0 comments/ 30138 views/ 0 favorites The Red Box By: deputy duffy A cold beer in hand, I crashed down onto my computer chair. Thankful that yet another workday had ended. Turning on the computer and quickly hooking up, I was looking forward to some escapism. Little did I know? It only to seconds to realize that today would not be like the last. My eyes couldn’t seem to focus. The screens glare almost burning them. It was strange to say the least. I even seem to notice what I thought was a red box hovering over the computer screen. It was even pulsating, as if begging for my attention. I rubbed my eyes and then gulped down another mouthful, laughing at my liquid excuse. It just had to be, didn’t it? I was still laughing inside when the box slowly opened up. No old hinges here, as it opened with nearly a sound. My jaw dropped in amazement, while being met with the realization that my eyes could now focus. Only now they were focused solely on the opened red box. I was still stunned, but I had no choice but to look now, as somehow it had me in its grip. When the box opened, it seemingly unlocked a key to my soul. Emotions started flowing like wine. It all started with green eyes staring back at me. A creepy eeriness quickly consumed me. Focusing, my fears realized, they were indeed my eyes looking back at me. Suddenly the movie Taxi Driver flashed in my head. Not the whole flick, just the part with De Nero and his famous lines, to which I repeated. Indeed they were looking at me, but it was me, looking at me. Confusion abound, I kept on focusing. Boy did I need a shave, was a strange first thought. More focusing and a painful realization that a few pounds have crept up on me, over the past few. But I was older, not a kid anymore. “What did father time expect?” I gasped. My voice echoing into my ears. “Wow, is that what my voice really sounds like?” I chuckled. The green eyes swirled their gaze around the bedroom. Walls, four by four, not walls made up of steel bars, but of Sheetrock, painted gray. A self-imposed prison cell nevertheless. A lone window, which sheltered me from the cold while offering a small glimpse at the world outside that often times left me spinning, darkened. They focused back on the lonely man, who sat in the corner, staring above the screen, seemingly frozen. Yet a naked woman projected on the screen, doing ungodly things with another, seemingly unfazed. The sound of music suddenly filled the air. Why were The Talking Heads playing in the background and where was my beautiful wife? I pondered. A painful reminder perhaps at the length of time since a female creature had occupied my time, or maybe more importantly occupied the unmade bed against the far wall. More focusing, as I asked, “where my eyes always that sullen looking?” Shifting my gaze to the collection of empty beer bottles that collected by my sides, searching for a clue. Didn’t I know that the answer never lie at the bottom? Many a man has bought into that lie and I yet another victim. A sudden crushing pain enveloped me. Breathing became difficult. Could this be my last day among the living? Is this what this was all about? A flutter of nervousness followed my questions, but as sudden as it came, it went. Yet I was left in a panic. My mind was telling my legs to run now, but they weren’t listening. Closing my eyes was also futile. It was as if someone or something wanted me to see what a wreck my existence had become, but deep inside I already knew. The pain well hidden by a friendly smile. I was the one you would never expect to make the headlines. He was such a quiet boy, they would profess, but did they know? Does anyone ever? The focus suddenly shifted. I could suddenly see into the window of the house next door. (How, seemingly cast aside.) Not just any window, but it was the shorthaired blonde, with the porn-starish body‘s window. She had used that body to tease many a man over the last few years, I among them. Her dirty looks, when she caught my hungry eye, aside, I knew it was wrong. However she was legal now, her 18th birthday not so long ago and yet I still knew it was wrong to want her so, but I was hungrier now more than ever. I could suddenly see her lying on the floor, doing some leg exercise. I see now how she kept them so lean. Dressed for a workout, she wore tight black bicycle shorts and a red sports bra. Simple but oh so sexy. She turned over on all fours and started pressing one sneakered foot into the air. Her tight pants molding her ass cheeks perfectly. She was simply built for sin and judging from the steady stream of male suitors to her house, I would say she knew it too. She started using the other foot now, up and down it went, my body pulsating with every thrust, until suddenly she crashed face first to the floor. I let out a gasp, as she was obviously trying to get up, but something had her pinned. She managed to turn her head to the side, a sheer look of horror etched on her face. Suddenly her legs began to rise until she was on her knees, but her shoulders were still pressed to the floor. She appeared to be screaming, but no sound came out. The only thing heard was her workout music playing in the background. I joined her tremble with fright, as her shorts began to lower, first over her hips and then down around her thighs, finally stopping at her knees. I noticed that tears were now rolling down her cheeks. Strange how crying looks like laughter without the sound, I thought and I also thought it strange, how her horror didn’t sicken me more. Her sports bra suddenly went flying across the room. I felt so helpless. I wanted to at least explain. But what would I say? I simply watched as her body started bucking back and forth. I could also see her ass cheeks quiver with every thrust. It took a second or two to register, but I knew now that she was being fucked, big time. I just didn't know what was fucking her and judging but her horrific expression on her face, as she looked over her shoulder that she didn’t either. From her position, I also didn’t know if it was fucking her in her pussy or ass, or both perhaps. while I also didn’t know why that was important to me! I began to feel a strange change in me, as I watched her being flipped over. Her body repositioned, giving me a good look at her perky breasts, pointing to the ceiling, for the first time. Focusing, on her pink nipples, each one appeared to be pulled away from her body and then snapped back, several times. Her face letting me know when she was entered again. I knew the difference between right and wrong, good and evil. I knew I should be trying to help her escape from her evil invader, but I was strangely jealous.(that must have been the change I started to fell earlier.) Jealous that it wasn’t me doing the invading. I wanted to be the one using her solely for my pleasure, tossing her body into any position I wanted. Not in the name of love but pure sinful lust. I didn’t want to know her favorite color or food. I didn’t want to know her goals and aspirations. No, I just wanted to fuck her, and fuck her, until she screamed out, screamed out my name. I lost tract of the number of different position she was put into that day, but each one was locked into my memory, for future reference. I watched as she finally fluttered on the floor, obviously enjoying an long overdo orgasm that she had probably been fighting so hard to avoid. Her naked body, now glowing in perspiration, slowed until she lay still for several minutes, except for her heavy breathing and some soft weeping. “I guess she got more of a workout than she planed today,” I said to myself with an evil chuckle, to which I couldn’t believe. “What’s happing to me?” I watched as her body was flipped over on her stomach again. She wore that not again look, as her knees were raised. “Oh yah give it to her again!” I snarled, but suddenly my view started getting smaller and smaller, as I screamed, “WAIT!” over and over. And just like that she was gone. Gone from my view and from my thoughts. Suddenly different faces began to dance in my head. There was Mrs. Johns, (my 7th grade teacher) Beth,(my favorite bartender) Judy,(my friend’s new wife) and April,(my 19-year-old sexy niece) and many more, all waiting for me to visit them,(in my own special way) ready or not. Funny what you think of when you feel that you won’t be held accountable for your actions, or when you’ve conceded that you’ve lost the battle between good and evil. And what about me? I knew it was a battle that took place over time, but had Satan lone since conquered this soul? Where his meat claws buried deep within, waiting for the right day, waiting for a final breath? His offer for yet another beer, another slice, maybe a burger and extra fries, bringing me yet another step closer. His laugh, with every poor decision, seemingly always ringing in my ears, even if I didn’t always hear it. Still focusing, with my head throbbing, and the hands of time pressing on my shoulders, seemingly weighing me down. It was almost too much to bear, almost, but tomorrow is a new day. The sun will come out tomorrow, the red headed girl sang, and hopefully I will find another reason, another reason to be, or was this a sign that tomorrow would be my last. A day to make the back pages of the newspaper, or would I make the front? Would tomorrow be the day that everyone finds out just what evil lies buried deep within this quiet man? The red box suddenly snapped shut and disappeared in a flash. My body shuddered, my eyes back to a single pair. My dream over, or had it just begun? The End Your feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. And please VOTE. The Red Bracelet Note: this is a somewhat long and slowly developing story. Everything started when I woke up on a later autumn day with a strange idea in my head. Well actually it started the first time I saw Bianca a couple of years ago, when she was a work colleague of my then girlfriend. I met her a few times at work parties and even though I quickly noticed that she was both gorgeous and desirable, we didn't really get any opportunity to talk. That changed after a beach party... When I saw her in a bikini, I decided that I was going to get to know her. How shallow, will you think? Well, yes. And we did get to know one another. At the time I was really in love with my girlfriend, Jennifer, so I merely enjoyed Bianca's company, and beauty, with nothing more in mind than an occasional glance down her blouse. I'm serious! But then something changed. My girlfriend got a promotion that soon transformed into relocation across the country. I was really heartbroken: not only by loosing my girlfriend but also by seeing how easy taking the decision to move away from me had been for her. I thought we had something that could have grown into a lifelong relationship. Boy was I wrong: I learned through Bianca that my ex had found a new guy barely two months after moving out. On my part, during those few months after the separation, I dealt with this kind of careless desertion with the help of a few friends, especially Bianca. Even then, as lonely and "on the hunt" as I was for a new relationship as I was, I still didn't think of her as a potential partner. Then again, she had a guy in her life, Frank, whom I didn't know very well. I met a few girls during my first bachelor year, with nothing more to show for it than a few very good, sweaty nights. Through it all, Bianca was encouraging me to go out even when I didn't feel like it, helping me to choose which clothes to wear and especially which clothes *not* to wear. Without even realizing it, we were starting to spend more and more time together. Be it alone at my place (she worked only five blocks away from my apartment and often came after work for a beer or two), going out for movie or a good restaurant and even sometimes at her place (where I sometimes went to fix up a few things around the place: her accountant boyfriend didn't even know they had tools in the laundry room.). When her own romantic life began to deteriorate, I tried my best to help her think through all the usual questions and doubts, *again* without even thinking of myself! I was only glad to be able to return the favor. My generous innocence suddenly changed one day during that same autumn, a few weeks before waking up with the idea that made everything after possible. I was at her place, her boyfriend gone for a short business trip, helping her to make a big batch of pumpkin soup. As was usual I didn't even notice how sexy she was, with her old jeans and tank top. But when I happened to see her reach for the top shelf of the cupboard, up on her toes, for the last mason jug, something clicked inside my head. The fall of her long ponytail on her back, the curve of the small of her back transforming into her hips and ass, her round, womanly thighs stretching the jeans and most of all her full-size breasts, jutting forward because of her position... A lightning storm fired all through my brain in a second, blowing away the last remnants of my innocence. My eyes lost focus and luckily some instincts made them look away from those breasts of hers, for when I came to, Bianca was laughing, asking me whether I was on the moon or further in outer space. What would have happened had I blanked out with my eyes glued to her breasts? Who knows? I wove my way as best I could through the stressful next few minutes, but as far as I could tell, Bianca didn't realize anything out of the ordinary. Yet for me, everything had changed. As soon as I thought that she had forgotten about my temporary moon exploration, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Leaning against the countertop, I tried to regain my bearings, knowing full well that I'd have to spend the rest of the afternoon with her, all the while *not* staring at her body. How on earth could I have missed that for so long? I now remembered that day on the beach, nearly obsessing about her, how incredible she looked in her black bikini. Where had that memory been for the last year and a half? Damn sometimes the brain could play tricks on itself! I flushed the toilet and got out, somehow managing to get through the rest of the day with her without looking like a complete degenerate. I got a grip of myself during the next few days and finally realized that I had been in love and lust for that woman for a long time. For some reason a hidden part of my psyche decided to hide that fact from the rest of me, and now that phase was over. The only remaining question was: what to do about it. It's hard enough to transmute a friendship into a romantic relationship without having to deal with a troublesome boyfriend. Even though the thought crossed my eccentric mind, I couldn't deal with Frank in a typical gangster fashion. Nor could I, a much more sane approach; slowly convince Bianca that her boyfriend was a complete moron never worthy of her extraordinary grace and majesty. Nah... As true as that was, I owed more to her than to try and destroy her relationship. So what else then? I couldn't just keep on going as if nothing had happened, by being the perfect gentlemen friend, watching from the sidelines, as months after months would go by. For one thing, I'd be watching her breasts. And her ass. And thighs too, and ooooh, her nice smooth, oh-so-slightly rounded belly, and her hair, yes, her incredible hair... Well, you get the picture. Idleness would not do. So that's how, a few weeks later, somewhere near the end of November, I woke up with an idea: I would let her decide if she wanted to be courted by another man. How to do that without compromising myself? By sending her an anonymous letter. I spent a few hours that very morning writing the letter. Then I waited a few days to re-read it and make a few corrections. After a few more days I had a good letter that, I hoped, would have the desired effect. I talked about beauty and desire, a bit about lust, and a few lines of honest prose praising her beauty. With mention of her breasts and buttocks. I didn't want her to think I was an adolescent poet wanna-be with pure intentions in mind. In a sense, the most important part in my letter was the final paragraph. Since she couldn't write back to me, I told her to wear a red bracelet to all social events she went to in the next few weeks. If the anonymous author of the letter saw that red bracelet, it would be the signal to write another letter. If she didn't like the letter, I asked her to forget about it. So there I was with my letter printed and unsigned, sealed in a non-descript envelop, ready to be mailed. A week after waking up with the idea, I was dropping the letter in a mailbox and tried my best to wait for a red bracelet. Nothing happened the following week. Christmas preparations were under way and we decided that this year Bianca was going to host the huge Christmas party. Every year since the end of high school, her old gangs gets together and have a huge Christmas bash, at least 2-3 days long. I've been happy to attend the last two years and it's without a doubt the biggest party of the year. This year she had enlisted me for help. Her boyfriend would spend five days on a last minute business trip and wouldn't be able to help much. So two days before he was supposed to leave, a Saturday, we spent the entire day preparing the apartment itself. Frank was with us most of the day, but we had a lot of fun nonetheless. At first I thought it was my imagination going into overdrive, but I noticed around noon that Bianca was teasing me. She wasn't dressed in a way that was obviously sexy, but the skirt she wore over white tights was quite short nonetheless. And her tee shirt, a simple tee-shirt, was old and thin and very form-fitting. When I became aware that something was different about her, I thought that she was playing some sort of teasing game with her boyfriend. She talked to me about some of those games, a very few times, but I'd never seen her playing one while I was there. I was starting to have problems concentrating on whatever I was doing. The first time I hit my finger with the hammer, because she had bent down right in front of me, she turned around looking genuinely concerned. The second time I did it, about an hour later, while she was hanging Christmas lights above the guest room's door, facing me, with her large breasts in full display, she looked at me with a small smile. What in hell was happening here? Never before had she done anything quite like this! She had modeled new clothes for me a few times in the past, even a swimsuit once, but never before did I receive such a "vibe" from her. What had caused such a change? The letter? Could she have found out it was me? Impossible! And where was the damned red bracelet I was anxiously waiting for? It couldn't be the letter. So what? Try as I might, I couldn't figure it out. And I was so anxious about that red bracelet that I couldn't fully enjoy it. Pressing a breast against my left arm while decorating the tree, with her boyfriend standing just to my right; bending down towards me, on the other side of the tree, to hang a Christmas ball al the while showing me her breasts shamelessly; standing right next to me to rearrange some gnome figurines on a shelf while I was kneeling down trying to figure out how to plug everything safely, offering me a real close-up look at her wonderful legs and tempting me to look up her skirt, which I did when she slowly turned to leave; finding, in that very brief instant of uncovered flesh, that her tights were in fact stockings; taking the classic pose while talking on the phone with her old best friend, bent over the counter with one leg straight and the other bent, offering me an unmatched look at her ass; stretching her arms behind her back, blatantly pushing her big breasts outwards while I was taking to her about Christmas balls that were too big to be hung in the tree... It just didn't stop. We ate dinner all three together and even with her boyfriend very near she managed to get a few subtle teases in: her knee leaning against mine under the table, touching my arm when I made funny jokes, playing with her loose hair, which she knew I loved while "accidentally" calling attention to her breasts by having her arms up over her head, jumping up and down in glee like a little girl after getting a phone confirmation that one of her old friend was coming (for those who didn't catch that one, a grown woman with generous breasts jumping up and down in a tight tee-shirt doesn't have the same effect as a little girl jumping up and down)... At one point, while Bianca and Frank were talking together, I very nearly became overwhelmed with all this. Then again Frank himself, while having witnessed most of those things, didn't seem to be upset at all. And since he wasn't a very subtle man, he was quite certainly *not* upset. And despite a few strange looks during the day, Bianca wasn't unmistakably trying to seduce me. Come to think of it, she does touch my arm often, especially when I make jokes. Same thing with playing with her hair and stretching all the time. What about the upskirt and the phone call position? Was that her teasing, or me taking advantage of the situations? Was she simply feeling at ease with me, not having to worry about perverts trying to see what they shouldn't? On the other hand, stockings? I mean, what the hell? Why not wear an old pair of pantyhose? And with such a short skirt... I don't know. Maybe that was some sort of game with her boyfriend. In any case I spent most of the afternoon with a semi-erection threatening to turn into a full blown all obvious affair. We watched a classic Christmas movie to end the evening, with Bianca and her boyfriend on the sofa and me on a big old and very comfortable chair. On a few occasions when she moved or switch position on the couch I saw more flashes of thighs above the stockings, but nothing out of the ordinary. She did give me a few smiles during the movie, but then again, nothing to write home about. As was sometimes the case they invited me to stay over, as a early winter storm was growing thicker and thicker outside. I lived quite a long way from her apartment and I had slept in her guest room more times than I remembered. Usually it was after parties or long evenings with friends, after which I would fall into deep sleep in a matter of minutes. But tonight, even after everything became silent and dark, I couldn't even think of sleeping. My little upskirt peek, and those breasts of hers on my back kept haunting me. Have I been dreaming all day, or did she tease me at every opportunity she had? Turning around in the bed, trying to sleep in vain, I tried and failed to get to a solid conclusion about the day. But my speculations were cut short by a sound heard through the wall: a low moan. All of a sudden I was sitting up in the bed, trying to hear what was happening on the other side of the wall. But for a minute or so my heart was beating so fast that I couldn't hear a thing. Then as I lay my ear against the wall I began hearing what was more clearly moans and other, er, assorted fucking sounds. Very faint but I was quite sure that they were fucking, right there next to me. My erection returned just as the thought crossed my mind that the stockings were most likely part of a game that was concluding right now. After a louder moan cut short, nothing. Silence. Dead of night. After a few more minutes I lay back down in my bed and couldn't for a million dollars stop my mind from imagining Bianca fucking. Of course under her strong thighs and ass would be me, not that damned Frank. And right then, close to a fist-induced climax of my own, I heard the door to their room opening. I froze. Quiet footsteps in the hall, coming this way. The door to my room was wide open. It could be Frank, but I was hoping that the lightness of the steps was a sign that Bianca, fresh out of bed and off of a climax, was walking this way. I half-closed my eyes, trying to calm my wild heart. I saw a head appear in the doorway, with long luscious hair flowing beneath it: Bianca. She looked at me for a long while, then disappeared. Only to reappear a second later, completely nude, walking across the living room towards the kitchen. Oh my Gods. I had seen her in bikinis that left nothing to the imagination, but it was a glorious sight to see anyway. A fraction of a second, in the moonlight, her skin covered in sweat. Uncontrolled response: my eyes focused and followed her breasts for the entire two seconds I had. In the moonlight, her aureoles appeared a pale pink, quite large and crowned with really big nipples. Underneath those tiaras were the two wonderful breasts I had come to know and love... Big, large and proud, never flattened like big breasts sometimes are but instead thrusting forward like sails in a strong wind. I knew they were natural, as Bianca really hated artificial body alterations of any kind, but it was hard to believe. She was 32, not 22, yet her breasts seemed to effortlessly ignore that fact. Heavy with firm flesh they moved with her steps, bouncing slowly up and down as the corner of a wall finally hid her body. I then heard Bianca filling a glass of water, then silence as she probably drank it. When she came back she ran on tiptoes, this time offering me more a tease of her nudity than a real show. But her full bush, only barely trimmed, seemed to glow in the moonlight, framed by her smooth belly and thighs. My erection was raging, and my imagination was back in full swing. Three minutes later I was panting in my bed, my hands sticky, unable to figure out what to do with everything I was feeling and thinking. Thankfully sleep overtook me and gave me an eight-hour stretch of peace of mind. The following morning is when it finally happened. We ate breakfast together, with Frank gone to pick up a few more things to decorate the apartment. Bianca had to leave too for a dance lesson she couldn't miss, the last one before the Christmas break. Just after closing the door she came back and shouted: "Just forgot something." I came to the door and saw that she was putting on a bright red bracelet. My heart nearly stopped. She kissed me on the cheek but with no sly smile, or knowing look. It confirmed what I had thought: she didn't know that I had written the letter. And that yesterday's teases were just my imagination overheating. Then again, she *did* want another letter... Nervous and excited, I could only think of one thing: her breasts. As I was about to leave, trying to find key she had given me long ago in my backpack, I looked in their bedroom by accident. Right there on the bed, with its pure white coverlet, lay something like a ruby on snow: a bright red bra. My hand paused its searching and my breathing probably stopped as well for a few seconds. During the first few weeks after the break-up that brought my relationship with Bianca to a more intimate friendship, I had been invited to sleep over a few times. And so quite by accident, like now, I had seen a few of her bras lying around. But as if I had had a mental block in my head, they had never registered as objects of fantasy. Heck, I was not really a fetishist, but if I had to choose one it would probably be bras. And long thick hair. Bianca had more than enough in either instance to fulfill any fetishist's wildest dreams. Slowly I got up, locked the door from the inside to prevent bad surprises, and answered the call of the red bra. I picked it up in my hands, for the first time touching one of Bianca's bras. This one was very bright red, with both thick and very delicate lace designs all over it. Unable to resist I brought it to my nose and smelled deeply: a soft, slightly soapy and perfumed smell. I'm not a big fan of perfume, but Bianca was the exception: she always used the same perfume, in very small quantities. Both her and her bra smelled of clean female flesh mingled with some mysterious exotic fruit aroma. Kneeling beside the bed where she had most likely made love only a few hours ago, I could have stayed there, inhaling her scent all day. But I had a letter to write. Before placing the bra back on the bed, I looked for the little tag. Made by Aubade; I should have guessed. Moreover, I knew her breasts were big, but the 32EE size sent a small ripple of pleasure through my body. I would have guessed her breasts to be somewhere between D and DD, probably 34, but what do I know. Ideas, fantasies, new fetishes and even some perversions bloomed in my head all the way back to my place. * * * * * Five days later, the winter sun beginning to set, I was getting myself ready to go back to Bianca's place. She *should* have received the letter by now. I wrote it two days ago in a long and intense morning of fantasies and masturbation, focusing on her breasts and bras. Beside the slightly perverted comment I made about her breasts, I had re-emphasized just how beautiful and sexy and desirable she was, how wonderful and women she had become. I tried to explain how desire was the natural expression of inter-gender beauty, and that praising a woman's beauty without talking about desire was vain and deceitful. And so I talked about desire... A lot! Again I've been invited to sleep over, as her boyfriend was leaving on a two day seminar, the last one before Christmas. As soon as Bianca opened the door an alarm rang in my head: her long hair were loose, overflowing down her shoulders both on top of her breasts and all over her back. Her thick mane was something that defied description and tested the limits of the concept of beauty. But underneath those dense strands was something even more remarkable: a thin white top, held together in the front by four tiny buttons, barely managing to conceal a deep blue bra underneath. In turn, the bra was doing its best to conceal and restrain a wonderful pair of 32EE breasts. Both were failing. Lamentably. The Red Bracelet Somehow a set of instincts took over and saved me from a very embarrassing situation: I managed to get through her welcoming hug without looking like a complete fool. Her two breasts on my chest felt like fingers of Gods, offering me too much grace. As she led me to the kitchen to finish the dinner she had prepared, I took those few seconds to get a grip on myself. But as the minutes turned into an hour, like the white lace top and the blue bra, I was, probably red-faced, failing miserably. And although I was sure that Bianca was aware of my condition, somehow she didn't mention it or ask me what was wrong. I had problems making complete sentences, I hung on simple words, I cut myself twice with the knife while preparing carrots... And that went on for the better part of an hour, maybe a bit more, before we went and ate our meal in front of a movie. So for that hour I was the sole spectator of an incredible display. The amount of cleavage the bra created and the top allowed to see was just insane. Should have been illegal. I'd seen Bianca in bikinis a few times and all dressed up for rare formal occasions. But never before had I seen her so utterly and overwhelmingly sexy as tonight. It seemed to me that every light in the room was focused on her breasts. Huge as always, teeming from her unbelievable bra, they called to me like sirens. Through the white lace and the very thin layer of cotton that prevented her outfit from being explicitly erotic, I could see the dark bra's shape easily. My eyes couldn't really believe that her breasts could be that large but there it was, screaming lust right in front of my eyes. The four buttons seemed to be perpetually on the verge of giving up and blowing off. I could see the typical from-the-top cleavage; nobody could have missed it, but also the more elusive bottom curve of both her breasts as she moved around in the kitchen. The bottom part of her white top, too short to reach her waist anyway, was held opened and away from her belly by the tension. I was afraid of actually going crazy by the end of the night. We moved to the living room and ate in front of the camera, which gave me a break, of sorts. Since she was sitting beside me I could no longer stare at those breasts without her seeing it, but every glance I got was from a nasty angle: it was so perfect that it hurt. I could actually see between her breasts down to her belly. The good food and the good movie reduced the pressure a bit, by allowing me to focus on something else. Some time later, the plates cleared away, my pulse was actually starting to slow down to something approaching normal, and my breathing was quieter as well. Then Bianca got up and said something very simple: "I'm gonna go and change into my pj's." "Sure." I replied, completely innocent. I was convinced that flannel pj's were going to allow me to spend the rest of the evening more relaxed, not having to fight with an erection. Gods was I wrong. I lazily turned my head towards her when she walked in, and I swear my jaw dropped. Nowhere in sight were the oversized flannel things I had in mind. Instead, she had on nothing but that old thin tee shirt from the other day and a pair of white panties. But let me make sure you have the right mental image: the tee-shirt clung to her every curves and didn't reach below her belly button at all, probably because it had to wrap around her bra-less breasts, and the panties were a V-cut, smallish affair. And yes, I really did say "bra-less". When you have 32EE breasts and decide to go bra-less, people around you just can't ignore it. This time I couldn't do anything about my staring, and no set of instincts was going to do anything about it. For that reason, this time, Bianca noticed my slack jaw and laughed softly as a reply. "Well thank you for that compliment, my dear friend..." She said as she was sitting down, quite close to me on the couch. "I kind'a needed that right now." That puzzled me enough to shake myself out of my astonished state. "What?" I said, completely dumbfounded that such a beautiful girl as confident about her body and beauty as I know she was, could say something like that. "Well, I didn't know how to say this to you, so I'll say it as straight as I could..." For a moment when she paused, fear gripped me and uncertainty nearly overwhelmed me. What could be that hard for her to say to me? "I think..." she took a deep breath, "Ah, this is harder to say than I thought, even though I sort'a made my peace with it. I think that Frank is cheating on me." My jaw dropped again, not for the same reason. It made her smile again. "How on earth could he do that?" I asked, once again a proud protector of my good friend's honor, never realizing that this conflicted with the thoughts I'd been having for the last few weeks. "I don't know. Then again you know we've been having a rough time lately, with him being at work so often and so late. ...And those business trips, I have a feeling that they're not all real business trips." "Oh man, that's unbelievable..." I was shocked. "Why would he do this, I mean you're an incredible woman, more beautiful than... " I stopped and smiled coyly, not wanting to let any of my perverted thoughts get out with nobler words. After a pause: "...more beautiful than our relationship allows me to say." There was a slight pause after that. And a bright smile on her part. She took my hand and squeezed it twice, thanking me again. "I don't really want to talk about it anymore. You're the only one that knows about my concerns, the only one I felt I could confide in. Actually I'm not all that shocked about it all. I know he's a ladies' man, has always been and always will be. The one and only discussion we had about getting a house and possibly children in the future went so bad... Damn. He's funny enough when he wants to, good company most of the time, quite enjoyable in bed..." She paused. "Ooops, sorry about that." It was indeed, a detail I didn't need to know. But then again I was surprised at how quickly the whole atmosphere had changed in a matter of minutes. She was still looking as sexy as a nymph in spring, with her naked leg pressed against mine, but somehow my obsession was on hold for the moment. She resumed. "Well here I start talking about it exactly after saying I didn't want to." She sighed again. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you." "Thanks for trusting me. But if you do want to talk about it, go ahead." "Nah. Wouldn't do any good. Let's finish this movie; it was good and I don't want to ruin it." And it was good indeed, but my mind kept thinking about what she had said. Or, alternatively, my obsession raised its head a few times. Especially when she got up to get us two more glasses of wine. Her panties were not exactly g-strings, but it didn't cover anymore than half her buttocks. My erection returned as I stared at her, watching how the firm flesh of her ass defined and blurred the line that separated them from her thighs. Left and right the line appeared and disappeared, bulging up one smooth and round cheek before letting it flow smoothly back into her thigh. Damn what an ass. I replaced my erection in my jeans, to glad that had not change to boxer and tee shirt like I sometimes did. When she returned, holding the two big glasses in her hands, framing her two even bigger breasts, I smiled to her and said: "Can I use the excuse of the alcohol to say that you're absolutely gorgeous?" She laughed and said yes. "Well," I said as she sat very close to me, her shoulder against mine, "you are absolutely gorgeous." We laughed again together, drinking the excellent wine which was, on the other hand, not in any way the reason why I had said this. Sometime later the movie ended and we talked a bit about it before going to bed. I took a quick shower, realizing how much sweat the blue bra and white tee-shirt had elicited. Bianca gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and bade me a good night before I got in the shower. I was tired and slightly drunk so I easily resisted the urge to masturbate in the shower. When I got back to my room in complete darkness, and found something on my bed beneath the blankets, that all changed. Lying there, nearly innocently, was the blue bra Bianca had worn tonight. My pulse exploded and my eyes widened when I opened the lamp and saw the note. On it, written with Bianca's neat handwriting, were those few words: "Thanks for the compliments tonight. I hope you enjoyed my bra as much as I enjoyed reading your letters." I sat down on the bed, flabbergasted. A grin appeared on my face and I began laughing as silently as I could. I didn't know what this all meant yet, but joy exploded in my heart. I woke up extremely early, the sun not even really up yet, but I was too excited to sleep. I went to the kitchen to find pen and paper then came back to my room. The only dream I had involved a few twigs of mistletoe, lots of kissing, and a Xmas stripping game. I left that last part out, preferring to let Bianca take the lead on this one... So I began writing a shorter letter than the two previous ones, telling her about my dream under the mistletoe. Once done, I tip-toed to her room and slipped the letter under her door. While coming back I increases the thermostat significantly, hoping both that she wouldn't notice and wouldn't feel like wearing a robe. I had planned to stay in my bed and wait for her to get up and read the letter, but when I saw the blue bra on the pillow next to mine, it reminded me of the stripping game. I brought the bra to my face and inhaled her scent, only to realize that I had a huge erection and more than enough images in my head. Minutes later I had cum all over my belly and in the end I barely managed to clean myself up before falling back to sleep. The smell of eggs and bacon was probably what pulled me out of my sleep. I took a deep breath and stretched a little in the bed before getting up, luxuriating in the warmth of the bed and the fantasies that were beginning to crowd all around in my head. I walked to the kitchen, only to find Bianca at the stove, preparing the food. She had her back to me, and hadn't changed from her pj's. I don't know how long I stood there, rooted like a dumb flower, staring at her body. Long lean legs, powerful from all the dancing, muscles just slightly defined in the morning light; well formed thighs that belonged on a real woman and not on some adolescent chick; wonderful hips made for dancing and fucking and to frame her unbelievable ass; all of which were perfectly covered in a fading tan because Bianca loved to show off her legs. The small kitchen radio was playing very softly, probably as to not wake me up, and she was dancing unconsciously while preparing breakfast. Sow those thighs and hips and ass cheeks were moving back and forth and all around as sensuously as you can imagine. I took a sharp deep breath when Bianca decided to make her ass gyrate to the sound of a guitar solo. She heard me though, and looked around, startled to see me. She grinned and said that she wanted to bring me breakfast in bed. I was still reeling from her legs and ass when this idea of hers (and her two still-bra-less breasts under her thin top) caught me by surprise. I only managed a incoherent "Errr..." before she laughed gently. Then I said: "Well, can't you see that I'm sleepwalking?" "Oh!" she said, surprised. "Of course. Well go back to bed you sleepwalker, before you rip something..." She then glanced quickly at my boxers, the only thing I had on at the moment, and saw what was a very obvious erection tent. I probably turned beet-red in a flash and turned around to go back to my room. I heard her laughing but I didn't feel like she was laughing at me. She probably thought that the situation was very funny. A few minutes later she opened my door and came in carrying a tray filled with goodies. "Care to give me a bit of room in there?" She asked, innocently, if I wanted her to climb into bed with me. I did, too stunned to say anything. We managed to secure the tray and all its content on our thighs, which had to be touching. The food was delicious and I ate a lot even though I'm not usually able to eat when I'm excited. She spotted her bra on the pillow at some point and said: "Oh, there it is! I've been looking all over for this one... One of my favorites! Do you agree?" "Er, yes..." I said, trying my best to play along with her. "I just love shopping for bras... I think the lady who sold this one to me was a bit of a lesbian... She kept looking at my breasts with large eyes, kept tugging at the straps and cups to make it fit better, she said." I just couldn't say anything, trying my best not to see the scene in my mind. "Would you like to come along and shop for a bra next time I need a new one?" "This time my eyes got bigger. "Well, er, yes, but..." "But what?" she said with a hint of a naughty smile. "Bianca," I started before taking a deep breath, "The past few days have been really nice and fun, and now that you discovered that I..." She stopped me with a finger on my lips. "Shush..." She looked more serious now. "Have you enjoyed them, those last few days?" "Yes, of course." "Then don't burst this little bubble we've created. I thank you for the letters, and I want more by the way, but please don't unravel our little pre-Christmas fantasy." She kissed me on the cheek before continuing: "I'm really glad you took the risk of writing them, and I don't want to let all of reality's dirty details ruining it for now. Enjoy it Matt. I know I am!" She finished with a grin. When she got up in the following silence, she turned to me before leaving and said: "Don't worry about that big tent of yours... I'm not a vestal virgin and I know what it really means... And as I said, I'm in serious need of compliments right now, and this is about the rawest form of it you could have given me..." She laughed with me as she finished and went out. But again, in the doorway, she turned around: "Oh, and I want to give you a pre-Christmas gift: I'm giving you permission to look or stare or gawk at me all you want today. " It was clear, even in my shocked state, that Bianca was getting nervous, but the good tension, the edge of too much intimacy made public. After she went back to the kitchen, leaving me with the breakfast and her bra, I closed my eyes and try to understand everything that was happening so fast. A few weeks ago I couldn't even think about her with an erotic thought, and now she had allowed me to openly look at her body as much as I wanted. My erection was back with a vengeance, but I decided that I would wait and keep that energy for later... I didn't have to wait long before things got interesting again. I brought the empty tray back to the kitchen and when I walked back to my room, Bianca got out of the bathroom. Among other things, she had quite obviously removed the elastic band that had kept her hair in a ponytail. She looked like a goddess with her hair undone, and the few spots of water on her thin white tank top only added to her sexiness. I asked her: "Where do you keep your elastic bands?" "In a box in the cupboard right here." She pointed inside the bathroom. "Why?" "Oh nothing, I only want to throw them all in the garbage." She was puzzled for a second before remembering: "Oh yes, you like my hair unbound... Well ok then, I'll keep them free all day today." "Hmmm, thanks." I said, sharing her smile. "Wanna help me do the dishes?" "Sure." But when we walked back into the kitchen, I noticed a little twig of mistletoe. She must have put it up there this morning after reading my letter, but the sight of her naked legs had prevented me from seeing it earlier. I grabbed her arm and said "Hey!" When she saw the mistletoe she smiled. But when I kissed her on the mouth, quickly as to not overstep too many boundaries at the same time, she pulled back a bit surprised, but laughed with me. "Ah! Naughty boy!" I grinned, savoring the feeling of her lips on mine. After that we started cleaning the kitchen. It did not happen by accident. The drops of water on her top, probably from washing her face in the bathroom, gave me the idea. I offered to wash while she'd dry. Subtly at first, I began to accidentally throw water on her top. We were standing very close together, with her on my left. As I washed with my right hand, I quickly learned how to aim soapy water towards her. As I was also careful to splash myself with it a few times, it took her a while to realize what I was doing. Now remember, she was wearing an old white tank top, already thin, already clinging to her curves. On the other hand, as we were right now, I couldn't very easily look at her breasts. By the time we were halfway done, the lower part of her top was more or less soaked with water. Then, when I sent some water directly onto her right breast, she startled and then looked at me. A second later she began laughing: "Oh, I see! Still being naughty aren't we?" I played the innocent but she saw right through it. As I was looking at her I stole a few glances on the wet spot I had just made. Hmmm, the thin cotton had become quite transparent and the color of her skin was showing right through. Definitely worth continuing. We laughed as we resumed washing, but only a few seconds later I sent her breasts another salvo of hot water. This time she jumped back, trying in vain to dodge it. This time she seemed to get angry but I quickly realized that she was playing. The entire front of her top was drenched with water now, clinging to her breasts like a second skin. The full glory of them was nearly on display, with very little now left to the imagination. Breaking me out of my reverie she scooped water in both her hands and threw it at me. Sure enough, the water had the same effect on my boxers that it had had on her top: my semi-erection was plainly visible. When I tried to do the same thing, Bianca, laughing, started to run away. I ended up getting most of her side and panties wet. A thought flashed in my mind as I ran after her: this morning was turning into a wet dream, a pure fantastical wet dream. And why not? I laughed with her, threatening the most awful things if I ever caught her. She stopped just long enough to grab a pillow on the couch and throw it at me. But when she had to stop to avoid the recliner, I managed to grab her arm. She squealed but stopped as I pointed to the mistletoe she had run under. "We both walked under it..." I said and then quickly grabbed her shoulders and kissed her on the lips again. First a quick kiss in the heat of the chase, then as neither of us moved away, panting, she kissed me back longer. Suddenly her tongue was in my mouth, dancing with mine. It was an impossibly wonderful situation, born of ignored desire, pent up passion, all the teasing and driven most of all by the deep relationship that took a couple of years to grow silently. But right at that moment, her wet breasts were pressed against my naked chest and my halfway hard cock was nestled against her panties. All this only a few precious seconds after we began kissing. Out of nowhere my hand slipped from Bianca's shoulder and for the first time I felt her right breast, cupping it fully in my palm and fingers. She moaned through our kiss but her eyes suddenly opened. Mischief was burning brightly! Laughing she broke away and started to run again. Just watching her lithe yet athletic body, nearly naked now, with her long and lose hair swishing around behind her was enough for me... Well, nearly enough. My hand still pulsed with the heat from her breast. I shouted: "You over-dressed tease! Come back here!" When she heard that, in the middle of the corridor, she stopped and turned around, serious as a judge. Uneasiness grew inside me for a second, as she stayed silent. But she broke it easily: "I may be a tease but I'm not overdressed!" And then, as if she'd been all alone in the world, she removed her top and threw it on the floor. My eyes got big for a second as I saw her breasts for the first time in the light: glorious, proud, flawless, not a hint of sag or tan-line in sight, big aureoles with very prominent nipples, now hardened by our playing and the cold water. The Red Bracelet Some instinct took over me when she started running again, and I followed as fast as could. At the end of the corridor she had a choice to make: the laundry room or her own room. Both were dead-ends. I grinned when I saw her disappearing into her room. I followed her and stopped running once inside: I had her cornered. She was standing on her bed, gloriously topless, leaning against the wall. Without taking my eyes away from her, I moved my right arm back over my head and pointed. She was still panting, but she laughed when she saw what I was pointing to: another twig of mistletoe. Without moving I brought my arm back and asked her to come to me by curling my finger. In silence she began walking towards me on the bed; switching from fearful prey to confident lover. I was, at that moment, so sure of that fact that it didn't even surprise me: Bianca was coming to kiss me, to give me our first real kiss as lovers. I took her hands as she walked down from her bed and took her into my arms. With her entire upper body cradled against me, we paused for a time, silently realizing that this kiss was going to change things. We didn't pause for too long. Sliding her cheek against my neck she slowly turned upwards towards me and met my lips for a third time. In a matter of seconds the soft, sweet kiss rekindled into the blazing fire that the teasing, water and mistletoes had created. My arms squeezed her against me as moans started to leak out from our kiss. Sliding one of my hands down I felt her ass before grabbing it vigorously, pulling her thighs and abdomen against mine. Already obvious, my hard cock was now nestled in her flesh, from her mound to her belly. I moaned when Bianca pushed herself closer to me, rubbing her skin against my boxers. Unable to conceive of any reason not to remove her panties, I slipped both my hands inside and tasted the smooth curves that flow from the small of her back all the way down to her thighs' starting lines. Breaking the kiss, or at least making a long trail of kisses down her neck and dangerously close to her breasts, I pushed her panties down until they broke free and fell to the ground. When I straightened I felt my cock grazing her bush, before settling once again on her soft belly. But as soon as I straightened, Bianca in turn grabbed my boxers and began pushing them down. She was expecting it, but when my cock slapped my belly after being freed fro the boxers, her eyes widened a bit and she smiled. I'm not huge, nor even all that big, but I've been told by most of my girlfriends that I have a very beautiful cock. I was *really* glad to see that Bianca thought so too. Instead of simply pushing them down until they fell, Bianca got on her knees sand stayed there as I threw the boxers away with my right foot. At first she had both her hands on my thighs, staring at my cock just as blatantly as I had stared at her breasts a few minutes earlier. Then she grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and leaned in. I was sure I was going to get a hell of a blowjob, but I was wrong. She began licking the underside of my cock slowly, before moving on to the sides. She was looking at me from time to time, a naughty grin on her face as she licked. She then took me into her mouth and sucked me for a few seconds, but it was obvious that this was not a regular blowjob. When she pulled away and straightened up I understood: she was just preparing me for an easier entry. Surprising me, she locked her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear: grab my ass. As soon as I did she jumped in my arms and wrapped her legs around my ribs and waist. My cock, all wet with her saliva, was now pressing against her opened pussy. For a short time we simply hugged each other very tightly, my cock on her splayed pussy, her breasts mashed on my chest. Then, at the same time, she pulled herself a bit higher and I pulled my cock backwards. When we both felt it's head slip right between her lips, we took a sharp breath and paused. "Oh I'm sooo glad you came and helped me with that batch of pumpkin soup..." I laughed, caught completely by surprise. "What?" She was laughing with me now, but our bodies were still, how can I say, dancing with each other. "You remember that day?" "Of course Bianca, but why are we talking about..." "Shhh... Before we go any further, I want to tell you that it was a set-up." She paused, then pulled her head back from my neck to look at me with a shy smile. It was obvious that I didn't understand. "I dressed extra sexy that day, just for you... I wanted you to notice me. And I guess you did. Can you forgive me for that... er, ambush?" I laughed out loud, looking straight into her eyes, and relaxed my arms. We both felt my glans parting her lips, starting to sheath itself inside Bianca's pussy. She closed her eyes and her hesitant smile grew like a spring sunrise. As she slipped lower and lower, slowly inching her way down, she intertwined her fingers around my neck. I could see her grinning as she pulled her head backwards, arching her upper body until her hair hung like a waterfall, her breasts surged upwards and my cock barely grazed the limit of her depths. Her arms reaching to my neck, my own holding her as and her legs wrapped around my waist: we were in perfect equilibrium. Then Bianca pulled back up slowly, and I felt a thrill go down my spine when I saw her eyes. Gone was the shyness from her confession: the growing sunrise had now turned into a full-fledged summer blaze. It was clear, even in her precarious position, that she was taking control. Her breasts slammed into my chest when she straightened, and her eyes never wavered. A short whisper: "You're gonna get fucked like never before." And despite the surge of desire that flowed in response to her words, for this first time at least, Bianca was clearly the one fucking me. Even standing up and holding her, I realized when she started moving that she was the one in control. Never before in my life had I felt something like this: it felt like her entire body was fucking me. From her calves to her thighs and hips; her pussy, mound and belly; her breasts; her arms and hands; and of course her head with its tongue, lips and hair... I was being overloaded with sensations. When a normal girl would have been submissive in this position, dependant on my arms and my thrusts, Bianca exploded all around me. I was being enveloped in a storm of pleasure. Hooking her left knee as high as her thigh could stretch, she let her right leg slide down. She was caressing my lower back, then ass, then thigh with her own: silky smoothness flowing over me as sweat was already starting to appear. While she was getting back up she broke the kiss and once again I saw the fire in her eyes. "Walk to the doorway." She asked. When I looked at her, hesitant, she squeezed both her legs around me: "Walk to the door of the room, you won't regret it." So I did, the overwhelming sensations of Bianca's passion fighting my sense of balance. As soon as we got close to the door, she reached back and took hold of her chin-up bar with her right hand. Grinning, she let go of my neck and reached for the bar with her other hand. Spreading my legs to keep my balance again, I was amazed by the sight of her body, from her legs to her belly and her wonderful breasts. Never in my life had I fucked, or rather been fucked, like that. "Let go of my ass Matt... and hang on." As soon as I did she began flexing her entire body away from me and back, her arms and legs pushing and pulling. I was being fucked by a girl who was not even touching the ground! She was a vision of pure lust: writhing against me, her breasts still firm while being thrown left and right, her long hair whipping below her. I couldn't quite believe what was happening. I felt my balls starting to boil, and I guess the only thing that preventing me from exploding right there was that Bianca kept surprising me, kept me poised between astonishment and too much pleasure. Seeing her breasts dance like dervishes, I grabbed them both for the first time. Seconds later I felt my pleasure cresting over the usual plateau and I knew I was going to cum soon. When I told Bianca she laughed and told me to grab her ass again. I did, expecting her to slow down and get down. But once more to my astonishment she raised her legs, one after the other, until her calves were on my shoulders. At once the angle of penetration changed and became just insanely smooth and deep. "Cum inside me Matt.. Let yourself go as hard as you want." "But I don't want this to end so fast..." "Who said anything about stopping? I'm gonna get you hard again, don't even doubt it!" Unable to think or care about anything else I shifted my hands from her ass to her waist and began fucking her as hard as she had asked for, pulling her against me with each thrust. I could feel my entire length sliding inside her, could clearly feel Bianca clenching her pussy, could feel her smooth ass and thighs slapping against my belly... I came like a madman, shouting out as I felt my sperm flow out and overfill her tightly filled pussy. My entire body contracted and spasmed from the pleasure, fast and intense. When I managed to open my eyes, I saw that Bianca was on the verge of a climax of her own, but that our position prevented from getting it. I moved forward, allowing her to slip her legs back down around my waist, and her arms back to my neck. For the next few minutes I simply held her close, keeping my balance and arching my hips forward so that she could grind her clit on my mound. Jennifer had once let slip that Bianca found nearly all of her orgasms through her clit. The least I could do, while trying to catch my breath, was to give her time to reach it. Watching and feeling her get ravaged by her orgasm was something I'll never forget. I could feel it rippling all over her as she hung on to me as if for dear life! Her body, which was already quite hot and sweaty, became noticeably hotter until her climax pushed a deep groan out through her lips. I held her this way for a couple more minutes, when she started laughing gently. While kissing my ear, she whispered a thank you in my ear. I replied in kind, tickling her lobe until she pulled away, giggling like a schoolgirl. But a schoolgirl she wasn't. Pulling her head back to look at me, she grinned naughtily again: "It's not over yet, mister." I looked at her, baffled. But she simply replied again: "There's no way I'm gonna let this stop here... And don't worry, I'm gonna get you hard again!" My cock twitched inside her when she said that, always a good sign. As I was about to let her down on the floor, she stopped me. "Bring me to the bathroom, I don't want to get down yet." And so we went to the bathroom and I held her a couple more minutes. She then ordered me back to her room holding a very hot, wet cloth in her hand. By then my cock had shriveled quite a bit and I had to hold her very steady as my sweaty palms on her sweaty ass were beginning to slip. But we made it to the bed and she slowly pulled her pussy away from my cock. While I was pushing the pillows on the floor, making room for whatever magic she had in mind, she startled me by wrapping the hot cloth around my balls and cock. She grinned but didn't say a word: she just took her sweet time washing me. By the time she stopped, the cloth now definitely cooler, I was already feeling a new wave of desire pulsing inside me. When Bianca bent over my cock and took it in her mouth, a spasm told me that those waves were quickly becoming stronger. Alas, I am "not" a teenager anymore, and despite her best efforts, I knew that her mouth would not be enough to bring me back to full hardness so quickly. Then again, Bianca had something else in mind. It became quite clear that she was not planning on simply sucking my cock: rather she was lubricating it, although I must say her enthusiasm fooled me. When I felt her breasts sliding upwards on my thighs, her lips making a popping sound as they left my cock, I barely had time to react. Before I knew it her breasts were sliding over my scarcely hard cock. This time the spasm that shook me was way stronger than it had any right to be, so fast after a climax. Bianca moved her breasts all over my cock and balls, her sweat and saliva making everything gloriously slippery. My breathing quickened; short quick and surprised breaths at first, then deep "I-need-oxygen" ones followed. Bianca knew, how could she not, that her breasts were the most wonderful jewels on her body. And she was giving me the most intimate, most intense massage she possibly could with the. Looking up at me, Bianca grinned again, a lot more naughtily, and whispered: "Use your hands, you ding-dong!" I laughed quickly, very nervously, trying to breath fast enough and failing. As I squeezed her breasts together, more than enough of a delight on its own, and felt my cock being wrapped in the softness and warmth of her breasts... My body arched upwards and blood was finally allowed to rush to my cock. I felt it growing in throbs the inches that had found Bianca's depth earlier now proudly rising again. I really don't know how long we stayed that way. My mind felt hazed, lost in a whirlwind of lust and unalloyed pleasure. My consciousness shifted focused from my head to my cock and reveled in the glory of her breasts, then her mouth, then back to her breasts, her mouth, breasts, mouth, breasts... I was, for lack of a better word, in a trance. When my second climax in less than an hour, something I had only experienced a few precious times in my life, it took me by surprise. Bianca was waiting for it: never taking her eyes away from mine she clamped her mouth around my cock and kept sucking and swallowing until I was completely drained. I had to force her away from my shaft, unable to endure the way too intense sensations. Act of will, that; pulling her away from my cock. She was laughing gently when she moved up and laid her body over mine. Her pussy over my cock, her legs opened around mine, her breasts on my chest: Bianca never seem to miss an opportunity. She had propped herself up on her elbows and was looking down on me, grinning, satisfied. Or so I thought. But for now, as I was catching my breath, I couldn't help but see so many of Frank's things in the room. Bianca noticed it: she couldn't help but, being so close. "Don't worry Matt." "Well, couldn't he come back any minute?" "No. We're officially on a break. Not the first time either. Hmmm, it will be the last though." "What?" "I don't really want to talk about it now... " She grinned. "You must know that there's a cock very close to a pussy right between us." My eyes widened in surprise and I laughed. "What?" I repeated while she pushed her pussy against me, grinding her clit a few times. "What?" I asked for a third time, playing along... "Matt..." She sighed, and then laughed. "I called him earlier and told him I needed a break. Third time this year. He won't come back. Not yet anyway. And unless I've misread you really badly, there's no way in heaven or hell that I'm gonna let him back into my life." There was a long silence, as we looked at each other, very nearly "seeing" our lust turning into something else. She leaned down and kissed me very gently. Then again, her lips on mine just as soft. A new kind of kiss. But then, my cock twitched. Bianca stopped kissing me, grinned, then laughed. "Woohoo! " she cried while rising up and sitting on my cock. Squeezing her breasts between he arms for emphasis, she said: "Listen mister... I don't know what you're used to, but around here, I'm giving the orders." Her grin couldn't have been more mischievous. "I promise you one thing: before the hour is up you're going to make me cum again." She then stood up and seconds later I heard the shower running. I "knew" that it was impossible for me to get a third erection so fast, but somehow, I didn't have any real doubts... Grinning myself now, I took a deep breath and got up. -------------------- Thanks for reading my story: I have a lot more on this site. Oh: feel free to comment; as most other authors, I love to get some feedback!