

Brad pressed his tongue into her, feeling the small nub between her folds and concentrated on that one area. Nikki moaned and squirmed slightly on the bed, her hands squeezing together then relaxing several times as she was licked.

Forcing her legs back further, Brad bent her body so he could see her expression as his tongue lapped against her sex. Tempting fate, his tongue went down to the base of her slit and kept going, the small trail of her juices leading him to her upturned hole.

With a light touch he swirled the tip of his tongue against her opening, Nikki immediately squealing as he scraped against her. Her body twisted in his grip, her back trying to arch but unable to as Brad pressed her legs back.

Now she looked at him, watching him dig his tongue into her, her attention fixed on his actions as the tendrils of pleasure crept up her body. With every touch her nerves twitched and her body flexed, Brad momentarily licking her rim which forced a hearty groan from her gasping mouth.

"Seems someone likes this," Brad teased her, his tongue flicking up the small divide of skin before slowly sliding the entire length of her slit.

"Uh huh," Nikki gulped, her heart pounding against her chest as she lay back on the bed. The momentary reprieve was replaced by the more sedate, though no less stimulating, lapping of a tongue against her aroused nub. She began to take quick breaths as each touch sent jolts through her, her body starting to move on the bed with each passing moment. Faster she breathed, her mouth growing dry as exquisite shocks rippled through her.

Brad flicked his tongue as fast he could against her and seconds later Nikki screamed when the intense, searing wave of release broke over her. She cried out almost as if in pain as Brad's tongue lapped at her, her body twisting and squirming on the bed as his hands dug into her legs even harder to hold her in place.

Mercifully Brad stopped, the abruptness jarring as one moment Nikki was enveloped in an all-consuming orgasm, the next almost total peace. She breathed rapidly, trying to calm herself, her body coming down from its sexual state when Brad started again.

His tongue went back to the same spot and lapped at it just as quickly as before. Almost immediately Nikki started to whimper, not allowed to fully cool down before being brought back to a heightened state of arousal. In moments she came again, this time more intensely though the sensation didn't last as long.

Brad stopped again, giving his tongue a break, his hands still holding her legs back as he watched a calm expression come over Nikki's face. Her body visibly relaxed, sinking into the bed despite her bent position, her breathing starting to slow.

Moments later Brad again buried his face between her legs, his tongue digging into her bundle of nerves, Nikki squirming on the bed as her heart rate began to increase. Faster Brad went, his tongue slapping against her clit, Nikki's breaths short and sharp as she was quickly brought to another orgasm. It didn't take long before she came a third time, a staccato series of gasping moans coming from her parted lips as her body, tired from the constant stimulation, could only muster a few perfunctory twitches.




Regifting Ch. 02



Stopping again, Brad watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed, giving her a few moments of rest before resuming. Though his tongue was sore, Nikki's sex-drenched voice echoed in his ears, arousing in him the urge to hear her cum over and over.

With one final assault he clamped his mouth over her wet pussy and sucked on her, hearing the rising high-pitched squeals of her sexual release. Harder he pulled, holding her between his lips and swiping his tongue rapidly across her.

"Stop!" Nikki shouted, her hand grabbing his hair and wrenching him free.

Brad released his hold on her, letting her legs fall free over the edge of the bed, and sat upright. He saw her face was colored in a deep shade of pink, her eyes closed as she almost hyperventilated.

"Give me a minute to recover," she breathed, taking a few gulps of air to calm herself.

Crawling into bed beside her, Brad had a smug look on his face as he admired this young beauty in her near-delirious state. Nikki rolled her head towards him and opened her eyes, seeing the look on his face.

"What's that for?" she asked, moving her body to get out the stiffness from being held in position for so long.

"What's what for?"

"That look."

"Just enjoying seeing how you react and sound."

Nikki grinned then curled her body on the bed to nestle against Brad, murmuring, "I'm tired."

The two lay for a time until Brad felt himself nodding off then went to the bathroom to clean up. When he finished he saw Nikki had crawled under the sheets and turned out the hallway light before joining her. Nikki inched next to him, draping herself across his warmth, their bodies entwined as each soon fell asleep.

He didn't know what time it was, but judging by how bright the room was Brad figured it had to be late morning. However it wasn't the light which had woken him. Instead, a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time had disturbed his sleep and he knew immediately what it was.

Looking down his body, he saw the back of Nikki's head, her body lying partially across him, and felt the warm wetness of her mouth as she sucked on him.

"Morning," Brad said as he stretched, enjoying the slow caresses of her mouth on his dick. Oddly, he wasn't fully hard yet the partial softness added to the sensation.

"Morning," Nikki said as she turned her head and smiled, her hand stroking him as she greeted him.

"Someone's getting an early start," Brad joked, his hand sliding to her back and rubbing her.

"What can I say, I woke up horny."

The two laughed, eyeing one another for a time until Nikki turned and picked up where she had left off. Holding him by the base of his shaft, she swallowed his length and dragged her mouth up its length. When she came to the top her mouth pulled free with a satisfying smack of the lips. Her head dipping, she repeated this two more times before turning again to look at Brad.

"So," she casually began, her hand sliding up and down as she talked, "any plans for today?" She seemed completely unconcerned with having a conversation while keeping him aroused.

"Well, I don't mind staying here for a while as you do your thing," Brad told her as he watched her actions.

"Oh really?" Nikki lifted herself off him, her hand still pumping his cock. "And what if I don't want to continue?" She was teasing him, both knowing full well she would finish in her own time.

"Then someone will be a bad girl who will need to be spanked." Brad extended his arm and lightly slapped her delicious ass.

"Ohhh," Nikki responded in an exaggerated moan then giggling as they played their game.

One more time Brad smacked her, his eyes able to discern the small jiggle of her upturned rump, then moved his hand to her back.

Though he hadn't meant it that way, Nikki took his action as a hint to continue and twisted herself back into position, her mouth clamping over his semi-soft shaft and sucked on him. Slowly, deliberately, taking her time, she tasted him, feeling him grow firm, her head moving in small circles to add to the effect. Her hand released its hold and she slid it down to rub his shorn sack.

She increased the tightness of her mouth and pulled herself up his entire length, savoring his contours as her lips were spread and enjoying the fullness of his cock in her mouth.

Taking a moment to give her jaw a rest, she lay her head on his side and pumped his shaft, the skin moving at her touch, the color changing as blood was forced in and out.

Opening her mouth, Nikki took only his cockhead between her lips and gently sucked on it, her tongue sliding around its form, Brad moaning seconds later. Taking the cue he enjoyed her actions, she slipped a bit more of him inside her mouth, swiping her tongue from side to side on the underside of his shaft.

The body under her twisted, the back lifting as she took her time to bring him closer to the edge, his hand pressing more firmly into her back. When she felt he was near, she stopped and lifted herself on her arm to look at Brad. She smiled as she saw him clenching his mouth, his chest rising and falling as he took deep breaths.

When he realized she had stopped, Brad lifted his head.

"Enjoying yourself?" she joked, knowing full well the only thought on his mind was for her to finish him.

His pulse pounding from being so close to cumming, Brad gulped and answered, "Yes."

"Just a bit longer, kay?"

"Okay," Brad reluctantly agreed, his head falling back on the pillow.

Laying a kiss on his stomach before continuing, Nikki took as much of his length as she could into her mouth, just touching the back of her throat with his cockhead before pulling her head back. Her lips dragged across his skin, the small outlines of his veins felt as she enjoyed the act.

Again she lowered her head to take him in then pulled back. She heard Brad's staggered breaths and knew he was close and this excited her further. One more time she engulfed then sucked on him, a hand digging into her back as he fought the urge to cum.

Though she would have liked to continue, Nikki knew she couldn't torment him any longer and held her mouth over his cockhead and sucked on it. Within seconds the first drops of cum spilled into her mouth followed by a larger stream.

Brad held her in place, his orgasm not violent but a warm, pulsing surge flowing through him. His body repeatedly contracted and shot its load into the waiting mouth which drank from his as a straw. The intense feeling had him pumping his hips as his cock slid back and forth between the soft lips wrapped around him.

Over and over he came, Nikki holding her position as she drank his seed, her hand gently pumping up and down to force his streams into her mouth. She could feel him quiver as she drank, his body racked by sensations he hadn't felt in years, his hand pressing harder to keep her in place.

Unlike other orgasms, this one didn't abruptly end. Instead, it trailed off and Brad sank into a fuzzy state, his body wrapped in a warm blanket as it completely relaxed. There was no thudding of his heart in his chest, no twitching of muscles or any of the usual things he would feel. Only total contentment.

Though he was finished, Nikki still held his cock in her mouth, enjoying the change that was coming over it as it returned to its normal, flaccid, state. She gently sucked on him, a few drops of cum finding their way free, the slick surface of his skin sliding easily in her mouth.

When he was almost back to normal she let him fall free then twisted herself so she was lying next to him. The arm behind her lazily moved to lie on her upturned hip but otherwise Brad made no move. Her head resting on his shoulder, she laid an arm across his warm body and closed her eyes, the even sound of his breathing metronomic in its rhythm.

The two stayed like this until an ear shattering growl came from his stomach, waking them both out of their near-sleep state.

Nikki's head shot up at the noise and Brad opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling.

"I take it you're hungry?" she asked, lifting herself on an arm and looking down at him.

"Apparently so," was the reply as Brad slid his hand over her back.

"However," Brad continued as he lifted himself upright, "I need to pay a visit to my neighbor because somebody was a bit noisy last night," he said in an accusing manner while looking at the blonde beauty next to him.

"What can I say? I was enjoying myself," Nikki giggled.

Chuckling with her, Brad leaned down and kissed her head before moving off the bed. Looking down at the lithe body, he still couldn't believe she was here. She epitomized everything that a man could want in a woman and here she was with him.

"What?" those sparkling blue eyes asked.

"Nothing," he replied, turning to get cleaned up before he apologized to his neighbor.

Making himself as presentable as he could and grabbing his keys on the way out, Brad was hit with a gust of warm air as soon as he stepped outside. The difference between the inside of his house and the outside world was startling and he took a breath to adjust. Walking across his yard, he made his way to the opposing house and gave his apologies, Tom getting a chuckle as Brad explained his ill-considered late night swim, though he left out the true details of the situation.

Before he returned, Brad pulled his car into his garage, the heat emanating from it a reminder of things to come in the coming months. Making his way to his bedroom, he heard an odd sound and tracking it down found Nikki blow drying her hair, a towel wrapped around her body.

"Leaving?" he asked, his heart sinking at the thought their time together might be coming to an end.

Turning off the dryer, Nikki asked, "Do you want me to leave?"

Did he want her to leave? Of course not! He wanted to spend days with her, to hold her in his arms, taste her at every opportunity and wake to her glorious smile every morning.

"No," he calmly replied.

Laying the dryer down, Nikki closed the short distance between the two of them and gave Brad a light kiss on the lips.

"Good," she told him, "because I had planned on spending the weekend with you."

Though he had thought that was her plan all along, hearing her say those words lifted his spirits and he wrapped his arms about her, the damp towel cooling him from his quick daytime trip to his neighbor. He dove into those shining blue eyes, their youthful glint holding him for a moment until he dipped his head and kissed her. Nikki responded by holding him, her body pressed firmly against his, their mouths tasting the other.

This embrace didn't last long when she pulled back, telling him, "Go get cleaned up. I'll make us something to eat."

Would the surprises never end? She was a guest in his house and she was going to make him lunch.

"Oh," she added as she left him to brush her hair, "and don't shave. I like a little roughness." She smiled in that knowing way, her words hinting at what might lie ahead.

Shaking his head and grinning, Brad left her and removed his clothes, tossing them on the floor next to his bed before getting his own towel and returning to the bathroom where Nikki was running a brush through her silken hair. Unable to help himself, Brad held her arms and kissed an exposed shoulder, his lips moving along the top of her shoulder before kissing her neck.

Nikki looked in the mirror as he tasted her, watching his head move as she felt his lips kiss her. His touches, as they had always done, found their mark and she closed her eyes as she felt a flicker of warmth grow between her legs. She wanted him to continue, to taste all of her, to feel his tongue slide across her skin but she said nothing, enjoying the moment for what it was.

"I better stop," she heard Brad say, his head lifting free from her, "or we could be here all day." Giving one final kiss on her neck, he turned and prepared his shower, leaving Nikki to finish.

It didn't take him long to get cleaned up, both the thought of being able to spend another day or so with her as well as getting something to eat accelerating his normal, easy pace. The bathroom was empty when he pulled aside the shower curtain, the only reminder Nikki had been there was her brush set off to the side of the sink.

After drying himself, Brad threw on his traditional shorts and t-shirt attire then went to the hallway where turned on the central air conditioner, the first of the season. Taking a few moments to listen for any irregular noises and that cooling air was being provided, he habitually made his way to the kitchen where he stopped dead in his tracks. Casually moving about, her back to him, was Nikki wearing a deep coral bikini and her heels. He could only stare as like the previous night when she appeared in her backless dress, he took in the sight of her stunning womanly form. It wasn't until Nikki turned to get something from the refrigerator that she realized she was being watched and immediately smiled as she saw the look on Brad's face.

"Almost ready," she chirped as she continued preparing their lunch. Her heels clicked lightly on the hard floor and Brad's gaze fell to her exquisite legs which flexed lightly as she moved, then upwards to her incredible ass whose arresting contours were both covered and exposed by her bikini bottom.

Nearly overwhelmed by the vision of beauty before him, it took great effort to stop staring and he made his way to the table which had already been arrayed with what they would need. As if to reinforce how luscious she was, Nikki leaned next to him, her bikini top grazing his arm as she placed a plate in front of him, her breast contained therein trying to force its way out, and gave Brad a light peck on the cheek before lifting herself clear.

Turning in his seat, Brad reached out until his fingers found purchase on her hip and immediately pulled her towards him until she twisted and fell into his lap. Her bubbly giggle was quickly cut short when he kissed her, his arms holding her tight as she adjusted her position. His hands flowed over her supple skin, one going up her back, the other around her hip, his fingers fractionally finding their way under her bikini bottom.

"Someone's feeling frisky," Nikki teased as she pulled back, her soft lips smiling in their patented way.

"More like horny," Brad replied, giving her another kiss.

Going along with his advances for the moment, Nikki moved herself so she was situated more on his thighs then slid a hand down to his lap where she felt the bulge beneath his shorts and squeezed lightly.

"We need to eat," she told him, her fingers gently pulsing against him.

"I know what I want to have," was the reply as his strong arms pulled her against his body. Her breasts pressed into him, their resilient shapes flattening as he held her tight.

Forcing their bodies to separate, Nikki smiled and gave him a light kiss before sliding from his lap. Facing away from him, she ran her fingers under the edge of her bikini bottom and pulled out the edges, Brad watching closely and asking her, "Now who's the spoil sport?"

Nikki turned and grinned, then leaned over, her breasts barely bouncing as her top held them in place, telling him, "I promise we'll spend plenty of time together this weekend," and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

Still watching her move, Brad accepted that he would have to wait, though his mind hummed with the many salacious acts the two of them would perform when they were together. He felt so different with Nikki, as if anything was possible, the late night romp in the pool reminding him how he used to be as he enjoyed the company of this vivacious beauty.

Compared to their recent encounter, the two were cordially reserved as they ate, the need for sustenance outweighing the carnal urges which simmered just below the surface. Though his gaze kept falling to her munificent breasts as they subtly jiggled when she moved, Brad was captivated by the totality of her alluring nature. She was both accessible and not. Carefree yet mature.

When they finished eating the two cleared the table and like she had done to him, Brad pounced on Nikki, pinning her between himself and the kitchen counter. Though he wrapped his arms behind her, her body was bent back as he leaned against her, her arms eventually reaching back to the counter to prop herself up. They kissed much longer than they had that day, tasting one another as their bodies pressed together.

Easing off her, Brad took hold of the strings to her top and fumbled for a moment until he was able to untie them, her top falling away and exposing her shapely breasts to him. Her arms still supporting her, Nikki watched as Brad caressed her bountiful curves. He treated them with reverence, admiring their succulent shapes, his fingers gliding over her creamy skin which was only interrupted by the delicate tips of her nipples and the light-brown circles of her areola.

"How did you get to be so beautiful?" he asked, enamored by the delightful sight in his hands.

"Good genes," Nikki giggled, watching him play with her.

"Let's hear it for Evolution," Brad quipped as he lowered his head and laid a soft kiss on a breast. Cupping her in his hands, he worked his way down until he grazed the soft tip of her nipple which rose above the surface, his unshaven face scraping against her pure skin and leaving behind a pale, pink mark. His tongue danced across her as he suckled, the thumb on his hand sweeping across her other nipple.

The amorous display of attention slowly seeped into Nikki's being as she enjoyed the unbridled act. The tongue flicking over her now sensitive nipple aroused her, the need to satisfy her growing desire ever more in her thoughts, but she reluctantly broke off the encounter when she pulled up on Brad's head.

Taking a moment to lick her lips, she took a breath to clear her head, telling him, "I want to lay out for a bit, if that's okay with you?"

Though he wanted to continue, he couldn't force himself upon her, her angelic face and words shredding any thought he had of taking her here and now.

"Okay," he replied, standing upright. His hands slid down to the gentle sweep of her hips, the small strand of her bikini bottom a tempting target to slip his fingers under. Giving her a quick kiss, he bent over and retrieved her top from the floor, Nikki taking it and adjusting it around her breasts before turning her back and waiting as Brad secured the ends.

When she turned around and smiled her approval, Brad took a step back and commented, "It doesn't matter if you have clothes on or not. Either way, you are simply beautiful."

Unlike in the restaurant, Nikki did blush at his words, her mouth parting as she was caught between a smile and response. Taking a step to close the distance, she snaked her arms behind his neck and gave Brad a light kiss, telling him to come get her in an hour if she didn't return.

"Don't burn," he cautioned, "wouldn't want to spend the rest of my time with a lobster."

Giggling her understanding, Nikki kissed him again then gracefully turned and left the kitchen, Brad having no choice but to admire her exquisite legs, the clicking of her heels on the floor disappearing as she went to the bedroom. Grabbing one of the used towels, her phone, sunglasses and lotion, she removed her heels then went outside where she experienced even more heat and humidity than Brad had that morning.

Watching as she laid out the towel and applied her lotion, Brad had to force himself to wash the dishes and keep busy while the minutes ticked by, time seeming to crawl as he checked to see she didn't stay out in the harsh sun too long. At one point he did see her on her phone, her lips animatedly talking and smiling, her body lying prone and exposed for him to view.

He was cleaning up his bedroom, putting away his clothes and making it look presentable when he heard the back door open and close, an airy gasp heard as Nikki expressed her relief at returning to a more comfortable environment.




Regifting Ch. 02



"It's a bit humid out there," she remarked as she entered the bedroom.

"Oh really?" Brad chuckled. "I would never have noticed," he said, seeing the sheen of perspiration on her body and a few beads of sweat populating her forehead.

"I'm going to get cleaned up," she informed him, stripping out of her bikini and tossing the pieces on to her duffel.

Still getting used to the casual attitude she had when with him, Brad asked, "Need any help?"

Stopping in the doorway and giving him a wink and a smile, she replied, "Not this time."

The sound of water running ended their conversation and while she washed off, Brad finished what he had been doing then went to his laptop where he used the short interlude to add a few lines to his book. It wasn't long before the shower was turned off and he heard Nikki moving about. Finishing his train of thought, he was nearly completed when a hand slid over his shoulder followed by Nikki sliding her way into his lap.

She was naked, her body still warm from the shower yet having a pleasant dewiness as the moisture clung to her skin. Her arrival interrupted him, though the stoppage was not unwelcome.

"I need your help," she told him in a slightly girlish voice before giving him a quick kiss.

"Oh really?" Brad's hands found their place on her leg and hip, pulling her incrementally closer as her breasts brushed his chest.

"Uh huh, and I think you'll like it," she continued, the tone of her voice now more coy.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, thoughts about what she had planned whizzing back and forth in fleeting instances.

"I need you to put lotion on me," she told him, a kiss to the cheek reinforcing her request.

Now this was something he didn't mind doing. His hands sliding over her, he kissed her, her hands toying with his hair as they embraced. With one final peck Nikki slid from his legs and waited as he saved his work then escorted him to his bedroom where she lay on the bed next to a bottle of lotion.

Waiting until she was comfortable, Brad opened the bottle and squeezed a small glob on to each shoulder before spreading the creamy liquid into her skin. Around and around his hands went, his fingers pressing down to give her a small massage as she lay still.

Down her back he went, applying a bit more lotion, Nikki cooing her contented state as Brad rubbed the small of her back. Then the part he had been looking forward to. Putting two small drops on each cheek of her ass, he placed his hands on the upturned curves and slid them down to where they met the back of her thigh and pulled back. The taut ass in has hands shimmied from the friction but instantly snapped back into place when he removed his hands.

He repeated this several times, Nikki not saying a word or moving as he took pleasure in feeling one of her most enticing features as well as watching how it reacted to his touches. Moving to her legs, he was enthralled at how smooth they were, their athletic lengths a sight in their own right.

He took his time running his hands over each leg, mainly so he could admire them for as long as possible. He gave each one a kiss, her skin just as soft as elsewhere. He was sorely tempted to nibble on the back of her leg, remembering how ticklish she was, but her relaxed form kept him in check.

Instead, he returned to her ass, sliding his hands over and around it, slipping to her hips then back again. What was it about it that he couldn't stop touching it? He was mesmerized by everything about it, his attention almost fixated on the wonderful sight of its bare curves.

As he toyed with her, Nikki opened her legs a few inches but otherwise not reacting to him. Taking that as a sign, Brad slid his hand down the inside of her leg, coming into contact with the edge of her pussy, the small tuft of hair she had scraping against his finger.

He pressed into her, his fingers kneading her body, Nikki still lying motionless on the bed. He couldn't resist and leaned over to kiss her, the act kindling in him a memory from many years ago. Without asking he gently pulled apart her cheeks and first kissed, then licked, her puckered hole. Immediately he felt Nikki relax, allowing him to pull her further apart and dig his tongue into her, this time a soft breath heard as he flicked across her.

Continuing, his tongue barely grazed her skin as his hands held her open, her body reacting by flexing in and out. He wet his tongue and pressed it into her, Nikki gasping and lifting her ass off the bed.

"Lick me," she moaned, her head twisting to see him kneeling next to her, his face buried in her ass.

Faster his tongue went, roughly scraping her skin then barely touching it. Without meaning to, he pressed the tip of a finger into her while trying to change his grip to keep her open.

"Uhhhh!" was all he heard, Nikki's reaction to his intrusion a sharp contraction before she returned to her more relaxed state.

Applying more pressure, his finger pierced her body, her anal ring cinching tight around the forced intrusion.

"In my bag," she gasped, a hand pushing aside her tousled hair as she watched.

"What?" Brad asked, caught up in what he was doing.

"In my bag," she repeated, "there's a tube." Her voice had an urgency to it, her shallow breaths adding to her request.

Leaving her, Brad opened her bag and found a few items of clothes and personal effects, but also came across a vibrator before finding the tube she had mentioned. He didn't say anything about what he had seen as he returned to her side.

"Put your finger in," she told, licking her lips in anticipation of what she wanted.

Twisting off the top, Brad applied a small dollop to his finger and as he took hold of her ass, Nikki reached around with her opposite hand and held herself open. Taking care not push too hard, Brad placed his finger at her presented hole and wiggled it around to make sure she was coated before he applied pressure. In the blink of an eye his finger was inside her, Nikki's body relaxing as her anal muscles clamped around him.

Staring slowly, he pushed and pulled his hand, the lube quickly coating the passage and allowing him to slide easily back and forth.

Her hands now curled under her chin, her eyes closed, Nikki breathed through her mouth, occasionally swallowing as Brad pushed into her. The expression on her face changed with each passing moment, from intense concentration to relaxed joy.

"A bit harder," she told him, adjusting her legs and lowering her back so her ass pointed higher in the air.

Kissing her upturned cheek, Brad pushed and pulled more forcefully, his finger disappearing to the webbing of his hand before being almost completely removed.

The excitement of this act harkened back to his time with Casey and aroused him. Out of nowhere he felt something on his leg and looked to see Nikki's hand reaching for him. Her fingers wormed their way under his shorts, almost desperately searching for him.

Adjusting his stance, the tension of his shorts relaxed enough that her hand found and latched on to his bulging cock, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She tried to pump him but the awkward angle of her bent body allowed only a stilted effort.

"Do you want me?" he heard her ask.

"Yes," he replied, his voice caught for a moment as her hand slid over him.

Yanking her hand free, Nikki lifted herself on all fours before looking back at him. She didn't say anything, her eyes telling him everything she didn't say.

Carefully pulling his finger from her, Brad tore off his clothes and settled in behind her, admiring the ass he had been fingering. Grabbing the tube of lube, he coated his pulsing cock and holding it tight, pressed it against her. Leaning in, he felt Nikki pushing back and a moment later his cockhead forced its way beyond her anal ring. In he went, the tightness of her muscles almost too constricting yet compelling him to go deeper.

Nikki moaned and her arms flexed, her body dropping slightly as her ass was taken.

"Easy," she hissed, regaining her stance and looking at him.

"Sorry," Brad apologized, holding his position as she adjusted to him.

He could feel her contracting and relaxing around him, her enveloping warmth holding him.

"Okay," she told him. She watched him as he began to move his hips, her own body moving away then back as they developed a rhythm.

"Like that?" Brad asked, trying not to concentrate on how tight she was as his cock slipped in and out.

"Yeah," was the reply. "A little slower." She turned her head away and closed her eyes, focusing on how his cock felt as it pistoned back and forth.

Taming his pace, Brad took his time, his cock scraping against her hole as it was pushed and pulled. As he continued he could feel her relax, the interesting sensation of the slippery shaft fixing his attention for a time.

"Uhhh," Nikki cooed, "that feels good." Though he couldn't see it, she smiled, enjoying how he felt inside her. She took deep breaths, letting herself be taken away by the raw throbbing created by being fucked in the ass. Her spine tingled when Brad pushed himself in, the continual pumping in and out setting a smoldering flame alight in her pussy.

Rhythmically Brad pushed himself in, listening to the airy breaths of the blonde goddess before him as their desires fed off one another. A memory of Casey flashed before him, her sharp calls as he took her reinforcing his previous thoughts about what he wanted to do to Nikki. He wanted to hear those same mewling calls from Nikki, to hear her cry out, to take control of her and have his way with her.

Sliding a hand down her back, he increased his pace, his hips slapping against her upturned ass, the grunted pants growing louder as he breathed. Her tightness slid across his shaft with each stroke, its constriction keeping him hard as he pumped harder. With both hands he pressed down her shoulders, Nikki lowering herself to the bed and turning her head as he held her down, her body jerking as Brad drove himself into her.

Unable to maintain his position, Brad rose and mounted her at a more downward angle. He breathed hard as he did, driven to hear her melodious squeals as she came, his body's desire to release itself taking hold.

"Uh, uh, uh," he heard her grunt, his own unintelligible sounds mixing with hers as he sawed at her upturned ass. His balls ached as his cock flashed in and out, the bed bouncing up and down as his near frenetic pace consumed him.

With a sharp, husky groan Brad shot himself into her waiting hole, her walls coated by the creamy streams of cum. This release only served to inflame him and he pounded his orgasm into her, Nikki pinned between he and the bed, her breaths forced from her each time his weight slammed into her.

Nikki howled, her hands grasping at the sheets as her turn to climax blasted through her. Her eyes shot open as she came, her mouth alternately gulping for air and sealing tight as she whimpered her release. Over and over her body was compressed as Brad's cock was driven deep, each time her body trembling as it was racked with the ecstatic pleasure of pain.

Stuttering to a stop, Brad sucked for air, his cock embedded in Nikki's ass as he caught his breath. His muscles quivered as he hovered over her, his mouth dry as he panted. Slowly, with due care, he withdrew from her, both momentarily moaning when he popped free. Unable to stand, he collapsed in slow motion beside her, Nikki rolling to her side and curling her body against him. The two figures were silent, each lost in their own world as they lay together.

"You alright?" Brad mumbled some time later, his sore body causing him to wince as he lifted up on an elbow.

"Uh huh," was the quiet reply. Slowly, deliberately, Nikki turned to face him before snuggling closer and lying her head on his arm.

Brad leaned over and wistfully kissed her cheek, a faint smile gracing her soft lips as he pulled back. He swept his fingers through her satiny hair, the light strands slipping through his grasp in response.

"I'll be back," he told her as he extricated himself, giving her another light kiss and padding his way to the bathroom. Returning, he found Nikki still lying on her side, her body not quite as curled as when he had left her. She opened her eyes and smiled when he returned to the bed, moving to embrace him, her hand sliding down his body to touch him.

"That was unexpected," she said out of the blue.

Brad chuckled and pulled her tighter. "Yes it was."

Each was lost in their own thoughts as they held one another when Brad asked her, "Why did you come back?"

The question caught Nikki off guard and she raised her head to look at him.

"What do you mean?" she queried, brushing some hair from her face as she sat up on her hip to look at him.

Adjusting his position, Brad asked again, "Why did you come back?"

As she had done those years ago when she had debated whether to ask a favor of him, Nikki looked down, absentmindedly scratching at the bed sheet before telling him, "I missed you."



Regifting Ch. 03



Brad didn't know how to respond to her. That she was admitting she had missed him all these years wasn't what he had expected.

"What do you mean, you missed me?" he carefully questioned.

Without looking at him, Nikki slid against him and laid her head on his shoulder to get comfortable as she prepared her response.

"I missed you," she repeated. Her hand crossed his chest, feeling the rough hair in her fingers. "I liked being with you and wanted to see you again."

Still unsure what to say, Brad joked, "So it wasn't about the free drinks?"

Nikki laughed, lifting her head to give him a peck on the cheek before settling back against him.

"Well that too," she chuckled, "but I wanted to spend more time with you. More than just an afternoon."

As did he. Though her appearance on his doorstep was an unexpected pleasure, from the moment he saw her he had the same thought.

"You were different," she continued, telling him, "you made me feel . . . special."

"What if I had said no?" Brad asked, rubbing a hand on her back and mulling her words.

Nikki took a breath as she pondered.

"I probably would have felt like an idiot and been pissed at myself."

Brad laughed at her honesty and squeezed her, Nikki joining in the laughter afterwards. Twisting himself, he leaned down and kissed her, pulling her tight as she kissed him back.

"So," he said after a moment, "do you have anything planned for this evening? I don't know about you, but this old guy is a bit tired."

Though it was only approaching the evening hour, the events of the day had sapped his energy and at that moment all he wanted to do was stay in bed and hold her.

Nikki sighed as she sat up.

"No, nothing specific planned though if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of something." Carefully she scooted across the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom where she closed the door.

Smiling, though not laughing, Brad eased off the bed and pulled on his shorts then headed to the kitchen where he rummaged for something to eat. A short time later Nikki appeared beside him robed in an oversized, logo-emblazoned t-shirt.

"Do you have any idea how sexy it is when you look like that?"

Smiling, Nikki quickly nodded her head and replied, "Uh huh!"

Rolling his eyes, Brad turned and held her, the soft, feminine being in his arms an otherworldly delight.

"How about we kick back the rest of the night?" Nikki asked, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Old age catching up with you?" joked Brad.

A faux gasp of shock, a slap on the arm and Nikki wiggled free from his grasp. Looking at him from a short distance away, she waited a few moments before coming back, telling him, "Let's relax and see where things go."

"Fine by me," replied Brad as he returned to preparing their evening meal.

"So," Nikki said, sitting down in a chair at the table, "what are you making me?"

Brad looked at her, first with wide eyes at her question, then realizing she was teasing him.

"Well, madame," he replied, bowing in her direction, "if you have any suggestions, I would be most honored to accommodate your request."

It took her a moment to stop giggling at the exaggerated display, but when she did Nikki asked, "Could you turn down the a/c? I'm a bit chilly." As if to emphasize her point, she crossed her arms in front of her which lifted up her breasts and either deliberately or unintentionally, showed her nipples standing out beneath her shirt.

Grinning, Brad went to the hallway and hit the 'Off' button, the house going quiet as the streams of cooling air disappeared.

"Better?" he asked when he returned to the kitchen.

Nikki nodded and smiled her approval.

Taking a few minutes to figure out what they would have, Brad laid out a meal which the two consumed in no time, their appetites much stronger than they had suspected. They sat at the table after they finished, sipping on the wine Brad had procured from his limited supply.

"Now I'm tired," Nikki commented when they cleared the last of the dishes from the table.

"So that means I'm safe for the rest of the night?" Brad joked.

Giving him a playful slap on the shoulder, Nikki kissed him then, in a soft voice, told him, "Maybe."

Brad smirked and lightly patted her backside as she turned and left the kitchen. After taking time to put some things away, he found Nikki seated on the couch watching tv.

"Anything good on?" he asked as he sat down beside her.

Reflexively leaning against him, Nikki told him to lie down. Brad followed her command and moments later found himself sandwiched between her and the couch, his arm snaked between the divide of her breasts.

"Comfortable?" he asked, making some final adjustments until her body was nested perfectly against his.

"Uh huh," she answered as she held the arm holding her.

It didn't take long for the two of them to nod off, the warmth of their bodies and their recent activities overriding any attempt to remain awake. Though the tv was on all night, the two slept soundly, the morning light filtering into the room eventually nagging them to open their eyes.

"Morning," Nikki offered as she stretched before turning to face Brad. She buried her head in his shoulder, her body comfortably warm and relaxed and not wanting to move.

"Morning," Brad mumbled, trying to do his own stretches but hindered by the feminine form lying against him. "You hungry?" he asked, rubbing her back, his hand traveling down until it met her ass peeking out from under her shirt before bringing it back up to her shoulder.

"I guess," was the muffled reply, the lithe body moving until it was more firmly pressed against him.

Remembering something she had said to him late Friday night, he suppressed his smile and told her, "You need to move if we're going to eat."

Grumbling her response, Nikki lifted her head and pushed back her disheveled hair, forcing herself to smile as her eyes adjusted to the soft light in the room.

"Don't we look wonderful," Brad joked with her, kissing her forehead before she dropped it back on his shoulder.

Though he wasn't entirely displeased at the arrangement, his stomach hurt and he knew it was only a matter of time before the evil growl would rear its ugly head and force the issue. As she was an inert form, he snaked his arm down her back until his hand felt the top of that glorious ass and extending his finger, wiggled it against her puckered hole.

"Hey!" Nikki called out, her head snapping up to look at him. She didn't move, feeling his touches increase and decrease as he played with her.

"What?" was the innocent reply.

In response, the previously inert form climbed on top of him, forcing Brad to lie on the couch, lifted the edge of the t-shirt and placed her shorn pussy on top of him. She rested her hands on his shoulders, looking down at him and grinning.

"Already?" asked Brad, his hands lifting the bottom of her shirt so he could feel her sensuous back.

"Maybe," she coyly replied as she began to move her hips in small circles.

Slowly, without too much pressure, her hips moved against him and it wasn't long before the bulge in his shorts became elongated. Leaning down so she covered him, the thin cotton shirt the only thing separating his bare chest from her breasts, she lightly kissed him, his hands having found their way to her now exposed ass.

Taking hold of her presented curves, Brad squeezed them lightly and Nikki giggled, giving him several light kisses as he played with her. With one hand still on her ass, he slid the other up her back, Nikki lying firmly on top of him as he held her. Her supple skin, tinged with the coolness of exposure, was a sublime feeling as he traveled over her. Their legs rested against one another, her toes digging in to his feet, her body softening under his gentle touch.

"Nikki," Brad quietly said when he stopped rubbing her.

"Hmm?" was the sleepy reply.

"We have to eat," he told her, the pain in his stomach balling tighter with each passing minute.

"I don't wanna," she protested, her unmoving form draped on his.

While he didn't want to spoil the mood, he was hungry and holding her tight, rolled them together until she was on the bottom and almost falling off the edge of the couch. The movement had the desired effect and Nikki held him, her quiescent demeanor changed to alertness as they switched positions.

"You're a meanie," she joked with him, her arms entwined behind his neck.

"I'm the adult, remember?" Brad joked, giving her a kiss then climbing off her. Making his way to the kitchen, he pulled out what would be needed and started to make their breakfast. A short time later he heard Nikki half-stumble into a seat at the table and turning, saw her hunched over, barely awake, form looking back at him.

"Rough night?" he jokingly asked, taking a moment from his preparations to muse over her condition.

Tossing the hair from her face, Nikki forced a smile and extended her arms to signal he should come closer. When he was close enough, Nikki wrapped her arms about his waist and leaned her head against his hip. Unsure what to do, Brad ran his fingers through her golden strands, their cool, silken nature causing a continuous combing action on his part.

Lifting her heard, Nikki stared for a moment at the still-visible bulge in his shorts and rubbed her hand against it. Her fingers splayed across the ridge and down the sides, pressing more firmly against the warm swelling, her eyes lazily watching herself play with him.

Brad said nothing as he looked down at the display, his body slowing responding to her touch. Though he was hungry, there was something oddly captivating watching her hand slide over him and feeling his body's reaction. He didn't interrupt her, letting her do what she wanted, noticing her gaze was focused on what she was doing. Curling her fingers, she lightly dragged her short nails over the material of his shorts, the jittery sensations stimulating him further.

With one final squeeze of her hand, Nikki lifted her head from him and sat back in the chair.

"That's it?" he asked, somewhat disappointed she had stopped.

"For now," she told him, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.

Smirking, Brad finished their breakfast and the two, like the night before, practically inhaled the meal as their bodies sought sustenance, with each having seconds.

While Nikki helped Brad clean the dishes, she noticed him occasionally reaching down to scratch himself.

"You alright?" she asked, looking down to emphasize her question.

"Just a bit itchy," Brad told her.

Grinning, Nikki said nothing until the two had finished when she told him she'd give him a 'touch up' from Friday night.

"You really like being shaved, don't you?" he queried.

Nodding, Nikki replied, "It just feels better, for me at least, especially when I was playing tennis, and I've just kept it."

Snuggling up against him, she continued, "Do you mind?"

Lazily slipping his arms behind her and resting his hands in the small of her back, Brad replied, "Not at all."

The two lightly kissed, Nikki pressing herself into him, her breasts compressed between their bodies as they embraced in the kitchen. Taking hold of his hand, she led him back to the bedroom where she removed his shorts and positioned him on the bed, using the same towel as before. Brad relaxed, his full stomach adding to his comfortable repose on the bed, and let Nikki take control. With a deft touch she shaved him, cupping and moving his balls as needed, instructing him to move forward until he was almost falling off the bed.

With one hand she pushed back on a leg while running the shaver down, much further down than she had gone before.

"Easy," Brad warned her. He was already getting hard from her hand moving and pulling him this way and that, his body now reacting to the light vibrations so close to a sensitive spot adding to his state. 

Without saying a word Nikki continued shaving him, the normally hairy part of his body turned smooth minutes later. Running her fingers over his nude skin, she gave him a gentle poke which caused Brad to instantly pull back then sit up.

His hands supporting him on the edge of the bed, Brad looked at her as she sat back on her heels, her hands resting on her legs extending from under her shirt and giving him an innocent smile.

"Come here," he told her, waiting as she lifted herself off the floor and stood before him.

Taking hold of her hips, Brad closed his legs and guided her forward until she was sitting on his thighs, her arms draped loosely behind his neck. His hands caressed her back then slid over her arms, his head leaning to the side to kiss her forearm.

As if sensing his thoughts, Nikki kissed his cheek, her lips moving to his neck, then his shoulder. Her body shifted forward on his legs, her shirt almost in contact with his erection. She held him tighter, her lips continuing to kiss him, her face scraped by the stubble on his face.

The intermittent contact of her shirt against his dick toyed with Brad, his concentration going from the feeling of his hands as they touched her and the titillating caresses against his aroused state. 

Reaching behind her, Brad dug his hands under her ass and lifted, Nikki rising enough for him to move forward and guide her on top of him. Carefully sinking on to his shaft, she adjusting herself in his lap.

"Can you move back a bit?" she quietly asked, placing another kiss on his lips.

With a bit of wiggling and squirming, Brad maneuvered himself so he was sitting comfortably on the bed during which time Nikki was able to wrap her legs behind him.

"Better?" Brad asked, pulling her forward to alter how she was positioned on him.

Nodding with a smile, Nikki stripped off her shirt and resumed kissing him, their mouths tasting one another as they explored a new found sexual delight. Though unable to move much, the permanent contact against her combined with the small motions of their bodies led to Nikki's body wanting more of him.

"Lean back," she told him in between their kisses, her hands gently pushing on his shoulders.

As she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, Brad lowered himself on to the bed with Nikki following him part of the way down. She placed her hands next to his head, her body hovering over his as she moved her hips in circles around the cock inside her.

Unable to lie still and watch, Brad swept his hands over her back, feeling the sleek outline of her body as her measured motions ground against him.

"Feel good?" he casually asked, more enamored with the alluring expression on her face than what she was doing.

"Uh huh," Nikki cooed, lowering her head and slightly changing her stance. Her silken hair partially obscured her face but the breathy sounds Brad heard left no doubt she was finding the right spot to rub his cock against.

Both of his hands took hold of her breasts, his fingers habitually squeezing her nipples and a deep exhale escaped from her lips. He squeezed harder and Nikki raised her head, her eyes pressed shut, mouth partially open through which she took several short breaths before Brad released his hold and she relaxed.

"Suck on me," she breathed, lowering her body so a breast rubbed across his lips.

Without a second thought Brad kissed the presented nipple then opened his mouth and drew her to him, his mouth comfortably puckered as he pressed against her, his arms wrapped behind her and pulling her down.

"Harder," she told him, her motions more deliberate and forceful as she rocked back and forth.

Sucking harder, Brad flicked his tongue across her nipple, sometimes firmly, sometimes barely grazing it. Nikki's pants grew louder, a gasp now and then piercing the air as she rode him, her pussy scraping up and down his shaft as she sought to release herself. Sitting upright, she yanked her breast free then sat down fully so he was as deep inside her as he could get. Her hands grabbed hold of her breasts and pulled hard on her nipples, her sensual expression of arousal captivating to watch.

Brad's hands rested on her tense thighs, her muscles contracting and relaxing as her body moved on top of him. He wanted to hold her, to take her in his arms and feel her body against his, her supple breasts pressed against his chest as he took her. Pulling on her waist, Nikki fell forward, catching herself on outstretched arms but Brad continued to pull her down, their mouths meeting in a firm embrace and devouring one another.

His hips rose and fell as he fucked her, their lips parting as they breathed, her breasts rubbing against his chest as their passions took hold. A hand went to her lower back and held her tight while the other drifted across her shoulders.

Nikki rode him, her head buried on his shoulder as their bodies found a rhythm. Unlike their first encounter, there was no hurry to finish. Each took pleasure from the other, feeling the pulsing tempo as his dick slid in and out while her body moved back and forth.

His need to have her took hold and he let Nikki rise off him. Her knees sank into the bed beside his waist as she sat back, her hands against his chest as her breasts lightly bounced in response to their motions. She worked with him, rising and falling as he thrust up and down. Moment by moment their pace increased, their breaths becoming more pronounced while their carnal sounds grew stronger.

"I want you," Nikki hissed, her head bent low as she peered into his eyes.

Her comment spurred Brad on, his body taking control as he fucked her harder, her body springing off him as he drove his cock into her. Wanting more, he pulled her tight against him, wrapped his arms about her and with little effort rolled her on to her back, looming over her for a few moments as the two readjusted to their new positions.

Her knees raised and spread for him, Nikki held on to his arms as Brad pumped his cock into her upturned pussy. Sloppy, wet sounds were heard as he fucked her, her body springing back after each downstroke, her hands gripping his arms harder as she was taken.

Licking her lips, Nikki implored him, "Faster," her eyes closing as she felt her time approaching.

Brad grunted as his pace increased, his breaths now coming from behind clenched teeth. With one hand under her back and the other clenching her hair, he drove himself into her. Nikki whimpered as she breathed, her own hands beginning to claw his skin as the fire between her legs grew. Panting, her face flush as her wish was fulfilled, her body tensed and she let out a throaty groan when her orgasm took hold. Her body bucked as she lost control, her airy gasps soon joined by Brad's overwhelming moans. Their sounds filled the room, Brad nearly growling as the pain of his release went on and on and on. 

Slowly the moment passed and the frantic pace came to a stop. Nikki was overcome by a calmness and sank into the bed, Brad coming to rest on top of her in a similar state. Their warm breaths echoed in each others ears, the beating of their hearts competing with the other as they recovered.

As his dick softened and slipped from her wet embrace, Brad slid to her side and lay still. Slowly Nikki rolled towards him and swung her leg across his leg, her body absorbing his warmth as she nestled against him. The spent forms lay together for a time until Brad cracked an eye open and saw the quiet, angelic face of Nikki inches from his. He half-heartedly grinned as he looked at her, more because of the serene look of calmness upon her face than anything else.

Though he hadn't moved, Nikki fluttered her eyes open and saw him looking at her, her first reaction a smile then a labored effort to give him a kiss.

"Hi," she said, her voice almost caught as she spoke.

"Hi," was all Brad said, just being with her saying all that needed to be said.




Regifting Ch. 03



Cautiously lifting herself on her arm, Nikki stretched, her breasts jutting forward as Brad watched. As soon as she was done she flopped down next to him, her body relaxed as the two rested. 

It wasn't too long before her perky voice announced, "Let's get cleaned up," and she sat upright.

"Mrph," was all Brad could muster as his tired body refused his efforts to come fully awake.

Lightly smacking his thigh, Nikki crawled off the bed and stood over him.

"It's getting late," she told him.

Grumbling, Brad finally forced himself to move and looking at the clock saw it was already late morning. Rolling his head to the side, he looked at the exquisite form standing next to him and reached out with his hand to take hold of hers, Nikki smiling as she waited for him to move.

As if to urge him on, Nikki leaned over and told him, "Come on, let's go. I promise you won't have to worry until tonight," and gave him a peck on the lips.

Lightly laughing, Brad rolled out of bed and followed her to the bathroom where she ran the water until warm. Checking to see that their towels from yesterday were nearby, Brad entered the shower and found Nikki standing under the watery streams. She smiled when she opened her eyes and pressed her body against his as she kissed him.

"Now you can help me," she told him, remembering his question from the other day.

Still tired from their morning romp, Brad's spirit did perk up a bit when she handed him a washcloth and soap. Making sure he had a good lather, he switched positions with her and turned the water down to a trickle. Turning her around, he started with her shoulders, running the wet, soapy cloth down her arms then back up to scrub her back. He applied firm pressure, Nikki's body flexing as the cloth moved over her.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at Brad, momentarily watching as his attention was focused on washing the delectable curves of her ass. Realizing he was being watched, he glanced up and gave her a quick smile, his hand moving in circles as he made sure to scrub every inch of her exposed skin.

"Having fun?" she joked, twisting herself to look down as Brad knelt to wash her legs.

"A bit," he replied, looking up and pausing for a moment. As if to tease her, he reached up and attempted to squeeze her ass, his fingers barely able to gain traction against the soapy flim. Initially thwarted, he resumed scrubbing a leg but left his hand rest on the rounded pleasure, sliding it across the previously smooth surface now coated in small goose bumps. Before he stood he deliberately slid his thumb between her divide, the taut muscles of Nikki's ass clenching against his finger to momentarily hold it in place.

As he stood, Nikki giggled and turned to face him, her arms instinctively wrapping behind his neck as she kissed him.

"I thought I'm supposed to be washing you," Brad joked when his lips were free to move.

"You are," she told him, her blue eyes dancing with mirth. A hand went to his face and a finger dragged across his two day growth of stubble, the sandpaper-like friction stuttering the movement. Letting her arms down, Nikki took a half-step back and waited for Brad to finish.

Starting again at the top, Brad worked his way down, swirling the cloth over, under and around her breasts which bounced to his ministrations. Not wasting the opportunity, he cupped one with his free hand, the slick surface sliding easily beneath his hand as he swept it across her nipple.

"Found something to play with?" she casually asked.

Grinning, he answered, "For the moment."

Moving down her body, he again knelt before her and washed her clean, his hand sweeping across the nearly nude triangle between her legs before standing and letting her move under the shower. The blast of water shot a spray of soap into the air before Nikki turned this way and that to rinse herself clean. Brad watched from the back of the shower, almost leering as the young, nubile body seemingly put itself on display for his pleasure. The water spilled over her exquisite form, waterfall-like cascades falling from her breasts as she stood with her back to the water.

Once rinsed clean, Nikki picked up the second washcloth and performed the same ritual on him as he had done to her. Though nowhere near recovered, she wrapped her fingers around his slick dick and slid them back and forth, grinning as he looked at her play with him.

"You know nothing's going to happen for a while?" he asked, letting her continue if only because it felt good.

"Uh huh," she quipped, giving him a playful peck. As she continued, she used her other hand to run the washcloth over those parts of his body she could reach. When she could do no more, she let go of his dick and knelt to finish his legs then turned him around and started from the bottom up.

When she came to his ass she slipped a finger between his cheeks and wiggled it against him, Brad's hips jerking forward at her touch.

"Getting a little personal, aren't we?" he asked as he turned his head to look at her.

"Just playing," she told him. "Besides, if you did it to me, I should be able to do it to you."

Almost before her words finished crossing her lips Brad's heart skipped a beat or two. Though he had done it to her, and Casey twice, the idea of it being done to him was foreign. He had never considered it and with one exception, the women of his past had never offered.

He didn't say a word as he turned away from her and let her finish, the warm spray of water rinsing him clean also relaxing him.

Without further ado the two finished with Nikki telling him he should shave as he was rougher than she expected. While Brad took care of this bit, Nikki dried herself and applied lotion to her skin, the sound of the hair dryer mixing in for a time, and by the time Brad was done she was back to her polished self.

"So how does it feel?" she asked out of nowhere while Brad dried himself

"How does what feel?" he replied, unsure of the point of her question.

"This," she said as she came up to him and cupped his nude ball sack. With a light touch she jiggled him in her hand, the skin having a texture of very soft, thin leather.

"Oh," Brad answered, standing still as she pressed her hand gently against him and rubbed in small circles. "It's different, that's for sure!"

He wasn't kidding. The sensation of being devoid of hair where it had once been for decades gave him a sense of lightness, an almost airy feeling which didn't seem odd.

The two giggled as Nikki continued for a few more moments then left him to finish. Stepping from the bathroom he was confronted by another of those sights which made him stop in his tracks. Her back to him, Nikki was partially bent over as she slipped on the bottom half of a different bikini, this time a French blue color. He couldn't be sure, but it looked to him as if this pair was cut more narrow, diving between her cheeks such that her already magnificent ass was enhanced even more.

As she bent over to retrieve her top out of her duffel, she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye and turned her head, giving him a quick smile before continuing. From this angle her breasts hung free, their normally teardrop shape elongated until she stood and covered them with the top.

Taking a moment to adjust herself, she came up to Brad and turned around, telling him, "Would you mind?"

"Do I have to?" he joked, his arms snaking under hers which held her top to her breasts, his hands coming to rest on hers.

"Yes," Nikki giggled as his lips kissed her neck. "I'm going outside for a bit and while you wouldn't mind, I do."

Despite their time together, Brad just then realized that for all her carefree demeanor, she had her limits and going topless in public was one of them. Sliding his hands back, he secured her top, making sure the straps were lying flat before turning away from her to complete his morning routine.

"You okay?" Nikki asked, a look nearing concern on her face.

"Yeah, why?"

"You turned away so quickly."

With a small snort, Brad told her, "If I didn't, I'd be hypnotized with a stupid look on my face as I stared at your ass while you walked away."

Laughing heartily, Nikki went to him and gave him a kiss on his now shaven face before returning to her items and putting on her heels.

"Now what?" he asked, looking at this display despite his most recent statement not to.

"Just giving you something else to stare at for a bit." Her smile, while captivating, had a lecherous undertone, as if she enjoyed teasing him.

As he watched, she gracefully turned on the balls of her feet, her elegant legs elongated further as she stood in her shoes. Taking several steps one way, she turned then walked back the other way, watching his eyes follow her as she paraded for him.

Shaking his head, Brad rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief that such an extraordinary young woman was with him. When he next looked, Nikki was again bent over, her her glorious ass presented to him as she picked up her phone, sunglasses and retrieved her towel before, with one last knowing grin to him, left the room. He heard the clicking of her heels on his kitchen floor and the back door opening and closing, leaving him alone in the now quiet house.

Quickly finishing, Brad threw on a pair of swim trunks and grabbing his towel, went to his back yard where Nikki was lying in the blazing sun talking on her phone. She acknowledged him with a wave but continued talking, Brad only able to make out a few words as he passed by.

Dropping his towel near the steps, he entered the water, which felt warmer than the last time he was in, and began making his laps. Though it had been a few days, he quickly found his rhythm and took his time, more concerned with form than speed. When done, he sat on the edge of the pool at the shallow end and caught his breath. Glancing over, he saw Nikki was lying prone, her relaxed form soaking up the rays of the sun. Fortunately for both of them the humidity didn't seem as bad as before and he re-entered the water, enjoying the coolness as it swirled around him.

Taking a deep breath, he dove to the deepest part of the pool and held station at the bottom, the pressure on his ears equalizing after a few moments. He stayed there, unmoving, his body almost perfectly suspended until his air began to run out. With a firm push of his feet he surfaced, taking a deep breath to clear his lungs and found Nikki sitting on the edge at the far end, her feet dangling in the water.

With a few strong strokes he propelled himself towards her until his feet found purchase and just like in the movies, he rose from the water and walked towards her.

"Damn you look good!" Nikki squealed, her face lighting up as his wet body glistened in the afternoon sun.

Both appreciating the compliment and somewhat embarrassed by it, Brad sloshed through the water until he finally met up with her. Without asking, Nikki parted her legs and he slipped between them, her hands pulling him close so she could lean down and kiss him.

They had just gotten started when Brad stopped and pulled back.

"What?" she asked, confused by his reaction.

He wasn't sure how to tell her that though he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, in the back of his mind there was the issue of what his neighbors might say if they saw the two of them together. It was one thing to take her out to dinner where people he didn't know would see them and assume he was either a sugar daddy or she a golddigger, or both, but it was quite another what people he knew and talked with on a regular basis might think.

"You know how you said a while ago I might appreciate you going topless outside but you wouldn't?" Brad began.

Nikki nodded.

"Well this is my topless moment," he told her and looked over to Tom's house.

Looking where he was, Nikki soon grasped his meaning with a short, "Oh."

"I'm sorry," was the sheepish apology.

"Just so we're clear," Nikki started, her hand lying on his as it rested on her thigh, "you don't have a problem with me being out here in a skimpy bathing suit or swimming with you, but you don't want to be seen kissing me?"

Even to Brad it didn't make sense. Why should one way be okay but not another? He said nothing for several moments as he worked through the disconnect between the two scenarios: why was it alright to be seen with her, her car having been parked outside for the entire weekend, but not been seen kissing her? Perhaps a better question might be, were his neighbors even looking? It was the day before the Fourth and for all he knew they were on vacation and not even around.

With a short inhale he said, "Fuck it," and stepped forward to kiss her before she could say anything. As they kissed, Nikki hooked her ankles behind him, holding him in place, and rested her arms on his still damp but warming shoulders.

After their brief moment he apologized again, telling her, "Sorry for being this way. I'm still trying to wrap my head around you."

Nikki laughed and gave him a quick peck on the lips before leaning back on her arms and looking at him. Her body blazed in the direct sunlight, the dark color of her bikini standing out against her skin. She didn't say anything for a time, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses though her mouth was twisted in a small grin as she looked at him. Lifting herself upright, her legs squeezing against him for leverage, she draped her arms over him and said, "I have a better idea."

"Uh oh," Brad jokingly said, his hands sliding up her legs to hold her waist, a finger or two slipping inside the waist of her bikini bottom.

"It's not bad," she teased, giving him another quick kiss. "How about instead of you trying to wrap your head around me, I wrap my legs around your head?"

The boldness which Nikki portrayed was almost startling and for a moment Brad froze. He knew what he heard, and considering the way things had so far gone it shouldn't have surprised him, but it was the way she casually made the remark that gave him a moments pause. Though he couldn't see her eyes, his own squinting under the harsh light of the day, he knew they were whirling with delightful mischief.

"Now?" he asked, squeezing her hips.

Looking left and right before she spoke, Nikki grinned, telling him, "It could be fun but I don't want to disturb your neighbors. Again." She laughed at the last remark, remembering how only days before the two had nearly been caught fooling around in the pool.

Now it was Brad's turn to have an evil thought.

"What if I knew of a way to make it happen right now?"

Nikki cocked her head while looking at him, wondering if he was being serious.

"How?" she asked, curious as to what he had in mind.

"See that shed over my shoulder?" he told her.

Nikki looked and seconds later her face lit up in a smile as she understood what he had in mind.

"Really?"

Nodding his head, Brad quipped, "Yup."

Almost squealing, Nikki hugged him, giving him several kisses on the neck and lips. As she did, his fingers slipped further inside her bikini bottom until both his hands were nearly inside.

"Mr. Sanderson," she breathed in affected surprise, "you are being very forward."

"Says the lady who just offered to wrap her legs around my head."

The two had a hearty laugh together, the recent hesitation on his part completely forgotten, his hands now sweeping up her back to pull her forward while she inched herself closer to the edge of the pool. Moments later Brad stopped and breaking free from her legs, slid beneath the water. Taking hold of a dangling foot, he wiggled his tongue against her toes, Nikki immediately yanking herself from his grasp.

Rising from the water, he grinned at her, satisfied with the reaction. Nikki was now standing, looking down at him, her own face lit up in a smile as she awaited his exit from the pool.

Taking the steps out of the pool, Brad picked up his the towel and dried himself then taking Nikki by the hand, led her to his shed. The unlit interior was warm and muggy, the limited airflow trapping the growing heat of the summer, but once inside, Brad closed the door behind them.

The interior wasn't too cramped, a mower, tools and related items taking up most of the space, but there was also a workbench which Brad placed his towel on and folded it over to provide a clean, yet damp, seat for her to sit on.

"So is this like graduation all over again?" Nikki joked as she waited.

"Sort of," Brad replied, "though in this case, I know what to expect." Turning to her, he didn't delay in hooking his thumbs inside the waist of her suit bottom and vigorously pulled them down.

"In a hurry, are we?" Nikki asked as she leaned on his bent over form and lifted each leg in turn.

"No point doing a strip tease, is there?" was the reply. As he stood in front of her, Brad reached down with his hand and placed it over the triangle between her legs, the small tuft of hair still warm from the heat of the sun. He pressed a finger into her and Nikki responded by parting her legs, the finger finding its place between her velvety folds.

"Easy," she reminded him, leaning against his chest as his finger moved against her. Slowly she grew wet, moving her hips back and forth to rub against the length of his finger. Her arousal grew as his finger curled to dip inside, the web of his hand coming to rest where she wanted it. Harder she pressed against him, his hand making small circles to apply pressure in different spots. 

"Taste me," she told him, stepping back as she removed his hand.

Holding her about the waist, he moved her into position in front of the bench and in coordination with her jumping, lifted her on to the towel. Wiggling into position, Nikki propped herself near the edge of the bench and waited. The bench was taller than normal and this allowed Brad to find a not too uncomfortable position to lean over, part her legs and lick her damp slit. He flicked his tongue against the spot where he knew she was sensitive, the light musky scent not unpleasant and furthering his cause as he inhaled her.

Nikki twisted her body into position to watch, similar to the kitchen table on Friday night, and enjoyed the act. She saw his face dig into her, his tongue burrowing between her slippery folds, his head moving up and down as he tasted her.

"Hang on," she told him and pulled her leg free which was sandwiched between the bench and his body to laiy it over his shoulder and across his back. Now able to lean back further, she rested against the wall of the shed and had a clear view of Brad's face between her legs.

With her legs spread more fully in this position, Brad resumed licking her, a hand used to push her other leg away as he clamped his mouth over her pussy. Her hand toyed with his hair as he sucked on her, a slight tremor felt in her leg across his back. Slowly his tongue wiggled up the length of her slit and just grazed her still-covered clit.

A satisfied exhale was heard as Nikki pushed down on his head, her eyes now closed. The stuffy air of the shed added to the effect, her body warming rapidly as minute by minute Brad's tongue dove into her. Faster he licked her, hearing her breaths keep pace, his own dick hard and pushing against his swim shorts. He was damp from the humidity, his head bobbing up and down as his tongue lapped at her sex, the leg over his shoulder pulled back as Nikki shifted her body and opened her legs wider.

"God that feels good," she told him, her body beginning to rock in time to his touches. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes and watched his head move, his tongue lapping at one spot then another, her pussy growing hotter and wetter.

Taking her into his mouth, he held her between his lips and thrashed his tongue against the captive folds, Nikki arching her back and panting as her body tensed. Her head pressed against the shed wall, she whimpered as the seconds ticked by, her hand clamped tight in his hair and pushing his face into her pussy. With a pop Brad released her, Nikki exhaling at the sudden change and taking several short breaths as her heart thudded in her chest.




Regifting Ch. 03



"Don't stop," she implored him, trying to pull him down and finish what he started.

"You want me to stop?" Brad teased, enjoying hearing her wavering voice and placing two fingers at the top of her pussy, wiggled them side to side.

"Nooo," Nikki mewled, twisting on the towel as he rubbed against her.

The passionate sounds of a woman pleading was intoxicating and drew upon the dark recesses of his writer's imagination. Removing his fingers, Brad lowered his head and with quick swipes slapped his tongue against her, her womanly folds vibrating at his touch. Over and over he did this, Nikki jumping each time, her sharp intake of breaths growing louder, almost squeaking at the shock-like jolts to her body. Changing pace, he slowly drew his tongue up the length of her pussy, sliding easily up her sopping divide to press against her presented nub and on upwards.

Nikki moaned as her clit was tormented by the drawn out touches, the nerves therein sparking briefly at the extended contact before throbbing in unison to her pulse as Brad withdrew.

"Please," came the wavering voice, her body covered in a sheen of moisture as it fought to cool her down while Brad's ministrations sought to heat her up.

"You sure?" he asked, now fully enjoying the stimulating torment he was inflicting. He wanted to prolong this as much as he could, to hear her pleas for release and then, when she could take it no more, feel her body writhing at his touch.

"Yes," was the throaty response, her mouth gulping for air as her body wanted desperately to feel his tongue, or fingers, or anything, force her over the edge.

Brad looked up at her, wanting her to look at him, and she did. Her eyes were begging him to finish her, her breasts contained in her top rapidly rising and falling as she willed him to continue.

Dipping his head and lightly clamping his mouth over her most sensitive spot, Brad thrashed his tongue wildly over it. A second later Nikki's hips began to twist and buck as the moment arrived. With a drawn out moan her body quivered as she was overcome by the orgasm shooting through her. The leg over his back dug in, the other twitching inward against the push of his hand each time his tongue slashed across her. Her brow was furrowed, her mouth gulping for air and crying out as she was sent into a delirious state.

Her hand gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as her cries filled the air. Her hips snapped back and forth each time the tongue flicked against her, growing light-headed as her body was electrified with each touch.

When her voice began to trail off Brad slowed then stopped touching her, her legs trembling with residual tremors as her body processed the pantheon of sensations coursing through it. Her hand slid from his head as he stood and stretched to remove the knot in his back from being bent over.

Cautiously her eyes opened and a smile formed on her lips, her limp body rising from its reclining position to sit somewhat upright. Her shoulders were slumped forward, her head hanging low as she gathered herself until looking at him, she slid off the bench and knelt before him. Her hands reaching into his waist, she undid the string cinching his swim trunks and yanked down on the damp piece of clothing. Immediately she inhaled his cock, sounds of contented pleasure filtering from her mouth.

"That was fantastic," she told him after taking a moment to stop sucking on him. She rubbed his shaft on her face, delighting in its warm hardness against her skin. Bending her head back, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick his balls, Brad gasping as she dug into him, her tongue slobbering over his salty skin.

Pulling his dick down, Nikki sucked on him again, more forcefully than she had in the past, her head bobbing back and forth several times at a quick pace. Popping him free, she stood, turned around and rested her arms on the towel on the bench, telling him, "I want you."

Her actions leaving no doubt what she wanted, Brad stepped out of his shorts around his ankles and came up behind her. Taking hold of his dick, he placed it between her legs while Nikki bent her back and spread her legs so he could slip inside her.

"Uhhhh," she gushed, pushing against him until his hips met her ass.

Without being prodded, Brad undid the clasp of her top and let it fall to the floor, her breasts falling free as he began to pump his hips. Nikki moved with him, her head resting on the towel as their bodies slapped off one another, his hands holding her waist to keep her in position. Sweat beaded on their brows in the warm, humid air, their bodies growing hotter by the moment as they fucked.

"Deeper," she called out, Brad responding by dipping his hips and forcing himself hard into her. Nikki jerked forward, her breasts swaying underneath her, and Brad leaned over to grasp the firm shapes, his hands kneading her, squeezing her nipples as he thrust his hips forward. The two of them panted, their bodies driven by the overwhelming desire to fuck, coupled together like dogs in heat.

Releasing her from his grasp, Brad leaned back and held her waist, pulling and pushing her on to his cock. He watched as her ass sprung forward and he caught a momentary glimpse of his shaft before it disappeared inside her. Nikki forced herself on to him, her hands gripping the edge of the bench to steady herself, the fire between her legs growing as she quickened her pace.

Brad felt it as well and added to her efforts, his dick ramrod straight as he pumped his hips faster and faster. The friction of her pussy on his dick created an intense desire within him wanting only to fuck her as long as he could.

As if she could read his mind, Nikki panted, "Don't stop. I love it this way!"

The two were like a machine, their parts sliding against one another in perfect synchronicity. Locked in their rhythm, the two reenacted that day in his home office four years ago, Nikki's ass bouncing off him each time his cock plunged into her.

Brad drove himself hard into Nikki, her body thrown forward on to the bench. Her breasts were pressed into the towel as Brad, his cock aching from the prolonged erection, took hold of her shoulders and held her in place. Her arms seeking out purchase, Nikki was half-sprawled on the bench, pinned down as she was taken from behind. Her legs quivered as she held her stance, occasionally rising on her toes briefly as the cock was forced into her.

The contraction deep inside Brad culminated seconds later in his streams of cum blasting into Nikki's pussy. He moaned every time his cock split her swollen lips, unable to control himself as his body forced him to fuck her. Over and over his hips slammed into her, Nikki trying to steady herself as she was pushed against the edge of the bench. He grit his teeth as the waves of his orgasm rippling through his cock elicited an almost agonizing throbbing as he continued.

Finally he came to a stuttering stop, his body shaking from the exertion. His chest heaving, it didn't take long for his dick to flop free, both he and Nikki groaning as it left her. He leaned over her back to rest, quickly lifting off her as the heat from their bodies was too much for him. Standing behind her, he caught his breath, a hand sliding off her and falling by his side.

Nikki lifted herself upright and turned to lean against the bench, her face red as she caught her breath. Though outwardly silent, her whole body tingled, needing more to drive her over the edge. She had felt this way before and she knew what needed to be done.

With a quick kiss she told Brad, "I need to go inside," and threw on her bikini, not bothering to fully adjust it before throwing open the door to the shed and going to his house.

Though exhausted, Brad was curious as to what she meant, the way she said it, and pulling on his trunks, waddled uncomfortably out into the afternoon sun towards his house. He had barely made it inside when he heard a buzzing sound and Nikki's voice heaving with effort. Walking quickly to the source, he found her lying on the bedroom floor, her bikini bottom tossed to the side and her hand pumping back and forth between her spread legs. He watched as she twisted and writhed, her mouth open and calling out as her hand moved faster and faster until the unmistakable squeal of her orgasm filled the room. Furiously her hand flashed, her back arching and falling as she relentlessly satisfied herself, stifled whimpers coming to the fore now and then as she bit her lip.

Her hand slowly came to a stop though the buzzing sound continued, Brad noticing her hand having fallen away as she lay still. Her breasts rose and fell, the shimmer of her damp body changing with each deep breath. In a few moments she reached between her legs and grabbed what Brad recognized as the vibrator he had previously seen in her duffel. She turned it off but continued to lie on the floor, a hand pushing back her hair from her forehead.

Brad stood still, amazed at what he had just witnessed. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen a woman pleasure herself, and the erotic display of someone like Nikki was a sight to behold. Though physically he could do nothing, mentally he was just as aroused as if he could. Taking a few steps towards her, Nikki must have felt his presence because she tilted her head back and looked at him. She smiled then began to giggle, turning over on to her stomach as he approached.

"Wow," was all Brad said as he stood over her.

Turning to her side to look up, Nikki kept giggling, girlishly covering her mouth as she continued. When she finally calmed down she stood in front of Brad, the occasional giggle still making an appearance as they eyed one another. Looking down at her hand still clutching the vibrator, he saw the dirt on her knees and arms, reminders of what had taken place in the shed.

"Can you turn the a/c on?" she asked, still somewhat giddy but almost back to her normal self.

Realizing how sticky he felt, Brad went to the hallway and turned on the control, rewarded moments later by the comforting breeze from a nearby vent. By the time he returned, Nikki was already running the water and he stripped out of his swim trunks to join her. Though more interested in getting the dirt and sweat from the activities off of them, the two did spend some time horsing around, Brad naturally playing with and sucking on her breasts while Nikki ran her hands over his ass and stuck a finger between his cheeks before popping it inside him for just a moment.

"You should try it sometime," she teased after Brad lightly objected.

He let the comment pass and the two dried themselves under the cooling breeze of a modern convenience, Nikki taking time to clean her vibrator and dry her hair while Brad lay on the bed to recover. When finished, she joined him and the two fell into a near sleep as the afternoon wore on. When they awoke, Brad was pleased to find Nikki nestled against him, her warmth contrasting with the coolness of the air. He stroked her back, Nikki groggily coming awake at his touch and climbing more fully on to him.

"Don't get any ideas," he joked as he held her, her soft form draped comfortably across him.

"Don't worry," she mumbled, "I can take care of myself."

They laughed at her response and Brad gave her a squeeze while gently telling her he needed to get their supper ready. Nikki grumbled at having to move from her warm spot, and inwardly so did Brad, but he persisted and eventually Nikki rolled off him and curled herself on the bed as he left. The evening was quiet for the two, each perhaps realizing it would be their last night together, and after Nikki collected her shoes and other items from where she had left them by the pool, they spent the evening nestled in each other's arms, watching whatever was on television and enjoying each other's company.

In the morning Brad was awoken by Nikki who seemed invigorated after a good night's sleep, dressed in the same t-shirt she had on previously, his eyes automatically gravitating to the bouncing contours of her hidden breasts as she nudged him. He couldn't put his finger on it but she seemed different, her actions the same as they had been the entire weekend but with that something extra thrown in. She informed him his breakfast was almost ready and after leaving him, the smell of food wafted into the room, rousing Brad from his sleepy stupor.

Nikki kept smiling at him as they ate, Brad unsure why she seemed so happy but chalking it up to her having enjoyed her time with him. As they showered, Nikki nonchalantly suggested he shave the days growth of stubble from his face, occasionally teasing him but otherwise going through her normal routine. He threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt when done, the cool air of the house refreshing compared to the warm, muggy air of yesterday.

He was in the kitchen cleaning some dishes when the doorbell rang. This caught him off guard as he wasn't expecting anyone. Opening the door, he was presented with an attractive brunette on his doorstep, her long, dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.

"Hi, I'm Becca," chirped the smiling figure, "is Nikki here?"

"Yes," Brad started, unsure who she was though there was something familiar about her. "Come in and I'll get her."

While the stranger waited at the door, Brad went and found Nikki in his bedroom, now dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, who had done some minor cleaning.

"There's someone here asking for you," he told her, confused at her actions and the entire situation. "She said her name is Becca."

"Oh good, I was hoping that was her," Nikki said walking past him.

Brad followed and watched as the two women lit up in mutually big smiles when they greeted each other by hugging. Not wanting to intrude, Brad stood back and could just make out a few words as the two quietly talked, Becca glancing at him every so often as she nodded her head.

"I have a surprise for you," Nikki announced when she turned to face Brad. "This is Becca who you met at the restaurant on Friday night."

His memory coming back, he now recognized her as he examined her more closely. What caught his attention, and something he remembered from their brief meeting, was her well-endowed figure straining against the fabric of her tank top.

"We've been friends for yearss," Nikki continued, "and we went to college together though her major was business. Right now she's going for her Masters."

Brad wasn't sure why he was being told this information and cut her off.

"What's going on?"

The two looked at each other and grinned, the contrast between the svelte, short-haired blonde and the buxom, long-haired brunette interesting to see, and Nikki's grin turned to a big smile as she calmly answered his question.

"We thought it would be nice to make our own fireworks."

His mind blank for a moment, Brad suddenly realized what she meant and all but shouted, "WHAT?!"



Regifting Ch. 04



Brad couldn't believe what Nikki was suggesting. While she had briefly mentioned it at the restaurant, he thought she was teasing him.

"Come with me," he pointedly told her, and walked back to his bedroom.

Becca gave Nikki a concerned look but stayed at the door while Nikki followed behind. As soon as she entered he closed the door and stood in the way.

"What is this about?" was the gruff question.

Stymied for the moment by his change in attitude, Nikki collected her thoughts. She twice started to speak but decided against it, the third time just coming out and saying what was on her mind.

"When I graduated I wanted to come back to meet you again," she began, "to see how you were and as I said the other day, to spend more time with you." Her voice wasn't quite as sure as it had been, tinges of doubt and apologetic undercurrents adding to her explanation.

"You were so different than the other guys I had been with." She paused for a moment, looking down in the indecisive way she had done those years before, gathering her words. Looking up at him, she continued. "You respected me. You were nice and gentle. You even gave me a way out."

His demeanor softening, Brad listened as Nikki continued, eventually coming to the reason Becca had shown up.

"Back in college we had had too much to drink one night and it was easier for me to spend the night in her dorm room than walk all the way back to mine. Her roommate was out with her boyfriend but we ended up sleeping in Becca's bed anyway. We joked around as we tried to find room and one thing led to another. . ."

Brad understood what happened and despite his mood was somewhat selfishly interested in hearing more. He let the subject go though now everything was beginning to make sense.

"I thought I would both thank and surprise you by having Becca come over," she told him.

There it was, the reason for the hints of where to go on Friday night, the friendly greeting at the restaurant, the conversation and waves, the hinting by Nikki as they were leaving.

"Surprise, okay," Brad agreed, "but thank me?"

"For being so nice and not taking advantage of me back then. You could have done anything to me you wanted, but you took your time and even did what I ask."

"Oh yeah, the ass thing," Brad grinned.

Nikki giggled, nodding her head. "Yeah, the ass thing. It felt sooo good," she emphasized, "and then bending me over the desk. . ."

The two chuckled as each remembered that day. It no longer seemed that long ago and the two looked at each other in that knowing way.

Brad sighed. He didn't know what to make of this woman and yet, he wanted to be with her, and all that it entailed.

"I have to tell you," he told her, "I'm not exactly comfortable with this."

"But you were when I came over the first time?" she asked. Staring at him, her confidence returning, she all but challenged him to back out.

Brad realized he had two choices. He could either say no and risk upsetting Nikki and having her leave, or he could say yes and enjoy more time with her, even if there was someone else with them.

"Look," Nikki continued, "I don't want to sound harsh, but you will probably never have this much fun for the rest of your life. All I'm trying to do is thank you for being who you are, and were, so let things happen."

How could he argue with that logic? He certainly couldn't imagine ever being in this situation again, no matter how much he may want it.

"If you're sure you want to do this," he started, making the decision to go along for the time being, "I have to give Becca the same speech I gave you."

Nikki nodded, her mood brightening a little as Brad laid out his ground rules, just as he had done with her.

"You can't be around when I talk to her, understood?"

Nikki nodded again in understanding then gave him a hug.

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear.

With a lingering kiss Brad left her, closing the door behind him, and went to his front door where Becca was still standing, her eyes wide as she watched him approach.

"Sorry about that," Brad apologized. "We haven't been formally introduced. I'm Brad Sanderson. You apparently like my books," he said extending his hand.

Becca's expression softened and she shook his hand.

"Would you come with me for a moment?" Brad told her.

Without comment Becca followed him to the living room and as he had done with the three young girls, had her sit in the chair, the large satchel purse she carried placed on the ground.

"Becca," he started, "Nikki has informed me what the two of you have planned. In the interest of complete transparency I have to ask, are you sure you want to do this?"

The question caught her off guard and Becca stared blankly at him before she recovered by answering, "Yes."

Waiting a few moments for the silence to sink in, Brad leaned forward and asked her again, "Are you absolutely sure you're comfortable with this situation?"

This time Becca answered more quickly, though her voice ended on a climbing note as if she were questioning her decision.

"One final thing," Brad continued, "if at any time you feel uncomfortable, about anything, just get up and walk away. You don't owe me, or Nikki, an explanation. Understood?"

Silently Becca nodded, her eyes riveted to his as the questions came to an end.

Cupping his hands about his mouth, Brad called out, "Nikki!"

Within seconds Nikki appeared, first glancing at Becca who looked at her as if asking for help, then to Brad who was leaning back on the couch.

"Apparently Becca is on board with your idea," he said, emphasizing whose idea it was, "so I guess I have no choice but to sit back and let you two have your way with me. If that's alright with you."

He wasn't entirely sure of the arrangement, but being with Nikki these past few days had changed him and he mentally resigned himself to whatever awaited him. He had gone this far, why not a few steps further?

Like a schoolgirl Nikki squealed, grabbing Becca and lifting her out the seat to hug her.

"Is he always like this," Becca asked when they separated.

"Like what?" Nikki questioned.

"All serious and interrogating people?"

Both Brad and Nikki laughed at the observation with Nikki glancing over her shoulder at Brad before answering, "Yeah, he can be like that. But once you get past that, he's a pretty decent guy."

Rolling his eyes at the "decent guy" comment, Brad waited as the two women made small talk before they turned and presented themselves to him.

"I think we're ready," he was informed by Nikki, a smile plastered to her face.

"I see," Brad answered, taking a longer look at Becca now that everyone was on the same page. Aside from her white top which did little to hide her full breasts, she had on a pair of dark blue shorts which, like her top, were snug against her as it dove between her legs. A pair of sneakers and short white socks rounded out her attire.

"Shall I start the same way I did with you?" he asked, looking at Nikki.

"Sure," was the short reply.

Waiting until Nikki moved to the side, Brad apologized in advance to her friend that he hoped he wasn't going to sound too creepy when he asked her to turn around.

Unconcerned by the request, Becca dutifully turned herself in a circle so Brad could see her from all angles, coming to face him and waiting when she was done.

Slightly shorter than Nikki, Becca had a more curvy figure though not out of proportion. What was most striking was her narrow waist which lent a true hourglass figure to her. Despite having seen Nikki's exquisite body for the last few days, Brad was intrigued with Becca.

"So now what?" he asked when finished ogling the brunette.

"Should we start with him?" Nikki asked, looking at Becca. "I made sure he's nice and smooth."

"Oh really?" Becca intoned, a knowing grin appearing on her face as her eyes fixed on the obvious spot of Brad's body.

"Uh uh," Nikki giggled, winking at Brad who tried suppress a growing smirk.

"Pics or it didn't happen," Becca said.

The two women laughed at the quip with Brad joining in.

"Stand up," Nikki told Brad who dutifully followed her command. "Now strip," he was told.

Momentarily hesitating, Brad removed his shirt then his shorts, piling them next to the couch. A trifle uncomfortable being naked while the women weren't, he stood still as their eyes roamed over him.

"Not bad," Becca said, taking another look up and down.

"For an old guy, right?" Brad finished.

Smirking, Becca came up to him and ran her hands over his chest and down his arms, her fingers sliding lightly across his skin. Down to his stomach with a light push, his efforts to maintain some kind of healthy routine rewarded as she looked up at him and grinned when she felt his firm stomach.

"He's been working out," Nikki told her, grinning at Brad who appreciated the compliment.

"For me?" Becca teased, her hands sliding around his waist to squeeze his ass.

Sheepishly, Brad answered, "For Nikki."

The two looked at Nikki whose face showed surprise at the revelation.

"You worked out for me?" she asked.

Nodding, Brad told her, "I didn't want you to see me out of shape with a beer belly."

Nikki went to him and kissed him, Becca momentarily caught between the two before stepping back.

"You didn't have to," she told him.

"I wanted to look presentable," was the reply.

Smiling, Nikki told him, "We are going to have so much fun with you."

Giving his hand to Becca, she told her to get him started.

"With pleasure!" the brunette announced, taking Brad's hand and leading him down the hallway until she found his bedroom.

"Sit on the bed," Becca told him, waiting until Brad was seated before standing in front of him and lifting off her white top. Her bra comfortably held her ample breasts, the deep cleavage supported by the smooth material enticing to Brad's gaze. Reaching behind her back, Becca undid the clasp and let the bra fall to the floor, revealing the significant differences between the two women. Whereas Nikki's lithe form was graceful in its elegance, Becca looked top heavy, especially now that the slimness of her waist could be fully seen. For a few moments Brad leered at her, almost as enthralled by the competing curves of her body as he was with the sensual lines of Nikki.

"Nikki said you like to touch," she said, her breasts almost in his face, smiling as she saw him look at the twin mounds before him.

Taking the cue, Brad reached up and cupped her breasts, the warm weight heavy in his hands. Though the same age as Nikki, Becca's breasts weren't nearly as perky, their shape more plump and rounded. Still, their texture was appealing and he carefully kneaded them as Becca continued to smile at his actions.

"Hang on," she told him and stepped back. Undoing the button to her shorts, she ripped them down and shifted them behind her with her foot. Clad only in her socks and sneakers, she smiled then quickly tore off the remaining pieces, her body now on display for him.

Immediately Brad's gaze fell to the triangle between her legs and saw that unlike Nikki, she was completely shaven. He stared at the nude skin, intrigued as the smooth surface dove down and disappeared from sight.

Her movement caught his attention and she removed the elastic band holding her hair in place, shaking her head to let her long tresses fall free.

Brad eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in her calm demeanor as she presented herself to him. With her hair let down she looked more appealing, her blunt cut bangs and hair framing her adorable features.

Her hips swaying as she took steps towards him, her eyes locked with his as she straddled his legs and swept her arms behind his neck before kissing him, her breasts pressing into his chest. His hands instinctively went to her back to hold her in place, their bodies inched closer as he held her.

"So you know," she told him in a soft voice after they broke their embrace, "I told Nikki as a favor to you and her, you can do whatever you want to me, so don't hold back. Just nothing too kinky."

Startled by her admission, Brad's face went blank. Though the offer was extremely tempting, he had just met her and he tried to reconcile her offer with his own internal moral compass.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, his fingers playing with her hair as she sat on him.

Now it was Becca's turn to go blank. She didn't answer for several seconds, finally telling him, "I don't know. I just wanna."

Realizing the two of them would have to overcome their indecisive nature, Brad had her stand and he came up behind her.

"I'm going to touch you," he told, his hands resting on her shoulders. Her skin was just as soft as Nikki's though it had a slight olive tone. Skimming down her arms, Brad slipped his hands under hers and wrapped them about her waist. His fingers followed the valley down before bringing them up to once again grasp her bountiful breasts, squeezing harder this time before lowering his head and kissing her shoulder then her neck.

Becca, as Nikki had done, leaned against him, her eyes closing as she let him explore her. His touch was firm yet soothing, no forced groping or awkward advances. Her hands came up to hold his, her body responding as what started out as a simple event was turning into something more passionate. He kissed her cheek then twisted forward to kiss her on the lips, Becca turning her head to meet him, their bodies warming as the sensual inquiry progressed.

Brad had grown hard as they pressed against one another, his dick partially resting against the divide of her rounded ass.

"Nikki was right, you do like to touch," Becca whispered, letting herself enjoy the slow build up.

"What can I say," Brad replied, nuzzling her neck and pulling firmly against her breasts. A few more kisses and a thought occurred to him.

"I can do whatever I want?"

"Uh huh," Becca breathed, her head moving to the side as Brad nibbled on her neck.

"Get on the bed," he told her, giving one last kiss on her shoulder.

Without comment Becca slid on to the sheets, sitting on her hip as she waited for him to join her.

"On all fours," he instructed.

Grinning, Becca adjusted her position and presented her upturned ass to him.

Brad took a few moments to admire her presented nature and mentally compared it to Nikki's. It was more rounded but still desirable no matter how one looked at it and he stepped close behind her to run his hands over her. Becca turned her head to look at him and smiled as she wiggled her ass. With a light slap he smacked her, Becca's gasp almost inaudible as she played along.

Kneeling, he placed a kiss on each of her cheeks, Becca wiggling her ass again in response. Bending his neck and lowering himself, Brad swiped his tongue up the length of her slit, an airy moan heard after his second pass. He licked some more, tasting her and as he had done with their bodies, compared her to Nikki.

He dug in, his tongue darting in and out as he went back to front then reversed himself, Becca pressing herself into his face as she lowered her head to the bed and laid it on her crossed arms. She relaxed, enjoying his actions, the heat between her legs growing as he took his time.

Straightening his back, he took hold of her cheeks and gently pulled them apart, Becca twisting to look at him when he did. Similar to what he had done with Nikki, he licked his tongue against the small divide and up to her hole, Becca squealing and twitching at the slippery sensation. Not waiting for her approval, Brad dug the tip of his tongue into the puckered depression, this time Becca exhaling as her body lurched forward.

"Hold still," Brad said, giving her ass another light smack.

"It tickles."

Spreading her a bit wider, his tongue was able to scrape the outside of her anal ring, Becca's stuttered breaths and twisting body attesting to how she was feeling. Harder Brad pressed, his tongue just able to pass into her before he dragged it down to the base of her pussy.

"Uhhhh!" he heard Becca growl, her ass raised higher as she hanged her stance.

With her knees spread wide, Brad lowered himself so he could again stick his tongue between her folds, her juices coating his chin as he licked her. Stammered breaths were heard as he continued, Becca adjusting and readjusting herself the longer he ate her until she suddenly yanked herself away and spun to look at him. Taking hold of his face, she kissed him, her own taste mingling with his.

"Lay down," she told him, backing away from the edge of the bed to give him room.

Climbing next to her, Brad positioned himself so his head was comfortably propped on a pillow and almost before he was ready, she straddled his head with her legs. Looking behind her, she positioned herself where she thought she should be and lowered her hips the few inches on to his face, her bald slit squarely on his mouth.

With no choice Brad wrapped his arms around her trim waist and slipped his tongue into the soft folds. The sensation of smooth skin against his mouth was peculiar, something he hadn't expected and he dug in with a vengeance.

Draping herself over Brad, her full breasts sandwiched between, she tossed her hair to the side and out of the way before taking hold of the dick in front of her face and sucked on it. She held it firmly and gave it a long exaggerated pull before slobbering over his cockhead, repeatedly licking it like a lollipop.

Though his mouth was covered, Brad moaned, the small vibrations transmitted to Becca whose pussy tingled and she let out a soft gasp of her own. Sucking on his cock again, Becca took her time, her body comfortably ensconced on top of Brad, her thighs holding his head in place. His hands were now holding the slightly plump curves of her ass, his tongue working its way in and out of her pussy, occasionally sucking on her skin and releasing it with a light snap.

The two pleasured one another, Brad pulling on her ass to open her and Becca forcefully bobbing her head as she sucked on his hard cock, her hand wrapped around his shaft and pumping him in unison. Stopping now and then to give her mouth a rest, her hand still yanked up and down before she went back down and sucked on him some more.

"You two look good like that," they heard Nikki speak.

Startled, Brad disengaged his mouth from Becca's smooth skin and twisted his head to try and find Nikki. Unfortunately his view was blocked by Becca's thighs and he waited as she continued to suck on him.

"So," Nikki said, sliding on to the bed next to him and looking down as he lay under Becca, "having fun?"

Brad realized, from the little he could see of her, that Nikki was now naked. Moving his head back, he replied, "So far."

Grinning, she leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead then quietly asked, "Do you trust me?"

Though he did trust her, there was something about the way she said it that gave him pause.

"In what way?" he asked, followed by a quick exhale as Becca continued to lick his dick.

With that delightfully mischievous smile she had, Nikki leaned down close to his face, Becca's ass inches away, and told him, "Trust me."

Giving her friend a light tap on her rear end, Nikki disappeared from his view. He heard faint whispers as the two briefly spoke before he felt Becca move on top of him and his legs were jammed back. Moments later her tongue licked his nude scrotum and he felt as if he was going to explode as the stimulation sent his body into a heightened state. He moaned as her tongue lapped at his balls, her licking going further down as her head dipped between his legs. She scraped across his perineum, Brad taking several labored breaths as this was unlike anything he had felt before.

"Don't move," he heard Nikki's voice tell him. Seconds later a cold, slippery wetness was felt at his hole followed by him being penetrated. Whatever it was pressed its way inside, slightly spreading him in its passage.




Regifting Ch. 04



"What are you doing?" he cried out, completely forgetting about Becca's pussy in front of his face. While it wasn't uncomfortable, the sensation was disconcerting.

"Trust me," Nikki told him again.

Becca curled her body until she could take his cock in her mouth without using her hands and sucked on him with renewed vigor.

It was then that Brad felt something rubbing back and forth deep inside, a gentle pressure applied against a particular spot. Realizing it was a finger, he relaxed and concentrated on what was being touched inside him, Becca's weight on top of him almost forgotten.

Just as he was growing accustomed to what was happening, the finger was withdrawn. Though back to normal, he did feel a bit empty. After taking a few moments to adjust, he pulled down on Becca and flicked his tongue against her forgotten pussy. Somehow she tasted better, his mouth picking up where it had left off.

Whereas the finger which had been inside him was only slightly uncomfortable, what was next inserted into him was larger and forced him open.

"What the. . .?" he shouted, squirming as the cold, hard object was pushed further into him.

"Hold still," Nikki's voice admonished him.

While he couldn't see what it was, it only took him a few moments to realize it was the vibrator he had previously seen in her bag that was being used. Deeper it went, his hole spreading as more of the toy disappeared into him, his breaths tense as he tried to relax.

"Take deep breaths," Nikki told him.

Doing as told, Brad took a breath, held it, then slowly released it. Repeating this a second time, he focused on Becca's mouth wrapped around his cock, his hands gripping the top of her ass as he alternated his concentration between her and the increasing pressure inside him.

When it felt as if the entire vibrator was inside him, it was pulled back, his body trying to expel it, until it stopped and was again pushed into him. It slid easily inside, the sleek surface coated in lube having only a bare amount of friction against his skin.

"Feel good?" he heard Nikki's voice ask, bringing him back to the moment.

"No," he initially said, then added, "Sort of."

Nikki giggled and with a pop Becca released his cock to chortle along with her.

"Just relax," he was told, "I promise it gets better."

Brad wasn't so sure but as he had decided to go along with whatever the two had planned, it was a bit late to back out now.

In and out, a slow rhythm found as his ass was fucked, his body soon adjusted to the foreign object and with a brief hesitation, he pulled down on Becca to again lick her pussy.

"Mmmm," he heard the brunette coo, "right there." Whether it truly felt good or she was playing with him, Brad rapidly flicked his tongue across her soft folds, Becca wiggling her ass as if to encourage more attention.

As he resumed his licking, the vibrator was wormed deeper, the effect stimulating as the point thumped against his insides. Clamping his mouth over her, Brad vigorously slapped his tongue over her pussy, Becca moaning more loudly the longer he continued. 

In and out, back and forth, the pace varied from short, quick bursts to long, deep thrusts, Nikki swirling it round and round as if to enlarge the opening.

The plunging of the vibrator stopped, Brad startled by the sudden change of tempo, and was replaced by the reason the toy had its name. The vibrations that were unleashed on him instantly had him groaning as they rippled from inside out. The brief pause over, the shaft was repeatedly forced inside him, his body writhing as the twin sensations quickly brought him to the edge.

"Suck me," he blurted out, his hands digging hard into Becca's ass as he bore down. Try as he might, he couldn't lift his head to suck on her, her creamy thighs loosely held against his head as her nude skin hovered above him.

He began to fuck her mouth, his hips rising and falling, his body now driven by the fucking it was receiving. Becca propped herself up on her hands, letting Brad thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, her lips sliding over the hard, slick shaft. She didn't move, letting him do what he wanted, the needs of her wet pussy forgotten as she prepared for him.

His hands now latched on to the small of her back, Brad used her mouth as his fuck hole, his mind fixated on himself. His hips bucked as the vibrator was circled inside him, the tremors coursing through him and setting off a chain reaction of events

He couldn't help himself. Over and over he shoved his cock between her parted lips, the sounds of her breathing through her nose growing louder as his own breaths increased. His heart thudded in his chest as he fucked her mouth while his ass was in turn fucked. He was rapidly losing control, his cock pulsing, then throbbing, the vibrator now positioned over a specific spot, small drops of cum bubbling forth from his tip until he erupted.

Becca gulped the streams of cum shooting into her mouth, her body rocking as Brad moaned and writhed beneath her. Her lips sealed around the pulsing shaft, she worked with him as he held her tight, unable to control himself as he emptied himself into her mouth.

Nikki rapidly pumped the vibrator deep into Brad's ass, deriving an almost sadistic pleasure from his cries filling the room. She pushed hard against his thigh to keep his leg back, the slippery toy flashing in and out as her hand gripped it tight.

With a few final, almost painful, contractions, Brad collapsed, his hands held to Becca's back only by contact, his eyes closed as he took deep breaths through his mouth. The vibrator still buzzed inside him but he barely felt it, his body overwhelmed by its violent release. He was utterly relaxed, both unable and unwilling to move, content to lie on the bed with Becca's warm body on top of him.

Withdrawing the device from his ass, Nikki turned it off and left to clean it while Becca, with a few final swallows and a swish or two of her tongue, let his softening dick slide from her mouth. Giving it a kiss as it lay against him, she carefully climbed off him and turned to look at the prone figure. She giggled softly as she saw his body sprawled on the bed, oblivious to everything and everyone around him.

"Feel good?" she asked.

His eyes barely opening, Brad forced a small smile as he let his body enjoy the cloud-like feeling coursing through it. Willing the fingers of his hand to move, he reached to her and she lay partially on top of him, her long, dark hair falling across them both.

He opened his eyes wider and smiled more, his arm, with some effort, sliding behind her to rest on her back. Taking her cue, Becca laid her head on his chest, gently holding him as she heard the quick pace of his heartbeat. The cool breeze of the air across them contrasted with the warmth of their bodies, a balance being achieved as they rested.

A short time later Nikki walked into the room holding two glasses of water, Becca rousing first with Brad following a few seconds later.

"Here," she said, holding out a glass to Becca who took several sips.

"Come on sleepy head," Nikki teased Brad, nudging his shoulder as he came more fully awake.

Squirming and moving so he was sitting on his hip, Brad took the second glass and drank about a third of the liquid before pausing, glancing at Becca sitting next to him who smiled back.

"So, everyone happy?" Nikki asked, smirking as she said it.

"Well. . ." Becca answered.

Her eyebrows raised, Nikki went to her duffel and pulled out another vibrator, holding it in front of her so Becca, and Brad, could clearly see it, this one more anatomically correct.

Brad did not remember seeing the second vibrator when he had searched for the lube, but then he hadn't dug around the entire bag.

Becca grinned and handed her glass back to Nikki. Spinning around so her feet were pointing to Brad and her head at the foot of the bed, she fluffed out her hair and spread her knees, a hand sliding down to rub against her pussy.

Nikki slid on to the bed at Brad's feet, giving him a lecherous smile as she positioned herself next to Becca. Her left hand holding the vibrator, she slipped it under Becca's leg while removing the hand with the other. Her fingers now at the top of Becca's pussy, Nikki rubbed in small circles, her head occasionally dipping down so she could take a lick or two of the bare skin.

Though still fuzzy, Brad watched, fascinated by the woman who had spent the weekend with him now pleasuring another woman.

Applying more pressure, Nikki rubbed harder, her fingers vibrating back and forth on one spot, Becca's soft coos heard now and then, her hand resting on Nikki's hip. Nikki soon pressed the tip of the faux dick against her friends slit and it slipped from Brad's view.

Becca squirmed, her hand digging into Nikki's skin, Brad unable to see the expression on her face but sensing she was enjoying herself.

Back and forth Nikki moved the silicon cock, Becca's folds swallowing its length just as her mouth had swallowed him. There was no hurry, just the repetitive motion and now tongue on her clit driving Becca's pleasure. Nikki had stopped using her hand and placed her mouth over the growing nub, her tongue sliding over it as her hand pumped the long shaft into her friend.

His gaze fixed on the two, Brad watched as Nikki sat up and leaning between Becca's knees, pulled back her legs with her arms. She was still beside Becca though now the pussy was more visible as Becca's hips curled. It looked like an awkward position but the two seemed comfortable as Nikki took firm hold of the vibrator and began to forcefully drive it in and out of Becca's upturned pussy.

Becca's voice sounded, moaning and mewling cries slipping from her lips as her body was aroused. Her arms were beside her, stabilizing her body, her eyes looking down her body as she tried to watch Nikki fuck her until she lay her head back on the bed.

However, Nikki's head got in the way when she leaned over and again started licking the barely visible nub. Even more, and Brad saw it happen, Nikki's other hand slid between the cheeks of the presented ass and pressed a finger into the puckered hole.

Becca moaned, her back arching as the two simultaneous stimulations surged through her. She twisted on the bed while Nikki tried to hold her down, the dick flashing in and out of the pussy producing wet sucking sounds until Nikki stopped, the vibrator momentarily held in place by Becca's grasping pussy, and turned it on.

The electric sounds of the vibrating device filled the room, Nikki working it deep into Becca, no longer ramming it down as she had been. Slowly pulling it back, Brad caught the movement as the shaft moved in small circles before its length was pushed back in.

Becca heaved, her body writhing as it was driven to a new state of pleasure, Nikki pressing her finger hard into the waiting hole. Becca howled, her teeth clenched as she lifted her head to watch herself be fucked, Brad now able to see the intense look on her face as she seethed with each passing moment.

Her hips rocking in time to Nikki's movement, Becca fucked the toy, Nikki pressing it down so it almost disappeared before withdrawing it, Becca's cries growing more shrill.

Her head thrown back on the bed, Becca moaned as her body shook, letting herself be taken away as the undulating form moved inside her, the vibrations emanating from it quivering her to her toes. It wasn't long before her cries died down, shallow whimpers heard as her hand once again gripped Nikki's hip.

Slowly Nikki withdrew the vibrator and turned it off, letting Becca's legs fall to the bed. Calmly she left the bed and leaning over, gave Becca a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to wash the toy.

Brad's eyes were wide after witnessing the event. He didn't know what to say and didn't move, looking at Becca's body as it lay on his bed. Her sounds still rang in his ears, his brain still processing what he had seen.

Nikki returned a short time later and climbed into bed next to him as if nothing had happened. She saw the look on his face and grinning asked, "Haven't seen that before, have you?"

"No," was the sole reply, Brad still looking at the brunette whose existence was signified by the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed.

"You got her started, I just finished her."

His arm absentmindedly slipping around her waist, Brad looked at Nikki who looked at him. Through the entire weekend he had never felt like he did at that moment. He was both confused and aroused, Nikki's supple body lying against him exciting him as his hand skimmed over her smooth skin.

"Gets you excited, doesn't it?" Nikki asked him, giggling after she said it.

Raising the glass of water in his hand, a glass he had almost forgotten he had been holding, Brad took a long drink, the cool water refreshing and invigorating as he held Nikki. There was no doubt it excited him, his mind now wandering back to her previous comment about the two sleeping in the same bed that night at college.

"Are you done?" he heard Nikki ask, unsure what she was talking about.

"What?"

"Your drink," came the reply.

Looking down at his hand holding the glass, he passed it to Nikki who left the bed long enough to place the nearly empty vessel out of the way on the ground next to his dresser. Climbing back into bed, her mouth dug into his as they kissed.

"What was that for?" Brad asked.

"Can't I kiss you?" Nikki replied, somewhat surprised at his reaction.

"Sure, kiss away," Brad joked, his hand on her back as she moved forward.

Her head leaning next to his, she kissed his shoulder then his neck, her warm breath tingling his skin.

"I have another surprise for you," she whispered, her lips lightly sucking on him.

"Another surprise?" Brad asked, taken aback that after the current surprise, Becca, there would be another.

"Uh huh," she answered, looking mischievously at him and biting her lip. "Before I leave, but I can't tell you what it is."

Perplexed, Brad asked, "You're leaving?" He knew she would eventually have to go, but it sounded like the end had already arrived.

"Not yet," Nikki said. "Later this evening. I want to be reminded of our time together on my way home."

The thought of her leaving him, even though he knew she had to, was not comforting. He suddenly felt as if the time he had spent with this vivacious young woman had been too short and the understanding that in a few hours he would be alone was not something he was looking forward to.

"And one other surprise," Nikki continued, "Becca will be spending the night with you before she leaves tomorrow."

Brad looked at the brunette who still hadn't moved then back to Nikki. He was trying to understand what she was saying.

"Tomorrow?"

"Uh huh. Tomorrow." Nikki's smile was brighter than ever as she watched Brad grasp what she was saying.

"You mean she's staying with me? After you leave?"

Nikki quickly nodded her head, her face lit up as the good news was revealed.

"I asked her, as a favor to me, to keep you company after I'm gone. I thought you might like someone to keep you company for another night."

This was almost too much for Brad to comprehend. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought he would be the object of the affections of first three girls, barely out of high school, then one of them returning years later to spend a weekend with him, and she brings her friend along. It was truly something out of the annals of an adult story, one that he was living.

"Nikki, I can't . . ." he began, suddenly unsure if he could go along with what was suggested.

"You don't want her?" Nikki's coy voice asked, her body shifting slightly forward so her breasts were more fully presented to him.

"That's not the point."

"Then what is it?"

That was the question. What was it that was holding him back? Why didn't he want to take advantage of the situation?

At that moment Becca stirred on the bed, rolling herself upright and her gaze caught his. Her hair hung behind her, her full breasts catching his attention until she forced a smile at him.

Nikki looked to her friend then back to Brad and grinned.

"Why not?" she asked him.

Brad was overwhelmed. He couldn't get past the thought of a woman he didn't know offering herself to him so casually despite the fact he had accepted that very act years ago.

"What was it you said in the pool?" Nikki reminded him. "Fuck it, I think were your exact words."

Those were his words and he remembered saying them, but somehow he still felt this situation was different.

Becca half-slid, half-crawled to them and sat beside them. She looked temptingly adorable, her hands resting on her legs, her breasts partially hidden by her dark, streaming hair, her body on display for him as she listened to the conversation.

"Go on," Nikki goaded him, "have some fun. She won't say no."

Looking to Becca, Brad saw the small grin of acknowledgment after those words signifying her willingness.

"Are you sure?" he asked the brunette, more out of prodding than anything else.

Nodding, Becca leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry about it," she told him, "we can do whatever you want."

Looking to Nikki, Brad sighed, realizing, again, he didn't have much of a choice when it came to her suggestions. He couldn't resist her charms, or her body, and now fully gave himself over to the two of them, repeating what he had said that morning, "I have no choice but to sit back and let you two have your way with me."

Her face lighting up, Nikki kissed him, her body lying against him in all its glorious wonders.

"Not that this isn't nice," Brad interjected, "but I need to take care of something." With no further words he slid from the bed and disappeared into his bathroom, reappearing a short time later to stand next to the bed.

"So Becca," he said, looking to their third, "what do you want to do?"

An almost evil grin crossed her face, the change fleeting as she looked at Nikki and calmly replied, "How about you get a break and sit back and watch."

Nikki giggled while Brad said nothing. He shouldn't have been surprised but again, the ease with which Becca gave her answer was something he was still getting used to.

"What do you say?" Nikki asked. "Wanna hear me scream?" The two women chuckled as they watched Brad's expression, his head turning to look at each of them.

"Have at it," he said, trying to pull it off in a matter-of-fact way.

He was given a kiss Becca when she went to the bathroom to retrieve the silver vibrator, Nikki locking her eyes with his and giving him her patented smirk.

"Already?" Nikki joked as she situated herself at the end of the bed when Becca returned.

"Just to get you started," Becca answered, that evil grin briefly reappearing.

"Come closer," Nikki suggested to Brad, patting the bed for him to be next to her. "Lie here."

Going to her, Brad lay on his side, propping his head in his hand, Nikki twisting to give him a kiss before making a final adjustment on the bed.

Becca lay on her stomach and slid between Nikki's legs, bringing the vibrator with her and turning it on. The hum of the internal motor lit up the room, all three of them quiet as Becca placed it at the top of Nikki's shorn slit.

"That tickles!" Nikki called out, twisting on the bed as the sleek length was rubbed up and down.

Without comment Becca continued varying the pressure against the sensitive spot, rolling the tube so it fell on different areas.

"Better," Nikki told her, looking at Brad and grinning as she reached out with her hand to touch him. She puckered her lips, signaling what she wanted, and Brad obliged by kissing her. Their embrace was interrupted when she cooed contentedly, the vibrator momentarily riding over the right spot.




Regifting Ch. 04



"Feel good?" Becca chirped, looking up Nikki's body and smiling.

Nikki nodded, taking a deep breath before turning to Brad and wrapping her arm behind his neck to pull him down. The two resumed kissing, Brad leaning in closer to her, almost covering her, while Becca pressed the toy hard against the shorn pussy and held it there for several seconds.

"Uhhhh!" was Nikki's response, her body twisting away from Brad as her head dug into the bed.

That was all Becca needed to hear. Turning the vibrator off and laying it to the side, she pulled herself close, holding on to Nikki's thighs and like a cat drinking water, lapped at the pink skin. Her tongue slipped between the damp folds, slowly dragging up and across the rounded nub. Once, twice, three times she licked, her mouth covering Nikki as she began to suck on the same area. With a persistent pull she suckled, her tongue sliding up the honeyed lips and tasting her friend.

Taking a moment, she kissed each of the creamy thighs, her tongue trailing down the length as her hands pushed the legs back to curl the body. Still further down she went, below the dampness to flick then burrow against the presented hole.

A moan escaped from Nikki's lips, her nerves jolted at the touch, pulling on Brad as her arousal grew. She guided his head to her breast where he took a nipple between his lips, his tongue lightly flicking over the distended nub. Nikki held him, her body enlivened by the competing sensations, a hand slipping down to rub her pussy as Becca continued to tongue her.

Brad drifted to the other breast, hovering over the woman he had spent the weekend with, her lithe form moving beneath him as the two pleasured her. Becca had returned to licking the now wet pussy, her tongue digging into the folds, her lips kissing the soft skin.

"Kiss me," Nikki implored him, her eyes half-open as a hand sought him out.

Their lips touched, her mouth seeking his, her arms grabbing and holding him to her embrace.

Becca pressed harder, her mouth latching on to Nikki and sucking the small nub which was peeking beyond its hooded veil. Her tongue lapped up every bit, working around, on and in Nikki's pussy, her tongue slapping against it. The fleeting touches sent shocks into Nikki who moaned, the heat of the moment building second by second.

"Right there," she called out, breaking with Brad as a shiver ran up her spine. Her body quivered with each touch, almost panting as step by step her release came closer, her hips soon jerking as she was eaten. Nikki's mewling voice began to fill the room as she twisted and turned, her legs pushing back against Becca's hold, her breaths were now short and sharp, her cries louder as she neared the edge.

Her breathing became labored, her back arched, head back, as her friend ate her. She felt the velvet tongue dance over her most intimate area, now pulling on Becca's head so her mouth pressed more firmly into her aching sex, the sounds of delightful ecstasy coming from her opened mouth.

With a guttural groan she exploded, her hips bucking to slam into Becca's mouth which clamped over her, the tongue repeatedly licking the electrified bundle of nerves. With almost spastic jerks Nikki came, her stuttered breaths mixing with brief cries of sensual delight.

Wave after wave coursed over her, igniting still more screams and squeals. She leaned her head forward, her face contorted as she looked down her body at Becca's face buried between her legs, trying in vain to outlast the excruciating fervor rippling through her.

Too soon the time passed and Becca released herself, still pressing the legs back but easing the applied pressure. Nikki's hips still twitched, almost as if they were fucking the air, until she came to rest on the bed, her legs finally allowed to stretch.

Becca seemed pleased with the result, the grin on her face noticed by Brad who caught her brief downward glance. Looking down himself, he saw he was hard, the effect of Nikki's actions and sounds having aroused in him latent carnal desires.

"So what did you think?" Becca asked as she slid up to him, almost bouncing as she sat in her kneeling position.

"I don't think I've ever heard her like that," was all Brad could say, looking at Nikki's relaxed form in front of him.

Becca giggled then slid from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom with the vibrator, Brad's gaze following her swaying ass the whole time.

About the time Becca returned Nikki had recovered enough and was quietly talking with Brad.

"If it's alright with you," Nikki softly spoke, "we'll go lay out back and maybe swim for a bit while you recover."

"Sure," Brad agreed, not wanting to admit a short nap sounded good at the moment.

While he watched, Nikki put on her barely used coral bikini then gave him a quick kiss before telling him, "Rest up. I want your best effort before I leave," and winked at him.

While the two conversed, Becca had gone to her large bag and pulled out her own swim suit, a black bikini which was barely able to contain her ample breasts. As she walked back into the bedroom, Brad saw her entry and his gaze latched on to the twin mounds.

"Holy shit!" Nikki squealed, her own eyes bulging as she too looked at her scantily clad friend.

Becca beamed at the unexpected attention, standing still and letting the two leer at her before she gracefully turned around so they could fully see her. The attire did cover her but there was nothing left to the imagination as the dark material enhanced every curve while it clung to her skin. Even her ass, which seemed to be pushing its way free, looked more luscious, its rounded shape practically begging to be groped.

After a sufficient amount of time she went to the bed and climbed next to Brad, ignoring Nikki who was still examining her.

"So how do you like them now?" she joked with Brad, proudly thrusting her chest forward and tossing her hair behind her so he could get a good look. Unable to not look, his gaze latched on to her presentation, his mouth unconsciously parting as he stared at the twin peaks.

Similar to how he had been when he saw Nikki in her backless dress, Brad was momentarily at a loss for words. Though he had seen her naked for some time, there was something enticingly different about seeing Becca's breasts partially hidden.

"Very nice," he finally answered, his gaze barely wavering from the buxom brunette's breasts.

Grinning, Becca leaned closer and gave him an exaggerated kiss, followed by several light ones, then smiling as she bounced to the floor.

As the two women stood beside his bed, Brad again compared the two, not for which one was better but simply admiring their equally appealing figures; Nikki's trim form and sensual elegance juxtaposed against Becca's curvaceous contours and incongruously narrow waist. 

"We'll see you later," Nikki told him, breaking his semi-dazed look. "Want some water before I leave?" she asked as she stopped by the door.

"Sure," Brad answered, appreciating her efforts to make him feel comfortable at the same time ogling her graceful form.

While Becca took their towels and items outside, Nikki filled his glass and returned to the bedroom, Brad's eyes closed though instantly opening when she sat next to him.

"You okay so far?" she asked, her voice edged with concern.

"Uh huh," he replied, sitting up and taking a sip. "Just tired." He smiled at her, the understanding of his condition known to both.

"Just remember, you'll still have Becca when I'm gone," she reminded him.

Those words hung heavy on his mind as her brilliant blue eyes looked into his, the realization that in a few short hours she would no longer be with him a blot on the otherwise enjoyable time they had spent together. Even if he never saw her again he could never forget this time, their time, the sheer joy she had shown him in enjoying who she was a memory seared into his mind.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked her.

Nikki leaned down and gave him a light kiss before answering. "I already told you."

"You know what I mean," Brad persisted.

With another kiss and a sly grin she left him, his gaze habitually watching her ass as it swayed to and fro before he was left alone.



Regifting Ch. 05



The events of the extended weekend had taken its toll and after placing the glass on the floor beside his bed, it didn't take long for Brad to fall asleep. He was comfortably oblivious until he was awoken by the sound of voices and the intermittent clank of a pan off in the distance.

Groggily he sat up, his body not fully responding as his dreamy state refused to yield, forcing himself to swing his legs off the bed to rest on the floor. Sitting in his slumped over position, gathering his strength, he finally stood and made his way with stumbling steps to the source of the sounds to find Nikki and Becca still attired in their bikinis in the kitchen. So out of if was he that he hadn't remembered to pull on a pair of shorts.

"Hey sleepy head," Nikki called out when she saw him in the doorway.

Both she and Becca were busy preparing the meal, Becca chopping vegetables while Nikki was kneading a bowl of meat.

"What are you doing?" he asked, unsure why the two were doing what they were doing.

"We're making lunch. Duh!" Becca told him.

Snorting at the obvious answer, Brad came up behind both of them in turn, first Becca then Nikki, and wrapped his arms about their waists before nuzzling their necks and giving them a kiss.

"Someone's trying to get lucky," Nikki joked.

"I thought we already established that," Brad replied, running his hand over her warm back. Taking a step back, he admired this side of the two women, both their domesticated proclivities and their admirable derrieres, when a thought occurred to him.

Coming up behind Becca, he quietly told her, "Let's see if you can concentrate on two things at once." Wrapping an arm under hers and across her chest just below her breasts, he forced his other hand down the front of her bikini bottom and splayed his fingers across her. Her hair was still slightly damp from her dip in the pool, its dark length cooling as it was pressed between the two.

"Mr. Sanderson!" Becca exclaimed, setting the knife down as he moved his hand.

"I think you can call me Brad," he told her, giving her a light kiss on the neck.

Her hands braced against the edge of the counter, she stood unmoving as she was diddled, Brad's nudity pressing into her.

Nikki stopped and watched, curious and intrigued at this change of attitude. His hand continued to rub against the nude skin, two fingers lightly pressing against the top of the slit.

"Keep cutting," he told her, leaning down to kiss her cheek then her neck.

"It's a bit difficult with you groping me," Becca joked, a hand moving to his arm.

"Here's how this is going to work," Brad said. "When you stop, I stop." To emphasize his point, he wiggled his fingers quickly back and forth, Becca twitching and pushing her hips back as he happened to find a sensitive spot.

"You're nasty." With that, Becca picked up the knife and resumed cutting the carrot with Brad nestled behind her. While she did her work, Brad did his, his fingers moving in small circles underneath the dark, triangular material. Every so often Becca would pause for a second as her body reacted to his touch, the barest whisper of a tingle making itself known.

Nikki kept glancing over at the proceedings as she turned the bowl of meat into several pattys, wondering if her friend would be able to continue.

With a few quick flicks Brad grazed across the small bump of skin, his own arousal growing and pressing into her ass as he held her.

"Coming in from both sides?" Becca quipped, her heart beating faster as he continued.

"If you want," he replied, rubbing harder and more vigorously.

Her hand gripping the handle of the knife, Becca twisted in his grasp as a warmth spread between her legs. As soon as she stopped, so did Brad, his fingers lifting away from her body. With a small sigh Becca recovered, taking hold of a pepper and slicing it cleanly in half, the fingers falling back to rub against her.

By now Nikki had finished with the burgers and leaned against the kitchen counter cleaning her hands, watching the two.

"Uh," Becca breathed, lowering the knife and closing her eyes as Brad's fingers found her spot. As before, he stopped, holding his fingers away from her and waiting. She turned her head and looked back at him, moving her hips forward in an effort to get him to make contact.

"I can stop as long as you can," he teased, holding his position and waiting for her to make the next move.

"I'm getting wet," she told him, her hands curling as she throbbed below, "and I still want to go swimming again."

"We can fix that," and pulling his hand free while unwinding the other, Brad pulled down on the material holding to her waist. Kneeling, he waited as she lifted her feet and tossed the bottoms to the side then returned to his former position.

"Better?" he asked.

"Sort of, except now all I can think about is you digging into my ass."

The three laughed as Brad's erection took center stage, Becca looking behind and down then glancing up at Brad and smiling.

"I think someone else has you beat to its use," Brad joked, looking at Nikki who smiled at his remembering what she had told him.

"Then you'll need to make it up to me," Becca countered, turning to face him. She leaned against the counter, his hard cock inches from her, her pussy warm and tingling as she waited.

"You can use my toys," Nikki chimed in.

Together Brad and Becca looked at her, the simple solution to their problem made clear.

"Yeah," Becca started, "but it's not the same. I like the feel of the real thing."

Nikki rolled her eyes as Brad chuckled, the situation having gone from a titillating sideshow to a discussion of what provides a better sexual experience.

"So are you going to finish me?" Becca asked, looking at Brad.

"I told you the rules," he answered.

With a small gasp of exasperation Becca spun about to take hold of the knife and viciously hack at the remainder of the pepper. Brad came up behind her and again wrapped his arm around her torso, his other hand sliding between her legs and picking up where he had left off.

"Do you have a grill?" Nikki asked out of nowhere.

"In the shed," Brad replied. "Don't you remember?"

Nikki laughed at the hidden meaning, not having told Becca about their heated adventure, and left to find the grill.

It wasn't long before Becca stopped cutting, telling Brad, "I can't do two things at once. Not with your hand where it is."

"Poor girl," Brad teased, lifting his finger from her. "Now you know how it feels to be teased."

"Is that what this is about?" Becca asked, turning to face him.

Surprised, Brad stepped back, the two staring at one another for several seconds.

"No," he finally said, "I was just having a little fun. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Well yeah," she answered, "but if you're not going to finish, that's just mean."

He hadn't thought of that.

"Sorry, I'll stop," he apologized, understanding he may have taken things too far.

"I didn't say stop," she said, coming up to him and lightly strumming her fingers over his hard dick.

His dick twitched when she touched him, his extended state of arousal now causing him to reconsider his original plan.

"What about Nikki?" he asked.

"What about her?"

"Maybe you didn't hear, she has something planned for me tonight." Brad wasn't sure if the two were on the same page and in case they weren't, didn't want to get too deeply involved between them.

"Oh that. Yeah, I know, but since it's only the afternoon, you should be okay for tonight." Becca's sweet smiled beckoned to him, her fingers now gently grasping his dick and stroking him.

Now it was his turn to feel the tingle between his legs, her soft touch stimulating in its caress, his skin warm despite the cool air of the house.

"How about a quick one?" Becca offered, giving her best come hither smile as she continued to brush against his erect state.

Brad swallowed, caught between the enticing entreaty of the buxom brunette and wanting to wait.

"We could do it right here. On that chair," she told him, nodding to the kitchen table. Slowly kneeling, she kissed his dick when on her knees, looking up at him and smiling as her tongue slid along his shaft. She kissed his cockhead, a drop of precum sticking to her lip before falling away, her tongue licking it clean as she maintained eye contact.

Her fleeting touches were more than he could bear and pulling her up, kissed her, her long dark hair flowing over his arm as they embraced. Step by step they moved to the table, his hand reaching behind him until he found the chair. Sitting down, they continued to kiss, Becca climbing on to his legs and inching her way forward, her covered breasts coming in contact with his bare chest.

Taking a moment, she tossed her head, making sure her hair was behind her, and reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her top. Her breasts sprang free, the voluptuous shapes inviting to be touched.

"Kiss them," she told Brad, arching her back so her breasts were thrust forward.

His hands cupping the rounded shapes, he lifted one then the other, kissing them in turn before rubbing his face across their smooth surface. Licking a nipple, he sucked on it, Becca's hands resting on his shoulders as she looked down to watch him taste her.

"Like that," she cooed, "suck on me." She pressed forward, her breast forced against his mouth, his free hand tweaking the other exposed nipple.

Lifting herself on her toes, she moved her body until his erect dick was wedged between them.

Dropping his hands, his mouth still sucking on her breast, Brad grabbed her ass and lifted, Becca almost standing as his dick slid beneath her and cautiously impaled herself on it.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, "that feels good."

The two were locked as one, his hard cock buried deep in her yearning pussy, her breasts flattened against his face, their arms wrapped around the other. Enjoying their sexual romp, they were startled by the sound of the back door closing.

"I can't leave you two alone," Nikki commented as she entered the kitchen and saw the entwined bodies. "It's only been two minutes."

"More like five," Becca corrected her, grinning as she moved her hips in small circles, her thighs spread across Brad's.

Rolling her eyes, Nikki rooted through the drawers until she found a pack of matches and taking the burgers with her, left the two without further comment.

"Has it really been five minutes?" Brad asked, feeling his dick twirled inside her.

"I don't know," Becca said. "I just made it up."

Laughing, Brad kissed her, holding her well-endowed form to his. Seated in his lap, his shaft rubbed against her as she continued to move her hips. The balls of her feet dug into the floor as she held her position, Brad more or less unable to do anything other than hold her as she rode his cock.

With a bit of effort Becca lifted herself then dropped back down, her ass bouncing against his thighs. Again she lifted then fell, impaling his cock deep into her wet pussy which now wanted more.

"We need to find a better position," she breathed, her hands holding his shoulders as she continued to grind against him.

Feeling the same way, Brad reached down under her legs and tried to stand. He tried again when he couldn't get the leverage he wanted before realizing their position wouldn't allow him to pick her up.

"What?" she asked, unsure what he was trying to do.

"I was trying to pick you up," he told her, slightly annoyed at his failure.

"I'm not that heavy!" Becca protested.

Chuckling, Brad told her, "It's not that. With you in my lap I can't get enough momentum to get us both out of the chair."

"Oh." Finally understanding what he was trying to accomplish, Becca carefully stood, his dick sliding from her, and waited next to the chair. 

"How about here?" she offered, pointing to the table.

Grinning, Brad backed her up to the table and with his hands under her arms, and a light jump from Becca, placed her on the top. Not waiting for her, he pushed her down until she was lying flat and while lifting one leg to the side, pushed his dick back into her.

"In a hurry?" Becca joked, adjusting her position.

"You said this would be a quick one," Brad replied, already beginning to thrust his hips.

Quickly developing his rhythm, Brad held her behind the knees, Becca's ass almost off the table as he sawed his cock in and out of her bald pussy. The table occasionally inched away as he drove himself into her, her breasts swirling in circles or bouncing up and down as he shoved harder.

"Oh yeah," Becca teased, "give it to me. Come on, make me cum."

Harder Brad pumped his dick into her, her pussy feasting on him as the sounds of their bodies slapped together.

"Come on, harder," she urged him, grasping her breasts and squeezing them as her eyes locked with his. She watched him straining as he fucked her, his breaths short and sharp, his hands gripping her legs tight as her body moved on the table.

Pushing her legs back further, Brad looked down to watch his dick flash in and out, her juices coating his shaft, her now ruby lips sucking on him with each thrust. Now he understood what had captivated Nikki on Friday night; the sight of his cock pistoning in and out of another being was mesmerizing.

Becca growled, her hands grasping the edge of the table to hold herself in place. Her breasts bounced wildly as his dick plunged into her, her pussy salivating as it was repeatedly penetrated.

Like a wild man Brad fucked her, his hardened cock doing his bidding, his body climbing the orgasmic mountain yet occasionally falling back to take another run. One minute, two minutes, then a third, his unending drive continuing.

"Like that," Becca called out, snapping him back to reality. "Keep going." She had never experienced a seemingly inexhaustible fucking machine pounding her pussy. Though she was growing sore, she loved this feeling, the frictional warmth radiating through her being.

"Lunch will be ready . . . " Nikki stopped as she rounded the corner and saw Brad fucking Becca on the table. Her eyes were wide as his hunched over form plowed itself between the spread legs of her friend.

Brad looked over his shoulder, halting his actions, his eyes wide as he stared at Nikki.

"Sorry," she apologized and left the kitchen.

Their fuck session interrupted, the two momentarily relaxed, their bodies still wanting what awaited them, Becca suppressing a giggle as Brad held his position over her.

"Wonder if we ruined her appetite," Becca joked, Brad laughing along with her.

"I don't know, but I'm hungry," he said.

Becca giggled, the two slowly getting back into rhythm until he was once again pounding hard into her pussy.

"Almost there," Becca breathed. Her mouth was parted as she looked at him, her body rocking on the table, her breasts bouncing in time to his thrusts. Brad was tired but couldn't stop, his hardened dick flashing in and out as he fucked Becca, his hands gripping her legs as he spread them wide.

"Right there! Right there!" Becca called out, her brow furrowed as her open mouth gulped air. Her throat let out a stammered groan, her body tensing as each thrust plowed into her until she twisted on the table and cried out her release. 

Her cries calling to him, Brad somehow went faster, his machine-like performance coming from out of the blue. As her voice echoed in the room, he fucked her harder, now desperate for his own release. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum, and he was hell bent on making it happen.

Finally the fiery flow of his cum shot into Becca's waiting pussy, her wet, red lips forcing him to spew his load, unable to control himself as he repeatedly pierced her.

Becca's voice trailed off to stuttered breaths as Brad continued to use her for his pleasure, the sounds of their bodies slapping together mixed with the scraping of the table legs against the floor as his thighs bumped against the table edge.

Soon Brad slowed and stopped, his chest heaving from exertion, his dick pulsing inside Becca as he stood over her, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. Lowering her legs, Brad withdrew from her, both of them groaning at the tenderness they felt, his hands coming to rest on the table as he leaned over to recover.

Becca lay flat on the table, her legs hanging over the edge until she had sufficiently recovered and sat up. She looked at Brad who looked back, the two smiling at each other until she dropped from the table and disappeared down the hall. Following her lead, Brad went to the second bathroom where he cleaned up before finding a pair of shorts and a shirt and had just finished when Becca reappeared from his bathroom looking more sprightly.

"You okay?" he asked with genuine concern.

Nodding, Becca replied, "Uh huh." She came up to him and hugged him, squeezing him tight before standing on her toes to give him a kiss.

"Now I know why Nikki likes you," she told him, leaning against him and holding him.

Unsure what she meant by that comment, Brad held her, his hands grasping her long, cool hair.

With a sigh Becca released him, giving him one final kiss before the two returned to the kitchen where, like Nikki, he helped her back into her bikini. When finished, he took a long look at her, the black material strategically covering her yet enhancing her youthful curves. 

Becca grinned as he examined her, turning quickly so her hair flung out and made her way to the back door. Brad followed and as she went to open the door, pressed his hand against it so she couldn't open it.

She looked at him, confused, but he didn't give her much time as he kissed her, hard, pressing her against the door. He ran a hand down her side, across her hip then down to slide under her bottom and squeeze her ass cheek.

"Wow," Becca commented when he stopped kissing her, "a little aggressive."

"Only a little," Brad smirked before lifting off her and opening the door.

The two made their way outside and found Nikki pulling the burgers off the grill and arranging them on buns.

"Good timing. Everything is by the pool," she told them.

Brad took a plate and with Becca beside him, went to the indicated spot where they found condiments, vegetables, drinks and everything else arrayed on the walkway.

"Someone's been busy," Brad called back to Nikki who joined them. "I didn't know I had hamburger in my freezer," he said as he made himself comfortable.

"You didn't," Nikki told him, sitting on one side while Becca sat on the other. "While you were asleep I made a quick trip and got some."

"Like that?" Brad asked after gnawing on a carrot.

"Yeah. Why?"

Whether it was his more mature outlook or jealousy, something about Nikki in her bikini on display for every other guy she met at the store made him uncomfortable. He didn't answer but took a bite of his burger, surprised at how well she had made it.

Their legs dangling in the pool to try and keep them cool as they sat in the afternoon sun, the three talked about nothing in particular as they ate, the events of the house seemingly forgotten.

"I'm going to take a swim," Becca told the other two after she finished.

"Take it easy," Brad warned her.

"Not going to rescue me if I get in trouble?" she joked as she stood on the second step.

"I'll leave that to her," he said, tossing his head towards Nikki. "I'm saving my strength."

As one they laughed, Becca taking the final step and slipping into the pool where she sank beneath the water, moments later rising and leaning her head back as the water streamed down her hair.

Leaning over, Nikki quietly asked him, "How come you're in such a good mood?"

"I guess the nap did this old geezer some good," he quipped, laying his hand over hers and taking hold of it.




Regifting Ch. 05



She squeezed him back, grinning as they squinted under the blazing sun, until she stood and went inside, reappearing a short time later wearing her sunglasses. Somehow the glasses made her look even more desirable than she already did, their dark surface adding a bit of mystery to the barely covered elegant beauty.

Eventually all three were in the pool playing around, Brad ignoring the fact he didn't have on his swim trunks, and enjoyed themselves. Brad showed off a bit by lifting one, then the other, into the air to splash back into the water, the women teasing him when they both removed their tops and let the water swirl around their exposed breasts. It was in the light of late afternoon they finally called it quits, their day having run its course and together they put away the food before heading to the shower. 

Arranging themselves as best they could, the three switched positions as one then the other rinsed themselves clean with Brad rubbing each of their asses as they faced away from him.

"Still touching," Nikki joked, giving him a quick kiss as his hand slid over her.

When finished, Brad waited as the two dried themselves then used a damp towel to its best effect before being told he had to leave. He asked why but was given no answer, Becca taking his hand and leading him to the living room where she handed him a bottle of lotion before lying down to watch whatever was on tv. Seeing that he was deliberately being kept in the dark, Brad did what was expected of him and worked the lotion into her bare skin.

"I'm glad I'm staying here tonight," Becca commented, "because I'm about to fall asleep."

"This old guy wear you out?" he joked, working his hands down the back of her thigh.

Becca giggled but didn't reply, her body relaxing as his hands massaged her.

Several minutes later Brad heard, "Could I talk to you?" and looking up, saw Nikki standing behind them dressed in the same outfit, heels included, she had on Friday night, her hair neatly arranged though not in the same soft curls. Just as before, she looked radiant, her figure accented by the dress which swept over her.

Becca sat up and smiled as she admired her friend.

Brad didn't say anything. He simply stared, the same feelings he felt Friday night returning anew.

Crooking a finger at him, Nikki beckoned him to follow her and she gracefully walked back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him once he entered.

"Why are you dressed up?" he asked, conscious of the fact he was nude while she was not.

Nikki approached him, her gaze never wavering from his until she was in his personal space and ran her hands up his chest to slide over his shoulders.

"This is your surprise," she quietly told him, giving him a light kiss.

"You?" Brad asked, smelling the scent of her perfume, something he hadn't since Friday night.

"Uh huh," Nikki smiled, "and a bit more. First, you get to touch me as much as you want."

While he wasn't adverse to such a suggestion, Brad was curious why she would pointedly tell him this when he had spent the entire weekend doing just that. His hands slid up her naked back, the edge of her dress contrasting with the warmth of her skin, then down to run a hand over the sculpted curve of her ass.

Nikki leaned on him, enjoying his touch as she always had, letting him explore her. Just like Friday night she was bare beneath her her dress, the silky material skimming over her skin, her body reacting to his touch as they stood in the room.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her cheek.

Without a word she looked at him, a small smirk on her face.

"Does it matter?" was her answer, her lips brushing his as she clung to him. She could easily feel him, their bodies separated by the thin fabric, and she pushed her hips to meet him.

Despite having spent the past few days with her, Brad still couldn't get a handle on who she was. Was she using him just because she could, or was she looking for something else? Was this nothing but a game, or was there a hidden meaning? Did any of this matter?

Rubbing against him, Nikki felt her desire growing, the need for one more time with him gnawing its way relentlessly forward.

"I want you," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear as she spoke. "I want to feel you inside me."

Taking him by the hand, she led him to the door where she rested her back against it and pulled him towards her, a leg lifted high to hook behind him as she held him.

A hand skimmed up her leg and pushed her dress up her thigh, the airy fabric easily sliding up her smooth skin until his hand dove behind her to hold her ass. She kissed him as he touched her, her body warming as they embraced, his hard dick pressing into her. Down her leg the hand went, to slide under her thigh, holding her as they embraced.

Pushing him away, holding him at arms length, Nikki kept pushing until he was forced to sit on the bed. Lifting her dress up her leg, she placed her foot on his thigh and looked at him, grinning in that deliciously seductive way.

Taking the hint, Brad ran his hands over her calf, wrapping around and behind it to then move higher to her thigh. He pulled his hands back down, his fingers dancing over the presented leg, marveling at the smooth softness. Reaching up, he held her knee with one hand while gliding his other under the hem of her dress, reaching high up the underside of her thigh then again pulling his hand back.

Nikki said nothing as she watched him, savoring the time he was taking, enjoying the exploration as she held her position. She wanted him to do more, to dive deeper into her, but she let him take his time knowing how much he delighted in touching her.

Suppressing a smile, she pulled her leg from his grasp and stepped back, turning her back to him. Undoing the clasp to the ring about her neck, she held her dress to her as she moved in profile, the graceful sweep of her back falling away to the elegant curve of the small of her back, the dress then cutting off any more of the enticing view. Slowly she let her dress fall from her, the erotic unveiling just as captivating as the first time Brad saw her do it.

Her breasts became exposed, the satiny material effortlessly gliding over the alluring shapes, then down further until it clung to her waist. With the barest of effort Nikki pushed down, the garment silently dropping to the floor and bunching around her ankles. Without looking she stepped free, turning to face Brad who could only stare at this magnificent being before him. She was the epitome of beauty, her finely sculpted body calling out to all who gazed upon it.

With slow, deliberate steps she came up to him and sat in his lap, an arm behind his neck to hold herself in place as his hand went to her hip. No words were necessary as she leaned down to kiss him, her legs crossing as she twisted when they embraced.

"I want you to do something for me," she whispered.

"Anything," Brad answered, completely captivated by this blonde seductress.

"I want you," she continued, kissing his cheek, "to make sure," another kiss, closer to his lips, "I can't walk straight," a wisp of a kiss, "when I leave."

Startled, Brad looked at her, unsure what she meant.

Nikki grinned, realizing she was being too subtle. Sliding from his lap, she stood next to him and leaned over the bed, supporting herself on her hands, her feet spread wide for stability. She looked over her shoulder then wiggled her ass, hoping he understood what she wanted.

Slowly grasping what she was asking, Brad rubbed his hand over the presented delight, his fingers slipping between and around her bent form. His memory returning, he knelt behind her, his hands gliding up and down her legs until he took hold of her and pulled her apart. As if in a daze he jammed his tongue into her, Nikki gasping at the rough pressure being applied.

"Like that," she hissed, pushing her hips back to force his tongue harder into her hole.

Brad dug in, his tongue swiping at her puckered edges then down to partake of the feast that was her presented pussy. Between her lips he went, her dampness resting on his chin, her body tingling as he licked her. Back up he went, his fingers pulling her apart so his tongue could scrape her ring, Nikki squirming as he held her open.

"Lick me," she told him, her body on fire as the passing years had eroded how it felt to be touched by him. She wanted him to dig deeper and she leaned down on to the bed, her ass fully presented as his tongue lapped across her.

Minutes passed, time in which Nikki wanted to touch herself but resisting the urge as Brad buried his face into her. She couldn't remember being so wet, the need to be taken the only thought in her mind but she held out, letting her craving grow until she could resist no further.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her voice wavering as Brad alternated where his tongue went.

"Yes," was all he said, pausing only for the briefest of moments to answer.

Fighting the urge to stay in place, Nikki pulled her way free and sat on the bed, her face flushed as she brushed the hair from her face. Sliding down until her legs were astride him, she lifted Brad up to kiss him, her heated embrace letting him know of her needs.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she breathed.

"What?" Brad asked, surprised at her request.

"I want you," Nikki said again, straightening her back as she looked at him, "to fuck me," pushing on his shoulders until Brad had no choice but to fall on to his back, "in the ass," she finished, straddling his hips and rubbing her wet pussy up his hardened length. She hovered over him, her breasts just out of reach of his mouth, her lustful hunger evident in her voice.

"Didn't we already do that?" he asked, clasping his hands behind her as she continued to wet his cock.

"Yes, we did," her calm voiced answered, "but that was a quick one." She kissed him, lightly, her breasts grazing his chest as her hips continued to slide back and forth. "I want the real thing; a long, slow, deep fuck that will keep me sore for days."

Her bold request gave Brad pause. Up to now they had enjoyed each others company, fooling around when the mood struck them, but neither forcing themselves on the other or making undue demands. Now things had changed and she wanted something he wasn't sure he could give her.

"Why?" he asked.

Grinning, Nikki gave him a kiss before telling him, "Because." She stopped moving on top of him and waited, looking down at Brad who was still searching for an answer. Sensing his hesitation, she pleaded her case. "Please," the soft voice said, almost begging him to acquiesce. "For me."

"What do you want from me?" His hands now holding her hips, Brad wondered why this change had come over her so suddenly. Her actions were out of character from what he had known and his gut feeling was there was something else going on.

Sighing, Nikki slid to lie next to him on the floor. The heel of her shoe digging into the floor as she raised her knee, she stared at the ceiling, her gaze vacant as she sought for words. Nearly a minute passed before she turned to nestle against him, her head on his chest.

"I like being with you," she told him. "I don't have to worry about whether you're with me just so you can sleep with me, or what I'm wearing or how I act. I can be me."

The honesty with which she spoke was jarring and Brad pulled her closer, his arm wrapped behind her to hold her in place.

"You never ask anything from me," Nikki continued, "and always let me know what you're thinking, not to mention you appreciate me for me." She paused, her hand absently kneading his chest. Sitting up on her elbow, her leg thrown across his, she finished, "I want to remember the only person I've met who makes me feel special." She paused, searching, then, " I . . ." but cut off her words, leaving the last thought unfinished.

Brad didn't know what to say. He had never heard those words from anyone, so to hear them from what could only be considered a fling was almost unnerving.

"Nikki," he began, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He caressed her face, a face which was no longer happy or radiant but instead had a sullen, lonesome appearance. Her eyes looked into his, their crisp, blue nature now dull as she listened to him.

"Being with you this weekend has been, without a doubt, the most invigorating, exciting, surprising, and exhausting," he chuckled at the last adjective as did Nikki, "time I have ever had. There is nothing you need to say or do to make this any more special."

A brief smile crossed her lips as she looked down at him.

"Will you? Please?" Her words were no longer a plea but a request.

"Why?" he again asked. It wasn't that he wouldn't, or couldn't, do what she was asking, but he wanted to be sure, just as their first time together, she wanted to do this.

"I need to feel it," she explained. "I need to feel you."

"Will it make you happy?"

Nodding, she answered, "Yes."

Though he had done whatever she had asked him to do over the past few days, Brad recognized the difference between those requests and this one. She seemed to want him to do this for her own personal reasons, reasons she was either unable or unwilling to tell him.

"Are you sure?" he asked her again, reverting to his role as the oldest adult in the room.

She nodded again, attempting a weak smile as she ran her hand over his chest.

"Okay," he relented, pulling her down to give her a kiss on the cheek. The two looked at one another for several moments until she slid off him and took hold of his dick which was no longer hard. With deliberate motions she stroked him, her head resting on his chest as she watched her efforts slowly bear fruit. Brad didn't say anything, letting her do what she wanted, holding her and enjoying their contact.

It took time, but Brad eventually became hard enough to fulfill her wish and with only a brief detour to her duffel where she retrieved the lube, Nikki climbed on to the bed and got on all fours, her ass presented and awaiting his entrance.

"Make sure you really work it in," she told him, "You're going to be there for a while."

Standing behind her, Brad took a long look at that marvelous ass, a hand caressing the exquisite curves before squirting a small glob directly on her, Nikki momentarily flexing open at the cooling sensation, then added a bit more. With the tube securely closed and out of the way, and with one last look, he took firm hold of his dick and rested it against the slippery liquid. Looking over her shoulder, Nikki smiled, her body tense as he increased his pressure until his cockhead slipped beyond her anal ring.

Immediately she relaxed, the slippery sensation of his cock sliding inside giving her what she had asked for. She basked in the seductive stretching, her anal muscles accommodating him with each passing second, the bare friction of his passing almost electrifying as her body took him in. Lying her head on the bed, her ass raised even higher, she waited for him to begin.

Brad held his position, his hands resting on her ass. She was tight, the unique pressure firmly holding him in place, though with small amounts of force he pushed his way further inside.

"Mmmm, that's it," he heard her coo, her knees adjusting their stance as she made herself comfortable. "Go slow. I want this to last."

Doing as told, Brad kept pushing, his cock scraping past her taut ring until his hips rested against her ass.

Another airy gasp escaped from her lips, her hands balling as her body relaxed further to ease his movement. Settled in behind her, Brad pulled back and looked down to watch as his now shiny shaft magically reappeared, the division between his body and hers an invisible line. When he was back as far as he dared, he pushed himself forward, the tension of her muscles compressing him as he did her bidding.

"Go deep," Nikki told him, making another small adjustment to her stance by lowering her back.

His passage was much easier and in seconds Brad had bumped into her ass but kept going, now holding tight to her hips as he continued to push forward.

Stammered sounds slipped from Nikki's lips, her body partially compressed between he and the bed, her ass forced open by the cock pressing inside her.

"Okay," she whimpered, taking several short breaths until Brad began to withdraw. Rising again to all fours, she told him to hold still. As Brad held his position, Nikki pushed back then began to move her ass in small circles, the hard dick inside her swirling in unison.

Soft exhales were heard as Nikki increased her motions, her ass grinding away as Brad's cock went round and round, scraping her walls.

"God this feels good," Nikki exclaimed, her head raised, eyes closed as she concentrated on every touch of his dick inside her. Her heart beat faster, her body growing warmer as the moments ticked by, moments in which Brad watched this woman use him as her personal sex toy.

Faster she went, stuttered breaths heard as she dug his dick into her, her excitement growing as she developed a rhythm. She half-swirled, half-bounced her ass on his dick, Brad resting his hands on the top of her ass as he watched this sexual display.

A shudder raced up her spine and Nikki moaned, her body shivering as she found the spot which she had been searching for, the repeated touch of Brad's dick now driving her need. The rising, heated twinge she normally felt between her legs grew in her depths, her body almost addicted to the electrical bursts coursing through it.

"Ohhhh. . . fuuuuckkkk. . ." was all Brad heard, the mewling, almost child-like squeal ripping through the room as Nikki lost herself. Her body rocked on the bed, forcing him inside, the motions of her ass having no coherent pattern as her orgasm surged through her.

With a collapsing suddenness Nikki stopped, her body falling to the bed as her ass, impaled on Brad's cock, remained aloft. She could feel her pulse pounding everywhere at once, an enveloping warmth spreading over her, her throat cracking as she took deep breaths.

Though he had seen many sides of her this weekend, Brad was still amazed at how things had transpired. Now standing behind her, he almost laughed as he felt a series of light contractions around his shaft, realizing it was Nikki's body responding to the after effects of her release. With a father-like touch he lightly rubbed her upturned ass, his cock securely held in place as the bent form recovered.

It didn't take long before Nikki lifted herself and looked back at him with a shitty grin on her face.

"Let me guess," Brad said, "you're sensitive now that you've got going."

Vigorously nodding her head, Nikki giggled and wiggled her ass, the hard dick flexing inside her as she did.

"Go ahead," she told him, "have at it. Just not too hard. Yet."

It could hardly be called romantic, let alone sexy, yet this situation reminded Brad of the similar event which had transpired four years prior in his home office. Like then, he slowly built up his thrusts, letting Nikki adjust to him, her body now easily taking him in and moving with him.

Their quick escapade the other day was nothing like this. While that had been raw and hard, this was decidedly more relaxed with Brad taking his time to enjoy the tight sensation of Nikki's anal ring clenching him. From time to time Nikki would look back, grinning, her body rocking in time with his thrusts, her expression one of pure joy as he granted her wish.

Nikki stretched out her arm and lowered her body, her ass held high for Brad to use as he wished. She braced herself as the minutes ticked by, the slow, deliberate sawing of her hole only serving to increase her desires.

"Faster," she softly told him, the heat again building between her legs and she twisted an arm under her so her fingers could reach her slick slit. The dual sensations of being fucked in the ass and her fingers rubbing her hardened nub were invigorating, her hand vibrating faster the longer she touched herself. Harder she rubbed, her fingers sliding over the rounded bundle of nerves, her ass cinched tight around Brad's dick as it continued to pump into her.




Regifting Ch. 05



A sudden twitch of her body was followed by a breathy moan, then another, her moment drawing near as she diddled herself, her hips repeatedly flexing as the twin erogenous zones competed to push her over the edge. She again whimpered, almost crying out as she fought to hold herself back, attempting to prolong this glorious event for as long as possible.

"Faster!" she cried out, her fingers a blur as she furiously rubbed herself while Brad flashed his dick in and out of her hole. Her outstretched arm tried to brace her on the bed, her body nearly overcome by the thrusts into her ass and the sharp, downward jerks of her hips as her fingers rode roughshod over her clit.

With another high-pitched squeal she came, her call immediately falling to a drawn out groan, her throat just able to get out, "Don't stop," as her body was racked by the rolling waves of her orgasm flooding over her. Her hand couldn't stop touching herself as Brad's dick plunged into her, her hole stretched each time he bottomed out, the pleasurably painful experience going on and on until she let her hand drop and went limp on the bed.

Immediately Brad stopped, his heart beat racing from his exertion but his body not yet able to complete what had been started.

"Nikki?" he asked, concern filling his gut as her partially twisted form remained motionless in front of him.

"Nikki?" he called out again, more forcefully, a hand rocking her to get her attention.

As if waking from a deep sleep Nikki slurred, "Keep going," her form still unmoving yet her voice letting him know she was alive.

"Nikki?" he said a third time, unsure, despite her words, if she wanted him to continue. He grew nervous as the seconds ticked by, only the rise and fall of her back as she breathed letting him know she was still alive.

Slowly, and with great effort, Nikki rose from the bed, her head hanging down as she gathered her strength. She took several deep breaths before finally able to rise and sit back so she was impaled on Brad's still hard dick. With a few adjustments she was able to sit in his lap, his knees resting on the edge of the bed to support both of them. She leaned her back against his chest, an arm reaching up and behind her to hold his head.

"Keep going," her raspy voice told him, "I want to feel you cum in me."

"Nikki, are you sure. . .?"

"Please Brad, for me," she cut him off and contorted her position so she could kiss him. With her hands she found his and brought them up to her breasts, holding them there as the two prepared for the finish.

"I don't want to hurt you," he told her, his hands cupping her breasts.

"You can't," she told him. "Just fuck me and don't stop until you cum." Almost as an afterthought she added, "Please."

Hesitating, he kissed her neck, her arm again twisting to hold his head as he nuzzled her. He could feel how tight he was inside her, her glorious ass resting against him, her body partially arched away from him as he held her.

"Lay down," he quietly told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek before letting her take her time to get into position. With another long look at the wondrous form before him, Brad slowly began to move his hips back and forth, now noticing the tenseness in his balls from the prolonged session.

Though the lube had done its job, there was more friction this time, the sensation of his skin rubbing against hers soon having its effect as Brad thrust harder, his hands holding her in place by grasping her waist. Nikki silent as she rocked in front of him, soon curling her arms under her and bunching her body into a compact form, her ass completely exposed for him to do as he wished. This sight, of her fully presenting herself to him, was exhilarating and Brad fucked her, driving himself deep each time, Nikki still silent except for the occasional exhale.

Harder he went, his hands gripping tighter as he held her, his teeth clenched as his body took control. The rhythm of their bodies colliding grew faster, his dick pistoning back and forth more rapidly with each passing second. Whereas before he had been doing this for her, this was now for him. How and when this change occurred he didn't know but now all he wanted to do was fuck her. Hard and fast. To hear her cries as he took her.

With a powerful thrust he forced his dick into her, Nikki groaning at the strength of the penetration, her hands balled tight as she bore his assault. She whimpered at the pain but said nothing else, letting him use her for as long as he wished. She had wanted this and now she was feeling the result of her request.

Bap, bap, bap was the staccato sound of Brad's hips against her upturned ass, the heat of his passing now hotter than before as he continued unabated, his balls pressed tight under him as he tried to find the pace which would let him release into her waiting hole. Over and over he plunged into her, his shaft sliding past her constricted muscles at a furious pace, his body on autopilot as his fucking went on and on.

With a slight change of his angle of attack Brad finally found what he needed and with a few long thrusts, his streams of cum shot forth. He groaned loudly as his body emptied itself into Nikki who maintained her near silence, only her sharp inhales and exhales heard as Brad fucked her until she could hold back no more and let out a long moan which warbled each time Brad slammed into her.

He had never felt anything like this, the electrifying waves coursing through his dick and up his spine. Brad continued to fuck Nikki's ass, his breaths labored as he couldn't stop himself, his dick almost pulled free before repeatedly jammed back inside until, with an unexpected suddenness, he stopped.

Holding himself above Nikki as he gulped air, his dick embedded in her as he caught his breath, Brad felt lightheaded, his hands quivering as they held her waist.

Though pressed into the bed under his weight, Nikki said nothing and didn't move. A numbness enveloped her, a floating, ethereal feeling which took her away for a time until Brad lifted himself from on top of her and gingerly pulled his dick from her ass, sympathetic moans emanating from each as their soreness made itself known.

Almost flopping on the bed beside her, Brad lay still while Nikki slowly uncurled her hunched body and stretched to its full length. They were both exhausted, neither doing anything but breathing until Nikki slowly slid to him and put an arm across him. The two fought the urge to fall asleep and eventually staved off the desire long enough to rouse themselves and look at each other.

"You okay?" were the first words out of Brad's mouth when their eyes met.

Nikki nodded, a small smile on her lips as she brought her hand up to caress his face.

"Thank you," she said, a long, soft kiss given as they faced each other.

Further words weren't needed as the two understood what must happen next. Though it was obvious what would happen, neither wanted to acknowledge it and they remained in contact for as long as they could until Nikki carefully lifted herself on an arm and brushed her hair back from her face. Seconds later she lifted herself higher until she was on her hip, the uncomfortable nature of her position causing her to wince until she slid from the bed and stood. With small, staggered steps she went to the bathroom and closed the door, Brad remaining on the bed until his strength had sufficiently recovered and made his way to the second bathroom to clean up.

It took several minutes but both found their way back to the bedroom where Brad sat on the bed and watched as Nikki put on her clothes for the drive home. No words were spoken, only the fleeting glances as she tucked everything into her duffel, piled Becca's clothes as the foot of the bed then made a lap around the room to make sure she wasn't missing anything.

When finished she stood before him and rested her hands on his shoulders. They looked at each other for a few moments then leaning down as best she could, gave him a hug. After a final squeeze she lifted her bag to her shoulder and extended her hand which Brad took as they made their way to his front door.

Becca, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up watching tv, stood as the two made their appearance but said nothing. Nikki went to her and gave her friend a hug then asked where her bag was before reaching into her duffel and producing the two vibrators and the lube. Tucking them inside Becca's bag she told her, "In case you need them."

They grinned and with the final words, "Take good care of him," she hugged Becca again then returned to Brad, immediately kissing him and giving him another hug. They held one another, neither wanting to let go, before Nikki finally lifted herself free.

"Now I'll never know how you two made out," she joked, using it as an excuse to stay near him.

"You're more than welcome to come back any time and I'll tell you how it went," Brad told her.

Nikki forced a smile, unconvincingly, and gave him another hug, whispering in his ear, "Thank you."

After another lingering kiss, she let go and opened the door. Standing to the side with his head looking around the door, Brad watched as Nikki slowly, almost gingerly, made her way to her car. With a final look back she mouthed something then gave a wave before slipping behind the wheel.

He couldn't be sure what she was trying to say, but he had an idea, and closing the door, let the cool flowing air remove the humid air which had entered his house as he watched Nikki leave. Looking at Becca who was still silent, he asked, "Want a drink?"

"Sure?" was the ambivalent reply.

It only took a minute for Brad to find another bottle of wine, open it and pour each of them a glass, the mood much more somber than it had been in a long time as they leaned against the kitchen counter. Taking hold of the bottle, he guided Becca back to the living room where they returned to the floor to watch whatever was on tv. Finishing his drink before she did, he poured himself another glass and topped off hers. 

Becca wasn't sure what she should do but figuring it was the right thing to do, nestled herself against Brad who slipped an arm behind her to hold her, the drone of the tv background noise to him as he digested the last few days. Finishing his second glass he got another, filling Becca's nearly empty glass as well

"Some birthday, huh?' he absently asked.



Regifting Ch. 06



The two sat watching the tv, its glow overpowering the receding light of the early summer evening, until Brad dug out some leftover food and placed it on the table in front of them. They ate in near silence, Becca asking questions about his upcoming book but Brad offering only limited responses.

When finished they sipped the remainder of the wine, neither saying a word, Brad again loosely holding Becca's shoulder until he leaned forward and placed his empty glass on the coffee table.

Becca looked at him as he sat back and before she could say anything, he kissed her. He kept kissing her, the alcoholic induced desire eventually leading to him taking the glass from her hand and telling her to lie down.

Doing as he said, Becca stretched out on the floor, Brad taking a moment to turn off the tv and push the table away before lying next to her. He slid his hand over her prone form, starting at her neck and working his way down until his arm was fully extended then coming back up. He repeated this two more times, each time touching a different area before leaning over to place a kiss on Becca's cheek.

As he touched her he vacantly admired her, unable to not mentally compare her to Nikki. Though she would be with him through the night, it still felt hollow that this young woman would be with him and not Nikki.

Becca didn't say anything or move, letting him caress her, unsure what she should be doing. His hand continued to roam over her, touching her breasts, her stomach then gently sliding down to slip between her legs.

He kissed her, her lips instinctively reaching for his. Tenderly they embraced, Brad's finger pressing inside to rub, her hand soon covering his. He would stop occasionally to look into her hazel eyes, no words spoken between the two.

Separating from her, his lips kissed her neck then her chest to suck gently on a nipple. Becca's hand went to his back, cradling him as she watched his mouth move over her. 

He didn't know what he wanted, only that with Nikki gone he needed something. Moving down her body and lifting her leg, he slid under it so it lay across his back and moved forward until his face was mere inches from her nudeness. He softly kissed her, tenderly pressing his lips against her, almost timidly tasting her.

With light touches his tongue lapped against the soft folds, his hands holding firm to her thighs as she raised her knees and spread her legs, savoring the smoothness and slightly salty taste of her skin. He took his time digging his tongue into her, the delicate firmness of her lips invading his mouth as he began to suck on her.

Just as earlier in the day when they had their first romp, there was something enticingly different about the shaven area, something which now, in his slightly inebriated state, captivated his attention and he began to almost gnaw on the barren skin. His mouth moved from spot to spot, pulling on her skin and releasing it, the wetness spreading until he again dipped his head and licked her sex.

Becca still said nothing, her body fuzzy from the wine and growing warmer the more he touched her. She could feel the tingling between her legs, her nipples becoming hard as her arousal grew, her attention focused on where his tongued licked her.

Moving forward, Brad pushed his shoulders against the underside of her thighs, her legs pressed back so her pussy turned skyward. His mouth clamped over her slit and sucked on her, his tongue finding the small bump and flicking against it. He was rewarded by airy moans slipping from Becca's lips, her legs twitching as he rubbed against her sensitive nub.

Pushing her legs back further so her body curled, Brad jammed his tongue into her ass, a breathy exhale heard as Becca's body jumped at his touch. Harder he dug his tongue into her opening, pushing the point against her until it was almost inside her.

"Mmmmm," Becca cooed, taking several wavering breaths before a quick inhale as his tongue slid up to lick the small the divide of skin then lap at her now moist slit.

Though he could have, Brad had no intention of fucking her. This time all he wanted was to hear her womanly squeals, to feel her body rocked by its orgasm, to taste the sweet nectar between her legs. Quickly he flicked his tongue across her most sensitive of spots, Becca squealing and grabbing his head as he continued, now panting as her heart thudded in her chest with each touch.

Abruptly Brad stopped, looking down at the wet folds of skin, seeing her hips moving though he wasn't touching her. Dropping his head, he buried his face in her, his tongue picking up where it had left off and thrashing against her.

"Ooooohhh!" he heard her moan, the hand on his head pushing down even though there was no need to. He wanted to be here, to taste her, to make her cum.

Around and around he went, not missing a spot. Lightly licking some spots while applying more pressure to others, he was able to elicit more erotically charged sounds from the brunette. Her legs quivered as he pushed them back, her body twisting as he held her in place. Harder he licked the spot where her clit should be, finding the firm nub and clamping his mouth over it.

Becca's eyes shot open, her mouth calling out as she groaned in delight. She looked down to watch Brad's head move as he sucked on her, now able to see his tongue wiggle between her wet folds and dragged upwards until it grazed the spot she now wanted desperately to be touched.

"Right there," she cried out in a girlish voice, gripping his hair tighter as she forced him down.

But Brad didn't accede to her desire, instead only placing the tip of his tongue against her and gently swirling it round and round. His touch was light, intended to let her feel him but not so vigorous as to complete the task. Her engorged clit throbbed as he touched her, the pulsing felt in her head, her heart beat competing as it thudded in her chest. 

"Pleeeease!" Becca called out, now with both hands on his head, desperate to be sent over the edge and released from the sexual agony she was enduring. She tried to hump his face, her hips flexing as best they could with her legs forced back, on the verge of crying as Brad's actions had her entire body jumping each time his tongue grazed over her.

Then it happened. Brad pressed his lips to her and sucked, Becca immediately exploding as her body violently rocked on the floor. His firm grip on her legs preventing her from twisting and turning, her hips tried to thrust upwards as his tongue lapped against her sex.

Over and over she moaned, her eyes shut one moment to open wide the next as the unbridled orgasm slammed into her. She panted, becoming light-headed, an aching soreness developing in her curled form but not wanting him to stop. Each of his touches caused her to convulse, her whimpers growing softer and sounding more exhausted as he continued.

When she offered no further resistance Brad stopped, letting her legs down so she could fully extend herself. Leaving her where she lay, he took the two glasses and bottle to the kitchen before returning to her side. He lay down and again ran his hand over her, feeling the young, supple skin beneath his fingers, the warmth of her skin radiating into the room.

Without a word he leaned over and kissed a nipple, Becca mumbling but still not moving. Caressing her face, he saw her eyes crack open and orient on his face, a barely-there smile crossing her lips. She said nothing but slowly turned to nestle against him, her head lying on his arm as she tucked in tight.

His arm behind her, Brad held her, his fingers seeking out her long hair and playing with it then sweeping down her back to feel her protruding ass. He rubbed her cheeks, the rounded shapes comforting in his hand, then rested it on the small of her back and closed his eyes.

As he nodded off his head slipped from his hand and startled him awake, Becca still in the same position she had been. Nudging her awake, she grumbled, telling him she wanted to stay where she was but after a bit of insistent rocking she groggily stood. Though he too wasn't fully awake, Brad was able to pick her up and carry her to his bed, Becca's relaxed form clinging to him over the short distance.

He tucked her into one side of the bed before cleaning up for the night, then slid beside her and reached out to rest his hand on her upturned ass as she lay on her stomach. Staring at the darkened ceiling, he finally dozed off, his body succumbing to the efforts it had been subjected to over the past few days.

"Hey", his foggy mind heard someone say.

"Hey," he heard it again, this time accompanied by a push against his shoulder. Slowly opening his eyes, it took a few moments for them to adjust to the darkened room but there was just enough light for Brad to see a form hovering over him. His mind quickly deduced it was Becca who had awakened him. A quick glance at his clock showed he had been out for only half an hour.

"What?" he asked. "You okay?" concern that something was wrong his first thought.

"Uh huh," the quiet voice answered. "I just wanted to say thanks."

Puzzled, he wondered what she was talking about.

"For what?"

"For everything," she told him.

"Oh." Silence for a moment then, "No problem." A few more moments of silence. "Sorry if I was a bit pushy tonight."

"No problem," Becca answered. "That's why I'm here."

Without another word she lay on him, her hand across his chest as her leg crossed over his. Brad held her, his arm covered by her hair and closed his eyes, the warmth of their bodies soon allowing him to once again find sleep.

The two slept late, the workday having started for most by the time Brad opened his eyes. Becca was still soundly sleeping on him, her hair fanned out over her back and his arm. For several minutes he lay awake, the few muffled sounds of the outside world heard if he intently listened for them.

In his mind he went over everything that had happened during the extended weekend, the time now seeming too short and fleeting for the events to have transpired. Yet, in his arm was proof of what his mind remembered, a young woman dozing peacefully in his bed, even if it wasn't Nikki.

Pushing the sheet down to release some of the heat their bodies were generating despite the air conditioning, he looked at her unmoving form, admiring its unique shape and momentarily forgetting about Nikki.

He must have been daydreaming because Becca's movement brought him back to reality, his arm holding her as she stretched out an arm.

"Hey," she sleepily said, her eyes open for a fraction of a second before closing and her head finding a new spot on his shoulder to lay.

Smirking, Brad reached across with his free arm and with a small twist of his body, rested it on her exposed ass.

"Can't let go, can you?" he heard her mumble.

Chuckling, he apologized and removed it, Becca telling him it was fine if he groped her since he did it so nicely.

Laughing, Brad replaced his hand and gave her a small squeeze, her eyes opening for a longer time as she readjusted her position. She looked at him, the day's growth of stubble coating his face, and lifted her hand to drag a finger across the rough surface. Sliding down his chest, her hand came to rest on his shaven balls, cupping them before rubbing them in gentle circles.

"Can't let go, can you?" Brad joked.

Snorting with pleasure, Becca lifted her head off him. "What can I say, they feel good this way." She continued to rub him, feeling the tips of new growth of hair poking forth, his warm sack a comfortable weight in her hand.

"I have an idea," she suddenly said, releasing him and sitting up on her hip to look down at him.

Brad looked at her, remembering what happened the last time someone said they had an idea. Her long hair fell to the side, her breasts hanging free as she sat next to him.

"I'm almost afraid to ask," he replied, sitting up and fluffing a pillow to rest against.

"Hopefully you won't think it's weird. . .," she began.

"I think I've heard this before," Brad playfully cut her off.

Becca laughed and gave him a light slap on the arm before continuing.

"I like that you're shaved," she said, "the way your smooth skin feels when I lick you. Could I try something else?"

Brad waited before answering. He was trying to imagine where she was going with her train of thought but he quickly gave up, realizing his imagination in this area was far beneath hers.

"Such as?" he prodded her.

Shifting closer, she told him, "I want to see if you can fit in my mouth."

That was it. No explanation, no elaboration, nothing else.

Wrinkling his mouth in contemplation, he was tempted to ask why she wanted to do this but as with Nikki, he understood she was asking to do it because she could.

"No, that's not too weird," he joked with her, "why would you think that?"

Becca laughed, his way with words having the intended effect as she leaned in and kissed him.

"Are you sure?" she asked, "I don't want to come off as some sex-crazed nympho."

Now it was Brad's turn to laugh, telling her, "Considering what I've been through this weekend, I don't think this would put you over the edge into that category."

"However," he continued, "I should probably get cleaned up so I don't leave a bad taste in your mouth."

Giggling, Becca kissed him on the cheek then hopped out of bed and waited for him.

Her eagerness forcing him to move, Brad prepared the shower as she stood behind him, waiting patiently as the water warmed and he made sure they had clean towels.

Once inside, Becca stood under the watery streams first, her disheveled hair soon a wet mat hanging down her back. She smiled at him when their eyes met, his darting up and down the body he had been with for the past day. As she cleaned herself Brad took his turn standing under the water, the warm jets comforting as they splashed over him.

No sooner had he turned around and he felt something slippery on his dick and looking down saw Becca's soapy hand had hold of him.

"I thought you wanted the other parts," he joked, standing still as her hand pulled on him.

"I do," she said, "but just making sure you don't leave a bad taste in my mouth."

Chuckling at her answer, Brad reached over her for his washcloth and quickly developed a good lather before he turned the flow of water down to a bare trickle. Though she was coated in a soapy film, she still held his now hardening cock, her hand sliding over the slick surface.

"Turn around," she told him, his arm caught behind his back as he tried to reach a hard-to-get-to area.

As soon as he was repositioned, Becca reached around and took hold of him, her slick form pressed into his back, a hand reaching up to cross his chest as she played with him.

"Feel good?" she asked, smiling as her hand stroked him.

"Yes, it does actually," Brad said, looking down to watch her hand move.

This was much more slippery than Brad had imagined and it didn't take long for Becca's ministrations to have the desired effect. Her hand went out almost to his cockhead before sliding back, firmly gripping the now taut skin as she pleasured him. His heart beat faster as the moments ticked by, his hips beginning to move as his body took over.

Becca alternated how far her hand moved so as to make him last as long as possible, occasionally stopping for a few moments so he wouldn't cum too quickly before resuming her stroking. She slowly slid her hand over his length, taking care not to go too far forward as she pumped it back and forth.

She could feel his deep exhales as she continued and held more tightly as she increased the speed of her hand, gyrating her wrist as she did to provide more stimulation.

"Uhhh," Brad stammered, his back arching as he stuck out his cock. He reached behind to take hold of her ass and squeezing it as Becca worked on him. Though he couldn't fuck the hand wrapped around him, the sensation of Becca's motions was more than sufficient as he felt the growing urge deep inside.

Her hand sliding quickly over his erect cock, Becca watched Brads reaction, enjoying his panting breaths as she brought him closer to the edge. She smiled as she heard him gasping, his body flexing as a low growl emanated from his throat as he strained to control himself.

The sloppy sounds of her hand pumping his cock were soon replaced by the ebullient exhale of his release. His muscles spasmed as he was forced to cum, Becca's hand frantically flashing up and down as she bled him dry. His hips bucking as he gulped air, the release painful from the stop-and-start conditions which preceded it, the streams shot out to land on the wall and in the base of the tub. He couldn't stop cumming, the slippery coating on his shaft allowing for greater stimulation, gritting his teeth as the drawn out ejaculation continued.

Mercifully Becca slowed, her hand gliding from back to front and gently squeezing him, the few drops of cum dangling off his tip before falling into the tub. He was barely able to stand and wavered for a few moments before stabilizing, taking several breaths to calm his heart which thudded in his chest.

"Wow!" he breathed, the intensity of his orgasm much stronger than anticipated.

"I take it you liked that?" Becca quizzed. Though still holding him, she cradled his softening dick, her hand sticky with both soap and semen.

"Very," Brad answered, leaning his head back to catch his breath. He could feel his blood pulsing in his head, his body sore and tired as if he had been exercising.

Looking down, he and Becca exchanged looks then proffered a kiss which she accepted. His arm, twisted behind him, held her to him, the awkward position ignored for the moment.

Turning the flow of water back on, the two rinsed clean, Becca taking time to wash her long hair and Brad helping her by fanning it out several times to remove the shampoo. She leaned against him as he helped, her head resting comfortably on his chest, her body rocking as he pulled her hair to let it fall free in wet clumps before repeating the act.

When finished, he held her, the warm streams of water cascading across her back, a hand sliding down to rub her ass which made her giggle.

"You really like to touch, don't you?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Sorry, you just have a nice ass to touch," he said, giving her a small squeeze.

"As well as other things, right?"

Brad smirked, telling her, "You said it, not me."

The two shared a laugh before turning off the water and drying themselves after which Becca hopped on to the bed to lie face down and spread eagle. She didn't move or say anything until Brad stood next to her.

"Taking a nap?" he asked, looking down at the prone form.

"No," Becca answered, turning her head to look at him and smile. "Just waiting for you to rub me down."

Rolling his eyes, Brad asked, "So I'm here to do your bidding, huh?"

"Of course," was the matter-of-fact reply, followed by an even bigger smile. "In my bag I have a small bottle," she told him.

Giving her ass a light smack, Brad retrieved the lotion and after another light smack on her rear end, applied the lotion to her naturally soft skin.

"Mmmmmm," Becca exhaled. "This feels so good."

"I'm glad you approve," Brad joked, moving her damp hair to the side so he could reach all of her back.

Over several minutes Becca's body was thoroughly massaged into a delightfully dulcet state, her arms and legs noodle-like in their relaxation as she lay on the bed, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in her becalmed state.

"I should do this more often," she murmured.

"Sorry, this guy doesn't work for free," Brad quipped, putting her lotion on her pile of clothes.

Lifting her head, Becca replied, "I think I could find some way to pay you."

Laughing, Brad sat down beside her on the bed and smacked her ass, Becca turning to her side and propping her head in her hand. His hand reached out and his fingers ran through her hair, dampness still evident on the lower layers.




Regifting Ch. 06



"I need to take care of that," she said and left the room, returning moments later to stand in front of the mirror in his bathroom. Leaning her head side to side, she swept a large-toothed brush several times through her dark lengths before Brad interrupted her.

"Come here," he told her as he sat on the edge of the bed watching her.

Confused, Becca padded to him.

"Sit down," Brad said, sliding back so there was room for her to sit in front of him.

Doing as instructed, Becca sat on the provided space, her body confined between his legs, still unsure what he had planned. His hand reached around and took the brush from her, running it through her hair as she held her position. Though he couldn't see her face, she grinned as her head swayed to his actions, enjoying the unasked-for treatment.

"How come you're doing this?" she finally asked, holding her back erect as Brad continued to brush her hair.

"So I can get some real life experience for my book," he told her, his free hand running up the back of her hair to fan it out and let it fall free. "Besides, I like long hair such as yours. Gives me something to hold on to."

Her head snapping around after his last comment, her hair whipping free, she smiled, twisting her body enough until she could push him down. Grinning as she hovered over him, she wiggled her head so the ends of her hair tickled his face.

This didn't last long as Brad let go of her brush and pulled her on top of him, giving her a kiss before holding her. Becca didn't resist, comforted in his arms, her now dry hair spread out over the two of them.

"About that book," she commented, "what can you tell me about it?"

Chuckling, Brad told her, "I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" she asked, lifting off him just enough so she could look down at him.

"Because if I tell you, you won't go out and buy it."

"Are you sure you won't tell me?" Becca coyly asked, moving herself forward so her breasts rested on his face before lightly sliding them back and forth.

Not wasting the opportunity, Brad kissed each in turn as they moved across his lips, squeezing her ass which he held in both hands. She teased him by placing a nipple directly on his mouth, letting him lick her before pulling away.

"So, about that book. . . ," she repeated, repositioning herself to again lie on top of him.

"Sorry, not gonna happen," he chuckled, enjoying her antics as she tried to persuade him to reconsider. "And now," he continued, "it's time for us to get some breakfast." With a more firm pat on her rump he rolled her off him, giving her a light kiss as she lay on the bed, her arms holding him about the neck as she tried to prevent him from leaving.

"You're forgetting something," she told him with a devilish smirk on her lips.

"Such as. . .?"

"Come here," and using her hands, pulled him forward until he realized what she wanted to do.

"You sure about this?" he asked, a hint of trepidation to his voice.

"Uh huh," she smiled, still trying to pull him forward as his legs straddled her neck.

"You do realize this could be painful. For me," he cautioned.

"Don't worry. I promise I won't hurt you. I'll be very gentle."

Pursing his mouth, Brad sat up more fully on his knees and inched forward, Becca's mouth already wide open as she waited for him.

"Wait!" she stopped him, moments before he was in position. "You're gonna have to put them in because I won't be able to reach them," she informed him, trying to get her arms around his legs to demonstrate her issue.

"Now you tell me." With a final adjustment to his stance so his ball sack was hovering over her mouth, Brad reached down to hold his scrotum in position and carefully lowered himself. As he came in contact with her mouth Becca reached out with her tongue to lick his nude sack, almost juggling the two oval shapes before opening her mouth as wide as she could. It was an awkward position, him kneeling over her, trying to find the right way to get himself into her mouth without his tender area being scraped across her teeth, but with a push here and pull there, he was finally able to drop fully into her mouth, the sensation almost comforting.

Becca looked up, his dick just lying on her face and what he imagined to be a smile showing in her eyes. As he held perfectly still she incrementally closed her mouth, eventually able to hold him firmly by puffing out her cheeks. Her hands ran up and down his back, her feet dancing on the bed as she let loose a muffled squeal to celebrate her achievement. Her tongue moved over him, Brad grunting as the warm wetness slid over his bare skin, trying his best not to move as she did her thing.

She either hummed or moaned, Brad wasn't sure, but the vibrations felt delightful as they rippled across his captive sack. Seeing him react she did it again, this time longer and more forcefully, the effect causing him to involuntarily lower himself even further before she tapped his back and opened her eyes wide.

Rising, he had to perform the same maneuvers to get out as he did to get in, eventually retrieving his now wet sack in one piece. However, before he could lift clear, Becca's hands held his thighs and she lifted her face so she could rub against him. It almost seemed to him she was doing the same thing he had done to her breasts; rubbing against him so she could feel him on her face.

Her expression, a scrunched face coated in a joyous grin, made him laugh, the display comical as she moved her head side to side.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled, his legs locked into position as he knelt above her.

Her face turned so his dick and balls were lying on one side, she told him, "Just feeling what it's like though you should probably shave tonight as you're getting some stubble." Giggling after saying that, she turned her head so he was resting square on her lips, his dick balancing on the bridge of her nose. She puckered up and kissed him, the soft skin conforming to her distorted mouth.

Brad could only laugh as he watched her, the situation something else to add to his list of once-in-a-liftime events. She gave his scrotum several kisses before finally telling him he could get off, Brad making a double entendre of her comment.

"Maybe later," she said as she sat up, grinning from ear to ear as they laughed together.

Brad leaned downed and gave her a small kiss, Becca still grinning as he got out of bed and suggested they get something to eat.

"I probably should," she agreed, sliding off the other side of the bed to stand, "I've only had a snack."

Shaking his head, he found a pair of shorts and was in the process of pulling them on when he noticed she wasn't doing likewise.

"I hadn't planned to go out," she told him after he asked her if she was going to put something on. "I only brought what I wore and my bikini."

Oh. He hadn't realized that and offered her a shirt to wear which she declined, telling him she probably wouldn't be in it long anyway.

With another hearty laugh Brad removed his shorts and led her to the kitchen where he put his unexpected guest to work. While she beat the eggs, he pulled out some more leftovers and turned them into something they could eat. Afterwards, without being asked, Becca laid out the table and it wasn't much longer before the first omelet slid out of the pan.

"I really need to come here more often," she told as she stuffed another mouthful of food into her mouth.

Brad chuckled, watching her almost inhale the food from her plate as he prepared his breakfast. As he placed his food on his plate he offered her seconds which she readily agreed to. Putting the items into the pan, he told her she'd have to watch things because he needed to eat too. To regain his strength.

Becca laughed at the last part, dancing to his side and giving him a kiss on the cheek before returning to the stove to watch her meal so it didn't burn. While the omelet didn't come out as neat and tidy as his, it was more than edible and she dug into it as well, offering half of it to Brad who didn't turn down the offer.

When finished, the two cleaned up as much as their stuffed state allowed and after completing their morning routines, retired to the couch to relax.

"You don't mind me being here, do you?" Becca asked after they were seated, tucking her legs under herself as she turned to face him.

"No, you're fine," Brad answered, "I guess in a way it's nice to be let down easy rather than going cold turkey."

She giggled at his answer, moving herself closer until their bodies were separated by inches.

"Would you mind if I come over some time?" was her second question.

That surprised Brad and he asked her why.

"I'm not seeing anyone right now so there's no one to get jealous," she answered. "And I'll soon be taking more classes and I'm sure I'll need some kind of stress relief." The two laughed at her backhanded way of telling him she wanted to sleep with him some more before she added one more thought.

"Besides, I've gotten used to being rubbed down and having breakfast made for me."

That remark sent him over the edge and Brad let out a sustained laugh before pulling her close and kissing her. Though meant only as a sign of playful affection, the pressing of her nude body against his soon had the two exchanging more tender embraces, the hesitation of yesterday as the two adjusted to one another gone as their lips softly touched.

His fingers slid into her soft, dark mane, the length pushed to the side as they kissed, his head pulling back to gaze into her eyes.

"I hadn't planned on it, but I think I could manage you coming over now and then, just so long as you give me a heads up."

"So you wouldn't like it if I came over unannounced in nothing but a trench coat and heels?"

He chuckled at her teasing, telling her, "Someone's been watching too many bad movies."

She smiled then kissed him, a hand sliding down to rest in his lap. Neither looked, their eyes locked on to the other, his heart beating faster at her touch. Her fingers rubbed across him, adding to the warmth of their bodies and soon causing the intended effect, wrapping around his swelling length as she leaned in to kiss him.

Resting her head against his, Becca watched herself stroke his nearly hardened shaft, the color of his skin changing as she pleasured him. Without a word she slid down and positioned herself beside him, resting on her knees and leaning over to smoothly take him in her mouth. Her soft lips slid down his length, her velvety tongue cradling him as she sucked on him, Brad resting a hand on her back.

Using her free hand to toss her hair clear, Becca lay against his stomach as she slowly continued, not hurrying her tasting. She enjoyed taking her time; no rush to finish, no frantic bobbing of the head, no dick jammed down her throat. Just a long, drawn out blowjob which, hopefully, he'd feel down to his toes.

For his part Brad relaxed and leaned to the side, craning his neck to watch the performance of this young woman. There was something about watching from this angle which was more exciting than simply lying back. He was able to watch her lips change their shape slightly as they slid over him, their light smack as she pulled her mouth free, the way she licked them every so often.

Then he got to watch as she placed her tongue on the side of his cockhead and with gentle pressure, slide it around the entire surface. He wet touch elicited a quivering in his loins, its travel repeated three times before her mouth slid over and down his cock.

Though she had moved her hair to the side, its very nature caused it to spread out and hang down over her face, Becca twice pushing it out of the way until she looked at him and said, "Hold my hair."

"What?"

"Hold my hair," she repeated. "You said you like long hair, it gives you something to hold on to. Now's your chance."

Gathering her hair, Brad held the dark tresses in a large ponytail, now able to see more clearly what she was doing. His hand moved with her head which had started to bob up and down, his body still relaxed though his heart rate was picking up speed.

She didn't so much suck on him as she let the natural vacuum of her lips around his shaft do the work. She knelt over him, her mouth sliding up and down, a hand reaching between his legs to massage his tightening ball sack.

"Hhh. . . mmmmm," Brad let out, his legs spreading wider at her touch. His eyes were closed, head back as he was taken away by the actions of this young brunette, her face planted in his lap.

"You know. . ." Becca suddenly announced as she popped her mouth free and lifted her head, "it might be easier in a different position." Her hand stroked him, holding tight to his erect shaft as she talked.

Brad's eyes snapped open at her words, his head tilting forward until he could look at her.

"Just sayin," she grinned.

Again Brad didn't know what to say. He stared at her, words lost then found as he questioned, "Such as?"

Sliding from the couch, Becca knelt on the floor in front of him and momentarily opened her mouth until she started laughing.

"You can still hold my hair," she told him when she settled down to small giggles.

The time she had spent sucking on him now caused his normally analytical self to be overridden by his base desires, his hard cock leading the way as he stood. Looking down at the kneeling form, he studied the appealing figure of this young woman, her breasts prominently displayed as she rested on her heels, her now tousled hair streaming over her shoulders. An inviting smile left no doubt she was willing to please, seemingly enjoying the act and what it did to him.

Positioning himself, he ran his hands down the side of her head to smooth out her hair before taking hold of it and gripping it tight. Taking control, he pulled her forward, watching as she dutifully opened her mouth and his cock disappeared inside. The effect of her resuming where she had left off elicited a satisfied exhale, the warm wetness enveloping and holding him before she began to move her head back and forth.

Just as he had found out with Nikki, watching his cock flash in and out of another orifice was mesmerizing. His eyes saw one thing while his brain registered something else. It didn't take long for these two sensations to merge as Brad started to pump his cock into her mouth, using his grip on her hair to hold her in place as he fucked her face.

Becca didn't resist, the only change in her stance the raising of her hands to hold his hips. Her mouth worked its magic on him, his hips pumping back and forth generating sloppy, wet sounds as he used her.

Brad breathed deeply, his body warming and tingling as he passed through her lips. He couldn't stop watching his cock diving in and out of her mouth, his attention focused on his carnal act. He gripped her hair tighter, his hand pulling and pushing in contrast to the motion of his hips. He wanted to cum, to hear her swallow his creamy streams, to force her to drink his seed.

with both hands he held her head, his fingers digging into her mane of hair in large clumps, forcing her mouth back and forth over his length. Becca's arms acted like springs, keeping him from jamming his cock too far into her mouth, her lips sealed tight as he used her.

He moaned as his balls tightened, her touch electrifying as he drove into her. Faster he went, his heart pounding in his chest, almost desperate to find his release as he took complete control and rammed his cock deep into her mouth. Her head was held tightly, unable to move as his dick flashed in and out.

Brad groaned, his cum shooting free, his hips driving his cock into her waiting mouth, her head yanked forward with each thrust. She swallowed each stream without complaint, some of his cum seeping out to gather at the edge of her lips, the tip of his cock reaching the back of her throat each time.

Slowly his hands relaxed their grip enough so she could finish him, her mouth easily sliding over his softening length and applying just enough pressure so she could drink the few remaining drops of his cum. Though he could do no more, she held him, gently sucking, cleaning him, making sure he had nothing left to give.

With one final pull his dick flopped from her mouth, Brad's body deliriously warm and relaxed as he stood. Becca cleaned her mouth and giggled when she saw the look on his face, standing to giving him a light kiss and telling him to sit down.

Sinking into the cushion, his eyes closed as he came down from his sexual high, Becca curling her legs under her as she sat beside him, watching his expression change.

"Feel good?" she rhetorically asked, a smile painted on her face.

"Ah hah," Brad gurgled, unable to say more.

Giggling, Becca gave him another kiss on the cheek and told him she was going to go swimming and he should join her when he was ready.

It wasn't long before she reappeared in front of him, a foot nudging him to open his eyes as he was again greeted by the sight of the curvaceous brunette in her black bikini.

"Still look good?" she asked, spinning on the balls of her feet to show off for him, her hand holding a towel. Her hair flew out, continuing on its path to partially wrap around her before hanging free.

"Very," he answered, admiring her barely contained form.

"See you outside," Becca chirped as she walked away. "Don't be long," were her last words as the closing of the back door marked her exit from the house.

Tired, Brad debated whether to join her, his mind coming back to the fact Nikki wasn't here. Not that he needed her, he just wanted to be near her, her seductive ways overpowering any semblance of common sense he might have, pushing him in ways he hadn't imagined in decades.

Not that he didn't enjoy Becca, her more forward ways were equally stimulating, but having spent more time with Nikki he felt she was closer, emotionally, to him. Though as an afterthought, he did like the idea of having another willing woman to spend his time with.

Shaking himself from his perpetually investigative habit, Brad quickly cleaned up and pulled on his swimming trunks, joining Becca who was sitting on the steps, partially submerged as she soaked up the sun.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd show up," she teased, shading her eyes with her hand as she watched him approach.

"Just recovering," Brad joked, dropping his towel and joining her.

"Worn out?"

Snorting, he told her that might be an understatement.

"I'll let you go then," Becca said, standing and wading into the shallow end of the pool.

"I didn't say you had to leave," he called after her, his words catching her attention and bringing her back to him.

Sitting beside him, Becca lightly splashed water on to him, Brad playfully doing the same to her. He moved down to the third and final step, Becca doing the same and lying back so only her head was above water. Neither said anything for a time, their bodies both warming and keeping cool as the sun and water competed for their attention, until Brad asked her, "Are you sure you want to come back?"

Lifting her wet form clear of the water, Becca smoothed her hair back and looked at him.

"Yeah, why?"

Why was he asking the question? Who wouldn't want this engaging delight to spend the night? She obviously had no problem being with him, or doing things with him, so why ask the question?

"Never mind," and standing, Brad sloshed his way to deeper water before diving in and doing some laps. The small waves lapping at her reclining form, Becca watched as his practiced strokes propelled him through the water from one end to the other. When finished, he stood and caught his breath, water dripping off his heaving chest.

"Show off," Becca quipped, grinning as she watched him move towards her.




Regifting Ch. 06



"Says the woman in practically nothing," Brad replied, sitting beside her.

"You don't like it? Should I take it off?"

Brad laughed at her teasing moxie, remembering what he had suggested to Nikki who had declined.

"No, you're fine. I can see through it quite well when it's wet."

Becca giggled, climbing on top of him to straddle his legs.

"Wanna taste?" she offered, sticking her chest out so her breasts were front and center.

"Now?" His hands instinctively went to her hips, his eyes glancing down to admire the wet curves of her presented breasts.

"If you want."

It was tempting to taste those luscious mounds, to bury his face between their enhanced curves, but rather than following through, he leaned down just enough so he could lightly kiss the exposed tops then alternately bouncing his legs so they jiggled in their confined state.

Becca laughed, adding to the effect, then pushed herself on to him and kissed him. She forced her tongue into his mouth, greedily tasting him, her breasts pressed against his chest as the sun beat down on them. His hands slipped under her bikini bottom, the material stretched tight from the extra body parts.

"Let's go inside," she said after breaking their embrace. Grinning in that knowing way, her motive was transparent to all but the must dimwitted of men.

"You sure?" Brad asked.

"Uh huh," she nodded then kissed him again.

Drying themselves, Becca led him inside and to his bed where she stripped out of her swimwear in a flash and pulled him on top of her.

"Go ahead," she told him, "I know you wanna."

Brad's hands went to her breasts, captivated by how they felt as he kneaded them. He kissed each of the presented nipples in turn, their coolness from the pool soon dissipating as his tongue warmed them. But that wasn't enough for Becca, her hands catching him off guard and forcing his face into the cushiony mounds.

She laughed at his reaction, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold him in place.

"Someone's getting excited," she giggled, wiggling her hips as she felt his dick growing hard. "Hang on," she suddenly said, her legs snapping clear and pushing him off her. She disappeared down the hallway, quickly returning with the bottle of lube.

"Since we have to rinse off, there's no reason we can't get a little dirty first," she told him. Lying back down on the bed, she applied several small dollops of the clear liquid between her breasts then rubbed them together to create a slippery surface. 

"Okay," she announced, pressing her breasts together with her hands.

Brad hesitated before his emboldened nature took over and straddling her chest, placed his semi-hard cock into the indicated cleft. Becca pressed her breasts together more firmly, their buxom shapes cradling and partially covering him.

He had to lean over and place his hands on his headboard, but otherwise able to tentatively move his hips back and forth until he became fully hard.

"There we go," Becca said, smiling as she watched his performance.

This was certainly different than any pussy he had been in, the firm nature of her compressed breasts contrasting with the slipperiness of the lube. It wasn't long before he had developed a comfortable rhythm, his dick sliding in and out of her offered valley, his excitement growing from the slippery friction.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Becca asked, looking to watch as his cockhead momentarily appeared in front of her face before pulled back to reappear seconds later.

"Yeah," Brad breathed, the sensation not dissimilar to how it felt when she used her soapy hand on him. In fact, it felt really good, so much so he was soon properly fucking her breasts, his hips shoving forward then yanking back his engorged cock. Faster he went, his gaze looking down to watch his actions, Becca occasionally readjusting her breasts so they provided the most contact for him.

His deep exhales signified his aroused state, his hands gripping the headboard more tightly as he drove his cock back and forth. Faster he went, each time his cock compressed by her adding to his desire of this new found delight.

"Come on," she encouraged him, "cum on my tits." She smiled as she watched him shove his cock into her, the warmth between her breasts growing as its passing increased moment by moment. She made sure to keep her breasts pressed together, moving her hands to him in place.

His brow furrowed as he felt his balls tighten, his panted breaths and moans letting her know he was close. Still faster he went, his dick flashing in and out of her breasts, the bed rocking as the motion of his body moved their two bodies.

"Ahh. . . hhhhhh!" His cock exploded in a sharp release, small globs of cum spilling out on to her chest just below her chin as well as wetting the area between her breasts. This added lubrication forced him to go faster, his cock sliding more easily as his body quivered with each thrust, his hands held to the headboard in a death grip.

Becca's eyes were wide as she watched him cum, his warm drops of cum rubbed into her skin as he continued to fuck her breasts. She pressed her breasts together even harder, forcing them over his shaft as Brad moaned more loudly, his body unable to stop fucking.

But stop it did, his skin a bright pink when she released him. Reaching out with her hand, she took hold of his pulsing cock and wrapping two fingers around him, gently milked him further, Broad grimacing and groaning as she emptied the last few drops of cum on to her breasts. Even though he was sore and tender, her hand slid over his shrinking length until he was spent.

Collapsing beside her, he breathed deeply, even more so than when he was swimming, his body exhausted and wanting only to sleep.

Becca reached out with her clean hand and found his, not saying a word as they lay together, listening to his gulped breaths return to a more sedate nature. She waited about ten minutes before suggesting they clean up, Brad nodding but unmoving as he continued to recover, his body sore from head to toe. Another few more minutes passed she prodded him again, this time Brad struggling to turn towards her and saw the mess he had left.

"Wow," was all he said, looking down as Becca smiled.

"Now you know why I want to get cleaned up," she told him.

Agreeing it was the best course of action, he helped her sit up and quickly got the water running so she could step in and rinse off. This time there was very little horseplay, his hands gravitating to her ass excepted, and when finished, found something light to eat for a late afternoon meal.

They lay together on the couch for the remainder of the day until Becca told him she had to leave so she could get ready for work, Brad inwardly disappointed she couldn't stay but understanding why she couldn't. He helped her find her things, almost of all of which were confined to the bedroom, admiring how her curves were accentuated by her clothes. She hugged him, the two standing in the room until she pulled him down to kiss him, again thanking him for everything.

"You sure you want to come back?" he asked a final time.

"You keep asking me that," she answered, "do you not want me to?"

"I didn't say that," he told her. "I just want to be sure you're not letting your emotions take over and get you in over your head."

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." Her voice was solid and Brad knew she was speaking her mind so he let it drop.

As he had done with Nikki, he gave her a note with his phone number, cautioning her it was a private number and not to abuse it.

"Only when you give me a heads up," he told her in a father-like tone.

"So when I'm feeling horny?"

The two shared another laugh, Becca acknowledging his caution and kissing him, this time more deeply.

"I'll see you soon," she told him as they stood at the door, Brad clad only in his shorts and glancing at her breasts as they strained against the white cotton top she wore.

"If someone gets into an accident because they were looking at you," he joked, "don't call me. You're on your own."

Becca laughed, understanding his comment and with one final kiss, left him to return to her world.

Over the next several months she did call to ask if he was free, occasionally spending the entire weekend with him, their sex sessions ranging from simmering to overheating as they experimented on each other. They even spent New Years Eve together, Brad bold enough to take her with him to a party sponsored by his publisher where Becca had the attention of every man there, and almost every woman as well, with her black sequined strapless sweetheart dress which showed off her curves to perfection.

The following year continued with the two getting together less frequently as her classwork occupied more of her time, her thoughts turning to her thesis and what to do after completing her degree. Amazingly the two never had any significant disagreement, each innately understanding what their relationship was and not expecting more from it.

It was the middle of July when Nikki's name came up in conversation, Brad never having mentioned her since she had left but occasionally thinking back to their time together.

"Have you replied to Nikki's invitation?" Becca asked as they lay in his bed after another rousing bout of sexual exploration.

"What invitation?" Brad asked, immediately sitting up at the mention of her name and the question.

"You didn't get an invitation to her wedding?"

"No, I didn't get an invitation to her wedding. She's getting married?"

Assuming he would be invited, Becca instantly realized her mistake. As she had already let the cat out of the bag, she explained how Nikki was getting married in late September to someone she had met in college.

"She was seeing this guy when she came over?" Brad's stomach churned as he realized he had unknowingly broken one of his cardinal rules: never get involved with someone who is already involved with someone else.

"Yeah. Didn't she tell you why she wanted to see you?"

"She said she wanted to have drinks."

Becca was silent for several moments, the situation as he perceived it the complete opposite of reality.

"Then you don't know the real reason?"

"No. What was it?"

She hesitated, unsure how he would react to the truth but having no option but to tell him.

"She got engaged to this guy who was from Australia but going to school here. She knew once she married him she would be going with him back to his country because the company he was working for had a different job for him."

Brad was silent, understanding he would never see Nikki again even if he wanted to.

"So why did she come over?" he asked, a pain in his heart as he waited.

Becca sighed, the words she spoke even more unsettling to his ears.

"She told me about you in her senior year and her plans for coming back to see you. She spent months looking for the perfect dress, dragging me to every store she saw. Almost every time we talked she mentioned you; how you were so nice, how you were so mature, the way you did things, the words you used. She went on and on about how you were the perfect guy for her yet because of the difference in ages, she couldn't have you."

She paused, her words lying heavy on Brad's chest as he processed what she had said. He thought back to when he had first met Nikki, her effervescent demeanor and stunning good looks combining to override common sense which should have prevailed.

"She wanted one more night with you, one night to let loose and do what she wanted. She kept telling me she could be who she was when she was with you, that you wouldn't judge her or take advantage of her. She could do things with you and not feel guilty in the morning."

Silence hung over the two, his thoughts muddled as he tried to process the message.

"She never said it," Becca finished, "but I could tell. She was in love with you."

** END **