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April Ch. 01

By: Fawn_Shield



April walked through the door, throwing her graduate cap onto the couch.

I did my best to be cheerful. "Congratulations, my little graduate girl."

She disrobed her back-pack and threw it onto the couch also. "It's just rehearsal."

"What's wrong?"

She threw her arms out. "What's wrong? Oh, let me see. I don't have money for college. I don't have a car. And I'm the only one who borrows her mom's '85 sedan...freaking embarrassing."

I crossed my arms. "We've been over this, April."

"Yeah, I know." She became animated. "You promised me a car for my 18th birthday. Then you promised me a car for my graduation. Ever since your last boyfriend left, all you say is, 'things are different'." 

I stood my ground. "Yes, they are."

She plopped onto the couch. "Are they really?"

I rubbed my forehead. "Must we go through this again? You know my hands are tied." 

She shook her head. "No they're not. Why don't you just ask your stupid boyfriend to help you out? He has a lot of money, he drives a nice car."

"Jake's on the road a lot for business. He needs that car. If it wasn't for him, we would have lost this house. No telling where we would be." I pointed to the floor. "We were quickly sinking. Be thankful I have Jake. He pays the bills and puts food on the table."

She grunted as she leaned forward and sank her head into her hands. "I just don't get it. You two have been together for six months now. Why doesn't he just give you some money?" She then raised her head back up and said sarcastically, "Hey, I have a better idea. Why don't you just ask him to buy me a car?"

I looked at her for a moment, not wanting to fight. Instead, I sat next to her, putting my hand on her back. "I know you're upset, and I know things look dim. But don't ever think I have forgotten about you. It's just too soon to approach him for things like that. I just don't want to scare him off. Can you understand that?"

"But mom, he has a lot of money. He needs to cut you in."

"It doesn't work that way, April." I put my hands on her shoulders and gave her an optimistic shake. "It's not the end of the world. Just give it a little time and things will get better. I promise." 

Jake came through the front door.

April looked to him and then rose in frustration. She turned back to me. "I'm tired of your promises." She then stormed off, going upstairs.

Jake stood quietly as she left, then gently shut the door behind him and asked, "Is everything okay?" 

I played if off with a solemn smile. "Just girl matters."

"Oh." He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope and pointed it toward me. "I got you a little something."

I stood up as a true smile came over me. "Well, you little devil, what did you do?" I took the envelope and opened it. My eyes widened as I saw a check for $5,000. I put my hand to my chest. "Oh my goodness." I looked at him with disbelief. 

He was smiling. "I was waiting for this day. I got my quarterly bonus and decided to help you open up a bank account." He pointed to me. "Your account."

I put my hands over my mouth as a tear streamed down my cheek.

He put his arm around me and simply chuckled. 

I didn't know what to say. I had mixed emotions. I was so happy but guilt was setting in. It must have been obvious.

"What's bothering you?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and made the confession. "Oh, it's April."

"What's wrong?"

I stared blankly ahead biting on my lip.

"Julie, what is it?"

I couldn't take it anymore. "Can we talk about something?"

"Of course." 

I took hold of his arm, gesturing for us to take a seat. "Look, I never said anything to you but..."

He raised a brow. "But what?"

"What you just did for me is the sweetest thing. But it makes me feel guilty."

He placed his hand on my arm. "Why feel guilty? I gave it freely."

I had to let it out. "April's been bugging me about getting a car for over a year now. It just makes me feel guilty."

He didn't respond.

I held the envelope at each end, staring at it. "You want it to go into an account. But I need to use it as a down payment on a car. But then it would be like you didn't do anything for me. You know what I mean?"

He reached over and tapped the envelope. "You know what? That's for you. We're going to open up that account. I'll work out something on a used car."

April came down the stairs with a piece of paper in her hand. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and leaned against the counter next to the sink. 

Jake looked at her shortly and then turned back to me. "She does need a car; I agree."

I slowly shook my head. "But I can't let it be on you."

He put his arm around me. "I told you, this is your day. I'll find something for a few grand. It'll be okay."

I looked at April and scoffed. "The only used car she'll take runs $20,000."

He was shocked but quiet. "$20,000? Oh, hell no. For an 18 year old? Hell no."

"I agree."

"You agree? Then why are you going there?"

I resentfully looked to April. "Because if she doesn't get what she wants, then I'm going to hear an ear-full every day she opens the door." I turned back to him. "For some reason, I can't get it through her head that money doesn't grow on trees."

He chuckled. "You got that right."

I took his arm in mine and nudged my head toward April. "Maybe you can work something out with her. She is a very beautiful girl."

He leaned slightly back. "What are you talking about?"

April was reading the sheet of paper. I responded, "Look at those tight shorts and how they hug her pussy, where you can see the shape of it."

April then turned around and took a drink.

I continued, "And there's view B...every man's dream."

He had a look of horror. "Why are you saying such things?"

April left the kitchen and retreated upstairs.

I put my hand on his knee. "She needs a lesson in reality. She thinks that girls should get what they want. But she needs to learn that men expect something in return."

He only gazed upon my hand, without replying.

I added, "We're both in our forties. We got together because we need to be with someone. I never expected you to pretend like a twenty-something and go crazy with my body and go down on me or anything."

His eyes came up to mine, but he said nothing. 

I continued, "But it doesn't mean you can't have those things. You're a man. And just the same way girls use men, so men use girls. And the time has come she learns that lesson. She can't go through life throwing fits."

He covered my hand with his. "But I love you." 

I circled my finger on his leg. "I know you do. You didn't give me this check for nothing. You want me to open a bank account. That means the world to me." I gently put my hand beneath his chin and looked him in the eye. "Don't give her that car for free."

Again, he said nothing.

I put my hand to his slacks and started massaging his cock. With a soft voice, I said, "A virgin, 120 pounds, 18 years old."

He looked down at my hand. 

I continued, "She had a boyfriend. All he wanted to do was fuck her. She got tired of it and left him." I leaned closer and whispered to his ear, "What went through your head when you saw that nice ass in those tight shorts? Don't lie to me. Every man thinks something." 

His cock was starting to stiffen. 

I went on. "Those big green eyes and that straight brown hair...like a little girl. That's gotta' turn you on." His dick became erect enough for me to clasp onto it. I began stroking it. I made my voice sexier. "Maybe twist those nipples on those cute tits." 

His cock was hard. I licked my lips and shook his crotch. "Ooh, I love that big thing."

His forehead was flushed. "Yeah, you got it up, alright. And since it's your fault with all that talk, I think a blowjob is in order."

I released him. "Yes, it is. And she's the one who's going to give it to you."

"What?" 

I stood up and took a step back. "Anyways, I just wanted to throw that out there."

His mouth was open as he looked down. "You're not going to leave me hanging like this, are you?"

"Yes, I am. It'll help you in your decision. And another thing; don't jack-off. I want your balls filling up. If your answer is no, I'll give you a blowjob myself. Now you sit there and think about it."

I left the room. 

End Chapter One

April 1st



It was late March and I was reading the newspaper and I found some interesting information from Wikipedia about April Fools' Day I thought I'd share it before telling my story.

April Fools' Day is celebrated every year on the first day of April. Popular since the 19th century, the day is not a national holiday in any country, but it is well known in Canada, Europe, Australia, Brazil and the United States, and it is celebrated as a day when people play practical jokes and hoaxes on each other. The jokes and their victims are known as "April fools". Hoax stories may be reported by the press and other media on this day and explained on subsequent days.

In the UK, an April fool joke is revealed by shouting "April fool!" at the recipient, who becomes the "April fool". A study in the 1950s, by folklorists Iona and Peter Opie, found that in the UK, and in countries whose traditions derived from the UK, the joking ceased at midday. A person playing a joke after midday is the "April fool" themselves.

In Scotland, April Fools' Day was traditionally called 'Huntigowk Day', although this name has fallen into disuse. The name is a corruption of 'Hunt the Gowk', "gowk" being Scots for a cuckoo or a foolish person. The traditional prank is to ask someone to deliver a sealed message that supposedly requests help of some sort. The recipient, upon reading it, will explain he can only help if he first contacts another person, and sends the victim to this next person with an identical message, with the same result.

In Ireland it was traditional to entrust the victim with an "important letter" to be given to a named person. That person would then ask the victim to take it to someone else, and so on. The letter when finally opened contained the words "send the fool further".

In Poland, it's a day full of jokes; various hoaxes are prepared by people, media (which sometimes cooperate to make the "information" more credible) and even public institutions. Serious activities are usually avoided. This conviction is so strong that the anti-Turkish alliance with Leopold I signed on 1 April 1683, was backdated to 31 March.

Norwegians, Danes and Swedes celebrate April Fools' Day. Most news media outlets will publish exactly one false story on April 1st; for newspapers this will typically be a first-page article but not the top headline.

In Italy, France, Belgium, and French-speaking areas of Switzerland and Canada, April 1st tradition is often known as "April fish". This includes attempting to attach a paper fish to the victim's back without being noticed. Such fish feature prominently on many late 19th- to early 20th-century French April Fools' Day postcards.

In one famous prank from 1957, the BBC broadcast a film in their Panorama current affairs series purporting to show Swiss farmers picking freshly-grown spaghetti, in what they called the Swiss Spaghetti Harvest. The BBC were later flooded with requests to purchase a spaghetti plant, forcing them to declare the film a hoax on the news the next day.

****

I had no idea that April Fools' Day went back to the 19th century or that so many countries celebrated it. I know that when I was just a kid that I was gullible and the butt of many jokes. I never paid much attention to the date and got caught most every year. It was usually something stupid like my friends hiding my books or telling me something happened.

It was when I became a teenager that the jokes were more like my friends telling me that some girl I liked wanted to see me and I would go up to her and they would all laugh at me and say, "April fool". Other years they would give me a note saying it was from one of the popular girls, which it wasn't, and they got a big laugh at my expense.

I would get embarrassed and walk away without talking to the girls. I was actually smart but when it came to girls I was somewhat shy. I rarely dated and never had a real girlfriend. The few dates I went on were ones that my parents set up with their friends daughters for special occasions like Home Comings or church events.

The girls were nice but we didn't click. I had a strike against me when the dates were set up by our parents. Since I was shy, I wasn't outgoing and didn't have many second dates. I did blame myself; it wasn't the girl's fault. It was my sister that was honest with me and told me I needed to lose some weight and exercise more.

It was my junior year when she told me about being shy and overweight. I was somewhat short at 5' 8" and was a little chubby which didn't help much. I did play football and was on the defensive line but was on the second string. My senior year I sprouted a couple of inches and worked out a lot more.

It gave me more confidence and I played a lot more but it was hard overcoming the shyness. In science class I was paired off on an assignment with one of the cutest cheerleaders. Kayla was really popular as well as being smart. She had it all, the looks, personality and brains.

We got an A+ on our assignment and she thanked me for being her partner and even said she hoped I could overcome my shyness because I seemed like a nice guy. I made the mistake of telling my friends and they teased me about Kayla being my girlfriend.

Football season and the holidays were over and when I went back to school my friends didn't bring up Kayla except when it was close to Valentines Day and kidded me about taking her out for dinner. She and I did talk in class but we were just friends. She was one of the few girls I could talk to.

Time went by and I didn't realize the date but it was April 1st, when Jim, one of my friends gave me a letter and said it was from Kayla. After he walked away I read the letter.

Dear Rob,

I know this is unusual but I was wondering if you would like to go with me to the prom? It's on May 23, and I would be willing to go with you if you asked me. If you want to go please ask me today, I have two other offers and have to get back to them by tomorrow with an answer. If you're not interested, that's fine, just throw this letter away.

Your Friend

Kayla

I didn't see Kayla till lunch time in the cafeteria. She was sitting at a table with the other cheerleaders and when I saw her from a distance she did give me a light smile. I got my lunch and sat down at a table with Jim, and four other guys I somewhat hung with.

Jim asked me what the letter from Kayla was about and I told him it was about an award we received for our science project. We really did get an award but it was a few days before. I wasn't about to let him know what the note said.

I ate my lunch and kept thinking about the letter from Kayla. I got up from my table and walked up to Kayla sitting with her friends. She looked up at me and said "Hi".

I was nervous as hell but decided to ask her to the prom. I handed her the short letter I received and asked her, "Kayla, would you like to go to the prom with me?"

She read the short letter and looked over at my friends who yelled out "April fool, Rob". I didn't look at them and stood my ground looking at Kayla. Her friends laughed and then Kayla looked at me.

"I'd love to go to the prom with you Rob and it's not an April Fools' Day joke." Her friends looked surprised and stopped laughing. "We can talk about the details later if you don't mind," Kayla said with a smile.

"Thank you!" I said. She gave me a pretty smile as I walked back to my table.

"Well, Jim, I guess the April Fools' Day joke is on you this time. It wasn't a very nice joke to play. I don't care what you do to me but you put Kayla on the spot and I'm not happy about that. You see, I really like her and would hate to see her embarrassed. Maybe I need better friends," I said as I got up and left the table.

****

The next day Kayla stopped by my locker first thing in the morning. She was so pretty. "Rob did you know I didn't send you the letter?"

"I was pretty sure you didn't but I was hoping you might have and decided to take the chance. I'm sorry I put you on the spot in front of your friends. You don't have to go with me, I understand the spot I put you in."

"Rob, I do want to go with you. I know everyone thinks I date a lot but the truth is, my parents are rather strict and I really haven't dated much. Usually only group things like the ballgames and dances. I talked to my parents last night and they want to meet you. Can you stop by tomorrow after school?"

"I'd be happy to stop by and meet them. Is there anything I should know or do?" I asked.

"Just be yourself. My mom is a psychologist and can probably read you like a book. My Dad owns his own business. He's somewhat of a computer geek."

"He and I have that in common, maybe that's a good thing," I replied.

My sister stopped me in the hall and asked if it was true that Kayla Davis was going to the prom with me. I told her it was and that I was going to her house the next day to meet her parents. I asked her for advice and she said the same thing as Kayla, "Just be yourself and be honest. You're a good person Rob. You just need to get by some of this shyness. I know you've tried hard and lost weight and you really are a good looking guy, even if you are my brother."

I hugged my little sister, (she was only a year younger than me) and thanked her. She was going to the prom with a friend. They weren't going steady or anything like that. My sister was a smart girl and was popular in school also.

****

I stopped over at Kayla's house and met her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Davis. They were cordial to me and mentioned that Kayla spoke well of me. They asked me about school and my plans for the future. I explained to them that I was going away to college and studying computer engineering.

I was surprised when they told me that Kayla would be going away to college but was going on the west coast while I would be on the east coast. She was going to college and study nursing. Other than stopping home to visit periodically she expected to be gone for four years. Mr. Davis did tell me to stop by his company and apply for a job after college.

They agreed to let Kayla go to the prom with me. I have to say that made me very happy but I knew we weren't going to have a life together after that. We weren't in love but I really did like her a lot.

****

I picked her up the night of the prom and she looked absolutely beautiful. I rented a tux and looked pretty good. When they had the drawing for prom queen, Kayla was chosen. I had to watch her have pictures taken with Larry who was the prom King. It made me a little jealous but I didn't have a lot of choice.

A little about Larry, he was somewhat of a showoff and a ladies man. He thought every woman wanted him. He played sports and was popular since he was the quarterback but to be honest, our team wasn't very good. Since I lost weight and did a lot of exercising and built up my body Larry was one of those that didn't tease me anymore.

Kayla and I ate at the buffet dinner set up by the school and afterwards we danced. Thank God my sister Cheri practiced with me and taught me how to slow dance. I believe I did rather well. Needless to say a number of other guys wanted to dance with the Queen.

On our way home she did tell me that she liked me and was happy that I asked her to the prom. She mentioned that I acted like a gentleman and she didn't have to wrestle with me all night. I felt she was trying to tell me something.

I asked her if anyone else tried anything with her and she went quiet for a few seconds. It pissed me off when I found out two different guys tried to feel off my date. Larry, our king, grabbed her ass and another guy Zack tried to pull her closer against him when they danced. He laughed when she pushed him away.

I told her I was sorry and would have done something about it if I would have known. She smiled and told me I was a really sweet guy and too bad we were going to colleges in opposite ends of the country. I did ask her if I could see her a couple of times during the summer before we left for college and she said she would like that. I walked her to the door she gave me a peck on the lips before walking into the house. She said she had a wonderful time.

The next day of school I saw Larry walk in the locker room and followed him in. "Where do you get off grabbing my date's ass at the prom, you fucking pervert."

"What's your problem? She didn't stop me and by the way, she has a nice ass," he laughed.

I cold cocked him and blackened his left eye. I told him the next time he saw Kayla he better apologize or we would be having a real fight. He grabbed a towel and went to the ice machine and held the towel against his face. I always felt he was somewhat of a wimp but always was surrounded by other guys.

Everyone was asking him what happened and he said he walked into a door in the locker room. Later I saw him walk up to Kayla and talk to her. She saw me in the hall and asked me why I did it.

"Did what?" I asked.

"I saw Larry's black eye. He didn't walk into any door. You hit him didn't you."

I didn't know if she was mad or happy about it. "Yes, for that night you were my girl and I didn't like him touching you."

She smiled and thank me for being her knight in shining armor. We walked together and sat at the same table and had lunch. We only had a week of school left and it was all tests and meetings.

At graduation my parents and sister were there and I could tell they were proud of me. I said hi to Kayla's parents and Mr. Davis reminded me to come see him after I graduated from college. I went to the senior party after graduation and Kayla went with me.

There was some drinking from kids that had smuggled it in but Kayla and I didn't drink any liquor. We had pizza and danced. I told Kayla how much I would miss her and hoped we could stay in contact at least as friends.

Zack asked her to dance and I told him to get lost. He said he didn't want any trouble and walked away. Kayla looked at me and smiled. "I guess I've outgrown some of my shyness since I've met you," I said.

I took Kayla home and she asked me in. She said her parents would be gone for the night. After our graduation they had to drive fifty miles to a nephew's graduation and would be spending the night there.

I sat on the couch and Kayla sat across from me. She offered me a beverage and went and got us both one. While she was up her house phone rang. After hanging up she told me it was her parents checking up on her to make sure she made it home safely.

"Do they know I'm here?" I asked.

"No, even though I turned nineteen they don't want to leave me alone with boys or men now," she laughed. "Rob, this is going to be very hard for me to ask but I like you a lot."

"I like you too ..."

"Please let me finish. I'm a virgin going off to college and I don't want to be. Would you have sex we me? I want to lose my virginity to someone I care for and I believe you would be gentle."

To say I was lost for words would be an understatement. I stood up and took her hand and pulled her to me. We kissed lightly a few times and then got more passionate. I was a virgin too but I'd read enough books and had seen enough porn that I had no doubts what to do.

We walked in her bedroom and she told me she was very nervous and yet excited. She pulled down the blankets on her bed and put a couple of towels on the bed. "How do you want to do this?" she asked.

"I would like to undress you and have you sit on the edge of the bed. Then I'll undress and we'll see what happens." She smiled at me as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I kissed her as I slowly slid her blouse off her shoulders leaving her in her bra and Jeans.

I quickly slid my shirt off so she would be a little less embarrassed. She looked at my chest and even leaned forward and kissed it. "Wow! You really have slimmed down," she said.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra and put it on a chair on top of her blouse. "You are so beautiful," I said. I leaned over and kiss both of her tits and sucked lightly on each nipple. I knew I was starting to get hard and left her breasts and undid her belt and unzipped her jeans and let them fall to the floor and she stepped out of them.

"Your turn," she said, waiting for me to drop my jeans which I did very quickly leaving us both standing in our underwear and me with a hard-on. Her tiny panties were silky pink, she looked so sexy. I dropped to my knees and slowly pulled down her panties. Her muff was trimmed neat, I guess it was for wearing a bathing suit.

I put my hands behind her on her bottom and pulled her toward me kissed her muff. It was so silky and soft. She was standing against the bed and I gave her a slight nudge and she sat down on the edge of the bed. I asked her to lay down and spread her legs. I put my mouth on her pussy and kissed it softly over and over.

She was so hot and her pussy was so wet. She put her hands on my head as I kept sucking and licking her pussy. I couldn't get enough of her, she was so beautiful and I felt I was in love with her. That wasn't suppose to happen, it was just suppose to be sex. I couldn't let her know or she might stop.

"Rob, take me now, I'm ready," she exclaimed in a very sexy voice.

She got in the middle of the bed and I slipped off my briefs, put on a condom and joined her. She spread her legs and I took my hard cock and rubbed it against her pussy lips. "Just be gentle, that's all I ask," Kayla said.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. "There's no going back." Hell I probably couldn't stop at this point if I wanted too.

She reached over and grabbed my cock and guided the head into her pussy.

"Easy now," she said. "Yes, that's it. Push it in easy." As I was slowly pushing my cock into her she said "Ahh!" I stopped knowing I had just broken her hymen. She looked at me with a tear running down her cheek but a smile on her face. "Ok, just start out slow," she replied.

Within a few minutes we were both into it rather heavy. I told her I know that I wouldn't last long, it just felt to good. She smiled at me and then yelled out, "I'm coming, oh God I'm coming." I felt her pussy muscles tightened as she had an orgasm. As soon as her muscles relaxed I came. She was smiling at me and said she felt me coming and her pussy was still pulsating.

I lay on top for her for a few minutes, leaned over and kissed her and pulled out of her pussy. There was a box of tissues on the bed and she handed me a couple. She took a few more and put them between her legs and ran to the bathroom. One thing for sure is that she was a virgin as I pulled the condom off and wrapped it in the tissues and threw it in her waste basket.

I slipped on my briefs and she put on a nightgown after returning from the bathroom. "Thank you," she said. I will never forget this night as long as I live. I really do care for you Rob, that's why I wanted you to be the one that I remember."

"Can we do it one more time?" I asked.

"When do you think we can get together?" ask Kayla.

"Right now. I'm already getting hard just looking at you."

She looked down and saw my hard-on. I handed her a condom and asked her to put it on me. I slipped off my briefs and sat in a chair she had in her room as she opened the wrapper and took the condom out and slid it over my very hard cock. I couldn't believe she leaned down and kissed the head of my cock, looked up at me and smiled.

"Let's do it in the chair," said Kayla. She raised her nightgown and straddled me. She took hold of my cock and put it to her pussy and slowly lowered herself onto it. Once it was all the way in she rocked back and forth pelvis to pelvis.

I squeezed her tits through her nightgown and rubbed her nipples till they became hard. We kissed very passionately and she was groaning into my mouth when I felt her pussy tighten up and squeeze my cock. There was no doubt she was coming and so was I.




April 1st



As the pulsating subsided she got off my lap took a tissue and took off the condom and took the condom and flushed it down the toilet. I began to dress and we talked a little more. She told me that she had kissed other guys and a few even felt her off but nobody got as far as we did.

The last thing she said to me was that she was glad that I was her first and would never regret it. I kissed her goodnight and went home both a happy and sad man. Happy for what just happened and sad because I loved her and couldn't do much about it.

I called Kayla the next day and her mother answered the phone. I asked to speak to Kayla and her mother said, "I know what you and my daughter did last night. I told her she lost our trust and is not allowed to see you as long as she lives under our roof. I hope you have the decency to leave her alone." She hung up and didn't let me say a word.

I drove past her house a few times hoping to get a glance at her and at least find out what happened but I knew better not to go buy her house too often. It was a couple of days before I was to leave for school when I saw Kayla and her mother shopping, probably for school clothes for Kayla.

I ducked so they couldn't see me. I saw Kayla walked into the dressing room with an arm full of clothes and when her mom walked away I snuck into the women's dressing room. Thank God there weren't any other women in it. Kayla door was unlocked as I snuck in.

"Rob! What are you doing here? My mom will have you arrested and kill me if she see's you in here."

"I just need to know what happened. Did you tell your mother we made love?" I used the word love because that's what it was to me.

"No, she found the condom you put in the waste basket. I forgot about it and went to bed. The next morning she came in the room and saw it. I broke down an told her it wasn't your fault, but she told me it took two to have sex and said I wasn't to see you again. I'm so sorry but I don't regret it, now get out of here."

I kissed her and left the women's dressing room watching out for her mother. I wasn't happy but at least I knew what happened. It's a bit funny but I never told her she was my first also.

****

I headed off to college but kept a special place for Kayla in my heart. I would never forget her.

As I mentioned earlier I was going after an engineering degree in computers. I wanted more than to just learn the ins and outs of a computer. I wanted to know everything I could find out about them. I felt computing was the biggest industry of our time.

I studied hard learning everything I could. I did find time for socializing and joined a fraternity and they partied most every weekend. I joined them maybe twice a month. I wasn't shy anymore and dated a lot of women and the sex was good but many times I found myself thinking about Kayla.

It wasn't as much dating as it was meeting them at parties and having sex afterwards. Some of them wanted to get more serious but I told them I wasn't ready for a commitment. My studies came first and it wouldn't be fair to them putting them second. Some women understood, other didn't.

I only came home during the holidays. I would always find myself driving by Kayla's but never seeing her. I asked my sister about her and she told me that Kayla made the cheerleading team at college. She didn't know much else.

I did my best to not let anyone know about Kayla and me. It was our secret other than her mother finding out. For some reason I hoped her dad didn't know.

I was known as the good looking geek on campus and on the first of April each year while at college I made it a point to remember that is was the day Kayla agreed to go to the prom with me. I would go up to a woman I didn't know at school and ask her if she would like to go out for dinner.

They would always say the same thing to me. "Is this an April Fools' Day joke?"

"No, I'm very serious, don't ask me why but it's a special day for me and I like to celebrate it. There is no obligation other than having a nice dinner."

In four years I was never turned down and the evening usually ended up with us having sex. Again I let them know that there wasn't any commitment, just a date.

During my summers I worked as an intern for a computer company. I was paid well and used the money to help pay for college and save a few dollars. I was on a scholarship but there were always other expenses.

During my third year of college I decided on a whim to fly to Kayla's college and watch a football game. Really it was to see Kayla, for some reason I felt I had to do it. I arrived on Saturday morning and my flight back was that evening. I bought a great seat on the fifty yard line from a scalper. I had binoculars to make sure I could see Kayla.

The teams came out as well as the cheerleaders. I spotted Kayla and she seemed happy. I watched her more than I did the game and at the end of the game I made my way down to the front rail. I was probably within twenty five yards of Kayla.

Their team won and everyone was jumping around. A male cheerleader grabbed Kayla and kissed her. Time froze for me as I watched from the stands. After the kiss Kayla was still jumping around and when she turned, she saw me. There is no doubt she knew it was me. I saw her lips say the word Rob. I quickly turned and disappeared into the crowd. It was a stupid idea to even come to this game. For such a smart guy, I was pretty stupid.

I got on my plane and headed back to college. I began to party harder. I drank but never got drunk but did get a lot looser. I had sex with more and more women but wasn't serious about any of them nor do I believe any were in love with me. Many would say they were but they knew I would have a good future and was hoping to be part of it.

****

My parents flew out for my graduation. I was the top in my class in computer engineering. I received my degree and many special awards. My parents said they couldn't be more proud of me and asked what my plans were. I told them I was going to stay at the firm I was at till at least the first of the year and then come home and see what was available.

Dad said that he received a call from Mr. Davis, Kayla's dad. He had read in the paper where I received my degree and special awards and he asked dad to tell me to come and see him. He could use a man like me.

I did mention to dad that if he spoke to him again to tell him I would be home during the Christmas holiday if he would like to interview me. My parents stayed for a couple of days and I showed them where I worked and my apartment. I made sure I cleaned it before they saw it.

They did ask me if there was any woman in my life and I told them I have a lot of friends but no one serious. We enjoyed the next few days together and I told them how much I missed them. After they left I thought about my future and had to wonder if Kayla had gotten her degree.

After college, life was more lonely. All my friends went their own way and I had no family close to where I lived. I wrote to my dad and told him I was coming home for Christmas and planned on staying. I let my employers know I would be leaving and they gave me a sterling recommendation. I asked dad to contact Mr. Davis about an interview.

I had bought a car and rented a U-Haul to get my things home. I was happy to see my family and especially my little sister. She chose to go to college closer to home but stayed at the college which was only an hour away from home. She was now in her senior year and was going to become a radiologist.

As we talked I asked her if she ever saw Kayla. She did say that she saw her at the hospital and she received her degree and was a registered nurse.

"Is she still single?" I asked.

"As far as I know, she isn't wearing a ring but I know a few doctors have asked her out. Rob, do you still have a crush on her? It's been over four years."

"I like her and guess I always will. She was kind of my first love but she never knew it."

"She asked about you and asked if I heard from you."

"What did you tell her?"

"I mentioned that you were moving back here and had an appointment with her father for a possible position."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing, but she did smile. Maybe you ought to give her a call."

"I'll wait till I have my interview with her dad. I don't want to ruin my chances for a job with his firm." I didn't tell my sister that that her mother might still hate me.

We had a happy Christmas and it was nice being home. I had my interview with Mr. Davis and he had my college records and also received my recommendations from my former employees.

"Rob, we can use a person like you in our company. Your recommendations are really good. I have one question for you. Where do you see yourself in five years?"

"Mr. Davis, I know I'm good at what I do. I would hope to be in management within five years. I have a lot of knowledge and would hope to share it with other engineers and computer users."

Mr. Davis replied, "I've recently built a new office and am looking for an assistant manager to help head it up. It will have to be a working manager who will help train new employees. We are running new lines for the city and replacing the old computers with newer ones. At the same time we are rewiring the hospital's system and updating it. Do you believe you are capable of handling this position?"

"Yes Sir, I do. I was doing some of the updating of computer systems with my previous employer. I'm sure I'm up to the challenge."

Mr. Davis smiled, "Good, let me get back to the board tomorrow and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you Mr. Davis, I really appreciate the opportunity." I wanted to ask him about Kayla but I felt this wasn't the right time or place. I realized after I left that we didn't even talk salary or benefits.

I did get a call two days later and was offered the position. I was on the top of the world and my parents were happy for me. In the back of my mind I thought about Kayla and wondered if she had anything to do with it. I was to stop in the next day to fill out the paperwork and be introduced to the manager and employees. The manager was a woman that knew her computers and asked me a ton of questions and was satisfied with my answers.

The salary was way more than I expected and I was given a wonderful benefits package that included medical and a savings program. I was to start work the following day but spent that day going over some of the plans for the hospital. They wanted to get started on it as soon as possible and that would be my first assignment. Needless to say, I wondered if I would run into Kayla and how that would be. She still held a special place in my heart.

Mrs. Opphill, my boss said I could call her Cindy except when talking with clients. We went over to the hospital and met with the administrator. He was very happy to know we were getting started on the updates. He had an office for me as well as a storage room to store parts and old computers till we got rid of them. Cindy left me and said she would send over two employees to work with me. We figured the entire job would take approximately three months.

My employees arrived and they both were experienced having been with the company for three years. At first they were a little aggrieved that I was a new hire straight out of college and was their boss. As we went over the plans for the hospital I asked them a number of questions and they were surprised by my knowledge of computers.

I asked them questions on hooking up the main frame to the different units on the different floors. They didn't have a lot of answers but said they were willing to learn. Before they left the office I believe I earned their respect.

The hardiest thing for us was to replace wiring and computers without interrupting the hospital's present service. We decided to run the wiring on each floor parallel to its present wiring and hook the computers up one floor at a time. Bob and Bill started on the work and I headed back to my office to look over the plans for any possible errors.

I was engrossed in my work when there was a knock on my opened door. I was startled and looked up and their stood Kayla. I was flustered and didn't know what to say or think.

"Hi Rob," said this beautiful woman in a nurses outfit standing in front of me. "How have you been," she said as she walked into the room.

As I said, I was lost for words and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "Kayla, it's really you! You're so beautiful." She smiled and shook her head.

"Rob, I missed you. I know we both led busy lives for the last four years but a week didn't go by that I didn't think about you. Would you like to get together and have dinner and discuss old times?"

I looked at her hands and noticed she wasn't wearing any wedding or engagement rings. I did hear that a lot of medical people don't wear their jewelry while working so I didn't know anything for sure. "I'd love that; can we get together tonight say about 6:00?" I asked.

"Six will be fine, I'll meet you here at your office. Rob, can I have a hug?"

I quickly moved around my desk and hugged her. She felt so good. I remember whispering in her ear, "I missed you so much." I didn't want to let go of her.

As she walked out the door she turned and said, "Congratulations on your new position." She left and I had a hard time getting my mind to think about anything but her.

****

I drove to the Olive Garden and we ordered dinner and then talked about the past four years. She went first.

"Rob, to be honest with you, I really cared for you when we were together. I felt staying in contact with you would have been a mistake but I was wrong. I ended up thinking about you all the time and wondered what you might be doing. I was so surprised when I saw you at my game. I went looking for you but you didn't even come and talk to me."

"I came to see you on a whim. When that guy hugged and kissed you I felt that I was interfering in your life and took my plane back to college. I felt it was a mistake to come there."

"I wasn't a saint at college and I doubt you were either, but I wasn't a slut. That guy was a fellow cheerleader and everyone was excited at winning the game. It didn't mean anything to me. I dated at college and was in a couple of relationships and was even asked to marry one man, but I didn't love him.

"I still date but I'm not in any relationship. I saw you staring at my hands in your office. Just so you know, I had nothing to do with you getting your position. I showed my dad the newspaper articles where you won all the special awards and he said, 'I knew that boy would succeed.' I didn't know he offered you the position till you accepted it."

"Kayla, I'd like to see you on a regular basis but I'm a bit afraid that your mom hates me. The last thing she said to me was to stay away from you."

Kayla laughed. "She doesn't hate you. She and I had a long talk and we talked about sex and my losing my virginity, all about girlie things. She was more disappointed in me than anything. I explained that I cared for you and wanted to lose my virginity to someone I cared for rather than at some party at college where I might drink to much. It made my mom smile and she said she understood but she still wished I would have waited."

After that day we ate lunch together whenever we were on the same shift. Some days I had to go in late at night so it would be less disruptive to the hospital. It was two weeks before we had a real date. Kayla came in my office and asked me if I would take her out Saturday. When I asked her why, she said an intern asked her out and she told him she already had a date.

"I would love to go out with you. I would hate to see you dating anyone else. Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Rob, it's Valentines Day and I want to go somewhere special. We haven't been anywhere special since you started working here."

Oh my God, I forgot all about Valentines Day. I apologized to Kayla a hundred times and said I would take her anywhere she wanted to go. She said her dad gave her a couple of tickets to a play and then thought we could have dinner at the Red Lobster. Needless to say I agreed but it was at the theatre that I found out her parents went to the same play.

When I saw her dad he gave me a smile and shook my hand and said he heard nothing but good things about me at the hospital. I thanked him and said hi to Mrs. Davis. She did say hello to me but it was hard to read her reactions. I was happy to know that they weren't eating at the same restaurant as us. I didn't want to have a Valentines Day dinner with Kayla's parents, it would have been much too awkward.

I did buy her some red roses and a heart shaped box of candy. I gave it to her at the restaurant. "Kayla, maybe this is to soon but I have to get it off my chest. I love you and always have. Our first time together was love not just sex for me. I want us to be a real couple and let everyone know. I don't want other men asking you out. I want everyone to know that we belong together. I hope that doesn't ruin dinner for us."

"Wow, you sure lost most of that shyness. Is it all right to tell my parents? I wouldn't want to hold something like this from them."

"Of course, I want to tell my parents and sister that I have a girlfriend, the most beautiful woman I have ever met."

After dinner I told Kayla that I didn't want to take her home; I wanted to be with her and make love to her. She looked at me but didn't say anything. I drove to a luxury apartment building and she asked me who lived there. I told her I signed a year lease the day before but haven't moved in yet.

It was furnished so I didn't have to go out and buy a lot of furniture. I hadn't bought any items like dishes and glassware yet but I did drop off some sheets and a blanket that morning.

The doorman greeted us and said, "Good evening Mr. Bell," and smiled at Kayla. He already knew who I was. Kayla and I went into the apartment and she said she loved it. She didn't have time to say anything else as I grabbed her and kissed passionately.

"I love you Kayla, I really do." I showed her the apartment and she repeated that she loved it. 

We walked into the bedroom and she picked up the sheets and started making the bed. After putting on the sheets she started undressing slowly in front of me. First her blouse and then her skirt, she kicked off her shoes and slowly removed her pantyhose. I had a hard-on watching her undress so provocatively. She was standing there in a lacy bra and matching panties. Damn, she was built. I quickly took off my sports jacket and tie. She came over and undid my shirt and pulled it off along with my t-shirt.

I watched as she undid my belt and unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor exposing my briefs and a very hard cock protruding against my briefs. She reached down and held my cock as she whispered in my ear that she wanted me.

I could tell she was more experienced since our first time and it made me wonder if I might not be as good as she remembered. I was told years ago that the second bite of the apple is never as good as the first.

She undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. I watched her beautiful ass as she climbed on the bed. I got between her legs and reached under her and removed her panties as she raised her hips. I spread her legs and buried my mouth in her pussy. Her bush was trimmed a lot more than I remembered.

As I pushed my face into her pussy I heard her moan and my tongue was greeted by a very wet pussy. I lifted up her legs and kept jamming my tongue into her. I was orally making love to her pussy and she kept lifting her hips and moaning. Then I heard her say it, "Rob, make love to me."

She didn't say stick it in me or fuck me or anything like that. She said it again, "Please Rob, make love to me, I've wanted you so much."




April 1st



I slipped on a condom and rubbed my cock against her slit. I was teasing her by slightly pushing the head of my cock in and pulling it back out. It was the weirdest thing when she came before I even began penetrating her.

She looked at me and said, "I missed you so much," with that said I pushed my cock in her all the way and for the next few minutes I made love to her. She seemed to have one continuous orgasm. I came hard and she smiled at me and said she could feel me coming. After she was done pulsating I pulled out and lay next to her.

I took a tissue and removed the condom and then began kissing her and rubbing her breasts. I looked at her and she had tears in her eyes. I asked her why she was crying.

Her demeanor had changed. She was always proud and had a lot of self control. She never seemed to be afraid of anything and here she was with tears in her eyes.

"Rob, I love you and was always afraid to admit it. It was after you left in the stadium that I realized that I might have lost you forever. I had sex with a couple of guys after that and it wasn't the same. It was you I really wanted. I told my mom that I missed you and she told me if we were meant to be, it would happen."

I kissed her again and told her I would always be there for her. We kissed some more and I put on another condom and she rode me to another orgasm. I had to hold back so I could come with her.

We fell asleep and woke up early in the morning and I was worried about her parents giving me the third degree and not letting me see her again. "Rob, I'm twenty-four and my parents don't live my life for me. Besides I told mom not to wait up for me."

She kissed me and we got dressed and I made some coffee. I told her it was the best Valentines Day ever and she told me it was for her too. We left the apartment and I drove her home. I opened her car door and she got out and gave me a kiss and walked to the door. I waited at the car till she went inside.

We began seeing a lot of each other and let people know that we were a couple. When she talked to single doctors or interns I would walk up and sometimes give her a kiss on the cheek and she would always laugh. I wanted everyone to know she was my woman.

The next month and a half flew by and we were well under way with the hospitals computer program. We would probably finish a month ahead of schedule. The bad part was I wouldn't be able to see Kayla most everyday. As long as I was there I didn't worry as much about her.

I walked into my office and there was a letter there addressed to Rob. I opened it up and it was from Kayla.

Dearest Rob,

I love you with all my heart and would love to be your wife. I'll be in the cafeteria at noon and if you want to marry me all you have to do is ask. I'll be waiting to hear from you.

Love

Kayla

I quickly looked over at the calendar and it was April 1st, April Fools Day. I walked out in the hall and saw my old friend Jim who always pulled pranks on me. He said he was in the hospital to visit a friend and heard I was working there and thought he'd come and say hello. He asked me if I was still seeing Kayla and I told him I was. He mentioned he was engaged and would be getting married in June. He said he would see that I got an invitation.

It was almost noon and I told him I was headed to the cafeteria for lunch and he asked if it was alright to join me. By now I figured it was probably him that sent me the letter, just to many coincidences. I didn't let on that I knew it was April 1st. We headed to the cafeteria and Kayla was sitting at a table with six other nurses and interns. There were three males and three females.

Jim and I ordered lunch and sat down, all the time wondering if I should let Jim get the best of me. I decided to hell with it and got up and walked over to Kayla.

Before I go further I should mention that I did buy Kayla an engagement ring the day after Valentines Day and kept it in my desk hoping to ask her to marry me some day. I thought, 'I guess today is the day.'

Kayla said hi to me and of course by now I knew everyone at the table. "What is it Rob?" she looked at me I guess wondering what I was doing.

I knelt down on one knee and said, "Kayla would you marry me? I don't want to wait any longer. I know this is short ... " she stopped me before I could finish.

"Yes Rob! I'll marry you." I pulled out the ring and slipped it on her finger. I looked over at Jim and he didn't say "April fool," he just smiled.

Kayla and I both stood up and we kissed right there in the cafeteria. I hugged her and she whispered to me, "I left you the letter, I love you so much."

The rest is history We got married four months later and we live in my two bedroom apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Davis were both very happy that we were together.

It's been two years since we got married and we have a baby girl on the way. I hope she is just like her mother. Business at my father's company is doing great. He attributes a lot of it to me. Mrs. Davis and I get along fine now.

We replaced all the furniture in our apartment and it has that woman's touch. We are now shopping for baby furniture and I couldn't be happier. I met the woman of my dreams and married her.

I'm sitting here reading the paper and I realize that April 1st has been a great day for me.

*

Thank you for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



April 28th



She got dressed in her cycling outfit, by all appearances looking like someone who was going out for a fifty-mile bike ride. Little did her husband or kids know, she was meeting him about a half mile away to take her to play. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good. Not as great as she would in a few months after the tummy tuck operation, but compared to where she was, she was a very beautiful 46 year old woman. A very horny one, she chuckled to herself. 

At first, she was going to ignore his email. He was not going to be the Dom that she was seeking. He was just too nice, and inexperienced in the lifestyle. She admitted that she enjoyed the visit to his house, that she was comfortable there, that she wished he would have broken his promise to be a gentleman, had taken her hand, and dragged her off to his bed. She had decided the next day that he was not the one for her, and he protested, and protested again. She continued her search for that Dom that she needed, but so far it was not going well. Meanwhile, it had been almost five months since anyone had touched her. 

So his invitation via email was tempting. His wife was going out of town for the weekend. Come over to play - I'll pick you up and your bicycle and bring you to my house, and then we could play. And you could overcome that growing horniness between your legs, and have some fun too. She read in his email what he proposed to do, and that turned her on just like the times they initially chatted and fantasized online. She wrote back, proposing a time and place for him to meet her on Saturday morning, April 28th. 

She got on her cycle, and started peddling down the street. She was being so wicked. She would go only a half a mile to and the same distance back today, not the 50 miles that she normally did on Saturday. In between, she hoped that she would have a good time. In a few minutes, she pulled into the small store's parking lot, and saw his van parked, and saw him sitting in the driver's seat. 

He stepped out of the van as she approached. He pressed the remote, automatically opening the side door to the Dodge Caravan. She saw that its middle seats were folded down, leaving a nice space to put her bike. He grabbed the cycle, and motioned her to get into the back of the van, to the third seat. As she sat down, she saw he had a few items sitting there. He told her to put on the blindfold, which she quickly did. She could feel his weight as he got into the back, and as he reached for her left hand. He told her he was putting on some handcuffs. This sent a shiver up her spine; this was not mentioned in his email. He then cuffed her right hand, and then fastened the seat belt around her. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she could sense him moving in the van. She heard her cycle moved into the van, and the side door being shut. Then the driver's door opened and closed and the van started. It backed up, and then started to move forward. 

She assumed that he was taking her to his home. He did not speak, and she would not do so unless spoken to. Music from Sunny 95 was playing. Oh no, that old rock song - It Hurts So Good - she wanted to laugh. She could tell they were driving in city traffic, as the van stopped and then started moving again, probably at stoplights. He finally said something, asking if she was OK. She said she was. He then told her the safe word, FOUR, which she repeated to him. Then he continued to drive in silence, and she sat in the van seat quietly, awaiting the next step. 

It seemed forever, but probably about twenty or thirty minutes, she felt the van come to a stop and the motor being shut off, and hearing the garage door being shut. She heard the door open, and then the side door open too. He did not say anything. She assumed that he was looking deeply at her, she wearing a rather skimpy but sexy looking cycling outfit. What he did not know is that she had bought that this week after receiving his email. She was pretty sure that he was enjoying looking at her body. 

After a few minutes, she felt his weight in the van, and then he touched her hand. He unsnapped the seat belt, and then gently pulled her up. His hand was touching the top of her head, keeping her from accidentally hitting it on the roof. He guided her to the side door, and then lifted her out of the van. She thought he was going to sit her on the ground, but he surprised her by carrying her, with one hand around her back and the other under her thighs. He lifted up, probably the steps leading from the garage to the house; he must be carrying me inside the house. He turned, and she heard the door being shut. Then he sat her down on the floor, not gently, but she did not fall. She was sitting on the floor, and from the feel, probably in the kitchen. 

Again, she could feel his eyes on her body. She did not move. Of course, she did not speak, and he had not said a word since stopping the van. Then she felt his hands, one behind her head, the other tilting her chin upwards. Then she felt his lips on hers. He started to kiss her, first without a tongue, but that did not last long. They kissed for several minutes, while one of his hands massaged the back of her neck. She liked to be kissed, and he liked to kiss. He had to be kneeling down, but she did not feel his body, only his hands and mouth. Finally, he removed his mouth from hers, and said he really liked kissing her. 

He then told her that he was going to have her stand, and he would lead her upstairs to a bedroom. She followed his directions, and he told her that they would start taking each step one at a time. He pushed her ahead, and followed her upstairs, holding on to her butt as she walked up the stairs. He was not going to risk her falling. Then he stopped her at the top, and grabbed her hand and led her down a short hallway. She was turned, and then pushed back and found herself sitting on a bed. He undid her handcuffs and laid them next to her. 

He told her that he was going to step out of the bedroom, close the door, and wait for her to get done. She was told to take her clothes off, lay on the bed on her stomach, and put her arms above her head and reattach the handcuffs. Then she was to scream that she was ready, and then wait. 

She heard him step away and the door shut. She thought about taking her blindfold off, he did not mention that at all. What if he was still standing there watching her? She could not take the chance, disobeying him. She stood up, and started to pull her cycling outfit off. She took off her sports bra, and let all the clothing fall to the floor. She probably would be punished for being so messy, but being blindfolded did not give her an opportunity to remember where a chair was in the room. She turned back to the bed, found the handcuffs, and crawled up on the kings sized bed. Nice bed. She cuffed herself, and lay on the bed. She hollered, "I'm Ready!" 

Nothing happened, at least for several minutes. She listened for the door to open. Silence. She wondered if she was loud enough, wondering if she should shout again. She decided to lay there and be quiet. He was in control. Of her. 

All of the sudden, she was smacked in the butt. A hard smack, just the right amount of sting, but not too hard. This was followed by four more smacks on her right cheek. Then five on her left one. She grunted on the first spanking, but became more in control on the next ones. Then he stopped. For about a minute. Then she felt something around her ankle. Felt like pantyhose. Yea, he must be using that to tie up her ankle, and tie her up to the poster on the bed. Then the other ankle, and this time her leg was pulled apart, tightly. She loved being tied up. And she knew he loved doing this to her. 

Then she was being spanked again by his hand. Alternating her butt cheeks. She grunted again on the first smack, but was able to be silent on the remainder. Ten spankings, alternating. Then he stopped. Then he spoke, telling her that the spanking was for the last two weeks of tormenting him. She was punished for that. Now all was settled. 

She could feel him climb on the bed behind her. Was he going to fuck her pussy or arse? She was very wet, dripping, so his cock would go right in. He did not touch her. Wonder what he was doing? Smelling her? Then he moved off the bed. 

Now she felt the slight stubble on his face as he started to kiss the back of her neck. He told her he was now going to kiss her. A lot. And he did. And she kissed him back. He held her head. He ran his fingers through her thick black hair. He massaged her scalp. He kissed, licked, and sucked around her ears. And her neck. And is tongue in her mouth. Awesome tongue. Moving all around her face, head, neck. Rubbing slightly her shoulders. And then moving elsewhere, doing it again. She liked it because he liked it so much. And the kissing was not just for a few minutes. Or five minutes. It was the longest period she had ever kissed a guy. Or a gal. She never got tired, and neither did he. He just kept kissing her, in every possible way. The furthest south he would go would be her shoulders and biceps in her arms. He did not touch the rest of her body. Yet. 

Finally, after maybe thirty minutes, or maybe it was an hour, he stopped. She heard him walk away, and the door open and close. She lay there, blindfolded, legs tied, arms shackled. She was really aroused. She felt the wetness around her crotch. Hell, she was soaked. She had never been treated to so much kissing, and it had turned her on. And it had turned him on. She continued to lie on the bed, in silence. 

Next she felt her leg being moved. This forced her to roll over. Her other leg moved awkwardly to one side, still tied to the poster bed. She was now lying mostly on her back. She could feel her free leg now being pulled; he was probably tying her up again. 

He began to rub her body. All over, touching her legs, her arms, her side. He almost tickled her at one point. It was almost an inspection, an inventory. Of her body. He was squeezing her arm. Pinching it slightly, pulling it. Then touching somewhere else. From the top of her shoulders, including her extended arms, to her toes. He touched her, pulled and pinched her. He had not touched her pussy. Or her tits. Interesting, she thought. 

Then she felt her leg released, and he was again turning her over to lie on her stomach. He repeated his movements on her body. This time, she noticed that he had retied her leg. It was free, and she slowly moved it a little to relieve its stiffness. Then her leg was pulled again, forcing her to turn on to her back. He was tying her leg again. 

Then he spoke to her. He complimented her on her muscle tone. And most of her body. She grimaced slightly on the parts he found to be less tone. Yes, the tummy tuck would solve that problem. He announced that he was quite satisfied with her body, given her 46 years of age. A body of at least ten years younger, if not 15. 

Then she heard him move, and the door open and close. She lay there in silence, and this time expecting him to be standing there watching her. She really wanted to move her arms downward, as they were extended above her head. She listened some more. Maybe he had really left the room this time. Well, she decided to risk additional punishment. She really needed to relax her arms. So she moved them. And he caught her with her arms above her head. She froze. 

He then guided her arms to lay on her stomach, and let them go. This felt good, relaxing the tension. He is so nice. That is why he would not be her Dom, as that guy would not have let her move her arms without permission. And she would have received some immediate punishment. Then her arms were pulled back again, he was tying them up. 

Then she felt him. His fingers. His fingers sliding up and down her shaved pussy. Going slowly, up and down. She was so wet, and this was getting her wetter. Then he pressed one finger into her cunt. Moving it quickly into her. He finger fucked her several strokes. Then he pulled out. Then she felt his finger at her mouth, and she opened it for him. She tasted herself. She liked the taste of pussy. Then it was gone from her mouth. 

She then felt his finger at her cunt again. Felt like two fingers. In and out of her, rapidly. Hard. Not rubbing her clit. Just in and out of her pussy. Then he was trying to push a third finger. She had told him how small and tight she was. She did not think she could handle three or more fingers. He was trying. Maybe even a fourth finger. It was starting to hurt a little. She thought about her safe word. How appropriate. But she was silent, wanting to give pleasure to him. 

He stopped his explorations. He told her that she was indeed tight, and he could barely put three fingers into her cunt. Certainly not four or more fingers. He told her he had tried to push seven fingers in her, but only a half of inch or so. She had a tight cunt. He liked that. 

Her leg was now free again, and he rolled her back onto her stomach. Now her arms were twisted above her head. She felt him get on the bottom of the bed. He pushed something into her cunt. Felt like a vibe or dildo. Not large though. He left it pushed inside her, not moving it at all. 

His fingers were rubbing up and down the crack of her ass. Teasing her. Then they stopped for a few seconds, and then she felt one finger enter her anus. He pushed it slowly in to her. More into her. Was finger fucking her ass. She oohed out loud. He told her he was glad, he liked to do this to her. Then another finger, this time she knew he was using KY or some kind of lubricant. He was fucking her good. He pushing down caused whatever that was in her pussy to press against her clitty. He had several fingers in her ass, she was not sure how many. She liked to be fucked in the ass. She wished it was his cock, but she knew it was his bony fingers. She felt her left nipple being pinched and pulled. And she started to cum. And she cried out, she loved cumming while being fucked up the ass. 

After she calmed down, he pulled out of her ass. He also pulled that thing out of her cunt. She wanted to feel his cock in either hole. But she felt nothing, except him moving off the bed. She heard him turn on the faucet; he must be washing his hands. So thoughtful and clean. Then she felt her legs being released. And her arms were uncuffed. 

He told her to turn over onto her back. He then directed her to take her blindfold off. The room was bright; it was his master bedroom. She blinked her eyes, trying to see. He was sitting in a chair by the bed. Fully clothed. Her eyes adjusted to the light. 

He told her that he wanted to see her masturbate. He wanted her to cum so hard. To squirt. While he sat there, watching her. Enjoying her. And she watching him. 

And she started to touch herself. And since she was now free to move around, she opened her legs up, stretched them into different angles, giving him visibility to her pussy. She pinched and pulled on her nipple. And he watches her. Not touching himself. But she could tell he was hard. Very hard. And that gave her pleasure. 

And while she was doing this, they talked about many sexual fantasies. He told her several, and these got her going. She loved his stories, many of which were true. She really liked his stories of threesomes. Having four arms, legs, and two sets of mouths and cocks/pussies to play with. And he sat there, enjoying her frigging herself. And she came and screamed. He moved closer, wanting to see her squirt. And she did. 

She lay there, quite satisfied. At the moment. She looked over at the clock. She had been there almost four hours. And she was still unsatisfied, wanting to get fucked. He must have realized that too, as he suggested they go vanilla and fuck. She agreed. 


She got off the bed, and started to undo his pants. She released his cock, and began to suck on it. He pulled down his trousers, and unbuttoned his shirt. He was soon naked as she had him nice and hard in and out of her mouth. Then he pulled her up, and they kissed. He went over to the bed, and pulled her on top of him. She fucked him on top for several minutes. 

Then they rolled over, and he was on top of her. Fucking her very slowly in and out. After a while, he moved to a doggy position. She came that time. Then he got between her legs, and used his awesome tongue on her clitty and pussy, making her climax several times. They finished with him deep into her ass, cumming both of them. 

Now she had to get going. She went to the bathroom, and took a quick shower. They both got dressed, and walked downstairs. He handed her a water bottle, and they got in to his van. He drove back to the store, gave her a quick kiss, and she got her bike out of the van. 

It was a wonderful April 28th.



April 29th



April 29, 1999, Bonny turned 28. 

She had yet to meet the guy of her dreams. Not that she hadn't had relationships; one had almost led her to the alter,[the operative word being 'almost']!! 

Anyway, her friends and family believed that her dream-guy was not part of the world as we know it... their exact words being "he just can't exist!!" 

I met her two days after her birthday. 

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Part 1 

I was taking my morning walk... when I saw this blonde vision rush towards me... taken aback, I was rooted to the spot. The result being, a tangled heap on the ground. 

The vision got up, and instead of apologizing, started screaming at me. Her papers were strewn... her hair disheveled... her crisp white shirt no longer looking "crisp"... she looked as if she'd tumbled out of bed... [mine I would like to imagine]!! 

"What the hell is wrong with you?... can't you see??" 

"Oh yeah... I can see all right!!" 

"Look at what you've done!!" 

"I'd like to do it again...!!" 

"What???" 

"Yeah...!!" 

"Yeah what... you big buffoon!! What the hell are you staring at?" 

"You!!" 

"God damn you!!" 

"Yeah... I really am... damned...!!" 

She was hopping mad at me... and all I could think of was how delectable her pink lips looked... how 'caress-able' her silky hair was. Her breasts were just right... they'd fit in my hands perfectly... she'd 'taste' so nice... was she a true blonde... was she blonde all over... was her pussy hairy, or was it clean shaven... my now that was truly a sinful thought... would she melt if I licked her clit... what would her juices taste like... 

"Mmmm!!" [I dreamed of her taste. ] 

"Hey... are you deaf...??... n what the hell were you smacking your lips about??" 

"Ahh!!" [would she taste as spicey as she sounded?] 

"Is that all you can do... stand there ogling me... saying ahh!!... Damn it!!" 

"Mmm... I can do a lot" with that, I pulled her into my arms... and kissed her. 

She tasted so good... her lips were softer than I could imagine... she tasted so... 

I knew I had to let her go... I was mauling a stranger... but God help me... she moaned!!... and that too in my mouth... it was a full-throated one... a lusty one... it was a needy one... 

Her initial struggle changed to a full-blooded act of participation... her response was not 'light'... she literally ate at my lips... 

Our tongues collided and then joined... she pulled me closer... I could feel her body... each and ever delectable inch... 

Our breaths were coming in short gasps... I could feel her heart pound... my hand dove under her shirt... she arched towards me. Her lace covered breasts were swollen... her nipples had become like pebbles... I pinched them... she moaned in my mouth... 

Her hands stole under my shorts... aah... I was surely gonna die... but man what a way to go!! 

She went lower... covered my shaft with her hands... I was throbbing there... my blood was rushing to my brian... I broke our kiss with a ragged groan. 

This stilled her... she seemed to gain consciousness... 

"God what am I doing... oooohhh!!" she started withdrawing her hand... I stopped her... and ever so slowly started rubbing my member on her hand, my balls jiggling with each movement... 

Her eyes grew wide... she moaned... I pinched her nipples again... she swayed a little... 

By then I couldn't stand straight... I also couldn't let her get away... I had to have her... I had to be in her... fully... 

Pulling her under a tree, I sat down... she stumbled, and literally crashed on top of me... 

I could feel her softness... her heat... her... 

We started another battle with our tongues... each wanted to be dominant... each wanted the other to back down... to submit... 

The need to feel her totally overwhelmed me... I lowered my hands into the waist-band of her skirt... she tensed... then... moaned again... I ate up her sound... 

Her skin was so smooth so silken... mmm... my hand went lower to her core... she was hot... 

I could feel her wetness through the lace... I reached for it... she was writhing... arching towards me... grinding her hips... 

Her pussy was dripping... her juices were leaking out... I wanted to taste it... to lick her clean down there... 

Slowly I inserted my other hand... never breaking the contact of our lips... I flicked open a drop off her... and carefully pulled my hand out... she gasped... 

I broke the kiss... she opened her eyes... confused... 

I brought my fingers [wet with her cum] to my lips... her eyes widened... I licked it off... she groaned... 

We stared at each other... she was so beautifully aroused... so wanton... so responsive... I knew what I wanted... and so did she... [my painfully large bulge was nestled in her stomach... ]... 

Suddenly... she awoke from our explosive dream... and pointed out the rather obvious lack of privacy... God... I wanted to draw her back into kiss... bury myself in her... and forget the world... but her eyes said that she wouldn't like that... 

"Lets get out of here...!!",she said... her voice husky with desire... 

"Yeah... we should...!!" Rather awkwardly I helped her off me... [it felt like I had carved my heart out... ]... 

I scrambled up... steadied myself... and helped her re-arrange her shirt... 

Looking into her eyes was the hardest thing I had ever done... all the while I could feel that she would just say 'NO', and leave... and I would be left there standing... with a painful hard-on... and a bleeding heart. 

But fate deemed it in another light... she did look at me... and she did say 'No'... but what she said with the 'No' left me soaring!! 

"No... not here... but now...!!" 

I looked at her blankly... 

"What's the matter cat got your tongue... mmm... I should hope not... because I'd like to use it for other activities... " 

She inserted a finger in my mouth... I licked it... 

"I see you still have it... it would be no fun otherwise!!" 

"Mmmmm"... I started sucking that finger... god soon very soon I'd be able to suck her... taste her... eat her... 

"We'd better get out of here... aahhhh... and you should stop doing that... or I might just ravish you here... mmmmm... again!!" 

Christmas and Easter had arrived together... I could actually picture Santa giving me my gift... HER. 

She pulled out her finger... and then used it to 'beckon' me... 

I followed her... like a pup... but a blissfully happy one... a pup with a hard-on as tall and sturdy like the Eiffel tower... [I know the comparison is stupid... but that's how it felt]... 

We entered a small cabin-like structure... [in the park premises itself]... I still don't know why or how that structure magically appeared... but it was there... and we needed it... BAD... 

I locked the door behind me... she turned... and both of us actually giggled... 

The space was small... a step forward would lead us literally into each others arms... but... that was the whole purpose... each of us in the others arms... 

I kept looking at her... waiting for her to make her first move... 

She sensed this... and smiled... 

She started unbuttoning her shirt... [I could see her milky flesh]... she tossed it aside... 

"A little over-dressed aren't you??" 

I shrugged off my t-shirt. 

"Now you're over-dressed...!!" 

"That can be easily remedied... " she took my hand and placed on her bra-clasp... 

"Mmmm no... I think u can remain a little covered for a while... " I lowered my mouth to her breasts... and started sucking her through her bra... 

"Goddd!!" 

I bit her nipple... she arched into me... 

Then I opened her bra... the front clasp was easy to open... just a click... and she was open to my view... 

Her nipples were jutting out... so pert... I cupped her then... she pushed further into my hands... 

I could sense her restlessness... her need to touch me... 

She lowered her hands to my bulge... stroking me through the shorts... so slowly... so rhythmically... so completely... 

"Ahhhh" 

"Mmm... you're big... so big...!!" 

Her hand stole inside... she felt my jockeys... then put her hand in them too... "You're burning up... so soft... " 

I just stood there... my hands massaging her breasts... my mind attuned to her hand movements... my soul at her feet... 

She pulled my dick out... pushing my 'clothing' out of her way... 

"Just look at you... so ready... " 

My gaze followed hers... I saw my engorged penis in her hand... throbbing with a life of its own... erect... a drop of moisture at its tip... 

I couldn't take it anymore... I had to see her like that too... to cup her too... to bury myself in her... 

I opened her skirts zipper... and pushed it out of the way... she simply stepped out of it... [never letting go of my dick]... 

I tore her panties... she started a little with the sound... but then smiled... 

She was gloriously naked... 

"You're so divine... the most beautiful creature on this earth... " 

"Not if you're standing in my shoes... this is what I call beauty" she pulled at my penis again... I jerked... my inside turning to mush... 

"You shouldn't do that... not if you want it to be over before we... aaahhh"... she started jerking me off... 

I had to stop her... to do the jerking in her... with her... 

I pulled her to me... raised her in my arms... her legs went around me... I lifted her buttocks... adjusting her pussy to make my entrance easier... fuller... 

She just sat on me... mmmm... I entered her... she took me in totally... her hot insides were clutching at my dick... 

"Aaaaaahhh" I don't really know who moaned... but the sound came from the depth of the soul... 

She contracted around me... I filled her... 

We stood like that for a few moments... savoring each other... 

She then started moving... slowly at first... then picking up speed... I caught her bottoms and started a rhythm of my own... harder and faster... up and down... pulling her with me into an abyss of pure sensation... 

I slammed into her... she slammed right back... 

"AhhAhhAhhhh... yeahhh do it to me give me... Aaaaaa...!!"her broken cries took me further over the edge... 

I increased the speed... faster... faster... harder... harder... into her... 

We went wild... humping each other like animals... I discovered my carnal appetites... appetites that could only be fed by her... on her... 

"Just doooo ittt!!!!... cum in me... cum...!!" I could feel her body convulse... my orgasm too approached... 

We jerked, and came together... I spilled myself into her... her juices mixed with my cum flowed out of her pussy... 

Breathing like marathon-runners... we stood there joint to each other in the most intimate of ways... me buried in her to the hilt...!! 

The earth moved the skies lit up in a hundred different colors... my soul was scorched... I could literally feel myself merge with her... in her... 

She pulled me out of her with her hand... stroked me... pinched my tip... 

"Ouch... that hurt!!" 

"After what you made me do... it should" she laughed huskily. 

":And what was that...??" 

"You made me into an animal...!!" 

"I did that... hmm... that would make us even... u did the same!!" she pinched my dick again... 

I could feel myself harden again... wanting a repeat performance...!! 

"No you don't... buster... I'll die!!" she said sensing my direction of thought... 

"Then you'd better stop that...!!" I motioned towards her busy hands... [hands that were 'killing me softly']... 

"What...??... This??" she started stroking me with renewed vigour... 

We did have an encore...!! 

And much later she told me her name... I told her mine... but by then we were both in bed... her bed... ------------------------------------------------------------------------

PART 2 

Bonny and me have been together for almost a year now. 

Our relationship is fulfilling... mutually... we settle all disputes amicably... you see the looser gets to lick the winner... so both of us keep trying to outdo each other at loosing... and no prizes to guess who 'looses' the most... ME!!... and I figure that is fair... she's tastier after-all... 

Tomorrow is her birthday... 29th April... two days later will be our first meeting anniversary... and I know what I'll give her... 

She had told me what her 'loved' ones used to say about her dream guy not existing and stuff... 

Well... 

Well, I do exist... and I am her dream guy... but... 

My existence is different from yours... you see I'm officially 400 years old... and have been 'DEAD' all this while... 

But shhhhh... don't tell Bonny... its my surprise to her...!! 

[Ps... I'll probably tell her when I'm in her... you know what I mean...!!]