1 comments/ 58687 views/ 6 favorites Lex By: No Panty Girl Stephanie knew it would visit her again tonight. When she was in bed alone, the lights all out, the demon would ravish her young body again. Ever since her fiancé Earl had introduced her to marijuana the Incubus had shared her bed nightly invading her with his thick red penis. She knew the monster was determined to impregnate her with its evil seed. The twenty-year-old blonde was helpless to prevent her ongoing rape. No one would believe her wild tale of some mythical creature molesting her. She would just have to keep accepting his sperm until his mission was accomplished. Stephanie knew she was the only one who could see or feel her nightly visitor. He had chosen that only she would be privy to his visits but to her he was very real. In the darkness of her bedroom she had distinguished his wolf-like appearance, his sour odor and sinister touch. She had felt his canine-like root impale her womb and spray his seed into her unspoiled garden. She was coupling with the devil and she could tell no one. Stephanie visited the library and searched the shelves for information on Lycanthropy, Shapeshifters and Succubi. Entities who are described in the scriptures of so many world religions as angels, both the messengers of God and the fallen armies of Lucifer. After hours of monotonous reading Stephanie came across an obscure volume that offered a defense against the Incubus's attack. Stephanie only hoped there was time to avoid her pregnancy. The prescribed remedy was radical. Stephanie only hope was it was effective. She was going to have to actively take part in sex with the demon. Stephanie hurried home to prepare for the Incubus's nightly visitation. She soaked herself in a warm bubble bath going over in her mind what she had to do. It was disgusting but her only hope. Sitting before her dressing table mirror she carefully brushed her long blonde hair one hundred strokes and finished my spraying sprits of Jon Patou's "Joy" between her perfectly shaped breasts. She was ready to give herself to her lover. Stephanie slipped naked beneath the cover on her bed and waited. In the silence of the night its panting breath announced its arrival. Stephanie's body tensed as she awaited contact. The cover was pulled back revealing her waiting naked body. She felt the beast's snout nuzzle in her pubic hair. Knowing he wanted to feast on her essence she opened her legs. His long tongue was like a raspy file as it crossed her sensitive clitoris. Under different circumstances it would have been a pleasant sensation. Instinctively she opened wider allowing him free access to her inner sensitivity. A small moan escaped Stephanie's lips. She knew what she had to do. As vile as it was she had to take the monster in her mouth. Her hand went down to reach for his penis. He was unlike any human penis, more canine like. In her hand she estimated he was at least twelve inches long and proportionately as large around. The pulled the demon's loins up to her face and opened her mouth. Lex was confused. In over three thousand years no earthly woman had taken his in her mouth. Now this maiden was inviting him to enter her head. Stephanie took the cock into her mouth and it was grotesque. It had a musty and evil taste of death. She fought off her gag reflex and closed her lips around the zombie-like limb. Her tongue felt as if it were licking the bone of a long dead skeleton. Undaunted she began to suck the ghastly thing. Lex groaned as his cock twitched in this lovely young maiden's mouth. Having his cock sucked was a new experience for him. He had never ejaculated his evil seed in a woman's mouth before. Stephanie read that by ingesting the demon's seed it would act as an antidote to any that found its way into her womb. By drinking his cum she may not become pregnant. Each time Stephanie yanked and sucked she knew she was getting closer to having her mouth flooded with the devil's spawn. As much as it revolted her her tongue danced over the horrid cock filling her mouth. She knew the more she tantalized him the sooner he would give her what she needed. The taste of his precum was unmistakable. Like the seepage from a rotting pile of dead bodies it assaulted her taste buds. She was unsure if she would be able to stomach the creature's despicable matter. From the way the cock twitched in her mouth she knew the moment of truth was near. Resolved to complete her task she attacked the cock with renewed enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled around the rotten stump as her cheeks sunk in forming a perfect vacuum chamber for his throbbing member. Stephanie felt his gnarly claws grasp the back of her head and she knew he was about flush his testicle into her throat. She was able to gasp one last breath before the deluge of monster sperm began to fill her mouth. It was more putrid than she had imagined. The lumpy substance had the consistency of gruel and clung to every surface it touched. The slime coated her tongue, teeth and gums. Desperately she tried to swallow, as she knew she must. The guck would not go down her throat. Stephanie drove her head forward forcing Lex's cock further into her throat. She almost gagged and threw up the entire mess but suddenly she gulped allowing the ball of snot to slide down into her belly. She had done it! Stephanie had successfully ingested the devil' spawn. He could now fuck her with impunity; his seed would not flourish in her garden. Stephanie opened he legs and fucked her demon with passion knowing he would no longer return to her bed. The cock that had just filled her mouth was now delivering an unholy orgasm such as few earthlings had experienced. It was a lewd dance of debauchery as the young girl's body accepted Lex's sperm one more time. "Oh yes, yes!" she moaned as her world went black. L'Exhibitionniste Dans la série: Souvenirs d’un poseur de tapis L’exhibitionniste. Ce matin, je sonne à la porte d’une maison de banlieue. Une jolie femme âgée d’environ trente ans vient me répondre. Et, nous restons très surpris tous les deux, car, nous nous reconnaissons pour nous être déjà entrevue il y a environ un mois, sur une piste de danse lorsque nous dansions chacun avec notre conjoint. Aussitôt, la femme a un sourire très accueillant. Cette belle grande femme est justement mon genre. De type méditerranéenne à la longue chevelure noire et elle a des traits d’une personne dynamique. C’est avec un sourire chaleureux que la femme m’invite à enter. Le souvenir de cette soirée doit lui revenir en tête, elle aussi, car, elle me fait un sourire très sensuel en se passant la langue sur les lèvres. Ce soir-là, pendant que nous dansions chacun avec notre conjoint sur cette piste de danse trop petite pour tous les couples qui s’y tenaient, nos deux couples dansaient côte à côte. Elle et moi, nous-nous étions regardés dans le creux des yeux tout au long d’un slow langoureux, sans que notre conjoint respectif ne se doute de rien. Et, à nouveau ce matin, sans même nous dire un mot, le même courant passe entre nous deux. Nous demeurons quelques secondes à nous regarder franchement dans les yeux. Avant même que la femme ne rompre le silence, je sais que nous sommes sur la même longueur d’onde. C’est avec un sourire chaleureux que la femme m’invite à entrer et elle m’indique où j’aurais à faire les travaux. Son téléphone sonne et la femme va répondre en se déhanchant effrontément, tandis que moi, je n’ai pas encore eu le temps de placer un seul mot. Je ne la lâche pas des yeux et je suis certain qu’elle fait exprès pour se faire aller le derrière d’une façon très provocante en sachant que je la dévore des yeux. Elle se doute que je suis déjà tout excité en sachant qu’elle est nue sous sa robe de chambre. Depuis notre première rencontre, j’avais essayé de me renseigner sur son compte. Mais, aucun de mes copains n’avait pu me renseigner sur cette femme de classe, à l’allure très distinguée. Ce matin, avant de partir du bureau, le gérant de l’entreprise pour laquelle je travaille, m’avait dit que aujourd’hui, je travaillerais pour un couple de professionnel nouvellement arrivé en région. Le mari médecin et la femme une psychologue, ou, quelque chose comme ça. La femme se dandine du bas du dos et du derrière et lorsqu’elle se retourne vers moi, elle se lèche un doigt pendant qu’elle continue de parler au téléphone. Elle me dévisage sans pudeur et elle semble ne peu se soucier de son interlocuteur pendant qu’elle s’étire lentement une jambe et qu’elle suit mon regard qui est attiré par la chair invitante de sa cuisse. Comme je sais qu'il y aura trois pièces de la maison, où, j'aurais à faire des travaux, je me mets tout de suite à l’ouvrage. Au bout d’environ une heure, en me relevant la tête, la femme se tient devant moi. Elle m’invite à passer à la cuisine pour prendre le café avec elle. Elle m’indique une chaise et elle, elle s’assoit en face de moi, à califourchon sur un tabouret. Et, comme elle est encore en robe de chambre, et que celle-ci est légèrement ouverte, aussitôt mon regard est attiré à la hauteur de sa poitrine où j’entrevois le profond vallon séparant ses seins volumineux. La jeune femme suit le mouvement de mes yeux, elle sourit lorsqu’elle voit les mamelons qui commencent à se pointer au travers du tissus. Elle me regarde dans les yeux pendant que moi, j’ai les yeux braqués sur les deux pointes des mamelons qui ressortent de plus en plus. Et, les yeux de la femme suivent mon regard qui descends à la hauteur de ses cuisses. Provocante, elle me fait une moue de femme-enfant et elle regarde vers sa main gauche qui se pause sur le haut d’une cuisse, la robe de chambre s’entrouvre encore plus, me dévoilant la belle chair invitante de ses longues jambes. Excuses-moi, pour la soirée où nous nous sommes vu pour la première fois, qu’elle me dit : Ce soir-là, à la fin de la soirée, j’étais pas mal chaude. Je n’en doute pas, tu es une vrai femme que je lui dis en promenant une autre fois mon regard insistant à la hauteur de ses seins et de ses cuisses pendant qu’elle suit tous les mouvements de mes yeux. Tu te trompes sur moi, je ne voulais pas dire chaude, mais saoule. Sourire aux lèvres, je lui dis en lui faisant un clin d’oeil: Moi, j’aime bien le mot chaude. Moi, à toutes les fois que je pensais à toi depuis cette soirée, je t’imaginais femme chaude et sensuelle. Une vraie femme, qui aime s’étirée langoureusement comme une chatte. Et, j’ai même essayé de me renseigner sur toi, mais, aucune de mes connaissances ne savait qui tu étais. J’espérais bien pouvoir te rencontrer à nouveau, que je lui dis en lui faisant un autre clin d’oeil. La jeune femme semble flattée et elle me sourit. Je rajoute: Puis, je crois sincèrement que tu n’es pas seulement une vraie femme chaude, toi, ma belle, tu es un peu, et même beaucoup exhibitionniste. Il y as-tu du mal à cela, qu’elle me dit en jouant à ouvrir et refermer ses cuisses. J’espère que tu n’es pas pogné comme mon chum qu’elle me dit pendant que je commence à entrevoir sa petite culotte. Voyant mon regard à cette hauteur, la femme en profite pour s’asseoir à califourchon sur le tabouret. Je prends un profond respire en gardant mes yeux fixés à la hauteur de sa petite culotte, où, je commence à discerner les formes de sa fente. Non, et, je serais certainement le dernier à m’en plaindre, car, je suis et j’ai toujours été un peu voyeur et ce matin, je suis gâté! Puis, je ne vais certainement pas me retourner, si, j’ai devant moi, une belle femme qui se sent bien dans sa peau. Tu en as pour combien de temps pour faire ces trois pièces. Pour toute la journée et peut être une partie de la soirée. C’est ce que je croyais. Comme mon mari est pris à l’urgence de l’hôpital pour toute la journée, et même toute la nuit, si ça se passe comme les dernières fois, je vais avertir mon bureau que je prends la journée pour superviser les travaux qu’elle rajoute en me jetant un regard très sensuel. Comme nous avions fini notre café, je me dirige vers le salon pour reprendre les travaux. J’aperçois la femme qui se caresse les seins par dessus sa robe de chambre. Je serais dans la salle de bain et si tu as besoin moi, n’hésites pas à venir me chercher, tu ne vas pas me déranger du tout qu’elle me dit en me faisant un clin d ’œil et en me regardant d’un air espiègle. Ça doit faire une quinzaine de minutes que je suis concentré dans mon ouvrage lorsque j’entends la femme me dire : Est-ce toi qui m’a appelé? En relevant la tête vers elle, je l’aperçois qui se tient dans l’entrée de la cuisine. J’en reste estomaqué. La jeune femme se tient-là devant moi, flambant nue. L’eau du bain coule sur le plancher de la cuisine tout autour d’elle, car, elle ne s’est pas essuyé du tout. Surpris, j’en oublie mon ouvrage pour profiter du spectacle. Puis, ça te déranges-tu, si je reste nue pour voguer à mes occupations, qu’elle me dit. Non, mais j’espère que tu ne vas pas venir mouiller le tapis du salon. Et, ne sois pas choqué si tu vois un gars en érection. À la condition bonhomme, que tu enlèves ton caleçon pour être plus libre dans tes jeans. Tu y vas direct, ma belle. Je dois t’avertir que moi, lorsque je suis chez une cliente, je lui laisse faire tous les premiers pas. Je ne veux pas d’équivoque, tu sais ce que je veux dire? Pour toute réponse, la femme se lèche les lèvres en me regardant dans les yeux et elle me pointe d’un doigt pour me faire signe d’avancer jusqu’à elle. Elle se déhanche effrontément le temps que je prends pour me rendre à ses côtés. Ses mains impatientes descendent à la hauteur de ma ceinture qu’elles détachent. Elles s’activent à faire descendre le zipper et une main se glisse aussitôt à l’intérieur de mon caleçon. Cette main sort mon membre qui commence à être en érection et la femme le gobe en entier dans la bouche. Elle me mordille sévèrement le gland, je pousse un cri et je la vois qui rit pendant qu’elle commence à me sucer à toute vitesse. Son autre main frotte mes fesses, un doigt viril agace mon anus au travers de mes jeans. Tu sens la sueur qu’elle me dit. Je travaillais, moi ma belle pendant que toi, tu te frottais la nounne dans la salle de bain. Je ne faisais pas que me frotter la nounne, je me masturbais comme une salope pendant que je t’attendais, toi le macho qui m’a laissé attendre tout ce temps. Salaud, tu m’as laissé me satisfaire avec mes doigts, une chance que j’avais mon vibro qu’elle me dit en me mordillant dans le cou. Me laisses-tu le temps de prendre une douche? Ce ne sera pas nécessaire. Ça fait des années que j’attends pour rencontrer un vrai homme. Un homme de métier comme toi. Si tu savais comme ça va me changer des jeunes étudiants qui sentaient tous la lotion après barbe et l’eau de cologne. Ils étaient très nerveux et très impatients de toujours bien faire avec une jeune fille de bonne famille, comme moi. J’en ai soupé de tous ces hommes bien du milieu huppé qui mettent tous des gants blancs avant de m’approcher. Aujourd’hui, si mon copain me voyait, il arrêterait de me prendre pour une madone parce qu’aujourd’hui, j’ai envie de faire la salope. Je lui donne un baiser à pleine bouche, elle répond en enfonçant sa langue au creux de ma bouche et la femme se frotte la poitrine contre la mienne. Je lui empoigne les fesses à pleines mains et la presse cette chatte en chaleur contre mon membre de plus en plus en érection. Ton copain devrait savoir qu’il a toute une plotte entre les mains que je lui murmure à l’oreille. Elle me donne un bon coup de genou dans les parties lorsque je lui dis ça. Elle me repousse au bout de ses bras et en me retenant des deux mains par le collet de ma chemise, elle me dit en me regardant dans les yeux. Mon cher monsieur, tu n’es-là que parce que j’ai besoin d’élargir mes expériences pour mon métier qui est de connaître la réaction de gens. Profites-en, car moi, aujourd’hui, je commence à en ajouter à mon CV. Pendant qu'elle me dit ça, elle descends mes jeans de ses deux mains et elle fait glisser mon caleçon en haut de mes cuisses. Elle se rassoit sur la table de la cuisine et elle me tire à elle. Mon sexe plonge entre ses cuisses et l’enfourche d’une seule poussée. La tigresse me chevauche comme si elle serait grimper sur un cheval sauvage pendant que je lui passe une main sur les seins, mon autre main lui soulève une cuisse pour qu’elle soit appuyé sur mon épaule. Nous-nous regardons dans les yeux tous le temps de nos ébats très bruyant et très viril. La jeune femme se mordille un doigt avant de se mettre à se tortiller la tête de gauche à droite. Elle crie à tu-tête : C’est bon. Fourres-moi comme une salope. Dis, tu les aimes mes seins. J’en profite pour lui mordiller un mamelon et lui dis : Tu as des maudits beaux gros seins. Si tu savais comme j’aimes ça une belle poupoune comme toi, avec des très gros seins et avec un beau cul comme le tien. Juste t’entrevoir, ça me fait bander. Je veux sentir toute ta virilité. Ce matin, je suis juste une plotte comme tu dis. Prends-moi comme la salope que je suis et qui en redemande encore. J’aime ça quand tu me pistonnes fort comme tu fais là, en me tripotant les seins. Mes mains empoignent les deux seins, je les serre un contre l’autre et ma bouche aspire les mamelons en les suçant à grande vitesse à tour de rôle pendant et que mes lèvres lorsqu’elle changent d’un sein à l’autre font tout un bruit de suction. Tu as des gros seins. J’en ai plein les mains, et, j’aime ça en grand. C’est quoi tes mensurations? Du 36, 24, 37. Puis, c’est du 36C. Lors de ma première paye, j’en ai profitée pour me faire installer des implants. De passer de 36A à 36C, ça fait toute une différence. Puis, maintenant, les mâles se tordent le cou quand je passe près d’eux. Puis, ils en sifflent aussi pour mon petit cul, car, je sais comment m’en servir pour les aguicher et les faire bander, les pauvres chéris. Je lui mets un doigt sur les lèvres pour la faire taire cette belle garce. As-tu oublié les préservatifs que je lui dis? Ma belle, il serait plus que temps, si tu veux prévenir les dégâts, car, moi à ce rythme-là, je suis à la veille d’éjaculer. Aimes-tu mieux que je me retire? Assumes bonhomme qu’elle me dit. Puis, si je n’aurais pas voulu te recevoir, ça ferait déjà un bout que je t’aurais masturbé. J’ai passé l’âge d’être juste une agace. Et, je suis entraîné à un rythme d’enfer par la garce qui se fait aller la croupe dans tous les sens pour que je la pénètre encore plus profondément. Une dizaine de secondes plus tard, je viens en elle. C’est si bon qu’elle me dit. Vides-toi, tout en moi. Et, la tigresse m’agrippe et me pince les fesses et de son autre main, elle me graffigne le dos. Et, sans avertissement, la garce m’enfonce un doigt dans l’anus et ce doigt me brusque sans ménagement. Je n’ai jamais été si excité et je décharge en elle tout le temps qu’elle me fouille l’anus de son doigt si dérangeant. Je me repose quelques secondes pendant que la jeune femme encore toute haletante me repousse un peu et elle me mordille les mamelons avant de les lécher à grand mouvement de la langue. Elle me repousse en bas de la table et me dit d’aller continuer mes travaux. Lorsque je viens pour partir, la garce me retient par les cheveux et elle me dit : Pendant que tu vas travailler, je vais nous préparer un repas parce que tu vas avoir besoin encore de ton énergie. Bonhomme, si tu penses que j’en ai fini avec toi, tu te trompes, car, la journée ne fait que commencer. En agissant toujours brusquement, la garce me tire vers elle et elle m’enfouie la tête entre ses cuisses. Je replonge ma langue dans sa chatte et la lèche à grand coups de langue pendant qu’elle en miaule tout un coup. En as-tu des tonnes de femme qui se donne à toi, comme moi, ce matin qu’elle me dit. Tu es pas mal indiscrète, mais comme c’est ton métier de connaître tout sur les gens, je vais te dire qu’en plus de vingt de métier, ça m’est déjà arrivé plus d’une fois. Toi, ma belle, aussitôt que j’ai vu ton regard enflammé ce matin, une intuition me disait qu’il était pour se passer de l’action entre nous deux. Je m’en doutais, bonhomme. Et, c’est pourquoi, tu sifflais tout le temps. Tu es bien comme tous les mâles qui savent qu’ils vont avoir leur nénanne. Les hommes, quand il y a du sexe en vue, ils sont tous joyeux. Vous êtes tous, une maudite gang de macho? Toi, ma belle, je ne pensais qu’à te sauter depuis le premier moment que je t’ai vu à la salle de danse dans cette petite robe sexée dans laquelle tu faisais exprès pour faire bander tous les mâles. Dis, tu l’aimais ma petite robe. Si je te disais ma belle que je rêve à toutes les nuits depuis cette fameuse soirée de te l’enlever cette petite robe sur ton beau corps de rêve. Cette robe t’allait et te moulait comme une seconde peau. Puis, si s’aurait été que de moi, tu aurais été complètement nue sous cette robe. Ainsi, tu aurais mis tous les mâles KO. C’est bien ce que je projetais de faire, mais, mon copain n’a jamais voulu que je sorte nue sous ma robe. Tu aurais fait tout un malheur. Cette nuit-là, il y aurait eu encore plus de mâles de pogner avec des serrements de gosses. Continues à travailler, je te promets des surprises toute au long de la journée. Une demi heure plus tard, en me relevant la tête de mon ouvrage, je la vois qui se tient à quelques pieds de moi, justement dans la fameuse petite robe rouge sang. Et, cette fois, la jeune femme est nue sous la robe, mais, elle a pris le temps de mettre des bas de nylon blanc qui lui viennent à mi-cuisse et du haut de ses souliers aiguilles, elle est croccable et sexée à mort. Telle une jeune ingénue, elle me regarde espiègle, en se suçant un doigt pendant que son autre main retient sa sacoche. La jeune femme porte des gants de nylon qui lui viennent jusqu’aux coudes. Elle se trémousse de gauche à droite du haut de ses longues échasses en bougeant tout le corps et en se déhanchant comme une belle agace. La femme a aussi changé sa coiffure et avec une tresse chaque côté de la tête, elle me fait pensée à Fifi brin d’acier. Je la laisse se trémousser encore quelques instants, le profond décolleté de la robe dévoile ses seins volumineux qui sautillent sous les déhanchements, avant de lui faire signe de tourner sur elle-même. La belle enfant se mord le doigt avant de s’exécuter. Lorsqu’elle est dos à moi, la belle garce se bouge les fesses comme une belle salope. Elle se tient du bout des orteils ce qui fait que la robe cherche à remonter et que moi, j’ai encore une plus belle vue sur le gras de ses fesses et ses longues cuisses bien galbées. La garce est de plus en plus bandante. Elle se penche lentement me dévoilant ses belles fesses nues. J’aperçois sa main qui fouille sa chatte pendant qu’elle ouvre ses lèvres roses déjà bien en érection. Penchée ainsi, je vois quelques poils humides qui recouvrent une partie de sa chatte de belle plotte en chaleur. Je m’approche un peu plus près d’elle et je place mes mains sur ses hanches. Je l’attire contre moi pour qu’elle puisse ressentir mon érection pendant qu’elle appuie ses seins contre ma poitrine et que je me frotte le membre contre son ventre et sa chatte. Je glisse mes mains en direction de ses fesses en retroussant la robe et du même mouvement, je lui pogne les fesses à pleine main. Nous-nous donnons un baiser langoureux. Nos deux langues se fouillent et s’explorent l’une l’autre comme des affamés. Je la soulève ma belle tigresse et la couche sur le tapis du salon. Elle me demande de lui enlever sa robe pendant que je suis penché au-dessus de son corps. Je la surprend lorsque je me recule un peu et lui dis: Je sais que tu veux que je te prenne, mais, je veux d’abord que tu me fasse tout un show. Si tu le veux reste ainsi, couchée sur le tapis du salon. Puis, dans ton show, tu dois toujours garder ta robe. Je lui envoie un baiser du bout des doigts et lui dis : Tu es bandante et habillée ainsi tu es sautable. La garce me fait un clin d’œil. Caresses tes seins et fouilles ta chatte déjà toute mouillée avant que je ne te la manger ta belle chatte de belle plotte en chaleur. Envoies, fais-moi un malheur. La jeune femme ferment ses yeux et elle se lèche les lèvres en soupirant pendant que ses mains caressent ses seins. Ses mains me cachent les mamelons et leurs large auréoles pendant qu’elles les pincent et que je regarde son visage épanouie de femme en chaleur. La jeune femme a toujours les yeux fermés et elle se concentre à caresser avec un seul doigt ses mamelons qui durcissent encore plus. La femme est de plus en plus bandante. Lorsqu’elle ouvre à nouveau les yeux, la femme a un premier regard attendrie vers ses seins avant de venir porter son regard sur mon érection. La garce me sourit en retournant son regard vers mon membre qui remplit mes jeans à m’en faire mal. La femme me surprend lorsqu’elle roule sur elle-même. Je suis comme hypnotisé à la vue de ses fesses rebondies qui elles me narguent sans aucune pudeur. La jeune femme siffle en voyant mon regard attendrie. La garce me surprend lorsqu’elle sort un vibromasseur de sa sacoche et elle se l’enfourche dans la chatte et elle se fait jouir pendant que je ne manque rien du spectacle. La garce me fait de plus en plus bander quand elle ouvre les cuisses et qu’elle se frotte la chatte sur les poils du tapis en ondulant très féline des hanches et des fesses tout le temps qu’elle prend son pied. Elle me dit que son vibro la fait jouir comme si sa chatte était caressée par un pénis et une langue en même temps. Lexi, aka Alexa Lexi was ten years old when I married her mother Marilyn. I'd been coaching Lexi's girls' soccer team for two years. Frank Drake, one of the partners at the engineering firm where I worked, maneuvered me into coaching. Frank took me out to lunch one day and told me his daughter had just joined a team in the local girls' league. "The only thing is," Frank said as we ate, "it's a new team, and they could really use a coach, especially someone with competitive experience." I went through college on a soccer scholarship at the University of North Carolina; my competitive career ended when I tore an ACL during my senior season. After skillfully luring me into the trap, Frank closed it mercilessly. "You've done a lot of good work since you've been with us, David," he said with a big smile. "We don't just decide partnerships based on your work product, though. There's the amount of business you're able to cultivate, of course, and we want men and women who are truly committed to the community, people we know are with us for the long haul. You understand what I mean, don't you, David?" I didn't need to have an anvil dropped on my head to get his point. Lexi was a standout from day one. She was a head taller than the rest of the girls on the team and she flew around the field, her fiery red pigtails streaming behind her. Beyond her natural ability, she never had to have any instruction explained more than once. I even noticed her demonstrating the moves I'd just shown to the other girls playing her position. Some days, she convinced me to stay after practice and show her moves I hadn't shown the other girls. She was an excellent learner, soaking up everything I taught her like a sponge. Each time we worked together after practice, I'd see Lexi's mother, Marilyn Miller, waiting patiently by her silver station wagon, usually talking on or poring over her cell phone. One day, after we finished working out, I walked Lexi over to the car and introduced myself. Marilyn was a very attractive woman, in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length auburn hair and beautiful green eyes. Marilyn and I began having friendly conversations after every practice. As our first season was drawing to a close, I walked Lexi over to her mother's car after practice one evening. "My mom wants to have dinner with you," she said, out of nowhere. "Pardon me?" I said. "We talk about you, sometimes," Lexi continued as if I hadn't spoken. "She likes you. She thinks you're cute. I do too. Don't you think my mom's cute?" "She's very cute, I mean attractive," I said, disconcerted by the eight year old's directness. "Are you dating anybody?" she asked. "Well, no," I said. Truthfully, I'd focused so much on work since I started with my firm I hadn't looked very much at women. I'd hang out in bars with co-workers after work once in a while, but I never enjoyed the idea of picking someone up in a bar. I refused to consider dating a co-worker; my parents divorced when I was twelve after my father had affairs with two of his co-workers. Outside the office, I spent much of my time surrounded by eight to ten year old girls. I had been the subject of some mild flirtations from some of the team moms, both the single and married ones, but I never felt like pursuing the opportunities that presented themselves. Interestingly, Marilyn was never one of the flirtatious ones. Our relationship to that point was friendly, but she never hinted that she might be interested in anything more than a casual friendship. I'd heard from one of the other mothers that Marilyn was an up-and-coming real estate agent in town, so I figured that she, like I, spent a lot of her time working. After my conversation with Lexi, I approached Marilyn while Lexi stowed her gear in the back of the station wagon. "I think your daughter is trying to set us up," I said with a smile. Her cheeks actually flushed red. "She worships you a little," she said with the hint of a smile. "You walk on water, as far as she's concerned. I think she's been feeling the lack of a father figure more and more recently." "I'd noticed that I haven't seen her father out here, but I didn't feel like it was my place to ask you about it." "Jim passed away five years ago, when Lexi was three. He was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect when he was in high school. His heart failed while he was out running one morning. She only has the vaguest memories of him, along with the home videos we made as she grew up." "It's good she has those," I said, "even if they aren't a substitute for having her father there. What about you, Marilyn? Are you still feeling the loss of your husband?" "Of course," she said, looking past me toward the empty field. "I had to go build a career after Jim passed away. Between work and raising Lexi, I haven't had a lot of time to date. It would be nice having someone around to share things with." "Would you like to have dinner with me after the last game of the season?" I asked, smiling at her. "I'd like that very much," she said, smiling back. I glanced at the front passenger seat of the station wagon and saw Lexi giving me a big "thumbs up" and a wide grin. Marilyn and I dated for a year before I moved in with her and Lexi. Marilyn and I meshed so easily it felt as though we'd been friends for years. Though we dated a couple of months before we started having sex, we found ourselves very evenly matched there as well. Marilyn worked out three times a week, resulting in a lean, tight body with lots of endurance. I enjoyed Marilyn's aggressiveness in bed, while I knew enough about oral sex to make Marilyn a very happy woman. I'd never given much thought to being a father, certainly not to becoming an instant father to a preteen girl. With Lexi, though, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. We were instantly best pals. I could do no wrong in her eyes and she had me wrapped around her little finger. I tried being firm with her, but she pretty much knew that if there was something she really wanted, I would eventually give in to her. Marilyn and I expected a few heads to turn when we debuted as a couple, but we were surprised at how readily we were accepted. Marilyn practically cackled when she talked about how the other mothers in the league congratulated her on landing "the big one," and we both laughed when a few of the ladies wanted to know exactly how big a catch I was. My boss Frank came into my office a few weeks after I moved in with Marilyn and Lexi. He thanked me, telling me his daughter had a wonderful experience on the team; then he told me how happy he was that I'd so successfully "integrated" myself into the community and how favorably my being a "family man" would be looked upon when my partnership review happened, which he suspected wouldn't take very long. At the wedding, Marilyn and I danced our first dance to Etta James' "At Last," and the guests roared their approval as I dipped Marilyn and kissed her at the end of the song. Then Lexi stepped up and the guests collectively "oohed" and "aahed" as we danced to "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera. Lexi wore a beautiful pale blue gown and was very excited to have her hair professionally styled for the first time. Lexi insisted on rehearsing the dance with me over and over, though I knew her natural grace would make it easy. Her brow furrowed in concentration through the first half of the song. Finally, she relaxed and looked up at me. "Coach David," she said, addressing me the same way she had since the first day at practice, even after I moved in with her and her mother. "What is it, Lexi?" I asked. "Would it be OK with you if I called you Dad or Daddy from now on?" "I think that would be great," I said. "Would it be all right with you if I called you sweetheart, just once in a while?" Her mouth broke out in a smile that seemed to swallow her whole face and she hugged me tightly as the song drew to an end. Just like that, we were a family. I decided not to adopt Lexi; I wanted her to continue to carry a piece of her birth father. Legally, it had little meaning as Marilyn changed her will to name me as Lexi's guardian and I wrote a will leaving my estate to Marilyn and Lexi. The next eight years rolled by. I earned the partnership at my firm two years after the wedding. All my co-workers were delighted whenever Lexi showed up at the office. She showed a genuine interest in my work and asked practically everyone astute, curious questions about their jobs. She enchanted the partners by expressing an interest in a career in engineering; she even worked in the office every summer during high school. She talked excitedly with me about becoming an engineer and, though I considered it to be a passing phase, I couldn't help but be proud and excited whenever she asked me about a project of mine and pressed me for details about each job. Of course, just because we were happy didn't mean things were perfect. As her adolescence bloomed, Lexi's relationship with her mother seemed to slowly deteriorate. Marilyn's real estate business took off after our marriage. She became a local celebrity, appearing on local TV programs and on HGTV a few times. I couldn't drive around town without seeing her face plastered across bus benches all over. Her success unfortunately meant she was away from home a lot and Lexi didn't handle that very well. She complained a lot to me when I was driving her to and from school, games and practices and when Marilyn was at home, many of their conversations ended in shouting matches, punctuated by slamming doors. I did my best to remain neutral in these battles, but more often than not, I interceded with Marilyn on Lexi's behalf. For the most part, Marilyn shrugged off the tension between herself and Lexi, saying that her relationship with her own mother had followed a similar path and things would even out when Lexi reached adulthood. In the meanwhile, Lexi and I grew closer. I coached Lexi's soccer team until she entered high school, then I took on the role of her Number 1 fan. I traveled to most of the soccer team's away games, leading the cheers for Lexi and the other girls. I continued coaching my girls' team and Lexi became an unofficial assistant coach, sometimes helping to organize practices and teaching the girls many of the moves I'd taught her years before. The girls worshipped her, both for the success she'd achieved on the field and for the easygoing manner in which she worked with them. Marilyn's work schedule also meant that I became the parent Lexi came to with many of the typical problems suffered by adolescent girls. I talked her through her first period and she sometimes sought my opinion when it came to her fashion choices. Boys were obviously the area of my greatest expertise and my biggest concern, since I was intimately familiar with what most teenage boys were thinking when they were around girls. My heart lurched when Lexi turned eighteen and asked me about birth control. She assured me that she wasn't sexually active, but she wanted to feel safe if she chose to become active. Uncomfortable as I was with the idea of Lexi having sex, I was proud of her for being proactive and responsible and happy that she trusted me enough to come to me and talk about it. For her part, Marilyn seemed happy to delegate responsibility in all these areas to me. Of course, as Lexi grew up, there were noticeable changes in her physique. I watched as the lean, coltish young girl I met and grew to love matured into an extremely attractive young woman. Pictures of Marilyn at Lexi's age prepared me a little for the changes to come, but I was still taken aback by how beautiful she was growing up to be. By the time she turned eighteen, Lexi had grown to five feet eight inches, just four inches below me. The lanky body of her childhood developed womanly curves, with perky breasts a little larger than cantaloupes. Playing three sports a year meant her arms and legs remained wiry and strong and her butt was firm and tight. The fiery red hair of Lexi's youth softened to copper, a few shades brighter than her mother's. On her seventeenth birthday, Lexi asked me to take her to a local stylist, who lopped off most of the hair, leaving Lexi with an adorable pixie cut, spiky on top with soft wisps of hair around her ears. Lexi squealed with delight and gave me a bear hug when I gave her a thumbs-up. Lexi made it hard for me to ignore the changes happening to her body. After she turned eighteen, she began traipsing around the house in tight shorts that accentuated her firm butt, cropped t-shirts that showed off her flat belly and hugged her perky breasts or tank tops, which she often wore without a bra, giving me a generous look at what I came to learn the internet called "side boob." She thought nothing of sometimes coming into my home office wearing nothing but a bra and panties, at which point I drew the line, telling her to cover up. After the wedding we moved into a larger house, with extra bedrooms that Marilyn and I converted to home offices and an in-ground pool. The pool made Lexi a popular girl; we hosted several well attended parties each year, and her best friends Jennifer and Ava were regulars at the house. Jennifer and Ava were both on Lexi's soccer team when I stated coaching; Ava, in fact, was my partner Frank's daughter, the reason I started coaching in the first place, while Jennifer's father Bob Carpenter was my doctor and frequent golfing partner. When the pool was open they'd spend much of their time relaxing and baking their skin in bikinis that usually left little to the imagination. Sometimes, Lexi would catch me staring at her or one of her friends and stick her tongue out at me. "Don't be such a big perv, Daddy," she said one day, after her friends left. "I thought I was paying you a compliment by admiring you," I said innocently. "Well, if you put it that way," she said with a laugh, then hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. We'd always been affectionate with each other, hugging and kissing each other on the cheek all the time. She regularly cuddled with me on the couch on movie nights that Marilyn wasn't available to make. After she turned eighteen, Lexi began slightly stepping up those physical displays of affection, usually when her mother wasn't around. When we hugged, she'd hold on a little longer and I could feel her pressing her body into me. When I was cooking, she'd come into the kitchen and brush against me while reaching for a glass or going to the refrigerator. On movie nights, she'd cuddle very close to me, sometimes ending the movie with her head on my shoulder or, once or twice, laying on my lap. When I dropped her off at school or at practice on the weekends, we'd always parted with a kiss on the cheek. After her junior year of high school started, Lexi would surprise me once in a while with a quick peck on the lips before hopping out of the car. I wasn't being naïve or oblivious. I understood that Lexi was maturing and that she might have started fixing on me as something other than a father figure. What surprised me was my reaction. I enjoyed the interest she was showing in me, rather than feeling embarrassed. Lexi was clearly beautiful and I was flattered that she found me attractive. I still felt like I knew where the boundaries were between us, so I didn't feel uncomfortable with the new level of affection between us. Marilyn and I settled into a comfortable rhythm after we got married. We both enjoyed sex and each other's bodies, and we enjoyed a healthy sex life, for a while. As time passed and our careers took off, our sex life dwindled, as sometimes happens with married couples, until we were having sex once or twice a month, or skipping months entirely. Though I was still coaching the girls' league and receiving more than a little flirtatious attention from some of the team moms, I never felt tempted to stray. I felt as though I wouldn't just be betraying Marilyn, but I'd be betraying Lexi, and that was something I would never do. Lexi squealed and did a happy dance when we gave her the keys to a fire engine red convertible on her eighteenth birthday. She insisted on giving me the first ride, to thank me for tutoring her for the written and driving tests. I smiled with loving admiration as we cruised around town, exceedingly proud of the young woman at my side. About six months later, in August, I awoke one Friday morning to an empty bed. On the dresser, I found a note from Marilyn saying that she would be working late and reminding me to take something out of the freezer to defrost for dinner. I had a big project at the office that was coming due and I had to run out of the house. I left a note in the kitchen for Lexi, asking her to pull something out of the freezer. When I came home that night I didn't find anything defrosting in the refrigerator. I found Lexi lying on her belly on a lounge chair by the pool, sunning her already well-tanned skin. She was wearing a baby blue thong bikini and the firm, round globes of her ass were oiled and glistening in the fading sunlight. She was listening to music, with ear buds in, not hearing my approach. She started violently when I tapped her shoulder. "God, Daddy, you scared me," she said as she sat up. The bra was strapless and her perky breasts hung attractively as she swung her legs in front of her and sat up on the chair. "Sorry, sweetheart," I said as I lowered myself into a chair across from her, "but I was wondering why there isn't anything ready to make for dinner." "Was I supposed to pick something up?" she said with an uncomprehending look. "Didn't you see my note this morning?" I responded, mildly annoyed. "I left it on the breakfast table. Your mother isn't going to be home tonight. I asked you to take something out of the freezer to make for dinner, because I had to get to work early." "I'm so sorry, Daddy," she said, "but I ran out this morning without eating. There was a big sale at the mall today so I wanted to get together early with Jennifer and Ava so we could get an early start." "That's all right, Lexi," I said, "though I don't approve of you skipping breakfast. I guess we can order something in. Are you feeling for Chinese or pizza?" "Why don't we go out, Daddy?" Lexi said brightly as she rose out of her chair. "It feels like forever since we went out!" We liked to go out to dinner as a family once or twice a month, but Marilyn and my work schedules sometimes defeated our best intentions. We hadn't been out to dinner as a family since Lexi's birthday in February. "Why not?" I said. "Where would you like to go?" "What about the new Italian place, Gianelli's? Jenny and her family went there last month; she says the pasta there is outrageous." "You know what a sucker I am for Italian, baby," I said, smiling and getting up, walking back into the house behind Lexi. She took my hand as we entered the kitchen and we walked toward the back stairs. Lexi climbed up on the first step and turned toward me. This made her essentially the same height as me. "Daddy, I know we enjoy being all casual when we go out," she said. "Could we do something different and dress up tonight?" "Why do you want to dress up, Lexi?" "I'm eighteen now, Daddy, I want to feel more like a grown up. Plus, you look so handsome when you get dressed up in one of your suits." "You sure you wouldn't feel embarrassed being led around by some old man?" I joked. "What are you, thirty-seven?" she laughed, tossing her head back. "You are so not old. Besides, I like these little bits of gray," she said, ruffling her fingers through the silver strands that were mingled with my dark hair. "I think they look sexy." "Sexy?" I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I'm not so sure I can pull off sexy anymore." Lexi, aka Alexa "Ava and Jennifer think you're sexy as hell, Daddy. They say it every time they come over and see you, in the kitchen cooking or bringing drinks out to us by the pool, showing off that good looking butt of yours." "You think I have a good looking butt?" I said. "I think your butt is perfect, Daddy," she said with a smile. "I think everything about you is perfect." Her arms came up, resting on my shoulders as her wrists crossed behind my neck. I knew what she was doing as soon as she began leaning forward. I could have stopped her very easily. I could have pushed her back or turned my head so that my cheek faced her. I just didn't want to. I stood there, filled with anticipation as she brought her face toward mine. She hovered over my lips for a moment then she brushed her lips across my mouth. They were warm and soft with a faint taste of honey. She pulled away for a moment, as if she was waiting to see if I would do anything to stop her, then leaning back in and kissing me more fully. I put my hands on her hips as she leaned into me. Her lips parted after a moment and her tongue peeked out, brushing against my lips, seeking safe passage. I parted my lips and her tongue shot in, playing with my tongue and exploring my mouth. I don't know how long we stood like that - a minute, two minutes or five minutes, before I finally pulled back and took a step away from her. She pitched forward a bit, but grabbed the railing and steadied herself. "I think you are pretty perfect too, sweetheart," I said quietly. Her sexy green eyes lit up as she realized there was no lecture forthcoming from me. She hopped down off the step and closed the gap between us. "I liked that, Daddy," she said, looking into my eyes. "I liked it a lot. You're a very good kisser. I think you liked it too." The palm of her hand rested against the thick bulge in my jeans. I quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away. "I think if we are going out to dinner," I said in a firm voice, "we should both go upstairs and take showers. I'll see you at the front door in thirty minutes." Lexi looked disappointed for a moment before her smile returned. "Okay, Daddy," she said before skipping up the stairs. I watched her tight young ass shimmy as she hopped up the stairs and felt my erect cock throb a little harder. Part of me wanted to go out to the garage, grab a hammer out of my tool box and smash my cock for letting that happen. The rest of me wanted to chase Lexi up the stairs, sweep her up into my arms and carry her into the extra large shower stall in the master bathroom. I stood, rooted to the same spot, until both urges died down and I was sure Lexi had gone into her bedroom, which was at the opposite end of the second floor from the master bedroom. I rushed up to my bedroom, stripped down and turned on the shower, letting the stall fill with steam before stepping inside. The hot water felt good against my skin as I lathered up. I could still taste Lexi on my lips, though, and when I reached down, my cock was painfully hard. Lathering my shaft quickly turned to stroking, as I pictured Lexi walking into the shower, kneeling in front of me and looking up into my eyes as she devoured my throbbing member. It took only a minute until I climaxed, crying Lexi's name out as my knees buckled and thick streams of cum shot out of my cock. I finally leaned against the wall, gathering myself before rinsing off one last time and stepping out of the shower. I put on a gray blazer with black slacks and a charcoal shirt, leaving the neck open. I waited fifteen minutes at the bottom of the stairs, restraining myself from yelling up after Lexi until she finally descended. She looked stunning. She was wearing a strapless silk lavender dress that showed off her arms and shoulders with just a hint of cleavage. The dress hugged her as it slithered down her body, showing off her hips and ass before coming down to just above her knees, with a pretty high slit in the left leg. Around her neck she wore an amethyst pendant I bought her for her sixteenth birthday along with dangling silver earrings. She wore chocolate brown eye shadow and pink lip gloss. She had bangs reaching down her forehead and cobalt blue, open-toed stiletto heels. "I guess I meet with your approval," she said with a laugh when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She did a slow three-sixty, pausing to show off her tight, round ass. "Lexi, you look breathtaking," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist. She leaned in close and pressed her lips on mine, only for a moment. She had a cardigan sweater that matched the color of her dress and I slipped it on her. She giggled with delight when I told her she could drive us to the restaurant in her convertible. As we drove, I watched the wind ruffling her copper hair as the full moon rose in the early evening sky, turning over in my mind the realization that somewhere along the way I had unknowingly fallen in love. Gianelli's had been open for about a year in an upscale little shopping district about twenty miles away from our house; ironically, it was located only a quarter mile from Marilyn's office. It was a pleasant summer evening and there were plenty of couples and families on the street. I held Lexi's hand as we walked across the street from the parking lot to the restaurant. "Thank you coming out with me tonight, Daddy," she said, smiling at me as we approached the restaurant. "Sweetheart," I responded, "there is no place on earth I would rather be right now." Gianelli's was located in the bottom two stories of a renovated office building in the middle of a shopping plaza. The bottom floor was wide, with about forty dark wooden tables, with a half dozen booths along the cream colored walls and a red and gold carpet. To the left of the entrance was a winding staircase that led upstairs to a smaller, more intimate dining room. The maitre d' seated us in a booth at the rear of the room. There was a round table with a long cloth that matched the shade of the walls covering it. The waiter pulled the table out so Lexi could sit down, and I noticed him check her out as she sat. I made a mental note to reduce his eventual tip by ten per cent. "I feel so grown up," Lexi said after our menus were delivered. "Are we going to have wine with dinner?" "I don't think so, sweetheart," I said. "You're under twenty-one and you're driving, so I think we'll stick with mineral water." "Oh, poo," she said, pouting for a moment before giggling. "It was worth a try." "I don't think I remember seeing that dress before, Lexi," I said. "Is it new?" "I was at an after Christmas sale with Jennifer and Ava, Daddy. I saw it and immediately thought of you." "You thought of me? Really?" "I pictured us, just like this," she said as the waiter poured two glasses of mineral water, "dressed up all fine, you in a suit and me in this dress. You do like it, don't you, Dad?" "I loved it the moment I saw it, baby," I said, "but now that you tell me you got it on sale, it must be the greatest dress in history." "Daddy, stop!" Lexi laughed. She moved around in the booth, close to me and rested her hand on my thigh. I stiffened a little as she touched me; I felt my penis quickly become erect. "Honey, we have to be careful," I whispered in her ear as she massaged my thigh. "People we know could easily be here tonight." "All they'll see is a father and daughter enjoying a special meal together," she said, sliding her hand up my thigh and squeezing. "What's wrong, Daddy? Am I making you nervous?" Her hand slid up all the way and wrapped around my erection, almost making me jump out of my seat. "Relax, Daddy," Lexi whispered. "The table cloths are so long no one can see my hand massaging your big, thick erect penis. Mmmmm, it's so big and thick. I heard people say Mom was lucky when she married you, but now I know just how lucky." "Lexi, behave yourself," I hissed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand off my shaft. She quickly freed herself, though, grabbing my hand and pushing it down into her lap. "They also can't see how high the slit in my skirt is," she whispered. "They couldn't see if someone was to slip his hand under my skirt," she said as she directed my my hand inside the high slit in her skirt. "There's no way for them to see if he moved his hand between my legs and started touching me. Touch me, Daddy," she whispered. "Touch me." She moved my hand between her thighs. We both shuddered as my fingers brushed against the slick outer folds of her pussy, unprotected by any form of underwear. "You bad girl," I said softly as I brushed my fingers up and down over her outer lips. "The only problem with this dress," Lexi whispered as I stroked her labia, "is the panty line. No matter what I tried, it was always visible. The only solution was to go commando. Doesn't that feel nice, Daddy?" "Oh yes," I moaned softly as my fingers slid up and down along the slick, warm ridges of Lexi's labia majora. She kept her hand on my wrist as I caressed her sex, cooing softly in my ear and spreading her legs wider. I was about to push my fingers between the lips when our waiter arrived to take our orders, snapping us back to reality. We slid apart and joked with the waiter as we ordered. Lexi smirked at me as he walked away. "What a party pooper," she giggled. "Just a minute more and I would have had a lovely appetizer, all creamy and tangy, perfect for licking off your fingers. Wouldn't that feel nice, Dad, having your fingers all the way up inside my tight, hot, wet little pussy?" She slid back closer to me as she seduced me with her voice, and I could feel her hand traveling up my thigh. I didn't resist as her hand pushed between my thighs and pressed her palm against my crotch. I felt my cock rise painfully as the heel of her hand pressed into my crotch. She pressed down on my shaft for a few seconds then she released me, torturing me under the table as we appeared to the rest of the restaurant to be chatting amiably while waiting for our food. Her hand closed around the shaft and began a slow stroking motion. "Do you like how that feels, Daddy?" she asked breathily, looking directly into my eyes. "Do you like the feeling of me massaging your big, strong penis with my delicate hand?" "Yes, God help me, it feels so good," I groaned quietly, gripping the edge of the leather seat and shifting uncomfortably. My blood felt super-heated and I was watching her through a haze of lust that made me afraid I might drag her on top of the table and attack her at any moment. Fortunately, the waiter arrived with our first course. Lexi removed her hand from my cock and slid away as I adjusted myself so I could eat comfortably. Finally we managed to simply talk to each other as a father and daughter instead of whatever else we were in danger of becoming. I told her about my new project, an office building about a half mile away from the restaurant. Lexi asked a dozen astute questions about plans and materials and I felt delighted that she was genuinely interested in the details of my work. I grilled her about school, the prospects for her soccer team and, of course, college. "You haven't really narrowed down the choices at all?" I asked as the waiter brought my lamb chops, spinach and mashed potatoes. "Washington and Duke are both very good schools, Daddy," she said as the waiter served her ratatouille. She'd started eating vegetarian when she turned fifteen. "I'm just not sure I want to go to such a big school, or so far away from home. Walton College is an excellent school, with an enrollment of only four thousand." "It's only a little over two hundred miles away from here," I said. "You're sure you don't want to get a little further away?" "Why should I?" she asked. "I love it here; I always have. My friends are here, everything I grew up with is here. Plus, you're here," she said with a mischievous grin. "Why would I want to give you up so easily?" I smiled at her, my heart full of love and pride for the beautiful young woman sitting across from me. There was a jumble of emotions roiling inside me. Alongside the love and pride was a strong undercurrent of desire I could no longer deny or ignore. Lexi was clearly not disguising her feeling for me and I was having trouble restraining myself with her. The truth, I had to admit to myself, was that I wanted to pounce on her and claim her there in the middle of the crowded restaurant. "Penny for your thoughts, Daddy," Lexi said, snapping me back to the moment. "Or were you thinking bad things, things an innocent girl like me shouldn't be hearing?" she said with a smirk. "I could get arrested for some of the thoughts I'm having now, sweetheart," I said after our waiter cleared away our entrees. "Ooooh, then I definitely want to hear those thoughts," Lexi said. "Maybe you can tell me all your dirty thoughts while I drive us home. We'll see if I can keep the car on the road or if you make me too wet and tingly and we have to stop and do something about it." "I don't know, baby," I said, chuckling. "I can get pretty -" I stopped in mid-sentence as something over Lexi's shoulder caught my eye. We were seated in a booth near the back, about forty or fifty feet away from the entrance, but with a clear view of people arriving and departing. As I was speaking, I watched Marilyn enter the restaurant, wearing a low-cut green dress with high-heeled blue pumps. Walking in close behind her was a tall, handsome man with blond hair that was graying a bit at the temples. Phillip Black was an associate at Marilyn's real estate firm. He'd been working there for about two years. Phil and his wife Cathy came over to our house regularly for parties and dinners. Phil went to the University of North Carolina while I attended Duke. We made bets every year as to whose college basketball team would have the better record and get farther in the NCAA tournament. I watched Phil walking into the restaurant behind my wife, with his hand on her lower back, dangerously close to her ass. The maitre d' greeted Marilyn with a warm embrace and a kiss on each cheek, suggesting that she was a frequent guest. The warm handshake Phil received made me think he'd shared at least some of those visits with Marilyn. The maitre d' took Marilyn's arm and led them to the staircase that led to the upstairs room. "Hello, Dad? Earth to Dad?" Lexi snapped her fingers in front of my face. "What's so fascinating over there? She turned before I could say anything. I saw her head freeze in place as she saw her mother and Phil Black headed up the stairs. "What's Mom doing here?" Lexi asked. "You said she was going to be working tonight." "That's what she told me," I said. "Her office isn't very far away from here. I am sure she's probably used this restaurant for business lunches and dinners before. They may have just decided to have dinner here after they finished up." Of course, that didn't explain what Phil's hand was doing resting on Marilyn's ass as they walked upstairs. I didn't want to be thinking what I was thinking, but it was hard to keep myself from going there. I had a lot of painful memories of my father's infidelities and my parents' eventual divorce. "What are you going to do, Daddy?" "I believe the restrooms are upstairs," I said as I left my credit card on the table with the bill. "No reason I shouldn't visit the men's room before we go." As I stood up, Lexi started sliding out of the booth. I froze her with a finger in the air. "Stay here," I said sharply, in my best "I mean it" voice. "I'll be back in five minutes." She looked at me crossly but kept to her seat. I walked across the floor toward the stairs. The maitre d' smiled graciously and nodded his head, assuming that I was heading to the men's room. I climbed the stairs slowly, a hard knot in my stomach. The top floor was a smaller, more intimate space. The walls were painted a deep blue, with large, round, dark lamp shades hanging down from the ceiling, emitting a low light. There were six or eight round pillars stretching from the floor to the ceiling. A fast count told me there were ten tables in the room, all for two persons, and two booths on each side of the room, like downstairs. I smiled at a waiter who passed me on his way downstairs. I scanned the floor. There were three couples sitting at tables, but none of them were Marilyn and Phil. I moved forward slowly, the queasy feeling in my stomach growing. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Marilyn's auburn hair. She and Phil were sitting in one of the booths on the left side of the room. Marilyn was facing me, but hadn't seen me, as her gaze was fixed on Phil, whose back was to me. I suddenly realized I was totally exposed; all Marilyn had to do was turn her head and she'd see me. As quickly as I could without drawing attention to myself, I slipped behind a nearby pillar. Holding my breath, I slid around the pillar, peeking around to where I could best watch them. They were sitting close together on the leather banquette. Phil was holding Marilyn's hands, running one of his thumbs over her slender fingers. She leaned in close and her head became obscured as they began kissing. I grimaced as I watched them. "Dad!" came a furtive whisper me from behind me. I gasped and turned, pressing my back against the pillar. Lexi was standing there with a concerned look on her face. "I told you to stay downstairs!" I whispered harshly, but she pushed past me, slipping around the pillar. She stopped short as she saw the scene in the booth. I pulled her back after a second and held her tightly against me. I looked around and saw a couple at one of the tables eyeing us curiously. "We have to go now," I whispered, pulling Lexi along with me. "We have to go." "What about Mom?" Lexi whispered as I pulled her toward the stairs. "Are we just going to leave her here?" "We're not going to make a scene in a crowded restaurant," I said, moving quickly down the stairs, my hand gripping Lexi's upper arm tightly. My head was a jumble of confused thoughts. When we reached the table, I sat down with my head hanging down, breathing in and out slowly. "Dad, are you OK?" Lexi finally asked. "Daddy, you're scaring me." "Just give me a minute, Lexi." I took a deep breath and reached for the check. I signed the credit card slip, took my copy and left the booth. I took Lexi's hand and we walked toward the exit quickly. I stopped for a second as the maitre d' thanked us effusively expressed hope that we would return soon. "Fat chance," I thought to myself as we walked into the parking lot. The air had cooled and I felt an extra chill in my bones as we walked to the car. "Daddy, Lexi asked in a plaintive voice as we got into the car, "what are you going to do?" "I have no idea right now, sweetheart," I sighed as I buckled my seatbelt and sank into the leather seat. "I haven't had a chance to digest what we just saw. Please just drive us home." I looked over at Lexi. Her hand was on the ignition key but she hadn't turned it. She was looking out into the night sky with a strange look on her face. "Lexi, are you all right?" She stared at me for a few seconds then she started the engine. She chose to remain silent on the drive home, for which I was grateful. My mind was too full of thoughts and emotions to sustain a conversation. Part of me was angry and hurt. I wanted to scream my head off, then drive back to the restaurant and kick Phil's ass. As angry as I was, I quickly remembered that just minutes before Marilyn and Phil showed up at the restaurant, I was engaged in foreplay in the middle of the restaurant with my step-daughter, and anticipating that the evening might end with Lexi and me in bed together. That disqualified me from entering a stone-throwing contest. I looked over at Lexi. The wind was rustling through her cap of copper hair. In the moonlight, I could see her eyes were glassy with tears. She might have been imagining a dozen nightmarish scenarios, but I didn't really have the words to comfort her. Lexi, aka Alexa The drive home took about thirty silent minutes. We were rolling up the driveway when my phone started chirping. Marilyn's smiling face came up on the screen; it was a picture I took on our last vacation, in San Francisco. I looked over at Lexi and pressed the green "Talk" button. "Hi, honey," Marilyn said sweetly. I held the phone out where Lexi could hear it as well. "Hi there," I said, as cheerfully as I could manage. "Did you two enjoy your evening?" she asked. "Um, yes," I answered. "We ate dinner; then Lexi convinced me to go for a ride in the convertible." "Lexi drove?" Marilyn said with a chuckle. "How's your blood pressure?" "Perfect," I said. "I'm happy to report that all of the fire hydrants and trees in town are still in their original, upright positions." Lexi stuck her tongue out at me. "How's your evening going?" I said, curious to hear her response. "We just packed it in. Everybody put in overtime. I am just done in. That's why I am calling. I'm too tired to drive home. There is a quaint bed and breakfast just down the road from here and the owner, Mrs. Harris, has a bed available. I'm going to sleep there and drive home in the morning. I'll pick up something on the way home to make for a family dinner." I took a deep breath and tried to smile as I spoke. "That sounds lovely, babe." "Is Lexi there?" Marilyn asked. "I want to say hi." I looked at Lexi, who started violently shaking her head and sticking her fingers down her throat. "Sorry, babe," I said. "Lexi just jumped in the shower. She said she didn't shower after soccer practice." Marilyn trilled one of her high-pitched laughs. "Well, give her a kiss from me before she goes to bed." "I will. Have a good night, babe. See you tomorrow." "You too, honey. Love you." "You too," I said after a long pause. I punched the "Off" button and sat back. If she lied that easily to her clients, I was amazed there was an empty house within fifty miles. "That bitch!" Lexi cried out. She started pounding her fists against the steering wheel. Tears were streaming down her face. "That goddamned, motherfucking bitch!" She struggled as I threw my arms around her, pushing against me until I pulled her into my chest, holding her head as she sobbed. I held her there for ten or twelve minutes, praying that no nosy neighbors would pop up. Finally, her sobs subsided and I let her go. Her green eyes were rimmed red, her cheeks were stained with tear streaks and there were little bubbles of snot coming out of her nose. She looked at me for a few seconds before she pulled away. "Oh, God, what have I done?" she cried before she opened her door nearly falling to the ground before she ran up the paved stone path from the driveway to the front door. "Lexi, stop!" I yelled, but she continued, half running and half stumbling until she reached the door. She fumbled in her purse until she found her house keys, then I watched her bolt into the house and slam the door shut. "Jesus, what now?" I thought as I got out of the car. I closed the door on my side then walked around to her side and closed the door. I took the keys out of the ignition and set the alarm. As I walked up the stone path, I saw a light in Lexi's window. I walked inside, locked the door and set the alarm. I put my keys in a bowl on the mahogany table next to the door and walked upstairs. After the last ninety minutes, I wasn't sure I was up to whatever sudden drama had overtaken Lexi, but I knew I had to check on her. I walked down the hall to her bedroom, which faced the street in front of the house. I knocked once; receiving no response, I knocked again. She didn't answer again, so I tried the knob. The door was unlocked, so I opened it. The bedside lamp was on, sitting on top of the pink and white night table Lexi and I painted when she was twelve. Lexi had thrown her sweater on the floor and was laying face down on her bed, crying. I picked up the sweater and slung it over the back of her desk chair. I sat down on the side of the bed and reached for her. She pushed herself away as soon as I touched her. "Lexi, please," I said, "You have to talk to me. I can't do anything to help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." "You can't help," she half-croaked through tears. "No one can. If I tell you what I did, you'll hate me more than you hate Mom!" "First of all," I said as I stroked her back, "I don't hate your mother. I may be very angry with her right now, but I don't hate her, and there is no way on earth I could ever hate you." "You don't know," she cried, curling up into a ball, "you just don't know!" "Lexi Miller," I said, "I don't care if you go on a five state killing spree, or if you start a nuclear war, or even if you come home with one of those ridiculous tramp stamps on your back. I couldn't ever hate you." The last statement drew a snort from Lexi. She rolled over and faced me. "Even if I get a tramp stamp?" she said with a slight grin. "Even then," I swore, making the Boy Scout pledge with three fingers. "Though if you ever do show up with one of those stupid tattoos, I'll throttle you, then I'll go out and find whatever greasy biker gave it to you and kick his ass." She buried her face in her hands as she giggled. I leaned in close, trying to hug her, but she pushed me away again. She moved off the bed and walked over to her desk. When I started to get up, she held her hand out. "Please, stay there, Daddy," she said. She paused to take a deep breath before she continued. "I need to tell you something. It's something you're not going to like. Maybe . . . maybe you won't hate me, but you're gong to be very angry with me." "Why don't you just spit it out, Lexi," I said, folding my arms. "I'm sure whatever it is, it can't be that bad." She squeezed her eyes shut and balled her fists. I watched as she took a few more deep breaths. "Here goes," she said, leaning against the desk and moving from foot to foot. "I . . . I didn't forget to take something out of the freezer tonight." "What do you mean you didn't forget?" "God," she cried, "I barely got started and I'm already fucking it up." "Calm down, Lexi, just start at the beginning." "I didn't take anything out of the freezer because I knew we would have to choose between ordering in and going out to dinner. So I suggested we dress up and go to Gianelli's. I had this dress picked out and ready to go. I knew how much you would like it." "Honey," I said, "you can't blame yourself for wanting to go out and have a nice dinner. You couldn't have known your mother would show up . . . the way she did." "You're not getting it, Dad," Lexi said, standing up and taking a step toward me. "I knew exactly what was going to happen." I stared at her, dumbstruck. "What do you mean, you knew?" She pulled her rolling desk chair behind her, sitting down about five or six feet away from me. "About two months ago, just after my birthday," she said, "I was working on a project for my summer class at Walton. I needed a highlighter and mine was empty. Mom's office is the closest to my room, so I went in." "Was she there? Did you knock?" "Please, Daddy, this is going to be hard enough without a ton of interruptions. Anyway, I went in to find a highlighter. Mom wasn't in there and I didn't see one on the desk, so I started going through the drawers." "Lexi, how many times have we talked about invading someone else's private space?" I said crossly. "If your mother wasn't home you should have -" "Dad!" she finally yelled, interrupting me. "In one of the drawers, I found a cell phone. I didn't recognize it, I know your and Mom's phones. I turned it on. It's a pay as you go phone, the kind they call "burners" on T.V. I turned it on and checked the call history. All the calls and texts were to the same number." "Another burner phone, no doubt," I thought. "So I checked the web browser. It opened to an email portal I didn't recognize. There was already a user name inputted, so I checked the password." "Wait a minute," I said. "You hacked your mother's email?" "Mom's not exactly the N.S.A. when it comes to cyber security, Daddy. Her password is always the same - my birth date, followed by my initials, in all caps." "I guess you're going to tell me what you found now." She took another deep breath. "It was all emails between Mom and Mr. Black, emails going back almost a year." She paused and swallowed. "It looks like she saved them all. They started out flirtatious, kind of joking, but it got more serious after three months or so. They started sending fantasies to each other, like long sex fantasies." "OK," I said. My throat felt almost totally dry. "After about six months, it was pretty clear they were sleeping together." I could feel the tips of my ears burning, as if I'd walked into a room and all the people in the room stopped talking. My stomach was twisted in knots. As bad as I felt listening to Lexi, I felt even worse knowing she'd been living with this secret for months without saying anything. "I'd check the emails periodically, checking up on what they were doing. Two weeks ago, I saw they made a date for tonight at Gianelli's, saying they would tell you and Mrs. Black that they had to work late, so they could spend the night together." "Lexi," I interrupted, "how could you keep this information to yourself?" I rose off the bed and stated pacing the room. "Beyond the incredible violation of your mother's privacy, you placed a terrible burden on yourself. Why wouldn't you come to me with this?" Her chest was heaving and tears were welling in her eyes. Despite everything, I wanted to reach over, bundle her in my arms and tell her everything would be all right. Instead, I just stood there, arms folded in front of me, staring at her. "That look on your face," she finally said, quietly. "What did you say?" "That look on your face," she said, looking up at me. "On the day I discovered Mom was cheating, I knew what your face would look like if I told you. If I could have drawn a picture of what your face would look like, it would look exactly the way it looks right now." "You still weren't being fair to yourself keeping this a secret," I complained. "How could you keep on living with this?" "Haven't you noticed, Daddy," she said with a slight smile, "how much more affectionate I've been recently? How I've been touching you more often, giving you neck rubs, laying my head in your lap sometimes on movie nights?" "Of course I've noticed," I said, curious at the sudden digression. "Have you noticed how I've been dressing a little skimpier lately?" "If by skimpier, you mean lots of short shorts, crop tops and those bikinis you keep wearing around the house," I said, "yes, I've noticed that, too, but I'm not sure what that has to do with tonight." She moved from her chair to the bed and patted the mattress. I moved over and sat down. She reached over and took my hand. "I love you, Daddy," she said. "I think I've loved you ever since that first day you started coaching me ten years ago, but I realized something a couple of years ago. I realized you still saw me as that little tomboy with pigtails, running all over the soccer field. I wanted you to see me the way I am today, as a woman." "Honey," I said, "it's hard to look at you and not see a beautiful young woman." I squeezed her hand and moved closer, until her leg was pressed against mine. Her dress was rumpled from throwing herself on the bed and had sunk a little lower, almost exposing her breasts. "I don't just have a young woman's body, Daddy. I have a young woman's desires." She lifted my hand and moved it to her left breast. I tried pulling it away but she gripped it strongly and pressed it to her breast. "I've always loved you, Daddy," she said as her soft bosom filled my hand, "but I've been in love with you since I understood what it meant to be in love." "Baby, I appreciate what you are saying, but you're too young to be making pronouncements about love like that. You should be learning about love with boys your own age." "That's it exactly, Daddy. They are boys. They're fine to have as friends, or to fool around with, but why would I want one of them when the most perfect man in the world already lives with me?" "Perfect but for the fact that I am married to your mother," I said. "A woman who doesn't love you enough to stay faithful to you!" Lexi said. "You don't owe her anything!" "What did you think was going to happen tonight, Lexi?" I said, exasperated. "Did you think I'd be so enraged by your mother's behavior that my response would be to throw you down on the nearest bed and screw your brains out?" "I don't know!" she cried. "I didn't think it all the way through! I've been teasing you, cuddling you, letting you touch me, letting you know that I was ready for you whenever you wanted me. I thought if you realized what was happening, you'd feel so hurt you'd need comfort, and I would be there and I could show you how much I love you. Are you telling me you don't want me?" She yanked down the front of her dress and bra, exposing her delectable young breasts. They were firm and round, with pale areolas and fully erect, eraser sized nipples. I stared at her, knowing full well I couldn't hide my erection. "Lexi," I said, "it would be ridiculous for me to pretend that I don't want you. You are the most beautiful young woman I ever known and the most wonderful girl. You've driven me to distraction with all the teasing and touching and cuddling. I think about you at some of the most inappropriate times, and I smile when I do." "When do you think about me?" "Sometimes, when I'm in a meeting at work, I'll picture you in one of those tiny bikinis you flaunt your body in and I'll get this ridiculous smile on my face that no one else in the meeting can understand." "I like that, Daddy," she said as slipped her arm inside mine. "What other times do you think of me?" "The other day, I was driving home from work. I was stopped at a stop sign when suddenly I was picturing you wearing those overalls you like, the ones with the shorts that you don't ever wear a bra underneath. Your . . . ass looks very good in them, and you're flaunting all that . . . side boob." "Daddy!" she gasped, then she laughed out loud. "Side boob?" "That's what they call it on the internet, apparently," I said, feeling the heat of embarrassment redden my cheeks. "I watch you walking around like that and I wanted . . . I wanted to reach out and wrap my hands around your breasts, just caress them in my palms." "Oh God, I wish you would have done that, Daddy," Lexi said, rocking back and forth with a dreamy look on her face. "Do you realize I only wore that outfit when we were alone in the house together? Mom would have screamed the roof off if she'd ever seen me like that. You never said anything, though." I shook my head slowly, trying to suppress a grin. "I remember all those movies we'd watch on the couch, and I would wear those overalls for you. I'd sit at the other end of the couch at first, so you'd have a good view of my tits under the overalls. Then I would slide closer to you as the movie went on, until you'd finally slip your arm around me and cuddle me until the movie ended. I always wished you would slide your hand down and start fondling my breast, but you never did." "'I'm not a seventeen year old boy, Lexi. I'm a thirty-eight year old man, one who's been raising you since you were ten!" "I'm not ten anymore, Dad" Lexi said in an annoyed tone. "I'm eighteen years old. That means I'm an adult. Legally allowed to vote and legally permitted to make my own sexual choices." She stood up in front of me and let her dress fall to the floor, stepping out of it and standing before me completely naked. Her milky skin looked exquisite. Her nipples were fully erect. I looked down and saw a dark blue gem in her belly button. Below that was a neatly trimmed patch of bright red hair between her legs. I took in the breathtaking sight that was her perfect body until I finally looked up at her face. "I'm legally permitted to choose the man I want to take my virginity," she said softly, "and I choose you." "You've never . . . you've never had sex?" I could suddenly feel my heart beating double time. "I've never had sex with a boy, Daddy," she said with solemnity, "because you are the only man I've ever wanted, the only man I've ever loved. I've loved you, trusted you since the day we met, ten years ago, and I've wanted you since I understood what wanting someone means." She was standing right in front of me, her perfect body inches away from me, with a pleading look on her face. "Please, Daddy," she whispered. "I've wanted you for so long. I don't want to wait any more. All you have to do is take me." I looked at her, at all the desire and hope pent up in her adorable face. My heart was racing, my head was pounding and my stomach was churning from the overwhelming series of revelations I'd experienced. "Lexi," I said as I stood up and pushed past her, "you cannot manipulate me the way you've done tonight and expect that I'll just roll over like a puppy and give you what you want." "Daddy," she began, but I cut her off. "How long have you known about your mother's affair, two or three months, or more? Did you talk to me about it? Did you confront your mother? Neither! Instead you've been manipulating me for weeks, months, teasing me, tempting me, playing on my feelings for you, all to trick me into sleeping with you." I ran my fingers through my hair as I paced up and down the floor in front of her door. She stared at me with a look I couldn't remember seeing on her face before, something like fear. "I couldn't have imagined that you were capable of this kind of behavior, Lexi," I said, growing more frustrated as I spoke. "I guess at the end of it all, I have to take some kind of responsibility because I've mostly raised you. I can't believe I failed you so badly." "Daddy, please," she cried, tears stinging her eyes, but I threw my hands up, silencing her. "I think you've said enough for tonight, Lexi," I said, looking down at the floor so I didn't have to look at her face, "and I don't want to say something I'll regret later. I'm going to try and work for a while then I'm going to bed. You should watch some T.V. or listen to music, or maybe, just maybe, take some time to think about your behavior these past few months. We'll talk again in the morning." I turned and walked out of the room. I heard Lexi cry out, "Please, Daddy! I'm sorry!" before I pulled the door closed. I could hear her sobbing as I walked away. Tears were stinging my own eyes as I walked down the hallway to my office, which was next to the master bedroom. I flipped on the light, walked over to the big oak desk and fell into the tall leather backed chair behind the desk. My head was throbbing and I felt like I wanted to throw up. My wife had been having an affair with a man I considered a friend for months and my stepdaughter had been manipulating me for months, and I had been either happily oblivious or, in Lexi's case, silently conspiring in it, the whole time. I turned on the computer and opened the file on my newest project. I looked at the screen for fifteen minutes before I admitted that everything there might as well have been written in Martian, as little sense as it made at that moment. I wanted to run screaming into the night. Instead, I shut down the computer, walked out of the office and went to my bedroom. I looked back down the hall; Lexi's door was still shut and I didn't hear any sound coming from it. I walked into my bedroom, stripped down and put on a pair of cotton pajama pants. I stayed shirtless, drawing down the bed cover and climbing into bed, sitting up against the slatted headboard on top of the sheets. Lexi, aka Alexa I knew I wasn't falling asleep anytime soon; my mind was too active. I didn't know how I was going to confront Marilyn over her affair. I imagined her possible responses, from defensive to remorseful to defiant. I had no idea what was going to happen to my marriage after tonight. Lexi presented an entirely different problem. As angry and disappointed as I felt, I also still felt the strong pull of desire that had been building within me for months. Just thinking about her had made me rock hard. I reached into my pajama pants and started stroking my aching cock. If the Marilyn episode hadn't occurred earlier, there was a damn good chance Lexi and I might have been in this bed, making love at that moment. I knew I loved Lexi and desired her more than I'd ever felt for any woman. I just wasn't sure we could regain the trust we'd shared until tonight. I froze when I heard a knock on the door. My cock was throbbing in my hand as I stared at the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again. "Come in," I said, pulling my hand out of my pants and pulling a pillow over to cover my erection. She walked in and closed the door behind her. She'd changed into a blue and gold football jersey from her high school that reached down to the middle of her thighs. She walked in and stood at the foot of the bed. Her eyes were reddened and puffy. "Can I please talk to you?" she said, her voice hoarse. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "I'm so sorry," she said, her body loosening up now that I'd given her permission to speak. "I never meant to hurt you, I wasn't thinking. I was so angry at her, so angry I couldn't see straight. I wanted to take care of you, protect you from it until I could show you how much I love you and that I'm ready to take care of you and give you everything she doesn't care enough to give you." I stared at her as she spoke. Her lips were quivering, her body shaking and there were tears pooling in her eyes again. I couldn't summon any more anger. Instead, I patted the mattress. With a hopeful smile, she climbed on the bed and sat in front of me, curling her legs underneath her. "Lexi," I said softly, "do you understand how badly you've screwed up here?" She nodded meekly. "Part of me always knew I should have gone to you first thing. I was so overwhelmed with anger, then I started thinking . . . " "You thought you could turn the situation to your advantage." "It sounds horrible when you say it like that, Daddy," she said, her head bowed. "Lexi, this is not acceptable behavior," I said sternly as I reached out, cupping her chin and lifting her face until she was looking directly at me. "People are not pieces on a chess board that you can move around according to some strategy that only you control. I need you to make me a promise." "Anything," she said quickly. "From now on, if you learn anything that affects my life or your mother's life, you will come to one of us or both of us and let us know." She nodded solemnly and started crying again. I quickly gathered her against my body, tossing the pillow I had covering my crotch aside. I caressed her cheek as I held her head against my chest. Her soft body pressed against me and she crawled between my legs, wrapping her arms around my waist. The soft warmth of her body, her hot tears on my chest and her scent all combined to keep me fully erect and I could feel her thigh pressing against my engorged shaft. After a minute, Lexi looked up at me. "Daddy, are you OK?" "No, baby," I whispered. "I'm not OK at all." I bowed my head down and took her mouth roughly, crushing my lips against hers. She was stunned for a moment then she responded fiercely, pushing her tongue inside my mouth and turning to press her breasts into my bare chest. I reached up and covered one of her breasts with my palm, squeezing it hard. "Ohhhhh, Daddy," she moaned loudly as her head fell back. "That feels sooooo good." As her head lolled back, I leaned in and grazed her exposed throat with my teeth. She purred in response and I began gnawing on her slender neck, making her body wriggle against me. I nibbled down to her shoulder and gently sank my teeth into her flesh. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, her body going stiff and pushing into me. "I feel like somebody shot me with a jolt of electricity!" "That must be one of your erogenous zones," I said with a smile before scraping her shoulder with my teeth, making her cry out again. She pulled my face back up to hers, kissing me hungrily, our tongues dancing inside her mouth as I fondled her breasts through the football jersey. After a minute of passionately kissing and fondling each other, Lexi pulled away and slid back on the bed. "Daddy, that felt amazing," she said, breathlessly, "but I don't understand what just happened." It took me a minute to calm down from the spark of passionate lust I was feeling and gather my thoughts. "Lexi, I've spent months denying my feelings. I loved the little tomboy in pigtails, flying all over the soccer field, but then you grew into a bright, beautiful, funny young woman and the love I felt for you grew and changed along with you. I've been watching you teasing and tempting me for months. I couldn't bring myself to stop you because the thought that you might have even some of the same feelings for me that I have for you filled me with too much joy and excitement." Lexi's eyes began shimmering again. I wanted to reach out, but I knew I had to get through this. "I've been fantasizing about you for months, not just sexually, but about you and I sharing a life together, doing all the things people who are in love do together. I love you, Lexi, more than I've ever loved anyone. I can't deny those feelings anymore. I don't want to." I moved toward her and took hold of the football jersey. She immediately lifted her arms above her head and I lifted the shirt off her. I tossed it to the floor and turned back, taking her hands and kissing them. "I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow," I said, "but we are alone here together, tonight and I want to make love with you, Lexi." She put a finger to my lips and shook her head. "Alexa," she said. "Lexi is a girl's name, the name of a tomboy with pigtails, the name of a girl flirting with boys in the halls at school. Alexa is a woman's name, a lover's name. Your lover's name," she said softly before she pressed her lips to mine again. "Out there," she said after she kissed me, "out in the world, you can call me Lexi. When we are alone together, when you are inside me, I am Alexa, your Alexa, yours and yours alone." I covered her mouth with mine and pulled her on top of me as I lied back on the bed. Her breasts rubbed against my chest as our kisses grew more urgent and desperate. She moaned as I wrapped her in my arms, holding her tight against me. My searching hands slid down her back, caressing her soft, warm skin until they found her tight butt. She yelped and giggled as I gave her cheeks a hard squeeze. "You like my butt, don't you?" Alexa said as I gripped her ass tightly. "I love your tight butt, Lexi - Alexa," I said, correcting myself. "I've noticed you watching it," she whispered as she kissed along my neck and shoulders. "That's why I started wearing thongs so much, I love showing my ass off to you." "Baby," I whispered as she slid down my chest, "you have the most wonderful body. I desire every beautiful inch of you." "Good," she said, looking up at me before kissing and nibbling on my stomach. "You're going to have all of my body you can handle, Daddy. First things first, though. One of us is still overdressed." I laughed as she slithered down and grabbed the waistband of my pajama pants. I lifted my ass off the bed and watched as my cock sprang free, fully erect and slapping against my stomach. Alexa laughed gleefully as she slid my pants off and leapt back on top of me, getting eye to eye with my rigid member. "I've been waiting for this for so long," she said, looking at me as her hand encircled the shaft. "I've dreamed about this moment so many times, I can hardly believe it's real." "I'd say it's real, sweetheart. Judging by the painful throbbing in my penis, I'd say it's very real." She grinned at me, then she moved to the base of the shaft, pressing her tongue to the underside of my cock and dragging it slowly up from the base all the way to the head, flicking her tongue over the head a few times to arouse me even further. Then she slipped the head between her lips and held it there. It was one of the most erotic sights I've ever seen. I gripped the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over me. Slowly, Alexa's head began bobbing up and down, swallowing a bit more of my cock each time it sank down. She ratcheted up the pressure for a few seconds, sucking hard then she backed off, kissing and licking the shaft as I relaxed. "You do that . . . very well, sweetheart," I moaned as she swallowed about half of my seven inches. I smiled and moaned as she reached beneath the shaft and cradled my balls. "It makes me think this isn't your first time." My cock reverberated with her laughter. "Daddy," she said after she removed my cock from her mouth, "are you saying you don't believe that I am an innocent virgin?" There was a mischievous grin on her face as she said it. "I . . . I mean," I stammered, suddenly embarrassed. "I know you've dated some boys, and I don't want to intrude on your privacy . . . I mean it doesn't matter to me if you're a virgin or not, baby." She slid back up my body and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, letting me savor her soft wet lips as she rubbed her body against me. My fingers bunched in her short copper hair as we kissed and I could feel her rubbing her hot loins against my cock. "Silly Daddy," she whispered after she broke the kiss. "Yes, I've let a few boys put their cocks in my mouth. I figured I needed some kind of practice if I was going to be ready for your beautiful cock." She pressed her mouth to mine again, making electric shocks travel up and down my spine. "I never let any of those boys put their cocks inside my pussy. I am pure and innocent as the driven snow," she said in a sing-song voice, making us laugh together. "I thought about taking one of them, Daddy, and just getting it over with, but I didn't want to just get it over with. The only cock I want to make me a woman is your cock, Daddy. I want your cock inside me, and all your thick, hot cum inside me, too." "Not yet, sweetheart," I said as I rolled her over on to her back. She squealed as I sucked one of her firm, perky tits into my mouth. I covered the other breast with my hand, caressing and massaging it as I sucked, kissed and licked the one in my mouth. Alexa purred and ground her ass into the mattress, yelping when I grabbed her nipple between my teeth and tugged it. "Oh fuck, you can do that any time you want, Daddy," she said as I moved to her other breast and suckled greedily. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Suck on my tits, you beautiful stud! You're making my pussy so fucking wet!" I broke off from her tit and smiled at her. 'My baby's got such a dirty, dirty mouth," I said. She smiled back at me. "If you don't like my language, Daddy, maybe you should shut me up." I could hear us both moaning as I took her mouth again, plunging my tongue inside her mouth. I slid my hand down her body until I felt the downy hair between her legs. I slid my fingers between her thighs. "Oh God, touch me," Alexa moaned as my fingers skimmed her outer lips. "Touch me, Daddy." I slid my fingers along the outer folds for a minute, getting my fingers coated and sticky with her juices, before sliding them between the folds to her inner lips. She bucked and groaned as my digits danced along her slit. She sucked in a breath as I reached the entrance to her vagina. I slipped the tips of my index and middle fingers inside, coated them with her juices and she purred continually. She groaned as my fingers slipped out. "No, Daddy, don't stop," she whined. "It was starting to feel so - oh, oh, oh FUCK!!" she screamed, her body thrusting upward as my fingers brushed over her clit. "Feel good, baby?" I asked as I made circles on her button with my fingertips. "So good," she whispered. "Soooooooo good." I slid my fingers back down her juicy slit and she gasped and smiled when I pushed my fingers back inside her. I took her mouth again as my fingers slowly invaded her vaginal canal, rubbing against her inner walls. I slid them up and down the canal, sinking them deeper inside her with each thrust. I matched the rhythm of my fingers with my tongue, sliding it in and lout of Alexa's mouth. Alexa began thrusting her hips as I finger fucked her, meeting my fingers each time they sank into her. She pulled away from my kiss, her head rolling on the mattress as she moaned loud and long. "Ohhhh fuck, Daddy," she cried as she thrust her hips off the bed again. "Fuck me with those big strong fingers! They feel so good in my pussy!" I watched her beautiful face contorting with pleasure as she writhed beneath me. Her pussy was slick with her juices and my fingers easily slid in and out of her passage. I kissed her hard as I buried my fingers all the way inside her. As my tongue dueled with her probing tongue, I pressed my thumb against her clitoris. I felt her shudder beneath me as I put pressure on her button. Her hand slid around to the back of my head, holding it in place as our kisses grew more urgent. I started making circles on her clit with my thumb as I pressed the tips of my fingers against the vaginal wall. She tightened her pelvic muscles, trapping my fingers inside her as I worked her clit with my thumb. Her head sank back to the mattress and I watched her get lost in pleasure. "Daddy. . . Daddy . . . Daddy," she moaned as she bucked and thrust against my hand. "Oh God, Daddy, that feels so good . . . your fingers inside me . . . oh fuck . . . I can't . . .oh fuck, I can't hold on, Daddy." "Come for me, sweetheart," I said, looking into her sparkling green eyes. "Come for me, Alexa." Hearing her name on my lips set her off. With a strangled cry, her body thrust up, her breasts shaking as she exploded in orgasm. Tears were streaming down her face. I kept my thumb pressed firmly on her throbbing clit, feeling it vibrate as her body reeled in release. Finally, after a minute or so, she sank into the mattress and pushed my thumb away from her clit. Her face was glistening with sweat and a smug smile crossed her sweet face. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her dripping sex. When I saw she was paying attention, I slid my fingers into my mouth and deliberately pulled them out, sucking off all her tangy juices. "Jesus, that is so hot, Daddy," Alexa said before she pulled me down to the mattress and attacked me again, kissing me ferociously and moving my hands to her tits. I squeezed her melons roughly, making her moan into my mouth, then I started rolling her eraser-sized nipples between my fingers. All the while, she rubbed her super-heated loins against me. I could feel the heat rising in her pussy as it rubbed against my aching shaft. Achieving one orgasm had not slowed her down in the least. I pulled myself away from her and slid off the bed, dragging her body to the edge of the mattress and dangling her legs over the side. I got down on my knees and spread her legs wide, giving me plenty of room to confront the sweet treat I was seeking. I dove in eagerly, dragging my teeth along her inner thigh until I reached her treasure and pressed my lips against her labia, sucking the honeyed juices dripping from her core. Her body shook as my tongue slid along her outer lips. "Ooooh, Daddy," she said as buried my face in her sex. "Stick your tongue in my pussy like you did with your fingers! Eat me good, Daddy!" That was exactly what I intended to do. Spreading her outer lips, I dipped my tongue in and slid it along her slit, just grazing her clit, making her yelp when I touched it. I slid my tongue back down and found the entrance to her sanctuary. As I poked the tip of my tongue inside her, her body seized and she thrust her pelvis in my face. "Oh fuck! Fuck me with your fucking tongue, Daddy! Stick it in there and suck my fucking cunt! I want to come all over your fucking face!" I couldn't believe the filth that was coming out of Alexa's mouth. I didn't refrain from cursing when I was especially angry or annoyed, but I didn't make a habit of it, and Marilyn never said anything harder than the occasional "shit." Nevertheless, I found the stream of filth coming out of my stepdaughter's mouth erotic and energizing. I slid two fingers back inside her pussy and brought my tongue back up to her clit. My fingers sank in easily and she groaned as I applied my tongue to her button. "Ohhhhh God, yes," she groaned. "Fuck me with your fingers, suck my clit! Oh fuck, you're amazing Daddy! I want you to eat my pussy every fucking day!" My mind reeled at that delicious prospect. I slipped her engorged clitoris between my lips as I slid a third finger inside her pussy and fucked her sweetness enthusiastically. I felt her hands press against the back of my head, trapping me against her dripping snatch, as if I planned on going anywhere. I rubbed my tongue against her clit, making circles with the tip as my fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. I could hear her crying out as another orgasm approached. "OH MY GOD!!" she screamed as the explosion inside her rocked her. "OH FUCK!! I'M COMING SO HARD, DADDY!" She held my head down between her legs as she shook and thrashed on the bed. I slid my fingers out of her and greedily sucked the nectar flowing freely from her snatch. She finally released my head and fell back on the mattress. I kissed and nibbled her thighs, occasionally licking her honeyed pussy lips before I rose to my feet. She looked angelic laying there on the bed, her forearm over her eyes, sweat making her skin glisten. I sank down to the mattress and pressed soft kisses across her stomach and up to her breasts. I kissed all around the orbs, then gently sucked on one of her firm nipples. "Oh please, Daddy, stop," she cried. "If you make me feel any better, my body might fly apart." I laughed and slid on top of her, leaning in close and kissing her lips. When I pulled back, Alexa had a mile-wide smile on her face. "Did I do all right, baby?" I asked. "All right?" she said incredulously. "Are you fucking kidding? You could give Jennifer and Ava lessons, Daddy." The words were no sooner out of her mouth than a look of panicked mortification crossed over her face. I watched her face with amusement as she struggled to think of what to say next. Then I kissed her passionately until she relaxed again. "Sweetheart," I said as I caressed her face, "let's just say we'll pick this part of the conversation up again later, how about that?" She nodded her head enthusiastically, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. She gasped as I began chewing on her neck, then started dragging her fingernails up and down my back. I dragged my erect prick between Alexa's legs and started rubbing it against her hot, slick labia. Alexa moaned loudly and pushed her pelvis up, rubbing herself lewdly against my cock. "Mmmmmm, Daddy," she moaned as we continued, "I love your big, thick cock! It's going to feel so good inside my pussy!" She reached up, grabbing my face and looked into my eyes. "I need it Daddy. I need you to make me your woman. I need your big powerful cock to tear through my virgin wall and fill my womb with your hot cum. Please, please, please, fuck me, Daddy!" I pulled myself up to look at her sweet face. The eagerness I saw there, the combination of love and desire, nearly overwhelmed me. With a smile, I pressed a finger against her lips then I got up off the bed. Lexi, aka Alexa "Daddy? Where are you going, Daddy?" Alexa yelled as I walked into the master bathroom. Reaching into the closet, I pulled out two thick, dark blue towels and carried them back into the bedroom. "I figured it would be easier to throw two towels into the laundry than to explain to your mother why the brand new sheets she put on the bed three days ago suddenly had to be cleaned." "You think of everything, Daddy," Alexa giggled as she slid over on the mattress, giving me room to lay the king-sized towels next each other over the sheets. I overlapped them, hoping to avoid any fluids dribbling down on to the sheets. Alexa got up on her knees as I climbed back on the bed. We met in the middle, wrapping our arms around each other and devouring each others' mouths. My hands slid down, cupping her ass as our bodies ground together. She reached down and grabbed my cock, squeezing and stroking it, her hand gliding easily along the lubricated shaft. "Now, Daddy," she panted, breaking our kiss and throwing herself down on top of the towels. "I need you now. Please make me your woman now!" Whatever passed for reason in my mind had long since fallen away. The fire inside me was raging out of control and my only hope of quenching it was to seek release inside Alexa's hungry loins. She spread her legs before me, her glistening pink labia pouting at me. I couldn't restrain myself, ducking down to kiss her juicy peach and suck up the sweet nectar. "Oh God, stop torturing me Daddy!" Alexa cried out as my tongue slid between her folds and devoured her slit. "Give me that thick fucking cock I've been dreaming about! Give it to me now!" Slowly, I rose up until I loomed over her, staring down into her pleading eyes. Gripping my shaft, I dragged it slowly from the bottom of her slit to the top, making her gasp as I tickled her clit with the head. Sliding it back down, I pushed forward, spreading her outer lips and pressing up against the opening. "Oh, fuck, "she grunted, squirming underneath me. "I . . . can't . . . it's not . . . going in!" "Take a deep breath, sweetheart," I whispered, as she struggled. "Look at me, take a deep breath . . . hold it . . . and let it out now!" Alexa relaxed as she exhaled and the cock head slipped inside her, making her yelp . I held it there for minute, determined to cause her as little pain as I possibly could. When I saw her relaxed again, I started pushing forward. I pushed in an inch, then held it while her pussy stretched to accommodate my girth, then I pulled back and pushed in deeper. Her moans started out as a low rumble, growing louder and more forceful as I pressed deeper inside her. Finally, when I was a little more than halfway in, I felt the head pushing up against her hymen, the final intimate barrier between us. I held myself there, her tight pussy contracting and relaxing around my shaft, sending tremors shooting up my spine. I leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Baby, it's all right to stop now. I understand if you -" "Now!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around my thighs and pushing at me. "Now! Now! Now!" I covered her mouth with mine, forcefully plunging my tongue insider her mouth as I pulled back and thrust forward. I could feel my penis tear through the virgin barrier. Alexa screamed into my mouth, her cries reverberating through my head as my cock slid all the way inside her sex. I kept my mouth clamped down over hers, possessing her until her vaginal muscles relaxed and her screams died down to mere whimpers. I released her mouth when I felt her pussy start contracting and relaxing around my cock again. I watched her face, her eyes shut tight, her mouth a thin line. I pulled back and thrust forward again. She pushed back at me in response. I did it again, a little harder this time, and she met my thrust again. Her eyes fluttered open. There was a difference in them now, a new confidence. "Fuck me, Daddy," she grunted as she bucked her hips at me. "Fuck my tight, wet pussy with your great big dick!" I reared back and slammed my cock into her, making her cry out. I pinned her arms to the mattress and started hammering my cock into her. Alexa was the first virgin I'd ever deflowered and the heavenly feeling of her pulsing, dripping sex wrapped around my member was the most exhilarating high I'd ever felt. She kept thrusting with me, squeezing my cock each time I buried myself in her. Each time I filled her, I ground my public bone against her clit, making her moan and whimper louder with each thrust. My blood was boiling and I could already feel an explosive climax building. I leaned and kissed Alexa savagely, biting her lower lip as our mouths crushed together. Her arms slid around my neck, pinning me there, kissing for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I broke free. "Baby," I panted as I slammed into her yet again. "I'm almost there. Do you need me to . . . pull out?" "Come inside me, Daddy," she whimpered. "I'm totally safe. I haven't . . . mmmmmm, fuck . . . I haven't missed a day since you got me on the pill. I want all your thick, hot cum inside my pussy, Daddy! Give it to me!" "Oh God, baby, here it comes!" Her orgasm took her just a few seconds after my cock started spewing hot semen inside her. Her pussy gripped my shaft, squeezing and massaging it, coaxing every drop of cum it could get out of me until, utterly spent, I collapsed on top of her, burying my face in a pillow. I felt her soft hands caressing my back as we recovered. After a few hazy seconds, I found her lips and kissed her, long and hard. "Sweetheart," I whispered when I broke the kiss, "are you all right?" "All right?" She had a distant, glassy look in her eyes. "I'm not all right, Daddy. I'm so much more than all right. Right now, I feel perfect." Our lips met again in ideal union of love and desire, expressed in the passion of our kiss. I'm not sure how long we lay like that, but when our lips finally parted, I wished it had lasted a few seconds longer. I rolled off Alexa and she rolled onto her side, facing me. I could see streaks of drying blood and semen on her inner thighs. Some pang of conscience was probably grumbling inside me, but I wasn't listening. I was soaring, flying higher than I ever had. I was besotted, head over heels in love and I wasn't going to think about the consequences until I was forced to. "Penny for your thoughts, Daddy," Alexa said with a soft smile. "I can't believe how incredibly happy I am right now," I said, making her smile grow broader. "I thought I was happy this morning, but compared to how I feel right now, that guy this morning was an idiot." She laughed, then she reached out and caressed my cheek as I nuzzled her hand. "I'm so happy, Daddy," she said. "I was so worried that this would never happen. Then I was worried that if it did happen, you'd immediately regret it and turn away from me." "Listen up, young lady," I said, sitting up with my back against the head board and Alexa straddling my legs. "I will not ever, ever turn away from you. I love you beyond anything I can imagine." She moved forward, taking my face in her soft hands. Hot, wet kisses rained down all over my face as my hands moved to her hips. Our mouths fused and she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. She rubbed her body against me, her full, firm tits pressing into my chest. My cock twitched as her pussy rubbed against it. I couldn't believe that I could recover that quickly anymore, but Alexa seemed to be having a magical effect on me. Bowing my head, I took one of her breasts in my mouth, grabbing the nipple between my teeth and biting hard. Her back arched and she squealed as I sucked her tits. Her pelvis began grinding into my rapidly recovering penis. Her finger bunched in my hair, gripping my head tightly. She fed me her delicious bosom and I suckled greedily. Then I felt one of her hands wrapping around my newly engorged shaft and running up and down my length. "Mmmmmmmmmm, Daddy, you're already hard again," she cooed as she massaged my member with rapid strokes. "That is so fucking hot." "It's all you, sweetheart," I said before I kissed her again. "You're like magic. I feel like if you wanted me to, I could go all night!" "Oh fuck yes!" she cried out. "I want to fuck you all night long, Daddy! I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I can't walk anymore!" She leaned into me and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, then quickly pushed down, impaling herself on me, taking me in completely in one motion. She screamed as I filled her and pressed her breasts to my face, smothering me with her bosom. I felt the head pressing into her cervix. Her hot, wet sheath spasmed, tightening and releasing around my shaft. After a minute, she began moving, rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing my cock hard. I reached down and filled my hands with her firm ass cheeks, squeezing them tight as Alexa ground herself against me. She moaned her approval as she kissed me roughly, pushing her tongue inside my mouth. I could already feel the boiling sensation in my loins. I knew my orgasm was not far off. "Alexa, baby," I grunted when she pulled her mouth away, "you're going to make me come again, sweetheart." She looked at me as she worked my cock, but she didn't slow down. Her hair was wildly mussed, her face was practically glowing with perspiration. Her green eyes were lit with a look of focused intensity. She brought herself to rest, keeping my cock snug inside her sex. "Give me your hand," she said hoarsely. "What?" "Give me your hand Daddy! Your right hand! Now!" I was a little stunned by her forcefulness. She had completely taken control of me. I lifted my hand; she grabbed it and shoved my index and middle fingers in her mouth. She sucked on my fingers, sliding them in and out of her mouth as though she was sucking a cock. She started gently rocking again as she coated my fingers with saliva. She pulled my fingers out of her mouth, held them up and smiled at me. "Fuck my ass," she said. "What?" "Fuck my ass, Daddy. Stick your fingers in my asshole. Jennifer and Ava do it all the time when they eat me and it makes me come like a maniac. Please, fuck my ass Daddy!" She pushed my hand back down to her ass and I quickly found her puckered hole. She started rocking harder as I pressed my middle finger to the tight rear passage. Quickly, I felt the hole start to relax, allowing the tip of my finger to enter. Alexa purred as my finger began invading her. "Yes, Daddy," she groaned as my finger slid in to the second knuckle. "I love that so much! Put it in all the way!" I buried my middle finger in her ass and she started slamming her pelvis into me. I immediately pushed my index finger to join the other in her rectum. She kissed me hard as the index finger easily slid inside her ass. I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her butt as she kept slamming her pussy down on my cock. The erotic sensations were overwhelming. I felt her tight, young pussy strangling my cock as my fingers stretched her asshole. I tasted the sweat from her skin on my tongue and smelled the scent of jasmine from her body lotion. I listened to the stream of filthy language issuing from her sweet lips and I watched her face, contorted with pleasure. I was astounded by my love for her. "Oh, fuck, Alexa," I cried as she slammed into me again. "I'm going to come baby!" "Do it Daddy!" she yelled as I buried my fingers inside her rectum. "Shoot all your hot cum up inside me! Give it to me now!" With a feral roar, I thrust my hips, exploding and spraying semen, coating the walls of her vagina. As my cock erupted, Alexa dug her fingernails into my shoulder and howled as she got rocked by her own orgasm. We rocked in that position, fused in body and spirit., until Alexa collapsed into me, her head falling to my shoulder as she slumped against me. I slid my fingers out of her ass and bundled her in my arms, laying her down on the mattress. I put a pillow under her head and kissed her lips softly. "Hold me, Daddy," she whispered. "Of course, my love," I said. She huddled against me as my arms slid around her body. I was utterly drained but I still felt exhilarated, like every nerve ending was crackling and alive. I cradled the remarkable young woman in my arms as she purred and stroke the matted hair in my chest. "Let's get up, sweetheart," I said after a few minutes, sliding my body from underneath her. "What?" she murmured. "No, Daddy, I feel so good. I just want to lie here with you." "I know, baby," I said with a smile as I tugged on her arm. "We need to get cleaned up before we fall asleep." "Are we going to take a shower?" Her lips curled into a sexy smile, looking like she anticipated being able to go again. I chuckled to myself. "I thought we'd go down to your bathroom, sweetheart." I said as she climbed out of bed and hugged me. "That tub is big enough for the both of us. I thought we'd draw a nice hot bath, maybe a bubble bath." She smiled and kissed my lips as I took her hand. We walked down the hallway, completely naked and totally in love, until we reached her bathroom. I hesitated in front of the door. "What's wrong, Daddy?" "Um, well," I stammered. "I mean, if you want to . . . take care of any . . . you know, business before we run the bath, you could go ahead." Her eyes lit up as she erupted in high-pitched giggles. "Oh, Daddy," she said when she recovered her breath, "you just fucked the shit out of me, not once but twice and you finger fucked my asshole, too. Do you think I'm going to be embarrassed because you watch me pee?" We stood there laughing at my absurdity for a minute, then we entered the bathroom. The floor and bottom half of the walls were white and blue tile, while the top half of the walls and the ceiling were pale yellow. An extra large, claw-footed bathtub with brass fixtures stood on the right side of the room, across from the toilet and sink. Alexa smiled at me and walked over to the toilet, making a great show of lifting the cover and sitting down as I filled the tub with hot water, adding a honeysuckle scented bubble bath. I could hear Alexa peeing, even as the tub filled with water. It was a bizarre sensation. I couldn't remember the last time Marilyn or I had used the toilet while in the other's presence. "Daddy?" Alexa said. "I can't be the only one of us needing to go after all that activity." There was a naughty smile on her face and she crooked a finger at me, beckoning me to join her at the toilet. I did, in fact, have a raging need to go, but I felt oddly embarrassed about doing it in front of Alexa. Never the less, I walked over to the toilet. She was standing beside it, not yet having flushed after using it. "Why waste water with two flushes?" she said, smiling as I stepped up to the bowl. Alexa lifted the seat, reached down and grasped my penis, lifting it and pointing it at the bowl. "Alexa," I said as my cheeks flushed red, "I can handle this myself." She smacked my hand away from my shaft. "I know that, silly," she said, "but I want to feel as close to you as I can tonight and it doesn't get much closer than this. Now, relax and let it go, Daddy." That was easier said than done. We stood there for nearly a minute, Alexa with her soft hand around my firm shaft, me with my toes wiggling nervously against the tile floor and a backed up feeling in my bladder. I looked everywhere I could except at Alexa's face. "What's the matter, Daddy, can't you relax?" she whispered in my ear. "Let me see if this helps." Keeping hold of my penis, she turned my face toward hers with her other hand and gently pressed her lips against mine. After the desperation and urgency I felt in her kisses all night, the soft warmth and easy comfort of her lips now was intoxicating. Her tongue slipped between my lips easily as I sank into the sweetness of her kiss. My arm slid around her waist and we stood there, lost in each other, until the sound of my piss stream hitting the toilet shook us back to reality. "Didn't even miss the bowl," Alexa said, giggling as I released my bladder. I maintained a steady stream for close to thirty seconds before my bladder was finally drained. "You really had to go, didn't you, Daddy?" she said as she shook the last drops of urine out of me. "I guess we're lucky you didn't wet the bed." I smacked her tight ass, making her yelp loudly and laugh as we turned to the tub, which was about to spill over the edge. I dove forward, shutting off the faucet as a few bubbles dripped over the side. We laughed as I drained the tub a few inches. Alexa smiled as I stepped into the tub, wincing a bit from the heat of the water. She took my hand and carefully stepped in after me. She also recoiled at the heat of the water but I held her close, wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck and shoulders until she relaxed. "Mmmmm, Daddy," she said as I picked up a large orange sponge, soaking it and wringing out the hot soapy water over her body, starting with her shoulders. I watched the bubbly water cascade down her luscious body. Soap bubbles rested on the tops of her breasts and clung to her firm nipples. I went down to my knees, soaking her belly and her legs with hot water. She spread her legs at my urging and I gently bathed the insides of her thighs, cleaning away the dried virgin blood and semen. Alexa purred as I gently rubbed the sponge against her labia. "Oh, Daddy," she cooed, "if you do that for much longer, I'm going to come again right here and now." I chuckled and got her to turn around so I could wash her back. I dragged the sponge up and down her legs, making little bubbly waterfalls against her soft skin. Then I washed her ass cheeks, which she flexed for me, making me laugh. I spread her cheeks and slid the sponge along the crevice, pausing to massage her puckered rear hole. "I can't believe you were fingering me back there just a half hour ago," she said as I sponged her butt hole. "It kind of took me by surprise too, sweetheart," I said before I rose, draining the sponge down her back. "I have to wonder," I said as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against me, "how long you and Jennifer and Ava have been having sex behind my back?" "In a minute, Daddy," she said, turning around and taking the sponge from me. "Right now, it's your turn." She knelt down and filled the sponge with soapy water. She stood back up, wringing the sponge over my chest. Soapy bubbles clung to the hair on my chest. The heat of the water felt delightful against my skin and the honeysuckle scent was pleasant. By far, the best sensation was the beautiful young woman gently bathing me, kneeling down and running the sponge over my stomach and thighs. Finally, she grasped my penis and lovingly rubbed the sponge over it. I sighed as she caressed my balls, soaking them before she started gently stroking me, sliding her soapy hand from the base of the shaft to the bulbous head. "Baby," I whispered as she quickly brought me back to fully erect. "Shhhhh," she said as she kept stroking me. She dropped the sponge and grasped the shaft with both hands, rubbing the head across her lips for a few seconds before opening her mouth and sliding the head inside. My knees buckled as my erect cock began throbbing wildly inside Alexa's mouth. I reached out and pressed my hand to the wall to steady myself as Alexa began to slowly swallow my cock. She worked it patiently, sliding it in a little deeper then pulling it and stroking me before sliding it back in even further. Her tongue rubbed along the underside of my prick as she swallowed it. The veins in the shaft were throbbing like nobody's business. "Daddy," Alexa said after pulling me out again, "I've dreamed about this so many times. I have lain awake so many nights playing with myself, dreaming about you coming into my room and feeding me this delicious sausage." Lexi And Brittany At The Mall I had been waiting all day for the phone to ring. What if she didn't call? I'd done everything exactly like she asked. I'd driven home from her house with the vibrator still deep in my ass. I'd felt it over every speed bump, pot hole, and tiny rock in the road. I'd felt it moving in me everytime I pushed the brakes. My pussy had literally soaked my jeans where she had taken my panties away. When I got home, I bent myself over the bed and fucked myself with my fingers, as she had told me to do. Then, and only then, did I remove the vibrator from my tight asshole. I'd spent the whole morning half-heartedly working on stuff for my insurance certification and waiting for her to call. "Come on, Come on," I kept wishing at the phone. Finally, it rang. "Lexi," she said when I picked up. "Brittany, hi," I said back breathily. I reminded myself of a middle schooler waiting on that ONE special boy. I hoped she couldn't tell. "Want to meet me at the mall in say, two hours?" She asked. Oh boy did I. "Yes, I'll be there," I probably answered too quickly. "I mean, I'll be there ma'am." I added. "Mmm," she purred, "Good. See you then." I took forever choosing a dress, in case she wanted access to me. I made sure not to wear panties this time, too. I parked at the mall and headed for the main entrance to the largest store, where we had agreed to meet. I was wearing a sundress that I hoped showed off my ass. I had the vibrator from the night before in my purse. I shifted foot to foot as I waited for her. What would the day have in store? Would would she be making me do? At the latter thought I felt dampness between my legs and tried to think of something else. I didn't want a wet spot on my dress. When I saw her, my heart sank. She was wearing a business suit with a white top underneath the jacket. She was wearing navy fuck me heels with the navy blue skirt. But the problem draped off her left elbow - a baby carrier. Whose goddamn baby was she carrying? And why did she have it on our date? Would this just be a normal trip to the mall? My stomach knotted. I felt like the kid who gets coal for Christmas instead of toys. "Hey there beautiful," she winked and motioned toward the door. I dutifully opened it for her and stepped in behind her. I glared at the carrier, but there was a blanket draped over the top. I couldn't see the baby inside. There was a counter directly inside the mall door that did gift wrapping, lay away, and that type of stuff. An elderly woman was working at the counter, and a woman probably in her mid 60's was packing up her purse as though to leave. "Excuse me," Brittany asked the lady. I could hear the innocence in her voice once again. She was so good at that - no one would believe she had stuffed a vibrator into my ass and then sent me on my way last night ... I missed the lady's reply. "I was wondering if you had anywhere to.." Brittany dropped her voice and looked around as though checking for eavesdroppers, "...where I could...feed my baby?" Her baby? The lady smiled a knowing smile. "I think that breastfeeding is such a beautiful thing," she said, "I had five kids of my own," she nodded matter-of-factly. "Feel free to take my office, it's right over here." She led us behind the counter and to the end of a little hallway. I followed, feeling awkward and out of place. "I'm going home for the day," the lady said, "but if you ladies are shopping a while feel free to use the office again later. I leave it unlocked." The lady smiled again. She lifted the blanket a tiny bit to peek in, smiled, and stepped out of the office shutting the door behind us. My last hope that the basket had been empty just shattered. Brittany turned to me and smiled wickedly. My heartbeat increased, but I wasn't sure why. I glared again at the carrier. "What's wrong, you jealous?" she asked. "Yes." I admitted hesitantly. "I thought that we were ... meeting up today for ..." "For what, baby?" She asked, taking the suit jacket off. She began unbuttoning her blouse. My breath caught a little, but I knew she was getting ready for the baby and not for me. "For us to continue what we started last night," I whispered. She wrinkled her face up as though she didn't know what I meant. "What did we start?" She asked. She had unbuttoned her shirt most of the way by this point and was unclasping her bra. It was a black front closure. I found myself anticipating the moment I would see her titties popping out of it. "We..." I licked my lips, trying to stay focused, trying not to want her. She was so good at the innocent act. "I didn't get to make you cum last night. I owe you one from the theater," I said shyly. "Ah. Yes," she said in the same innocent, disinterested voice. She reached into her shirt and guided her left titty out of both the bra and the shirt. Her nipple tightened from the cool temperature in the room. Her tit was so big and round. "You can start here," she said pulling me toward her chest. "But what about..." I started to ask but she quickly put a finger to my lips. "Shh, right here baby," She whispered again, lifting her titty toward me. Her fingers on the other hand found the back of my head. I didn't resist as she pulled me down. I let my tongue wander around her areola and flick against her nipple a few times before I pulled back. "We're going to do this in front of a baby?" I questioned. I kicked myself as soon as I asked. I didn't really give a fuck as long as I got to have her. To my surprise, she started laughing. She pushed me away and went to the carrier, pulling the blanket down. The infant inside appeared to be asleep. Brittany picked it up roughly and as I was about to protest she flipped it over, flicked a switch and the thing started wriggling. It cooed, it cried every now and then, and it blinked its eyes. A toy! It looked so real! She dropped it back into its basket and turned to me. "Are there any other problems, or are you going to suck this titty?" She asked. "Yes mistress," I replied and got obediently back to work. I licked her nipple and then sucked greedily. Her titty felt as big as my face. I massaged the base with my hands while I sucked the rest into my mouth. "Ah, there you go baby," she whispered to me. "Good little girl." I felt heat accumulating between my thighs but I didn't dare stop sucking on her. I didn't mind walking around with a wet spot on my dress if I got to suck these beautiful tits. I lapped at her nipple, still massaging her titty with my hands. The nipple was so pink and hard. I moved in and suckled just the hard little bead. "What a good little girl, mommy likes that," she whispered. She transferred me slowly to the other tit, guiding my head like I was a child. I lapped at that nipple too, eager to feel it harden in my mouth. "Such a horny slut," she whispered, "do you like big titties in your face?" "Yes mistress," I said, not taking my mouth off of her titty for longer than necessary. I noticed that she was reaching into the carrier for something, beneath the blanket. I didn't turn my head to look. I was sucking her titty deeply into my mouth when she guided me down to the floor. I never stopped carressing her with my tongue, just following her lead. I ended up laying on my back with two gorgeous titties in my face. I pushed them together with my hands and tried to lick both nipples at once. I felt her breathing catch every once in a while, but she stayed quiet. "Good girl, you remembered not to wear panties today," she remarked, sitting up straight. For a second, I considered following her to keep those titties in my mouth but I suddenly remembered my place. I looked around, she had laid my dress back to view my soaked pussy. "Yes mistress," I whispered. "And you keep me so wet down there." I watched as she hooked a purple strap on to her waist. It must've been what she pulled from the carrier! "I'm going to fuck you, my little slut, while you suck my titties. Do you understand that?" "Yes, please fuck me mistress," I begged. I had been longing to cum for her since the night before. "Are you going to suck these titties like a good little slut? And take this dick?" "Yes mistress I will take anything you give me," I said, "and I would suck your titties all day long if you were to let me..." I watched them jiggling on her chest. They were so tight and round. I had never realized the size of them before. "If you stop before I pull this dick out of you, you'll be getting spanked again. I won't stop until you are so sore you can't sit for a week. Is that clear?" "Yes mistress, yes..." I moaned. She had begun to slide the big cock between my thighs, teasing my pussy with it. She slid it up and down my already soaked slit. "Mistress please fuck me, please," I begged. "Oh, I will my little slut," she said. I leaned up to stroke her nipple with my tongue, not sure if I was supposed to or not. Luckily, she didn't take it away. I drew a long moan as I licked gently around one nipple and then the other. I continued to switch rapidly back and forth. I wondered if she could get off from titty-play. It was looking like she could. I suckled her as hard as possible while she held my head to her chest with one hand. "Oh what a good little bitch you are," she moaned, "fucking good little bitch!" She adjusted the dick with her other hand and slid it deep inside me. She started rocking back and forth, thrusting herself deep insdie me. My pussy hadn't been stretched so far in a long time. My moans were stifled by the big round tits in my face - but hers continued to get louder. I glanced down and saw that the base of the cock was probably brushing against her clit each time she leaned forward. No wonder she was fucking me with such perfect rhythm, slowly increasing her speed until I was rocking my hips as fast as I could go to get her deeper inside me. I bit down on her nipple and felt my pussy explode around the plastic purple dick. She kept fucking for a few moments until her thrusts became short and erratic. I knew she was cumming too. I didn't dare release her nipple util her breath was back to normal and she pulled away to slide the cock out of me. She snapped it free of her hips and held it up to my mouth. "Clean it," She ordered. She wouldn't let me forget for a second who was in charge. I obediently swirled my tongue around the pretend cock, taking a little more into my mouth with each go. I was trying to give her a show. Instead, she stuffed it into my mouth. "I said CLEAN it you little cock slut," she laughed, pushing it deeper until I gagged on the meaty thing. I coughed as she pulled it out, but said nothing. "What a good girl," she said as she packed the cock back into the baby carrier and concealed everything beneath the blanket with the fake baby. "Let's do some shopping. That's not all I have planned for today." I sighed as she put her lovely tits back into her shirt. "Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am." I answered. Lexi and Cass Based upon the dreams, imagination, and fantasies of two lovers kept apart by the real world but united in eternity. Anonymous Author Chapter I – The Meeting of the Minds The spring of 1999 was no different that any other spring that had come and gone and graced the world in the past thousands of years. People were born and died, the temperatures slowly warmed, and life went on as most people know it. But for some reason, and without any warning, something did happen that spring that would go on to change the world as two people knew it, to open up a New World of desire and lust and love. On a balmy March Sunday, Cass was on the internet, bored, tired of working, when he stumbled across another girl in the same state who went by the name of Lexi. The usual chitchat was exchanged, and after a while, a phone call was made. And so, Cass met Lexi. They chatted about life, work, the doldrums of normal day existence, and in the end, after both of them were aroused and curious, they shared very ordinary but fun phone sex, each of them masturbating for the other, Lexi with her wet fingers and toys on her dripping wet pussy, playing with her nipples, and Cass stroking his large hard cock for her, exploding together at the end. Both were a bit surprised, but each had done it before, and before long, the call ended, life went on, and little was ever thought of the entire thing again. Things were the same for several months, and while there was the occasional e-mail and hello between the two, little was thought of the other. But that was soon to change. In the fall of 1999, again by sheer luck, Cass and Lexi ran into each other while on the Internet. Both were feeling frisky, and being in the mood, decided to once again have some fun phone sex. The call was made, and before long, each of them were quite turned on and aroused. And then it happened. Cass blurted out a fantasy, nothing that most men do not have of sharing their woman with another woman, but this became different quickly. Lexi gasped at the thoughts, and without thinking, shared her own, and it was right then that both realized they shared a love for things that many would not, that their own spouses would find appalling. It was at that moment that the two minds came together and began their trip of exploration, desire, and decadence into a world, that until now, existed only in the minds of two people…… Chapter II – Four Years Later The sun was shining as Cass pointed his car South. After four years, phone calls, and shared secrets, he was finally on his way to meet Lexi, the woman who changed his life and made him cum harder than any one he had ever known. Cass was a good looking man, standing in at just under 6 feet tall, with dark hair and dark hazel eyes, and a mischievous smile that made many a girl stop and consider him. He was well built and solid, 185 pounds, a nice chest, and strong legs from years of playing hockey. His longish hair slid down across his eyes as he drove, and his voice snag softly to the radio. This was the moment he had been waiting for since that fateful day in the fall of 1999 when he and Lexi had discovered each other on levels nobody else had ever dared tread. At last, Cass pulled into her street, and then her driveway, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear, and excitement. He had wondered what to do when he saw her, to kiss her, hug her, or simply stare. He got out of the car and walked to the door, took a deep breath, and knocked, hearing the footsteps behind the door, the turn of the lock, the crack of the door. And then she was there. Lexi, her blonde hair cradling her eyes and smile. Lexi was a gorgeous woman, a dazzling smile, and a body that many women would gladly take in a heartbeat. Her legs came up to her perfect ass, her 36C tits strained against her shirt, nipples hard from the breath of wind across the door. Her tummy showed, flat and sexy, and for a moment, they just stared, neither of them sure what to do or how to do it. Cass finally broke the ice, moving towards her, hugging her, feeling the fire grow between them as if it had been deprived for years. Lexi pulled him aside with a sigh. No words were exchanged, none had to be. The first kiss was slow and deep, tongues intertwined together, hands grabbing at each other. Cass picked her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. He sat her down, pulling her arms over her head and sliding off her shirt. Lexi did the same, but she did not take the time to take off his shirt, rather she ripped it off, her hands roaming across him, feeling, touching, wanting. Cass laid Lexi down, ripping off her bra and sucking her tits for the first time. He could not get enough. They tasted perfect, her nipples hard in his mouth, his tongue flicking over them. His hands felt for her shorts, ripping them off, amazed to feel the wetness already flowing down her legs. He kneeled beside her, and then she was naked, before him, finally his to have. She looked up at him with wild eyes and a lust that she had never felt before, begging for his touch. He stood, sliding off his shorts, his boxers, releasing his hard cock into the air. Without a word, he moved to her, kneeling on the floor, spreading her legs, and diving his face into her pussy. Lexi gasped in surprise and pleasure. His tongue worked her clit, her pussy folds, driving inside her. Cass snaked back towards her ass, teasing and eating, tasting every wet drop of her cascading down his mouth. He plunged one, then two, and finally three fingers into her tight pussy, stretching her for him, making her his to have and enjoy. He fucked her with his fingers while sucking her clit, and in an instant, she came, hard and wet all over him. He savored it, and without a word, moved his mouth to hers, letting her suck her wet pussy juices off his tongue. She devoured it, wanting more, loving her taste on him. She pushed him off her, loving the rough edge to the sex, and spread his legs. Lexi smiled, finally, his hard cock was hers to have. She began slowly, sucking him deep into her mouth, snaking her tongue around his large head. His hands were in her hair, urging her on, begging for more. She sucked deeper, harder, faster, his cock growing larger than she ever imagined. She cupped his large balls in her hands, squeezing them playing with them, listening to him moan and squirm in pleasure. One finger dipped back to his ass, sliding it in, because she knew he loved it. Her pussy was so wet again, a mind of its own as she sucked his cock. For the first time in her life, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm without even touching herself. Without warning, Cass pulled away, and turned Lexi on her back, her head over the side of the couch. He moved back to her, and the angle allowed her to swallow almost every inch of his cock. He wanted to explode now, because he knew the first time would be so good, and there would be so much more. Four years of wild thoughts poured into his head, and then, with a scream of lust and love, he began to cum, shooting large blast after large blast of hot sticky cum into her mouth. Before he finished, he pulled out of her mouth, covering her lips, chin, and tits with the remainder of his cum. Lexi sat up, pulled Cass tight, and kissed him hard, swirling his cum between them, sharing it, loving it. She rubbed her tits and pussy against him, making sure that they were both very wet and sticky and dirty. Cass and Lexi broke the kiss, pulled back, and smiled at each other. With sticky smiles and covered in each other’s cum, they had finally met. Chapter III – Plans Are Made As they lay there, smiling, content only for the moment, they discussed their plans as they held each other in their arms. The road trip would begin in the morning, a nation wide tour of anywhere they wanted to go. They would take Lexi’s car, changing the license plates and painting it a different color. The first stop would be to head west, towards California and the sunshine and beaches. As they talked about it, Cass began to get hard again, and then, for the first time, he slid inside her from behind, a small gasp escaping Lexi as she felt him bury himself to the hilt. Neither one of them moved, talking, moaning, and enjoying the feel of his cock against her wet warm skin. They knew this was the start of their new life together, and if all went to plan, their new family together. Cass whispered in her ear, decadent, dirty things they would do together. Lexi shivered in anticipation, her pussy vibrating around the large and hot hard cock buried inside her. She knew she was about to embark on a journey that would never be matched again, a journey to enjoy and explore her body and mind, to corrupt the innocent, to dominate the weak. As Cass whispered in her ear, she began to rock back against him, unable to keep herself from fucking him slowly. Cass too began to rock, and the friction became too much. Cass flipped Lexi on her back, straddled her legs, and began to fuck her deep and slow. Cass’s cock invaded her deeper than she had felt before, alive and vibrant inside her. She watched as she fucked him, loving the sight of his cock plowing into her pussy. She began to beg for more, asking to be his fuck slave, his cum whore, his choice over all others. He fucked her harder, reaching down to grab her tits. Lexi screamed with lust and began to rub her clit furiously as Cass fucked her. He flipped her onto his back, and began to pound her from behind, grabbing her hair and fucking her while he slapped her ass and made her his bitch for the night. She loved the aggression and desire, and fucked back hard against him, wanting more, wanting his cum inside her so that their family could start. She felt herself begin to cum, screaming his name as her pussy convulsed around him, hanging on for dear life as he fucked her harder and deeper and faster than ever before. Her tits were on fire, her pussy dripping, she wanted only one thing in this world and that was Cass to never stop fucking her until she died. With a roar, Cass began to cum, thrusting deep to make sure that every last bit filled her pussy. As they both felt their orgasms pass, Cass pulled his cock out and turned Lexi over, allowing her to suck her pussy and his cum off his cock. She rubbed it on her lips and tits, and pulled Cass close to her body. Without a word, each fell asleep, the passion they shared too great too allow them to stay awake. And deep inside Lexi, magical things began to happen, and as her lover slept on her chest, Lexi somehow knew that their little girl had just been born. Chapter IV – Headed West The morning arrived, and with it, they packed the car and headed out. Lexi sat in the passenger seat, smiling from ear to ear as Cass drove west, headed away from the rising sun and into a world that both had longed to enter for years. A few hours after getting started, they passed what appeared to be a young girl hitchhiking on the side of the road. Cass slowed the car, and Lexi waved her over. The girl leaned in the passenger window, probably no more than 20 or so, and asked for a ride as far as they were headed. Cass and Lexi grinned and told her not a problem, and with that, she hopped in the back seat. As they continued driving, the girl introduced herself as Heather, an out of work waitress who was headed west to see her family. She was wearing an old ratty t-shirt and ripped up shorts and it was very obvious that she had not showered in a few days. Heather told Lexi that her car had broken down, and she had decided to hitch. The night before, she had been robbed at a truck station while she slept, and decided she would just keep moving. She could not reach her family, and decided to surprise them when she finally got there. As night began to fall, Cass and Lexi huddled together and decided to offer Heather a room for the night with them. She accepted with tears in her eyes, and the three of them found a motel to crash for the night. Cass and Lexi gave heather the shower first. When she disappeared into the bathroom, they whispered excitedly about her, wondering what she looked like under the grime of travel, how she would feel if they touched her, what she would say if they tried. After a few minutes, the water stopped and the bathroom door opened. Lexi had let Heather borrow a big t-shirt and a thong, and Heather stepped out of the bathroom. It was like a new person had been born. Heather was about 5’2, with short blonde hair and amazing green eyes. Her legs stretched from under the t-shirt, and shaved smooth, they looked incredibly inviting. Heather laid down on the bed and sighed, so happy to finally be clean. Cass and Lexi smiled, and with that, Cass announced he was going to take his turn in the shower. As Cass vanished into the bathroom steam, Lexi hopped onto the bed next to Heather and they began to chat. Chat turned to love and life, and after a while, a few glasses of wine. As Cass showered, Lexi began to tell Heather about Cass, about how they fucked and sucked and licked each other, about their amazing sex life and how they were on an adventure. The combination of the talking and the wine made Heather blush, and there was no doubt it was becoming warmer in the room. Just then, Cass stuck his head out and asked Lexi to throw him some boxers. She hopped off the bed and carried them to him, and just before going into the bathroom, whipped off her shirt to flash him. Heather laughed, Cass grinned, and Lexi went to shower, leaving Heather and Cass alone in the room. Cass sat down on the bed, wearing only boxers, and could not help laughing and smiling with Heather as he felt the heat in his cock begin to rise. Heather noticed also, because the boxers were not doing much to hide his excitement. After trying to ignore it for a few minutes, Heather finally asked Cass is he was ok. He smiled, and said he could not be better, being in the company of his lover and this beautiful young girl. Such a compliment made Heather blush, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed Cass on the cheek. The bathroom door opened just then, and Lexi came out wearing only a very flimsy t-shirt and panties. She joined Cass and Heather on the bed, and the three of them began to talk and share. All three were becoming quite warm, and Lexi decided to break the ice by kissing Cass only inches from Heather. As they kissed, both Cass and Heather stuck out their hands, each of them pulling Heather in for a 3 way kiss. Heather joined without hesitation, her warm tongue dancing among them, the low moans and sighs coming from each of them. Cass broke the kiss and stood back, saying that he wanted to watch and direct. Cass made Heather sit up and had Lexi slide off her shirt to reveal her sexy little tits. They were small, like a young girl, and Lexi gasped as she reached out to touch them. Cass sat down and began to stroke his cock slowly, letting the girls go where they wanted. Lexi lay Heather back, kissing her tits, her stomach, her cheeks, her neck. Heather was enjoying it, moaning with pleasure. Lexi moved her hands lower, ready to slide off Heather’s panties when Heather all of a sudden sat up and said stop. Cass and Lexi were amazed. Here was this girl, ready to play, and now she wanted to stop. She told them she had lied about being 20, that she was really 18, and that she was a virgin. She said she would get dressed and leave. Cass and Lexi made eye contact and decided that was just not going to happen. Cass got up and shoved Heather to the bed, placing his weight on top of her shoulders so she could not move. Lexi reached in and smiled, calling Heather her little cunt slave, and she better behave or else. Lexi ripped off Heather’s panties, and before Heather knew what happened, Lexi shoved three fingers into her pussy. Heather screamed as Lexi took her virginity, plowing her fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Cass laughed, and shoved his cock into Heather’s screaming mouth, silencing her. Cass began to fuck Heather’s mouth as Lexi sucked her small tits and finger fucked her hard. When Heather tried to move, Lexi smacked her hard across her tits, shutting her up and making her lay back and enjoy being raped. Lexi walked to her bag while Cass held down Heather and pulled out a large black strap on cock. Smiling, she walked to heather and told her get ready bitch, here comes more cock that you could ever imagine. With that, Lexi slammed her cock into Heather, fucking her tight teen pussy over and over again, rubbing it raw, watching heather’s expression change from fear and disgust to pleasure as the toy began to vibrate over her small clit. As Lexi fucked her harder, Cass pulled his cock from her mouth and moved behind Lexi, shoving his dick into her from behind to form a three-way fuck chain. All of them moved in unison, each of them feeling their first climaxes build. Heather screamed first, the orgasm washing over her. Next, lexi came hard on Cass’s cock, the feelings unreal. Before Cass finished, he pulled out of Lexi and moved back to Heather. He had Lexi lay on her back and Heather mount Lexi’s cock. He then rubbed Heather’s asshole, making it wet, and without warning, slid his cock into her tight asshole. Cass and Lexi grinned at each other as they sandwiched fucked their prize for the night, taking her farther than she had ever been. her small teen tits bounced, and Lexi made Heather lean in and suck her big tits. Before long, all of them came hard, each of them cumming multiple times. Cass pulled Heather off Lexi, and watched as his cum dripped from her ass. He took some of it on her fingers, and smiled as Lexi swallowed it, sucking his fingers clean. Heather sat in the corner and began to cry. Feeling no pity, they kicked her out of the room naked, despite her begging to stay. The last they heard about Heather was her frantic cries as a large group of men enveloped her, and then she was gone. Cass and Lexi slept peacefully, their joy in their first threesome flowing through their dreams. In the middle of the night, Cass awoke and ate Lexi to a wonderful orgasm, Lexi returned the favor, sucking cock for all she was worth, heather’s pussy juices still leaving a lasting flavor. It was love and lust at its best. To be continued….. Lexi and I Lexi and Me Note: This is a work of fiction written for a sexy lady. I am real as are my past experiences. Lexi is also real. The fictional part is the situation itself. Karen and I are still together, but for the purpose of this story I thought it would be interesting to act out a fantasy where we had split up. For those who have read my diary submissions you will know I have promised a fictional piece, so here it is. Enjoy. Lexi – I hope this does you justice. I hope it's what you imagined and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Haley. ------------------- Friday 3pm Beads of water rolled down the side of the glass. Inside ice cubes clinked together, jostling for position as bubbles from the Coke rose and burst on the surface. Bright sunlight glinted off the array of bottles and glasses behind the bar. I was entranced by my drink, staring as the sunlight danced through the ice cubes which cast perfect shadows on the mahogany bar. Morgan's Place was very busy; a bustling hive of office workers discussing office politics, businessmen talking deals and secretly checking out who had the best/most expensive mobile phone, tourists gazing around at the quintessential English bar, camera in hand ready for the next shot for the photo album. Outside was no less busy. Tables and chairs from several bars and cafes merged around Quay Side courtyard next to the River Cam. I looked out at the buzz of activity outside, it was a tourist trap especially in the summer. I checked my watch for the third time even though I knew I was early. I decided to stroll outside and watch the entertainment. In this part of Cambridge the entertainment was on the river and those punting on it. Small flat boats, not dissimilar to gondolas but not as fancy, were hired to cruise up and down the river. Tourists loved the old English charm. I guess it does have a unique look, men standing at the rear of the punt, straw hat in place, raising their pole out of the water and jabbing it back down to propel the punt along the river. I watched the punts gliding along and under Magdalene Bridge. I was startled by a splash and the crowd started cheering. Someone had fallen in the water. That was always worth the wait, the crowd seemed to think so. I gazed around the courtyard, searching out her familiar face, not that I had ever seen her in person, just a photo. I was nervous and excited about our first meeting. We agreed 3.30pm, plenty of time yet to calm down and stop acting like a young teenager in love! A table became vacant in front of Henry's Bar. I sat down and pulled out my cigarettes. The nicotine went someway to soothing my anxieties. I sipped my drink and tried to relax. It had been several months since we first started our email correspondence. She had read my diary submissions to Literotica and like others had contacted me to say how much she enjoyed reading about my life. We emailed each other constantly. Little by little we developed a good freindship, sharing our thoughts, desires and problems. About a month ago she told me she was coming to England to visit relatives and would love to meet up for a drink. I admit to being apprehensive at first, having not met someone from online before but I was excited about meeting her face to face, to meet the girl behind the photo and emails I loved to read so much. I couldn't help checking my watch. I knew why I was so nervous, there were many reasons and I had to remind myself that she would also feel the same. After agreeing to meet up we both confessed at how weird it would be, how it might not go well could just be an awkward moment we would both try to forget. However, we also told each other that our nerves could just be foolish and we'd actually have a marvellous time. Only one way to find out. I leaned down to put my cigarettes in my bag. As I did so something caught my attention. A face amongst the crowd. I squinted and searched for it. After a moment it appeared from behind a crowd of tourists. It was her, wasn't it? She seemed to be looking for someone, her head moving as if searching. She was moving in my direction and appeared to have spotted Henry's Bar. The closer she came the more my heart thumped in my chest. I didn't move, just watched her walk through the crowd. Her long white skirt flowed around her like mist, she was graceful and lithe. I realised I was less than a minute away from meeting Lexi for the first time. I took a deep breath and stood up. She spotted me immediately, a wide smile appearing on her face, she waved and headed over. "Lexi!" I said. My excitement temporarily drowning my nerves. "Haley, hi!" She replied as she approached. Our eyes met, both trying to figure out how this was going to pan out. The nerves were very apparent, but so were the other million emotions. We hugged quickly, it felt so weird but amazing to touch someone who I had talked to but never met, who I had shared my innermost thoughts with but had never heard her voice. We held onto each other for a moment longer, each knowing that were crossing new territory into someone wonderful or disastrous. We parted and looked at each other again for a second. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless, so unlike my emails. She was equally silent. "Weird huh?" I stated after an uncomfortable silence. "Sure is," Lexi replied with a frown. "Would you like a drink?" I asked, thinking that was a good way to start. "Please," she replied. "Can we sit indoors, it's really bright out. I didn't bring my sunglasses." We headed to the bar. I ordered another vodka and Coke, Lexi was thirsty and requested a large chilled water. There was no shortage of tables inside, most of the office brigade were back at work and tourists always congregated outside. We found an empty table toward the rear of the bar next to a window overlooking the river. Lexi dropped her large bag on the floor and flopped into a chair with a sigh. "Much better," Lexi said after taking a large swallow of water. "I was dying of thirst. I didn't expect Cambridge to be so big." "Did you find Henry's okay?" Lexi nodded with a smile. "I had good directions. Say, this is an amazing place." I glanced around with a frown. "Not the bar! The town!" "Oh right," I said with realisation. "It's a great place to shop." "It's beautiful," Lexi stated. "Hope we have time to look around." "Sure. Did it take you long to get here?" I asked. Small talk. It seems people can only get to the next conversation area by passing through the pointless small talk zone. "Two hours, the train was filled to bursting," Lexi replied. "It's Friday, people always going somewhere on Friday." We watched a waitress place plates of mouth watering food on a table to our right. I was actually quite hungry and wondered if we had time for a bite to eat. I returned my attention back to Lexi. She was more beautiful in person. The photo's she had sent me were good but she seemed so alive and bubbly face to face. Her deep brown eyes were lively and excited, they seemed to draw me in somehow, just like her photos. "Never thought this would happen," I said. "Same here." Lexi smiled. "It's weird isn't it? But not bad?" "Not bad at all," I said. "I was nervous, still am I guess. I'm glad we met up." "Me too. Now we can talk about everything without having to wait days for a reply!" "That was half the fun," I replied. I sipped my drink, my throat was very dry. "The waiting I mean. Waiting for the reply, hoping next time I checked my inbox it would be there." "I know what you mean," Lexi replied. "I told you before that it always made my day when I saw an email from you in my inbox." We chatted about Lexi's relatives, about my family and about our online correspondence. Neither of us mentioned anything about Literotica or about my diary. It seemed that even though that was why we started emailing each other to begin with it wasn't a topic easily brought up. We ordered a pitcher of beer and talked. I grew more confident and less nervous as time went on, something we had both hoped would happen after the tricky initial meeting. I knew sooner or later my diary would come up. We would discuss it at some point, but was I ready for it? Was Lexi? By 4.30 the bar was starting to empty, there were still crowds outside and we felt more at ease with each other. It seemed that with no one around to eavesdrop on our conversation we could talk more openly. "Does Karen know you're meeting me?" Lexi asked. It had started. I shook my head. "No, she's on a weekend break in London with her mother. Big shopping trip." "I hoped to visit London," Lexi said with a forced frown. "Maybe next time. Does Karen know about me?" Again I shook my head. "No. You're my little secret." "It doesn't have to be secret," Lexi replied. "It's not like we've done anything wrong is it?" "I guess," I replied slowly. I wasn't going to tell Karen about Lexi. It wasn't that I we were going to have a wild passionate weekend together but I just didn't want an argument. "Do you feel you're cheating on her?" Lexi asked looking serious. "You read my mind," I said with a half smile. "I don't feel like I am." "Do you want to?" Lexi asked with a sly grin. "No…well…I'm not sure that…oh I don't know." I really didn't know how to reply to that or if Lexi was serious with what I took to be a proposition. "Problems?" "Yeah, kind of." I wasn't sure how to discuss this. "Me and Karen are…well it's hard to talk about it really." "Hey, it's okay," Lexi said. She placed her hand on mine and looked into my eyes. I didn't feel any bolt of electric from her touch but it did make me feel better, more comfortable and at ease. "You can say as much or as little as you want." "Thanks," I said. I was starting to feel upset now, something I hadn't expected. I didn't want to drag my relationship problems into our first meeting, it wasn't fair on Lexi. I could feel tears start to form. "We've had problems…I'm not sure what's happening and…I'm sorry…" "Stop," said Lexi, a look of concern.on her face. "You don't need to tell me anything. When you're ready okay?" I nodded. "Okay. Sorry." "Don't apologise! Just think of this is a really good email conversation," Lexi suggested. "We tell each other our problems and find solutions. Obviously neither of us look like a computer screen!" I laughed. "No, you're way more attractive than a computer screen." Lexi giggled. "So, anytime you need to chat…" "Thank you," I said with genuine feeling. "This is a bit weird, you know what I mean?" Lexi nodded. "I hope you're feeling strange like me," I said. "No offence. It's great meeting you, amazing really, and to think after all we've said to each other and now we're finally here…but…" "It just takes time doesn't it?" My turn to nod. It was all serious for a moment. Small talk over with by the look of it, time to get down to business. But what business was that? I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do anything serious with Lexi despite wanting to do so. More to the point did Lexi want to? I had no idea what her plans were. Was she just here to visit with me, look around Cambridge or did she have something more in mind? Come to think of it I wasn't even sure where she was staying! How bizarre is that? I'm sure she mentioned staying in a hotel somewhere in Cambridge, but she must have come straight from the train station to the bar without checking in first. "So are you going to show me around or do I have to kick you first?" Lexi asked. I smiled. She was more feisty in person than her emails. "Shopping?" "Sure!" I stood. "Then let's go. Do you want to drop your stuff off first?" "Oh…I haven't sorted that out yet…erm…" "No problem, we can stash it in a locker and pick it up later if you like," I suggested. I wondered about her arrangement for a moment, she wasn't making a lot of sense. "Sounds like a plan," Lexi agreed. She picked up her clearly heavy bag. We headed out into the sunshine and the throngs of tourists, weaving our way through the crowds. I pointed out various tourist sights on our way to the town, asking her if she wanted to stop and take photos or would she prefer to mingle without sticking like a tourist in awe of our quaint English town. Lexi laughed. She explained that she did indeed have a camera with her. She posed for several shots, in front of old churches, university buildings and the usual stuff. Photos to show her family was what she was looking for. Memories of her time in England. We stashed her bag in a locker and headed for the shops. We browsed them all for the rest of the afternoon, strolled around the market square, even tried an Ostrich Burger which was simply gorgeous. There was no rush, we had all day Saturday to see the sights, Lexi even expressed an interest in taking out a punt, a guided tour as neither of use wanted to attempt pushing one along! Just before 5pm we were walking through the old town, the sky had been overcast for a while although it was still sunny and humid. It was as if someone turned on a giant water pipe. I felt three large drops hit my head seconds before the clouds above dropped their watery cargo on the city. People were running for cover, dashing to shop entrances, hiding under market stall shelters and getting in each others way. Lexi and I were in the open, we looked around for shelter and hurried down the street hoping to duck inside a shop, but in seconds we were drenched. I have never known it to rain so much so quick. The rain was coming down so fast it was bouncing off the street cobbles. After a few minutes we sprinted into the market square. I pointed to a souvenir stall, Lexi made it but there were so many people caught unawares that there was no more room for me. I cast about for the nearest place, a t-shirt stall opposite looked emptier so I rushed under the tarpaulin cover. I wiped water from my face and out of my eyes and glanced across the small avenue at Lexi to make sure she was okay. Next to me an elderly lady held a box of tissues in my direction. "Dry yourself dear, you'll catch your death." "Thank you," I replied. I dabbed water from my face and considered calling Lexi across to me but on second thoughts she would only get even wetter, if that was possible. All around us people we shaking water off their clothes, hardly anyone wore a coat or waterproof clothing. It was summer after all. You dressed for the heat and if it rained…well, you got wet. Water gurgled around my feet as a small river ran past and into a drain. I looked over at Lexi and shrugged theatrically. "English weather," I offered as an excuse. "Sorry." "It's fantastic!" Lexi called across. "Your pretty friend is barmy," said the elderly lady next to me. "First visit to England," I stated. "She's American." "Like I said," said the lady shaking her umbrella. I shrugged. Old folk, always moaning about something. There was a blinding flash above us, and even though no one could see the sky we all knew it was a massive lightning bolt. Some seconds later the air around split open like a giant clearing its throat. Flashes of lightning and deep roaring thunder boomed across the city as its occupants huddled under shelter. Lexi was chatting away to the owner of the souvenir stall she was hiding in. I watched her for a while trying to follow the conversation but the thunder made it impossible. After a minute I stopped listening to their voices and stared at Lexi. Her long white skirt, once flowing in the warm gentle breeze, was now stuck to her tanned wet legs. Its material had turned see-through in the wet and I could see the outline of her pale blue knickers stretched across her bottom. I caught myself staring and tore my eyes away, not that I didn't want to look but it wasn't appropriate. There was a squeal and part of the tarpaulin roof above the souvenir stall collapsed under the weight of the water. It cascaded over three people, hitting the cobblestones with a large wet smack. Lexi wasn't in the immediate area but she caught some of the splash-back, gluing her skirt tight against her legs. She caught my eye and shook her head. She was smiling in delight. Whatever she had hoped for in her visit to Cambridge it wasn't this. But she didn't look at all angry, more amazing and thrilled. The souvenir stall guy seemed intent on selling at least one item to each of his half drowned refugees and Lexi was a perfect target with her American accent. This time I didn't stop myself from staring. Her white vest top was soaked and clung to her like a second skin. I wasn't aware if anyone else was staring like me but I couldn't help it, she was magnetic. The swell of her breasts under her vest, the tanned skin visible through her clothes, the thought that even though she was practically naked even when dressed had started to arouse me. I blinked and realised I was similarly soaked through myself. My beige ¾ length tracksuit bottoms were drenched although didn't show quite the amount of skin detail as Lexi's clothes did. My t-shirt was indeed wet, I lifted it away from my skin in an effort to reduce the amount my bra was showing underneath. I glanced back to Lexi who was still in the thrall of an English market stall sales manoeuvre. Something nudged my ribs. It was the elderly lady. "She's a real pretty one, that girl," the lady said. "Uh-huh," I said. "Wet too." "Aren't you the lucky one," said the lady. "What?" I replied without thinking through her comment. "I was just saying that you're very lucky," said the lady. She adjusted her plastic rain hat and squinted at the rain cascading over the rim of the tarpaulin above us. "Lucky to be with such a fine young lady." "Oh but we're not…she and I aren't…she's just a…" The elderly lady turned slowly and gave me a knowing look. "You say it so well my dear. Said it all there." "I don't get you," I said feeling my cheeks flush. "Dear, I might be old but I'm not stupid," he lady said quietly as she leaned toward me. "It might not be love but…infatuation? Lust? All the same thing." I was shocked. I stared at the lady who I estimated to be around 60 years old. She wore a pale blue anorak, sensible shoes and carried a large paisley bag probably filled with groceries from the market. She was a stereotypical English pensioner out doing her shopping. "What's wrong dear?" she asked me, a twinkle in her eye. "You think I'm too old to see that sort of thing? Pah! I was young once too you know. I know what it's like when emotions rule the brain." "Sorry," I mumbled as if I had offended the senior citizen without saying much at all. "I just…" "Just thought I was an old women more interested in knitting and drinking tea than anything else?" she questioned, a smile lingering on her lips. "I hate knitting, it's for old people. Tea is nice on a cold morning. I like cherry coke actually." "Good for you," I said with a smile. "I'm still young enough to realise there's a world outside my pension book and Bingo on a Wednesday afternoon," she stated. "The world seems filled with beautiful, sexy people." I gaped in astonishment. "Shocked you again dear?" she said, her smile wider now. She seemed to be enjoying this. "It's true isn't it? Porno on TV, half naked people everywhere, girls and boys and girls and girls all together like it's going out of fashion. I don't keep up with fashion much these days but I know what it is." "You're…pretty cool," I said, finding my voice box still worked. The old lady seemed to consider this. "Maybe I am dear. I do have satellite TV. I have DVD player and PC too. I know all about the internet so there's not much I haven't seen." "Not surprised," I said. "Not on the internet." Lexi and I "I was also young and carefree like you," she continued. "I had my fair share of experiences, good and bad. Would you be shocked if I said that if I were you I wouldn't let a good opportunity slip away?" she nodded in Lexi's direction. "I'm not shocked, not anymore," I added. "You do know she's a girl?" "I'm not blind," snapped the lady. "She's a girl, so what? Like that should make a difference. These days it's all the rage to like that sort of thing isn't it? I know what you're thinking." "You do?" I asked, feeling the conversation becoming weirder by the second. "Certainly," said the lady confidently. "You're thinking: What does an old lady know about young people or anything fashionable? Close?" "Well…yes actually." "I don't blame you really," the lady replied with a deep sigh. "I am old now. But when I was younger…well I don't need to draw you a picture do I?" I was surprised by this revelation. "Really?" I asked. "With another…" She nodded. "Yes. We were in love. It could have been lust just as easily but I prefer to remember it now as love. We were in our twenties, both married to RAF pilots and spent a lot of time on our own. Well I'll let you fill in the blanks dear." "Wow," was all I could say. "Yes indeed," she replied. "So here we are. You lusting after that pretty thing over there and all I can see is a sad face over here." "It's…complicated." "Ah, first time?" the lady said. "Not exactly, well not for me anyway," I said still amazed at the conversation I was having with an elderly stranger. "Are we even talking about the same thing here?" The lady nodded and said nothing. Thunder crackled overheard again. "I'm…well I have done…that before. I'm just not sure about this…about her." "Lover trouble," the lady said as she rummaged inside her shopping bag. I was shocked again at how insightful this elderly lady was. "A tangle of lies and deceit. No easy answer." "There is," I said suddenly feeling like I need to defend myself. "We're not together now, not us two I mean," I said acknowledging Lexi. "My…um, friend and I aren't together anymore. That seems simple enough to me." "It does, doesn't it?" replied the lady. "So why the anguish?" I thought about that. Why was I agonising over something so simple. Karen and I were not together. We were over. The fight a few weeks ago had proved it. So what was my problem? I shook my head in confusion. "I don't know," I said after a moment. "Take this," the lady said. She handed me a flyer. "Someone pushed this at me in the Mall earlier, might be what you're looking for." I examined the flyer. - Party In The Park July 2005. Top Bands. Fireworks. – All Weekend Event. Campsite Located Jesus Green – Main Stage Midsummer Common… I smiled and glanced at the lady. She was gone. I looked all around but she had disappeared. In the distance I caught site of her pale blue anorak as she turned around a corner into Market Street. I stared back at the flyer. I had barely enough time to think before Lexi was stood next to me with a large smile on her face and plastic bag in her hand. "Gifts," she said proudly. "For my family." I looked passed her and noticed the rain has eased off, people were leaving their shelters. I looked down from Lexi's beautiful face to her chest and then tore my eyes further down to the flyer in my hand. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing," I said with a smile. "Come on, let's get going." "Where?" Lexi asked as I grabbed her hand and led her through the market. "You'll see!" I giggled. Through the maze of streets and streams of people I led Lexi, looking for the right shop. I knew I had seen it somewhere, but where? I stopped and took my bearings then tugged on Lexi's hand again and took off down a side street. "What's White Mountain?" Lexi asked, clearly puzzled. "A good idea," I said and pulled her inside. It didn't take too long to find what I was looking for, although Lexi looked more and more baffled by the second. I paced around the shop grabbing items I needed, then before Lexi could say anything I had paid and we were back on the street. "What gives Haley?" she asked. "You've just bought a load of camping gear!" I handed Lexi the flyer the old lady had given me. I waited patiently while Lexi read through it. She looked at me with a mixture of expressions fighting for leading position on her face. "It'll be fun," I said, suddenly wondering if I had just made a huge mistake. "They have one every year, it's supposed to be pretty cool." "We're going camping?" she asked. "Yes!" For a moment Lexi said nothing. I couldn't force her into it. If she really did have a hotel booked then my plan was looking very foolish. If she didn't, as I suspected, then I hoped she would be up for a good evening of music and excitement. Whatever my feelings for Lexi were I hoped they would be returned, and if they weren't then at least we would have a good time anyway. "Wow," Lexi said without the passion I had. "You don't want to?" I asked. "It's okay if you don't…I just thought…" Lexi took my hand in hers. "I'd love to share a tent with you." Her smile broke across her face and she laughed. I felt a swarm of relief wash through me. I sighed and gripped her hand. "So what are we waiting for?" she asked. "Let's go already! I need to get my bag!" ------------------- Jesus Green looked like tent city by the time we arrived. The grass was shining from the rain and the evening sun filtered through trees around us. We could hear the music filtering through the trees from Midsummer Common as we search for a spot to put up the tent. We found an isolated spot away from the main tent crowd. Lexi pointed down a slight slope to a hidden space between a copse of Weeping Willows. It was perfect. Secluded but not too much to feel alone and vulnerable. A path led along the river the other side of a fence although we didn't spot anyone taking an evening stroll as we assembled the tent. It was an ideal spot. I pulled out my mobile phone. I had better put in a call to my mother and let her know where I was and that I was with friends. She seemed a bit annoyed at not having been told earlier but she was cool about it, told me to safe and all that. In a matter of minutes we were laying inside our tent. I'd purposely bought one of those easy to build dome tents with room for 3 people. Lexi loaned me a change of dry clothes and quickly dressed, I tried to keep my eyes from wondering but I caught glimpses of her tanned body. We unrolled sleeping bags and pillows, unzipped the front flap of the tent and lay starting at the high grass that surrounded us. "This is fantastic Haley," Lexi said. She turned to look at me. "You're full of surprises!" All of a sudden she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. For a second I tasted her but it was over before it started. "Sorry," she said quietly looking away. I was silent for a moment. Then I reached up and turned her face toward mine. "Don't apologise, please," I said and placed my lips against hers. This time our kiss lasted longer. My heart was pounding in my chest as our soft lips slid against one another. The scent of her perfume still lingered on her skin despite the rain. We parted and started into each others eyes. "I've wanted to do that since we met," I said. "But I wasn't sure…" "Do you remember my emails," Lexi asked me. "What I said in them?" I nodded. I was excited and nervous at the same time. It was like my first time with Karen all over again. "I remember." "I still want to," Lexi said. "You know what I mean?" "I do too," I said. My voice was barely a whisper. "But…" "I know. Karen." "No," I said quickly. "Well yes and no. I need to tell you about it." "You don't have to," Lexi said. "I want to be with you Haley, so bad it hurts. But I don't want you upset. I want to be friends always and I hope neither of us would do anything to jeopardise that." "I won't," I said confidently. "I need to be honest with you, it's only fair isn't it?" "Then if you want to tell me about it, you can," Lexi said. "I will, I promise." "May I…?" Lexi leaned toward me. I didn't have to answer. Our lips met again, this time our mouths parted, our tongues playing gently, exploring slowly. I could feel my heart racing. I was becoming more and more aroused each second. I felt her hand on my side, sliding up toward my arm. She pulled me close to her. I felt the weight of her breasts press against mine. The closeness of our bodies was simply heavenly. All that has happened to me in the last 18months this had to rate as one of the most perfect moments. When we parted it felt like I was being dragged awake from a great dream I didn't want to end. We shared a smile and then I suggested we at least check out the music and find something to eat. The stage was huge. There was already a large crowd jumping up and down as The Black Eyed Peas got the crowd cheering loudly. We strolled over to the bar in the pavilion, ordered a pitcher of lager and chatted to a few people on the table next to ours. We danced to The Darkness, Bootleg Beatles and made a circuit of the side shows and attractions around the perimeter. One pavilion had a long bar, lots of people and a DJ mixing dance music. It was dark, strobe lights hung from the pavilion vaulted ceiling. We knocked back a few drinks at the bar then took a seat on a couple of hay bales around the edge of the dance floor. In the darkness I searched for Lexi's hand and held it gently. She gave me a gentle squeeze back. On our way out of the pavilion some time later we ended up in a throng of happy people heading in the same direction, the last act of the night was on the main stage. Lexi was pressed up against me, her breasts pushing against mine, she grinned at me. I leaned toward her, slipping my arm around her waist allowing my lips to find hers. In the flashing lights we kissed. I felt her hands travel down my back to my bottom where they gently cupped each cheek. I slid my tongue into her mouth and moaned, she didn't hear it over the noise but I felt the hum of her mouth when she moaned back a second later. I had my hands on her bottom. It was almost 1am when we strolled back through tent city. People were sat around chatting and laughing with one another. Lights twinkled around us, the smells of burgers sizzling hung in the air. My thoughts were focussed on Lexi, on the kisses we had shared, on the feel of her body against mine. No one had disturbed our sanctuary and we collapsed on the grass just outside the tent. It was dark but the glow from the festival was enough to see by, just. I passed Lexi a Bicardi Breezer and decided it was time to tell her about Karen. "We split up," I said suddenly. "Karen and me." "I thought it was just…" "No. We had a few fights, no one's fault really," I said. "I didn't want things to end, neither did she. Difference of opinion on too many things." "Haley I'm sorry," Lexi said with true concern. "But reading your dairies online, you always seemed so in love." "We were," I said quietly. "I thought we were." Lexi shuffled over and hugged me tight. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I think so," I replied. "I don't know why but I always knew it wouldn't last forever. Maybe it was my fault for thinking like that." "You shouldn't think like that," Lexi said. "Won't do you any good." "I know." I sipped my drink. "I'm not as upset as I was but it still hurts." "Do you think it's worse because she was a girl?" Lexi asked. "That you had opened yourself up to something new?" "Maybe…probably. I don't really know." "Would you see her again?" Lexi asked. "I don't know. I don't think I could go back and be with someone who had given me so much happiness and then so much pain." "So what's next" "No idea," I said shaking my head. Was she talking about relationships here or our current situation? God, why did I always confuse things with so much thinking? "Even if I do meet someone new I wouldn't know if it's because I'm the rebound from Karen or if I genuinely like them." "Are you on the rebound?" Lexi asked. "It's just that…you know…" she pointed at the tent. I understood her meaning. "You're different," I said. "I've known you for months now, if you get my meaning. I'm not about to go jumping into bed with you because I'm starved of sex after not being with Karen." "You put it so well," Lexi said sounding a little annoyed. "I'm so glad you don't want to jump into bed with me. That makes me feel wanted in a big way." "Sorry, Lexi. I'm not making much sense am I?" I said to her. "I didn't want you to think that I had agreed to meet you this weekend because I needed to sleep with you, with anyone. I didn't want you thinking I was just using you. Especially since I never really told you much in my emails." "I do ask too many questions," Lexi said. "Sorry. I know what you meant. It felt like something was bothering you which is why I kept asking you." "I know. It's okay, really," I said and patted her leg. "We're friends." "Friends?" "Well…it can be more but…" Oh crap. Where was this going? I'd started something I couldn't finish. Lexi was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to give her straight answer. "I meant that if you wanted to…well go further…or do something more…er…" "I'm glad you're not upset with me, Haley," Lexi said covering up my embarrassed rambling. "I was so worried. You're last few emails were odd, I had a feeling something was wrong." "Sorry about that," I said. "I didn't know how to tell you or even admit it to myself enough to talk about it. And I haven't been keeping up to date with my emails." Lexi laughed quietly. "Me neither. I think about you so much. I hated it when we didn't talk for so long. I missed your emails." "Missed yours too, my fault, sorry." Lexi slapped my leg. "Don't apologise!" "Sorry…oh…" We both burst out laughing. I wasn't feeling sad, just reliving old memories especially bad ones wasn't easy. "You know, I always thought about you every night," Lexi told me. "Just before I went to sleep. Of course I'm usually caressing my body when I'm thinking about you…my turn to apologise now, sorry. I just want to be honest, that's okay isn't it?" "It's a good policy," I said. "And since we are being honest I want to say that I've done similar things. Usually sat in front of computer writing an email to you, wondering what you look like and what you would be wearing when you read it. And reading your emails…you always find the right words to excite me. My hands wonder too." "I love knowing that I turned you on," Lexi said. Her wide eyes shone in the murkey light. "And that you liked what I wrote. I'm so glad that you don't mind me writing about what I do when I read and think about you and….and I…" "Please don't be shy, Lexi," I said. "We can be open with each other." "I loved telling you about how I was touching myself, how I pleasured myself with my fingers," she said quickly. "And wishing it was you touching me." I smiled. "Is that what you want?" I asked her. She looked at me as if I had asked to work out some ground breaking new mathematical formula. I stared back. I wondered how I would react to her naked body, how it would feel to see her undress before me. I had thought of what it would be like to touch her skin, to feel it under my finger tips as I explored every inch. Lexi stared at me and bit her lip. She looked uncomfortable and not sure of how to word her answer. I stood abruptly and headed inside the tent where I picked up a low voltage night light. I hung it on the X section at the top of the dome so it hung down a little. It wasn't enough light to cast shadows or show anyone outside a bightly lit puppet show, even it's name MoonLite Torch said it all. I laid on my right side and gestured for Lexi to join me. She shuffled inside and wriggled until she was comfortable, propped up on her elbow facing me. The faint glow of the MoonLite captured her expression of anxious energy and uneasiness at the situation. "Yes," she said quietly. "I want that. I want you to touch me, to touch my body." She looked nervous now even though her eyes shone with excited anticipation. "You'd be my…it would be first time with another girl." "I've only been with one," I told her. "The first time was nerve wracking. I was worried about what it meant to me, I panicked about my feelings and… "I'm so glad we share our thoughts!" laughed Lexi. "AND I enjoyed it at the same time!" I finished. I closed the few inch gap between us and kissed her quickly, feeling her warm lips touch against mine before pulling away just as fast. "Huh!" Lexi said with fake pout. "That's not very nice." I chuckled and looked into her eyes. Something hit the side of the tent and we glanced out through the tents entrance into the darkness. It was starting to rain again, not as heavy as before, only a light shower. We listened to the sound of water splash against the leaves of the trees above us, dropping onto the ground around us and the tent. "So what do we do now?" Lexi asked me and shook her head as soon as the words had left her mouth. "Sorry. I ask too many questions. It's a habit." "But a nice one," I said. "What do you want to do?" "I want to be with you, Haley," she stated. "Will you undress for me?" I asked her. "I want to see you." Lexi nodded. "Yes," she said quietly. She moved and sat on her knees. Keeping her eyes fixed on me, her hands slowly moved to shrug off her Adidas fleece. She bent forward and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, avoiding hitting the MoonLite above her. She dropped the t-shirt and smiled nervously as my eyes wondered over her body. Her large smooth breasts were held in place by a white lace bra. Lexi tugged her skirt down behind her, sat on her bottom and pulled it down her legs, dropping it to one side. I stared in wonder as she returned to her kneeling position, legs slightly apart. Her lacy thong matched her bra and the stark white accentuated her tanned skin. Her light brown, blonde streaked hair fell around her shoulders, brushing gently against her skin as she moved. "Shall I?" she asked, her hands reaching behind her back. "Please," I said. "Take it off. Let me see you." She unclipped her bra. I watched her chest rise and fall as her breathing became deep and laboured, her passion seeming to rise steadily as she undressed for me. It was clear she was nervous and excited. Her breasts fell forward with a slight bob and bounce as she pulled her bra clear. She smoothed her hands quickly down over her breasts. My gaze shifted and travelled down her body, noticing the bikini tan lines. Her breasts were bigger than mine by a considerable amount, tipped with dusky pink areolas and dark pink nipples which were becoming erect. I guessed it was partly due to her excitement and due to the breeze coming in through the open tent. I was so close to moving toward her and letting my hands wander all over her body and my lips seek out hers. It's silly to say but it felt as if her breasts were calling to me begging them to be adored and caressed. "More?" she asked me. Her fingers rested on the waistband of her knickers. I shook my head slowly. "Do you want me to join you?" Lexi nodded. "Yes," she said. Then more urgently: "Yes please. Show me your body, I want to see you." I shifted into position, kneeling in front of Lexi. I copied her actions, removing the FCUK vest top she had loaned me and chucking it aside. I didn't want to appear wanton in any way as if I was uncaring of her feelings over it being her first time, and all I wanted to do was have sex. I was nervous too, questions in my head wouldn't leave me alone. Were we doing the right thing? What would it seem like tomorrow or next week when she's returned home? Was I prepared to go through with it? Was she? Lexi and I I continued to undress, removing the denim skirt she had loaned me and then my socks. I sat before her and slowly removed my bra revealing my breasts to her. I felt the warm evening breeze on my skin, my nipples stiffening immediately. Her eyes roamed over my body as mine did on hers I turned and zipped up the flap on the tent so it was closed, wrapping us in our cocoon and shutting out the rest of the world. This was our private sanctuary where our bodies would make the rules based solely on our emotions, leaving any rational thought outside. I motioned for Lexi to lay down on her sleeping bag beside me. We faced each other, so close but still not yet touching as if there was an invisible barrier between us. "You're beautiful, Lexi," I said in hushed tones. I watched her smile widen. "Are you okay?" "Yes," she whispered. "Bit nervous." "Honestly, me too," I said. "Feels weird," she said. "I'm alone when I'm naked, even at the gym it's just a routine but here it feels…I don't know…" "Erotic?" I asked and saw her nod. "Very," she replied. "I'm so turned on Haley, you wouldn't believe." "I am too, Lexi," I told her. "Can I touch you?" she asked. I nod. Lexi hesitated for a moment then lifted her right arm and moves it above me. So gently her fingertips touch my ribs, then her hand presses down and she slides it down toward my hip and back up again to my arm. I snuggle closer to her placing my arm around her. My hair is spread out and I notice Lexi's golden streaks, splashed across her pillow like a beautiful woosh of paint on canvass. I feel her leg slide between mine, nestling for position. Lexi's hand moved up along my arm to my neck and my hair. She ran her fingers through my hair and looked deep into my eyes. I move forward slowly, closing the small gap between our faces, I feel her soft supple lips touch mine. I felt a shiver run through me as Lexi pushed her lips back against mine. Even though we both sensed the urgency we held back, enjoying a perfect moment, soft and sensuous. Beautiful. I toyed with her hair, feeling it's thick luxurious texture between my fingers. She squirmed in my embrace and moaned, the vibrations passing from her mouth to mine. I felt her tongue pass between my lips, hot and moist, I reached out with my own, toying with her, flicking my tongue over hers in a playful yet slow and gentle almost massaging manner. The hum of her voice excited me as she sighed. Our legs moved, sliding back and forth as our skin began to tingle. Our hands smoothed up and down each others bodies, caressing each others skin. Lexi moved her hand up to my face, cupping it, as if holding it for fear of it melting away. She shifted away, letting it roam down my arm, along the side of my breast and over my waist where it smoothed back and forth on my thigh. I followed, her skin so soft and tender. My finger tips lingered on the swell of her breast for a moment before travelling lower. Outside the rain started to pour harder just as our kissing became more passionate. I leaned back a little showing my breasts to Lexi. Her fingers touched them one at a time, exploring and dragging them around my nipples, teasing them with a quick squeeze making me moan softly. Lexi tilted her shoulders away from me, opening her breasts up to me. I stared at her tan lines, the whiteness of her breasts compared the tanned skin. I cupped them with my hand, feeling their soft weight, making her shiver and groan. I pinched and circled my fingers around her nipples. I turned my head to kiss her again, her tongue clashing with mine. We parted and she held her breasts for me. I leant down, my tongue eased across her skin, circling her nipple before sucking it between my lips, feeling its hardness with my tongue. Lexi gasped and shivered from my touch. "Haley…oh…yes…" she sighed. "…feels so good…" I suckled on her nipples, moving from one to the other, making her moan and push up against me. She pushed me back and leaned over reciprocating, her hands on my small breasts, her tongue licking tentatively at first then taking my nipple between her lips. The hot sensation of her moist tongue flicking across my nipple, back and forth in her mouth, made me moan. Our excitement is grew steadily. Our breathing became deeper and more passionate. I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. My fanny was damp and Lexi could feel it on her thigh as it ground back and forth. She moved her hand away from my nipple down to my stomach until it found my knickers. It hovered over them for a moment before rubbing me slowly through the fabric. Her palm pressed against my fanny, then put slight pressure on my sensitive clit. I bowed my head, taking her nipples in my mouth once again as her fingers explored below. A minute later Lexi dipped under the waistband of my knickers and headed inside. Your fingers ran through my pubic hair. I took a deep breath as if trying to control the uncontrollable emotions welling inside me. Lexi eased a finger between my soft wet fanny lips. I shuddered at the touch. "Oh…yes…Lexi…" "Is that okay?" she asked. I murmur my agreement. "Mmmm…yesss." She pushed a finger inside me, so slow and careful. Moving in and out, my fanny clenching her finger drawing it deep inside me. I moved my hand down her body pausing at the top of her knickers before pushing under to move through her pubic hair and along her lips, finally inserting a finger between her wet slit, moving up and down the length. I pressed up, letting my finger glide inside Lexi as she heaves her body against mine, shivering and shuddering a little as the new sensations thrill her. We fingered each other for a minute then realised we need to remove the last of our clothes. We tugged down each others knickers, becoming completely nude to each other for the first time. We began to masturbate each other, building up a steady rhythm, pushing our fingers inside each other. "Haley…deeper Haley…faster…" Lexi groaned. Inside her I push a second finger, filling her up. Her fingers find my clit, rubbing it gently, slipping over its wet hard nub. "Oh…yes Lexi…just there…" I cried out. "…yes…faster Lexi…" I speed up my thrusts inside her, using my thumb to rub against her clit. Her juices were soaking my hand and her body writhed against mine. I wasn't going to last very long, the passion was too much. It doesn't take much longer for Lexi to reach her climax. She starts to shudder against me, crying and moaning. "I'm close Haley…so close…please do me deeper…" she breathed in ragged gasps. "…make me cum…I want you…need you to make me cum…oh…" I felt her fanny twitch and she strained against me. My fingers still moving inside her as she climaxed. All at once my own orgasm exploded. "God! Urgh…yes Lexi…I'm cuming too…love your fingers…oh yes…inside me…please…finger me now! Hard! Oh yessss…" We shook and ground our bodies against each other as we both came together. Long moments we trembled, lost in each other, lost in our own pleasurable sensations. Finally after what felt like a life time we collapsed and our breathing slowly climbed down from what seemed like a marathon sprint to a gentle stroll. Lexi sought out my lips, kissing me tenderly, my fingers were still inside her, I twitched them making her jump then removed my hand and hugged her. I felt a trickle of sweat roll between our hot soaked bodies and we looked into each others eyes. I don't know how long we lay there for in the silence with the rain beating down on the tent, but it felt like hours. It was as if neither of us wanted to speak for fear of puncturing our bubble of ecstasy. Eventually I watched her eyes close and I felt mine lowering. I sighed and snuggled up against her, realising her hand was still between my legs cupping my fanny. ------------------- Muted sunlight filtered through the tent when I opened my eyes. I blinked glanced around, we hadn't moved at all during the night, we lay next to each other, naked. My arm around her waist, her hand still between my thighs. Iooked at Lexi's sleeping face. It was innocent, pure and I could have watched it all day but she opened her eyes a few minutes later. She jumped a little when she saw where she was, then smiled. "Hi there," I said softly. "Sleep okay?" Lexi nodded. She trembled and I realised there was a chill in the air. I glanced down then dragged the sleeping bag over us. "Are you hungry?" I asked her. "Starving!" she replied and yawned. "I'm going to pop out and get some provisions," I told her. "You okay to stay here for a little while?" "Sure," she said. She frowned. I felt her fingers twitch between my thighs. "Oh…sorry…I must have…um…" I parted my thighs and she removed her hand. "It's okay," I said. "Felt kinda nice actually." Lexi smiled uncomfortably. She rolled onto her back and stared at the tent above her. "It has stopped raining then," she said after a moment of silence. "Sometime in the night," I said with a shrug. I sat up and climbed to my knees because that's the best you could do inside a tent so small. I turned to face Lexi then stretch my arms up. I wasn't as stiff as I thought I might be having laid on the ground all night. I enjoyed the feeling of showing Lexi my body, it gave me a thrill knowing she was looking at it even though we had been more than intimate only several hours ago. Lexi stared at me for a moment, her own body covered up snug beneath the sleeping bag. I pulled on my t-shirt and now dry tracksuit bottoms. "I won't be long, okay." Lexi nodded again and rolled onto her side. I grimaced, unexpectedly feeling as if something wasn't quite right with the situation. I picked up my purse and opened up the tent. It was marvellous morning, clear blue skies and the smell of wet grass invaded my nose. I could hear ducks quack on the river not more that 10 feet away. I crawled out of the tent and zipped it back up. I headed for the nearest supermarket. As I walked along the path toward Magdalene Bridge I re-ran last nights events in my head. I was amazed at her passionate Lexi had been. I'm not sure I was that way when I was first with Karen, sure I was excited and turned on but nothing like Lexi had been. She had seemed nervous but that was okay. I hadn't pushed her. I allowed her time and space to be comfortable with her feelings and the situation. I hoped I hadn't rushed her or made her feel awkward. Something about her behaviour in the tent bugged me. Was it regret? Embarrassment? Oh no. Was she doing what I had done the first time? Was she ashamed of her actions? I so hoped she wasn't. Besides it wasn't as if she had much to be ashamed of, it was cool these days to experiment. So what if she had had sexual contact with another girl? It wasn't a big deal anymore. In the supermarket I grabbed a large bottle of water, toothpaste and brushes, diet coke and a few others bits. Subway was empty when I ordered two bagels. As I strolled back down the path I was worried about Lexi. If she was indeed feeling bad about what she had done I wasn't sure what to do. How would I handle it? Oh dead, maybe we had made a big mistake. I unzipped the flap on the tent and dropped the bag on the floor. The tent was empty. I stared. Lexi was gone. I felt my stomach knot up tightly. It was worse than I had thought, she must have been more than just upset over last nights events. "Shit," I said to myself. "She's gone." Hang on one second. I had jumped to an unsupported conclusion. I noticed her bag was still inside, some of her clothes on the floor. I sighed and frowned, so where could she have gone? It was then that I noticed I small note taped to the MoonLite hanging from the ceiling. I opened it up. Haley, Sorry. I'm confused. I need some time. Please don't be upset, I couldn't bear that. I just need some space for a while to figure things out. Sorry about earlier, I wasn't feeling very talkative. I hope you will understand. Lexi. I dropped it on the floor and slumped inside the tent, stunned. A melancholy feeling swept over me. I should have expected something like this to happen. I had been her first time with another girl, the first time she had explored the body of another female. I shouldn't be upset with her but pleased that she was at least thinking about her feelings and coming to terms with what we had done together. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out the leaf of papers I had printed off before leaving the house the day before. They were copies of some of the emails Lexi had sent me. I don't know why I had printed them out, reassurance maybe. I glanced through them, smiling at some of her words and expressions. She was full of life, her words seemed to spring off the paper in an excited rush as if they all needed to be read at once. I placed them on the floor of the tent then stood and zipped up the flap. Heading toward tent city I hoped to spot Lexi and see if she was ready to talk 9.30am and it was already warm and it appeared that the day was going to be long and hot. I watched people crawling out of their tents, looking around, knocking back headache pills to combat hangovers. After a stroll to the main stage and back I felt at ease with my thoughts about Lexi. I wasn't upset at all. If she told me she had made a mistake I would support her, understand her wishes and if she wanted I would discuss anything with her. The tent was open when I arrived. No sign of Lexi. I slowed down, wary of someone uninvited may be inside. I stepped quietly around a tree and looked inside. It was empty. That didn't make any sense. Her bag was still there but had anything else been moved? I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. She had her money and passport in her bag didn't she? "Fuck it!" I cursed loud. I kicked a log aside. Some bastard had stolen her stuff. What sort of cheap ignorant moron would do something so low? I was disgusted. Then I noticed that the leaf of papers I had left were now gone. A thief wouldn't bother to stop and examine such a thing would they? It was then that I heard a sniff. I grabbed the log I had kicked and raised it in the air. If the thief was still there he or she was going to have a very sore head soon. I crept silently around the tent toward the river. The grass was tall and I was wary of anyone leaping out at me. I tried to calm myself down, stop my overactive imagination from making things look worse than they were. I took a deep breath and slinked through the tall grass. I could hear the splash and gurgle of the river close by and had started to think I had imagined the noise that sounded so much like someone sniffing. I relaxed, lowered my makeshift weapon and figured it could just as easily been a small animal scuttling through the undergrowth. I swung the log in the air and released it. I watched as it spun up and over and into the river with a large splash. Then I heard a yelp and mentally kicked myself for losing my weapon so fast. A head and face appeared above the tall grass. At first it didn't make any sense, then I realised it was Lexi. I peeped over at her where she was sat by the river and sighed deeply with relief. "Hi," I said. "Sorry. I thought you were a thief. I'll just…" I backed away. "Haley," called Lexi. "Will you sit with me?" I took a deep breath. "Sure," I replied. I climbed through the grass and sat next to her on the river bank. She was holding the leaf of papers in her hand, the emails I had printed out. "Why did you bring these?" she asked me. "I don't know," I told her as I stared out across the water. "I printed them off yesterday. I was going to read them while I waited for you. I guess I wanted to feel close to you before you arrived." Lexi nodded thoughtfully, her eyes fixed on the words on the paper. I picked a blade of grass and toyed with it absently, waiting for her to speak. I wasn't going to rush her. After a few minutes she sniffed and looked at me, I saw tears in her eyes and I felt a wave of emotion rush through me. She looked scared and upset, it was contagious. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "This is all so new to me…I am…I was so confused I didn't know what to do." "It's okay to feel like that," I said. "Last night was…" "My first time," Lexi finished. She sniffed again. "But this morning I felt so…Haley I can't find the words, sorry." "Awkward?" I suggested. "Ashamed?" "No!" she said, her voice hard. "I wasn't ashamed. I would never feel ashamed about being with you." "How did you feel then?" I asked softly. She shook her head. "It's silly," she told me. I touched her arm. "No it isn't. Tell me." Lexi took a deep breath. "In my emails to you I always expressed a desire to sleep with another girl. I wanted to…" She started to cry, beads of tears dripped over her cheeks. I put my arm around her, pulled her to me, hugging her gently. "You don't have to explain yourself," I said. "I want to," she said, her voice croaking through a sob. She breathed deep again. "It was something I wanted to experience, being with another girl. But you know I never found the right time or girl. And when I was coming to England I realised you were my answer. I hoped, dreamed last night would happen, that I would fulfil my desire." She paused. I stroked her arm reassuringly. "If I'm honest, deep down I thought I'd never get to do it," she continued. "That it was just a desire I would never act out. I didn't think of the after, what my feelings would be, I just imagined the moment, the experience itself." "Do you have regrets?" I asked her. "It was wonderful, Haley," she said avoiding the question. "You made me feel special, you gave me so much pleasure and…the sensation of your hand on my body was…" she threw her hands up. "…words, I can't get the right words! I loved it, your hands on my body…mine on yours. It was almost spiritual and I know that sounds silly." "Not to me," I told her. "I didn't imagine it would be like that at all," she whispered. "I never felt that level of emotion before or those sensations. I was nervous, didn't know if I was doing it right and…and…" "You were," I said. She sniffed and wiped away her tears. "I'm making much sense am i?" "It's okay, really," I said. "You've done it. You fulfilled a desire. You've found out about yourself. People try things to see if they like them, if they don't it's nothing to worry about. At least they tried something new." Lexi sobbed again. "I knew it," she said. "I wasn't making any sense." I was puzzled. She turned to face me, her eyes red, tears on her cheeks. I wanted to hold her, make her feel like everything was okay. "Making love with you was wonderful," she stated. "Because I hadn't thought of how I would feel after. I wasn't prepared for it. I figured I wouldn't get to fulfil my desire and even if I did it would mean that I had tried it and leave it at that but…but it didn't go as I imagined." She saw my confused look. "I don't regret it, Haley. And I found something I never expected. I don't want it to be the end. I want more." I was open mouthed. I had got the situation backwards. I was so sure she regretted last night and realised that sexual contact with another girl wasn't for her. That she wasn't built that way. "Am I a lesbian?" she asked me, fresh tears rolling down her face. "I can't answer that," I said, feeling my own tears of compassion welling up. "And you shouldn't either. You can't place a label on yourself. Even I won't do that…it's not healthy." "Are you upset with me?" she asked. I shook my head. "Never. I was concerned for you. I was worried you were upset and I didn't want you to be hurt." "I'm sorry," she said. Her head hung low, staring at the ground. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was just…shocked at my feelings…and I…feel so stupid…I read my emails I sent you. I was so full of it." Lexi and Mr. Thompson Lexi had heard rumors about the new history teacher, but she had no idea the rumors were based on any truth. But they were. She discovered that much when she walked into U.S. History on the first day of her senior year of high school. This teacher was hot. No, this teacher was beyond hot: he was on fire. He was tall—at least 6 feet. He wore crisp, white shirts that were incredibly well-fit; they emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist without clinging in a tacky way. His wire-rimmed glasses framed his large, dark-chocolate eyes. His hair was thick and chestnut-brown with a small sprinkling of gray at his temples. His voice was low and commanding. Maybe he was late-30s. No one knew. He was a pretty private guy. When he spoke, people listened. Women melted. "Good morning class, how are you?" The class gave a scattered answer. Some were bored, some were impressed. "My name is Mr. Thompson. I'm obviously new here. I just moved from Massachusetts. I have a Master's Degree in American History. Um, what else? Any questions?" No one raised their hands. People were intimidated. People were intrigued. "Alright, well, I'll just pass out the syllabus today, go over a few key points, and then you guys are free to go..." *** The next few weeks were difficult. Lexi had volleyball practice every day after school in addition to Art club meetings on Mondays and Wednesdays. She was busy and tired and her grades were taking a hit. "Lexi, can you stay after for a bit?" asked Mr. Thompson after a particularly rough morning when she could barely keep her eyes open. "Yeah. Of course," she said, attempting to hide her nerves. "Take a seat," he said, gesturing to a sturdy oak chair across from his desk. Lexi sat down in the chair and crossed her legs, making an effort to be modest. She had a penchant for wearing short skirts to school like any other 18 year old girl. Most of the time, she didn't worry about being demure, but when she was being forced to stay after class because of her slacker-behavior, she couldn't help but be insecure. "Is there anything you want to talk about? Anything going on?" Mr. Thompson asked softly, his deep-brown eyes boring into hers. "I'm so sorry for falling asleep in class. I'm just so busy lately, I barely have time to sleep. I meant no disrespect to you—" "Lexi," Mr. Thompson laughed. "There's no need to apologize. Do you think this is the first time a student has fallen asleep in my class? I've just noticed you seem stressed-out and I wanted to know if there was any way I could help." Lexi couldn't help but smile. Mr. Thompson wasn't just gorgeous; he was kind-hearted. He cared about his students. He cared about her. "I'll let you know, alright? But, I can't be late for volleyball practice, so I have to run..." "Go on, get out of here," he said, smiling at her. *** After Lexi got dressed in the locker room, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror when she was leaving to practice. She stopped and took a hard look at herself. Her hair was long and thick, almost to the middle of her back. She liked the length, but she hated the color. She thought it was mousy and boring; mid-way between blonde and brown. Her mother had taught her to be well-groomed; she took meticulous care of her skin and eyebrows, and she often got compliments on her flawless complexion. She was fit, but curvy in the right places. Her breasts were a 36C and her butt was round and pert. Nevertheless, she often felt insecure, like most high school girls. "Lexi! Hurry! We're going to be late!" said one of her teammates, rushing out of the locker room to get to practice on time. Lexi ran after her. *** "Lexi, on the bench this practice," said her coach, Miss Thatcher. "What? Why? What did I do?" asked Lexi, panicked. This couldn't be good news. "You're failing your U.S. History class. You know the policy. Get the grade up, or stay on the bench." Lexi groaned. She was going to have to pay a visit to Mr. Thompson. *** "Hey, Mr. Thompson." "Hey, Lexi. What's going on?" Mr. Thompson was sitting at his desk, grading papers. He looked a bit tired, but extremely sexy nonetheless. His jawline had some end-of-the-day scruff that added to his manly charm. Lexi felt her heart-rate speed up. "So, you asked me to come in if I needed any help, so here I am, coming and asking." "That's great. What's the issue?" "Well, as you know, my grade isn't great in this class." Mr. Thompson's expression was serious. "I'm aware." "Well, is there any way I could get help with the subject? I know you're busy and you have no obligation to me, but I can't play on the volleyball team unless—" "I would love to." "What?" Lexi asked. She didn't think it would be that easy. "I would love to. When does volley-ball practice end?" "Well, I'm benched right now, so my grades take priority. I can meet you right after school." "Alright. My room, 3:30. Starting tomorrow." "Thank you so much, Mr. Thompson. You have no idea how much you're helping me." "That's what I'm here for," he said, his kind eyes boring into hers once more. Her knees went weak. Before Lexi met Mr. Thompson the next day, she brushed her hair and reapplied mascara in the bathroom mirror. She didn't know why she was so nervous. He was just a teacher. She arrived in his room promptly at 3:30. He was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. "Lexi! Right on time. Do you want some coffee?" "Actually, that would be great. I'm exhausted." Mr. Thompson looked at her. "You don't look exhausted. You look great." Lexi blushed and looked down. "Alright, so where do you want to start? The Civil War? The Industrial Revolution," he asked while pouring her a cup. "Um, how about the Revolutionary War?" Lexi asked. She was behind. Really behind. "From the beginning, huh? Alright, let's get to it." They met every day after class for the next two weeks. She learned so much about him. He was 37. He had divorced his wife in Massachusetts, so he moved to get away from all the bad memories and the chaos. He wanted to start over. He had no kids. He loved Lord of the Rings. And her favorite, he became elated whenever she knew the answer to a history question. She would look forward every day to sitting with him after school and going over history together. It was what she thought about when she woke up in the morning and when she went to bed at night. Her grades quickly improved and before long, she was no longer benched at practice. "It looks like you don't need me anymore," said Mr. Thompson, looking over his grade book. "Yeah, I guess not. My grade is pretty good in this class now." "I knew you had it in you," Mr. Thompson said in a way that wasn't simply teacher-student. But, to be honest, they had moved past that. "Well, I knew you could teach me," she said back, softly. They stared at each other for a long time. "I guess I should get going," Lexi said, awkwardly. She started to walk out the door. She felt a strong hand grab her arm and pull her away. She turned and looked. Mr. Thompson was staring at her with a serious expression. "Don't go." Lexi felt a familiar warmth spread inside her legs. Her heart started pounding a mile a minute. His face was close to hers. She could see the stubble that she loved so much on his chin. His chest was heaving up and down. He wanted her too. Lexi reached a hand to his jaw and brushed it softly. The roughness of his skin made her release an involuntary sigh. Mr. Thompson grabbed her hand and pulled her even closer toward her. And then he kissed her. He kissed her hard. Her legs were trembling and he must have realized because he picked her up and took her to his desk. Their tongues were entangled with each other's. She was moaning into him, loving the taste of his mouth, his tongue. The feel of his stubble on her soft skin. She felt intoxicated. His hands roughly grabbed her breasts and she let out an audible moan. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Take off your shirt," he said. She did as she was told. When her breasts were exposed, he looked at them for what felt like an eternity. "I've wanted to do this for such a long time..." he said. Then, he lowered his mouth to one and began to suckle. Lexi felt her pussy flood with juices. He moved to the other nipple and sucked and flicked until she was moaning and writhing on his desk. "You like that?" he asked, looking up from her tit. She nodded in response. He continued to suck on one of her tits while he rolled the other nipple between his fingers. Lexi's eyes were rolling back into her head at the stimulation. His strong hands went to her panties, and roughly took them off. He took her legs and spread them, looking directly into her young pussy. "You are so wet, Lexi." And then, he ate her. He licked her. He made circles around her clit with his tongue. He took his ring finger and his pointer finger, and he opened up her labia and licked from the bottom of her slit to the top of her slit. He used his pointer finger to gently wiggle her clit around. "Oh my goddddd," said Lexi, on the verge of exploding. "That's my girl. That's my girl," he said, breathing heavily onto her pussy. Her juices flooded his tongue and he lapped it up like a man starved. He took two of his fingers and shoved them inside of her, quickly back and forth, stimulating her g-spot. "Does that feel good?" he asked darkly. "Oh, Mr. Thompson. I can't—I can't--" "Yes you can. Take it". Then, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the desk, roughly, but gently enough to make her feel like it was what she wanted. He shoved her on her knees and unbuttoned his pants. His cock was incredibly thick and long, probably nine inches. Lexi panted at the sight of it, her mouth watering. She opened her mouth and took his cock inside her. She heard Mr. Thompson let out a groan and it simply urged her on. She sucked and sucked on his tool, pretending her mouth was a pussy milking his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head and then paid attention to his balls. Before long, Mr. Thompson wanted more. "I need to get inside of you," he said, his voice groggy with lust. Lexi got on the table and spread her legs wide, in invitation. He got in front of her, grabbed her legs by the ankles, and spread her legs even wider. When they were as far as they could go, he took his cock and started to feed it into her vagina. "Jesus, Lexi, you are so tight," he said in a strained voice. Lexi whimpered in response. "Come on, baby, open up for me," he said to her. He sounded as if he were in pain. Lexi felt her pussy stretch to accommodate him. It was incredible. She moaned and squirmed and panted and she felt her pussy relax. He fed another inch in. "Almost there, baby. Just take a little more," he said, panting and staring at his cock while he fed it into her pussy. Her pink, shiny lips were spread over his engorged, pulsating cock. He groaned and threw his head back. He felt her pussy release some more juice onto his tool. He thickened a little more. He took his finger and wiggled her clit again. As if by magic, Lexi's pussy stretched a little bit more. Finally, Mr. Thompson's cock was all the way in her. Lexi screamed. Mr. Thompson groaned. Then he began to pump. The sound of her pussy juices squishing around his cock while he fucked her filled the room. He fucked her hard. He turned her onto her stomach and grabbed her hair for leverage, while his cock railed her pussy. "Take it, sweetheart. Take it. Take my cock," he said while roughly thrusting into her. He grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them apart so she could feel his cock more acutely and so he could see her rosette of an asshole. Lexi juiced on his cock some more. Her nipples stiffened ever more. "Good girl. That's a good girl," Mr. Thompson said. "Come for me. Come on my cock." So Lexi did. She screamed and gushed all over him. In the middle of cumming, he increased the speed of his thrusts. He switched positions so he was sitting on the desk and she was straddled on top of him. He forced her to bounce up and down on his cock, her tits jiggling with every thrust. "Give it to me, Lexi. Give it to me," he said roughly, his hand on her ass cheeks. Lexi ground his cock into her pussy as far as it would go. She felt it hit her g-spot and she shuddered. "Did we hit the spot, baby?" he asked, feel her pussy tighten again. "Alright, let's see what we can do." He fucked her as hard as he could, as deep as he could. His cock pounded into her like a jack hammer, making her come over and over again. His balls slapped her asshole. He sucked her nipples while he pounded her, which he realized made her pussy gush every time. He grabbed her ankles and shoved them above her head so he could pound her folded body. His muscles rippled and flexed with every thrust. Lexi looked at him in awe. He was the hottest thing she had ever seen. "Are you almost ready?" he asked. She responded by grabbing his head and kissing him deep and hard. While she did that, she reached down and fondled his balls. It sent him over the edge. Mr. Thompson let out a loud groan that bordered on a scream, pulled out, and came all over her teenage tits. They both fell to the floor, panting and exhausted at the hard fuck they had just both experienced. It was completely unexpected and totally fulfilling. "You know, I could always use more help on politics during The Great Depression," Lexi said, smiling. Mr. Thompson turned to her, his eyes glittering. "Can you be here after school at 3:30?"