5 comments/ 4568 views/ 5 favorites The Reunion #01 By: DawnJ Whoosh! Whoosh! Phwap!...Silence. A breathless, painful heartbeat later, I opened my eyes to intense darkness., and tried to think past the stampede in my chest and the thunder in my ears. I was not dead, which is what I had expected to be. I tried to concentrate on breathing, on slowing my heart rate, on feeling my body. I heard a sound. It was more a whisper of a sound, really, and it came from right above my left ear. I froze, and held my breath. Something touched the fingers of my left hand, strapped to the table, something warm, dry, and rough. It felt familiar, and I could almost feel the charge that jolted by me. It touched my lips in a silencing motion, and suddenly I knew it for a finger. I resisted the overwhelming urge to scream, and tried to see the person standing over me. Nothing. Just inky blackness, thick, impenetrable. I felt the metal restraints melt away from my wrists, ankles, neck, waist, and knees. I felt a warm breath against my cheek, then strong hands pulling me up to sit on the metal table. "Are you okay?" a disembodied voice asked. It was a man's voice, and he sounded so familiar, like someone I should know well, and yet...I couldn't place it. The man was waiting patiently for my answer. I could tell by his measured breathing. "I...I guess so," I stammered. "We must hurry!" he said, not seeming to whisper, yet in a voice I knew only I could hear. I shivered at the familiar sound, goosebumps suddenly shivering up my arm where his rested. Who was he? "Come on, then, Lacey," he said, helping me to stand. "Up you go!" How did he know my nickname? He waited until I was steady on my feet, his arm around my shoulders, holding me securely to his side. I stiffened. "It's okay. I won't hurt you!" His voice was warm, reassuring, smoothing over my jangled nerves. He squeezed my shoulders gently. "Relax, and follow my lead." I nodded, and then remembered that he couldn't see me. I giggled nervously, and tried to move when he did. We seemed to walk forever. I felt beads of sweat popping out all over my body, and I raised my right hand to flick some off my forehead. "Almost there," he encouraged me, and suddenly I knew him. "Gabe?" I whispered. "Is it really you?" I tried to turn to him, but he kept me firmly planted at his side. "Didn't I promise you I'd be back for you?" he asked, steering me toward a dim light. I felt myself shudder in sudden anger, and he must have sensed my changed mood. "You can clobber me as soon as you're safe." His voice was amused and resigned at the same time. "Pay attention now," he warned me, suddenly all business again. "I'll have to go ahead of you. Follow me closely." By now, I could see his shape outlined against the growing light, and I saw his finger go to his lips in the universal sign for quiet. He let me go, and I felt desolate, abandoned. I swallowed the confusion of anger, resentment, fear, and joy that swirled around inside me, and followed closely at his heels, bumping into him several times. When he stopped suddenly, I almost knocked him over. "What...?" I began. "Lacey," he said, a note in his voice I couldn't identify, "I know you have no reason to, but I need you to trust me now. More than you ever did before." My heart lurched. "Why? What do you want? What are you going to do?" I tamped down the hysteria, but only just. "I need you to put your arms around me and jump." I froze, holding my breath. "Where are we?" He did not answer my question, but asked one of his own. "Do you want to live?" His voice was hard. I swallowed, the bile rising in my throat, and nodded, unable to speak. "Do you think I came back to hurt you?" he continued, then waited. My response was immediate and telling. "No, of course not!" "Then do as I ask. Wrap your arms around me and jump." He put his arms around me, facing me for the first time, and waited again. When I didn't move, he said, "Lacey?" I wrapped my arms around his waist and he continued. "Ready?" At my whispered affirmative, he twisted suddenly and we fell. I tried to hold it in, but the scream escaped and flew through my aching throat, past Gabriel's ears, and into the dark night air. The stampede and the thunder returned a split second before we landed with a lung-crushing thud on what felt like a plastic sheet. Gabriel rolled over and held me against him, breathing hard. He caressed my arms and shoulders, soothing me, before asking, "Okay?" His voice was strangely hoarse. "Yeah," I croaked, mine no better than his. I tried to clear my throat, but it remained clogged with fear and sudden tears. "We've got to get moving, Lacey," he said, and rolled with me to the edge of the sheet. He let me go and jumped down. I could see his face now in the half-light of a cloudy full moon night. I could not see his black eyes, but the curve of his full lips, the dent in his chin, and the scar marring his left cheek, all appeared in sharp relief on his rugged face. He raised his hands to catch me as I followed him to the ground. "Come on," he urged me, turning away and beginning to run. I followed, keeping pace with him and suddenly recalling with bittersweet clarity the long runs we took together in the park across from his condo. I allowed myself to remember, for the first time in five years, the way we cooled down after a run, from the walking to the stretches to the hypnotizing kisses to the sensual showers and the breath-stealing lovemaking. I ran right into his hard body, and could not help the gasp that came from my heated lips. He put out his hands to steady me, and the charge that jolted through my veins this time felt like liquid fire. Not even the abruptness of his departure, nor his note explaining who he was and why he had to go, nor the memory of my rage and my fear that I had lost my heart to a con man, could douse the flames. "Lacey," his voice was still hoarse, "once we get you to the safe house, you'll have to give a full statement to The Committee before we let you leave." He paused, then continued, "I won't be allowed to stay with you, but I'll be around," an almost imperceptible pause, "if you want me to be." He turned away before I could answer, and I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He turned back to face me. "You saved me," I said simply. "Thank you, Gabe. You really are my guardian angel." I stepped closer and kissed him. The Reunion Jenny sat quietly and watched the countryside pass the window of the train. She had never been to this part of the country before, it seemed so isolated and remote. The rolling hills and forested valleys were newly alive with the warmth of the coming summer. She watched without any real interest in the view as her mind kept going back to the chance encounter with her brother James. She hadn't seen him in many years, not since that terrible day when their father had caught them in the barn. They had been playing a game they had devised daring one another to undress, to show their naked bodies to each other. This particular day they had progressed beyond being naked together and were hesitantly exploring their own bodies responses. Father had exploded in rage and dragged them still naked to the house were he confronted their mother. He accused her of not being a good mother in allowing such things to happen. Mother had held them to her and tried to defend them and her self, saying that such things were a natural development in growing children. Jenny flinched at the memory the blow her mother had taken as they had been wrenched away from her arms. She and her brother had been sent to dress listening to the loud angry words from downstairs. Father had collected a few of his things and loaded them in the buggy. As he drove away he told them they were going to live somewhere else were he could keep a closer eye on them and punish them if they ever repeated the terrible thing they had done. The buggy had gone only a short distance when James jumped out and began to run away. Jenny started to follow but her father had grabbed her arm forcing her back and drove on without even looking back. Jenny had lost her brother and her mother that day and she had missed them terribly. She had no idea how to find them as she had been quite young and she came to accept that she would never see them again. Strangely she had never regretted the intimate moments with James. Life had been different after that day but she had survived. Her father had died some years later but she was old enough then to care for herself. She had learned to be a seamstress and supported herself and had even had discrete lovers but without the magic of love to make her want to commit to marriage. James had found her one day as she shopped for cloth in a wholesale warehouse. He had been buying cloth lots for the dry goods store where he worked. He had recognized her immediately. He was tall and handsome and seemed very happy. She had taken him to her little flat where they talked until very late. James brought her up to date on his life as she shared hers. Neither regretted the loss of their father and James was adamant that every thing would be put right now. He insisted that Jenny come with him to meet his wife and family and he was certain that once she met them and visited the little village where they lived she would agree to live there with them. They had parted with embraces and kisses and tears. Jenny assured James that she would consider his offer and let him know. Now after she had made her arrangements and considerations she was on the way to meet him, her beloved brother. Evening had come by the time the train arrived and Jenny wondered if she would need to find lodging for the night. James had informed her by letter that he made all the arrangements for tickets and that the train did not come to his little village but that he would be there to take her on to his home. There were only a few other passengers leaving the train with her and most seemed to have arrived home to be met by others, however she saw no sign of her brother. Jenny gathered her meager luggage from the porter and went to the ticket window. As she was about to ask after a hotel she heard her name called out. There was James at the end of the platform. She rushed to him only to be swept off her feet and embraced. Quite unexpectedly James kissed her lips instead of her cheek. The kiss lasted and grew more passionate until she realized where they were and pushed him away. She was gasping for breath and felt warm all over from the greeting. She felt quite aroused. James was laughing and holding her hands and telling her how happy he was that she had come. He put her bag in his carriage and helped her up and started off into the night for his village. The ride began with excited recollections of the trip, with explanations of her arrangements where she lived, and with her brother's descriptions of the country side and his family and home. It eventually darkened completely and fatigue caught up with Jenny. She fell asleep leaning against her brother's shoulder, his arm around her. As she gave in to sleep she was struck by how very good it felt to be in her brother's arms again. At some point in the journey a bump perhaps woke her to find that her head was in her brother's lap and she felt what could only be his hard cock under her cheek. Rather than making an awkward issue of it she turned as if in sleep and moved her head away. Presently she again fell asleep only to dream of the wonderful things they had discovered in the barn and of her brother's hard cock. James woke Jenny up as they entered the quiet little village. She looked at the neat houses and yards in the street lamps as they passed and liked what she saw. It seemed peaceful and serene, very like a home should be. James lived in a cottage just passed the edge of town and they soon arrived. Jenny was apprehensive about meeting her brother's wife and family but James explained that they were away for the night. He showed her to a room in the back and put her bag down and went to put the carriage away. She looked around the clean little room and smiled at its welcome feeling. There was a washbasin and water she used and was just removing her things from the travel bag when James returned. "Jenny, I can't tell you how much I have looked forward to this day. To have you here at last in my home, hopefully to stay." He said as he again took her in his arms. This embrace was not the intense first meeting kind but one of warmth and comfort. He held her with one arm as he gathered her face in his other hand and tilted it back. His lips covered hers as his hand went to the back of her neck and held her to him. Jenny melted into the kiss returning his ardor until she felt his tongue part her lips. She tried to push away but her brother held her lips to his as he explored her tongue with his. "No!" she gasped, "you mustn't. We can't!" "Oh, but we can!" he said into her mouth. "I love you. I have missed you so much and now I can have you back. Everything will be different now, you will see, you will understand. I have so many things to explain and to show you. But first…" James picked his sister up and carried her to the bed laying her out in its center. He bent over her and again kissed her as he mounted the bed beside her. Jenny didn't know what to think but her brother's kisses and the wave of emotion that washed over her to be with him again wiped her mind clear of objection. She returned his kisses and her tongue to his. She was hardly aware of his hands as he loosened the bodice of her dress. Her skirts were gathered up as his hand caressed her thigh. She listened to his soft whispers as her brother told her how long he had imagined having her in his bed, of how they had undressed for each other and how very pretty she had been when she was naked for him. His words came like warm lotion softening her reluctance and soothing her body as he gradually removed her clothes. She moved when he guided her, their lips barely touching but never quite losing contact, until she was naked beside him. James kissed his sister's lips and her tongue. He kissed a path around her face, her eyes and cheeks, until he found her ears. Taking each lobe into his mouth he gently sucked them and whispered his love into her ear. He kissed his way down her long neck licking the warm hollows at the base of her throat. Her hard nipples were sucked and tongued as he held each globe in his hand and caressed its creamy skin. His kisses continued down over her firm stomach stopping to lick and probe her navel while he raised himself over her legs. Spreading his sister's legs, James settled between them and took a bottom cheek in each hand. He kissed the crease of her thighs and all around her swollen cunt lips. Jenny was in a trance as her brother kissed his way down her body, thrilling to the tender touch of his lips and tongue as he explored all of her hidden places. She felt suddenly cool when he raised away from beside her, the air giving a feeling of exposure, of being naked, her wet nipples tingling. She gave a gasp when she felt his lips at the top of her thigh and fairly swooned when his lips touched her cunt. His tongue was hot and wet and magic as it licked between the lips, causing her to shiver and tremble. No lover had ever kissed her so. James probed into his sister's cunt lips opening them with his tongue. He licked the length from bottom to top slowly, savoring the taste of her sweetness. Quick touches of his tongue to her clitoris brought shivers and he would withdraw to lick its length again. He paused to probe into her tight opening fucking her with his tongue before continuing to lick up the essences now freely flowing into his mouth. James wanted to give his sister maximum pleasure but slowly. He explored her cunt with his tongue. Aware of the reactions he received and not wanting to cause an orgasm too soon he would move on and come back to those places that made her respond. Gradually he developed a pattern of kisses and licks and occasionally would include a suck of her clitoris at the best moment. He brought one hand up and began to work a finger into her cunt, then two as he licked and sucked. When he judged the time right, that Jenny could take little more, he put one of his wet fingers at the opening of her bottom. He pushed his finger in as he began to tease her clitoris with his tongue, flipping it and sucking on it. He had held her at the very edge of orgasm as long as he could, as long as she could. Jenny felt as if she were melting, she was so hot her entire body was on fire. She clutched at her breasts and squeezed them pulling her own hard nipples. Her brother's tongue caused one wave of pleasure after another. Feeling as if she was going to suffocate she gasped and panted for air but the air brought her no relief. When James pushed his finger into her bottom hole it set off an explosion that began at the white-hot center of her bottom and rushed through her body to pour out her melted self into his mouth. Convulsions racked through her and tremors shook her body over which she had no control. Lights flared behind her eyelids as she gave up her awareness and fell into exhausted sleep. James received his sister's nectar into his sucking mouth as he fucked her cunt and bottom with wet fingers. Her tossing about as she came into his mouth made it difficult for him to keep ministering to her open cunt but he licked and sucked until she quit moving. He slowly withdrew his fingers and kissed her still twitching cunt lips. Looking up her naked body he could see that she had fainted away. Taking this opportunity he quickly undressed and tossed their accumulated clothing onto a chair out of the way. He climbed into bed with his naked sister and gathered her to him, kissing her damp forehead and lips as he caressed her warm body. Jenny barely moved as he cupped her breast and played with the still hard nipple. He wet his finger in her dripping cunt and wiped the nectar on a nipple and licked it away. Jenny seemed to be in a deep sleep as his caresses caused no reactions. He hoped this was the first of many times they would make love and even though he was more aroused than he had been in a long time, he could wait. His hard cock rubbed against his sister leaving wet trails. He grasped his dripping cock and slowly stroked it reliving the moments before and planning for many more. Occasionally he would squeeze out the clear oil dripping from his cock and bring his coated fingers to place drops on Jenny's lips where he would lick them away. Later that night Jenny awoke to find herself lying with her naked bother. She had her head on his shoulder as he held her. The lamp was still burning by the bed and she could look down the length of her brother's naked body. She licked her lips and kissed his nipple as it stood up directly before her. Trying not to move too much she studied James' naked form. She had been with few men but knew enough to know that her brother had a beautiful naked body. His cock was not completely soft but arched over onto his leg and she could see the drop of clear oil still hanging to the opening. Strangely he had very little pubic hair only a small tuft well up from his cock. She couldn't resist the impulse to touch him and so gently ran her fingers over his cock and then down to touch his balls. His cock was smooth as silk and very warm to the touch and in grasping it discovered that he had no hair at all around his cock or balls only the little tuft up on his stomach. Jenny felt his cock stir in her hand and begin to swell. Soon it was iron hard and stood up from her brother's stomach in all its glory. She was still stroking it when she felt kisses on the top of her head. James let his sister play with his cock until he couldn't help getting hard. He was very pleased that she was accepting this even though he had felt that she would. He kissed her hair until she offered him her lips and tongue still grasping his hard cock. He leaned over her as he continued the kiss and covered her hand with his and encouraged her to frig his cock. He then opened her thighs and covered her wet cunt with his own hand. "I love you." He whispered into her mouth. "I love you. I must love you too much to have let this happen." Jenny replied. "What are we going to do? What if someone finds out? I won't have trouble in your family over me. I've missed you terribly but I'll go back if there is to be trouble." "Hush," he said, "there isn't going to be any trouble. Ellen, my wife, knows all about us. She knows where we are right now and what we are doing. Or I should say what we all hoped that we would be doing." "I don't understand, what are you saying?" Jenny gasped. "Do you mean to say that you told her what might happen? Is that why she left you?" "Wait. Slow down. No Ellen hasn't left me. She went to stay with her father for the night and took the children just so that we could be alone. So that I could find out if you would be willing to finish what we started all these years ago, to see if you would be willing to join us.' "Now I really don't understand. You said we all hoped and that I would join you. Who do you mean when you say we all? Join you in what?" Jenny was starting to sound worried. "I will try to explain but first let me say this. No matter what we have done know that I love you and I always shall. We have done nothing wrong, only loved each other. We have expressed our love to each other in words and now in deeds. As they say here, it is never wrong to love. If you don't feel that you could stay and live the way we do you should leave but I will always love you and you will always be welcome in my home. Ellen will tell you the same thing when you meet." James voice was starting to break as he finished. Jenny held her brother's face in her hands and kissed his damp eyes and his lips and then clutched him to her breasts holding him tightly to her. "I have and will always love you too. I just don't understand how this can be right with others." She cried too. James then pulled her back to his side and began to explain how he had first come to meet Ellen. As he talked he cupped Jenny's breast and caressed it. James had come through the Village as a salesman and had called on Ellen's father at his store. He thought it was love at first sight and when he found that he could make love to her when ever he wanted he was truly struck. It didn't take long before Ellen had convinced him to give up his job and work for her father in his dry goods store. He had then discovered just as Jenny was about to discover that this was no ordinary village. James explained as he had been told that this Village and the valley that hid it was first settled by a group of families that believed in and practiced family love. That is to say that every person of age in a family was free to love every other member of that family, physically as well as emotionally. Everyone was brought up by their parents to know how to make love and how to share that love. Fathers taught daughters and mothers taught sons and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles all made love together. It was not only permissible, it was the right thing to do. If fathers and sons wanted to love each other or mothers and daughters, gender or relationship didn't matter as long as it was what everyone wanted. This openness in loving was also extended to the entire community of families. People married to raise families but were free to love anyone they chose, as often as they wished, when and where ever they wished. "Do you mean to say that you have made love to others besides your wife and she doesn't mind?" Jenny asked in astonishment. "Not only doesn't mind but she encourages me to and she even helps and joins in." James laughed. "She also loves others always with my love and knowledge." He then went into great detail in the telling of a recent party with Ellen's brother and his family. The descriptions of brother and sister fucking while James fucked the brother's wife and of wives helping each other while both were fucked by both husbands at the same time. By the time James had related how he had fucked his sister and his mother in law and various nieces and wives of friends and their daughters, his cock was dripping all over his sister's busy hand. James soon replaced his cunt wet hand with his mouth until Jenny was again on the verge of orgasm and then she placed her brother's cock into her own cunt and pulled him in. They fucked with passion until both erupted in liquid pleasure. James kept pumping white cream into Jenny's sweet nectar filled cup until it ran over. Then he emptied it of their combined essence with his tongue. They rested and started again and again. He put her on the edge of the bed and sucked her cunt, then fucked it with his cock, then pulled out to suck it again and then fuck it again until she filled his mouth again with her clear sweet nectar. Finally their bodies could take no more and exhaustion over took them in sleep. Jenny awoke when she felt the body sit on the edge of the bed beside her. She moaned in pleasure and comfort as she turned to greet her brother only to discover that a pretty dark haired woman sat beside her. Jenny gasped in panic and surprise and tried to gather up the bed covers over her naked breasts. She belatedly felt James' naked body next to her side. He groaned and sat up and smiled at the intruder. "Good morning!" the woman laughed, "I hope I didn't startle you. I'm Ellen, and you're Jenny my husband's sister I know. I see that James has welcomed you to our home. I hope that he has done some explaining so that you won't be concerned, it can be a little difficult for outsiders to understand. He has talked of nothing else since he found you, about how he wanted you to come to the Village and live with us. I hope so too." Jenny was struck dumb and could think of nothing to say even if she could speak. She was trapped by the covers as her sister sat on them preventing her from pulling a cover over her exposed breasts. She tried vainly to hide her nakedness with her hands until Ellen gently pulled them away. Her sister in law then calmly cupped one breast and thumbed the hard nipple as she leaned down and kissed her mouth. She opened her lips to the probing tongue and accepted its wet sweetness. The kiss broke when there was a sound at the door. The Reunion The clock had just struck midnight when she got back to her small apartment, she just came back from a gathering of friends at one of those pubs that offer a live band. She felt tired, and loathed coming back home alone, she had a tingling that cannot be satisfied easily. She washed up the aftermath of the night and made her way to the kitchen to make some warm tea, sipping it alone in the kitchen thinking about where her boyfriend was doing now. She's been missing him a lot since he has left town, it never felt the same to her without him. She told herself that she'd finish up her tea and then go to bed to get some relief and rest, as the ideas of what to fantasize about the light suddenly went off. She was scared for a second then she thought that it's her switch that went off again. She sighed and headed to the living room to free what's the problem, not realizing that the blackout wasn't the biggest problem she had to deal with at the moment. She made her way through the living room, trying to find the electricity box, it's then that she wished that she kept her phone with her all the time. "finally!" she had thought to herself as she found the box and realized that it was already open although she was sure that it was locked when she had come in. That's when something huge grabbed her from the back, muffling her screams with what seemed to be huge hands. She was scared, a rapist had made her way to her apartment, but how? She was strong herself but she was no match for him. He used his other hand to start fondling all her body, feeling up her enormous breasts, fondling them, grabbing them from the base up, squeezing her nipples slowly. She was scared but turned on at the same time, she was already wet when she got home but now it was worse, she was leaking all over her panties. He lowered his hands even more now, sending shivers through her spine, reaching her perfectly shaped ass cupping it with one hand, making her tremble with fear and desire for this mysterious stranger who seemed to take his sweet time for a rapist. Then he lowered her shorts a few inches, then slowly her panties until her ass was half exposed and that's when she moaned. That's when she realized that he was using both hands down there and she was free to scream, but for some reason she did not. That's when he approached her ear and whispered "you're such a slut, babe." Now it all struck her, the strong masculine perfume, the huge hands, it was her lover! Her fear was now gone in that eternal darkness, which was now replaced by compete crazy lust. She tried to turn but he would not let her. He just whispered "shhh, I've missed this sweet ass for the past few weeks, let me quench the thirst of my lustful manhood." She felt something hot, throbbing and ridiculously huge on her ass. It was his instrument of love that she worshipped so much.. He was already breathing heavily, his lust for her seemed limitless. She felt his boiling precum all over her ass. He swiftly turned her around and embraced her in a long loving kiss, where their tongues danced to the music of lust. They remained glued in that state for what felt like hours in a nirvana of pleasure. He broke off the kiss and licked her sweet lips and smiled, looking into her eyes, without saying a word she understood what his tongue didn't need to say, how much he has missed her.. Out of the blue, while giving her the warmest stare he swept her off her feet and carried her easily to their bedroom. She felt safe in his arms. She just wanted to simply jump on him, and mount his rod like a Greek maiden, she wanted to feel full between her legs, he knew that and was planning on satisfying her desires. Once in the bed room he lost control. He was not human anymore, theoretically he turned into a beast. Something between human and a god of pleasure devoted only to satisfy his woman. Once in the room, she noticed the scented vanilla candles and rose petals forming a passage way to the bed. The setting was soft and vanilla, but in truth it was going to be anything but that. Before she could comprehend the situation, she had already found herself on the bed, and shreds of her clothes started to fly all around. Even her bra, which was one of a collection he got her for their anniversary. A collection made specially for her only by Yves Saint Lorain. It cost an astronomical number, but his desire to devour her was priceless. In a matter of seconds she was naked. He took a step back and stretched his arms and whispered in his masculine voice "your turn". She was finally free to have him, touch him and sink in his warmth. She jumped on him attaching herself to his body, engulfing his torso with her legs. Her kisses covered all his neck but that was not enough for her. She bit his neck in a force that would hurt any other man, but she knew that the sex machine in front of her could take it and more. She tore off his shirt, she wanted to feel the steel abs under the shirt. She went on her feet and pushed him to the edge of the bed, letting her inner whore out she went on her knees and unbuckled his pants, opening his buttons with her teeth. Now that the pants were gone, she could see him in all his glory with his iron rod literally vibrating underneath his boxers. She traced it with her tongue, gently biting it teasing him which just made his craving for her increase by ten folds. She finally began to take off his boxers with her mouth, making sure to make it slow while continuously maintaining eye contact with him. By the time his boxers reached the floor, he was shaking from lust. She knew how much he longed for relief, she just smiled mischievously and licked the top of his member going down all the way down to the base of his member. She finally gave up into her lust and took those 8 inches of pure pleasure into her mouth. The faint noises she made, her moans, his loud animal like groans were the perfect melody to this scene. It was simply a masterpiece of how making L'Amour should be. Once he felt that he could not take it anymore, he grabbed her from her head and raised her to her feet, laying on the bed rubbing his manhood between her wet warm lair of pleasure. Her nectar of love was now leaking to her legs, she wanted to feel him inside her so she tried to bring him closer, but he would not budge. Instead he lowered his head down and started using his tongue to bring her to an erotic ecstasy. He teased her just like she did to him, licking all around her dome of indulgence, from her thighs to the closest edges. He kept going at it until she gave up the idea of being touched by his tongue. That's when he finally gave her one long lick, starting a series of long licks. She loved his tongue because he used it like an artist uses his brush to draw the most sophisticated portraits. In addition to that he spoke both Japanese and Chinese, giving him a long series of variations of Kanji that he would paint on her from the curtains to the core. Her moans were loud enough to wake up every soul in the area, but she could not care less, she only cared about the pleasure she was receiving. The orgasm that he built up for her took her like an earth shattering earthquake, she forgot how to breathe, she only understood one thing; sexual pleasure. When he finally stopped, she was panting and could barely move but he was still full with lust for her. He gave her pleasure well a minute before she was off her feet again by an un-human strength, legs wrapped around him. He stared in her eyes deeply and then penetrated her. They both moaned and groaned, their brains went on overdrive due to the amount of pleasure they both had. He moved her to the wall, spread her legs and used every bit of energy in him to pleasure her, to fuck her, to make her see how much he lusts for her beautiful existence, and gorgoues body. His technique was one of a kind, making sure that it would last until she couldn't take it anymore, he started slow, then hard, then lowered the tempo when he felt that she was close to orgasm, he kept on edge for half an hour. The only thing that change was the stance and position. He made sure that got pleasured both like a lady and a whore. She always loved to be taken while he was behind her grabbing her from her hair with one hand, and the other on her hip and ass. They both felt the right moment to cum, they could see it in each other's eyes, and so they did, together. She almost fainted from the intensity of the orgasm, while he filled her with his personal potion. The aftermath was catastrophic was too much to handle on both of them, they just lay down there together on the bed until they fell asleep in each other's arms. Fin The Reunion "It's clothing optional out here," he said of the screened lanai. "Or I should say, naked mandatory." "Oh," I replied, watching him start to unbutton his long-tailed cabana shirt. "Just as long as your neighbors are cool with it." "Actually, I haven't met any of my neighbors yet. But they'll have to get on a stepladder and look over the six-foot privacy fence if they want to get their kicks." He undressed and I undressed. When he pulled his briefless sweats down his hard on sprang up. I'd noticed it in the baggy front of his pants the moment I arrived. Now here it was in all its up-curving, circumcised, six-inch glory. I hesitated. Was this an invitation for me to drop to my knees and go to work on it? And why so hard for so long? Had he popped a Viagra? He was about that age, afterall. He came forward and put his hands on my bare shoulders. He was smiling. "Let me look at you," he said with apparent fondness, his eyes falling in stages. He ran his hands down to my slender hips. I still wore my white briefs. He reached around and felt my ass in them. He brought his right hand around and fondled my little balls, and caressed my still-flaccid penis. "You feel nice," he said, his cock, if possible, standing even straighter now. "Is that silk?" "Microfiber," I replied. "A Speedo?" As his hands continued gently working me over, front and back, I imagined myself blushing. Not that it would have been visible in the low light on the lanai. "It's a Warner's panty," I replied. He looked me in the face. "A woman's...?" I nodded. "Well you look very cute in them," he observed. "And you feel great!" "Yeah, they feel pretty amazing on, too." "A girlfriend's? Former girlfriend's? You still haven't told me much about your sex life." Still nervous, I giggled. Sort of. "No, my days of college panty raids are over. I buy them online. I wear them to the beach. Nobody knows the difference." "You dress in anything else?" I lifted a bare, bony shoulder. "Not really. Stockings in the winter. Hose, pantyhose. It's kind of a fetish thing. I don't go around in drag, if that's what you mean." He was pinching my little turtle-head penis through the white nylon. "Want a Viagra? Though why someone your age should need one I don't know. Does the trick though." "I see that," I observed. "No, I'm good. I'm a little on the submissive side," I admitted, by way of understatement. "You like making guys hard," he said, giving my panty a parting caress. "Is that it?" "Something like that," I grinned. "As cute as you look in those panties, I'd still like you to join me in the pool naked." "OK," I agreed. And as a last act I pulled them down, stepped out of the white figure-eight and followed him down the pool steps into the summer-warm water. Moments later I found myself in the corner of the shallow end, opposite the steps, my hands gripping, for balance and as a counterforce, the tile ledge that formed pool's perimeter. He was behind me rubbing his hard on against my ass. Left cheek, right cheek, inbetween... "You didn't want me to suck you?" My question seemed to catch him off guard. Either that or he was too caught up in the moment. His rutting motion skipped a beat. "You want to suck my cock?" "I love sucking cock," I said, somewhat evasively. "OK. We'll do that too. I'm still finding out about you. But this is fine for right now. Does it feel good? Against your sweet ass?" "Yes. But it would feel even better if it was in me." He laughed. "You don't mess around do you? No preliminaries for you!" "No, it's just that..." "Do you get fucked often?" he asked. "I wouldn't say...often. Not since college anyway." "Dating anyone?" "Not at the moment." "A slender, pretty boy like you?" "I wouldn't say I'm pretty." "I would! But I'm prejudiced..." "And I'm not much for hanging out in bars. So..." "Good for you. Lots of bad things can happen in bars. I hope you're practicing safe sex." "Yes," I lied. Or half-lied. "Good. I'm healthy as a horse by the way," he said, employing the old line. "But guys, strangers you meet out in...You have to be careful." I thought it odd, or ironic, or something, that a man who was virtually a complete stranger to me, and who at that moment had guided the head of his bare cock between my cheeks to my hole, and was pushing against it, with very little unlubricated success, would be offering me advice. Of a contradictory, even hypocritical kind. Oh well, that's life I thought. I offered some of my own. "I think we need lube," I said. "You think we should?" he asked. "Under the circumstances?" My answer was general again, rather than specific. "I'm dying to get fucked." He pulled his thwarted cock back. "Let's go fuck in the bedroom then." Now I followed my host, who was easily twice my age, back up the pool steps to a row of cushy folded towels on a nearby chaise. I had an erection now too. Finally. Like his, it bobbed in midair as we vigorously dried our bodies off. "See?" he said. "I told you you were too young to need Viagra." We both laughed. I could not help noticing our circumcised cocks were remarkably similar. In length, shape, arc and flesh color. Mine a little skinnier perhaps. Yes, a little. Just as my balls were smaller than his. Though part of that may've been the fact that mine were shaved. Though he was balding on top the hair on his body, from shoulders on down, was black. No grey yet. I could see he was taking the same penis inventory I was. He tossed his towel aside and came over and put his right hand around my hard cock. "Ah, youth," he said. "Beautiful." He gave it several strokes and added, "Let's go." I followed him through the sliding glass doors into the house. I stood at the foot of the queen-sized bed and asked, "How do you want me?" He came around, grabbed a pair of pillows off the headboard and tossed them in a stack in bed's center. "Lie on those. Spread your legs. I'll be right back." As I took my elevated mid-body position he came back from the bathroom with a tube of KY. After massaging his cock with it he, with two fingers, daubed some on my asshole. And just inside it. "That's what we needed in the pool," I joked. "I've never fucked in a pool. I've seen it in porn flicks, but..." "Me neither." He paused his advance. He was holding his cock by its base in his guiding right hand. "I take that back," he said. "I've fucked women in a pool before. Several times." I winced. This was starting to hit pretty close to home. The head of his cock made a kind of suctioning sound as it once again found my hole. "You still OK about this?" "Fine." He pushed in. Two inches? "You OK?" "Fine," I repeated. He pushed deeper. "Still OK? I don't want to hurt you." "No, really. Fine. Go for it." "This is amazing," he said, at least half his cock inside me. "Think about it." "I am." He shoved in. I let out a cry. I may've even drooled a little on the high thread-count sheet. As usual, my eyes had been bigger than my hole, so to speak. "You OK? Darling?" I appreciated his solicitude, I really did. "I...yes. Just give me a..." "Relax," he said. "We have all night. Or I can pull out." "No. Thank you. No. I'm good. Fuck me." He did. He pulled back. Plunged in. "Is this good?" "Good. Yes. Great. Oh!" "You like to please men, don't you?" "Yes! I do!" "I can tell. You have a pretty big hole for a...when is your birthday again?" Typical, I thought. "October. I'll be 23." "For a 22-year old," he concluded. "Remember the racing car set I sent you?" Vaguely. In fact, most of my memories about him were vague. "Yes." "It's been a long time, that's for sure." "A very long time," I admitted. A rhythm had developed: the full length of his cock sliding in and out of me. The feeling exquisite. Mind-bending. Oh! "Way too long," he said. "Yes. Yessir! I...!" "Are you hard?" "Hunh?" "Hard? Underneath?" "I...think so." "Raise up." "Do what?" "On your knees. Let's change position." He pulled out allowing me to rise up on my knees. I yanked the bolstering pillows forward until they were under my chin. He found socket again and pushed in, easily this time, and resumed his motion. Only this time he reached underneath and took hold of my hard cock and started stroking it. "Just so you know," I said, breathlessly. "I'm...very immature." "I know you're immature." I shook my lowered head. "Premature, I mean!" "That's OK," he said. "Don't hold back. Let it out!" I did. I did! My sperm shooting onto the bottoms of the stacked pillows and then dripping onto the sheet below. I had a bird's eye view of it—if an upsidedown one. Meanwhile he continued rutting me, his spermy right hand returning to my right hip. His now-furious motion lasted...I don't know, I lost all track of time. All I know is he came in me, finally, with a series of shouts that probably awoke the neighbors he didn't yet know. "Oh, fuck," he declared, out of breath, just before pulling his shrinking cock out of me. "Yes." "Fuck!" "Thank you," I said. Feeling, to be honest, quite effeminate at the moment, and longing for my white panties out on the lanai, and for the leak of fresh sperm they would soon be absorbing. "No. Thank you," he said. "That was special. Beyond special." "I, um, don't suppose you have any panty liners..." Laughter gurgled from his lips. His breath was back. "No. Why would I need panty liners?" It was time to go. I had to be at work in eight hours! He followed me to the front door of his rental house, squeezing my ass the whole way. I turned to face him in the vestibule. "So tomorrow night? Dinner here? We'll have a cook out! Margaritas! TGIF!" "OK," I agreed. He put his arms around me. We embraced. I kissed his neck. We both pulled back. Kissed on the lips. "Thanks, dad," I said. "Thanks for letting me back into your life. We have a lot of catching up to do." I kissed him on the lips again. "I'll see you tomorrow night." "It's a date." He gave my ass a parting pat—almost a spank—as I stepped down into front porch's night air. "I'll pick up those panty liners," he said, with a smile. "And more lube. And a nice filet of salmon. You like fish? Good night!" "Night!" I said. I got in my car. I had a unique feeling inside me. The Reunion All characters older than 18 years of age. ***** Doug Bunker smiled. His thin arms and shoulders were aflame from hoisting the corpulence of his upper torso. His flabby core tingled with effort, its impending failure threatening the collapse of his tense, sweaty body. He desperately swallowed gulps of air that brought cool, but torturously evanescent relief to his burning lungs. His thighs and ass had gone virtually numb, their straining driving force rendering his thrusts shallow and uncoordinated. His genitals tingled almost unbearably, and it took every ounce of resolve within him to not spill his seed. His teeth threatened to crack from the force of his jaw, which was clenched shut in a desperate effort to endure the stress on his body. The man was a sweating, wheezing, jiggling mess atop his wife. Yet, he was truly happy. It had been a while. He had spent the better part of the last two decades watching his life slowly decay. He watched as a lean young man with fierce eyes melted into a pudgy slob with slumped shoulders. He watched as an idealistic economics major sold out his dreams for vapid, but well-heeled accountant work. Most tragically, he had watched as the warm tenderness of his fresh marriage slowly rotted into a rancid arrangement of frigid tolerance. But that was part of the unpleasant past that he had vowed to forget. Ever since their successful "Reunion", the Bunkers had found marital bliss once again. So he switched his thoughts to happier memories. He remembered the first time he had seen Kristen Baines - two decades ago - clear as day. Initially resistant to a marriage arranged by his parents, his misgivings completely evaporated when he stepped into the guest bedroom and saw a gorgeous 18-year old with lush, blond hair bouncing in springy curls; curly lashes batting over pretty, blue eyes; ample, red lips curled into a captivating smile; and a voluptuous frame packed into a modest, but entirely alluring summer dress. Indeed, when Pastor Baines transferred his lovely daughter onto Doug's arm on his wedding day, more than a sliver of his mind was busy imagining his wedding night. Doug smiled, remembering the night of passion and fulfillment. "I l-love you," he wheezed, looking at the woman below him. If he'd asked her how she remembered their wedding night, she would have spun a different tale. Certainly, she remembered it well; after all, Kristen had been looking forward to it for years. Despite their rustic roots, the Baines were a hedonistic lot, and Kristen's born-again parents could not shield her from the annual, highly educational trips she took to the families' countryside estates. By the time she had ripened, the girl knew more about sex and breeding than the most liberated feminists in the country. Even her parents, for all their Puritanical moralizing, did not abstain from partaking in the marital bliss they had enjoyed since well before their religious conversion; Kristen fondly remembered the hot summer nights outside her parent's bedroom door, quietly stroking her pussy as she imagined herself in her shrieking mother's place. Indeed, had she not known of the gratifying nature of her parent's marriage, her virginity would have been undoubtedly lost to her enthusiastic and physically gifted cousins and relations on the Baines ranch. When she learned of her would-be suitor, a college-educated, urban gentleman who would take her away from her repressed hometown, she was overjoyed. For all of Doug's excitement at their wedding, Kristen could barely focus on the ceremony, her imagination awash with the sights and sounds that she had come to expect after her extensive, but entirely second-hand sexual education. In reality, Kristen was greeted by a prudish and genteel virgin who awkwardly deflowered her for a few minutes before quickly drifting to sleep. She remembered weeping alone, angry at her naiveté and her disillusionment. "I love you too," Kristen replied, opening her eyes and flashing her spouse a smile before retreating back into her mind. "F-feel good... baby?" "Ya it's good, Doug," she lied. Thinking about her wedding night ruined what little arousal she had achieved, so Kristen switched her thoughts to greener pastures; although she had been a virgin up to her wedding night, Doug was certainly not the only man she had ever been with. After the inaugural year of their marriage, Kristen had become thoroughly convinced that her effete and increasingly workaholic spouse would never satisfy her boundless sexual appetite. Certainly, she did not actively quest to be unfaithful. Unfortunately, after assenting to her husband's request to teach piano to help pay for the child they had planned on having since their wedding night, circumstances began testing her forbearance. Within a year, the frustrated, young housewife had between her legs a blond lothario home for the summer from his college and his wrestling scholarship. By the end of the summer, she knew well what her mother was screaming about for all those hours at night. After the revelation of her first affair, Kristen became a serial philanderer. She spooled through the various liasons in her mind, her cleft again moistening with each memory. The PTA dad who would not let her husband coach baseball. The contractors that took weeks remodeling the basement bathroom. The boy in loose shorts selling magazines. Doug's young and gifted summer intern. And then, accidentally, she unearthed the one she had been trying to avoid. Garrett. Her handsome son. She remembered flashes of their first time. Doug's month-long business trip to Thailand. Pleasant High's summer vacation. A bottle of wine after a long, exhausting, but incredibly fun Independence Day. Garrett's warm head in her lap, his soft hair in her hands, his shorts bulging obscenely before her eyes, his sobriety weakening with hers. Knees pressing a skirt into the carpet. Fingers pulling down boxers by the elastic band. Kristen's eyes widening with incredulous discovery, her head nudged forward by the ambitious teenage hand on the back of her head, her gag reflex sorely tested, her large teats lubricated with an oily river of teenage precum. A skirt hiked up past creamy thighs. Motherly calves stroking her boy's strong shoulders. A teacher flooding the mouth of her best student with her amply flowing honey. A son's eyes shut by his loving mother scratching his glans to sublime ecstasy with her long, painted nails. A mother's eyes wide at her horny son gorging her experienced pussy to virgin levels of stretch with his thick, pale truncheon. Incestuous screams announcing midnight. Warm maternal jus spraying onto a squat teenage pestle. Potent teenage cream spilling out of a distended maternal basin. Garrett's disappointment at his quick release. Kristen's delight at his quick recovery. Leading her son up the stairs, his cock in her hand. Folding his mother on her marital bed, her legs on his shoulders. A trembling colt growing into a glistening stallion. A cooing mare remembering how to be a shrieking filly. 1 AM. Stuffed full, ass up, face down. 4 AM. Elbows locked, hips undulating, riding cowgirl. 8 AM. Legs up in the air, toes curled, breath a scream. Noon- "Kristen?" Her eyes flashed open. Doug had stopped moving and was looking at her, concerned. "Huh? What is it?" "Your face... I've never seen it like that." "Oh uh, you're just making me feel so good." "Well, it's sexy, so I'm glad. Ugh I'm glad you're close honey, cause... baby I'm almost there," he groaned, resuming his thrusts. "O- oh yeah... yeah I'm close," she covered, aware that his efforts did nothing to scratch the now-aching tingling deep inside her. Doug seemed to buy it, "Yeah, I can tell - you're dripping wet now." "All for you, Doug." "Aww yeahhh... *huff* c-come with me b-baby." "Oh yeah Doug - that feels so good. I'm so close, baby." "I'MMM OGGHHHHH!" Doug bellowed. Kristen followed with her best performance. "Me too! Oh Doug!" Doug gasped and wheezed, falling atop his wife's body. Their soft flesh pressed together in warm embrace. He kissed her after regaining his breath, and rolled beside her, his limp pecker wrinkled and wet under his potbelly. In all their years of marriage, he had never worn a condom; the pair was never blessed with fertility. Once this was a source of concern - it took nearly a year of semi-regular procreation before their son miraculously took root one day - but was now a perquisite. He turned and looked at his wife. Even in the dim light, she was unbelievably lovely. Her curly blonde hair, slightly messy from their relations, framed her aged, but still very pretty face. Her slender neck gave way to her enormous bosom, which had somehow grown larger with the years, and her pale stomach, which had remained the same size from rigorous diet and exercises. The same care had kept her substantial hips, buttocks, thighs, and calves impressively taut for her age. Euphoric from his climax and the ability to connect to his beloved and still resplendent bride, he shivered as he poured her heart out to her. "I love you so much, Kristen." Completely unsatisfied, Kristen turned away as she told him that she felt the same. Since the "Reunion", each "I love you too" felt flimsier and flimsier; she began to worry that he'd see the truth in her eyes. She didn't want to disappoint him. After all, when her husband of 20 years broke down in tears after another fizzled date night, his earnest pleas to save their marriage and rekindle their love had persuasively moved her conscience. He was right - for all his faults, Doug had provided for his son and his wife capably, and his crime of domestic neglect that had earned him his family's disdain was largely a symptom of his exuberant efforts as a breadwinner. Thus, she had agreed to a "Wedding Reunion", a self-imposed period of marital reconciliation espoused by one of Doug's many self-help authors. At the time, pitying her life partner, her mind legitimately considered the possibility that she could replace the years of deception and adultery with a happy and honest marriage. Indeed, his entreaties had so shaken her conscience that she did the unthinkable: she broke her son's heart. When he had come home from school the day after, she stopped him in his amatory routine. Unfaltering in her newfound moral direction, she denied her sensual and maternal objections, and stood firm against his fanatical appeals. When she explained, quite honestly, that she had also made the decision to stabilize her marriage with his future in mind, citing that she could never support him financially like his father could, he angrily and wordlessly walked away. Every fiber in her body ached to stop the man that she had come to love, but her moral resolve kept her strong. One month later, her moral resolve had all but evaporated. She was constantly horny, and while her fingers kept her sanity at bay, they were no proxy for her son's endowment. Worse, Doug's insistence on frequent mating in order to respect the terms of "the Reunion" actually poured gasoline on the firestorm of lust threatening to consume their marriage. Doug rolled with her, pressing his chest into her back, wrapping his arm around her. "I mean it. I'd do anything to see you happy, baby." Kristen's mind disagreed on how to respond. One part of her was moved by her spouse's sincere attestation of devotion. The rest of her wanted to tell him the truth: she could only be happy if he'd let her and Garrett be. She sighed, weary from the internal conflict, and tried to be as honest as possible, "Thank you, love. Right now, the only thing I'm worried about is seeing Garrett through college." "Of course! Silly girl - you know you don't have to ask that of me." "I'm serious." His wife's tone indicated that she was in no playing mood. Following another tenet of the "Reunion", he decided to end the conversation gently before it devolved into a fight. He kissed her on the cheek, "Good night, love." "Goodnight..." Kristen muttered, her eyes gazing into the darkness long after Doug's faint snores permeated the room. Her fingers began rubbing her clit as she closed her tear-filled eyes, trying to imagine anything but the object of her desire. She was unsuccessful. The next morning, her tired eyes stared into the sizzling pan of sausage and eggs, distracted by the bubbling oil. The familiar sight, smell, and sound lulled her into a state of dreamlike memory. Suddenly, she felt her son's powerful arms encircle her. His warm lips lay gentle caresses of love on the nape of her neck. His fingers stroked the slight rounding of her stomach and the swell of her breasts. His egregious morning-wood stabbed her between her abundant buttocks with lubricious intent. "Mmm... good morning, mom." Although her womb burned thirstily and her labia were sodden with need, she played the part of the reluctant lover. "Babyyy... your father's gonna be down here soon." His fingers dipped between her legs, effecting a gasp of shocked pleasure from her lips. "We'll hear him. We have lots of practice." "Garrettttt... ohhhh..." "And then, after he's gone, I'm gonna make you ride me while I eat breakfast." "But you'll miss the busss," she whined. "Aw, mom. You can't give me a ride to school? I promise it'll be an entertaining driiive," he pouted teasingly as he lightly squeezed on the lips around her clit. "Yesssssssssss," she hissed, familiar with all the wonderful possibilities of a drive with her son. "Kristen?" Her son never called her by name. Her trance was broken - and she returned to the cold kitchen. She turned around to find her husband in his work clothes. "I think it's past well-done," he joked, gesturing to the pan. "Shit! Sorry..." she murmured, sliding the slightly burnt contents of the pan onto the plate. "It's ok, honey. Thank you for breakfast," he smiled before sitting down for breakfast. His wife still seemed lost. "Everything ok?" "Huh? Oh yeah... I'm good. Where's Garrett?" "I think he's waiting for the bus with Kyle again." Doug was moved to pity by the disappointment on his wife's face. He knew she adored the boy, and the usually inseparable duo was locked into a tiff he didn't understand. The fight had clearly dispirited Kristen, and he tried unsuccessfully to mend his son's behavior. His failure was not a surprise, however; whatever present ire he held for his mother still paled in comparison to the animus he bore for his father. Doug didn't blame him; in his zeal to provide, he had failed as a paternal influence in his boy's life. Still, if the "Reunion" with his wife had worked, perhaps there was hope for reconciliation with his son too. Kristen kissed her husband goodbye, closing the door behind him. She turned around to a house that felt emptier and more vacant than it had in the years. At least it was Friday, she thought as her spin class came to an end; every week, she'd meet Carol, one of the neighborhood moms for some wine and gossip. With her home life slowly corroding, her enthusiasm for female company, as well as her thirst, had been at a peak. She called to give her friend a heads up, as she walked to the car. By the time Carol picked up, she was already buckled into the seat. "Ahem... hello?" "Hey Carol? It's me Kristen. We're still on for this afternoon, right?" There was no response. Kristen only heard the vague commotion of voices in the background. "baby waitt... Kristen! H-hey, listen, I'm s-sorry ... unfff ... I c-can't do lunch today..." Silence again. Kristen could hear a deep male voice amongst her friend's obvious cries and giggles. She smiled, whispering, "Josh is home, huh?" Carol gasped and she heard the male voice laugh. "Yes... I- I'm sorry. He surprised me by... c-coming home early for the long week- Josh ahhhh!" Kristen reassured her, "It's ok sweetheart. I completely understand. Enjoy yourself." There was no response, but the couple on the otherside on the phone had long forgotten any semblance of propriety; she could hear the sound of their desperate rutting clear as day. The now lost, but familiar sound of exasperating passion made her womb prickle with need, and when her rational mind forced her to hang up, most of her ravenous flesh begged her not to. Finding herself dizzy, she took a deep breath before resigning herself to the drive home. She tried to focus on her newfound moral authority, yet the alluring thoughts of a forbidden reunion claimed her mind. She barely noticed turning onto her street, her attention only stimulated by the usually hateful sight of neighbor's distasteful lawn gnomes. Her home finally came into view, and she casually studied the suburban palace until something caught her eye - the blinds on Garrett's window rippling in the breeze. Her heart sank. Her son was home, and he almost certainly had a woman in his bed. Having partaken in innumerable incidents of fornication in the Bunker household over decades, Kristen was an expert on the subject. For example, she knew that Garrett's room was the best place to hear the garage door open, especially with the window left open, making it a prime destination. In fact, the couple had become so practiced at reacting to the mechanical clarion call of Doug's arrival that sometimes they would still finish if time permitted. She also knew that her son hated the sound of blinds rattling in the wind; although he understood their vitality as a mask, he would lift them from the very moment that it was safe to do so. Thus, Kristen parked her car across the street and quickly walked to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. For the last month, she had quietly suffered her overflowing libido, Garrett's antipathy, feigning romance, and the stifling boredom. Now, for the first time in forever, she burned with reckless jealousy that made her throw caution to the wind. She quietly opened the door and was immediately greeted to the expected sounds of copulation. She immediately identified her son's vociferations, although his patient grunts and heavy breathing belied a level of investment far below what she was accustomed to. Perhaps he just seemed muted relative to his partner's clamorous, piercing squawking. Whoever the bitch was, she was young and she clearly couldn't handle Kristen's personally trained stud. At the top of the stairs, Kristen saw that her son's door was wide open. Mouth dry and heart fluttering, Kristen's toes curled as she placed step after silent step on the creak-prone wooden floor. Practically, the sheer volume of caterwauling within the small bedroom rendered her stealth largely optional. Within a minute, her shoulder hugged the wall besides Garrett's door, and she slowly leaned forward to investigate. Her head soon tracked the scene into her view, and the contents of the picture overwhelmed her sight. In center frame, a gargantuan, V-shaped, male back sweated and rippled with dedicated motion. Small, female feet peeked out from the background, the multi-colored painting on the toes visible from their intense clenching. Below, an elephantine, pale billy club, wrapped scantily with translucent black latex, walloped a tiny, pink snatch, its unyielding rigidity circumscribed by unraveling softness. His large hands clutched her skinny thighs, spreading them as wide as possible, opening her completely to his mercy. Garrett's thumping, muscular ass, the driving engine of the youthful fornication, took no mercy on the willing co-ed; at a breakneck pace, it pulled out the shaft until only the swollen glans remained inside, and then jammed the fleshy colossus back into the tiny cavern as far as possible. At the end of the occasional downstroke, even after bottoming out, with several inches of cock still outside, Garrett kept pushing and rotating his hips; the move made his mom dizzy and his girlfriend shriek. Frothy, white lubricating fluid streamed out of the frantic, snug union, spilling onto the disheveled red sheets as Garrett steadily pulverized the little girl, her lanky haunches and bony thighs shaking from the drubbing. The Reunion Having experienced Garrett's special ability to pack a woman to overflowing, Kristen angrily envied the mewling girl. However, the knowledge that so much of her son's endowment was wasted on the little waif brought a dark revel to her heart; only a mother could take all of her baby boy. "Gahh- RETT! Aaah!! Yo- you're gonna... make meeeee..."the adult girl squeaked, her small hands clutching her lover's massive arms. "I know. Just let go," Garrett muttered. Kristen knew her son was no stranger to a woman's impending orgasm. She watched with wide eyes as her ex-lover continued his steadfast trouncing until the teen beneath him screamed piteously, clawed at her tormentor's back, and flexed her toes. Garrett withdrew, the suction from the removal of his mighty scepter causing the ravaged girl's pussy to evict a quantity of fluid that soaked the bed. Although transfixed by the pulsating monster dangling menacingly from between her son's legs, Kristen retreated from the doorway to maintain her cover. "A- mazingg," she heard the girl croak. "Get on your knees," Garrett commanded coolly. "Wha- again?" "Yeah, I haven't come yet." "But... what about your mom?" "She's gonna hang out with her friends until the afternoon. We'll hear the garage door, so stop worrying." Still on her back, she panted heavily, "Wanna rest for a bit?" "No." Kristen listened to the bed creak as her son ignored the girl's reservations and easily flipped her over. As her son's grunts and the breathless schoolgirl's squeals began anew, Kristen realized that her panties were saturated and that her belly was on fire - she was more aroused now than she had been in weeks. A short while later, Garrett cursed loudly as he heard the garage door open. He released the Emily's hair and sweaty ass from his firm grip and withdrew. She whimpered disapprovingly, looking back and arching her sweaty back, "No... baby... I'm so close... pleasee..." Garrett was in no mood for commiseration as he threw the disappointingly empty condom into the waste basket. Ever since his mother had unceremoniously put an end to their assignations, his aching cock had gone unrelieved in weeks. Unfortunately, thanks to his mother's overzealous tutelage, masturbation was no longer a worthy opponent for his stamina. When he'd finally gotten Emily Bonnett into bed, he was sure that he'd found relief, but her inexperienced pussy was no match for the maternal vaginal gymnastics to which he was accustomed; the short bouts in Emily's teenage bedroom while her mother visited neighbors always left him blue-balled. Realizing that he'd finally have an empty house for hours, he had planned to plow the tight little teen uninterrupted until he was satisfied; this unexpected interruption irked him to no end. Whilst pulling on his shorts, he snapped, "My mom's already here. Get dressed." Terrified of Mrs. Bunker, Emily yelped and frantically began dressing. Soon, the couple descended the stairs together to meet Kristen. Despite their casual attitude and state of full dress, the teens were implicated in their peccadillo by their shiny bodies and disheveled clothes. "Hey mom... how was spin class?" "Good." Garrett knew his mother well enough to know that the strained smile she wore belied an intense anger bubbling underneath the surface. He also noticed her glare directed at his arm around Emily's waist. She was jealous! Still fuming at his mother for her various slights, Garrett was eager for some payback. He curled his arm around the schoolgirl tighter, bringing her even closer. "This is Emily Bonnett, from school." Her jaw clenched as she watched her handsome son snuggle up to the ugly, overtanned hussy with whore earrings and non-existent tits. The mother inside Kristen fumed at her for driving her son to this last resort. "H- hi, Mrs. Bunker... I was just about to leave," the girl croaked, astute enough to know that she was currently unwanted. "Hello, Emily. It's nice to meet you. Have a good afternoon." "I'll see her out." Garrett walked her to the door. Ensuring that their goodbye was well within his mother's sight, he embraced Emily so passionately that she left the house dizzy in love. As soon as the door closed, Kristen snapped, her legitimate anger exponentially fiercer from the jealously and sexual need that made her womb itch maddeningly. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I can't believe I have to come home to you plugging some teen skank!" "I thought you were going to be out with your friends until later," Garrett coldly replied. "Well, they cancelled," Kristen shouted, his reasonable response making her even angrier. "T-that's not the point though! You're being disgusting!" Garrett had had enough. "Oh bullshit," he muttered as he started to walk away. "WHAT?! What did you say?" Kristen walked up to him and grabbed his arm. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. You do not get to talk-" The teen turned around, towering over her. "I said BULLSHIT. You're not disgusted - you're just jealous." "Wha-?" Kristen mouthed, backing away. Garrett began pacing towards her, "You're jealous that I'm with somebody else. Jealous that I'm having sex with somebody else." Kristen tried to raise her voice, but she could only whisper, "I thought I told you we wouldn't talk about that anymore." Garrett had finally walked her back against the wall. He towered over her, his hands bracing his lean against the wall two feet above her, and brought his face close to hers. "I didn't. You did. You want me to talk about it." "I- I..." Kristen found herself looking up at her strapping, handsome son - teenager or not, he certainly looked at her like a man does at his woman. Her anger disappeared and the speech she had prepared had been forgotten. All she knew was the throbbing deep in her belly. Her nostrils flared. The hairs on her skin stood up. Her already moist panties began to wet anew. "You're jealous that I've replaced you with someone. Angry that I don't need you anymore." She didn't bother denying the truth. Her eyes gazed into his in complete submission. He could reduce her to tears with one cruel word. To her surprise, his gaze softened and the lines in his face softened. "Well you're wrong. I do need you." He grasped her hand and guided it to his shorts. With a familiarity bordering on instinct, her fingers curled around the massive barrel of his erection and began stroking it. God, she missed touching him. "He's been aching for you, mom. He needs you... so badly. Only you know how to touch him." The look of tortured need on her beloved boy's face made her mother's heart melt. She reached up and touched his face with her other hand. "Oh... my poor babyy. I- I need... you... too." Garrett closed his eyes, relishing his mother's loving touch. He opened them again to gaze into her lovely eyes, and began to close the distance between them. "I love you, mom. I want you." Kristen's heart pounded violently, filled to the brim with a confusing mix of lust, love, guilt, and fear. She slid her hand from his cheek and placed them over his lips, pushing weakly. She shook her head slowly, her teary eyes wide, "Baby... we c- can't. I promised... your father... this is wrong." Garrett paused his advance, his blue eyes burning into hers, "Does that matter?" Kristen was shocked at his amorality. Was this the reflection of her deepest self? He disclosed, "I don't care if it's wrong. I just have one question." "What?" she whispered, eager to know. He lowered his arms from the wall, wrapping them around her body. His fingers stroked her shoulders over her tanktop, her bare stomach, her hips confined in yoga pants. He pulled her close, pressing the hard slab in his boxers against her tight gym clothes, the heat setting her core on fire. "Is it what you want?" Taking her eyes slipping shut in pleasure as her approval, he resumed his approach. He grasped her blonde head with his large hand, and pulled it to him, rekindling their forbidden love with her surrendered kiss. Divorced to such heights of passion for so long, Kristen 's conscious grew hazy as lust conquered her soul. The very training that she had bequeathed to her son now conquered her attention, his hungry lips, rapacious hands, and eager tongue reducing her to a dazed schoolgirl. She barely remembered being picked up and walked up the stairs towards her son's room. Through the fog of her mind, she briefly wished that the boy would walk them to her marriage bed, but then quickly remembered that Garrett's room was their designated sanctuary. She felt her feet touch the ground and watched as her son began undressing. The familiar sight triggered her associated routine, and she stripped naked. Just as she bent down to pull away her yoga pants, she stood up to find her tall, tanned paramour walking towards her, his ludicrously large erection bobbing before him. She looked up at him when he was close, his blond hair glistening in the sunlight streaming from the window. He pulled her into him, her chin resting on his sternum, her breasts pressed against his abdomen, her soft mound squshed against his diamond hard-on. Her hands rubbed his shoulders, whilst his fingers explored the curve of her ass, dislodging her panties. Her panties dropped to her shins. As she had done thousands of times before, she kicked them off and stood on her tippy-toes, tilting up her head so that her lips were centimeters away from her son's. Garrett looked down to meet her lips. "I love you. Only you," she whispered before pressing her lips to his. Their wet, messy, desperate lip locking seemed to go on for eternity. Finally reunited and safe in the temple of the most forbidden ritual, mother and son consumed each other. The heat of their embrace also further ignited their craven need, as evidenced by their throbbing, weeping genitals. Kristen broke the kiss. She breathlessly whispered, "I need cock. Now." She dropped to her knees, intently worshipping her most favorite penis in the world. She felt her pussy ache as she relearned its pale, vein-engorged surface after a month of estrangement. The base stood hard and thick, like an alabaster tree trunk surrounded by pufts of dark grass. The tip, a slab of flesh that had covered every infinitesimal nook and cranny within her in its many spelunkings, drooled with monstrous purpose. She puckered her soft lips and approached, planting a long, tender kiss on the shaft, her eyes searching for his. He met her gaze, shivering from the memories associated with one of their many sexual rituals. She smiled, well aware of her ability to reduce her lothario to a mewling boy, pulling her hair behind her ear in preparation of readying his vigorous breeding tool. Looking to her left at the boy's nightstand, she opened the false bottom and used her plying fingers to grasp a flat piece of plastic from the wicker bucket. "Magnum. Extra Sensitive." she read, strangely happy to see the packaging again. Expertly tearing the plastic with her teeth - she hadn't ruptured a condom in years - she safely deposited the circle in the flat of her right hand. Garrett gently grasped her hand just as she set to the task. She looked up, bemused, to find him shaking his head. "Magic trick." She smiled in understanding. She grasped her son's penis casually with her left, placed the rubber in her mouth, and proceeded to swallow his entire monstrosity. Her son confirmed her success when he groaned in response to her voice tickling his glans and her lipstick smearing his base. The maneuver provided gooey lubricant for her mouth to spread over the column; Garrett's vision began to blur as he watched his parent lay wet, broad tongue-strokes around the surface of his babymaker. His knees went weak from the sensation, and he grasped her bare right shoulder for support. Normally, Kristen would never cease an action that made her baby groan and thrust with such relief. Today, however, even her maternal needs were bowing to her needs as a woman. She plopped the shiny, black obelisk from her mouth, and whispered huskily, "I need him. Inside me." He soundlessly pulled her up to her feet, right up against him. Holding her with his large hands, he walked her back and gently put her on her back. Climbing onto his knees, he recklessly pulled her legs apart to find her open for him, once again, stroking her bud to anoint his entry. He watched her, enjoying her heart-achingly pretty face watching him expectantly with need; her large, maternal breasts sloped onto her torso; her thick, creamy thighs and ample hips shaking with anticipation. He remembered well why high school girls had never concerned him before. He kneed up to her, laying down his pale enormity on her matching stomach. Its chasmal opening slobbering clear pre-cum well above her belly button, the image in her wide eyes drying her mouth. He pulled back, preparing to enter her in simple, but practiced, perfected, familiar missionary. Yet he felt her hand on his left shoulder, their well-established gesture of veto. "W-wait... I wanna see it go in," Kristen sighed. Garrett's lust-glazed eyes cleared to consider her request. Kristen blushed, "I was... watching you with that girl earlier... and watching you fill her was... fun. So I wanna see..." She watched his eyebrows rise, likely in surprise to his mother's voyeurism. His gaze drifted away shortly, and for a moment it seemed that he was lost in thought. "Sweetie? Is everythi-" Kristen was abruptly interrupted as her lover got onto his knees and began to wordlessly reposition her. He climbed back off the bed, pulling her with him until her buttocks graced the edge of the bed. She watched as he pulled her legs high into the air and pushed them back against her torso. With a commanding voice that made her shiver, he muttered, "Hold your legs back." Mother obeyed placidly, curling her hands around her large thighs, hooking her legs back; through the V of her legs, she relished the long-denied, once-familiar sight of her son in between her legs. Her eyes traced his wide, sculpted thighs, tense from his posture; his hard, toned abdomen, rippling with his slow breaths; his massive, flat chest, dusted with a light fuzz of hair; and his flared lats and bulging shoulders, flexed from his hunched posture. Below, the glistening, black cane of his colossal penis hung intimidatingly between his legs, prepared to violate her most sacred treasure. "Baby..." she whispered. He met her eyes, hypnotized by her tone. "Fuck me." Kristen watched as he complied without question, placing the meaty tip of his spear against her opening and driving his hips forward. As the massive plum disappeared inside her, the pressure within her slowly rose. Soon, Garrett found himself pushing harder than he had in their years of mating. "Garrett!" He heard his mother gasp his name as the crown of the enormous glans finally went in, the requisite pressure driving in a portion of the slightly thinner shaft before her he could readjust his driving momentum. He felt her hand jerk to his abdomen, likely a defensive reaction to the invasion within her. Yet, the boy, reckless with need, did not hesitate in his determined descent. He drove forward with steady force, his arms flexed and his brow knit with effort. The familiar sensations of his mother's nearly involuntary, but expert muscular caresses on his tender pipe flooded his pelvis with waves of pleasure, making his eyes roll into the back of the head. "Christtt..." Kristen barely registered his growl of delight, her eyes wide with grotesque curiosity as she watched her offspring's pudgy truncheon invade her sanctuary; whenever he withdrew slightly to readjust his angle of entry, his breadth would cause her pink folds to unravel, like a glove being turned inside out. Beads of sweat stung her eyes as she intermittently gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying her best to adjust to a cock thrice the girth of the one she had become accustomed. However, with time, her body remembered its routine occupant, her walls loosening and lubricating to ease his entry. Soon, both mother and son reveled in the familiar sensation of their deepest union, as Garrett's glans kissed Kristen's cervix. Euphoric with sensation and close to her first vaginal orgasm in a month, Kristen ran her hands over her lover's body, lovingly stroking his chest. "Babyy... I've missed this sooo much. Ugh, you're incredible." Garrett relaxed his arms, lowering his face to hers, "I've missed you too, mom. There's nobody like you." She smiled, with genuine pleasure at his appreciation: a boy's adoration for his mother, a man's need for his woman, a lover's devotion to his soul-mate. "You're so beautiful. I want to give you everything I have," he whispered, gesturing to their union. Kristen's looked down, and was surprised to see that her son was not yet entirely inside her. Her gaze returned to his. "I love you, mom," he stated, just as he brought his lips to hers, and pushed forward hard. Just as his balls flattened against her buttocks, the tip of his peter kneading her womb, her orgasm began. That was the moment the last of her love for her husband dried up. "MMMMMM!! MMMMMM!!" She screamed into his lips, her hips writhing carelessly. He lowered his weight onto her completely, her tits pressing into his chest. Now comfortably maintaining his deep penetration, he watched her eyes bolt back, her body seize, her face redden, and her brow strain from the waves of excruciating relief wracking her soul. Garrett released her from his kiss, looking on her face with fascination as her mouth gaped into an "O", unable to produce any sound for a moment before drawing in ragged breaths and letting them out in tortured hisses and whimpers. Even though he held steady, the preposterously powerful spasms around his schlong tested the limits of his endurance. When her breathing finally stabilized, she sighed with relief, gazing up at her abettor through tufts of sweaty, messy hair. She grasped his face with both hands and began laying innumerable kisses all over. This was sex. She remembered now what it was, and wondered how she ever abandoned this. Her raging endorphins made her see big pink hearts when she looked upon her teenage stud. "I love you too, baby," For the first time in a month, every fiber of her being meant it. She nuzzled his nose with hers and kissed him on the lips deeply. Still itching deep inside with a magnificent penis inside her, she nibbled on his ear and whispered. "I need more. So much more." And so the two lovers began dancing their favorite dance. The man impaled his mate, his muscular legs and ass propelling his hips to and fro, forcing his ominously large love-cudgel deep into his lover, jabbing and nudging every bit inside of her. He sighed and grunted, his dominant eyes boring into her surrendering pair, his large fists digging into the soft bedding to keep him above her, his battering ram massaging his mother's soft walls. The woman consumed her beau, her strong pelvic muscles and abs powering her void to suctioning, blitzing the staff inside her with powerful Kegels, rubbing and caressing every inch inside of her. She gasped and whimpered, her eyes eager to surrender to his impossible masculinity, her small hands pushing against his chest to control his assault, her quim milking her son's inflamed pipe. Her eyes flutter and legs shake when he bumps her special places. She squeals and her fingernails dig into his chest. Over the next half-an-hour, the pleasure within her, exhorted by prolonged abstinence, pulses fast and hard. Her orgasms batter her long and unexpectedly. Some make her cry, but her son never lets up; by the next orgasm, she's thankful for him knowing better. She sweats, squirts, claws, kicks, shrieks, and screams out a month's worth of sexual frustration. The Reunion He relishes these moments with a smile, of his longstanding memory of filial conquest again becoming a reality. Yet, he is sparring with no teenage girl; her exquisite embrace, coupled with a month of maternal neglect and his previous hour of stimulation, increasingly stir his stable panting into unsure growls of pleasure. His testicles begin to rise, their now capacious crop simmering with the excitement of impending release. "Ugh... mommm," he groaned. His sweat dripped from a tan, bulging chest, mixing with hers before running down in rivulets on her alabaster skin. Very savvy in her son's sexual cues, Kristen knew that her teenager was about to erupt. She pushed him out. His face filled with legitimate panic as he desperately resought her embrace. She reached down, gently pressing her nails into his painfully swollen nutsack. The pain and pleasure make him reel, snapping him out of his savage instincts. "I don't want to waste it in a condom. Come here, baby." Her tender, maternal tone made the good boy in him obey without reservation. He kneed forward until his pussy spreader lay in reach of her mouth and breasts. She removed the condom, squeezing its collection of lubricant on to her chest, his from within, hers from without. Before her, a piteously purple mushroom wept and throbbed with unimaginable need. She grasped it within her breasts, quickly coating it in her makeshift lubricant. In the meanwhile, she tenderly kissed the tip, making it spritz a dollop of clear juice onto her lips. She cooed, "Aww my poor babyyy. So big and purple - you must need relief bad." He groaned affirmatively, her ministrations already providing said need. He barely registered her tossing the empty rubber into the trash. "Did you miss mommy's big, soft breasts?" "Godddd yessss." Kristen missed tending to her son. She missed him needing her. "Just relax, sweetheart. Let mommy empty your big, tender balls." Garrett felt her fingers lovingly cajoling his pouch. With the added encouragement from her bosom furiously polishing his knurl and her tongue itching his bellend, the teen willying obeyed. "HRGGHHHH!!" he roared as his pisshole yawned, jetting a thick, white cord of baby batter that covered the distance from his mother's chin to his bedroom wall. Kristen defensively aimed the cock at her chest, her eyes now shut from the deluge on her face. She patiently mothered the length of the boy's bobbing staff as he groaned and grunted, and came, and came, and came. She was well acquainted with the boy's miraculous potency, yet the sheer duration of his emission shocked her. When he finally collapsed back onto his knees, his growls reduced to exhausted, tongue-lolling panting, Kristen freed one of her hands to wipe her sticky face clear. When her vision readied, she looked upon a nearly opaque pool of milky white slime covering her chest and dripping off her skin. Its source, a white, veiny, monolith, throbbed undiminished over its newly reclaimed quarry. The man it was attached to panted quietly, his enormous, sinewy body shining with a sheen of sweat. He smiled handsomely through his labored breaths, "Holy shit. You are incredible, mom." Kristen smiled back, adoringly stroking his back and his ass. "So are you sweetheart. You did such a good job..." Then she curled her other hand around his pussy drill, testing its readiness. "...for your first time back. Now remind me who I trained you to be." Garrett set to the grueling task of reclaiming his technique. Sex with his matron was a divine gift, but also an earned right; Kristen was a sexual martinet who maintained high standards for the boy, maximizing his potential and ensuring that he would never grow up to be a Doug. At the height of their incestuous affair, during Garrett's summer breaks, she made use of the lad all day long, intermixing their frantic, passionate lovemaking with regimented drills and achievement tests. She had developed the course after a lifetime of sexual experience, and unlike piano, never had to motivate her students to practice their fundamentals. She too loved the practice, congratulating their successes with her shrill orgasms. Garrett, her most dedicated tutee, had practiced so vigorously and tirelessly that she had fallen in love with him. As a master graduate of the course, the teen casually reviewed the curriculum of his adolescence without pause or prompt. He demonstrated every position and any variations, muttering the benefits and hindrances, and providing a practical demonstration until his tester shrieked her acceptance of his physical mastery. He often found himself filling a condom before he liked, but he leveraged the vigor of his youth, and before long, the balloon was in the trash and a fresh condom tip was pressed against his mother's cervix. Innumerable hours later, he once again heard the familiar rise in the pitch and volume of her's howls. "Garrett!! Ohhh you sweet fucking boyyy... you're gonnaaa... make mommyyy..." Taking advantage of the spooning position, he reached around and began fondling her swollen clit as he kept jabbing her deep sanctum hard and fast with his big, fat baton. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" The teen felt warm fluid gush around the condom, dripping onto his exposed balls. The violent maternal spasms along his tingling cylinder begged him to surrender. Since he had just finished making his teacher come in each and every position she had ever taught him, he decided to let go. "Mommmmmm," he groaned as his dong pulsed erratically, inflating the rubber tip with rhythmic swells. Mother and son continued to hump until their desperate paroxysms cooled. Garrett pulled out with a sigh, the exit of his enormous piston evacuating a quantity of fluid from Kristen's womb. He let her reach down and remove the condom as he kissed her neck and caressed her sweaty body. She tied it off and lazily tossed it on the ground, now that the wastebasket had spilled onto the floor She tenderly raked her fingers along the cock that had dominated her soul for the past few hours. Her mind still couldn't believe what had just happened. "Ugh, this thing is going to ruin me. Oh sweetie, I love you sooo much." She turned around, placing her lips gently on his. "I love you too, mom." *THUNDERCLAP* The sound broke the lover's idyll, and they realized that it had been raining for some time. Garrett stood up to investigate. He lightly unrolled the blinds to find a cloudy, night sky and torrential rain. "Wow, guess we lost track of the time," he muttered before returning to bed, eager to be reunited with maternal flesh. Kristen, however, stood up, picking up the clock from the floor. "Oh crap, it's late. Where's your father?" Garrett wrapped an arm around her hips, bringing her close to the bed, "Who cares? We'll hear the garage door when he's here. Now come back to bed." Kristen playfully slapped his arm away, laughing. "We've only gotten away with this for years by being careful. You're too reckless, mister." He mock frowned in defeat. She rubbed his head. "Goofball. Let me just make a few calls, Romeo, and then I'll be all yours again. Deal?" The teen retreated, happy with her promise, "Deal." As she bent over to pick up the robe, redraping it around her shoulders, she ogled her teenage lover, his impressive frame spread over the bed with his muscular arms bulging behind his head. She pouted, "Ugh... don't make me regret this too much, sexy. I'll be right back, okay?" She bent over and gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled, playfully slapping her butt as she walked away. "You're gonna pay for that," she mouthed teasingly before walking out of the room. Although most of her head was still with the overzealous teenager in the bed she had just left, her rational brain grew concerned with the real world as she heard the rain batter the roof. Doug was a slave to routine, and he rarely came home after his promised time. Where was he? *THUNDERCLAP* Indeed, Bunker Sr. had been in the house for hours, as he had trekked home from his neighbor's house, after begging a ride. Linda, a decent friend, worked in Accounts across from him and lived a block away. After his car broke down at work, she offered to drive him all the way home, but he insisted on not burdening her. Besides, the walk home would let him pick flowers for his wife; after a month of improved relations with her, he was a much happier man and would do anything to keep things afloat. So, when he unlocked the front door to the house, his hopes and the flowers in his hand - petunias, Kristen's favorites - were fresh and healthy. He had been craving the sound of his wife's voice greeting him home. Unfortunately, the only sounds he heard upon entrance were the animalistic cries of two people clearly having sex. He quickly walked to the stairs, his mind aflame with confusion. Soon, the female of the voices screamed aloud. "Oh GOD!" Kristen. That was Kristen. It was his wife. First, his heart sunk. He walked up the stairs, his body going numb and the world around him beginning to spin. "Fuckk!! You bigggg fuckingg boyyyy! Stir me gooooddd! EEEK!!" his wife shrieked, her request obviously fulfilled. Second, his heart grew cold. Almost as a defense, he began recounting all the boys and men in his wife's life. Out of his control, his brain put to work imagining each one in between his wife's legs on his marital bed. Yet, as he approached the top, he realized that the noises were not coming from his bedroom, but from the right side of the stairs. Third, his heart began to ache. Oh god, was the bitch cheating on their son's bed? In the domicile of their only child? "Aaanh!! Nobody fills me like thissss!! Ohhhhh!!" Kristen grunted with a voice that her husband had never heard. As he passed the bathroom, he learned that indeed she was. He neared the end of the balcony, adjacent to his son's room, the sickening sounds now at a fever pitch. From here, he could see that the door was flung open. He queasily wondered if it belied a clear conscience or a practiced ritual - or both. With all the curiosity left in his soul, he turned to face the doorway. Last, his heart broke. There was the love of his life. Her blond, matted hair flew wildly as her thighs propelled her ample ass up and down what seemed like a police baton with a marble handle. The ferocity and enthusiasm of her steady gallop was a sight unknown to Doug, and the religious look of enrapturement in her eyes and her craven lust indicated by her lolling tongue felt like a punch in the gut. Her right breast was being mangled and tweaked by a lone hand, and her left one was being enthusiastically devoured by a voracious mouth. There was his son. All but one part of his brain begged him to look away from the heights of passion that he couldn't have even imagined, much less have experienced. His rational mind stunned completely, the one part took over and he experienced everything. The musky, powerful stench. The sounds of psychotic ecstasy. The sweat from his wife's body mixing with his son's. Flushed, pale and shiny, tanned skin slapping together. The pink welts covering his wife's buttocks. The red lipstick on his son's chest, and the redder scratches on his son's back. The frothy fluid coursing down his son's taint and joining the large wet-stain on the bed. The knocked-over trash can, filled with a mound of used condoms bulging with their contents. Suddenly, his son released his mother's tits from his mouth and folded his knees, raising his hips up. He grasped her hips in his large hands and thrust deep. His mother gasped, her eyes opening to meet his. The look of need and submission that Kristen offered to her son was one that Doug couldn't even remember. "Who owns you?" he muttered, before he began pile driving his mother from below as fast as he could. Doug had always been too busy to attend his son's football games - he now saw firsthand the athleticism that other fathers had praised him for instilling in his son. Kristen barely held on for the ride, her jaw clenched and her face contorted from the brutal pounding she took below. Her arms began to fail, and her head slowly lowered onto Garrett's chest. It looked like she was going to cry. She did. "GARREETTTT!!" His wife yelled and hollered, louder than she had even whilst delivering the boy, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands scratching his skin and clawing the bedspread. Meanwhile, his son smirked as he made his dear old mommy cum for the umpteenth time that day, his rapid cock-walloping continuing seemingly effortlessly. Soon her hips flew off the boy's penis, her overstimulated pussy expelling the rubber-covered dong and soaking it with a large volume of frothy, whitish fluid. Even disconnected, she continued to shake, lying completely flat on her son's muscular torso. He kissed her hair and lovingly ran his fingers through her blond tresses. When she woke from her daze, she began laying kisses on the boy's chest, working up his neck, and settling at his lips. After a wet, breathtaking, tongue-tiring embrace, she looked down at him, and whispered, "I love you. Only you." If she meant that for Garrett's ears only, she had failed. The last of Doug's insides died as he watched his son tenderly reiterate her vows of love, and then wordlessly began rutting with his mother again. He retired from the scene, heading to the master bedroom. He was confident they had neither seen nor heard him, and he wasn't even trying to hide. "Anh!! Here we go AGAINN!!" He heard Kristen yell as he sat down at his bedroom desk, placing the petunias by the faint light of the window. Outside, it had begun to rain. Doug hadn't even registered the pitter patter on the roof. Normally, he loved rain - the sensation, the smell, the mood - it reminded him of reading his favorite comic books on his balcony during his college days in Washington. He opened the window. "Drill meeee!! Oh you big beautiful BOYYYYYYY!!" As Doug learned what it actually sounded when his wife climaxed, he fished out the keys from his pocket. Isolating a small silver one, he bent down and opened the drawer at the bottom left. He placed the wooden box on his desk, blew away the accumulated dust, and removed its contents. "Ohhh!! My god! I fucking missed this cock!" As he quaffed the last of the Glendronach 15, he signed his name onto the document, weighted it down with the empty bottle, and picked up his drop-point survival knife. *THUNDERCLAP* Garrett grew impatient, stepping out of bed. He walked over his boxers, his now flaccid manhood wagging with his steps; while a small part of him wondered where his father was, the teen was largely concerned in restarting his indulgences of maternal comfort. The idea made his balls tingle and slowly pumping blood into his indefatigable joystick. He walked into the master bedroom, only to find it completely empty. His attention was drawn by the paper on the desk dancing to the storm outside the window. He quickly walked to the window, pulling it shut. Gathering the papers, he weighted them down with the empty liquor bottle on the side. His gaze focused on a section of the paper, lit faintly by moonlight. "I devise, bequeath, and give my..." His attention was refocused to the master bathroom by the sound of moving water. The door was closed, but light peered through the bottom. His alertness slowly rising, he walked over to the door, accidentally stepping on some wilted flowers on the way. He slowly pushed the creaky door open. He was relieved to find his mother, kneeling quietly by the tail end of the bathtub. He grasped her by the shoulder to turn her around. Kristen Bunker smiled. The Reunion © 2015 by Thrillerauthor Twenty years! It's hard to believe that much time has gone by since I limped out of Grover Cleveland High, at the bottom of my class, prospects zero. My sole achievement was the dubious designation as Class Clown, in recognition of outrageous pranks which got me suspended twice and almost expelled. The last, which nearly ruined the senior prom for everyone, featured me disguised as a girl in a long halter gown. More on that later. College was out of the question, and my long-suffering parents made it clear that I'd have to start paying room and board if I could hang onto a minimum wage job. By then I'd had my fill of Dullsville, USA. So I loaded a backpack and headed west, hitchhiking over the Rockies and all the way to Oregon. Where I fell in with a bunch of guys who were trying to break into the sneaker business. I started out sweeping the floors, living in a converted carport and putting every penny I could spare into company stock. Which took off like a rocket, thanks to a zany marketing campaign which I helped to inspire. Before long I was running the marketing department, working with people who were as off-the-wall as I was. Remember Bo Jackson and Bo Diddley? My baby. Stock options, promotions, and more stock options followed, and by the time I was 30 I was a millionaire, many times over, with a cool condo in Portland, a ski chalet in Bend, and a beach house on the Oregon coast. As for my love life, let's just say that Portlandia really is the epicenter of weirdness. Amongst all the Johnny Appleseeds and Rachel Carsons, there were gorgeous girls, beautiful boys, and everything in between. With a full head of long blonde hair, and a body lithe and lean from aerobics and yoga, I found my niche.... Surfing the Internet one night, I stumbled upon a website for Grover Cleveland High, and a link to a blog about an upcoming reunion for my class. I hadn't thought about those losers in twenty years, and I doubted if any of them had an inkling of my success. I was about to move onto more fertile ground when I spied this post: Remember Jay Fawcett? Our class clown, who almost gave Mrs. Dumphrey a heart attack at the senior prom? He sure looked hot in that dress! Wonder if he's had a sex change operation? Come to the reunion and find out! Those bastards! Using my most memorable prank to hype their stupid reunion! They made it sound like I was coming, as a woman! The post was written by Audrey Forrest, a cheerleader who never gave me the time of day. Miss Popularity trashing the Class Clown! I was reaching for the phone to call my lawyer when a better idea came to me. * * * Before I go any further, I'd better explain something: when I was growing up in Dullsville, I used to dress up in my sister's clothes. All the time, whenever I could. She was several years older, and after she left for college, her closet became my amusement park. I don't think she ever knew, and I'm sure my parents never had a clue. While they were both off at work, I would try on my sister's bras and panties, skirts and dresses, shoes and stockings, makeup and jewelry. I made a pretty girl, which was an incredible rush. But it remained a deep dark secret, until the end of my senior year.... "Do you have a date for the prom?" my best friend, Andy Cooper, asked me one spring day at the lunch table. "Nope. After I put that cherry bomb down a boy's room toilet, my parents took away my driver's license. No wheels, no dates." "Bummer." "How about you?" "Looks like I'll be sitting it out too. Julie dumped me last week, and it's too late to line up a girl I'd want to be seen with." "Ouch." "So I guess we can play pool and watch TV." "Sure, I'll come over." "By the way, did you hear what Mrs. Dumphrey said about us?" Mrs. Dumphrey was our guidance counsellor, who had done nothing but discourage me for four years. "No, what?" I asked. "She told one of the girls that we're the worst students she ever worked with, and she'd be shocked if any of the girls would want to be seen with us at the prom." "Shocked, huh?" I was steaming. Mrs. Dumprey was probably the biggest reason why my future looked so dim. And now she was kicking me and Andy when we were down! Slowly, a newfound courage came to me. "Andy," I said at length, "I want you to go ahead and rent a tux for the prom." "What?" "I have a date for you." "A date? Who?" "Me." * * * It took a lot of persuading, but eventually Andy went along. He was going into the Marines as soon as we got out of high school, and he didn't really care what the kids thought about him. Still, it wasn't till I showed him a few Polaroids of me as a girl that he decided what the hell, let's go out with a bang. The day of the prom, I cut my last class and got home early. I spent a long time in my sister's closet, finally selecting a long gown with a halter top that she had worn as a bridesmaid to a friend's wedding. She still had the matching clutch and heels, and I found a wig that she used to wear too. Then to her dresser drawers for lingerie, nylons and bling. I scooped up some of her makeup and put everything in a duffle bag, along with two nerf balls. Then I drew a hot bath and carefully shaved my arms, legs and chest. I had never done this before, and I was amazed by how soft and feminine my body looked after I dried myself off. My parents were both still at work when I put on sweats and sneakers, slung the duffle bag over my shoulder, and walked the few blocks to Andy's house. His mother opened the door. From the wicked smile on her face, I could tell that she was in on the secret. "Hello princess," she giggled. "Can I help you with your nails and makeup?" Andy's mom was one of the coolest ladies I've ever met, and my pulse was almost down to normal by the time Andy joined us. He looked gorgeous in his white tuxedo, and I felt very silly thinking of myself as his date. What in the world was I getting myself into? By then, it was too late to turn back. "Sure, Mrs. Cooper, that would be great. Can I have a little privacy first before we get started?" Without a word, she led me into the master bedroom and gently closed the door behind me. I was shivering with anticipation as I took off my sweats and laid out the contents of my duffle bag on the queen size bed. Although I'd put on my sister's clothes countless times, I'd never seen the light of day in them, and now my first public appearance would be at a formal dinner dance! My panties slid easily up my hairless legs, and for the first time I experienced the delight of nylon against smooth skin. Heaven! I savored the sensation for a few moments, sitting down on a corner of the bed and crossing my sleek legs, before I tried on the long half-slip I'd selected to wear under my dress. It felt so sexy against my stockings! Before things got out of hand, I went into the master bathroom to work on my makeup. A half-boy half-girl looked back at me in the mirror above the vanity, all silk and lace below the waist. I went to work on my boyish face: a bit of foundation, some eye liner and lip gloss were the limits of my expertise. Then the wig, a cute layered shag that instantly transformed me into a pretty girl. My heart was racing as I hurried back into the bedroom to put on my dress. I had to step into it, sliding the straps up over my shoulders, and it took me a few tries before I was able to tie them behind my neck in a bow. The final challenge: I picked up the two small nerf balls I'd brought and tucked them into my dress. Success! They nestled snugly into the built-in bra, and gave me the illusion of a figure. I was almost in a trance as I stepped into my pumps, and at first I didn't hear the soft tapping on the bedroom door. "Jay, can I come in?" It was Andy's mom. "Okay," I whispered, and watched as she poked her head into the room. I'll never forget the look on her startled face: surprise, concern and amusement all registered as she took me in. I busied myself with a necklace while she closed the door behind her and took me in. "Oh my," she finally said. "If I didn't know you were a boy, I'd have never believed it. How long have you been doing this?" "Please don't tell anyone. My mom and dad would disown me." "All right, nuff said. I sent Andy off to get you a corsage, so we have a little time. Not that you need any help...." "Do I really look like a girl?" "Are you kidding? Sweetheart, you're adorable. Here, why don't you let me find you something a bit nicer to wear with that dress." She rummage through the jewelry chest on her dresser and found a simple diamond pendant. "This will be perfect," she said, and she also found some pretty clip-on earrings that sparkled and dangled. "I haven't worn these in years," she went on. "And don't worry, these aren't real diamonds -- cubic zirconium," she explained as she fastened the pendant behind me and clipped on the earrings. "Now, let's do something about your makeup. It's cute, perfect for a girl your age, but this is a big night. Mind if I jazz it up a bit?" I nodded yes, and followed her into the bathroom, where she went to work with some eye shadow, mascara and blush. Then she wiped off my lip gloss and carefully applied a darker shade of lipstick. "Here, you'll want to have this in your purse," she said, handing me her lipstick. "Oh oh, your nails! We just have time." I stood there while she filed them down and applied a coat of quick dry polish that matched my lipstick. While we waited for them to dry, she fussed with my wig a bit, and finished me off with a few spritzes of what smelled like very expensive cologne. "Okay Cinderella, time to go to the ball," she said. I followed her back into the bedroom, and watched as she dropped her lipstick into my clutch. "A woman my age would need an arsenal to get through an evening like this, but a sweet young thing like you doesn't need any more help from me. I'm a little worried about my son," she added. I was trying to tell her she had nothing to worry about when we heard Andy come in the front door. "We're in here," his mother said, and we both watched as Andy came into the room. If his mother was surprised, Andy was shocked, and he stood there with an open mouth for what seemed like forever. "Holy shit," he finally said. "Jay, is that really you?" "I think you need to think up a better name for her tonight, don't you? Nobody at the prom is ever going to recognize her. How about Jayne?" she suggested. * * * Sitting in the passenger seat of Andy's car, I admired my wrist corsage while Andy rambled on nonstop about the mess I'd gotten him into. "I can't believe you look so like a girl. My mom must have helped you big time, right? We're gonna leave right after dinner. No way I'm gonna dance with you, okay? Jay?" "It's Jayne," I said softly, practicing my female voice. "Right, Jayne, I'll remember that. And so will you. If we're lucky, nobody will know you were there." "So who am I? I mean, who's Jayne?" "What?" "Come on, Andy, you have to have a cover story for me. Who's that hot chick you're with? Where did you meet her?" "This was your idea, genius. You come up with something." "Hmmm...I was a finalist in Miss Teen USA, you met me at a bar in Vegas, and when you told me you were going into the Marines I agreed to go to your senior prom with you. How's that?" "Fucking ridiculous," he steamed. "Oh dear. Well, how's this then: we met at a church retreat, your parents invited me to stay with them while my mom and dad are away, and when your girlfriend dumped you I took pity on you and agreed to be your date for the prom?" "Better. Still fucking ridiculous, but better," he relented. "Can I have one of those pictures?" "What are you talking about?" "The pictures that your mother took of us before we left." "No way. I'm gonna destroy that camera." We both laughed nervously, and as we continued to talk, I began to feel a little more comfortable in my female persona. Until Andy turned off the road to the country club where the prom was being held, into a suburban neighborhood with big, rich people's houses. "Uh, Andy, where are we going?" "Prom pre-party at Dave's. Everyone will be there." "I thought you didn't want to be seen with me?" "I never said that. Anyway, you're looking and sounding pretty good, and I need a drink." Before I could object, we were pulling into a long driveway crowded with other kids' cars. Andy got out, and he was halfway to the front door before he turned around and looked back to see me still sitting in the front seat. He came back, and I lowered my window and said, "You go in, I'll wait here." "Come on, Jayne. You could use one too." He was right. "Okay, but on one condition." "What's that?" "You're going to treat me like a lady. Starting now, by opening my door, mister." Which he did, with a flourish, and he watched in amusement as I struggled to my feet in my long dress and tried to keep up with him in my heels. "Slow down!" I scolded him, and he took my hand and walked beside me to Dave's house. The party was in full swing, and we headed straight for the bar downstairs. "Whoa, did you see Andy's date?" I heard one of the guys say as we went. "Who's she?" one of the girls asked. We kept moving, and I had to hike up my dress on the narrow staircase, but as soon as we were in the dimly lit basement, we were both able to relax a bit. Andy got himself a beer and a vodka tonic for me, and I threw it down so fast he got me another, and then another, as I kept to the shadows. I caught several glances from guys and girls who obviously didn't recognize me, and I played the stuck up girl who couldn't be bothered with them. Andy nursed his beer as he mingled with some of our friends, and after my third drink, I started to loosen up. "Are you here with Andy?" a girl asked me. It was Audrey Forrest, who had never spoken to me in her life. She was pretty bombed too. "Um hmm." "How did you guys hook up?" "Long story," I smiled. My female voice seemed to be working, as long as I kept it short and sweet." "So where are you from?" "Columbus." "Big city girl. Where do you go to school." "Ohio State." "Wow. Are you in a sorority?" "Tri Delta." The rich, pretty girls. Audrey Forrest had just met her match. She was trying to think of something cool to say when Andy came up to us. "Hi Audrey. Would you like another drink, Jayne?" "Yes, thanks." I followed him to the bar, leaving Audrey to wonder about the mystery woman. "I just upgraded us," I whispered in his ear. "You what?" "You're now dating a college girl. As in me, Miss Ohio State. Oh, and I'm a member of Delta Delta Delta." He shook his head as he handed me my fourth vodka and tonic. "This is your last one. If I don't cut you off, you'll be Miss Fucking America next." * * * I was feeling no pain by the time we got to the prom. Andy opened my door this time, and I made him wait while I freshened my lipstick in the mirror on my visor. By the time we got to the country club, the receiving line was long gone, and most of the kids were sitting down to dinner. Andy found our table and escorted me to my chair, which he pulled back while I sat down demurely. A quick glance around the table found friendly, curious faces. Who's the new girl? Andy introduced me as his friend Jayne, and I said a few words to the guy on my left before he turned his attention to his date, and I turned my attention to Andy. "This is fun," I said as I smoothed my linen napkin over my dress. "You're shitfaced," he said in a low voice. "Indeed, sir. You were a very good boy." "I'm driving, remember?" "You're an excellent driver," I slurred as our soup was presented. I took a dainty sip and glanced around the room. There she was, at the head table: our esteemed guidance counselor, Mrs. Dumphrey, sitting in between the principal and the superintendent of schools. Just then, the band began to play, and all of the other kids at our table got up to dance. I tugged on Andy's sleeve, but he gave me withering look, and we sat there morosely sipping our soup while the dance floor filled. "You're no fun," I pouted when we were alone. "We have a deal, remember? I should never have let you have so much to drink." "Am I embarrassing you?" "You're fucking killing me! You're the most beautiful girl here -- do you know how many guys have told me that? And I can't even touch you...." The most beautiful girl at the prom! Was he really talking about me? My big, strong Marine...I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. He pulled back for a moment in surprise, then he surprised me by kissing me back, a deep soulful kiss that sparked a fire in my panties. We broke it off before anyone noticed, and sat there staring at each other for the longest time. Then the band broke into "Wooly Bully" and everybody on the dance floor started going wild. I gave him a pleading look, and he surprised me again by asking me if I'd like to dance. I was up before he could finish the sentence, and he followed me out onto the dance floor and watched in amusement as I started to gyrate in my long dress and heels. I totally lost myself in the moment, shaking and swaying to the pounding rhythm, the prettiest girl at the senior prom.... The song went on and on, as we moved our way around the floor, until we were standing a few feet away from the head table. My eyes locked on Mrs. Dumphrey She kept staring at me, and the longer she did, the surer I was that she had seen through me somehow. She was going to spoil my charade, humiliate Andy and ruin everything! Not if I beat her to it! I stood there, towering over her in my heels, feeling the eyes of hundreds of kids staring at me, as I reached behind my back and untied the straps of my halter dress. A collective gasp spread through the ballroom as my dress fell down to my hips. The Ohio State coed is topless! At the senior prom! The nerf balls tumbled out, one of them bounced on the head table and plopped into Mrs. Dumphrey's soup. Then I tore off my wig and tossed it into the air, like a cadet at a military graduation. Another gasp from the crowd as they recognized me at last! Mrs. Dumphrey fainted dead away. * * * I never set foot in Grover Cleveland High School again. My spectacular appearance as a boozy, topless bimbo at the senior prom touched off a near riot which got me suspended for the rest of the year, and it was only because the powers-that-be never wanted to see me again that they let me graduate with my class. My "date" enlisted in the Marines, I headed west to make my fortune, and Dullsville USA was soon forgotten. Until I came across a blog hyping our upcoming 20th reunion, harkening back to my outrageous masquerade and speculating on whether I'd had a sex change operation! My immediate reaction was to sue for slander, but that would only bring attention to me. Evidently nobody in Dullsville was aware of the fact that I was now a multi-millionaire, with a very private lifestyle in Portlandia, and I wanted to keep it that way. So I logged off my computer and went to bed. Normally I fall into a dreamless sleep almost immediately, but that night I stayed awake for a long time. It wasn't Audrey Forrest's inane comments about me on the reunion blog that kept me from sleeping. It was the memory of that night, twenty years ago, which I'd all but forgotten: how it felt to wear a fancy dress, how it felt to be the prettiest girl at the prom, how it felt when Andy kissed me.... I'd had my share of good-looking guys since then, and more beautiful women than I cared to remember. After twenty years of searching, I had settled somewhere between the B and the T on the GLBT rainbow. I was very selective, and very safe. And I only made love to a guy when I was dressed as a woman. My condo had two bedrooms, one with a closet full of women's clothes, and I'd perfected the art of female impersonation to the point where I could pass effortlessly as a woman. A woman who was attractive to discriminating men. The Reunion It had all started that magical night. I'd always thought I was just another heterosexual crossdresser, until Andy kissed me. It was like somebody threw a switch! As I tossed and turned, I wondered whatever happened to him? Was he still in the Marines? Had he gotten married? Or was he alone, like me? Did he remember me too? Before I drifted off to sleep, I decided to find out. * * * It took me a few days to clear my schedule, and I spent most of them surfing the web. The reunion was that coming Saturday, featuring a luncheon at Grover Cleveland, followed by a dinner dance at the same country club where I had posed as a tipsy coed. Next, I searched for any information about Andy's whereabouts. And came up empty. His mother was still living in the same house, but Andy seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. My parents couldn't help -- they were long gone, having moved into a retirement home I bought for them in Scottsdale in return for promising not to tell anyone where the money came from. But Audrey Forrest was still in town, divorced and working as a real estate agent. I packed two suitcases and flew first class to Cincinnati, where I had to rent a car and drive for almost an hour. It was a beautiful spring day, and I sprang for a convertible, which made the drive almost enjoyable. When I finally pulled into Dullsville, it was like the hands of time had turned back twenty years -- nothing had changed. I found the street where Andy's mother still lived, pulled into the driveway, and strode to the front door. When she opened it, I hardly recognized her: the sixty something woman standing before me was older, of course, and there was a sadness in her face that I did not remember. But it vanished as soon as she realized who I was. "Jay!" she cried, and we hugged for a long time before she sat me down in the living room. "You look wonderful! I can't believe you're here. Your parents disappeared without a trace years ago. What are you doing back in Dullsville?" "Believe it or not, I'm here for our twentieth reunion." She laughed out loud. "Oh Lordy, what a surprise. I never thought you'd show your face again after the prom." "To tell you the truth, I got so drunk that night, I can't even remember how I got home." "You didn't! When Andy dragged you back here, I helped you take off your dress and clean off your makeup, and put you to bed on that couch you're sitting on. Your folks were very unhappy the next morning." "So was the rest of the town. Where is Andy these days?" The sadness returned to her face. "Let me get us some coffee." * * * It took some time before she was ready to talk about it. Andy had gone into the Marines right after graduation, and fought in the Gulf War. He was almost killed in an ambush, and although his wounds were not life-threatening, he was never the same after that. "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, they called it. When he got out, he came back here for a while, and spent hours staring off into space. He sat right there, or in his room, for days on end. At first I thought it was only temporary, but as time went by and he didn't get any better, I started to give up hope. I tried and tried to get through to him, but nothing seemed to work. Until I showed him that picture." "What picture?" She got up and returned with a photo album. "You probably don't remember this," she said as she flipped through it, until she found an old color photograph of a boy in a white tuxedo, standing awkwardly next to a gorgeous girl in a long formal gown. It was Andy and me, on our way to the senior prom. "You were so precious! When I showed him that picture, he brightened up immediately, and we talked for hours about the good old days. 'What ever happened to Jay?' he'd ask me, over and over. "Eventually he got well enough to leave home, and he enrolled in community college, but that didn't last long. He got a job, and met a girl, but that didn't last long either." She wiped a tear from her eye. "But he refused to just stay here. He's working for some county down in Kentucky, it's a nothing job really, but it keeps him outdoors and he doesn't have to wear a tie." "That sounds like Andy." "At least it keeps him fit. Do you know, he could still wear the clothes he wore in high school? I have a closet full of them." "So he still looks the same?" "I wish! That last time I saw Andy, which was Christmas last year, he looked like a homeless person -- scraggly hair and a long beard. Although I know he has a small apartment in Cincinnati. His disability checks from the Marines go there." "So he drives across the river to Kentucky every day?" "He rides the bus." "Do you mind if I ask for his address?" "Of course not! I'm sure he'd love to see you. And it might be the best thing for him. The doctors tell me that reliving happy experiences might help to bring him back." She hesitated. "There's one thing I haven't told you." "Yes?" "That day I showed him that picture, he said something. 'The only girl I ever loved, and she wasn't even a girl.' Do you know what he meant?" "Yes, I think I do." * * * On the drive back to Cincinnati, I tried to process what I'd learned about Andy. He looked like a bum, he was living in poverty, and he remembered me as a girl. More than remembered -- he told his mother he loved me. It doesn't get much heavier than that! I parked a block away from the address his mother gave me and cased the neighborhood. Andy lived in a scruffy garden apartment complex full of bikes and strollers. His apartment was on the first floor, and I could stake out the entrance from a park bench just outside. I left, checked into the Hyatt Regency downtown, and unpacked one of my suitcases. The one filled with women's clothing, shoes and accessories. I hadn't anticipated this kind of date when I packed my suitcase in Portlandia! Fortunately, I'd thrown in a khaki skirt and knee sox, in case I needed to do some shopping -- one of the many things I've learned after years of crossdressing is that the easiest way to blend as a woman is to wear what the women wear, and most of the dressy outfits I brought would have been totally out of place at a place like a mall. Although my hair was marginally long enough to wear as a woman, I had a wig that was very similar to the one I wore to the senior prom, and I wanted Andy to see me the way he remembered me. After a quick bath, I put on a body briefer and slip, some makeup, and did my nails. Memories of the only time I did this for Andy came flooding back. I wouldn't have his mother's help this time! After I padded myself up, I tugged on my wig, which instantly made me look ten years younger. I pulled on a girly mock turtleneck, stepped into my skirt, and pulled on my knee sox. So cute! Ballet flats completed the look. I put my car keys and stuff into a casual purse, retrieved my car from the valet (nobody seemed to notice that I dropped it off as a guy and picked it up as a girl) and drove back to Andy's neighborhood. The sun was low on the horizon, so I wore sunglasses, and this time I parked as close as I could -- it would be dusk soon, and I always felt very vulnerable as a single woman after the sun went down. I tried the phone number that his mother gave me, but there was no answer, so I returned to the park bench and sat down to wait. I didn't have to wait for long. A municipal bus pulled up, and a tall, middle aged man shuffled off and started walking towards the apartment building. His jeans and flannel shirt looked like they hadn't been washed in decades, which may have been the last time he had a shave and a haircut. It was Andy, all right. I put two fingers in my teeth and gave him the shrill whistle that we used to use to signal each other when we were kids. He stopped instantly and slowly turned around. Then he just stood there, staring at me, for a minute at least, maybe longer, before he took a few tentative steps in my direction, and then stopped. I waved at him and motioned for him to join me. A few more baby steps, another pause, and eventually he was standing in front of me, looking down at his feet, his face flushed with embarrassment. He didn't smell very good, but I stood up and hugged him, and he hugged me back. "Jay," he finally said in a halting voice, "is it really you?" "It's Jayne, remember?" I replied, in a voice he hadn't heard in twenty years. I took his hand and guided him to my bench. He collapsed next to me and began shaking and sobbing, tears streaming down his ruddy face. I just let him go, rubbing his shoulders occasionally, and saying over and over, "It's okay, Andy. It's okay." * * * We sat on that bench until way after dark. Once Andy stopped crying, he started talking, and with a little prompting from me, he took me through what he could remember of the past twenty years, which wasn't much. He vividly recalled his induction into the Marines, how he almost washed out of basic training but refused to give up and eventually became a squad leader. He also recalled his service in Iraq, up to the moment when a roadside ambush killed two of his buddies and almost him. He remembered next to nothing about his agonizing recovery, and the endless meetings with doctors and shrinks before he was finally eased out of the corps. His inability to bring back unpleasant memories seemed like some kind of defense mechanism to me, because he had no trouble remembering the good times at Grover Cleveland High. Especially the senior prom. "You were so fucking hot," he said. "That night, after you pulled down your dress, I was lucky to get you out of there alive." "I have no recollection of that. I was so drunk! Yesterday your mother told me I spent the night on your sofa." "Yep, when you weren't talking to Ralph on the big white phone. Why did you call my mom?" "To find you." He paused for a moment to digest this. "I think about you all the time." "And I couldn't get to sleep the other night, thinking about you." He looked me up and down. "So when did you go under the knife?" "Me? I'm still a guy, Andy." "No shit! You just dress up like that?" "Sometimes. And sometimes I don't. Call me a flibbertigibbet," I shrugged. "What do you do when you're not making pretend you're a girl?" I laughed. "It's a long story. I was hoping maybe you'd take me out to dinner, and we could get to know one another again." Now he laughed. "Uh, I might be able to afford Taco Bell." "My treat then. On one condition. No, make that two." "Yes?" "Do some laundry and take a bath!" * * * We agreed to meet the following night, which was Friday, the day before the reunion. I hadn't even mentioned the reunion to Andy, and I was so focused on my date with him that I wasn't even sure I wanted to go. Still, it would be good to have a ticket, just in case. So before I went to bed, I logged onto the Grover Cleveland website and signed myself up. I got a ticket for a guest too, in case Andy felt like going. If he didn't, I could always bail out. Now that Andy was back in my life, going to the reunion as a woman was the farthest thing from my mind. I slept until almost noon, thanks to the 3 hour time difference, and treated myself to a room service breakfast in my nightgown and robe. Then I took care of business calls and emails before I spent some time surfing the web. For some reason I checked out the reunion blog, and found this post by Audrey Forrest: Guess who just signed up for our reunion? Jay Fawcett, our class clown! Is the circus in town? Did he buy a new dress? We'll find out Saturday night! I was regretting my decision not to sue her for slander. Then I took another look at the itinerary for the reunion, and came up with the beginnings of a plan. I spent the next couple of hours scrutinizing real estate sites for information about Audrey Forrest's listings, and was surprised when I finally looked at the time. Almost time to get dressed for my date with Andy! I spent a few minutes looking at the hotel guide, found the Cincinnati yellow pages in one of the nightstands, and jotted down some numbers and addresses. Then I called Andy's mother to ask her a quick question, and got the answer I was hoping for. It was time for Jay to become Jayne. First, a long, hot bubble bath. I took my time shaving off every bit of body hair, from head to toe, then I added some more hot water and just luxuriated in the sensation of sheer femininity before I toweled myself off and put on my wig and makeup. It was always a rush for me, dressing myself as a woman, but knowing that I was getting dressed for a date with a man sent my dopamine levels through the roof! The outfit I'd selected looked best with an "all in one" body briefer underneath to nip my waist, with lovely silicone breast forms and hip pads to round me out. Sheer nylons made my legs look and feel wonderful, a camisole and a lacy half slip would help my tie-back top and swirly skirt look like they were made for me, and my designer flats were very cute. A necklace, hoop earrings with built-in clips, a classy woman's watch and a few rings completed the look. I grabbed a matching purse and collected my car for the drive to Andy's. He was waiting for me at our park bench, looking just the same as he had the night before, only it was obvious that he had scrubbed himself and put on some clean bum clothes. Why was I so attracted to him? Part of it had to do with our remembered past, and how totally cool he'd been the night of the prom. On another level, I felt genuine compassion for him after all he'd been through, risking his life while I was making millions and living la vida loca. But beyond all that, Andy had an animal magnetism, which brought out my female instincts to make a project out of him. The attraction was mutual. "Wow," he said when he climbed into my car. "I still can't believe it's really you." It was a warm spring night, and I had the top down which made conversation difficult, but we were content just to be in each other's presence. Twenty years is a long time, but it seemed like only yesterday when he was driving me to the senior prom. Now I doubted if he even had a driver's license, let alone a car. Why was I so attracted to him? I pulled up at the Hyatt and he followed me into the majestic lobby, drawing stares of disapproval from some of the staff and guests. Andy never seemed to care what people thought of him, and I took his hand as we rode the long escalator up to the mezzanine and found the fancy restaurant. The maître d' blinked when he saw us, but maybe he thought Andy was a rock star, because he showed us to an out-of-the-way table. Andy asked for a beer, and I ordered a vodka tonic for old times' sake. We sat there in our little booth, staring into each other's eyes, for the longest time. "I called my mom this morning. She told me you're in town for some kind of reunion." "Yes, can you believe it? Twenty years since we left Grover Cleveland." "I can't believe you'd want to go back." "It's not important to me now." I explained how I'd come across Audrey Forrest's insults, and was so pissed I decided to come back and rub everyone's noses in my improbable success. As we sipped our drinks, I took him through it, nice and slow: how I'd gotten in on the ground floor at an unknown company, inspired their groundbreaking marketing campaigns and ridden the wave. How I'd piled up millions of dollars. And how I was exploring my feminine side. The waiter came, and with some urging from me, Andy ordered a huge steak. I had pasta, and several glasses of wine, while Andy ate like a Biafran child. When we were done, the waiter brought Andy the check. I asked him to hand it to me, and charged it to my room while Andy looked on. "Room 921/2," he said. "You have two rooms?" "It's a suite, actually." "It's probably bigger than my apartment." "Come see." * * * The next morning, when I finally woke up, I looked over at the snoring hunk of man next to me and sighed. What a night! Most of the men in my life had been fey Portlandia boytoys. There was something raw and genuine about the way Andy made love to me, although at first I didn't think he had it in him. When we got to my suite, he looked around nervously while I kicked off my shoes and curled up on the sofa in my parlor. Eventually he sat down next to me, and I could tell that he was staring at my legs. "I never saw them that night," he finally said. "Huh?" "Your legs. You were wearing that long dress. And yesterday you had on those long sox. They're really nice." I took his hand and slid it up my nylons, feeling a spike of arousal while he began to explore under my skirt. I looked up at him expectantly and he kissed me, which felt funny at first because of his fuzzy beard, but he was very tender and gentle, almost tentative in the way he teased me with his tongue while his fingers continued to probe. I reached down to feel him through his trousers, and was surprised that he wasn't hard. He broke things off and stammered, "I'm not much of a man anymore. Haven't made it with a woman in so long...I'm sorry...." "Is it because I'm really a guy?" "No! You're more of a woman than any woman I've ever made it with. It's just been so long...." "That's okay, baby. We can just cuddle and talk, as far as I'm concerned. You want to know something? That kiss just now, it reminded me of the time you kissed me at the senior prom. So nice." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Want to see something? I've been carrying this around for twenty years." It was an old, creased picture of my face, cut out from a photo like the one his mother had shown me the day before, taken the night he took me to the prom. "I was a sweet young thing, wasn't I?" "You blew my mind that night. Messed me up real good, too. I mean, I made it with some girls after that, but it never felt right...." "I'm so sorry, Andy! I never meant to fuck with your mind. It was all supposed to be just a stupid prank." "Don't apologize." He kissed me again, and I thought I could feel him stirring through his trousers. He looked into my eyes and said, "Maybe we could try." I started to unbutton his shirt, and after he finished I unfastened his belt. He stood up and dropped his trousers, then I helped him pull off his boxers and sox. I was surprised to see that he was almost at half mast. I stood up and slowly stepped out of my skirt. Then I untied the bow behind my blouse and pulled it over my head. My lacy half slip was next. I sat back down beside him and let him kiss me, again and again, gently stroking him while he fondled my fake breasts through my camisole, and caressed my legs through my stockings. Then I bent over and took him into my mouth, teasing his quivering penis with my teeth. "Oh baby," he moaned. "Please don't stop." I kept at it, nibbling and sucking, and he got harder and harder, until I could tell that he was past the point of no return. "Oh God," he cried out, and then he was cumming in my mouth, wave after wave, which I slurped down as best I could. I was so into pleasing him, which turned me on too, and when he was finally done I sat up and kissed him, a long, deep kiss that had me smoldering. He pulled down my pantyhose and started to fumble with my body briefer, confused that he couldn't just pull it down like panties. I stood up and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. I pointed to the king sized bed and said, "Wait there." Then I took a babydoll nightie, thong, garterbelt and stockings out of my suitcase and went into the bathroom to change. My wig was a mess, so I brushed it back into shape, then I took off my lingerie and nylons and pulled on my nightie and thong. The stockings were a nuisance to fasten, but I hoped they'd turn him on. The Reunion "Wow," he said when I pranced back into the bedroom and hopped onto the bed next to him. "Look at you!" "My turn," I said, and I pushed him down and threw myself on top of him, sliding my silky legs against his while we locked in another deep kiss. My penis was getting hard, straining against my thong, which Andy pulled off me. Then he started to play with me, tugging and teasing as I got harder and harder. I reached down to find him stiff as a board -- after so many years, his body was making up for lost time! I slid my ass over him and guided him into me while he lay back on the bed, not quite believing what was happening to him. He was still plenty slick from his first orgasm, and I was able to ease myself onto him, a little at a time, until I was impaled on his rock hard shaft, humping him up and down, up and down. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the beginnings of another orgasm beginning to well up in him, and I took his hand and placed it on my penis, which was almost ready too. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster, until he gritted his teeth and I could feel him throbbing inside me, which triggered my own orgasm, spewing gobs of semen on his chest as the waves of sweet ecstasy washed over me. We collapsed into each other's arms, and when we got our breath back, we talked for hours. It was like Andy hadn't had any human companionship, intimate female companionship, for years, and once he got going, I couldn't turn him off, not that I wanted to. So I mostly listened as he bared is soul about how he'd wasted his life, and when I told him things were going to be different from now on, he didn't believe me. But the more I said it, the less he protested. Finally, we fell into a blissful sleep. * * * "Wakey wakey," I whispered. Andy sat up with a start, looked at me, and smiled. "So it wasn't a dream, I'm really here, and you're really you." "Yep." I gasped as he rolled me over on my back and wrapped my stockinged legs behind his neck. And I gasped again as he entered me, which hurt at first since we were both dry, but soon he was in me again and I was rocking to his rhythm, slowly at first, then faster and faster as he huffed and puffed, losing himself in unbridled joy at being a man again, with me as his woman, and when he came it was with a rush, and although I didn't feel it coming, I came too, wicked spasms that I felt all the way down to my toes, sheer delight that went on and on and on.... When it was finally over, he spooned me and whispered over and over, "I love you. I love you." "I love you too," I told him, "and things are gonna be different from now on." "Like how?" he asked me. "Well, for starters, you're gonna move out of that disaster apartment and come home with me. And you're gonna get a haircut, and shave off that beard, and be my Andy again." I waited for him to say no, but he didn't. He just cuddled me, kissed my neck and said "We'll see." We showered together -- he saw me without my wig for the first time, but my hair was long enough for a girl and he didn't seem to mind -- and then we wrapped hotel bathrobes around ourselves and enjoyed a room service breakfast. I told him about my plans for the day, and at first he resisted. But I wore him down, and I was holding all the cards, so he reluctantly agreed. I changed myself back into Jay. Andy frowned when he saw me. "I don't know how to say this, but for some reason, when you're a guy, it isn't the same. The way I feel about you, I mean." "And when I'm a guy, I'm not particularly attracted to you. Weird, huh?" "So where are we going with this?" "Sweetheart, after last night, I could change my flight from Portland to Bangkok and have the operation tomorrow." "Really? You'd do that for me?" "For us, Andy. For us." * * * It was amusing to pick up my car as a guy this time -- I did get a double-take from the valet -- and we drove to Andy's house first. His mother was overwhelmed, but she finally composed herself and served us coffee while we talked about old times. I excused myself at one point, found the package she had waiting for me by the front door, took it out to the car and stored it in the trunk. Andy didn't notice a thing. Then it was off to Grover Cleveland for the reunion luncheon. No tickets were required for this event, and we were both surprised by how many people were already milling around the lunchroom. As prearranged, Andy and I separated, and he started to mingle with startled classmates, who probably thought he was a homeless person who had wandered into the room looking for a free meal. Meanwhile, I made my way towards Audrey Forrest, who was holding court over a small knot of well-dressed men. In my jeans, outrageous tee shirt and sneakers, with long hair hanging over my ears, I was decidedly out of place. It didn't take long for Audrey to spot me, and I'm sure she didn't recognize me at first. I stood by myself, listening to snippets of conversation, until her curiosity got the better of her. "Who's this mysterious stranger?" she asked. "Hi Audrey. You're looking good. Don't you recognize me?" It's a truism that although people age at different rates, our voices stay the same (unless we're changing genders) and Ashley's eyes widened as she realized who I was. "Jay? Jay Fawcett?" "You sound surprised to see me." "More like shocked. The last time I saw you, you looked a little different...." "That was a fun night." "And what are you doing with yourself these days?" The guys she had been presiding over were staring at me too. "Counting my millions." She laughed out loud. "So where do you live?" "I have three homes." "Still the class clown." She pulled a business card out of her purse. Audrey Forrest, Realtor. With a picture that made her look many years younger. "Looking for a fourth?" she taunted me. "Not right now. But I know someone who could use your help. He's right over there." I pointed to Andy, who was hunkered down at the appetizer table, shoveling pretzels into his mouth. "He looks like he sleeps under a bridge." "He's not long on cash, but he has a small income. Maybe you could help him find something?" "I don't think so." She looked away from him. Just then a familiar voice came over the PA system. "Welcome to the Class of 95! Will you please find seats so that lunch can be served." Who was that voice? My God, it was Mrs. Dumphrey! "I can't believe that old bag is still a guidance counsellor. Hasn't she poisoned enough young minds?" I said. Audrey was shocked. "You really have been away, Jay. Mrs. Dumphrey has been the principal of Grover Cleveland for years." "You're shitting me, right?" I could feel her presence behind me before I turned around. Twenty years older, with the same dour face and dumpy figure, Mrs. Dumphrey was fit to be tied. She glowered at me like I was some kind of truant before she said, "You've got some nerve, Mr. Fawcett, showing up here looking like a bum and using such language." "You haven't changed a bit," I told her. "What a buzzkill." Smoke was coming out of her ears. "You were a waste of a desk and a chair twenty years ago, and I can see that nothing has changed." A crowd was gathering, and Andy joined us, pretzel crumbs in his beard. Mrs. Dumphrey rolled her eyes. "And who is this creature? Another sad commentary on Grover Cleveland High School before I became principal." "Maybe if I made a contribution to your college scholarship fund for worthy students, you'd feel differently?" "That's a laugh. You'll probably need to pass the hat for bus fare home." "Suppose I were to raise a million dollars? On one condition?" "Ha! That you don't get caught robbing the bank?" "No. That you resign and drag your sorry ass out of Dullsville." There was dead silence. The other alumni were gaping in shock, except for Andy, who was taking it all in with amusement. Then Audrey Forrest whispered something in Mrs. Dumphrey's ear, and a wicked smile came over her toadlike face. "If you can raise the money by tonight, you're on. Provided you meet one condition: you will have to dress as a woman, every day, for an entire year!" Peals of laughter rocked the lunch room. * * * Andy returned to his pretzels, and I found a quiet corner to make two calls on my cell phone. The first was a quick call to my personal banker. The second was a longer, more difficult call to my boss. When I was through, I signaled Andy, and we bailed out before lunch was served. He waited until we got back to my car before he started in on me. "You really stepped in it back there, bro." "Yeah, I guess I kind of lost my cool with that bitch." "Could you really come up with that kind of money?" "That's no problem. Tell me, did anybody recognize you in there?" Andy laughed. "Hell no, they all thought I was a panhandler." "Perfect." He asked me what I meant, but we were pulling up in front of the barbershop I'd found in the yellow pages. "Follow me," I said. Andy got out of the car and stood outside the door. "Are you getting a haircut?" "No. You are." "No fucking way." "And you're losing that awful beard, too." "You're starting to piss me off." "Are you forgetting about last night already?" "Wait, what?" I raised my voice to Jayne's. "How good it felt to hold me? To be inside me?" "No, but...." "No buts, Mister. You've got one shot at me, and it's decision time, right now. Do you think I want to spend the rest of my life kissing a bear?" "The rest of your life?" "You heard me. If you don't want that, if you don't want me, just say so right now, and I'll be on my way." "Jay...Jayne, I think I do want that. I think I do." "Then get your ass in there!" * * * I gave the barber $200 and made sure Andy was planted in a chair before I left to shop for something to wear to the reunion. I'd planned to wear a sweet little dress with a matching bolero jacket, but after my run-in with Audrey and Mrs. Dumphrey, I figured something a bit sexier was called for. It's always easier to shop for women's clothing when you're dressed as a woman, and I had some other projects too, so my next stop was the Hyatt, where I changed back into Jayne. I toyed with the idea of putting on my khaki skirt and knee sox again, but for some reason I felt like wearing that sweet little dress -- I'm such a girl! -- which wouldn't be too dressy for downtown Cincinnati. With navy nylons and a matching purse and heels, I was every inch the career woman as I walked the few blocks to Saks Fifth Avenue, turning the heads of several well-dressed men along the way. I love to shop, but I didn't have all day, so I made a beeline for the Misses department and started my search for something hot. It didn't take long for me to spy a black tank top that was just dressy enough to wear to a special occasion. Before I tried it on, I searched fruitlessly for a cute skirt to wear with it. Nothing seemed right! In desperation, I tried my luck in the Juniors department -- I can't get away with Juniors tops, but my hips are so slim that Juniors skirts sometimes work for me, and sure enough there it was: a short pencil skirt with turquoise leaves and pink flowers on a white background with black trim. It was darling! I found a fitting room, hurriedly took off my jacket and dress, and pulled on the top and skirt. They were perfect on me! The skirt was unlined, so I'd need a short half slip, and of course my blue nylons looked ridiculous, but I didn't intend to wear nylons that night, and after I took off the skirt and top I peeled them off. Then it was back into my dress and heels, off to the lingerie department to find a slip, and on to shoes and purses. Where I came up empty! So I paid for the skirt, slip and top and raced across the street to Macy's. Success! In short order I scored a cute pair of strappy heels, a little black and white purse that would be perfect for evening, and my last acquisition: a statement necklace that matched the flowers on my new skirt. I was laden down with shopping bags when I returned to the Hyatt, just in time for my appointment at the nail salon. A manicure and pedicure in hot pink, please! After a quick word with the hotel concierge, it was off to a local branch of my bank, where I picked up the check I'd ordered earlier that afternoon. I had to show my ID, of course, and it was amusing to observe the double-takes from the teller and two bank officers before they were satisfied I was really me. This type of episode used to unnerve me, but I figured I was never going to see these people again, and I certainly gave them something to talk about! I didn't have time to return to my room before I picked up Andy. I was dying to see what he looked like, and I wasn't disappointed: standing outside the barber shop was a devastatingly handsome man, who looked like I'd imagined Andy to be in my dreams -- tall, with a full head of neatly trimmed hair, dark without a hint of gray. And his face! Now that I could see it again, I wanted him more than ever. Of course, he was still dressed like a bum, but that was going to change next. He climbed into the car and started to grumble as we drove back to the hotel. "I can't believe you made me put up with that shit! The barber said he was calling Guinness Book of World Records. I look like I'm in seventh grade!" I just smiled sweetly while he unloaded on me. When we got to the hotel, I gathered up my shopping bags, and handed Andy the package which his mother had given me. "What's this?" "You'll see. Follow me." He kept grumbling all the way down the hall and up the elevator, until we got to my suite. Where I pointed him towards the powder room and told him, "Put on the clothes in that package." Then I closed the door to the bedroom before he had a chance to protest, and hung up my new skirt and top. I took off my jacket, and I was fixing us drinks in the parlor when Andy came back into the room. In a perfectly fitting suit, shirt and tie. Even his shoes were polished -- his mother was a saint. He looked like a male model on the cover of GQ, and he knew it, too: that old, dashing smile that I remembered from his youth was back. My Andy was back! I handed him a beer and sat down demurely in my little dress. "Cheers!" I said, lifting my glass of Chardonnay. "You're looking very prim and proper tonight." "Not for long. You know what's funny? You made a much bigger transformation than I did today." "Hardly." "No, it's true! Ever since last night, you've been changing, can't you see it?" "So I look a little different. I'm still a guy." "It's not just the way you look, sweetheart. Yesterday you were a whipped dog. Now you're an alpha male." "Maybe I can score with a real woman now?" I punched him on the arm. "Don't be such a brat!" "You think you have me wrapped around your little finger, don't you?" "Um hmm." I leaned over and kissed him, gently on the lips. "Shall I tell you what we have planned for tonight?" "We can stay right here, as far as I'm concerned." "No, in a few minutes I'm going to put on a ridiculously hot outfit, and you are going to take me to our twentieth reunion." "I was afraid of that." "Here are our tickets." I handed them to him. "You just be yourself. Everybody will be talking about you. I'll just be your hot date. Nobody will guess who I am." * * * I've been dressing as a woman long enough to know when I pass, but for the first time since the senior prom twenty years before, I could tell that something special was happening. Then, it was Andy's mother who'd put me over the top, but that night, it was twenty years of trial and error that guided me through my hair, my makeup, and by the time I'd changed into my new outfit, I was pretty sure I was smoking hot. Any doubt was erased when I saw the look on Andy's face when I returned to the parlor. "Holy shit," he said, "is that really you?" "You Tarzan, me Jayne. Pour me a vodka tonic, please." I had to be careful sitting down in my tight little skirt. He poured me a stiff one and popped another beer for himself. "Better be careful. Remember what happened the last time you got started on those?" "Yes. I was the prettiest girl at the senior prom, to quote someone I know." "I want to fuck you right now." "I've created a monster!" "Let's do it before you're too drunk to drive." "That won't be a problem tonight." As if on cue, the telephone rang. It was the concierge. "Your limousine is here, madam." "Thanks, we'll be right down." Then to Andy, "Showtime!" * * * I wasn't expecting a gold stretch limo, but that's what we got. Andy was in hysterics at first, then he tried to molest me, and I had to fight him off all the way to Dullsville. In between rounds, I drilled him on what to say, and what not to say, at the reunion: I was just a "friend." He worked out of state, and didn't want to discuss his business. Turn every conversation around onto what the questioner was doing with his/her life. The bar in the limo was stocked, and by the time we rolled up to the country club, we were both half bombed. There was a crowd standing outside the front entrance, and they all gaped and stared as the best-looking couple at the reunion climbed out of their ride. You would think Donald and Melania Trump had just pulled into Dullsville. I took Andy's arm, and the throng parted as we marched into the lobby. A dumpy looking woman whom I remembered as a munchkin in high school was sitting at a card table, taking tickets. Andy handed her ours, and when she asked for our names, he said, "Andrew Parsons and friend." She scratched her head as she looked through the list on the table. Of course I'd purchased our tickets in my name, so she had a mystery on her hands. But she remembered Andy, so she took the tickets and waved us into the ballroom. An open bar beckoned, and Andy went off to reload while I looked around the room. Every eye seemed to be on me. They looked away quickly, which told me that they didn't recognize me. I was simply the most beautiful woman at their reunion, the date or trophy wife of some lucky guy. Then Andy returned with our drinks, and the focus of the room shifted onto him. Who was that? Was that Andy Parsons? He hadn't aged a bit in twenty years! Where had he been? How did he afford that limousine? Where did he meet that beautiful woman? I could feel the buzz sweeping through the room, although Andy seemed oblivious. Until Audrey Forrest made her way up to us. "Andy? Is that really you?" "Oh, hi Audrey. You look nice." Which was a stretch: she'd obviously spent all day getting her hair and nails done, and maybe had a facial too. Her legs weren't bad under that dress, which was way too young for her, so her little belly was straining against the seams. And her arms had started to go to fat, I observed. Meow! "You look fantastic, Andy." She acknowledged me with a nod, then tried to steer him away. "So what have you been doing with yourself all these years? Nobody even knew you were coming." Meanwhile, a middle-aged man in a plaid sport coat was making a move on me. He looked vaguely familiar...the captain of the football team? Could be. His bad comb-over and bulging gut made it difficult to be certain. "You must be Andy's date," he said confidently. "Um hmm." "He didn't make much of a splash at Grover Cleveland." "Were you the big man on campus?" "So they tell me." He launched into an epic description of his high school exploits, while I watched Audrey pour the charm on Andy. As he related to me later, she started by trying to sell him a house, and moved on to suggesting that he dump me and come home with her. Meanwhile, my admirer continued to pour it on. "That top is very becoming on you. If I was on you, I'd be coming too." The Reunion I looked down at his wedding ring and laughed. "You really are a first class piece of shit," I told him. His mouth opened in shock. "Is your wife here tonight? Or do you just wear a wedding ring to fool people into thinking you're not really gay?" "I'm not gay!" he stammered, in a voice so loud that people turned their heads to stare at him. "Then why are you hitting on a transgendered woman?" He recoiled in shock, and melted into the crowd. I was pretty sure he wasn't going to tell any of his classmates that he'd just tried to pick up a man. I returned to Andy and Audrey, who was clinging to his arm. "Aren't you a little old for him, sweetie?" "You've got some nerve," Audrey scowled at me. "Take your hands off my man, bitch!" A crowd started to gather as Audrey and I squared off. Cat fight! The crowd parted to make way for Mrs. Dumphrey, who had been watching it all with displeasure. "What is the meaning of this?" "This bimbo insulted me!" Audrey pouted. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Mrs. Dumphrey told me imperiously. "You can't kick out a member of the class. This is my reunion, we're on private property, I paid to be here, and I'm sure you didn't." "You're not a member of the Class of 1995!" I reached into my purse and pulled out a business card. Jay Fawcett, Executive Vice President of a household name. Mrs. Dumphrey blanched when she read it. Then her eyes slowly raised, as she studied me intently, from my painted toes and killer legs to my shapely physique and striking face. She was still staring at me when I pulled something else out of my purse: a cashier's check in the amount of $1,000,000 payable to The Grove Cleveland College Scholarship Fund. Mrs. Dumphrey fainted dead away. * * * In the limo on the way back to Cincinnati, Andy asked me if I'd lost my mind. "I don't think so, baby. All in all, it's been a pretty amazing couple of days: I found you, made you into my dreamboat, screwed Mrs. Dumphrey and did some good for the kids in Dullsville." "What makes you think she'll really resign?" "She has no choice. When the Board of Education reads the letter I send them, stipulating that my contribution is contingent on her keeping her promise, she'll have to go." "How about you? How can you go back to work, dressed as a woman?" "That was the hard part. But I've been meaning to step away -- I've got all the money I'll ever need -- so I told my boss this afternoon. Although he's so cool, I could probably stay anyway." "But you'll still have to dress as a woman for a year." "Who's complaining?" I pushed the button that raised the privacy screen between us and the driver. The Reunion Ezekiel Nicholls crossed the city limit line of the small Oregon town he swore he would never set foot in for the rest of his life, driving the same back roads in his Escalade that he had torn down astride his Harley in the opposite direction twenty years ago. The two-lane straight stretch of asphalt that cut through the fields that use to be dotted with cows and sheep was now the road that gave residents access to the new housing complex. As he drove under the overpass, running the amber light of the new traffic signal, he had to wonder if he was in the right town, Oak Hills had changed so much since the day he had left. There were three new fast-food chains with easy access to the interstate on and off ramps and the single story eye-sore of a motel had been torn down and a new three story hotel had been built in its place to catch the weary travelers. The corner lot where the drive-in burger joint he used to hang out in had been demolished to make room for a small espresso stand, a donut shop and an insurance office. The outskirts had changed but as he drove further into town, some things were still the same. The grocery store was still offering items at ten percent off and further down the road, the mom-and-pop shops were still open, keeping the residents happy with the essentials. St. Ignatius's was still having bingo on Friday nights and the time and temperature still flashed on the bank's reader board along with the current loan APR but the twenty-four hour convenience store that he used to buy his beer in late at night without the fear of being carded had been converted into a pizza parlor. As he drove his luxury SUV down the main street that was lined with pickup trucks, cars and small domestic SUVs, he felt out of place once again, but he wasn't going to let it discourage him. He had come back to Oak Hills for his high school reunion even if he had only read about the gathering on-line. He had never been Mr. Popular so he wasn't expecting to reconnect with anyone; he was more or less just coming back in hopes of catching a glimpse of the girl he left behind. Zeke had to slam on the brakes, skidding to a halt at the intersection where a second traffic signal had been added to the main street, and he waved in apology at the driver of the other car as he turned in front of him. He let out a quick, short breath, waiting for the light to change before he continued on his way through town, passing by the park where several members of the alumni were already starting to set up for the reunion's barbeque tomorrow afternoon, the banner that was tied between two trees flapped in the hot June breeze welcomed back the graduates. As he looked around the town at all the changes, he had to wonder what would have happened to him if he had stayed. He let out a long breath as he drove by the park, still wondering why he even bothered coming back to a town where he'd never been made to feel welcome and he seriously thought about turning around and driving back to Los Angeles and he almost did when he received a sideways glance from a local he couldn't even remember. While some things had changed, others still remained the same and one in particular was that outsiders still weren't welcome in Oak Hills, or maybe it was just him. His stomach growled, reminding him that he had been driving for fourteen hours on several cups of coffee and a three two-biter McDonald's cheeseburgers and the least he could do before he turned back around and high-tailed it out of town for a second time was stop and have a decent meal in a sit-down restaurant. He maneuvered his SUV into the turning lane at the intersection that use to have the only traffic signal; the road would connect him to the interstate along the back road of an even smaller town, and waited for the green arrow. The Coffee Cup was still open after all these years and he parallel parked his Cadillac along the curb in front of the beauty parlor, raised the windows and killed the engine. He caught his reflection in the rearview mirror and quickly combed his fingers through his wind-blown brown hair that, even though he was thirty-eight, was already starting to gray at the temples, smoothing down the locks that were a lot shorter now than they had been when he'd left. He climbed out and shut the door, stretched the kinks from his back as he waited for the car to pass before he jaywalked across the street. He stepped up onto the sidewalk and looked in the window at the two couples that occupied the small diner in the late lunch hour and then at the white board hanging in the window that listed the day's specials. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and roast beef instantly wafting around him, and he push the door shut to keep the summer heat out. The overhead fans whirled, circulating the air as the ancient air conditioner in the corner hummed loudly, dropping the temperature by ten degrees. The décor hadn't changed much since the last time he had set foot inside the diner his mother use to wait tables in, and even though the place could use a coat of paint on the walls and new countertops to replace the chipped and worn Formica, the place still felt homey. He smiled at the elderly couple in the corner but the other two people never looked his way. The cook was in the kitchen eyeing him curiously over the high counter and the lone waitress was wiping down the table of the booth that had just been vacated. When she heard the bell above the door jingle, she said without looking up, "Have a seat wherever, Hon, and I'll be right with you." Zeke pulled off his black framed wraparound sunglasses and tucked them into the breast pocket of his pale blue oxford button-down shirt and walked over to the stools that lined the front counter. He was half way across the dining room when the waitress turned around and started walking towards him and he gave her a quick once over. She was wearing a pale pink T-shirt with a modest scoop neck that clung to her small breasts and black capris length pants, a half apron tied around her waist and comfortable sneakers on her feet. But when his gaze settled on her still beautiful face he stopped dead in his tracks as a rush of long forgotten memories came flooding back. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Twenty years earlier... Zeke backed his Harley-Davidson Sportster into the corner parking spot, dropped the kickstand and turned off the rumbling engine. He pulled his helmet off and sat it on the seat between his splayed thighs, tugged his leather gloves off, tossing them into his helmet and dragged his fingers through his unruly shoulder length brown hair that hadn't seen a pair of scissors in almost a decade. He dug a packet of cigarettes out of his leather motorcycle jacket and shook one out, putting it between his lips and lit it with a Zippo, even though he knew he was clearly in defiance of Oak Hills High School no tobacco policy. He blew out a long stream of smoke as he snapped the lid shut, tucking the lighter and cigarettes back into his pocket as he stared across the parking lot at the four teenage girls standing on the walkway in front of the gym, talking and laughing and flipping their long hair back over their shoulders, more particularly at the one with the mahogany hair that was facing him, her back to the brick wall. He'd had his eyes on her for the past three years and, as of last week, she had just turned eighteen. Her name was Catherine Devereux but everyone just called her Cate. She sat two seats in front of him in World History, smelling like flowers, looking like sin and completely oblivious to his existence. But he knew of hers. She would always walk, or rather sashay right past him whether it was in class or in the halls, her head held high with her little snobbish nose in the air, leaving in her wake an aromatic scent of expensive perfume. She would never look his direction, she was too good for him, and she made sure he knew it, after all he was the badass of Humboldt County and she wouldn't be caught dead talking to him. He had followed her home one day, just to make sure she wasn't putting on a false impression, and when he saw that she lived in a two story sprawling house at the top of the hill overlooking the entire town, the long driveway lined with oak trees that were just as majestic as the house, he knew that he didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of ever gaining her attention. So he had no choice but to admire her from afar. He just sat there astride his motorcycle, smoking his cigarette and watching Cate as she stood chatting with her equally snobbish friends. She was looking sinful as always. Her hair was pulled back from her beautiful face in a braid this morning, the end reaching the middle of her back, and with the late spring heat that was soon to arrive with the afternoon sun, she had on a knee length black frilly skirt with little blue flowers on it that swished around her thighs and a light blue sleeveless silk blouse, the ends tied in a knot just above the waistband of her skirt, showing off a scant inch of her taut little tummy and white canvas Keds on her bare feet. She always hung out with the same three girls–he didn't know any of their names–and they were all snobs in their own right with teenage bodies that were built for one thing only; every respectable guy in school had more than likely enjoyed a ride a time or two. And then there was Cate. She didn't flaunt her body in revealing clothes that pushed the dress code like the other girls in the group did but what he could see of it, he marveled in. She was five inches shorter than him, had long, sleek legs that he couldn't remember how many times he had imagined wrapped around his hips, a trim waist that he could probably easily encircle with his hands and firm breasts that would be just big enough to fill his palms and eyes the color of forget-me-nots. She was–in his eyes–absolutely perfect and completely unattainable by the likes of him. "Nicholls!" an authoritative voice yelled from the steps of the school. Zeke plucked the cigarette out from the corner of his mouth at the sound of the principal's voice and dropped it to the ground, crushing it out with the toe of his lace-up motorcycle boot. His gaze instantly shifted from the girl of his dreams to the man of his nightmares as he came marching towards him hell-bent for blood, his blood. The head honcho had had it in for him the second he stepped foot through the open door of the front office when he had transferred to Oak Hills his sophomore year and the harassment only got worse the day he rode past the front of the school astride his Harley. He tried to keep his nose clean and stay out of trouble but trouble usually found him and this morning was no different, the man was a festering thorn in his side and he couldn't wait to dig it out. He shoved his hand through his unruly hair, pushing it back from his face as he blew out a long stream of smoke from the side of his mouth. "Principal Williams," he deadpanned, staring the man down with cold coffee-brown eyes. "Don't you take that tone with me, you hooligan," Anderson Williams snapped. He was responsible for over two hundred students that walked the halls of the high school and this was one student he kept a close watchful eye on, waiting for the moment he would mess up so he could expel him, even if graduation was only ten days away. He was a troublemaker, pure and simple, and he didn't have the time to deal with Zeke nor did he have a welcome place in his school. He wanted him gone. Period. "I'm just sitting here, minding my own business, waiting for the bell to ring," Zeke said. He stood up and swung his leg over his motorcycle, straightening to his full height of six feet, smirking when the man, who was the same height as him, quickly cowered backwards. His height and size wasn't intimidating, half of the football team was bigger than him, so he knew it had everything to do with the jagged scar on his right cheek that made the older man take a step or two backwards. He told everyone it was from a knife fight when in fact it was from being backhanded by his old man and falling against the jagged edge of a broken lamp when he was ten. And a lie was a lot better to tell than the truth, besides it usually got people to leave him the hell alone. Anderson crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Zeke. He didn't have the right to stop students from smoking, but he had the right to enforce the policy as long as the student was on school property and the parking lot was part of that area. Everyone followed the rule, except for the one that was out to give him a coronary from too much stress, usually with the argument that he was smoking in his vehicle–which wasn't subject to the rule–even though his vehicle had no doors. "How many times have I told you, no smoking on school property?" Zeke looked at him, one eyebrow raised. Like he was supposed to know? "Counting right now? Five hundred and sixty-one," he answered, tight-lipped. "Listen here, you punk, I want–" Anderson said, jamming a finger at the chest of the hard-headed eighteen year old but was quickly cut off by the shrill ringing of the first school bell. Zeke picked his helmet up and shoved his hand through his hair, glaring at the principal. He didn't have to say the words, he knew he wanted him gone, but he had made a promise to his mother that he would graduate and that vow was the only thing that kept him from leaving town this very second. "Don't worry, in ten days, I'll be out of this fucking hell-hole of a town and you won't have to deal with me anymore," he swore as he shoved his way past the principal. He strode across the parking lot and when he reached the walkway he looked up, surprised to see that Cate was still standing there, alone, and hanging on his every word. He wasn't the least bit surprised that, when he stepped up on the sidewalk, she turned on her heel and hurried down the breezeway with her nose in the air. He snorted. The principal wasn't the only one that wanted him gone. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Cate was standing along the breezeway outside the school gym making plans with her friends for the Memorial Day weekend when she heard the heavy rumble of a Harley engine as it rounded the corner, the even louder rumble as the engine was revved at it sped down the straight stretch before finally turning into the parking lot and she discreetly turned her attention from her friends to watch the only student that rode a motorcycle. A leather and denim clad rebel that she hadn't been able to take her eyes off for the past year. She watched as he backed the motorcycle into the narrow spot where he always parked, the breezeway had a clear view of that portion of the parking lot, the rumbling engine silenced with the turn of a key and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip when he pulled off his helmet, that full head of brown hair the color of fine chocolate falling down to brush his leather-clad shoulders. She watched as he dug a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, lighting one, and she could have sworn that she felt his hot coffee-brown eyes on her as he sat there astride his motorcycle. She didn't care for the fact that he smoked, but just that he was a badass and disobeyed the school's strict rules had her convincing her friends to talk outside where she could secretly watch him, even if for the briefest moment. He was, in two words, absolutely gorgeous and someone she didn't dare associate with unless she wanted to royally piss off her mother. She had first seen Zeke through the glass of the front office door when he registered for school in the middle of her sophomore year. His hair wasn't quite as long then as it is now and he had been a bit scrawnier like most of the fifteen/sixteen year olds that year, but over the course of the summer that he had turned eighteen, he shot up three more inches and gained weight in the form of pure muscle. His style of clothing had never changed and she didn't mind in the least, faded blue jeans and either a black or white T-shirt, a black leather jacket and heavy soled motorcycle boots. In the past year those jeans had gotten tighter along with the shirts, pulling over taut, rippling muscles that had every good-girl swooning and every boy pissed off with jealously. The bottom edge of a tattoo extended out from under the rolled sleeve of his T-shirt and that scar on his cheek only added to his dangerous appeal, making him that much more enticing. She always walked passed him with her nose in the air, not because she wanted to, but because she had to. She knew that if she looked into those eyes of his, her legs would turn as limp as noodles since he already had her stomach twisting into a knot and her heart pounding in her chest every time he was in close proximity. She only had one class with him and she tried to get there as early as she could so she wouldn't have to walk past him, smell the pure masculine scent that oozed out of every pore, but he always beat her to the room, forcing her to walk right by him, step over his long legs that blocked the aisle. Damn assigned seating. She knew he left the campus for lunch so the only time she really got to admire him was before school and any time she passed him in the hall because he was always gone as soon as the final bell rang, the fading rumble the Harley's engine making his departure known to everyone. She had always wondered just how many girls enjoyed a private ride on the back of his motorcycle and then a ride on his privates, but none of the girls she talked to would admit if they ever had, after all he lived on the other side of the railroad tracks in a trailer park and the upper crust just didn't associate with the bottom of the barrel. Cate heard the principal yell at Zeke, much like he did every morning, and she didn't even realize that her friends had walked off, snickering at her for staying behind to watch and listen to the argument that was about to ensue between the head honcho and the school's troublemaking badass. She wanted to come to Zeke's defense, he wasn't harming anyone or damaging property, but she would just make a fool of herself and piss off the principal more and wind up in detention or worse, suspended ten days before graduation. She sucked in her breath when Zeke stood up and swung his leg over the seat, waiting and wondering if he was finally going to take a swing at the older man after all the months of continuous harassment, he had already been suspended three times this year for fighting. She didn't doubt that he could hold his own but– Did she just hear him right? After graduation he was gone? Everyone in town always made it hard on him and they didn't trust him just from his looks alone but she had a feeling that under that tough exterior was someone with a big heart that was just misunderstood, but then she could also be completely wrong about him and he had a massive chip on his shoulder. When he looked up at her, she felt her pounding heart leap into her throat and when he stepped up onto the sidewalk and took a step towards her, she quickly turned on her heel and hurried back inside the school so she could get to class before the second bell rang. She was probably the only one in town who didn't want him to leave. And she didn't dare say a word otherwise. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Zeke was just minding his own business, enjoying a late-night double cheeseburger smothered with grilled onions when trouble found him once again. The Memorial Day festivities had been in full swing at the city park with the opening dedication of the town's memorial wall and everyone had gathered there to remember the fallen, well, everyone except him. He wasn't working at the feed store with the holiday weekend so he rode into town to grab a bite to eat at the drive-in diner and he parked his motorcycle along the curb and sat down at the sidewalk table to enjoy his burger, fries and Coke in peace and quiet. Or so he had thought. He was halfway through his burger when a black Mustang bounced rather than turned into the drive-in, its tires screeching on the asphalt as it slid to a halt diagonally in the farthest parking bay, the passenger side door flying open before it had a chance to come to a complete stop. He couldn't see the girl as she scrambled out but he recognized the driver as he shoved himself out from behind the wheel, George Hunsaker, the star quarterback of the football team who was getting a full ride to an out of state college in the fall. The Reunion "Get back here, you little bitch," George yelled as he half ran, half walked around the front of his car in an angry beeline for latest conquest that was bound and determined to get away from him. He didn't care who they were, no girl had ever rejected him in the past and no girl was going to start now, he always got what he wanted. He caught up with her before she even made it half way to the restaurant's side door and grabbed hold of her bare arm in a vice-like hold with his left hand, yanking her off balance and back towards him. When she shrieked and looked up at him, he raised his right hand and backhanded her hard across the face, her head snapping to the side under the force of his blow. She screamed in pain as his heavy class ring hit her cheekbone hard and he dragged her, dazed, along behind him towards his car. From across the lot, Zeke caught a glimpse of Cate's terrified expression under the bright overhead lights right before the back of George's hand connected with her cheek, her painful cry tearing through his heart and the night. Nothing pissed him off more than when a chicken-shit excuse of a man hit a defenseless woman and when that woman just happened to be Cate, he went from pissed off to fully enraged. His better judgment told him to not get involved but he couldn't just sit idly by while that piece of shit football player physically overpowered his Cate. His jaw clenched and he dropped the last of his burger down to the table as he bolted to his feet, stepping over the fixed seat of the table. His long, angry strides ate up the asphalt as he hurried across the parking lot to come to Cate's rescue as she was roughly and unwillingly pulled across the parking lot towards the waiting car. He shoved his hair out of his face as his eyes narrowed, focusing on George just as he raised his hand to hit her a second time. "Let her go!" he ordered as he stepped over the two-foot wide cement curb that divided the parking slots. Cate struggled against George's hold, trying to get her arm out of his tight grip but his fingers were digging hard into the soft flesh of her upper arm. She sucked in her breath when he raised his hand to hit her again and the sound of a familiar yet unexpected voice made his hand stop in mid-air and she turned her head, looking at Zeke as he came barreling towards her, his intense gaze focused on the person holding her against her will. He was the last person she ever expected to see in this part of town and she was never happier to see him than right now, even if he was despised by everyone else. She struggled even harder against George's hold, trying desperately to get away from him. "Zeke," she sobbed, her voice shaking with fear as she stared up at him with a helpless look on her face, her forget-me-not blue eyes full of tears. George dug his fingers deeper into Cate's arm and she yelped in pain, quickly putting a halt to her struggling and her plea for help from someone who just needed to get the hell out of town. He glared at his rival classmate over the top of her head. He was nothing more than a troublemaker that just needed to learn to keep his nose out of places it didn't belong before it got broken, especially when he set his eyes on girls who had more class and money then he could ever dream about or even stood a chance with. "This is none of your business, Nicholls," he said. "Why don't you get on your bike and go back over the tracks where your kind belongs." Zeke looked down at Cate. Her blue eyes were wide and full of tears and a small trickle of blood was running down her cheek where the asshole's ring had cut her skin. His anger mounted even more when he saw just how tight of a grip the other guy had on her arm, his fingertips making deep indentations in her soft flesh that was sure to leave bruises. He also didn't miss the torn neck of her tank top or the swell of one small breast above the edge of her lacy pink bra. This wasn't George's first attempt at overpowering her tonight but it was going to be his last. He could insult him all he wanted, his skin was thick enough, but he wasn't leaving until he knew Cate was safe and she wasn't going to be as long as she was around this asshole. He struggled to control his temper, his fingers nervously twitching and flexing at his sides as he glared at George. "I'm making it my business. Let her go right now." The corner of his mouth turned up in a sly smile. "And if I don't," George said, provoking him as he tightened his grip on Cate's arm until she yelped in pain. He didn't take orders from anyone, especially from someone that was nothing but a punk, a worthless piece of dog shit that just stunk up the town. Maybe it was time that someone finally knocked him back down to where he belonged since he was having a hard time finding his way home and he was just the guy to do it, he threw a punch like he threw a football, hard and with a good follow through. "You'll find out exactly what my kind is capable of," Zeke swore, watching him, waiting for him to take the first swing as he sized up his opponent. George was four inches taller than him but he outweighed him by at least fifteen pounds of muscle and his muscles were all earned from hard manual labor not throwing a ball around with a bunch of other little boys. Ever since he had turned twelve, he'd been in his fair share of fist fights and back alley brawls with guys bigger than him, and even though he never started a single fight, he made damn sure he finished them. If this asshole wanted a fight, he would give him one and he was a better punching bag that Cate. He fought back with a vengeance. George wasn't showing any signs of letting go of Cate's arm anytime soon and he slowly drew his hands up into tight fists as his jaw clenched. He was going to have to physically remove his hands from her. "I'm not going to tell you a third time." George saw the look of pure fury on Zeke's face, the fire burning in his coffee-brown eyes and it was right then and there that he suddenly realized that the other guy had a hard-on for his girl. Zeke wasn't going to get her hands on her tonight or any other night; he was going to make sure of that. He let go of Cate, shoving her to the asphalt with a yelp of pain as he doubled up his right fist and took a hard swing at Zeke, his fist connecting with–nothing but air. Zeke saw George's eyes narrow and, as he pushed Cate to the ground as a futile distraction tactic, he drew back his fist to hit him. Zeke was quick to react and he ducked just as George swung and he drove his right fist hard into George's gut, knocking the wind out of him with a startled grunt, and he slammed his left fist even harder into his chin with a sharp uppercut, following through with a powerful bone-cracking right hook to his jaw that snapped his head to the side, bloody saliva spraying out of his mouth, spattering across his forehead as he went down like a sack of potatoes. George staggered backwards under the unexpected force of Zeke's blows, his shoulders coming to rest against the cement pillar that supported the drive-in's roof, keeping him from hitting the ground beside Cate who had scooted backwards. He stared, dizzily, at Zeke as everything spun in front of his eyes as he tried to regain his balance. His stomach was sore, his head was reeling and his jaw felt like it had just been dislocated and he brought the back of his hand up, wiping away the blood that was trickling out of the corner of his mouth. He never anticipated that his punches would be that hard, but then again blind rage and unrequited love was fueling his need to prove himself as Alpha male in front of the intended female, but he was the stud in this town, not this long-haired hooligan. He spit out his broken molar along with a mouthful of blood and glared at Zeke. "You fuckin' asshole. You broke my tooth," he yelled at him. His eyes narrowed and his lips drew back over his remaining teeth covered with a thin film of blood in an angry snarl as he lunged for Zeke, running towards him. Zeke shoved his hands through his hair, pushing it back from his face as his eyes narrowed, never leaving George even though he was more concerned about Cate who had scooted back to a safe distance than this chicken shit that didn't know when to give up, but he didn't dare take his eyes off of him. And it was a good thing that he didn't. When he came barreling towards him in an attempt to knock him off his feet, Zeke's drawn back fist connected sharply with the bridge of his nose and he brought his leg up to kick him as hard as he could in the knee, his heavy motorcycle boot connecting with his unprotected patella, and this time he did go down like a sack of potatoes, a bloody and broken sack that was screaming like a girl and writhing in pain from his fractured knee and busted nose. He just was not going to learn. Zeke drew in a deep breath and let it back out as he bent over and grabbed a fistful of George's polo shirt and hauled him to his good foot only to take three running steps and slam him, right shoulder first, into the cement pillar, his gut-wrenching and painful scream piercing his ears. He pulled George upright and slammed his back hard into the support, holding him there with a muscled forearm across his throat as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a switchblade knife, flipping the blade open with a push of a button. He watched in satisfaction as all the color drained from George's face. Zeke's face was only a few millimeters from his as he glared at him with cold brown eyes, his nostrils flaring with every inhale, his hot breath hissing out through his gritted teeth with every exhale as his blood roared in his ears. Blind-rage coursed through his veins and it took every ounce of willpower that he could muster to keep from breaking the remaining bones in George's body along with the rest of his teeth but he'd had enough; blood was pouring out of his nose and dripping off of his chin, bloody bubbles coming out of his parted lips as he struggled to catch his breath. But he had a feeling that he still hadn't gotten his point across. "You're a prick," he hissed as he drew in several deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm himself. He brought the knife up and he saw George's eyes shift momentarily from his to the steel blade, the overhead lights glinting off the shiny metal, as he brought it even closer to his face, pressing the razor-sharp edge against his cheek hard enough to leave a red mark but not hard enough to break the skin, the point a few centimeters from his eye socket. The other man's wide-eyed gaze shifted back to him. He rocked the sharp blade against his cheek, staring him right in the eyes. His voice was cool, his words precise. "If you ever touch Cate again, I will gut you like the vile snake that you are and piss on your dead corpse. And don't think for one second that I won't hunt you down whether it is tomorrow or twenty-five years from now. I will find you. Do I make myself clear?" When the razor-sharp edge of the knife pressed into his cheek, George knew he had picked a fight with the wrong guy and he feared that he was going to leave him with a scar on the side of his face; his nose, tooth and knee were already broken and possibly his jaw and clavicle. He tried to stay upright, all of his weight was resting on one leg and every time he felt himself slide a scant millimeter down the pillar, he felt the sharpened blade dig into his cheek, the point getting closer and closer to his eye. George tried to control his breathing, but his breaths were coming quick and hard and he felt his Adam's apple bob against the strong, muscular forearm pressed tight against his throat as he swallowed and choked on the blood that was staring to fill his mouth. He felt the warm, steady stream of urine run down his leg as he pissed himself right there in front of Cate. He stared, unblinking, at his fellow classmate that held his life in his very hands, watching as his brown eyes darkened with rage... Or was it superiority because he had just been defeated and utterly humiliated in front of the girl he now knew he never had a chance with. "Cr-cr-crys-tal." "Good," Zeke said, lifting the knife away from his face and folding the blade back down as he slowly released the pressure of his arm against the other man's throat. He took a step back from him and watched as George sagged back against the cement pillar, utterly defeated. He could smell the pungent stench of urine and he smiled to himself. This wasn't the first time he had made another person piss themselves. He was no longer the get-any-girl-he-wanted-big-shot-star-quarterback; he was a pathetic, weak loser and hopefully he would think twice about ever hitting a female again. And then, just to make sure he got his point across, he brought his knee up hard between the other man's legs, driving his testicles back up into his pelvic girdle. "I'm glad we understand each other," he said as George collapsed to the asphalt at his feet with a long drawn out, pain-filled groan. He looked down at his rival classmate as he writhed in excruciating pain and clutched what was left of his manhood, which wasn't much to begin with in the first place. Zeke shoved his fingers through his hair, took one last look at George and turned on his heel, walking back over to where he had left his motorcycle parked along the curb. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, his knuckles were bloody and bruised and the throbbing pain in his hands was well worth the beating he had given the piece of shit slimeball. The only thing that stopped him from doing any further damage to the guy was the thought, as fleeting as it was at the moment, that Cate was watching him. He grabbed his leather jacket that he had flung over the seat and pulled it on, zipping it up. He threw his leg over the seat and sat down, pushing his hair back from his face before he pulled on his helmet and fastened the chin strap. He tugged his leather gloves on and started the engine, feeling the heavy vibration of the Harley's engine between his splayed thighs as he stared across the parking lot at Cate who was huddled next to a cement pillar and trembling like a scared kitten. Now was his chance, his golden opportunity to finally get the girl of his dreams, but his kind didn't associate with hers. They just came to their rescue and bowed out gracefully before more trouble could fall upon them and he would be a chicken shit to not take the risk even if the consequences were worse than the beating he had just inflicted on the one person who actually stood a chance with her. Leaving her here would be the right and wrong thing to do, there were already a lot of people that despised him, he didn't need even more and her family was the type that didn't forgive let alone forget. He revved the engine, took one last look at Cate, and slapped the visor down over his eyes. Fuck it; she could call someone to pick her up. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Cate yelped in pain as she was shoved to the ground, her butt connecting directly with the hard asphalt and she rubbed her sore arm where's George's fingers had dug into her flesh, she was going to have to wear long– She quickly sucked in a lung's full of air when her good-for-nothing date took a swing at her knight in shining armor that just happened to ride a black and chrome motorcycle, his fist connecting with nothing but air. She quickly scooted backwards as Zeke's series of three well-placed punches sent George staggering towards her but he landed against the cement support pillar with a hard grunt instead and she scrambled to her feet, moving to a safe distance at the other end of the parking bay, standing as close as she could to the other pillar, watching helplessly. She knew that she should call the police but she was too terrified to move; besides Zeke would get arrested for assault and frankly, George was getting what he deserved. She didn't know why she had said yes when George asked her to the Memorial Day festivities, she had to blow off her friends to go with him and her better judgment told her not to, but he was the star quarterback and she had been floating on cloud nine ever since he had asked her. The day had been going fine and she was having a good time, playing tag football with three of his other teammates and their girlfriends in the park and laughing over chili dogs and Cokes. Later that night, when his friends went different directions to be alone with their respective girlfriends and they drove to the old log pond to watch the sun set, she should have known something wasn't right and it sure as hell wasn't. His kiss was rough, his hands even rougher as he groped her breast through her tank top and shoved his hand down between her thighs, gripping her denim covered crotch hard as she struggled against him, trying to fight him off. She finally got him to release his hold when she dug her thumb as hard as she could into his eye socket and she demanded right then and there that he take her home. When he didn't turn at the street that connected onto the one she lived on, she did the stupidest and smartest thing she could think of at the moment; she grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it hard, the front end of the Mustang bouncing over the curb of the drive-in's parking lot and as soon as the car started to slow down, she heaved the heavy door open and scrambled out to run far, far away from George. She never expected Zeke to be at the drive-in but she was glad that he was and now George was getting the shit beat out of him by the guy she hoped would have asked her to the festivities. Cate pressed her body to the cement pillar, looking around it at the bare-knuckle fist fight that was transpiring before her very eyes entirely to protect her honor and George didn't stand a chance against his opponent. He was out muscled and clearly out-smarted by the town's badass. She laughed to herself when he spit out his broken tooth, served him right, and she opened her mouth to warn Zeke, who's long hair was obstructing his view, when George came barreling towards him but he had pushed his hair out of his eyes just in time and he broke his nose with one nicely executed jab and if that wasn't enough to send him to the ground, the motorcycle boot to his knee did the trick. She had heard of guys screaming like little girls when they had been injured but she had never really heard it for herself until now. And it was downright funny. She slowly drew her bottom lip into her mouth, watching the finely sculpted muscles of Zeke's back flex and contract under the soft cotton of his T-shirt that was pulled taut over his back as he bent down to pull George to his feet, or rather his foot, salivating at the sight of his strong biceps as he hefted the other man's weight and– She sucked in her breath, wincing when George's throwing shoulder was slammed into the cement pillar, his agonizing scream tearing through the night as his football career was just flushed down the toilet at the hands of Zeke. The beating had gotten out of hand, blood was pouring out of George's nose and he was struggling against the strong, muscular forearm pressed tight against his throat and she feared that if she didn't stop it and soon, it was going to escalate to the point of her seeing Zeke behind steel bars. She opened her mouth to scream "stop it" but when she saw the overhead lights glint off the steel blade of the knife in Zeke's hand nothing would come out, her heart had leapt into her throat, cutting off her ability to breathe. She swallowed hard, trying to push her heart back down where it belonged as she just stared at her knife-wielding savior that was breathing on the bloodied face of her attacker. He wouldn't cut him, give him a scar like the one that he had on his face, would he? She closed her eyes and turned her face into the pillar, refusing to watch as Zeke carved a reminder into his face but his consequential threat made her open her eyes, made her take a long, hard look at Zeke. The Reunion All the times she had caught him staring at her, all the times she had felt him behind her in the halls, all the times she had walked right past him with her nose in the air because she couldn't look him in the eyes. They had a mutual attraction to each other that they couldn't voice from their social standings alone. And his was much stronger, his protective instincts kicking in the second he saw George hit her and she would be forever grateful but there was only one problem. How was she going to tell him when he thought that she was nothing more than a snob that lived on the hill? But she wasn't a snob and he wasn't the worthless piece of dog shit everyone claimed he was. He may come from the wrong side of the tracks and more than likely didn't know the difference between a salad fork and a shrimp fork but he had just saved her from getting beaten and possibly raped and if she had to take the criticism from her friends, she owed him more than a simple thank you, she owed him– She winced when Zeke's knee connected with George's testicles and she watched as he collapsed to the asphalt , his loud, painful groan a true indication that he had just been thoroughly defeated by the badass of Oak Hills. Cate slowly stepped around the cement pillar, watching as Zeke turned on his heel and walked back across the parking lot without so much as a 'how are you, are you okay'. Okay, so maybe she had figured him wrong, he really was the bastard that everyone called him and he didn't give a shit about her or anyone else. She looked down at George who was still writhing in pain and reached up with a trembling hand to brush a lock of hair back from her face that had escaped her ponytail in the struggle. She pressed her bruised cheek to the rough cement and stared across the parking lot at Zeke as he threw one muscled thigh over the seat of his motorcycle and sat down, shoving that long hair out of his eyes before he pulled on his helmet. She could have sworn she felt his eyes on her across the parking lot as he tugged on his leather gloves, but she could have been wrong about that, too. When Zeke started the motorcycle, the heavy rumble of the Harley's engine had George getting to his feet and limping across the parking lot towards his car as fast as he could on one good leg, smearing the blood across his face with one hand, his other one was still clutching his aching testicles and penis. Cate slumped against the pillar and watched as the Mustang backed out over the curb, bouncing back onto the road, the tires squealing on the asphalt as her ride home sped away into the night. How could she be such a fool? She should have just listened to her gut and never gone to the festivities with George. She heard the loud, heavy rumble of the Harley's engine as it was revved and she looked across the lot at Zeke, feeling his hot coffee-brown eyes on hers right before he reached up and slapped the visor down on his helmet. And how could she not speak up and tell Zeke how she felt about him? She reached up and wiped the lone tear away from the corner of her eye before it had a chance to escape and let out a long breath as her savior pulled away from the curb, both of them leaving her alone and three miles from home. She stepped off the two foot wide curb, wrapped her arms around her torso and starting walking home in the dark. She was at the end of the parking lot when Zeke rolled to a stop beside her and she looked up at him just as he pushed the visor up on his helmet. Zeke was a lot of things, be he wasn't a chicken shit. His smile was hidden under his helmet but the corners of his eyes crinkled in the act. Her family could hate him in the morning; he wasn't letting her out of his sight anytime tonight. He motioned at her with a slight jerk of his head. "Get on," he yelled above the loud, heavy engine vibrating between his thighs. Cate nodded and braced her hands on his leather clad shoulders as she swung her thigh over the rear of the bike, dropping down onto the seat behind him. She rested her sneaker clad feet on the chrome footrests and wrapped her arms around his strong, muscular torso, pressing her cheek against the soft leather of his jacket and breathing in the scent of the animal hide as she squeezed the outside of his denim encased muscled thighs with the inside of her smooth, sleek bare ones. She smiled against his back and didn't protest in the least when he pulled out of the parking lot and tore down the street in the opposite direction of her house. She had the wind in her hair, her arms wrapped tight around her tattooed knight in denim and leather and the roar of the Harley's engine in her ears as they rode off into the darkness under the starry sky, the light of the full moon guiding their way. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Zeke dug the pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and shook one out, putting it between his lips and lighting it, watching in the moonlight as Cate walked down the gentle slope to the rocks that lined the water's edge, the moon's silvery glow reflecting off the inky, rippling surface. He unzipped his jacket and shucked it off, tossing it over the motorcycle's seat and walked over to the huge oak tree, squatting down onto his haunches next to the base as he blew out a long stream of smoke. He could see the faint orange glow of a bonfire on the other side of the reservoir; hear the echoes of the voices as they were carried across the water, the sound of someone screaming and then the loud splash as they were thrown into the water. The far side of the reservoir was a well-known party spot but the isolated side that they were on was only accessible by bicycles or foot traffic along the trail, or in his case, on his motorcycle. He put the cigarette between his lips and took a long drag off of it, the end glowing brightly in the night, and slowly exhaled, watching Cate as she skipped rocks across the water through the smoke as it slowly dissipated in the darkness. She was absolutely breathtaking in the moonlight with the way that the light played off her features, off her curves. He let his gaze slowly side over her from his perch several feet away. The soft cotton of her fitted white tank top clung to her slender torso and her small breasts, emphasizing their perfect shape, and was tucked into her cut-off denim shorts that were a helluva a lot shorter than the skirts that she wore to school, the soft, worn denim hugging her hips and the curve of her sweet little ass that he always admired from afar. He felt his cock start to stir in his jeans as he let his gaze slowly take in every inch of her long, sleek legs. The frayed edges of her shorts showed off all but three inches of those impressive gams, and he felt his cock jerk hard, filling with a sudden rush of blood, remembering just how it had felt to have her legs squeezing his as she sat behind him on the back of his motorcycle, her small breasts pressed into his back, her arms wrapped around him tight. He blew out a long stream of smoke as he ground the cigarette out against the sole of his boot, flicking the butt out across the ground to land somewhere in the grass. Zeke straightened and reached down to adjust his hardening cock behind the fly of his snug-fitting jeans, thankful that she still had her back to him. If she knew how many times he had come up here and painted this particular oak tree with his semen she would more than likely run back up the hill to the road than jack him off, but she had gotten on the back of his motorcycle... He could have his choice of several girls in the school and with one phone call, one passed note in the halls, he could have them shoved up against the tree as he pounded his aching cock in and out of them from behind but he never summoned any of them, instead he came up here and jacked himself off thinking about Cate, thinking about her small yet perfect breasts, her sleek thighs wrapped around him, her forget-me-not blue eyes gazing deep into his until he screamed her name into the air and left his spent semen to dry on the bark of the tree, speeding through town to get back to the school before the lunch break was over. He shoved his fingers through his long hair, pushing it out of his face and leaned his shoulder against the rough bark of the tree and crossed his arms over his broad chest, content with just watching her pretty much like he did every day. He never really felt like he was stalking her, more like he was just staying back to make sure no harm ever came to her, mainly just during school hours. But now since that piece of shit decided he wanted to have his way with her, unsuccessfully he hoped, he felt like he needed to keep an eye on her twenty-four/seven so nothing like that would happen again. But he couldn't, that would just scare her off and that was the last thing he wanted to do. When she turned around and started walking back up the slope towards him, a smile started to twitch at the corner of his mouth. She was here with him now and that was all that mattered. Cate brushed a lock of hair back from her face as she walked back up the incline to where Zeke was standing under the huge oak tree, the moonlight playing off his strong features in the darkness. She didn't protest when he drove up to the reservoir, actually she needed the time to clear her head and to collect herself emotionally before she went home, even though she was pushing her curfew as it was, and he more than likely needed to calm down, too. She smiled at him as she got closer, his face becoming more distinguishable in the moonlight. He was a hard guy to figure out, he always seemed so angry and she had never seen him smile, he avoided confrontation as much as he could but when someone took a swing at him he dropped them on their ass, and he never talked to her–tonight was the first time he'd said two words to her–yet he had come to her rescue tonight. She could barely see his banged up and bloody knuckles in the dark and she knew that they must hurt like hell. If it hadn't have been for him, she'd be calling her mother to come and pick her up from the hospital. She stopped in front of him and tipped her head back just slightly to look up at him. "Thank you for tonight. You... you didn't have to do that." Zeke looked down at her. There was so little that she, that anyone, knew about him. He kept everything bottled up inside him, kept to himself so he didn't have to explain his actions to anyone, yet sometimes, people just wouldn't leave him the hell alone. But this was Cate, not some nosy idiot that just needed to mind their own business or pass judgment on him because of his long hair and grim outlook on life. She had willingly climbed onto the back of his Harley, wrapped her arms around him... so he owed her an explanation, more so he owed her the truth. "Yes, I did. I couldn't just sit back and watch that piece of shit hit you. Nothing pisses me off more than when–" He angrily shoved his hands through his long hair, pushing it away from his face as he drew in a deep breath to calm his already overwrought nerves, biting his own tongue before he said too much. He looked down at her, waiting for her to run at the sudden change in his tone but she didn't, nor did she flinch when he drew his hands up into tight fist. He leaned his shoulders against the rough bark of the tree, slammed his balled up fists into it and looked down at the scuffed toes of his boots as he drew in several calming breaths. When he looked up at her, into those blue eyes that were watching him in the darkness, he strangely felt a little bit of peace, felt like everything was just perfect with Cate, his Cate with the forget-me-not blue eyes. "My old man would come home drunk at night and beat the shit out of my mother. I use to hide under my bed but I could still hear her screaming, crying. He would hit her so hard that she would– I could hear her when she hit the floor. I was ten when I had finally had enough of the crying, the beatings. He came home one night in a drunken rage and when he took a swing at my mother, I took a swing at him with a baseball bat. My mom and I haven't stayed in a town long enough for him to find us again." Cate listened as he unburdened himself of his pain, of his afflictions that had plagued him for the past eight years. No wonder he never let himself get close to anyone, really make any friends, he may have to uproot himself in a matter of seconds and hightail it out of town just to protect his mother. She slowly reached up, half expecting him to recoil from her touch, and pushed a lock of soft brown hair back from his face so she could see those coffee-brown eyes of his that were still clouded with so much anger, so much emotions. She had a feeling that she was the only one he had ever said anything to and she felt honored that he would trust her with his deepest secret, his darkest fear. When he didn't try to pull away from her she slowly trailed her fingertips down the right side of his face. "Was that how you got this? From your father?" she asked, tracing the scar that cut diagonally down his cheek, ending a few centimeters from the corner of his mouth. It was an old scar that had healed on its own without stitches, leaving him with a jagged, uneven disfigurement that she found absolutely sexy, even more so since it led directly to his bottom lip that was too full, too sensual for any man. She slowly drew the tip of her finger along his soft, full bottom lip. No other girl had ever had such a profound effect on him, she had his breath coming in quick, short bursts and his heart slamming hard into his ribcage from the mere touch of her fingers alone. And when she softly drew her finger across his bottom lip, he felt a sudden rush of blood head straight for his groin. Zeke reached up and closed his fingers around her hand, drawing it away from his mouth as he gazed down at her in the pale moonlight. She was standing so close to him that he could smell her shampoo, feel her warm breath on his face and if she moved a fraction of an inch closer she would be able to feel his cock, hard and throbbing against her belly. He looked down into her eyes that were turned up to him as he held her much smaller, softer hand in his, slowly drawing the rough pad of his thumb over the back of her hand. His gaze dropped to that sexy, persuasive mouth of hers that he wanted to kiss, feel upon his flesh. But kissing her right now would be... uncouth. "Yeah, it is. Telling people you got sliced in a knife fight sounds more macho than cutting your face on a broken lamp when your old man backhanded you across the face. Why were you with that asshole in the first place?" Cate felt an electrical jolt shoot straight up her arm from the mere touch of his calloused hand on hers and she quickly pulled it out of his grasp, shoving her hands into the hip pockets of her shorts. She felt her heart leap into her throat and she swallowed hard, trying to push it back down where it belonged. She still couldn't believe that she was finally alone with Zeke, the misunderstood badass; she just wished that he had been the one that had asked her out instead of that jerk. She gazed up at him in the moonlight. "I was flattered that George asked me, so I said yes. Besides, I got tired of holding my breath waiting for you to finally speak one word to me. I may live on the hill, Zeke, but I'm not a snob." Zeke snorted, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he looked down at her. How could he ask her out when she was always with her friends? They would have laughed in his face and made the situation even more humiliating, him asking out a rich girl, like that was ever going to happen. But she wasn't with her friends now, and no one was here to judge her yet he could still feel that air of haughtiness that surrounded her. "Not a snob? When you walk around the school with your friends, you all have your noses stuck so high into the air that I was worried when you went out in the rain that you'd drown. And you walk by me so fast in the hall, it's like you're afraid of me." "Afraid of you?" Cate squeaked, glaring up at him, glad that it was hard to make out the smug look he had on his face in the darkness. If he only knew half of the mixed up emotions she was experiencing every time she looked at him, the feelings she had never felt before for another guy, how tormenting it was for her to even be this close to him. "The only thing I'm afraid of is the feelings I have for you. I've wanted to talk to you ever since I saw you that morning coming out of the administrator's office. But I didn't know how to approach you then and I still don't know how to approach you now. You always have this don't-mess-with-me-attitude that scares everybody off and you're constantly staring at me and it makes me nervous. Every time I walk past you in the hall my stomach twists up into a knot and I can't catch my breath. And I'm so frustrated with what I'm feeling that I don't know whether to scream or–" "Or what, Catie-girl?" Zeke goaded. He was egging her on, pushing her to make the first move. He fully expected her to spin around on her heel and march back up to where he had parked the motorcycle or runaway entirely and try to make it back to the road in the darkness, fully expected her to slap him across the face and call him a bastard. But she was the scared little rich girl that was out alone in the darkness with the badass of the county, out where she shouldn't be on a school night, out with the one person her parents would never allow her to even associate with, and he was beginning to wonder why he was even wasting his time with her. She saw the look on his face, felt his coffee-brown eyes suddenly darken with the mixed up emotions he held bottled up inside his own self, and a tiny indistinguishable cry escaped her throat. Without thinking about the consequences, without caring if anyone found out tomorrow, she reached up and curled her hands around the back of his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed him. It was full-on mouth to mouth contact, her soft lips against his tense ones, and she didn't know who was more surprised by the kiss, him or her. When she felt his mouth start to soften under hers she lifted her head, a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over her. She was glad it was dark outside or he would have seen her cheeks start to flame. She dropped her hands from his neck and took a step back from him. "Sorry, I– I should not have done that." He looked down at her in the moonlight, all tension leaving his body only to be replaced with need and a burning desire for her and her alone. All the times he wanted to kiss her, all the times he thought about her while he was up here under this tree– He drew in a ragged breath, the warm air scented with her perfume filling his lungs, and as the thought of any and all consequences of bringing her up here quickly left his lust-filled brain, he reached out and cupped the back of her head in his calloused hand, dragging her closer. "Guess again," he growled right before his mouth came crashing down on hers. He kissed her hard, his tongue pushing boldly and without permission into her mouth, sliding hotly, erotically across hers. He tightened his hold on her head and deepened the kiss, stealing her ability to breathe as he swallowed her feeble moan. He roughly dragged his hand down her back and dug his calloused fingers into one firm denim covered ass cheek, lifting her against him as he turned around and pressed her back against the rough bark, pinning her body between the trunk of the tree and his own hard, unyielding and aching body. His mouth devoured hers. She tasted like sin, nothing but pure unadulterated sin, because he was surly going to burn in hell for kissing her and he didn't give a shit anymore. She was his, at least for tonight. Cate moaned and instinctively reached up to curl her fingers into his surprisingly soft long hair, arching against the broad expanse of his chest as his hard, heavy body pushed hers back against the tree. She couldn't feel nor did she care if the bark scratched her skin, all she could feel was Zeke's hands on her body, his lips on hers and his wicked, wicked tongue assaulting her mouth and her senses. He tasted like sin, nothing but pure wickedness and she quickly found herself succumbing to his unscrupulous ways. She felt an unfamiliar ache in her belly and a rush of wet heat to suddenly flood parts of her body that were finally starting to awaken and she kissed him back, her tongue sliding hotly along his, moaning in his mouth as the fingers that were dug into her ass pulled her sharply into the solid ridge of his hard, thick cock. She fisted her fingers even tighter in his hair, gasping for breath as his mouth left hers to trail down the side of her neck, his hot tongue darting out to taste what his lips were gliding over. "Zeke," she moaned, arching against him, pressing her belly against the evidence of his burning arousal, the ache in her abdomen growing even stronger. The Reunion Zeke grabbed a handful of her ponytail and tugged her head back, exposing the smooth column of her throat to his greedy mouth. His teeth grazed her skin as he pressed a hot, sucking kiss to her neck, leaving a mark there for everyone to see, branding her as his. He could feel her breath on his hair, feel her blood pounding through her veins against his tongue and he took a sharp nip of her neck before his mouth ventured lower, skimming over her collarbone as the hand that was gripping her ass slid higher, cupping her small breast in his palm. He roughly dragged his thumb across her nipple and it instantly hardened, straining against the material of her bra and tank top. He ground his hips against hers; forcing his straining erection into the softness of her lower belly, pressing her hard against the rough bark of the tree. Her moans of surrender were music to his ears. "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now." She gasped under the firm pressure of his hand on her breast, the roughness of his thumb rasping against her nipple as it rapidly pebbled. She had been manhandled earlier tonight, but that had been completely against her will and even though she had been aching for Zeke's touch for months, she didn't want it fast and hard up against a tree in the darkness. She wanted to see him, feel him, and look into his eyes when their bodies became one. But a guy like him wasn't one for tenderness, he wanted it hard, fast and rough and he wanted it right now. She sucked in her breath when he trailed his hot tongue across her collarbone. "I'm a virgin," she whispered. His head shot up so fast that he could have sworn he snapped his own neck. A million raunchy thoughts were running through his sex depraved eighteen year old brain and they were quickly brought to a screeching halt with those three little words. Did he just hear her right? She was a virgin? George hadn't been successful with getting in her pants, nor had any other guy for that matter. He instantly released his hold on her and took a step back, staring down at her in the moonlight. He drew in several deep breaths, his chest heaving with the effort. "Fuck," he swore, shoving his trembling hands through his long hair, pushing it away from his face. He swore again as he shook his head, turning away from her. "I'm not going to be held responsible for popping a rich girl's cherry," he said, blatantly, as he walked away from her, going back up to where he had parked his motorcycle. A virgin was the last thing he ever expected her to be. Cate slumped against the rough bark of the tree and wrapped her arms around her body, watching in the moonlight as he all but ran away from her. She felt the sting of tears as they started to well up in her eyes and she was glad he had his back to her, she didn't want him to see how much he had just hurt her. She reached up and wiped her eyes with her fingers, sniffling. She had never felt more rejected, more foolish in her entire life and she just wanted to crawl under the nearest rock. She had willingly gotten on the back of his motorcycle and come up here with him, and even though in the back of her mind she knew what his intentions were going to be, she didn't try to push him away but her lack of experience sure did. She caught the blue flicker of his lighter in the darkness and then the bright red glow at the end of the cigarette as his lit it, sucking the nicotine into his lungs as a much needed substitution to the release of her body he had been craving. She just stood there in the darkness under the huge oak tree wishing this night had never happened. She finally quit her crying, dried her eyes and waited until he flicked the cigarette down to the ground, crushing it out with the toe of his boot before she walked up the slight incline. "Can you please just take me home," she whispered, unable to look him in the eyes. Zeke blew out a long stream of smoke, watching as it dissipated into the night sky and pushed away from the seat of the Harley, scooping up his jacket and pulling it on. He could tell that she had been crying. He could hear the despondency in her voice. "Fine," he said, yanking up the zipper. What had he been thinking? Bringing a spoiled rich girl like her up to his secret masturbating spot? That she would be willing to fuck a guy like him? Especially after she had already been manhandled by that prick of a football player? He picked up his helmet, pushed his hair back from his face and pulled it on, securing the chin strap. He was a bigger fool than he gave himself credit. He threw his leg over the motorcycle, sat down astride the seat and waited for her to settle down behind him before he started the engine. He felt her arms go around him, felt her thighs move into place alongside his but it was just in an effort to keep from falling off, there was no longer that unquenched desire burning between both of them. He started up the Harley, revved the engine and slapped the visor down on his helmet as he maneuvered it up the trail in the darkness. Cate wrapped her arms tighter around Zeke's midsection as they tore down the open stretch of road, heading back into town. She pressed her cheek against the leather pulled taut over his shoulders, wishing that he would slow down before they got stopped by the police, she was without a helmet and he wasn't actually in the good graces of the local authorities from all of his fighting to begin with and they were probably looking for him tonight anyway to slap assault charges on him after he had beat the crap out of the star quarterback. She was in enough trouble as it was, the reader board at the bank flashed that she was twenty minutes past her curfew as they sped past it, and she didn't need to add getting picked up by the cops to her list of bad deeds for the day. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the Harley start to slow down when he eased off the throttle, leaning into the turn with him as he maneuvered the motorcycle up the road that led to her house. They were in the clear. For now. Zeke had only seen the sprawling two story house from the road and as he rolled the Harley up the driveway to the front steps, it looked even more intimidating, more lavish under the bright beam of the bike's single headlight. There were no cars parked in the driveway, they were secured inside the garage in the back and there was only one light on in the house, illuminating one of the front room on the bottom floor and the neatly kept flower bed in front of the house. He rolled to a stop at the front door, killing the engine as he dropped the kickstand. He was pulling off his helmet as Cate jumped off the seat behind him. "Cate, wait," he said, setting the helmet down on the seat as he swung his thigh over the seat. Cate was almost around the back of the motorcycle when he stopped her and slowly turned around, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She didn't have time for needless chit-chat; she needed to get inside before her mother realized she was home, before Zeke realized that– "I think we've said enough to each other tonight," she deadpanned. She looked over her shoulder at the house, looking for any movement inside the expanse of the entryway through the lace curtains. She looked back over at Zeke and pushed a stray strand of wind-whipped hair out of her face. "I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay. I need to go." "Why are you in such a hurry," he said. He took a step forward and reached out, wrapping his hand around her wrist and stopping her before she could escape inside the four-walled fortress that the likes of him would never be allowed to cross over the threshold of. Her reputation wasn't as tarnished as his, but he had taken a risk and told her about his painful past and even though he didn't know where his old man was, there still was that chance that he could find him and his mother. "Don't say anything to anyone about tonight, okay? I never should have told you–" He saw the outside light flip on, the bright beam lighting up the entire porch and the section of the driveway they were standing in, then the heavy front door was pulled open and he watched as a woman in a maid's uniform stepped over the threshold. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a severe bun, her uniform was impeccable and her hands were propped on her wide hips as she had a look of disappointment on her face. His hand instinctively tightened around her wrist when he felt her start to pull from his grasp. "Catherine Louise. Do you know what time it is? Get your ass inside this house right now," the maid ordered, her voice stern, her stance steadfast. Zeke stared down at Cate's panic stricken face. No wonder she wanted to get away from him, disappear inside the house. He could see it as plain as day, the truth was written right there across her face. She wasn't the snob that lived on the hill; she was the daughter of the woman who cleaned the house. He had to wonder how many people she had lied to just so she could save face and be treated like the snob she portrayed herself to be. He huffed. If it wasn't for her mother's employer, she'd be living on the same side of the tracks at him. He knew the truth; he just wanted her to admit it to him, to her own self. "Do you always let your servant talk to you like that?" Cate looked up at Zeke. He wasn't stupid, she knew that for a fact and she could tell by the look on his face that he was more than shocked, he was...relieved? When her classmates found out where she lived, she never came right out and corrected them; they all just assumed she lived with her aunt and uncle. She was too ashamed to admit that her mother was a servant when everyone thought she was the little rich girl with the trust fund. And she didn't need Zeke ruining that for her. She yanked her hand from his grip and glared at him. "You know damn well she's not my servant, she's my mother. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I'm not the rich girl that lives on the hill? I won't reveal your secret as long as you don't tell mine." She turned on her heel and ran up the steps, passing her mother and disappearing into the house without even looking back at him. He watched as the door was shut none too gently behind the maid, behind Cate's mother. He swung his leg over the seat of the Harley and sat down, pulling his helmet back on and starting the engine. He looked over towards the far side of the house as a light came on in one of the darkened rooms, waiting, hoping to catch another glimpse of her but he never saw her as the light was once again shut off a few minutes later. He kicked himself for not taking the opportunity earlier to have the girl of his dreams under him, and now that he knew the truth, knew that she wasn't who she portrayed herself to be, he had to wonder if he would still try to get in her pants. He was out of this town in a little over a week and he wasn't that much of an asshole to fuck her and leave her. He slapped the visor down on his helmet and turned the motorcycle around, speeding back down the driveway and once again over the tracks to his own side of town, cursing himself the entire way. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Zeke was afraid that Cate was going to ignore him for as long as possible and he was right. When he backed his motorcycle into his usual parking space the next morning and removed his helmet, he looked over to the side of the school where Cate and her friends usually stood only to see that they were not there. He didn't see her anywhere around the school and he was beginning to wonder if she had even decided to show her face after what had happened yesterday but when he finally laid eyes on her as she slipped into history class without so much as a look his direction, the bruise on her face discretely hidden under a layer of carefully applied make-up, he knew she was fine and no one knew anything. And then with a rumor circulating around the school that George had wrapped his Mustang around a tree last night and was in the hospital getting his knee operated on, no one was any the wiser there either. No one ever paid him any mind so they wouldn't notice that his knuckles were bruised and swollen, but that could just be chalked up to his latest fist fight. Cate still hadn't looked his direction by the end of the school day and she ignored him the next day as well and by the third day he was tired of her aloofness so he confronted her. "I should have just fucked you that night so then you would have a good enough reason to give me the cold shoulder," Zeke said, not caring who could hear him in the hallway as he braced his hand on the door of the adjacent locker and stared down at Cate as she stashed her textbooks in her own locker. Her long hair was pulled back in a French braid and she was wearing a knee-length sleeveless dress with a frilly skirt and sandals. His eyes coasted down her backside to focus on her legs, remembering how they had felt spread wide on either side of his, those small, perfect breasts of hers pressed into his back. His attention was quickly pulled away from her shapely legs when she slammed her locker door shut, the metallic clang bringing his head up and he quickly slapped his hand up against the locker door on the other side of hers, holding her there, even though she could easily duck under his arm and get away. "Keep your voice down," Cate warned, whirling around and glaring at him. She caught someone four lockers down looking their direction, hanging on their every word, and inwardly she cringed, the biggest gossip in school just had to overhear that particular comment. He may not give a shit who heard what, he was leaving town after graduation, but she was stuck here through the summer and while she was attending the community college in Riverton. She leaned her shoulders against the lockers and crossed her arms under her breasts, staring up at him. He was looking dangerous as always, dressed in snug fitting blue jeans and an even tighter black t-shirt. She could easily get away from him and make a mad dash for the girl's bathroom but she had a funny feeling that still wouldn't stop him from following her. "What do you want, Zeke?" He reached out and took hold of her chin, tipping her head up so he could inspect her cheek. He could see the telltale swelling on her face where George's ring had struck her but not the bruise or gash. He'd taken his fair share of punches to his face but he was a lot tougher than her and was used to the pain associated with fist fights, she wasn't. He looked down into those forget-me-not blue eyes but he didn't release his gentle hold on her. He had to wonder if she had gotten her ass chewed out for breaking curfew or if she had told her mother what had transpired that evening and understood enough to comfort her rather than punish her. He could tell that she was upset and it had more to do with him talking to her than anything else. "Does it still hurt like hell?" he asked. "It's fine. I put ice on it last night," she said, surprised with his concern over her injury. When she had arrived at school the following day, she half expected everyone to flock her direction and badger her with questions about what had happened with George, but no one seemed to know anything and with the latest rumor floating around school that George had wrecked his car, they were too occupied with speculations to even care that she had been with him. She was just another girl marked off of his list. She pretty much ignored Zeke the best she could but that only lasted for a couple days, he was still keeping an eye on her. She figured he would have just given up since he was just as unsuccessful as George when it came to getting in her pants. Only difference was, she had given Zeke the opportunity and he was just too scared to take it, but at the time he had thought she was the spoiled rich girl. Now he knew the truth and that changed everything. She took a deep breath, breathing in the pure masculine scent that surrounded him. The five minute bell rang, echoing down the hall as fellow students hurried past them on their way to class without so much as a glance their direction. "I need to get to gym class," Cate said, pushing away from the locker. Zeke released his hold on her chin only to slowly draw his calloused finger down the side of her neck. He heard her breathing hitch and he slowly smiled as he gazed down at her. Public displays of affection were not allowed on school grounds and he wanted to drag her off to the closest bathroom, push her into a locking stall and devour that sweet untouched pussy until she screamed, but he couldn't. He was taking a chance as it was, touching her in the hall, and with as much as the principal had it in for him, he was sure to get kicked out of school but watching her body respond to his touch was worth risking expulsion. He slowly drew his fingers across the exposed skin above the neckline of her dress, watching as her nipples tightened in response under the tight bodice and he lightly brushed his fingertip across one tight nub before planting his hand on the locker beside her shoulder. "Then go," he insisted. She didn't move from where she was standing. She hated gym class anyway. She leaned her shoulders back against the locker once again and looked up at him. He was leaving town next week and she was never going to see him again and she didn't want their last words to be spoken in hatred. She had feelings for him and he obviously felt the need to protect her and they could never have a future together, at least not in Oak Hills. And his escape was also hers. Going anywhere with him was better than staying here without him. "Take me with you when you leave after graduation," Cate blurted out. "Cate–" Zeke said. She had no idea what she was asking. He didn't even know where he was going. With the recent news his mother had gotten from an old family friend, the only person who knew of their exact whereabouts, that his old man was finally dead, there was no need for him to stick around to keep his mother safe, so he was just going to get on his Harley and ride out of town without ever looking back. And as much as he wanted her on the back of his bike with her thighs pressed against his, he didn't need her holding him back by getting homesick after two nights out on the open road. He was out of this place, had no plans of ever coming back and he had a feeling that she would want to do just that. Cate reached out and curled her fingers in the loose material of his T-shirt at his waist, tugging it slightly from the belted waistband of his jeans as she did so, looking up into those hot coffee-brown eyes of his that were constantly fixated on her. She had never been surer of anything in her life. Zeke had come into town in a beat-up car and was leaving on a Harley and she wanted to be straddling it behind him. He was her means of escape, her destiny, her denim and leather clad savior. "There's nothing keeping me in this damn town, Zeke. Take me with you. I want to get the hell out of this town just as much as you do. Let's go together. Just you and me and the open road." He fisted his hands against the cold metal of the lockers and stared down at her. As good as that all sounded– No, he couldn't. He was finally going to be free and no woman was going to tie him down, keep him in one more godforsaken town long enough to settle down. He no longer had to look over his shoulder, no longer had to worry about his mother getting the shit beat out of her. He had no more responsibilities. It was the open road, the rumble of the Harley's engine in his ears and the stars leading him out of town. He had to talk some sense into her, slap her in the face so to speak, to get her head out of the clouds. "I'm not coming back, Catie-girl. Ever. I'm gone; I'm out of this damn town. And the open road is no place for a girl like you." The Reunion She thanked God that there was no one in the halls, everyone was in class and it was just the two of them. She didn't want anyone to hear her confession, not that it really mattered anymore. She tugged him closer and tipped her head back, looking up at him. She could feel his breath on her face, feel his taut abdomen rising and falling under her hands that were fisted into his shirt. "I fell head over heels in love with you the very second I saw you coming out of the main office your first day here. I ignore you so my friends won't tease me; you know how fast rumors get spread through here, but still I stand outside in the freezing cold and pouring rain just so I can see you every morning. I know you feel the same way about me or you wouldn't follow me around like a lost puppy dog. We should be together; we're destined to be together–" Zeke didn't know what did it, her words or one look in those forget-me-not blue eyes of hers but he caved. He reached down and took gentle hold of her chin again, tipping her head up. He kissed her right there in the hallway, neither one of them caring who could see. It was a soft kiss, a kiss that held all of the promises that the future could bring them. He raised his head and gazed down in to her eyes. "Meet me in the south parking lot after graduation." Cate pressed a quick kiss to his lips and walked away. She stopped at the double doors that opened out to the breezeway and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. She was finally getting out of this town and her future was standing there against the lockers, looking back at her with hot coffee-brown eyes and a wicked smile. She pushed the door open and hurried to the gymnasium, smiling the whole way. A week later, with her diploma in her hand and her graduation gown billowing to the ground behind her as she hastily removed it, Cate ran as fast as she could to the parking lot behind the gym, flinging her mortarboard to the grass as she grabbed a handful of her skirt, pulling it up so she could run even faster. She rounded the corner and ran across the lot to where Zeke had left his Harley, but she was too late. He was already gone. She could hear the rumble of the motorcycle's engine; see the sun shining off of his helmet as he tore across the parking lot and out of town without her. She slowly sank to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes as her future, her savior, her knight in leather and denim sped out of sight in the warm June sun. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Present day... Cate picked up the loose change that had been left on the table for a tip and dropped it into her apron pocket as she wiped the table down with a wet towel. Woohoo, a whole whopping ninety-eight cents! It was a slow day and she never expected to make very much in tips but one would think that certain people could be just a little more generous towards the person that serves your food. She was expecting it to be busy with all of the alumni coming back into town for the reunion but there was going to be food at the park and they tended to stay in that general area. The breakfast hour could be busy tomorrow morning from the graduates that had stayed overnight, but that was even doubtful, most of the people that had graduated still lived in town or just up the freeway in Riverton, and the one's that had moved away, gone to college and had successful careers didn't want to bother reconnecting with their fellow classmates, they soon just forget they even existed. She heard the bell above the door jingle and she said, without looking up, "Have a seat wherever, Hon, and I'll be right with you." She wiped the last of the crumbs from the table and straightened, brushing a lock of hair away from her face with one finger that had escaped the sloppy knot on the back of her head as she walked across the chipped linoleum towards the front counter. She dropped the towel into the sanitizer bucket and picked up a laminated menu from the holder and the coffee decanter, walking back out into the dining area. Her eyes instantly fell on the tall bulk of a man that sauntered across the room, all broad shoulders and narrow-waist inch of him. His brown hair was cut business-short and starting to gray at the temples with a few strands of silver here and there. His pale blue oxford shirt was pulled taut across his shoulders and the sleeves were rolled up to reveal hair-dusted muscular forearms. His khaki cuffed chinos hugged his perfect ass almost to the point of being obscene and his loafers cost more than her rent. Her eyes were instantly drawn up to his sun-tanned face when he turned around and she sucked in her breath at the sight of the faded jagged scar on his face. It couldn't be– And when he slipped off his sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt pocket, she went dead still as her suspicions were confirmed when eyes the color of the hot coffee in her hand fell on her. She never expected to see him for the rest of her life. She dropped the menu down onto the closest table, sat the decanter of coffee down before she dropped it on the floor and marched right up to him. Without so much as a second thought to the consequences or her surroundings, and with all the pent up rage bottled up inside her after all these years, Cate brought her open palm up and slapped Zeke as hard as she could across the face, his head lurching slightly under the stinging blow. "You asshole!" she all but screamed at him. She could care less that the loud smack of skin-on-skin contact echoed through the small diner or her harsh expletive gained everyone's attention; he deserved more than just a slap on the face and the tingling pain radiating up her arm was well worth it. She instantly heard the heavy footsteps of the cook as he came out of the kitchen to her defense but she didn't look at him, just waved him off saying, "It's okay, Eddy, he was just leaving." The bulk of a man nodded and went back into the kitchen but stood where he could keep an eye on her, his beefy arms crossed over his chest. He didn't want any fights to break out in his restaurant and a smirk turned up the corner of his mouth when he caught sight of the two couples sitting in the booths along the far wall. All four of them had their eyes fixated on Cate and the face of the man that she had literally just slapped the smile off of, eagerly anticipating an argument to break out between their waitress and the man she obviously hadn't seen in a long, long time. Zeke looked over at the other man that had a smirk on his face, the bulk of his body filling the doorway of the kitchen. He didn't doubt that he watched over Cate like a hawk, much like he used to do, and he chuckled as he flexed his jaw, feeling the sting of her unforeseen slap all the way down to the roots of his teeth. He reached up, gingerly touching the burning red handprint on his face with the tips of two fingers as he turned his attention back to Cate. He knew there was another reason why he never wanted to come back to Oak Hills and it had just slapped him right across the face. He had broken Cate's heart and, after all these years, he would have thought that she would have forgiven him for riding off without her, but he was wrong. The corner of his mouth turned up into a cocky smile. "I guess after twenty years I should have seen that coming," he said, matter-of-factly. Cate crossed her arms under her breasts and stared up at him. She had cried her eyes out in her pillow that night after graduation and she swore to herself that she would never forgive him for what he had done to her, toying with her feelings like that, getting her hopes up just to crush her dreams like the bastard that he was. And now he was standing right here in front of her, her handprint clearly outlined on his cheek and all she wanted to do was ask him why, why he had to go and do that to her. And then to make matters worse, he was looking a helluva lot hotter than he had back in high school and unlike her, the years had been good to him. He had put on at least twenty more pounds, all of it muscle, and she could have sworn his shoulders were broader and his waist was narrower than it had been back in his teenage years. But all of that was beside the point. Why was he even back in Oak Hills? She was the only one in town that paid him any mind. "Just what are you doing here?" Cate demanded. "I could ask you the same question," Zeke said, looking at the four patrons at the tables that had turned their attention their way as they sipped their ice cold beverages, enjoying the free show along with their lunch. He ignored them and turned his attention back to Cate who was clearly upset to see him, as if the slap across his face wasn't indication enough. She was still as beautiful as she had been back in high school but the stress and strain of her life was showing on her face, on her body. She had put on a few extra pounds which suited her frame perfectly but her forget-me-not blue eyes were distant and unfriendly. He didn't know if that was just because he was back in town or her life had taken a turn in the wrong direction. He was going with the latter; she was waiting tables in a diner after all. He pulled out the chair at the closet table for her and motioned for her to take a seat. "I came back for the reunion. Now have a seat. We have a lot of catching up to do." Cate huffed, reunion her ass. That was the last place he would ever show his face. He had an ulterior motive. This was Zeke after all, the badass of Humboldt County and even though his intentions towards her in the past had always been to keep her safe, she still couldn't quite bring herself to start trusting him again. He had come to her defense that night and she would be forever grateful, but that was where her feelings for him stopped and she could care less about rehashing their past, she didn't want to talk about it, period. She looked down at the chair he pulled out but made no move to sit down, she just kept watching him and wondering why, after all these years he picked now to come back. "I'm working, Zeke. And we have absolutely nothing to catch up on. You left me standing there like a fool twenty years ago and I could care less if I ever laid eyes on you for another twenty years. Please leave." Zeke pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table and sat the weight of his six foot muscular frame onto the somewhat sturdy chair, leaning back against the rest and crossing his arms over his broad chest. He looked up at her, his coffee-brown eyes never leaving her face. He could see the hatred for him that filled her eyes, the pain that she had suffered while he had been gone. When he had decided to come back to Oak Hills, it had been a spur of the moment decision, and even though he expected to run into Cate, he just never expected it to be under these circumstances. When he'd left her standing there on the sidewalk twenty years ago, it had been for her own good, he didn't know where he was going or even what the future held for him. But now that his life was on the right track and better than he ever expected it to be, he should have swallowed his damn pride and come back for her years ago. "It's been too long, Catie-girl, and I'm not leaving until we talk," he said, softly. "Suit yourself," Cate retorted. She picked up the decanter of coffee off the other table and looked down at him. He was still a customer whether she liked it or not so she had no choice but to be congenial towards him when all she wanted to do was pour the steaming coffee down the front of his impeccable pale blue shirt. "Coffee," she asked. When he nodded his head, she reached for the overturned mug on the table and sat it right side up, deliberately pouring coffee into it right up to the rim so he had to lean forward and slurp from the cup before he could pick it up without fear of spilling it all over the table or the front of his shirt. She turned on her heel and walked away from him, going back to her customers that were quickly turning their attention back to their meals; the show was over for now. Zeke shifted in his chair and swore under his breath when his knee hit the table leg and the hot coffee sloshed over the side of the mug. He yanked several napkins from the dispenser on the table, quickly sopping up the coffee before it had a chance to run over the edge of the tabletop and drip down onto his thigh. Clearly, she did that on purpose and he didn't blame her in the least, plus it was better than having her pour the entire pot over his head. He huffed as he carefully picked up the mug and took a sip, wiping up the ring of coffee with the sopped napkins and setting them aside. He was going to be here for a while so he might as well eat, so he leaned over and grabbed the laminated menu she had left on the other table and opened it up, reading over the lunch items. He watched Cate from over the edge of the menu as she tended to her other customers, clearing their empty plates off of the table and refilling their iced teas from a clear plastic pitcher. She made small talk with each and every one of them and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smile when he heard her politely tell the elderly lady that good-looking guy in the blue shirt was just an old friend, and he smiled at them when they eyed him curiously. Cate came back and took his order, still looking none too happy to see him, and he settled with the roast beef special, handing her his menu and watching her as she walked back over to the front counter to ring up the other patron's meals. He couldn't help but wonder just what had happened that she would end up waiting tables. He wasn't going to criticize her for being a waitress, his mom had been one in the very restaurant she was now working in, and that job had kept a roof over his head and food on the table, even if the roof did leak when it would rain and the food was the day's leftovers. Cate spied the black Escalade with California plates parked along the side of the road through the widow as she wiped down the table her last customer's had just vacated. The vehicle was out of place in this part of town but the owner didn't seem to mind, in fact the owner was right back where he belonged. She glanced back over her shoulder at Zeke who had moved to a booth on the other side of the dining room so he could lean back against the wall to straighten his long legs out along the seat, crossing them at the ankles. He was sipping his coffee as he alternated between tapping on the screen of his phone and looking up at her, a smile turning up one corner of his mouth. She hadn't seen a wedding ring on his finger, but that didn't mean anything, a lot of guys didn't wear them. There was just something different about him and it had nothing to do with his luxury vehicle or his short cropped hair or the clothes he was wearing; his troublemaking days were gone and he was now a pillar of his community. Either that or he had shoplifted at Ralph Lauren and stolen the Cadillac. She turned her attention back to the table, scrubbing the invisible piece of dirt off with her sanitizing rag, feeling Zeke's eyes on her from across the dining room. It took a lot of courage for him to come back here, back to a town that he had a reputation in for being nothing but a menace, to come back and face his past, to face her. She still had a love for him; she could feel that knot tighten in her stomach whenever he would look at her. The least she could do was give him another chance, she owed him that much, even if she was just setting herself up for heartbreak. People could change; she had made her own mistakes and was trying to put everything behind her. Zeke had made his fair share over the years and now he was trying to make amends for those misunderstandings; that had to be the reason why he was back in town. She let out a long breath. She would be a fool to allow him another chance and she would be an even bigger fool if she didn't. She heard the bell ding behind the counter as she walked back to get his lunch and the pot of coffee off the warmer. Her smile was a lot warmer as she brought him his meal, carefully setting it down on the table in front of him as he shifted around on the bench to sit up properly. She refilled his mug, this time leaving him enough room to drink, and looked down at him as she reached up to brush a lock of mahogany brown hair back from her face. He had been her knight in denim and leather, been her savior and protector and all those feelings she had for him twenty years ago hit her full-force. When he looked up at her with the hot coffee-brown eyes, she could still see that eighteen year old boy inside him, the one that had stolen her heart and hurt her just the same. But he was older and wiser now, still just as dangerous, still just as enticing. And she still loved him. "We don't close until eight. Are you sure you want to wait around for that long?" Zeke promptly sat his phone down on the table and looked up at her. He couldn't help but notice the change in her tone, she never could stay mad at him, and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smile. She was the only person in Oak Hills that had ever showed any genuine feelings towards him and he knew that deep down inside her heart she still had those feeling for him; he had just shocked the hell out of her by coming back after all these years. He probably should have stayed in touch with her but after the way that he had left she more than likely would have slammed the phone down in his ear, tore up his letters or just reported him to the police since they would have loved to see him behind bars back then. He was still the badass, he just wasn't the troublemaker anymore and he hoped that Cate, of all people, would see that. "Yeah, I don't mind," he said. "I never should have left you here." "You did what you had to do, Zeke. Like you said, the open road was no place for a girl like me," Cate replied as she sat the pot of coffee down on the table and slid onto the seat across from him. She rested her arms on the edge of the table and gazed across the narrow expanse at him, feeling that knot in her stomach tighten even more. She could see it even if no one else could. He had changed physically along with psychologically. The scars were still there, faded and long forgotten, but something had happened to him and she couldn't quite pinpoint it, it was like he was no longer fighting to stay alive and finally at peace with himself. She reached across the table to touch the side of his face that was undoubtedly still burning from her welcoming slap but quickly drew her hand back. "Sorry about slapping you. I was never expecting to see you again and when I did, it just brought up so many memories..." "You did what you had to do, Cate," Zeke said with a smile. He wanted to reach across the table and take hold of her hands, touch her, feel her soft skin under his rough, calloused hands once again, but it would be uncouth to do that at her workplace with her boss eyeing her protectively. God, how he had missed her, missed how she would look at him with those forget-me-not blue eyes when she wasn't walking past him with her nose in the air, missed the way she smelled, missed the feel of her pressed against his back as he tore down the road on his Harley. But most of all he just missed the girl he never had a chance with back then and by the look of despair in her eyes, that girl was long gone. He didn't see a ring on her finger so maybe he still had that chance, but he wasn't going to hold his breath. "I was just glad you didn't pour the coffee over my head." Cate smiled as a laugh started to build up inside of her. She could just picture him soaked to the skin with hot coffee, spitting and sputtering mad at her. Would have served him right and it would have gotten her fired for sure, and she couldn't afford to lose her job. "I thought about it." She heard the bell above the door jingle and she looked over her shoulder as a family of four came in, and she quickly turned her attention back to Zeke. "I gotta get back to work. The dinner crowed is starting to come in." She slid out of the booth and picked up the pot of coffee. "I've missed you, Zeke," she confessed. She gave him one last smile and went back to work, feeling his hot coffee-brown eyes on her the entire time. The Reunion Ellen and Jenny looked up to see a very pretty young girl standing in the doorway. Jenny was introduced to her niece Amy who was asked to fetch the tea and toast from the kitchen. Jenny was beginning to realize that some of what her brother had said was true. His lovely wife was clearly not upset at finding them in bed together, brother and sister naked. Ellen had also not stopped fondling Jenny's breast during the brief introduction. Young Amy soon returned with a tray and everyone was supplied with tea and toast. Jenny was still naked to the waist as was James as they sat up in bed and answered Ellen's questions while having tea. Presently Amy was sent to tell her brother that it was time to bathe. James then threw off his covers and came around the bed to his wife where she sat beside his sister. Both women looked at his well used cock as it swayed and hung down over his full balls. He leaned down and kissed Ellen's lips. Jenny could see the exchange of tongues and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Ellen quite naturally reach out to grasp her husband's cock. She was even more surprised when James stood up and his loving wife held his cock up to her lips and kissed its head before taking the entire length into her mouth. Ellen gave James' cock only one suck popping it out of her mouth with a loud sound of released suction. She smacked her husband's bare bottom and sent him off to start the children in their bath. "Mmm. He tasted good! I'll bet that was you I tasted." Ellen smiled and leaned over to quickly kiss Jenny's lips. "I hope all this isn't too much for you. You do look quite shocked. Or at least uncertain, maybe a little bewildered?" "I just don't know what to think," Jenny stammered, "James told me so many things about how you live and what you do. I wasn't sure if he actually meant it all. I have always been taught that love between us was wrong but it didn't feel wrong." "We have a saying here that we believe is true. Love is never wrong. Some times it is difficult for others from outside to understand. Please forgive me if I offend you but we don't just fuck here. There is a difference between fucking and loving. But loving by fucking and sucking and pleasuring and touching and kissing and all the ways of showing love physically is good. Do you understand what I am tying to say?" Ellen asked. "Yes, I think so. I know I love my brother James and I love to fuck my brother James, more than I have ever loved anyone else. I'm just not sure about the total freedom that he talked about. Do you really share each other so openly? He told me some of the things that you have done together with others. Your family." Jenny looked a little embarrassed. "Are you trying to ask if I fuck my own brother? Yes, and my father and my uncles, and my nephews, and many friends who are not related to me at all. I also love to show my love for my sister and nieces. Some day I will be able to show completely my love for my son and daughter, just as I was shown by my parents." Ellen replied. At that moment James, still nude, came to the door to announce that the bath was ready. Ellen stopped Jenny from gathering up clothing and took her hand and led her through the house. They went out through the kitchen door and across a brick paved area to a side building. It happened so quickly that Jenny had no time to react to being naked outside when they entered the little building. The floor was of smooth bricks and held a pool of water just to her ankles. To her complete surprise hot water was showering down from pipes above to wash over her. James was washing, as were Amy and her brother Andy. Ellen had stopped at the wide doorway and removed her dress and joined her nude family. Jenny noticed that her sister had only a tiny heart shaped patch of dark hair well above her cunt whose bare lips shown clearly. She could tell now that James had the same tiny heart. After the unusual bath everyone dried and dressed and gathered in the parlor where Jenny got to know her niece and nephew and sister just as if they were all at a normal family visit. The rest of the day went much the same as Jenny learned about her new family and her brother's work and before long it seemed as everyone was taking it for granted that Jenny would stay in the Village and use her skills as a seamstress. The only part that reminded her that this was a new kind of place came when Ellen was showing Jenny a dress that had been made for some special occasions. Jenny was uncertain how it was worn until Ellen offered to model it for her. The party dress left Ellen's breasts bare and surrounded by lace. She looked beautiful. Ellen was pleased with Jenny's reaction especially to the panel in the front that could be removed to show Ellen's naked body from the waist down. The two women had a pleasant time imagining further alterations to dresses and this only seemed to confirm that Jenny should stay. After a healthy meal and a cordial evening spent in Ellen's neat garden still sharing experiences, the children were put to bed. The early night had become quiet and cool as Jenny blew out her lamp. There was a light tap at the door and at Jenny's answer Ellen came in. She was nude. "It's time that I welcomed you to my family." she said as she came to Jenny. There was no pause in her steps as she walked up to her sister and covered her mouth with her own. Jenny accepted the offered tongue and the embrace. She felt Ellen's hard nipples through her light chemise and her legs trembled, unsure how to respond to this new sensation. She had never kissed another woman in this manner, certainly not a naked one. The kiss grew more passionate as the two women mashed their breasts together, tongues intertwined, hands running over the others back. Ellen broke the kiss and stepped back. "You won't need this." She said as she as she opened Jenny's chemise and let it fall to the floor. Then she took her husband's sister by the hand and led her naked down the short hall. Candles gave the room a warm glow and a gentle breeze wafted in past the curtains. Ellen guided Jenny to the bed where James lay naked. His cock stood up hard and shiny at the top as he stroked it with one hand. Jenny was placed beside her brother as Ellen joined them on her other side. Soon she was covered in kisses. Lips and tongues wandered over her body and hands caressed and fingers teased. James sucked her tongue from her mouth as he pulled her hard nipples and kneaded her firm breasts. Jenny gasped into her brother's mouth when she felt Ellen's tongue slide into her cunt, licking up her juices and teasing her clitoris. This new sensation of another woman's tongue licking and sucking her cunt brought her to her first flowing orgasm. Ellen sucked and licked until she had gathered all of Jenny's offering into her mouth before she climbed over her naked body to share the bounty with James in a three way tonguing kiss. Jenny lay resting and watched as her brother's wife sucked his cock, seeing how she licked up the shaft gathering the clear oil dripping down and then taking his length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with the strength of sucking as she pulled his juices up from his balls to be swallowed down. Ellen saw in the candle light how intensely Jenny watched and reached out to her and brought her face to her brothers cock. James looked down as his wife fed his cock into his sister's mouth. Then they were taking turn and turn sucking it while the other licked. They both shared clear sweet oily tongues as well as his coated cock, both hefting his full balls. Ellen pushed her husband's legs wide and took his sister's hand from his balls. She sucked one of Jenny's fingers wetting it as much as she could and then guided it to James' bottom hole. Ellen used Jenny's finger like a dildo pushing it in and out of his bottom until Jenny took up the task. Knowing the reward for such attention Ellen surrendered James' cock to Jenny's mouth and wrapped her fingers around its base and began to frig it in earnest. It took very little time for James to come to an erupting orgasm. His hot white cream flooded his sister's sucking mouth as his discharges came faster than her ability to swallow. Ellen quickly lent her tongue to the task of gathering her husband's escaping juices. The two women worked in unison tonguing James' cock and each other's coated mouths. The passion over came Jenny as her sister covered her mouth with her own. Ellen crawled over her husband and mounted his sister's naked body, breast to breast and mouth to mouth. They were soon embracing with such force that neither could hold the other to her any tighter. As they embraced their hands rushed over breasts squeezing and pinching nipples, each would grasp the other's bottom cheeks to force their cunts into harder contact. Ellen pulled Jenny over on top of her and opened her legs wide allowing Jenny to fall between. They soon reached a position in which they could grind their wet cunts together until both screamed out in climax. Strangely the orgasm did not stop them. Ellen rearranged them again by rolling Jenny to the bottom once more. Then she turned about and kneeled over Jenny and buried her face between her opened legs. Jenny again felt her sister's wonderful lips and tongue at her wet cunt. Above her was the bare open lips of her new lover's own cunt. She relied on the lessons being taught to her even then as she pulled Ellen's naked body down to her mouth. The two women shared their flowing juices and tongues caresses as they used fingers to probe into yearning openings. Jenny fingered Ellen's bottom when the same was done to her. She was on the verge of another climatic orgasm when above her face she saw her brother's hard again cock. He offered it to her lips then to his wife's open cunt. He pushed in a stroke or two then taking it out offered to his sister's mouth again. Jenny took up the rhythm and held James' cock guiding it into Ellen's cunt then pulling out and licking both clean of the combined sweetness, over and over. A few minutes of this joint effort and all parties were unable to hold back. James groaned and shot his white cream over his wife's cunt as Jenny had just removed it to suck again. Ellen convulsed in pleasure and collapsed onto Jenny as she felt her husband's emission wash over her own to flowing into his sister's sucking mouth. Jenny too released her own emotion filled orgasm as her mouth filled with James and Ellen's honey like juices. There were screams of passion and pleasure as the three lovers released themselves into each other. They fell into a tangled heap of wet naked bodies that slowly slid around until the three mouths could kiss, sharing the mixed essences and the love. Several times during the night the three lovers would arouse each other and a new arrangement would take place. Ellen witnessed her husband fuck his sister. Jenny was treated to her brother's cock in her cunt and mouth and to her sister's cunt and mouth. She watched as James slowly fed his freshly sucked cock into his wife's willing bottom and then accepted it into her own. Morning came much too early when Jenny's niece and nephew climbed into the bed and woke them all. After the new bathing routine and a healthy breakfast James and Ellen announced that there was yet more to learn about the Village. Jenny was told that this afternoon Ellen's father would be coming for tea. Ellen's mother had died some years before and her father had remarried so this would be her introduction to his new wife as well. She and Ellen spent the morning doing very ordinary things and even made refreshments for tea, although Ellen hinted that there may not be time to enjoy them. Jenny was even more apprehensive at meeting her brother's new family than when she first arrived. Her new knowledge of the practices in the Village having been confirmed all night left her wondering what might happen. Eventually there was a knock at the door. James and his family and Jenny were sitting in the parlor and Ellen went to answer the knock. Jenny could hear pleasant voices and conversation as Ellen welcomed her father and stepmother. She was totally unprepared when the couple came into the parlor with Ellen. Ellen and James both had huge smiles as they turned to Jenny. "Jenny, I would love for you to meet my father Amos and his wife Mary," Ellen laughed, "who as you can see is your mother." Jenny felt faint and almost could not get to her feet to greet this astounding new revelation. Her mother rushed to her quickly, embracing her tightly, covering her tear streaked cheeks with kisses. The others stood back and allowed the mother and daughter to calm them selves and come to terms with the strange reunion. Eventually Jenny and her mother were seated. James joined them sitting at his mother's other side. They each stumbled over the other's attempts at explanations until finally James undertook to confess to his bewildered sister how it all had come to pass. Their mother sat between them with a hand on James and Jenny's thigh. James explained that he had of course ran home when he had jumped from father's buggy. He confessed that all those years ago when he and Jenny had been experimenting in the barn, he had been passing on the lessons that their mother had been teaching him. They had over the years tried vainly to find Jenny. When James had met Ellen and fallen in love, they had shared their pasts and he had been invited to come to the Village to live and work for Ellen's father. James and his mother had continued their loving practices and when he had discovered the Village it had seemed to be the perfect place for them. He had married Ellen and soon after that Amos had asked their mother to marry him and completely join their families. "But that means that you and mother were…" Jenny stammered. "Yes, dear," mother Mary interjected "James and I have been making love for many years. I had not thought to include you until your father had found the two of you in the barn. I hadn't any experience with other girls. James hadn't told me that he was including you but after you were taken away it was too late. I'm afraid that this has been all my fault." "No, not at all!" James added, kissing Mary's cheek. "If anyone is to blame it is I, but that is all over and done with now. Now we are all together again and we can do as we please. And I please to love my mother and my sister and include them in my love for my family." Mary turned to her son and offered her lips to his. As they kissed the hand she had resting on his thigh moved up to grasp his cock through his trousers. "And I am pleased to be loved by you, my son. How wonderful it is now that you have found your sister," she said as she turned her face to Jenny, "please say that you will stay here and join us. Let us be a complete family again." "Oh, mother I love you so! I missed you so much!" Jenny cried as she too kissed her mother's cheek. Mary lifted her hand from Jenny's thigh and cupped her daughter's chin and brought her lips to her own. Their kiss grew more passionate amid the tears, each opened to the other's tongue. Presently the kiss broke and Jenny looked down to see that her mother had removed her brother's hard cock from his open pants and was stroking its wet length. She felt her mother's hand then on the back of her neck and realized what she was being asked to do. Jenny leaned across her mother's lap and lowered her open mouth down over her brother's cock. She felt the hot shaft slide over her tongue and almost in to her throat. Her mother's hand still held the dripping cock and milked its length bringing sweet oil flowing from the tip. Jenny sucked with hollowed cheeks drawing out James juices. She felt hands on her clothing as the buttons of her bodice were opened and her skirts raised. Cool air washed over her bottom as she lifted up to kneel on the cushions. "Oh, love, how delightful!" Jenny heard her mother say softly. "You've left off your drawers. You should never were knickers now." She chuckled as she began to caress her daughter's bare bottom. Mary explored Jenny's bottom and soon found her wet cunt. She stroked the open lips and pressed the hard little clitoris hidden there. Her fingers were soon wet with Jenny's emissions. "Jenny, sis, now!" James stammered as his cock erupted into his sister's sucking mouth. His hot juices shot out over her tongue and down her throat. Jenny lifted up so that she could collect her brother's sweet cream and tried to hold as much in her mouth as she could until she felt his spasms die. She then raised up off his wet coated cock and quickly found Mary's waiting lips. Mother and daughter shared the son's sweet cream then in a prolonged kiss. Mary held her reunited son and daughter to her as they both calmed down from the excitement of the moment, each kissed her wet lips and face. She continued to stroke Jenny's bare bottom, her fingers covered with the clear nectar of Jenny's own orgasm. Ellen gathered Amy and Andy up and told them it was time for them to bed and led them off. When she returned from her motherly duties she found that Mary was still attending to hers. During her absence Mary and her son and daughter had removed their clothing and were now naked for each other. Jenny lay on the rug and James was between her open thighs. His renewed cock was sliding in and out of her wet cunt as Mary held her daughter's cunt lips open. Jenny and her mother kissed as she cupped and kneaded Mary's breasts, tweaking the hard nipples. Mary would often bring her juice covered fingers from her son's fucking cock to spread the wetness on her daughter's hard nipples so that she could lick them clean, or to cover her own red nipples for Jenny to suck away. Ellen saw that the reunion was having its effect on her father as well. He too had become naked and sat across from the fucking three on the rug. His legs were spread wide and his cock was in his hand as he stroked it while he watched. Ellen quickly removed her simple dress and tossed it on the pile having grown by the door. She knelt between her father's legs and replaced his hand with her mouth. He continued to enjoy the sight of his wife and her children as they fucked each other and the wonderful sensation of his daughter's mouth sucking his cock. The scene changed frequently as the three lovers moved around to new combinations. James fucked his sister, then his mother. He was sucked as he sucked one or the other's flowing cunt. He filled his sister's sucking mouth with his white cream as he also filled her cunt and bottom. Mary tried not to interfere with the brother and sister reunion but still had her share of hard cock in her cunt and bottom and mouth, as well as two very sweet tongues in her mouth and cunt. She had shared sweet clear nectar from her daughter's filled cunt and hot cream from her son's cock. At some time during the night the three lovers noticed that Ellen and her father were fucking and sucking along beside them. They were of course invited to join. Ellen's father then had the honor of fucking his daughter, who was also his stepdaughter. James made love with his mother and his sister and his wife, who was also his stepsister. Mary enjoyed the attention of her own children as well as that of her husband and her stepdaughter. They were indeed a complete family. Morning found the family of lovers spread over the parlor, naked and spent. Each had given up so much essence that they were parched. They finally roused enough to follow one another out to the bath where they assisted each other in washing and then retired to the kitchen, where still nude they all helped to prepare breakfast. After they were joined by Andy and his sister everyone dressed, and Mary and Amos kissed everyone around and went to their home to rest. Jenny was invited to join them soon where she was to meet the rest of the family, Ellen's brother and his wife and children, as well as her sister's family. James had told her of his adventures with them and Jenny could barely imagine. Fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, all together in the same place, each fucking and loving the others. The Reunion Over the next days Jenny became acquainted with the Village and its many good citizens. She met several of her sister/step sister's friends and spent a pleasant afternoon discussing the possibility of Jenny opening a seamstress shop to design and make new party dresses for the Village women. It had become quite a new fashion for the women to display themselves in outlandishly lavish dresses that left most of their charms naked and open to view and touch. Jenny accepted this welcome new openness with good humor. The women showed no qualms about being naked or talking about the wonderfully fulfilling love they received from friends and family. A party was held at her mother's large home one evening where Jenny was introduced to Ellen's brother and sister and their spouses and children. Also there were new friends including the local pastor and his family, as well as close friends of James and Ellen. By the end of the evening the house was full of naked people each giving and receiving pleasure. There were combinations of three and four lovers with the players often exchanging positions or even changing participants. Watchers pleasured them selves or a partner. Jenny was of course the center of attention for many of the circles. The next morning she could hardly believe that she had taken so many cocks, sometimes three at a time. She had become accomplished at tonguing cunts and enjoyed it as much as the hard cocks. The most striking moment of the evening had been the first pairings as they were called. A Village tradition held that the first couplings were for family. She had been fucked by her brother as every one watched, even as they were doing the same all around her. Jenny announced her decision to remain in the Village on the morning of the celebration of Founder's Day. The family had awakened early and bathed and prepared a large basket of food and drink. The picnic was packed into the carriage with several blankets and throws. By this time Jenny was prepared for the uniqueness of this day. All of the family remained nude, as they would be for the entire day. Andy and his sister had decorated their ponies with colorful ribbons and wore ribbons tied on their arms, as they were to compete in a race around the Village green. Jenny had been told that the day would be spent in contests and food and drink and love. The Village green would be a vast gathering of fucking loving families in the bright sunshine. As they rode through the Village, they were joined by many others, families and couples and individuals. Every one was nude and smiling and happy. Jenny could see all the bouncing hard cocks and jiggling breasts. Her newly shaved cunt with its tiny heart of hair was wet already in anticipation of what the day would bring, the sights she would see and the love she would share with as many others as she wished. The day was bright with sunshine and pleasure. Jenny felt truly reunited, not just with her actual family but with all of the families of the Village. She had at last arrived home. The Reunion This story was written from the heart, inspired by the rekindling of an lost friendship. It does not have my usual edge. The use of the word 'Daddy' is for fantasy only and in no way reflects any actual incestuous relationship. * * * * * The Reunion Jamie sat in his kitchen, studying the woman across from him. He squinted through the smoke from his pipe and, for a moment, saw her as she had been when they met. He smiled at the memory. She had been 19, he 35. Neither had believed the other could be interested in themselves. Yet they were. Then she had been young, pretty and immature. Now she was older, wiser and definitely beautiful. In 2004, when he had last seen her, she had been…well, a little on the too heavy side. Now, 4 years later, she was toned, slimmer, but still definitely WOMAN. Her feet were propped on his chair, between his legs. Her toes were stroking his massive cock and driving him crazy. He leaned over and cupped her calves in his big hands just below her knees and slowly slid them down to her ankles. “mmmm yes, little mama, your skin sure is soft. I love it.” She smiled and pressed her foot harder against his cock, “Thank you. I try.” He leaned over and stroked her lower thighs, she parted them enough for his fingers to slip between them. She smiled softly and moaned. His touch electrified her, it always had. She wanted to rip his clothes off, wrap herself around him and fuck him till they both passed out. But, she wanted to do this right. She had much to make up for. So she had dressed carefully. She was wearing a loose cotton dress with a light floral print. Her legs were bare, as were her shoulders and arms. Her hair was in a braid that reached half way down her back. Her hair, once such a dark brown, now had streaks of silver in it. Under her dress was a surprise. She stood and stepped over to him, she leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Daddy, i want to make love to You, please.” She kissed the top of his head and stepped back a little. Jamie shot to his feet and pulled her to him for a hard kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth as he tried to wrap her hair around one hand. He grunted in frustration and yanked the elastic off. He untangled the braid then wrapped her hair around his hand. He pulled her head back. As he sucked her lower lip into his mouth and practically devoured her mouth she slid her hands under his shirt and ran her hands through the thick hair on his chest. At the feel of that hair and the soft skin underneath she groaned. She ripped her mouth from his. “Please! Now Jamie, please.” She begged him softly. “I’ve missed you so much.” She pleaded with him to take her. Her hands fumbled at the buckle on his shorts. She pushed his clothing to the floor and followed it down. She wrapped her lips around his cock. They both moaned, she from the sheer satisfaction at tasting him again and he from the sheer heat of her mouth. His hands moved to her head, holding her hair back, pushing her further down his cock. He encouraged her verbally, telling her what he wanted. His hips bucked as his orgasm approached and he tried to stop her. She wrapped her arms around his legs and forced him to stay in her mouth. “Baby, stop, I’m going to cum, stop!” His pleas turned to moans. His cock exploded, dumping his huge load down her throat. He gasped as her tongue deftly cleaned him. Alicia rocked back on her heels and looked up at him with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. “Well, my love, now we can take it slow. Rediscover each other.” He smiled down at her and held out his hand. When she was standing he unbuttoned her dress and pushed it to the floor. He gasped in surprise and she laughed, did a slow turn so he could see. “Wow, mama.” She was wearing a leather corset. Her breasts were bound tight, causing an impressive cleavage. Her waist was cinched. The deep brown leather laced up at the front and zipped at the back. Little bits of skin were visible through the laces. A small leather thong completed the outfit. He loved it. He wanted it on the floor beside his bed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall to his room. She grinned and lightly smacked his bum. “Hey now!” “Sorry,” she said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “I just couldn’t help it.” He smiled. He’d been considering the spanking thing since they’d talked about it some years before. She’d just given him the excuse he wanted. She was surprised to see his room. One set of shelves was gone. In its place was a big wooden chair that appeared to be made specifically for Jamie. Beside the chair was a small table that held his alarm clock, a couple of candles and a tube of KY. Jamie noticed Alicia’s surprise. He shrugged, “I got tired of the clutter in my bedroom.” He sat down in the chair, pulling her to him. “You’ve been a bad girl, little Alicia, very bad. Tell your Daddy the truth and maybe it’ll be easier on you.” Alicia tilted her head to one side while she considered this new game. She decided to see how far it would go. She put her finger in her mouth and let her eyes dart away, the very picture of a not so innocent little girl. “Why Daddy! How could you say such a thing? I’m a good girl.” Jamie tried hard not to grin and put a frown on his face instead. He looked her up and down. “You’re dressed to tease Daddy. Little girls shouldn’t tease.” She placed a foot on the edge of his chair and leaned over to rub her ankle, giving him a view of her rather impressive cleavage. She pouted, “But Daddy! I would never do that.” He reached over and undid the laces and pulled the corset apart. Alicia shimmied a little and it slid down her body to the floor. She pretended to be shocked. “What are you doing?” She covered her breasts with her hands. He pulled her closer and clamped his knees around her. He stroked her skin. “Little girl, you need a lesson in proper behaviour.” Quick as a wink he had her stretched across his lap, ass in the air. With one big hand on the back of her neck he held her down. She struggled briefly but he suspected it was for show. Unable to resist the lure of her silky skin he ran his free hand down her back. He caressed every inch of her until he felt her relax. Then he gave her one sharp, hard smack on her rear. She yelped in surprise more than pain. “Ouch!” “Shhhh baby, we don’t want the neighbours to hear. Not another sound!” Alicia nodded, biting her lip, “Yes Daddy.” Jamie delivered several more hard smacks. He was surprised to find it turned him on. Her ass was turning a bright red and becoming hot. He decided to see how far this could go. He continued spanking the wriggling bum. At first Alicia was loving it. Just being with this man was enough to make her happy. But to have him assume a Dominant role and be spanking her! She was ecstatic. She moaned and wriggled her way through the first 15 blows. They had started to hurt at about number 7 but she loved a good spanking. At 15 her ass was starting to burn and se could feel every millimeter of that big, strong hand every time it landed. By 20 she was starting to cry. At 25 she was fighting not to cover herself with her hands. My God he had such strong hands! He was telling her what a bad girl she’d been. At 30 she started to babble apologies and for him to stop spanking her. His cock was throbbing, aching to be inside her. Jamie pushed her gently off his lap and stood her between his knees. He hugged her and kissed her tears away. “You’ll be my good girl now, won’t you?” She sniffled, nodded, “Yes Sir.” He slid his hands over her and between her legs. She was soaked. He pulled the thong off, pushing it to the floor. She stepped out of it while he played with her pussy. He slipped his fingers through the slickness. Jamie pinched her clit and she gasped, her knees giving way with the force of the pleasure. He held her up with the hand on her cunt. Her hands on his shoulders tightened as he continued to pinch and rub her clit. She came very quickly, her cum soaking his fingers before she slid to the floor with the force of the orgasm. Alicia found herself eye to...ahh...eye with her favourite cock in all the world. She smiled, of course she loved every inch of this man and these inches were among the best...after his eyes, his mouth, his shoulders, his hands...She licked her lips hungrily and leaned forward. Her hot mouth took in as much as she could handle and sucked on him. She wrapped one hand around the base and slid her mouth off of him. She nibbled down the length of it and his hands went to her head. He guided her back to the tip, “Bite it baby, big bites, the way I like it.” Alicia set about devouring his cock. She bit the head hard and treated the rest like glass. He groaned. He allowed her to continue, enjoying it thoroughly, for a few more minutes. Then he removed his cock from her mouth. She whimpered in disappointment. He put her on the bed and knelt between her legs. He put a little KY on her. It had been 4 years since the last time they’d seen each other and she’d always been tight around his cock. He slid in his cock in a couple of inches. Her hips bucked, trying to get more of him in. He grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders. He leaned forward and started moving. Short thrusts, no more than 3 inches of his 10, so short they drove her mad. Alicia gasped and moaned as his thick cock stretched her. The head was scraping against her g-spot and she was building closer to another orgasm already. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Jamie pinched a nipple. “Look at me little girl.” She pried her eyes open and grinned at him. She reached up to rub his chest. How she loved the feel of him. “Who do you belong to?” He ground the question out between clenched teeth as he slammed into her, filling her completely. Before she could answer he moved back to the short strokes. Alicia gasped in surprise then moaned, “Please Jamie! Please, fuck me.” He asked again, “Who do you belong to?” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust. She was writhing in desperate pleasure. “You! Only You!” “Good girl.” He loved her with his cock, long, slow strokes that drove her mad. He bit her lower lip hard then soothed her with soul wrenching kisses. Suddenly he pulled back and moved into the short strokes again, rubbing her g-spot. An orgasm ripped through her and she almost cried at the force of it. She pulled at him, wanting him, needing him closer. “Whose cock is going to be the only one you feel again?” he slammed home, creating an incredible combination of pain and pleasure within her. Alicia’s head whipped back and forth with her need for him. “You! Oh baby, only your cock!” He loved her again, biting her neck and sending new spasms of pleasure through her. He whispered one final question into her ear. “Who will you love for the rest of your life?” His hot breath in her ear triggered another orgasm. When she could speak again she answered him with all her heart, “You Jamie, only you. My Big Daddy, my only love.” He hugged her tight before slipping away from her. He flipped her over to her hands and knees. She immediately lowered her head and shoulders to the bed, raising her ass and pussy. He moaned as he slid back in. She gasped then groaned as he reached deeper than she thought he could go. Slowly at first, but picking up speed, he fucked her. He was slamming into her, pressing her to the bed when he shouted, “Oh baby, I’m going to cum!” Alicia squeezed her cunt around him and cried out encouragement, “Oh yes! Please Jamie give it to me.” Her voice lowered to a throaty growl, “Cum for me baby, fill me.” Jamie dug his fingers into her hips and slammed in as deep a he could before his balls emptied into her. Sweat dripped from him onto his back like a rainfall. Two more shuddering thrusts into her orgasmic, spasming pussy and he was done. He groaned as she gripped his sensitive cock. Leaning over, he pressed his back to hers and pulled them down till they were spooning. She sighed happily at the feel of his broad, hairy chest against her back. “I love you, little Alicia, very much.” “Oh Jamie, that makes me happier than you’ll ever know.” She smiled and kissed his palm. She fell asleep a short while later, knowing she was home at last. The Reunion I feel like a kid on his first date! It has been so long since we have spoken that I feel as if we must almost start out all over again. So, in order to renew myself with the love of my life, I order 11 long stem red roses from the florist to be delivered as soon as your hubby leaves on his extended business trip; I have my sources and have learned he will be gone for a week and a half. Included with the roses is only a cryptic note: 'Wait for the last one!' You open the door to the ringing of the florist and, as I watch from my car down the street a ways, I see the questioning look on your face as you sign for them with a crooked smile - the one I have always loved! - And step back inside. I was just able to spot that you were wearing the floor length silk robe with the zipper to the waist and the high neckline. Very discrete yet enticing! As I watch through your kitchen window, I can see you placing the roses into a large crystal vase and then, after counting them twice to make sure you weren't in error, you read the card. As you were shaking your head at the mystery, I slipped out of the car and walked nervously up to your front door; what would be your reaction in seeing me after so long an absence? I rang the doorbell and stood there, shaking slightly. You opened the door and I reached out with the 12th - and the most beautiful - full in bloom deep red rose with a shaking hand. Your eyes rose from the rose then to my face and as you recognized me - I have lost a fair amount of weight with the illness and my hair and beard are a little whiter and much shorter than you remember - and you smiled widely. I feel like I am home again! I step inside to your open arms, kicking the door closed behind me. We hold each other so tightly I can scarce breath (and could almost die with happiness to be in your arms again, my darling. It has just seemed so long! We walk - still wrapped in each other's arms - into the kitchen to place the rose with the others and then into the living room where we cuddle into each other and share the stories of what has been going on in our respective lives during our separation. Finally caught up, you stand and take my hand in yours, draw me to my feet and lead me to the bedroom. Once there, in the soft light coming through the drawn drapes, your gaze into my eyes as you reach for the zipper at your neckline and slowly pull it down to your waist; as it goes downwards, I can't take my eyes from the slowing appearing silky skin of your neck, cleavage and the sides of each of your pert upright breasts! You shrug your shoulders and, with a rustling sound, the silk slides down your body to pool at your feet to be kicked aside. My god! You are so beautiful my throat constricts and tears well in my eyes! How can any man be faced with such a goddess and manage to survive - I could die right now a man truly blessed! You smile sweetly and come towards me on soft padded feet. Your arms wrap around my neck and you rise on tiptoe to kiss me gently on the lips and then you move your honey-flavoured lips to my ear and whisper, "You are home with me, my darling! Let me undress you and make slow enduring love with you?" Almost unable to respond - I am so overwhelmed - I simply nod and you kneel before me to remove my loafer and socks. Rising, you start to unbutton my shirt and slide it down my arms as you trail a line of gentle kisses over my chest, lingering at each nipple to tease until they grow hard with desire! Your hands slip to my belt and zipper and you again stop to pull my slacks and my briefs to my ankles and off my bare feet. My semi flaccid cock jerks upwards as it hardens in the open air and you reach up and as you stand, you grasp it - now fully rigid - and lead me to our love bed! We lay down side-by-side facing each other and pull our bodies so close that my cock is resting between your slick vulva lips as your legs encase it. I can feel the hard bullets of your nipples pressing into my chest as we begin our favourite pastime - the foreplay of kissing and smelling each other's skin over and over. We kiss unceasingly- I am sure that it was for at least and hour - while we slowly rock our hips together. My cock is sliding over your open wet pussy and exciting your clit to its fully engorged state. I am streaming precum and it lubing your ass cheeks and thighs as well as my shaft - mingling with your own juices! We are moaning into each other's mouths as the intensity and closeness of our orgasms peak and finally, with one slight adjustment, my cock buries itself into you while our bodies remain tightly intertwined lying face to face. We never stop kissing and crying out our love for each other as the speed of our movements increase. Our lower bodies grinds against one another until we can hold off no longer! With a final cry of release, we cum together with a fierceness that is born of mutual longing and desperation! We have been apart too long, my darling! The Reunion Author's note: NOTE: The subjects of this story when they first met were legally minors, under 18, however this story does not cover any sexual activity during that time (mainly because there wasn't any!). The time frame of this story is when both parties would be in their early 50s. Therefore there is no minor sex in this story. While this story is not real, it is about real people and real prior happenings, the memories they bring up and the history is real, but meeting and everything else is not. The names are changed, both have been changed to middle names. While I have no idea how the woman of my story would take the story I believe there is enough in the story to identify both parties. This is a hypothesis of one possibility of what could happen should they ever meet, but of course anything is possible and maybe even some that would not be as pleasant as this, but it was a thought, one of many I've had, should this meet ever occur.) It was a day that I just needed to get away and take a break. It wasn't really a bad day, I was just not too much interested in finding out why this particular program didn't want to work! It was too nice a day and my mind was wandering! When this happens, I decide this is the time to do those errands that I put off because at that time they are more of an interruption and I'll lose my train of thought. Well today I kind of wanted to lose my train of thought. It just so happened I had used up the last of my planner, and I had been back to post-um notes again. The instructor who introduced us to this particular planner would be very disappointed in me, for sure! So I knew this may be just the time to go and run to the mall and pick up a new refill. The mall is of course in the middle of the city, right next to a large lake that also happens to have a nice park by it. So I figured maybe I'd get the refill then go out and get some lunch and eat it by the side of the lake. So I sent out all the pertinent messages; "I'll be out getting something for work, be back as soon as possible, expect me when it starts to rain again!" And off I went. This mall is huge, but it has almost everything in it, plus you can even get a good amount of exercise in it since it is so huge. And I thought a walk might be nice also. I went in, the store I needed was on the third floor, so I walked in and took a series of escalators up to the floor I wanted. I went into the office supply store, and got what I needed. I came out and was immediately hit by the scent of fresh roasting coffee. Looking towards the source I discovered a gourmet coffee shop. "Perfect" I thought and I strolled on over. I ordered a Café Vienna (with cinnamon) and an almond crescent. Looking around I noticed a nice table out of the main traffic of the aisle, but yet still close enough to watch people, a favorite pastime of mine. I moved to the table and was about to sit down while looking towards aisle I would be facing. Coming out of a clothing store about 5 doors down I recognized her immediately. It had been around 25 or 30 years since I had seen her. It isn't that I am vague about the time because I can't remember when, it's about a similar meeting only that never went very far. Marie and I dated for only 6 months in my senior year of high school, yet the effect of those brief 6 months would live with me for many years. She was my first true love, and I feel head over heals for her, holding no caution or worry that I might get hurt, just kind of assuming that we would always be together, for it felt so good to be with her. I remember the first few times seeing her, I was immediately attracted to her She was not too tall, just 5' 1", long dark, and thick hair. She had brilliant blue eyes that really seemed to stand out. Her eyes had a lot to do with captivating me, I'm sure. However she also had a very attractive figure that a guy of 17 would be sure to notice. I pestered her for a long time before she finally broke down and went out with me, but when we did I think we both felt attracted to each other. I got to know her family real well, she was one of a very large family, as was I. She also had a couple of cousins who lived with her. I knew her cousin first as he was an acquaintance from school and some activities I was in then. Near the end of those 6 months her family moved away, about 30 or 40 miles from where I lived. I did not have a car, nor did she, so it was a significant move. Using my parents car, I still drove up to see her at least once a week. However that is when things started to change. Some people started to joke with her about how attached she was to me, and I don't know if it was to prove them wrong or what but it was the first sign that things may not work out so well. Eventually she broke it off. I really must say that the way I was at the time, extremely self-conscious and having no confidence did not help. I was afraid to meet her new friends for fear that she'd realize she was going out with a jerk. Which when I look back, I now know she was going out with a jerk, but no sense in describing how much of one, better to get on with the story. Well at the end of the summer that was the last I saw of her. Or almost. One other time about a year later I saw her with a girl friend while I was walking with who would one day be my wife and we said hi, but nothing else. Another time maybe 3 or 4 years later I was shopping during my lunch hour at a store that was near where I know she had relatives. But she had a cousin who looked almost just like her. I was shopping and this bin had a bunch of stuff in it. This girl came over to me and gave me a coupon and said "maybe you can use this". It wasn't any secret signal or anything, she just seemed to be nice, but I thought it probably might have been her, although I had expected if it was she would have said something more than that, and this person didn't, so I figured it must have been her cousin, but there was always a bit of doubt, that maybe it was her but she really didn't know what to say. No matter what the case was, this time I was sure it was her, and it had been many years. Just about the same time I saw her she looked up, glanced along one or two storefronts and then looked straight at me. I could see a confused look appear on her face, and change to a hint of a smile. I stood back up straight again, and walked out into the aisle as I could see she was coming to meet me. "Joe? Is that you?" she said. I replied "I think so Marie! Last I checked anyway". She laughed but had a bit of a surprised look on her face. The fact was that when we went out I was so self conscious I rarely joked and if I did usually blew it and either the joke wasn't funny anyway or it got lost in the delivery. I had changed a lot, I knew it but certainly did not think of it at the time. She came up to me and both of us instinctively put our arms up to give each other a hug. I think we both realized that something just happened that neither of us expected. The fact of the matter is I thought of this moment many times but I never knew how I would react. I never knew if I'd fall at her knees and beg her to take me back (yeah right after 30 years!), or if perhaps the anger that I had held all those years would re-surface even though I thought I was long past that. I knew that there still was a little bit of hurt, and I knew that there was always hope. I also knew that no matter what would ever happen there would always be a place for her in my heart. However a relapse of anger is probably always a possibility. But apparently my heart and mind didn't care, they were glad to see her, so up go the arms and a rush to embrace. We both stood back and looked at each other. I knew I liked what I saw and I'm pretty sure that she liked what she saw. It was a comforting feeling to know that we were both glad to see each other. "I was just sitting down to have a cup of coffee, would you like to join me?" I asked. She said "sure". I asked her what she would want and she said "surprise me! get what you are having it looks and smells good". I went up and ordered another and brought it to the table. "I can't believe it's you" we both said at the same time. "Funny I have thought of seeing you so many times, and yet I never have, I really thought maybe you had moved out of the area. But it's so great to see you" I said. "I know I do not come down this way much, I don't really live that close, I live quite far up north and only get to come down this way once in a while" she said. "Well I don't that much either too, in fact I rather don't like the city much. I actually live in the country now, out near where I used to have to pass to go to your house when you were living with your parents. I don't remember if you remember how much I loved where your family moved to, but I was quite envious, in fact really wasn't thinking all that much of what it would mean, not that I ever thought things out too well" I said. "I do remember that" she said, "and at the time I hated it, it seemed so far from civilization". "That is what I loved about it, the fact you could see a thousand stars in the sky at night, and the fact it was so far from civilization. With where I live now, I go out in my yard at night at times and I look up in the sky and I can't help but think of your parents house, except that even though I am in the country, I can never see as many stars" I said. "So how has life treated you" I asked. "Not bad" she said, "I have a couple of nice kids and a nice home, I'm really pretty happy. How about you?" "I have a daughter who has special needs but she is very sweet, and she is really very funny, in fact her name is Marie too" I replied. "So what do you do?" I asked. "Well currently I'm just kind of taking it easy, I've done a number of things, as well as spent some time with my kids growing up, how about you?" she asked. "Well currently I work in computers at that huge University that my father used to joke about owning half the city. Of course he was right! But I like working there, I like working around so many different people. However it was a while getting to that spot, I have worked in a factory and then for 7 years we moved South. We really did not care for it though, the weather was much different than what we thought and the entire culture was so much different, you really felt out of place" I said. We then talked about our families and a little bit of what each of us had done in all those years. I noticed though that neither of us spoke too much of our marriages or our partners. But we talked about our kids, and a bit about how things are going in the world and what we felt about them. It was funny really because we did not talk that much about things like that 30 years ago. Both of us had lost a few loved ones, both had people who moved away, that we really wished hadn't yet we both were doing well. Just about this time our coffee was running out. It was also getting later and the mall was getting louder and louder as time went on to the point where we were having trouble hearing each other. "Do you have anywhere to go? Could you perhaps go out to a park somewhere with me and we could continue our talk, and maybe even hear each other? What do you think?" I asked. She hesitated a bit but then smiled and said "yes that would be nice". "You follow me in your car and we'll meet up in the park, it will be that one by the lake if you know where I mean, if not I'll just try to go slow so you can follow me" I said. "Ok" she said as she headed to her car. Both of us went to our cars. As I pulled out I was a little afraid that she would just turn off somewhere and that would be the last I would see her, but as I pulled into the parking lot for the park, I saw her pull in right behind me. We had pulled into the park, and she pulled in right next to me. By this time, I had gotten out and managed to walk around and meet her by the driver's side door. As she shut off her car, she looked up and smiled that smile I had missed so much. The park is on a place where the lake joins a canal that feeds it, and it's quite a scenic park for being right inside the city. So we walked out to a table that was almost to the peak but also kind of sheltered by a few willow trees. "Funny isn't it, when we lived here we never really came here together, now neither of us live too near here and we come here" I said. "Well back then this lake was known mostly as a big make out place, plus by the time it would have been bright enough later in the day my parents had moved, and that kind of put an end to the possibility, didn't it" she replied with a rather wistful expression on her face. As it does with most people I love, the wistfulness brought on a certain feeling of caring with me towards her, kind of like the feeling that you want to make everything right, although we both knew that too much had happened to really make verything right. All we could do was start anew, keeping the memories of the best times we shared and chalking up the worst times to a learning experience, even though it truly cut a bit deeper than that. "I like how you've aged" she said to me, I laughed and she said "No, I really, I mean it, your beard, your gold wire rims, you look quite nice and intelligent, and I can see the caring that was always in your eyes." I didn't know quite what to say to that, so I said "you still look as beautiful as you did back in high school, your eyes still have that magic, you still seem to have an inner energy and age has only made you more beautiful". She blushed and laughed and said "You always had a way of making me feel like I was adored". "Well that's about it" I said, "I loved your looks and beauty from the minute I saw you, and then when I got to know you, I just went head over heals, you have that power over me". We were sitting close to each other overlooking the water. Down a ways from us we both noticed at once a young couple who seemed to be enjoying each other's company and almost completely unaware of anyone or anything around them. After watching them, we both looked at each other and I imagine my own expression was probably a mirror of hers. We both laughed, I said "are you thinking the same thing I am?" "Do you mean that at one time, quite a while back we were like them?" "Exactly" I said. We sat quietly watching the young couple and it seemed to me that she was thinking fondly of the memories as much as I was. She turned to me and looked me in the eyes "you know that was nice, it was fun, the kissing part and it was a glorious feeling to feel so wanted and loved, its strange how as you get older and your life takes a different path that you seem to lose a part of the wonder of love at that age. Your love is deeper in many ways, yet it is a very different feeling." "You feel like you kind of miss that time too, you want it with your present life, but you've experienced so many other things, many very difficult and painful, and some maybe more wondrous, yet none the same, so you wind up missing it". She leaned in to me, "I'm sorry" she whispered very quietly. "Me too" I said, because I know that in reality even though she broke it off, we were not ready for that at the time. "It's really too bad we hadn't met maybe 3 years later, I think that our lives could have been so much different, and yet I'm sure you are like me, I wouldn't give up my children for anything, and our spouses certainly were instrumental in that and the way our kids grew up" I said. She looked up into my eyes, she was always shorter than I so I knew the look well. It spoke to me of a longing and a love that I don't think either of us have tasted since those 30 years past. I could tell by the way she was looking at me that a kiss would seal the moment, I leaned closer to her, slowly making sure that if I was wrong she had the opportunity to back out, but instead she moved towards me and our lips met for the first time in 30 years. In my head and heart emotions burst forth that had lied dormant for 30 years. I placed my arms around her at the same time that her arms encircled me. We kissed briefly then she moved and rested her head against my chest as I rested my head against the top of her head. Her hair felt the same and still seemed to smell the same as it had 30 years ago. "That was nice, you know you always had a comfortable shoulder" she said. "And I always loved it when you did and I love the feeling of your hair against my face" I replied. We both moved towards each other for another kiss that deepened as though we couldn't break it if we wanted. Finally we came up for air, "I never knew how much I missed you" she said. "I wish that certain things would not get in your head and screw things up. I remember when my mother had said to me how I couldn't live without you and I felt so defiant, like I had to prove that I could. I have no idea why, but it was really what ruined everything. She meant it lovingly, I could tell that. She liked the idea of us being together, that she saw our love and she knew the value and comfort of it, but some damn stubborn thing had to get into my head. Listen to me, I don't even swear!" I really didn't have a reply to that, although I guess I know how it felt, I've certainly had times myself that I've thought things that would completely screw my life up and then it becomes an obsession to you. We kissed again and as we let it prolong, I felt I wanted it to go so much further. We were kissing, and being in public I really didn't want to embarrass her by roving hands, but to my surprise she took my hand and guided it to her breast under her coat. We kissed for a long time and then we finally broke apart. "let's pretend we are husband and wife and that we're traveling" she said. "and we really need some rest, right?" I asked. "Close enough" she said. We went back to the cars and we decided to take my car, no one would have any problem with her car being left there as many people jogged here, so there were always a bunch of cars with no one in them and far too few people in the picnic area. I knew of a motel not far from there and we pulled in, we both went in together. We signed the registry as husband and wife. The check in clerk looked at us and asked "trouble at home?" Then it occurred to me that he saw from our identification that we were local. "Yes plumbing is backed up and they aren't going to be able to fix it until tomorrow" I said. "So you want it tonight only probably" he said. "yes that should be enough, if not we'll come up and sign in for another day". He gave us the keys, we left. When we got out she let out a small laugh "Plumbing backed up huh?" "Well lets just say it's been backed up for 30 years!" I replied laughing. We went into the room and immediately fell into another embrace. I broke us apart and said, "I've waited for 30 years for this, may I undress you?" She shook her head yes, slightly embarrassed by my request, but she came over and stood in front of me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She was wearing a white blouse and a dark form fitting skirt. I undid each button on her blouse until it opened to show an off-white lace bra against her pale skin. "You know, I knew you'd be beautiful, but I never quite knew how beautiful you are" I said. I ran my hands up her sides, around her, hugged her to me, then while kissing her ran my hand over her breasts, still covered by the lace bra. I ran my fingers towards the top of the bra, feeling the softness of her skin and the slow rising and falling of her breast against my hand. I kissed her softly in the recess between her breasts and heard her catch her breath. The Reunion The invitation to your high school 10th reunion arrived in the mail today and you were excited when I got home from work because you really wanted to go. When we checked the date, it appeared that the weekend in question - about a month away - was clear so you immediately called the RRSP number on the invitation to tell them that you would be there with me as your guest. We made arrangements with your sister to take care of the baby and I went online to arrange a flight and hotel rooms where the reunion would be held. Although they had arranged a block of reasonably priced rooms for the alumni attending, I decided to make this a special escape for us and booked a suite instead. I also decided not to tell you in advance but to make it a surprise. You were very excited about meeting old friends especially you told me the girl with whom your had a almost relationship in high school and the football captain who was your beau and senior prom date. Since he had been your first real boyfriend and male sexual partner, you were curious - and so was I - to see what he looked like 10 years later. I was also curious about the Girl friend who had come on to you so strongly in a day when being gay (either male of female) was not accepted. You had told me a little about your experience with Susan but I was curious to see how you reunited (we had already seem the list of confirmed attendees and both she and the star quarterback were going to be there. This I was also looking forward to! We went shopping for just the right dress for the formal dinner that ended the affair as well as some new sexy lingerie since you always feel special when you are wearing it even if only you know! For the dress, we selected a plain black sheath that hugged your every curve and allowed your erect nipples to show when erect - even through a thin bra if you chose to wear one. It was held up by a band that circled your throat and was scooped low under the arms so that the side swell of each breast was visible; and it plunged deep in the back in a scoop almost exposing your bum crack! In other words, it could be termed a 'fuck me' dress. It was sure to turn on both Susan and your former beau! The month flew by and we soon arrived at the hotel in the city where you went to high school - not that many years ago. As we rose in the elevator to the top floor, you looked at me with a surprised grin as you realized we were bound for the penthouse suite. As the bellhop let us in, the wide panorama of your hometown was spread before us through the 25th floor to ceiling window. After he had shown us all the bells and whistles - electric blinds, Jacuzzi etc - I tipped the bellman well and sent him on his way. You flew into my arms and as we kissed you thanked me with a promise of rewards later. I laughed and told you to go on down to register us for the reunion and I would unpack. Once again kissing me deeply you rushed off eager to renew some old acquaintances. After I unpacked and changed into slacks and an open necked shirt, I went down to the lobby to look for you. Not spotting you right away, I moved towards the lobby bar and peeked in. You were sitting in a booth with a gorgeous raven-haired beauty! You were sitting close beside each other and giggling together as if sharing some secret joke. I could see her hand brush your leg as she leaned close to whisper something into your ear. You blushed although you didn't push her hand away. This definitely must be Susan and she hasn't lost any of her ardor! I moved over and slid into the booth on your other side and introduced myself, "Hi. You must be Susan. Julie has told me so much about you!" She smiled enigmatically and replied "Hopefully all good?" I told her most definitely and leaned in to kiss you; I could sense her nearness and could smell her intoxicating perfume as she leaned in closer to you. This could prove to be an interesting weekend indeed. Just then, a loud booming voice called from the entrance to the bar. "Julie! Is that you, you beautiful thing you?" Susan rolled her eyes and said something about 'that boor, Ted' as this tall well-built wall of a man ran over to our table and quite literally scooped you out of the booth into a bear hug! You weren't looking too impressed; in fact, I think you were embarrassed by the lout. I stepped forward and introduced myself with my hand outstretched forcing him to lower and release you or look even more the fool. When he learned we were together, it seemed to cool him down a bit but not much. The next day and a half was filled with activities and tours (including one to your old high school where you showed me your locker and home room). Both Susan and Ted hung on to any group we were in and throughout the time, we learned that Ted was divorced (he had, of course, married the head cheerleader!) with no children and Susan had split up with her partner about a year ago. Both were coming on to you - no too subtly I must say - and I had mixed feelings about it. One the one hand, we had a pretty open relationship as long as we shared in the experience but on the other, I found Ted to be obnoxious and I suppose I was a little jealous as well. I didn't want to share you with him. Susan, however, was another matter! You were warming to her more and more and I noticed that the two of you spent a lot of time whispering and giggling together like you were sharing the world's greatest secret. I wondered if it had anything to do with your high school fling? The night of the banquet and dance rolled around and while we were in our suite - after we had relaxed in the Jacuzzi and then retired to the king sized bed to make slow languorous love for a couple of hours - you shared your chats with Susan. You admitted that she was turning you on with her innuendoes and constant attention and that you wanted to take it to the next level and see if she would spend the night with us. You were obviously nervous asking me this and my answer surprised you. "Would that make you happy, darling? You know that is all I want for you" You somewhat bashfully told me it would but only if I were there with you and watched - participating only if asked. I of course agreed as we showered off the sweat of our loving and dressed for dinner. You were stunning in your new dress wearing only a thong and sheer black holdups with 4"spike sandals adding the finishing touch. I reached into my suitcase and pulled out a wrapped gift for you and as you looked stunned at the contents, I lifted the diamond and ruby choker out of the velvet lined box and fastened it around your neck. The attached teardrop solitaire diamond hung on its tether of twisted gold against the black silk covered rise of your breasts. Lord, my love; you look absolutely smashing!! I took your arm and we walked together to the elevator, down to the lobby and into a suddenly silent dining room as all eyes fell on the angel of beauty floating by my side. Susan rushed over and embraced you and then me and led us to her table where we enjoyed two hours of wonderful food and talk. Ted, fortunately, had been called away on business so we would not have to contend with him for the rest of our stay. You did not appear disappointed. After dinner was finished, the band started to play some wonderful slow tunes and we took to the dance floor. As luck would have it, the lights were turned so low that only the candles on the surrounding tables gave off their flickering warmth. This allowed me to pull to close into my arms and run my hand around your warm bare back and down your spine until it slipped under the back of you dress. Tilting your head upwards, you smiled before kissing me deeply and passionately. Your arms went around my neck pulling yourself up on your tiptoes. My hands were both under your dress down and I was cupping the smooth globes of your firm ass; I could just feel the thin band of the thong as it disappeared into your crack and, as I pulled upwards on it, your moans signaled that the patch of silky material covering your shaven pussy was pulling on your swollen labia! As we rounded the floor, we came to the patio doors leading outside and since it was a balmy night with the moon hidden behind some clouds, I twirled us out onto the flagstone surface. Around the terrace was a waist high wall and since I could see no one around, I slipped with you into the shadow of the building and lifted you until your were sitting on the wall. I pulled your legs high around my waist and thusly moved your upper body closer to me. Reaching behind your long swan-like neck, I easily unclasped the single button holding up the halter-top of your gown and I lowered it to your waist. Your magnificent firm breasts stood proudly with the nipples hardening in the outside air. The pendant at the end of the chocker I had given you draped enticingly between those mounds I love to touch and suck. Not wanting to delay a moment longer and letting your hands in my hair pull me to your engorged nipple, I began sucking noisily. I was lost in the luxury of the moment and only sensed a presence nearby. Your mumbled moans led me to suck harder but as I moved over to the other breast I felt a warm soft body brush my shoulder. I stood up and encounter Susan in her jade green tightly fitting gown kissing you with a passion I thought only we shared; and you were returning the kiss with fervor! Her right hand had disappeared up your leg and was obviously reaching your soaked pussy since your head was thrown back and your eyes were rolled back in your head as you tried to stifle your orgasm! I separated the two of you long enough to pull up and refasten your dress before I suggested we take this to our suite before anyone missed us and came looking. The two of you quickly agreed and almost running, headed for the elevators. I only barely managed to catch the doors before they closed behind you and as soon as the car began its ascent, you shoved Susan against the car wall and attacked her lips while your hands struggled to roll her nipples through the thin bodice of her dress. All too soon, we arrived at our floor and I quickly opened our door as the two of you stumbled over the threshold still locked together at the lips. As I sat to watch, your fingers madly reached for the zipper at the back of Susan's neck and pulled it down until it reached the top of her heart shaped butt. Since her back was to me, I could see her lightly tanned skin as the dress separated from shoulder to her rear end. At the same time, Susan released your clasp and you stepped apart long enough for both of your gowns to pool around your feet. As you turned her around to face me with you standing behind her, I could see the lust in her hooded eyes as your hands reached around to cup her full 36B breasts and take her nipples and roll them between your fingers. Oh, how you must have dreamed of this day, my darling! Similar to you she was clad only in the tiniest of sheer white thongs – soaked clear with her cum – and black holdups but without her high spiked shoes that she had kicked off as soon as we reached the room. My eyes strayed down her firm young body past her flat tummy to her waxed smooth pussy; her swollen labia were folded outwards and I could see the wetness running down her slim toned legs as she tilted and turned her head searching for your lips. "Isn't she all I told you, baby?" you whispered as you hand snaked lower to rub her spread pussy. "She is so wet and hot! Do you want to taste her or shall I?" "You two start while I undress and watch, my sweets. I will join you in a few moments". You spun Susan around and pushed her back onto the bed. She crawled back to the centre of the large bed and pulled her knees to her chest and spread them wide in the process of opening herself to your gaze. You licked off your shoes and climbed onto the bed and nervously crawled between her legs. Laying on your tummy with your face close to Susan's inviting pussy, you paused to admire the offering and to inhale her musky arousal. Although you had fantasized about this (and shared those fantasies with me), this was for real and you were unsure of what to do. By this time, I was undressed and I crawled up beside you and taking your hand in mine, we reached out and lightly stroked the dampness of Susan's silk covered cunt. She moaned at the touch giving you the confidence to exert a little more pressure slightly forcing the thin patch of silk into her slick canal. Her pussy immediately contracted around your fingers and drew them in further. Almost without thinking you pulled them out and Susan cried for more as she reached down and tore off the thong, throwing it across the room. I whispered in your ear, "Just do to her what I do to you and what pleases you the most, my love! That's all she wants." At that, your tongue snaked out and ran along the outer red lips of Susan's pussy and you groaned as the taste of her sweet juices moistened your tongue for the first time. "Please Julie! I need your tongue and fingers deep inside me! Please, oh please, make love to me! I have waited ten years for this and can't wait." Susan's words ended with a moan as you fiercely attacked her with tongue and fingers and then found her hard clit and you sucked greedily on that. Your ministrations resulted in a continuous outpouring of her cum and your lapped it up as if you had starved for it all you life. As you got up on your knees to reach her tits with your hands while still eating her pussy, I went behind you and found your own pussy blood red with arousal and dripping wet. I quickly fastened my mouth around your sweet hole and as I lapped up your cum, my finger strummed your clit until your orgasm pushed you deeper into Susan and she came again and again. We tumbled around the bed in every position and combination available for the balance of the night until we fell asleep - me cradling two beautiful women in my arms – as the early morning light broke through the curtains. After about 4 hours sleep, I dreamt that several hands and lips were playing with my hard cock and I awoke to find the two of you kissing your way around the head of my cock. With each of your soft hair tickling my balls, I was soon fully erect and precum was leaking from me as you took turns licking it off. Susan whispered into your ear and you nodded with a smile. As you straddled my hips and lowered yourself slowly down my hard shaft, Susan quickly straddled my face so the her soft waxed pussy was brushing against my mustache and my tongue reached up as I pulled her hips down so I could impale her on my tongue. Soon I was being willingly ravaged by the two of you as you leaned into each other to share a passionate kiss. Susan was literally fucking my face and tongue in the same rhythm as you were riding my cock and I felt you both tensing as your orgasms started to overcome you. As Susan flooded my face and mouth with her sweet cum, gush after gush, I felt your cum flood my cock and that was the signal for my own climax as I filled your warm pussy with a full load of my own milky thick cum. Once again, we collapsed in a sprawl across the bed as we gathered our strength. After some more cuddling and promises to keep in touch, Susan quickly dressed and kissing us both, left for her own room. She had to shower, change and catch a flight with a couple of hours. Since we didn't have to leave for six more hours, I put in a wake up call with the front desk and we crawled under the covers for a few hours sleep before we had to head home. What a wonderful weekend, my darling! And how I love you; you will never know the extent of my love although I will continue to try and tell and show you every day of our life together! The Reunion I was only ten when my father left us. I was gutted! I loved him so much. We had such great fun together. He was my idol. When he left I couldn't stop weeping. I never saw him again as I grew up. He never called or wrote. I was terribly mixed up. My mother and gran brought me up to hate him. Gran wouldn't have his name even mentioned in the house and insisted that I should never forgive him for what he did to me. But I missed him so! I went to Music College and became a concert violinist. Middle of the road artist. I met loads of other good musicians and we had lots of good times. I settled down with one of them – a pianist – but I always had this chip on my shoulder. Mum didn't say much about dad when I asked. He'd just disappeared off the face of the earth as far as I was concerned. A psychiatric friend said it was sometimes better for the child to believe her father dead. Well, he certainly was as far as I was concerned. When I was thirty-two I took a job for the summer, playing in an orchestra which was based the Midlands. I found out from a mutual friend from the old days that my father was living nearby with his second wife and two children. Brothers and sisters I had never met. After a lot of soul searching I decided to meet him. To confront him. It took a hell of a lot of guts to go through with it. After twenty-two years. What could we find to say to each other? We met in a café in a park, where we had a cup of tea. It was weird! Then we had another. But I gradually learned that he had not abandoned me at all. He was barred. Barred from speaking to me and any letters and cards were returned to him by Mum's solicitors. There was no automatic right of access to children in those days. The solicitors asked him not to write again. They said it would only upset me! Upset? I never even knew he tried to see me or get in touch, for goodness sake! We were being kept apart because gran thought him a rat. The upshot was that I realised all wasn't his fault. I had been denied seeing him and my new family by my mother and gran. Gran was now dead, but I decided not to tell mum I'd got in touch with him. It would need too many explanations. Besides, she was as much to blame as he was for the breakdown of the marriage. So I went for meals with father and his second wife. Met my half brother and sister. We all got on fine. In fact, father and I spent all our free time together, going places, holding hands. We shopped together; I joined them for supper after concerts. It was like a love affair! Catching up with all that love and affection we'd both missed out on. One day, we were sat together on the settee, holding hands, as we often did, chatting away about our lost years. We'd had a few glasses of wine, so there was lots of laughter between us as we remembered some of the silly things we did together, games we played in the garden when I was but a girl. We turned to face each other. Our smiling eyes met and held each other for a few seconds. Then they turned serious. I leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips. 'Hmmm! I've wanted to do that for a long time,' I sighed. 'For twenty-two years!' and I laughed. 'Me too,' he replied. 'You'll never know how much.' Our faces were still close to each other, gazing into the other's eyes. He pressed his lips to mine and we kissed again. This time, with closed eyes, more fervently. As the kiss lingered, dad put his left arm round my neck and we drew each other into a proper lovers' clinch. I was in seventh heaven. I snuggled in close to him. I felt the protection I'd missed all during those years. And I was getting my own back on my mum for keeping me away from my father for so long. It seemed the natural thing for him to put his hand over my left tit, stroking and squeezing as we kissed, as lovers do. I didn't try to stop him. In fact, I wanted him to feel me, cuddle and fondle me, his long lost daughter. 'I missed you growing up. Thought about you an awful lot, you know. Did you have many boyfriends?' he asked me. 'Oh ... Quite a few. I was something of a tearaway as a teenager, I'm afraid. Mum and gran couldn't control me. I think I was searching for you, really. Most of the lads I went with tended to be a bit older. They groped me and I would toss them off. One or two of the nice ones I allowed to fuck me.' 'Took after your mum, then!' He laughed. 'Did you fuck mum a lot? Was she very sexy? Was she good?' I asked casually. He laughed at the forthright question. 'Two or three times a week, I seem to remember. Until she got herself involved with other men, that is. At first, we just did it. You know ... there was no clever stuff.' 'What did you do when she went astray?' 'I found myself a mistress. Pauline. She seemed very quiet and staid, but I found out that she was sex mad. We fucked two or three times a day whenever we could – then I'd go home late and fuck your mother – who had probably already had it from her lover.' 'That's a lot of action,' I laughed. Then suddenly asked, 'will you play with my tits properly? I'd like you to.' It was a spur of the moment thing. I wanted him to feel my tits. Gaze at my body, as lovers do! So I broke away from him, unbuttoned my blouse and unclasped the bra. Fortunately, I was wearing a front fastening sort. My tits literally fell out. He stared down at them in almost disbelief. But I took hold of his head and pressed it down to the nipple. He latched onto it and suckled and fondled the large bag of flesh. It was utterly wonderful to have my dad feeling my flesh. We were part of each other again. I have big tits, but they're sloppy! They just hang like bags of flesh with large blotchy areolas and dark chocolaty-coloured wrinkled nipples. But I love to have them squeezed and caressed. I enjoy them being kissed as well. And that's what he was doing. There was one other thing I wanted more than anything at that moment. To see and to play with the cock that had been my mother's toy for many years. To take from her that memory of father's cock. So, as he paid close attention to my left tit, I managed to unbuckle his waistband and unzip his flies. I felt his cock inside there, fully erect. It felt wonderful! Then it came into view. It wanted me!! Hard and stiff. I dragged it out of his underpants. It wasn't enormous, or anything like that. A little above average perhaps – just over six inches, and fairly thick, but it was really beautiful! Pale, straight and smooth. I stared at its proud stiffness. It was love at first sight. I never knew anyone could fall in love with an object – a cock. It was incredible. It was as if it had a life all of its own. Pushing him away from my tit, I bent down to take a closer look. To worship it. Make love to it. To taste it. To take the idol between my lips. Wow! I loved it! Studying every bit if skin, the floppy foreskin. I licked it all over, fondled the wrinkled balls. I was over the moon with joy. I was sucking on the cock that had fucked mother! It was now mine. I had stolen it for myself. I knew then that I just had to have it inside me. 'You have boobs just like your mother,' he said quietly. 'Lots of flesh but very little muscle to keep them upright! Plenty to play with, though! With those big, big brown areolas and sagging nipples.' As I shrugged out of my blouse and bra, I slid onto the floor between his legs, pulling his trousers and underpants down to his ankles. The full glory of his gorgeous genitals were in front of me. I didn't care what he thought of me – I just wanted to feel him. Be close to him. Smell him. 'You gorgeous thing!' I whispered to it. 'You are so so handsome. I adore you.' I kissed the cock again and again. Glorying in it, worshipping it. My idol. 'I am going to bury you deep inside my body. I shall keep you there for ever and ever, feeling your hardness wrapped in my warm, wet flesh.' Taking hold of the straight shaft, I started to pump it with my mouth, swallowing its entire length into my throat. I had practised deep-throat way back, to give my boyfriends a thrill. As the head plugged my throat, I swallowed and swallowed to stimulate the cock. His loins were shaking with passion. But I didn't want him to come just yet, though. It was time to take off my skirt and pants and get down to business. 'I want you to fuck me properly, dad,' I said, getting up to undress. 'I need your cock inside me. I want to feel what mum felt when you fucked her.' With a dry mouth, standing before him, naked from the waist down, I opened my legs to show him my wide vulva, thick lipped with a dark bush spreading over my engorged groin and belly. My inner labia are thick, long embarrassing things. They dangle a good inch or more from the gash. Thick, dark, crumpled flaps of wet flesh hanging from the gash. My stubby clit was erect and could be seen protruding from its hood, where the hair grew thickest. 'Is my cunt like mum's as well?' I asked in a breathless voice. 'Just like your mum,' he said, eyes glued to my bush. 'Big, sloppy and hairy.' He took hold of my hips and drew me towards him. Fastening his mouth over my vulva, he took the bunch of labia, filling his mouth and chewed lightly on them. I shuddered with delight at having my fanny in his mouth. When he gripped my clit between his teeth I lurched as though an electric shock had jolted me. Mum must have enjoyed that feeling with him, I thought. I was shaking with exhilaration and anticipation. I needed to have that cock! I must have it straight away! I pulled him forward on the seat of the settee until his buttocks were resting on the front edge, before myself kneeling on the cushions, either side of his waist. Straddling his thighs, I pulled my labia apart, held my breath in incredible expectation, and lowered my fanny against the head of his cock. This was the moment I had yearned for over the years. The moment of truth, of supreme joy. Final fulfilment! His masterful cock was about to conquer me just as it had conquered mum. I was dripping with lust. I can't remember being so drenched. The head of his cock was at the mouth of my dripping cunt. I lowered myself slowly and deliberately onto the solid shaft. Hmmm! Absolute ecstasy! Sheer bliss! I threw my arms round his neck, whispering hoarsely, more to myself than to him. 'Oh, dad! Oh, yea! That's wonderful. Oh! Oh yea! Fill me with your cock, dad. Yea! That's it! Fill me up.' Little by little, the idol submerged deep into my belly. Into the very core of me. My whole body was alive with trickling sensations. My skin tingled. My groin lurched and twitched within. The feeling of excitement grew stronger. The muscles inside me tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Dad was now fully embedded inside my soaking wet fanny. My cunt! His cock filling my cunt. The cunt I love. The cunt that gave me such wonderful sensations. My own private cunt! My precious slit! I had offered up the secret of my most treasured possession to my father. I adored it. I felt like an incestuous Greek goddess. With great deliberation and tenderness, I moved myself up and down the thick shaft as it relished in the exploration of my shrine of mystery and rapture. 'Oooo! I love it! I love you father. Let me feel your cock – the cock that made me - deep inside your daughter's cunt. Her most private possession!' As I bounced up and down on him, every nerve concentrating on feeling the cock slide in and out of my wet passage, he kissed and bit both nipples, and fondled both tits eagerly. My mind was bursting with carnal images. It was all much too thrilling for us both, I thought. I felt the tension building up in my belly. I started clutching for it. Reaching into my groin for the elusive orgasm. I grappled with my clit to help bring it out. Father was grunting and panting, lurching at me with his loins – pushing against my thrusts. I was breathing hard and groaning with ecstasy as the thrill rippled through my groin again an again. 'I'm coming! I'm coming!' I blurted, gasping for breath. It couldn't last. I came first. I couldn't hold back any more. The dam burst inside. It was terrific! Mind blowing! I cried out with release as I bounced violently on his cock. I yelled! 'Yes! Oh, yes, yes! Yes, yes, yes!! Ah-h-h-h!' Then I felt him lunging into me erratically. He was coming. Yes! Spasms! Yes! And again! Again! Again! Once more! He was spurting inside me, his daughter! Seven spasms, seven splashes of sperm! Father's sperm swimming inside my cunt! I collapsed panting on his shoulders panting for breath. He was breathless as well. We lay exhausted in each other's arms for several minutes. Wallowing in our newfound pleasure. 'That was great. You make a great lover dad.' 'Nonsense. You did all the work!' I suddenly giggled in his ear. 'Just think, there's millions of little brothers and sisters swimming around in my fanny. I might get pregnant with my own brother! I could be my own half-sister.' 'What? You are protected, aren't you?' 'Course, silly! But it's a lovely thought. Don't move.' I slowly eased myself off his cock, allowing the thick sperm to dribble out of my fanny onto his softening shaft, before sliding down between his legs and encasing his whole cock in my mouth. I tasted his sperm mingling with my own juices. Dad's essence! I licked it clean. It tasted cool!! 'Now I'm eating them,' I giggled. 'Now, we are really together again. Inseparable!' I kept on licking and sucking his cock. It was still half swollen. I pulled him onto the carpet. 'Can you get another hard on? Then we can make love without rushing, and celebrate every second of our reunion.' And I straddled over him in sixty-nine, presenting my lush fanny to his mouth whilst I concentrated on getting him hard again. He did. And we made love beautifully together. For the last time. The Reunion It was going to be a great reunion. Sally, one of the gals from our old sorority thought it might be fun if we could get a group of our old sorority members together for a few days for rehashing some old times and find out what each had been doing since graduation and just plain have some fun. She had done some investigating about places to hold it and things to do in each area. It looked as if one of the huge old Victorian houses in East Hampton out on the end of Long Island NY would suit our needs perfectly. She had queried all of the girls in the sorority and found that seventeen were anxious to participate. She came back to me saying, "Cathie, this thing is getting larger by the day. With a crowd this large it would mean we would need TWO houses; hopefully close to one another." She got on the Internet and hit a gold mine. Two oceanfront houses, each having six bedrooms, were available for the four days we wanted and they were adjacent to one another. WOW, couldn't be better. Twelve bedrooms would mean a couple of gals would have to double up but she was sure that wouldn't be a problem. With the large number in our party to share the costs it wasn't going to be bad at all for each of us. As time went on and the date got closer, Sally started hearing rumblings from a few of the gals about the possibility of bringing their husbands/boyfriends. Shit that would ruin it. Sally put out a questionnaire about it and got overwhelming responses saying...NO WAY. It was to be girls' time out or we could forget them. The few that asked about male companionship agreed to stay with the crowd sans date. Somehow Sally got roped into organizing the thing and it was a humongous job. Some gals would be flying into a small private airfield and they needed to be picked up. Others would be taking a train almost all the way out the Island and would then need transportation to the houses. The rest were driving themselves. The pantries had to be stocked as well as the liquor cabinets. The houses came with all the bedding/towels paraphernalia we would need and we quickly took advantage of the maid service available to clean up after us at the end of our rental. It was a small price to pay for not having to worry about that crap. I chipped in with as much as I could help her and she was able to get one of the other gals to also pitch in so one way or the other we got the thing arranged. Enough about all of that stuff. The time was upon us and Sally and I arrived at what were to be our homes away from home for the next four days. The places were PERFECT. Beautiful decks with stairways leading down over the dunes to the waters edge. The decks were a good 20 feet higher than the edge of the water so no one walking along it could see anyone sitting on one of our deck chairs. The privacy was outstanding. It was mid August, the temperature was in the high eighties and the water was just right for swimming. We were going to have a ball. The rest of the crowd drifted in almost right up to supper. Sally and I thought that a sort of clambake would be the right way to start off the vacation. We had stopped at the local fish market and picked up two dozen lobsters. Each was about a pound and a half and we got a terrific deal on the price since we bought so many. We also picked up a couple of dozen ears of corn, a few extra cases of beer and a few more gallon jugs of wine. Topped it all off with a few pounds of potato and macaroni salad and we were ready for the feast. I know, I know, gallon jugs with their screw tops don't make for a nice wine but Sally and I figured the girls would be drinking so much that after the first glass they wouldn't be able to tell the difference between fine wine and soda water. We were right The night was wonderful. We planned to be able to sit down for the clambake around 8 PM. Each house had big gas barbecues with side burners. The kitchen in each house was huge to be able to accommodate the number of people normally staying in a house with six bedrooms. Some of the girls were in their bathing suits within minutes after arriving. They lived all over the country and a good few hadn't seen the ocean since leaving the East Coast. Each of the houses came furnished with small plastic surfboards...not the big professional ones but more like those you see younger kids riding. They were perfect. The girls, women, are all in their late twenties, were like kids. Diving under and coming up under a board and flipping it with the rider getting tossed was the big thing. Each of the houses had outdoor showers aimed at keeping a ton of sand out of the house. The showers were in little small wooden cubicles at the top of the stairs and off to the side of the deck. Our girls, showing no sign of embarrassment, would strip off their bathing suits in the cubicle, shower and then come out of the showers nude to dry off outside and then get dressed on the deck. It certainly wasn't like any of the beaches on the Jersey shore. It was a good thing that was true because a few of our girls, me included, once they saw how isolated the homes were, stripped nude and were lounging around the decks bound and determined to get an all around tan before returning home. Damn, we had some gals with outstanding bodies. Sally still seemed to be in charge of the whole thing and that was fine with everyone. She did lay down the law about anyone going in the water after drinking. All she said was the rest of us are too drunk to pull you out if you get a cramp so wait until tomorrow before going in again. Some of the girls weren't drinking and started to show a theatrical pout saying, "Sally, we were hoping to go skinny dipping after din-din." "Go, but remember, I damn sure am not going in after you." She literally shouted at them. We had all the food ready for the tables around 7:45 and by the time we rounded everyone up it was right on time – 8 PM on the dot. The cook-out was going great. There were going to be enough lobsters left over that we would be able to pick them clean for a fantastic lobster salad for the next day's lunch. About half way through the dinner Sally called me over to say she wasn't sure we had enough wine. Some of the girls were going through it at an alarming rate. Great, they could change to whisky when the wine was finished. Around 9 PM three or four gals went down to the waters edge, stripped and in they went. One thing about being near the ocean, it may have been hotter than hell during the day but it can get quite chilly after the sun goes down. That was the case tonight. The gals were warm enough when they were in the water but when they came out of it you could hear teeth chattering. They grabbed their clothes and flip-flops and made a dash for the stairs up to the deck. Sally had started cozy little fires in small fire pots at the each end of the deck. They not only provided an amazing amount of heat but also a cozy flickering light from the flames inside of them. Our nude bathers huddled around the fires for a few minutes after showering and quickly got some clothes on and we all sat there enjoying the evening. The wine was still holding out because a good few gals had switched to hard stuff. I walked to the end of the deck and could see up and down the beach in the moonlight and there wasn't another soul to be seen. I was going to be staying at the house next door and I suggested that I would go over and make sure everything was going to be OK for the night. Jenny said that she thought she had had enough to drink and would go over with me. We were able to just walk out the front door of the house we were in and walk a hundred feet to next door. It wasn't long before we were out on the deck of the other house looking back at the crowd where the clambake was held. I told Jenny I would just sit here for a little while before sacking out and she could go back if she wanted to. She answered that she would just as soon stay there with me. Dialogue would have been better here... There were a few bottles of booze at this place also and I went inside and poured a bourbon and water for each of us. We sat sipping our drinks and just enjoying the atmosphere when Jenny dropped a bombshell. She was more than a little drunk from the wine and bourbon when she blurted out, "Cathie, all the time we were in school I was envious of your body. You always dressed so neat but covered yourself completely. My mind used to go crazy wondering what was underneath all of those clothes. Tonight I found out. When you stripped to go skinny-dipping I couldn't take my eyes off you. Your tits are magnificent.... large but firm. You really do have the body of a model. Large breasts and a tiny waist. Damn, I wish I had it." The way she was talking I was beginning to get the feeling she would like to bury her face between my tits and perhaps a little lower as well. "Jenny, my tits aren't that firm. Reach over and feel for yourself." I offered. She was off her deck chair and kneeling beside me almost before I had those words out. She reached out with a hand and placed it under my breast sort of cradling it. "Jen, give it a little squeeze and you will see it isn't as firm as you were thinking." I then felt her soft tender fingers doing a little more than just squeezing me lightly. They were softly caressing my tit. "Cath, would you mind terribly if I kissed your breast?" "Not at all Jen. But don't just kiss one...the other would feel jealous." I joked. Her lips were soon fondling my nipple while her hand was stroking my other breast. I quickly had a hand behind her head putting a slight pressure to keep her right there. It felt great. Her activity on my breasts was really turning me on. I let my other hand fall down to my crotch and soon had it inside of my shorts and working my clit fast and furiously. Wow, her mouth and my hand were quite the duo. By then I was moaning a little. I had taken my hand up and out of my shorts and unbuttoned them. I was squirming my ass around getting them down and off me when I felt her hand lightly touching my clit. Damn, Jen was a lesbian! "Jen, pull my shorts all the way off so you will have an easier time getting your face in me." She lifted her mouth from my tit and looked at me saying, "Are you sure that's what you want?" "Yes honey. Do me now." She moved from my breasts and kissed and licked my stomach all the way to my clit. She would kiss a spot on my stomach and then lick that very same spot for a minute before moving down just a little more. She soon had her hand parting my pussy lips making room for her mouth and it wasn't long before she was sucking on the hood of my clit and had a couple of fingers buried inside of me. She sure knew how to eat pussy. I was a little nervous out there on the deck with another fifteen gals clowning around on the deck of the house next door. Fortunately, the homes weren't very close together so we were safe from anyone over there seeing or hearing us. Great, because I could feel that old familiar feeling starting deep inside of me. It was getting so intense I was soon biting on the edge of my hand trying to stifle the noise I knew would soon be coming out of me. Damn she was tender. By now she had her face buried deep inside of me and had a couple of her fingers inserted in my pussy along side of her tongue working my clit. She would let her tongue ride up one side of my clit and then down the other only to repeat the whole maneuver over and over. She then put a couple of her fingers back to my ass and was gently massaging the ruby red lips of my asshole. That was all it took. I took my free hand and pulled her face even deeper inside of my pussy as the orgasm overcame me. My heart rate must have been through the roof and I know my breaths were coming a mile a minute. As soon as she felt the peak of my orgasm had passed she started to lick up my pussy lips and also down on the cheeks of my ass. My love juices along with her saliva were all over my body. We then both just lay there coming down from the high. Out of the darkness came, "Jen, I want you to do me next!" God, it was Rosalind (Roz) and she was standing right next to us and had reached down and was stroking the top of Jen's head. I jumped in with, "Roz, leave it be. Jen was just doing me a favor." "Bullshit, I am hotter than a pistol watching her do you and I need some relief and need it now," mouthed Roz. Jen responded with, "Roz, C'mon give me a break. So now you know I am a lesbian but that shouldn't mean I have to do the whole sorority." Roz wasn't having any of Jen's excuses and leaned over and took her by the hand and led her over to one of the other deck chairs. She had her other arm around Jen and as soon as they got to the chair Roz stopped and pulled off her own shorts and sat down. "Jen, you can kneel on my pants if it will help your knees." I was still coming down from my own orgasm and wasn't paying real close attention to what was happening with them but I could see that Jen had her head buried in Roz's crotch and Roz's moans were already starting. I could hear Jen's slurping and Roz soon had her feet up in the air and was pulling her legs apart to give Jen freer access to her pussy. All of a sudden she had brought her heels back down on the bed and was throwing her hips in the air. It was obvious Jen was having some difficulty keeping her face where she wanted it. Roz was in the midst of an orgasm and it looked as if it was a wild one. "Geez, Jen...keep going. I never want this feeling to end," moaned Roz. That seemed to turn Jen on even more for I could see she was now flailing her head from side to side and I could just imagine her tongue was also flailing away on Roz's clit. The level of moaning actually increased in intensity and this was after Roz had had her orgasm. Was she going for two? It appeared that Roz, and Jen, were each enjoying themselves immensely so I got up and went inside to a bedroom I picked out having one bed. I wasn't going to have a roommate. The next morning the sound of bacon frying and eggs sizzling and the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee awakened me. The crowd had migrated from the other house over to the deck of the one I was in and had pretty much commandeered the deck's little snack tables as well as a huge round table with a wonderful sun awning. Roz and Jen were each there and surprisingly at the same table. They each gave me a warm 'Good morning" as if nothing had happened the night before. Once again, Sally rose to the occasion and jumped up on a deck chair to get everyone's attention. "Guys, there are a ton of things available to do today. Within ten miles of where we are sitting are some vary fancy sailboats with good looking Captains and mates just waiting to take a bunch of lovelies such as us on their boats to enjoy a day under sail. I called the Harbormaster earlier and we will need to let him know how many of us would like to be involved with this activity. For those of you not wanting to go sailing there are a number of smaller boats you can take out without a Captain as long as you can demonstrate some level of nautical competency. And for those not wanting to do either there is a quaint little town about twenty miles back down the road with a few very nice shopping emporiums. And if all of that isn't enough, there is a wonderful body of water called the Atlantic Ocean at our doorstep beckoning for some to jump in and enjoy themselves." That was it. I opted for the sailing, as did eight others. We were going to split up on three boats and would be gone for most of the day. The chartering outfit took care of arranging lunches and liquid refreshments. I had done a good bit of sailing and knew the day was going to be perfect. The wind was out of the South, which meant we would be able to go out of Gardiners Bay and all the way out to Block Island without a lot of moving sails from one side of the boat to the other. Roz and Ruth would be on the same boat as me and I was a little curious to see if Roz acknowledged our activities with Jen from the previous evening. We had Captain Tom and his mate Frank responsible for showing us a good time. Tom was about thirty-five and Frank in his very late twenties. Both had the kinds of tan we had hoped to have by the time the vacation was over. Capt. Tom asked who wanted any seasick pills/patches and both Roz and Ruth took them. I was doubtful they would work quickly enough for I could see Frank was getting ready to cast off and I knew we would be under sail in a very short time. We motored out of the harbor and then unfurled the sails and the boat took off as if she were a thorobred racehorse and had just been given a free rein. We were flying in an instant with the boat heeled over a good bit. Roz was howling with enjoyment and Ruth was just sitting there with a very put-on smile. She wasn't feeling well but she wasn't about to spoil everyone's fun. Capt. Tom slacked off the sails a bit and the boat settled to an even keel and it was glorious. Frank went below to pour glasses of wine which Roz and I grabbed. I won't bore you with the details of the sail other than to suffice it to say we were soon pulling into the big harbor on Block Island. It is a large harbor and it wasn't long before we had the anchor down and were calling on the ship-to-shore for the launch to take us ashore. It makes its rounds of the harbor every so often and we would be picked up on its next loop. It was lunchtime and even though we had sandwiches aboard Roz and I asked where we could get some decent clams. Capt. Tom said he knew the prefect place and led the way. Ruth wasn't looking all that great and said she hadn't gotten her land legs yet. Frank stayed with her and said they wouldn't be joining us for the clams. Clams weren't high on Ruth's fun things to eat at that moment. Roz and I gorged ourselves on clams and a pitcher or two of beer. Tom wasn't drinking since he was a licensed Captain and couldn't drink while responsible for paying passengers. No problem, Roz and I did enough for all of us. Tom excused himself for a few minutes as he went over and chatted with another boat crew and that gave Roz and I some free time alone to chat about the previous night. She started it with, "Damn, Jen really did a number on me last night. I don't think I ever remember having my pussy eaten so well and having an orgasm so huge." "I know, she had her face so far up my pussy I thought it was going to come out my ass." I replied. Tom was on the way back to our table and Roz finished our chat with, "Well, if I don't find anything else this trip she will be doing me again before this vacation is over. You can bet on that." We walked back to the docks and flagged down the launch to get us back out to the boat. As we lay against it so we could transfer over we heard a moan. Roz jumped across first and fast and went below immediately only to come out with the old cornball line of, "Well, well, when the cat's away the mice will play." By then Tom and I were also aboard and the launch took off. As I stood in the companionway hatch looking below there they were on the berth in the main salon. Frank still had a half hard on and Ruth's pussy was dripping with Franks love juices running out of her. She was so embarrassed she covered her face never mind her pussy. Roz, Tom and I went back out to the cockpit (an appropriate word I would say) to let them get cleaned up and decent. When they finally emerged from the cabin, Tom suggested we radio the launch to swing by and pick them up. They could have lunch at one of the dockside restaurants. The launch was there in a few minutes and off they went. Tom, Roz and I were sitting out in the cockpit under a sun awning they had erected when Roz got up and went below. A few minutes went by and I looked up and she was standing on the steps in the main companionway looking out at us stark naked, "Capt. one of your passengers needs some attention." She said very coyly. The Reunion "Be right there," as he stood to go below. "What the hell, if you can take care of one, you surely ought to be able to handle two." I offered. By the time I got below Tom was on his back with his cock standing proud and Roz was just about to lower herself on it. I stripped quickly and climbed aboard. I swung my leg over his chest so that I could position my pussy over his face. I was just kneeling over his face and lowered my pussy to just above the range of his tongue and then went down ever so slowly. It wasn't long before I could feel Roz rising and falling on his beautiful cock. Before she lowered herself I could see it was at least nine inches and by then it was all the way in her. I held my pussy off his face just a little so his tongue would have the space to find and then work my clit. He soon had it clamped between his lips and his tongue was performing absolute magic. I dropped all the way down and was soon squishing my pussy all over his face. He had a small moustache and the bristles from it were really doing a number on my clit. I could feel Roz's hands holding my shoulders. She was moving so wildly she needed something to hold onto. It wasn't long before I was having a cataclysmic orgasm. It must have been his moustache that was doing it to me but my clit felt alive; it was as if it had a mind of its own. I gave my hips one final squishing before climbing off him. He and Roz were still going at it but I could hear the same type of moans I heard coming out of her when Jen was doing her last night. It wasn't long before she did her thing. She fell forward and just lay there gasping. Tom had shot his load deep in her and as I turned to look at her I could see the juices running out of her and down the sides of his shaft. Whew, what a lunch break. Roz and I were kidding him for the next half-hour or so about getting so lucky that he had two gals at the same time. He laughed and said, "What else would you expect from a perfect lover?" Roz gave him a little more than playful swat on his now limp cock and he roared. He looked over at me and said, "Cath, as long as I have a face you have a place to sit." It was my time to laugh. "Now let's get something straight. I have had my pussy eaten twice in twelve hours but haven't had a cock in it. Tom, you WILL be at our place tonight to take care of that problem. WON'T you? "Yes, Mam." "Bring condoms or NOTHING. Make sure you get a large pack." I said with a smile showing in my eyes. We were cleaned up, dressed and back in the cockpit by the time Frank and Ruth returned. The sail back to the harbor was nice but uneventful. As we were docking, another one of our boats was arriving with the third already tied up. Kim was standing at the bow of the one coming in and I asked her how their day went and she smiled from ear to ear and rolled her eyes. Looked as if they had it as good as we did. We invited the crews to our place for dinner and told them to bring along another four or five guys. . It was going to be simple; pizza, wine and beer with a salad on the side. I was hoping it was going to be a repeat of the day. The pizza was to be delivered at 8 and a number of us wanted to go in for a dip before then. It wasn't long before we had fifteen of our seventeen raising all kind of hell in the water. We were having a blast. Sally had led the way. She has a terrific body with tits to die for. They are huge yet completely firm and she had learned to ride the little surfboards in on the little waves hitting the shore. She ended up one of the rides right next to me and we chatted for a while. She asked how the sail went and I smiled from ear to ear. "Don't tell me... You got laid?" she asked. "Well, not exactly but I had my pussy eaten and Roz had a cock buried deep inside of her but Ruthie had her hole plugged." I answered. "Shit, I knew I should have went with you." she moaned. "Don't sweat it," I told her. "We invited the crews to our pizza night and told them to bring along another four or five guys." "Glory be, there's hope yet. I am horny enough to fuck a dog. I broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago and haven't been laid since. My pussy is crying for attention." The guys drifted in from 7:30 on. Some of the rest of the girls weren't crazy about the male companionship and what would probably come of it but that was tough. If they didn't want to participate they could just eat their pizza, drink their drinks go for a swim and retire. The pizza delivery guy needed to borrow a van to carry all we had ordered. We were expecting thirty people including the guys. I introduced Capt. Tom and Frank to Sally and some of the other gals who happened to be near when they showed up and told them to mingle and make their own introductions. I did get Tom alone long enough to tell him to plan on staying the night...with me unless he got some other ideas and was willing to lose his dick over them. The pizza was being gobbled up at a furious rate and we thought we would need to call for more but things slowed down about the time the sunset. Some of the gals who hadn't been drinking decided to go for a swim and when I looked down at the water I could see three of them sans bathing suits. The guys saw them as well and slowly but surely drifted down to the sand and had their own clothes off and were in the water quickly and playing as if they were school kids with the nude gals. This night was going to turn out to be a winner. When Sally saw the fun going on in the water she stripped up on the deck and pranced her ass down to join the crowd. It wasn't long before she had her legs wrapped around the waist of one of the guys and was laughing uproariously. Her tits were almost beating the guys face black and blue with the way they were thrashing around but that didn't seem to bother either of them. When those who were participating in the water games came back up to the deck none of them bothered to get dressed. There were at least 10 guys and gals' bare ass naked scattered around the deck. Some of the guys were getting a bit aroused with the tits being thrust in their face as the fun they were having in the water carried on up on the deck. By now it was completely dark with the only light coming out of the flames in the firepots. I walked over to the keg of beer on tap to grab a glass and stumbled over something or somebody. When I looked down I could make out a bare ass of a guy who was in the process of pouring the coals to one of our gals. They had found one of the air mattresses we had used for surfing and were putting it to a totally different use. Before long there were asses, tits and cocks showing all over the place. I never counted but I would have bet fourteen out of our seventeen girls were having some wild sex right at that moment. Tom came over and grabbed me by the hand and jerked me inside of the house. We went up to find an unused bedroom and had to skip over a couple that were in use. When we found a vacant one I pulled him inside and locked the door behind him. I wanted him all to myself without any interruptions. I pulled down my shorts and flipped my top over on the pile as he was dropping his jeans and shirt. I dropped to my knees and took his long stiff cock deep in my mouth. I cradled his balls and started an up and down motion on his cock. "Hold on babe. I want to fuck you right now. It will be time enough for pussy eating and blow jobs later on." He lifted me and carried me over to the bed. As he lay me down he lowered his face and started to nibble my tits. As he did that he had dropped a hand to my pussy and was searching out my clit. He lay down beside me with one of my tits in his mouth and his hand on my clit and I thought I had died and went to heaven. It was awesome. He would take his hand off my clit every now and then and let in slide up and down the inside of my thighs only to return it to the lips of my juiced up pussy. It was driving me wild. "Tom, no more. I want you to fuck me NOW." He rolled on top of me holding himself up with one arm while he positioned his cock in front of my pussy and wasted no time pushing it in. I was so wet the first three or four inches went in without a problem. He then started to exert a little more pressure and soon had his entire cock buried deep inside of me. He reached his arms under my legs and lifted them straight up level with his shoulders. Damn, I love it this way. I clamped my legs around the upper part of his back and he had reached down and was cupping each cheek of my ass in his palms. He then started a long slow thrusting and pulling it out almost to the point where it was escaping the clamping of my vaginal muscles and then he drove it back in all the way. He leaned forward and kissed me long and deep. His tongue was almost touching my tonsils. He then dropped down on me and took one of my nipples between his lips and started to flick his tongue back and forth over it. That did it. I was almost screaming with pleasure. I turned my face and bit down on the pillow to keep from waking the dead. I hadn't been fucked like that in a long long time and was in my glory. We lay like that for some time just chatting and caressing when I announced I needed to use the bathroom and would really like a cold glass of beer. Now, to find the bathroom without turning the lights on. I stumbled around touching each wall until I found an empty space. It was the doorway to something and I figured it had to be the toilet. Tom followed me in and was rinsing off his cock in the sink as I was sitting on the toilet relieving myself from all the beer I had consumed earlier. I then heard, "Time for that blowjob you mentioned before." It was him and he had positioned himself in front of me and had his stiff cock an inch from my mouth. Well, what was a girl supposed to do? My hands reached around behind him and cupped a cheek in my palms as I pulled him toward me. It was easy. I soon had the head of his cock and a few inches of it buried in my mouth. I released a hand and brought it around to the front to gently hold his balls and then started massaging them very tenderly. It was his turn to moan. It didn't take much of this and he had wrapped a handful of my hair around his fist and was pulling me onto him even harder. He then started to fuck my mouth. I stopped all of my motions and just let his big cock slide in and out as he was driving it into my mouth. I did reach up to his balls again and just rubbed them gently when I felt his convulsions. He was shooting stream after stream deep in my throat. This really surprised me that he could cum this much after having just filed my pussy with his love juices. What a guy! This was a first for me. Giving a blowjob as I was sitting there taking a piss. "Tom, this isn't my bedroom and I would really like to go next door and see if I can rescue mine before it is used like this one we just enjoyed. I would hate for us to go to sleep on sheets soaked with someone else's juices." We stumbled back downstairs and out to the deck and found quite a few who had either had their fun and were finished or hadn't even started yet. Either way, we each grabbed a couple of beers and bid everyone our adieus and made our way next door. We found out in the morning some of the guys had to bail out since they had charters scheduled in the morning and wanted to get up early to get their boats shipshape. Tom and I found my bedroom and it wasn't occupied nor had it been. We were grateful. "C'mon stud. Let's go down on the deck and drink the beers we carried over." I suggested. There were another few couples sitting around the deck, just bullshitting. It was the first time I had been able to chat with some of the gals since arriving. It was surprising to hear that out of the seventeen gals who attended our little shindig, not one of them was still married. Four had wed and then divorced. Tom was off to the side bullshitting with a few of the other boat Captains. I got chuckling when I looked around and could see in the moonlight that everyone one of us was bare ass naked. Guys and gals alike. Kim and a guy were lounging in a double deck chair right alongside of me and I could hear her moaning a little. Damn, they were each on their sides and he was fucking her from behind. This was at the same time she was telling me about what a rotten marriage she had. The guy couldn't have been ringing her chimes for her to be able to carry on a normal type of conversation while she was getting laid. Oh well, I didn't have that problem. Some of them suggested going down for a skinny dip and all I could think of was that gal in the movie 'Jaw's' going for a midnight swim and getting consumed by a shark. Nah, I refused the fun and Tom and I finished our beers and went up to the room. As we were going up the stairs to the bedroom, the hall bathroom door opened and the light filled the hallway. I could see it was Jen coming out of it bare ass naked. I reached out and took her by the hand and led her with us. "What are you doing Cath? I am sleeping in the other room." she asked. "Patience Jen." I had noticed earlier that day, there was a hurricane oil lamp on a ledge by the window with a lighter alongside of it. Obviously living that close to the ocean they were prepared for losing the electricity in a storm. "Tom, get that thing lit and turn it down very-very low." He did and it gave off just enough light for us to see one another. "Jen, this is Tom, Tom meet Jen." They each said their "Hi's" and turned to look at me. I was the one arranging this thing on the fly. I sat on the edge of the bed and took Jen's hand pulling her toward me. "Tom, Jen gave me a great deal of pleasure the first night we were here and I am hoping she will do the same thing again." "Cathie, I never thought you would announce it to the whole group." "Jen, I didn't, just to Tom." I then fell back on the bed and while still holding one of her hands, used my other hand to reach down to my crotch and pull my pussy lips apart. "Jen, take a look at what is waiting for you." I could see her actually licking her lips and could feel her pulse racing in the hand I was holding. "C'mon Jen, do me now," and I pulled her onto the bed with me. She had her face between my legs before she hit the bed. All during this time, Tom was just standing back watching what was going on. He looked at me and I mouthed the words, "FUCK HER." She was lying on her stomach and had found my clit and was working it magnificently as I looked over at Tom to see him jacking himself hard. In another minute or so he was kneeling over her and when she lifted her head to see what was causing the weight shifting he had already positioned his cock against her pussy lips. "Oh no, I am a lesbian and I don't fuck guys anymore." She said. "Relax Jen, you have been fucked before and this will be great. You will be eating my pussy while you have a cock in yours." I nodded to Tom and he pushed in. She had soon lifted her hips higher to give him a straight line into her pussy. I reached up and put my hand behind her head again and started the pressure pulling her back to my pussy. Tom was all the way in her and started to thrust. Her brain may have been thinking "No" but her pussy was saying "Yes." She had slid up to where she was up on her knees and was throwing her ass back hard at Tom and staying in sync with his every movement. At the same time her mouth was sucking and licking my clit and pussy lips with every bit of intensity she did the first night out on the deck. I was getting more turned on then normal just thinking of what was happening and it wasn't long before my pussy was soaked again with my pussy juices. Jen was getting the first fucking she had had in a long time and I was getting my pussy eaten by her again. I had been eaten, fucked and gave a blowjob all within an hour and a half or so and that wasn't even counting when Tom ate me out on the boat. What a vacation! From the sound of him, Tom was getting ready to shoot his load again but I yelled at him to slow down. I wanted Jen to have an orgasm caused by her getting laid. He started to go deep and slow and I reached down and played with her tits. I could feel her moving a lot faster and throwing herself back at Tom even harder when she drove her face even deeper in me when she exploded with a gigantic orgasm. She kept throwing her pussy back at him harder and harder and then she pulled her self away from my pussy and pulled him out of her and turned around and took his cock in her mouth and let him finish off by shooting down her throat. Holy Shit, from a lesbian to a sex tigress in one easy lesson. The three of us just lay there afterwards. Jen was tracing the veins in Tom's cock with her one hand while the other was playing with my clit. "Guys, I hadn't had sex with a guy for almost ten years and I loved what Tom just did to me. I might have to give some thought to stop eating pussy and start going out with guys again," she joked. "Jen, you now have the best of both worlds. We will be here another day and night and I am sure Tom will be willing to share his wonderful cock with us and you can certainly eat my pussy as often as you would like." "That is going to be great Cathie but please don't go spreading it around what we are doing." She went back to her own room and Tom lay behind me and was soon spooning with me. I could feel his cock starting to rise and felt it slip in my pussy. He had a hand on each of my hips and then began pulling us closer together. Damn, it wasn't long before he was ramming his cock into me as if it were a pile driver. He let go of one of my hips and reached that hand up to play with a tit. His fingers were lightly twisting my nipple as his cock was being driven hard and deep inside me. It didn't take much of that before I was gasping for breath and letting go in one giant orgasm. This guy was one hell of a lover. The next morning I looked up and found Jen at the coffee pot. "Jen, you and I don't live very far from one another so I want you to give me a call when we get home tomorrow night. I think we ought to be able to work something out that will be pleasing to each of us." She looked at me with a solid gleam in her eyes and only said, "You bet." There wasn't much planned for the day other than to sit around and talk about what we had done since college and where we thought we would be five years from then. I was surprised at how some of the gals turned out. Linda was the smarty-pants in school and she had been out of work for the better part of a year. She had risen to an officer in a large company but they had done some serious outsourcing and her department was eliminated. There was the usual mix of office managers and sales representatives with a few nurses and an art director thrown in. All in all we had done pretty well for ourselves. Kim had come up with the idea of getting something special for Sally who had done almost everything putting this together. A few gals were going to take a ride back to the little town about twenty miles back. They came back with a nice little nautical clock and barometer set to remind her of this mini vacation. It was presented to her while we were at dinner that night. Ruth came over to my deck chair with Frank on her arm. This was the first anyone had seen them since our sailing trip. She was glowing from ear to ear. Roz couldn't resist it, "Ruth, it would appear as if you got as much as you could handle; or at least as much as your pussy could." Ruth blushed from ear to ear and all the gals around her went into convulsions laughing. But, shy little Ruth wasn't to be outdone, "Roz, we could hear your screeching as you fucked every guy on the boat crews. Your pussy must be raw. Didn't they mind fucking you on a bed that must have been soaked with the juices of so many guys? The Reunion Roz just fumed but didn't answer. That did it, every gal who had come near to hear Roz give Ruth some ribbing had come closer and had heard Ruth's response. Their laughter could have been heard back in New York City. We decided to go back to that little town and treat ourselves to an early farewell dinner. Some of the girls wanted to get an early start back in the morning and didn't want to be up all night. The food and ambiance were fantastic and there were more than a few tears shed. Sally was overwhelmed with her gift After dinner I drove over to the marine and found Tim piddling around on his boat. "Well, we are all leaving in the morning and I just dropped by to say goodbye and to let you know how much I enjoyed your company ... as well as your cock." I teased. "Thanks, I can't remember ever having a better time, even without the sex. Say, would you like to go out for a moonlight sail tonight. We can leave the dock in an hour or so and see the sunset on the water." "Sounds fantastic. Knowing how cool it gets at night around the water I think I will drop back to the house and grab a sweater and maybe a pair of jeans. Your job will be to get three other studs to join us." I jumped back into the car and made the round trip in a half-hour but not before gathering Roz, Sally and Ruth to join us. The boat is forty-four feet long, which is more than a decent size for a sailboat and certainly large enough for the eight of us. The trip out of the harbor went very nicely. There was just enough wind to fill the sails but not make the boat heel. The wine was flowing freely other than by Tom and Frank ... they had passengers to protect. By the time the sun went down at least six if us had a nice glow on and I could see that Sally, Ruth and a couple of the guys had disappeared below deck. Tom had Frank take the wheel for a while and he and I did some cuddling. One thing led to another and it seemed as if it wasn't long before I had his cock out and my mouth wrapped around it. We were up on the foredeck with Sally and Roz down below fucking their brains out. Ruth was hanging all over Frank as he steered the boat. The moans coming from the main cabin were turning Tom and I on. I had slipped my jeans down and climbed on top of his cock and let myself slide slowly down until I had it all inside of me. We were facing each other in that position and he started a long kiss that seemed as if it would never end. My tongue was halfway down his throat and I started to ride his shaft like a bronco. Much to my own embarrassment I shouted, "Ride em Cowboy" as I was taking his shaft deep inside of me. He started to laugh and his cock soon shriveled and felt like a piece of spaghetti. "Bullshit, get your face in my pussy and finish me off." I ordered. It didn't take any more persuasion than that before he had his face buried in me with a few fingers deep in my pussy. He did his old bit of licking up and down the inside of my thighs and that really turned me on. His fingers on his other hand had searched out my tits under my top and were massaging the nipples very gently. It didn't take much of either before I was wrapping my legs around his head and exploding in his face. We lay out there for a few minutes before going back to the cockpit. All of the other couples were sitting there sipping on their drinks. We all sat there just chatting with Dave, the Capt. of one of the other boats seated beside me. Sally brought me another wine when she came back up from using the head. I felt Dave's hand brush lightly over my chest as he reached forward to a cockpit table holding bowls of snacks. I thought nothing of it until his hand brushed against my chest a little harder as he brought his hand back. A few minutes later I felt some fingers massaging the back of my neck and as I turned to see who was doing it Dave was looking at me with a deep longing look. He leaned over to me and whispered, "Would you like to go forward and get a better view of the stars than you can get from here?" "Sure, why not?" I answered. We made our way over the legs and feet sticking out all around the cockpit until we could walk up the side deck to the bow of the boat. He was behind me and I felt his arms go around me holding me tight. "Don't want you falling overboard now do we?" I leaned back and acknowledged that it would be a sure way to spoil a party. He turned me to face him and lowered his face to mine and I felt, but couldn't see, his mouth searching out my own. When our lips touched his tongue was busy on my lips until I opened my mouth a little and it slid in very quickly. Damn, this guy can kiss. We sat on the forward hatch with both of us facing forward and me leaning back against him. He was moving his face around in my hair while his hand moved around my side until it was cupping my tit. He just let it lay there without moving for a while. He moved his butt around and I could soon feel why. He was getting aroused and his cock must have been getting strangled in his pants. I sort of turned sideways and put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me hard for an oh so sweet kiss. As the kiss progressed, I lowered my hand to his crotch and ever so lightly ran it across the front of his pants. Yep, he was as hard as a board. Maybe I could get the fucking that Tom couldn't give me so I told him to sit with his cock out while I pulled my jeans down and was able to straddle him and lower myself on his stiff dick. Whew, he was a lot bigger than Tom in that regard and I soon felt as if the head of his cock was tickling my tonsils. Since he was sitting on the hard deck, it was going to be up to me to do the moving around. I started to lift myself and then drop back down. The slight rocking of the boat was helping me and I was resting my hands on his shoulders as I raised and lowered myself. His hands had my tits out and were massaging them very tenderly. I love to have my tits touched and he was really doing a job on them. I locked on to his mouth for one huge kiss as my pussy exploded. He wasn't far behind me and I kept up the motion for a little while longer to milk every drop of his juices out of him that I could. When I returned to the cockpit Frank was doing the steering and neither Tom, Ruth, Roz or Dave were anywhere in sight. I could only imagine what they were up to. It looked as if everyone had enjoyed our moonlight sail. The wind dropped to only a whisper and we ghosted back into the marina rather than break the peace and quiet by starting the engine. We once again bid our adieus and drove back to the houses. The next morning was filled with hugging and talk about how we had to do this again and a lot more often. There were winks and smiles all around as we each knew just what we had enjoyed the most. It was a few hours drive for me to get back to northern New Jersey where I live and I was dragging by the time I pulled into my parking space. I dragged my tired ass out of the car, grabbed my luggage and plopped onto my sofa. The message light was flashing on my answering machine but they could wait until another day and my mailbox was crammed full of mainly advertisements. The min vacation was tremendous but I was glad to be home. I was going to crash for a while before starting on the clean up. The next afternoon Jen called and asked if she could stop by. She had some things she wanted to talk over with me. "Sure, come on over." I agreed. She was there a lot quicker than I expected and she found me still in my sheer pullover nightgown. Just panties and it ---no bra. She came in and sat on my sofa and looked as if she were flustered. I couldn't tell if it was because my tits were turning her on again or she had something to chat about that was making her feel this way. She started to talk but was soon stuttering. "Cath, would you mind putting something else on? I am getting aroused looking at you and just imagining what is beneath your pull-over top." "Oh hell, not at all. Wait a sec," and I stood and went into my bedroom to pull on a sweatshirt and jeans and returned to the living room. "Jen what is it you wanted to chat about?" She was squirming around trying to get comfortable and she had a catch in her voice as she started. "Cath, you might have wondered why I have been a lesbian. It goes back a long ways; back to when I was sixteen. My mom went out to play bingo one night with some of her lady friends leaving me home alone with my dad. About eight that night, the door to my bedroom slammed open and he came slithering in. I am using that word intentionally, since from that day on I considered him a snake. Well, he came over to the chair I was sitting in and yanked me up and kissed me. While he was kissing me his hands were under my shirt and rubbing my tits. From then on it went downhill fast. He pushed me over to the bed and while he was pulling down my shorts his other had was unfastening his pants. His cock popped out and he was rock hard. He fell on top of me and with one fast motion rammed his huge cock into me. He pumped up and down for a few minutes before pulling himself out of me and then jacked off his cum all over my stomach. He kept calling me a slut all during the time he was raping me and as soon as he finished shooting his cum he pushed me down on him and forced me to lick him clean. I was in hysterics and kept asking him 'Why are you doing this to me?' All he would say was that I pranced around the house half nude a lot just to tease him. That wasn't true but in his mind it was. He then said if I told my mom what had happened he would say I was the one who came on to him. He had a story all cooked up that I had come into the living room and sat on his lap while I was only half dressed and told him I wanted him to fuck me. He knew that would devastate my mother and she would be ruined having a daughter who would do such a thing. Soooo, I kept my mouth shut and never allowed myself to be alone with him again. When I went to college, my roommate asked me out on a date with a couple of guys and I refused. She asked me why and I blurted out I had been raped when I was younger and didn't want anything to do with men. She came over to console me and gently rubbed my shoulders and then her hands drifted down to my tits and one thing led to another and she soon had performed oral sex on me. A few nights later she talked me into doing it to her and from that moment on I had a few women but never a man. Now do you understand why I did what I did on our reunion?" WOW, by the time she had finished telling me this she was sobbing uncontrollably. "Jen, hush. I'm here and all that's in the past. No one will hurt you again." I went over to her and held her tightly against me. It took her a long time to settle back down. Her tears had stopped but she was still catching her breath every few seconds. I held her close and almost purred in her ears, "Shhhh, everything will be all right. How about if you stay with me tonight and we will have a glass or two of wine and just be girls again and chat about a lot of the things we talked about on our mini vacation?" She sobbed "OK" and I got up and went in and poured some wine. My apartment has a small balcony and with a table and two chairs. I motioned for her to come out with me and we sat and just talked a bit. I wanted to change the subject so I told her about my job and what I liked and didn't like about it. She was a nurse and she did the same. One of the things that bothered her the most was that the doctors in the hospital came on to her every chance they got. It was hard to blame them. She was one cute looking young woman. I had nothing much in the house to eat other than a dozen eggs and some bacon so I scrambled up a few and heated some bacon in the microwave and that was our dinner. "Jen, I'm beat in getting everything back to normal and I am thinking of hitting the sack early tonight. Would you mind?" I asked. "No, I am ready to hit the sack myself." she answered. I showered and by the time I had dried off, I looked out into the bedroom and could see that she was already in bed. I normally sleep nude but thought better of it and pulled on a beach cover up. Sometime in the middle of the night I felt a hand on my breast. It was moving ever so slowly and concentrating on the nipple. It was turning me on but I didn't want to react in case Jen was doing it in her sleep and not aware of it. The hand then moved over to the other tit and started the same thing. Hmmm, what's next? I soon found out. She had pulled up my cover up and had moved her hand down to my crotch and was just starting to pull my pussy lips apart. She let a couple of fingers delve inside to find my clit and she was soon sliding her fingers up and down on each side of it. It was soon hard and protruding out like a mini cock. I rolled over to face her and she instantly kissed me. "Cath, you are so understanding. I wish I had told you all about me before today." "No problem Jen. Now that I am aware of it a lot of things will make more sense." I answered her. She still had her fingers working my clit but started to drop her face down to my crotch. I was glad I had showered before coming to bed because I felt pretty raunchy with all of the rushing around I did that day. She stopped using her fingers on my clit and replaced them with her tongue. It did the same thing. Sliding up and down each side of it and then stopping to just lightly flick the tip of it every now and then. She had a couple of fingers starting to bury themselves deep in my pussy and it wasn't long before she was pumping them as if they were a cock. Geez, I wasn't expecting sex tonight but this was really turning me on. I soon had my thighs clamping her head in my crotch and my fingers entwined in her hair, pulling her face into me even further. My orgasm was huge and the rocking of my hips damn near threw her off of me. We each just lay there; me coming down from the orgasm and her just licking up my juices. It was terrific. She slid up the bed and I cold see her face in the glow from the streetlights coming in through the bedroom window. "Cath, I enjoyed pleasing you just then even more than I did having Tom fuck me when we were out on the Island. What do you make of that?" "Jen, from what you told me today, that was the first cock you had in you in almost ten years and it was just 'fucking' not making love. I have a boyfriend I could ask to come over some time and make love to you, not just have sex." "Well, Cath, maybe sometime but for now I would just as soon make you happy if you don't mind." "Not at all Jen, Honey. My clit is all yours." I answered. And that's the way it is between us in North Jersey. I'll keep you posted on any new developments. The Reunion He was the class brain and a rebel. I was raised in a very strict household. Somehow we always seemed to be assigned to sit next to each other in classes. As young teens do, we fought and fussed all the time, meanwhile growing more and more attracted to each other. We became best friends; both loved to read, same taste in books, both of us different and not fitting in with our classmates. By our senior year, we were madly in love, and had a wonderful summer fling. We shared some of the sweetest and hottest kisses I ever remember, but never had the opportunity to do more. Then college and the army interfered, and we went our separate ways. We lost touch with each other, but he was never far from my thoughts. I had tried to find him at times over the years, but never had any luck. As the years passed, I found myself thinking about him more and more. Every time I saw old high school friends, I asked about him, but no one I talked to seemed to know where he was. I joined one of those class reunion websites, but he wasn't listed. I did people searches, telephone listings, address lookups - found lots of other people with his name, but not the one I wanted. Eventually, I got another email from the reunion website about new member listings - and his was the first name I saw! I didn't even bother looking at the rest of the list. I emailed him right away. I was on pins and needles for three days waiting for a response. Finally I heard from him. We emailed and IM'd for a few weeks, getting more and more personal and flirtatious each time. I thought about him constantly. We started talking on the phone; his voice was exactly as I remembered it - deep and sweet. Every time I talked to him, I would get so hot and horny I had to stroke my pussy while we were talking. The feeling was still the same; I wanted him! We set up a time to meet; we each had to come up with a logical reason for going out of town for a couple of days to satisfy our mates. I was already at the hotel, watching out the window, when he pulled in the parking lot on his bike. Like me, he had added a few extra pounds over the years, but he still looked good. Long blonde hair, beard, and a mustache - just looking at him made my blood boil. By the time he got to the door, my pussy was dripping. He opened the door, and I didn't even give him a chance to say hello. I flung my arms around him and our mouths immediately found each other. We kissed and groped each other just like teenagers, unwilling to wait to explore each other. We fell on the bed, humping each other, ripping clothes off, tongues devouring each other. I pushed him over on his back and sat astride his chest. I told him I had waited for years to make love to him and I wasn't waiting another second! I pulled his pants down, and out sprang the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, throbbing and begging me to taste. I took him all the way down my throat - god, his cock tasted better than I had ever imagined! Velvety smooth, shaved balls . . . I sucked and nibbled on his rock hard cock, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I took his hand and started rubbing my pussy with it, feeling his fingers pump in & out of my love hole, rubbing my clit with his thumb. My pussy exploded right then, grabbing his fingers and sucking them in. I climbed up and settled my pussy over his face. He started teasing me, flicking my clit with his tongue, then sucking it between his teeth. His tongue was dancing in & out of me, his beard and mustache tickling my pussy. It didn't take long for me to get dripping wet again. I ground my pussy into his face, holding on the headboard, watching him eat my steaming pussy. He sucked my clit harder and harder. He reached up and caressed my heavy D cup tits, pinching my nipples, making me groan with the electric feelings. I reached down and stuck my finger in his mouth, strpking his so very talented tongue. Finally I could stand it no more. I came, with great, shuddering spasms. My juice coated his face. I watched him lap up my cum juices with a big grin on his face. Before my spasms stopped, he had rolled me over and lay on top of me, the head of his gorgeous cock seeking my pussy. He plunged into me, grinding against my clit, filling me with his long thick cock. He leaned down and sucked my tits into his mouth, flicking his tongue across my nipples until I was begging him to cum. My pussy sucked him in deeper and deeper. He exploded into me, pumping wave after wave of thick hot cum, yelling out my name. We lay exhausted, his cock softening in me. He kissed me, stroking my tongue with his. "I sure am glad we didn't invite anyone else to this reunion," he said. "I would hate to have to share you with anyone else!" He rolled over and began stroking me all over with his gentle hands. He licked his way down my body. Before long, his cock was rock hard again. My pussy cried out for him to touch me again. I straddled him, and slid slowly down his hard cock. I rocked my hips, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone, feeling the friction beginning to build the pressure of a mind-blowing orgasm. When I came, I screamed with pleasure. It felt like my pussy was on fire! He slammed up into my pussy, faster & faster, until he shot another load of cum. We were so relaxed that we cuddled and napped for a few hours. When we woke up, we talked and talked, mostly about what we had been doing over the years. As we talked, he stared at my tits. "I don't remember those being so big" he said. "Are they real?" "Can't you tell?" I laughed. "They're very soft. I don't think the fake ones are. Maybe you just need to check them out a little more closely." He took my suggestion immediately. He rubbed and squeezed my tits gently, sucking my nipples as he did. His cock gradually came to life again. As he loved my breasts, I began stroking his firm cock, feeling his heavy balls fill my palm. This time, we made love slowly, savoring every touch, postponing the ultimate consummation. Finally, he slowly slid his cock in me, making each stroke a little bit deeper, until I finally could not wait another second. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into me completely. We came together, both of us lost in the sensations of that moment. Afterwards, we lay together in a tangle of limbs and sweaty sheets. We dozed, waking up at times to simply stare at the other's face. We made a promise to each other that we would never lose touch again, no matter what. And we haven't. Now he lives with me, and all I have to do is look at him across the room and I'm reminded that good things really do come to those who wait! The Reunion It had been a very hard day at work and I was anxious to leave. Unfortunately, the store was filled and quitting time for me was at least another 2 hours away. Don't get me wrong, I liked my job. I was just very tired of the same old same old. I work in a video game store. Why you may ask. I love to help parents understand what it is that their kids see in the games. I have found that you can tell what kind of person a child will be from the games that they play. Well, I was at the register, about to take the next customer when I heard coming from my left side. "Gina. Is that you?" I looked up and there he was. The guy that I had dumped years before, and had regretted it ever since. My heart started to pound hard in my chest. I know that blood rushed into my cheeks, because Charles pinched me hard under the counter. "Hey there Jared. Long time not see." I smiled at him, at the same time pinching Charles back just as hard. "What brings you in here? Got a kid?" "Who me? Hell no. but I am buying for a kid. And know I got a bonus. I get to see the first girl to dump me." he said jokingly. He hadn't changed at all. His smile still could fill my vision. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth right at that second. I thought that I would not be able to say another word. "so come on give me some help. I know what she likes, but I also know she has beaten a lot of these games." I came back to my senses at that minute. With a few blinks of my eyes I gathered my composure and led him around the store and showed him the various new games that had come out in time for the forthcoming holiday. And all the time that I explained the games and systems to him, my mind raced back to when I felt him inside of me back when we were kids. My pussy watered at the memory. I didn't realize that I had missed him that much. After he had made several selections and paid his bill he pulled me to the end of the counter. "Hey, I really like seeing you again. How have you been really?" "You really don't want to know. Time has not been very good to me. I will tell you this. I am not the vicious slut that I was way back when." At that point I had made up my mind to see just how far this conversation could take me. I, after all really needed to get fucked in the worst way. It had been to long since I had been the slut that took on more than one guy in one night. "Got any kids? Married?" he looked at me with those eyes and my knees almost buckled. "Yes, but the marriage is on the rocks. I found out that he is cheating on me. So most of my attention is on my son." I had to be honest after all. This guy was the love of my life and I gave him up like he was just another fuck. I figured that I would try and show him that I had made a mistake. "I'm sorry to hear that." he took my hand gently. "Tell ya what. What time do you get off of work?" "Well, since you took so much of my time from the other customers I get off in 15 minutes. What did you have in mind?" Oh god, please, tell me this is going where I think it is going. I am happy that I told the ass of a husband of mine that I was going out for some ME time after work. And that he was going to have to watch David. "I'm not expected at home until late tonight." "Great! Your coming with me. It's been to long. I would love to catch up with you." his eyes twinkled. I knew that twinkle. That meant he really had something in mind. And catching up wasn't it. I wasn't going to argue. I wanted to be with him at this point. "Sure. I brought my car, so I'll follow you to wherever we are going. Hopefully we can stop for a beer and something to eat. I am starving." I really wasn't going to fuck this guy on an empty stomach. I needed all the energy I could get. At least from what I could remember. "Not a problem. I wait until you clock out and we'll head to a great deli that I know." his smile filled my vision again and he strolled to the door without another word. Charles must have seen the huge smile on my face. "Ok girl, what is that about? I haven't seen you smile this much since your raise. Spill!" I loved Charles in my own way. He was the closest thing that I had to a true girlfriend. He helped me through the rough times in my marriage. And I tried to help him with his lover Manuel. Even though he was my boss we had become very close in the past year. We talked a lot outside of work. And my husband hated him for it. "Long story. But if I can leave now I will give you all the filthy details first thing tomorrow. You know we are both opening the store tomorrow. And I am always here and hour before unlocking the door. So you'll get the whole scoop." I gave him my best YOU WILL LOVE IT smile. And I clasped my hands in front of me as if to beg. "It better be, Bitch! Or else you owe me a day off." laughing he went to the time sheet and cloaked me out. "Get out of here before I change my mind" I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck. Grabbed my coat. "Oh, believe me you hussy. If what I think is going to happen. It will make your toes curl." giggling as I ran out the door. I walked up the Jared and patted him on the shoulder. I told him where I had parked my car and said I would meet him at the east exit. I walked over to my car, trying not to look like I was rushing. As soon as the door closed I started to breathe heavily from all that was about to happen. In a matter of 20 minutes we had left a well stocked deli with beer and sandwiches. He took the parcels to his car and told me to follow him. At this point I didn't know what to think. I got in my car and followed him to a popular part of town. Everyone that I knew wanted to live here. I parked my car right behind his car. When I got out he handed me a parcel with the beer and I followed him to one of the homes. As we went in I couldn't believe that this could be his. "Nice place. Yours?" I was trying to sound interested in the house not his cock. "Yeah. I just bought it." I followed him to the kitchen where we opened the sandwiches and beer and tried our best to swallow what few bites we could choke down. "I have missed you, Gin. Why did we break up? The truth." he was looking at me with a serious look in his eyes. I saw sadness there. Maybe a little pain. Did I cause this. "You know what happened. You were there. You and Greg were about the fight over me. I couldn't have you guys fighting over a slut like me. I wasn't going to have it. You know this already." Bringing up the painful memory hurt all over again. There had been many a night where I sat up and agonized over that decision. "I know. I just wanted to make sure that was the only reason. You know if we would have stayed together we may have been married by now" he said this without looking at me. And it hurt to hear it. I started for the door at that point. I could not stand to hurt him again. I felt his hand on my arm. "Where are you going? You didn't finish you food." "Jared, I didn't come here to hurt you again or get hurt." I couldn't stop my voice from shaking. I know I sounded like a wounded deer saying those words. "I'm just going to go." I felt a hard tug on my arm spinning me around. The next thing that I knew he was kissing me hungrily. My knees buckled at that point. I pulled his head down to me so I could kiss him just a much if not more. I wanted him to feel my need as much as I felt his. His tongue licked at my lips, almost forcing my mouth to open to him. Our tongues fought for dominance. When he broke the kiss I was gasping for air. My lungs felt as if they would burst. "Oh no you don't. Your going to stay. Your going to give me an explanation. Your going to weather or not it kills me. I have wanted to do this for a long time. And I am going to get what I want." he pulled me toward the steps leading upstairs. My feet barely touched the ground until we got into the bedroom. He closed the door and came to me again. His kiss started light as a feather. Sweet. As we kissed our hands did our talking for us. Removing our clothes as fast as we could so we could feel flesh on flesh. Finally, after all of our clothes were shed. We climbed in the bed. "Tell me you don't want this. Say it now or I won't stop myself." his face was flushed from lust. His voice almost hoarse. "I have wanted you for a long time. I have been through a lot in the years after we broke up. But, I am not going to lie. I want you here. I want to fuck the hell out of you. And when I am done you will beg me for more." My heart leapt into my throat. Here was the man that I had cared about years ago, telling me that he wanted to fuck me. I couldn't get anything to come out of my mouth if I wanted to. I just leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly. Getting the message that I was sending, he laid me back onto the bed. He started to pinch the nipples of my tits hard the way I love it to be done. Feeling the shocks of pleasure and pain running through me I let out a gasp. His lips left mine and traveled down to my neck. He remembered that my neck was one of my sensitive points. I felt him begin to nibble the flesh there. I let out a loud moan at that point pulling his head down and letting him have more access to my neck. Feeling more pleasure than I have felt in a long time. I lost control of my body. Now I know that it should have taken more for me to lose it. But try to understand. Being married to a guy that cheated on me I hadn't had sex in a long time, and was kinda desperate. My body was on sensory overload. My hips started to grind against his. I felt how hard he had become already, and all I could think of was "Oh please, don't make me wait to long for that cock." he was right. He has gone through some changes since we last saw each other. His cock had gotten bigger. (If that was possible) I didn't remember him being as think and long as it was now. I wanted it badly. He started to move down my body and until he came face to face with my wet pussy. I could feel his breath hitting my clit as he spread my pussy lips. I shut my eyes anticipating what was to come next. My fingers were tangled in his hair. I dared not pull his mouth to me. So waited for him. But all I felt was his hot breath. His breathing became more ragged. He just stared at my pussy. I became a self conscious and started to pull him back up so I could kiss him. But he would not let me. "I want to look at how beautiful it is. It's even better than I remember. How is that possible? I want to taste you so badly. But I just can't take my eyes away from it" "Your kidding right. I have had a baby since we last met. It's stretched and not as tight as you remember." But he said nothing. He moved closer to me. I felt his tongue lick me from bottom to top. And it seemed as if we moaned at the same time. He licked me faster and deeper. I let out a scream of pleasure as I started to feel the pleasure building. Then just as I felt like I couldn't take anymore, he started to suck on my clit. Moving his tongue and lips on it. I fell over the edge of reason without another though. "AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH! Yes! Oh God! Lick me! Don't stop! More!" I screamed. My legs wrapped around his neck tightly not letting him move back. I came in waves. Rocked harder and harder by each wave of pleasure that hit me. When my orgasm finished he sat up and smiled at me. "Looks like you enjoyed yourself." he said jokingly. His smile was wicked. At the same time licking his lips. Tasting the last of the pussy juice that must have been there.. "No. Really, what gave you that idea. It couldn't have been that I just came harder than I have in years." I laughed. I sat up and started to kiss his neck running my hands low on his body. I wanted to taste the cock that was standing at attention. I needed as much attention that I had just gotten. "Down you vixen! We can continue in a minute. Lets get a beer and have a smoke. I have to try and keep my energy up if you want me to do you the way you need to be done." Jared smiled at me getting up from the bed. He helped me up from the bed, not even bothering to get dressed. We went downstairs and opened two of the beers and lit a cigarette each. As good as the beer tasted, that was not what was making my mouth water. I had him alone in his home, nothing was stopping us or me. I finished my ciggy and up behind him as he went to put his empty bottle into the recycling bin. Even though I wasn't finished my beer I had plans on what to do with the rest of it. Grabbing his arm, I walked him into the living room and pushed him back onto the sofa. "Your turn, dear. I have wanted to do this since I saw you in the store." I dropped down to my knees in front of him. His cock hadn't gone down at all during the break that we had taken. In fact it looked harder than before. I took the cold beer and stroked the shaft of his cock with the side of the bottle. The sharp intake of breath told me that I was doing the right thing. I wanted his cock to last longer than I had. I took a long swallow of the beer making my mouth as cold as possible. After swallowing the liquid I lowered my mouth to his cock. Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I heard another gasp. "Oh your still a cold bitch!" After lowering my mouth all the down the to the hilt of his cock, I came back up. "Your right. That hasn't changed at all." I took another swallow of the beer. I took his cock back into my mouth and began to pump his cock up and down. I kept this up until the beer was finished. I sucked his cock with more fever this time. I could wait any longer to taste his cum. Something else that I hadn't done while we were together before. And I developed a taste for a good explosion in my mouth. He held my head and moved my head on him and a fast motion. "Yeah, baby! You've become a great cocksucker. MMMMMMMMMM keep that up. Suck me off, baby!" his hips began to move under my mouth. I opened my throat to allow his cock to go even deeper. "OH YES! You can deep throat now! God damn!" His movements became more urgent, and I knew he was close. His cock began to swell in my mouth. I took his hands off my head, and slammed my mouth all the way down on him. I made swallowing motions with my throat beginning to milk his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, gaaawwwwd! Suck my dick!" I came back up and wrapped my hand around his cock. I moved faster and faster. I wanted his cum. I wanted to find out if he tasted as good as I hopped. His hip motions became almost jerky. His breathing was coming in gasps. I knew he was so close he was losing his mind. At last I felt his cock give a another large swell. I opened my throat at the very second that he started to cum. "Here it comes! Take it! Drink it all! He came in long hot spurts. His cum tasted sweet and salty at the same time. I liked the taste of it. But I never stopped pumping my mouth on him. It gave me some advantage to swallow it all. I kept moving on him to get all of it. Mostly to keep him hard. When he was done cumming. I ran my tongue over his cock, cleaning it of all the cum that I had missed. Savoring the taste of the juiced that was my reward for doing such a good job. We stayed like this for the next few minutes. Occasionally I would take his cock back into my mouth just to see if there was any precum there for me to have. And there always was. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "God, Gin. Where on earth did you get that good? I thought that you didn't like to swallow." "As you said. There has been a lot of changes in our lives. I love to have a guy cum in my mouth now. And there is a lot more fore you to find out about me now." I smiled. Hoping that he wouldn't find me to much of a freak. "Oh, I plan on it. I may take a while longer to find it all out. But I think I am going to like finding everything that makes you tick." We kissed right there in the middle of the living room. He got up and got us a blanket so we could cuddle on the sofa. It wasn't even dark out. And I knew that I wasn't expected home until much later that night. Even better I was expected to be drunk out of my mind. I got my purse and got my cell phone out. "Who ya calling?" "have to call home or else he will think something is up." I called home and made sure everything was alright. My son was watching his favorite movie and had eaten. I told my husband the usual. That I was going to go out with Charles and would be back late. He said he would not wait up. Like usual. I hung up and called Charles. "Hey hussy. How's it going with the old flame?" "Still going. And may keep going if I think I got him right." "Oh really. Just remember you owe me all the details. Oh, by the way. George asked if he could work tomorrow. How do You feel to having the day off tomorrow?" Charles surprised me with this statement. I had worked for the last 6 days and needed a day to myself. Then it dawned on me. "Ok. But I need you to do me a favor. And I promise that if you do this for me, I will tell you all later tonight." I hoped he would say yes. "Are you trying to do what I think you are trying to do?" "Yeah. Are you up to covering for me once again." Charles knew that sometimes I didn't like to go home. He would call my place and say that he was afraid to let me drive and that I was crashing over at his place. My husband trusted Charles because he knew he was gay. "Alright. But I want Blow by Blow. And I'll tell him that your working tomorrow at the warehouse. That way you can take your time going home." "Charles, you know how much I love you." I said with a huge smile on my face. "Yeah I know. Maybe you could give Manuel some of your tips. Things with us would be so much better. Go on, slut. Before I change my mind. Talk to you tomorrow." and he hung up. I turned the phone off and put it back in my purse. I went back into the living room and laid back down with Jared. He was warm under the blanket and he felt wonderful against me. I couldn't help but smile to myself. Here I was, cheating on my husband, and I didn't have any regrets. "Everything ok?" Jared asked "Yeah. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Well, how much are you enjoying our time together?" I hoped that he wouldn't kick me out for doing what I was about to do. "I Love it. Why?" He asked me. "Well, Charles gave me off tomorrow. Another employee wants to work. So I have off tomorrow. And Now I am not expected at home until tomorrow." I looked away from him afraid that he was going to say that I had to go. "Hmm. Then it sounds like I can fuck you all night if I want. And most of tomorrow. You see I am not working tomorrow either. I'm on vacation." Jared smiled at me then. The Reunion Since I moved away from my hometown I haven't kept in touch with many of my relatives. I now live on the other side of the state and I rarely get home. My parents called me and said there was to be a family reunion in a few weeks and I was to be there unless I wished to be disowned. Three weeks later I was back home. The family had rented out a wooded pavilion for all the festivities. I hardly knew any of these people. The ties had certainly slipped after all this time. The one person I did recognize was my cousin, Jennie. Jennie was one year older than me, as my dad and her dad were brothers, we were pretty close growing up. Jennie, would be what I would call pretty. Not raving beautiful, she was thin and and had a tall frame. I know many men thought she was attractive. She eventually married a man named Barry, after college. As I learned from my parents, Jennie found Barry in bed with his lover. Unfortunately, that person was another man. Jennie sort of went off the deep end for awhile. When Jennie saw me, a smile came over her face. She seemed as lost as I was there at the reunion. I was sure all the family hens were clucking behind her back about her failed marriage. Jennie walked over and threw her arms around me, kissing my lips. "Thank God you are here Jack!" "I have missed you so much!" I never knew anyone in the family missed me at all. However, it was good to see Jennie. She seemed sad and in need of cheering up. She placed her arm through mine, and we walked around the wooded grounds. When we came to a wooded bench off in the woods, we sat down. Jennie began to pour her soul out to me. She had no one to tell her troubles to, so she kept them bottled up until today. She began to tear up as she talked, so I put my hand on her back to comfort her. Jennie leaned her head on my shoulder and curled her hand around my thigh. As Jennie told me her sorrows, I was starting to get aroused. What the hell was wrong with me? I guess all that close contact with a woman in trouble did me in. I think my cock bulge must have hit Jennie's finger where she was touching my inner thigh. She looked down and her eyes got big. She jumped and shouted at me. "Are all men pigs?" She then began to run away down the trail. I guess all men are pigs in the final analysis. Jennie just never learned that lesson. I ran after her and caught her by the arm, spinning her around, into my arms. "I'm sorry Jennie, please forgive me." Those were the only lame words I could figure to say at the moment. Now we were face to face, our bodies nearly touching as I held her by the arm. Jennie looked into my face for a long moment. She then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. This kiss was with the tongue, not a peck on the cheek. She totally took me by surprise, to say the least. I opened my mouth and let her in, our tongues were twisted around each other. My one hand moved up under her top, the other hand was fumbling around with the buttons on the front. Somehow I managed to get her top off her. Jennie wasn't wearing a bra that day. I guess that was something else the women had to comment on that day. Jennie's tits were just the right size, with large nipples. I pushed my mouth onto both of them and sucked deeply. We were completely crazed with lust by that time. Jennie pushed her tits into my mouth and I kissed and suckled them. I bit the tips of her nipples. Jennie moaned and begged for me to take her right there. I pulled off her pants and undies, and removed my clothes as well. We walked into the woods off the path a bit, and found a grassy area. We collapsed there and began to make love. I was hard as I could possibly be, but Jennie took me in her mouth. She licked the underside of my cock until I thought I was going to pop my load,then she worked her mouth down my root. Her lips went up and down as fast as she could. My God, this woman could suck cock! I had to have her stop after a few minutes. I pushed her onto her back and spread her thighs as wide as I could manage. I am around 7 inches long, but thick as a hard salami. Jennie's eyes got wide as I pushed my mushroom head into her pussy. "Jack, That might be too big for me to take!" she said. "It will fit, don't worry," was my reply to her. I moved my hips forward and my pole parted those hot pussy lips. I slid in all the way, never stopping to give a moment's rest. once I was in I started my long stroking. Deep and hard, I took her. She placed her legs around me and held tight. We were making fuck noises there in the grass. I gave Jennie everything she wanted. "You wanted me to fuck you today, didn't you Jennie?" "God, yes, I wanted your fucking, thick cock in me Jack!" I poured my piston into her now. I didn't slow down for one second. Jennie was clamped tight on my cock, as if she was afraid I was going to pull out of her. We fucked like that for nearly a half hour until Jennie let me know she was going to explode. I pumped into her a few more strokes and then we came together. I can't remember a time when fucking felt so good as this time. She milked me dry with her greedy pussy muscles. "I want your cum in me Jack!" Jennie's constant urging made me cum even more than usual. When we finally did pull apart, there was a huge pool of our love juices staining the ground. When my cock fell out of her pussy, Jennie then moved to my cock and used her mouth to lick me clean of our liquids. We lie there for a long time, just kissing and talking. Jennie asked me if I had anyone special in my life. I told her no, there was no one. She then asked me if I wanted someone special. I told her it all depended on who it was. That someone was to be Jennie. She wanted to get away from the blackness of being constantly reminded of what happened to her marriage. She asked if I would have her. I told her, yes, if she wanted to be with me. When Jennie arrived, no one was ever to know we were cousins. Jennie found a job and settled in with me. The sex was fantastic, I never regretted a day she was with me. There was more to the story, as you might imagine, but I will save it for another day! The Reunion This is a fictitious take on an event that actually happened. Names were changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent... * The Reunion As time goes by we all get older and our pasts manage to catch up with up. Mine was no different, in the form of a letter. The Greater Reunion Company had tracked me down (thanks, mom and dad!) and sent me notification of my high school's 20 year reunion and asked if I was interested in attending. I thought about it and decided to go, and sent all the information and a check for $225 for the event and the hotel that had the convention center we were going to be at for 2 nights. Things were a lot different now. The day of the event arrived and I was ready. I had on my black suit, Harley Davidson boots, leather wristbands (the ones without spikes), and the bandana with my band's logo on it in white letters, "Conscious Nightmare". Sure it violated the dress code set forth in the letter, but I could get away with it. After all, I'm a rock star, right? I arrived at the convention center in my home town (well, city that is) and went inside. I got my nametag with embarrassing photo on it and the little pin with a mortarboard and the graduation year on it. So far so good, no one recognized me yet. A handful of people with whom I had classes with way back spotted me and we started talking about the good old days, where we've been, what we were up to. A lot of them had made it pretty big, former military officers, computer gods, medical warlords, etc... I was the only one who had taken talent as a way out and I was doing pretty well. A band with a nationwide fan base and CDs on the record store shelves. Not bad for that skinny kid with few friends. After about an hour of mingling and brief catching up, the dinner was starting and we were ushered inside by the event staff. There were eight large round tables in the conference room, each with 12 chairs around it. I grabbed a seat and the guys I had been chatting with took seats at the same table until the last chair was filled. I looked around to see if there were any other familiar faces, but none registered. After the dinner the organizers of the event did a little giveaway contest, longest distance traveled, youngest kids, most changed, least changed. When the people stepped up to the front of the room for "least changed" I saw her. Sarah Miller. My heart stopped as she turned and faced us. I had serious mad hots for her all four years, but she just didn't seem to notice me. Those blue eyes were as deep as I remembered. Her blonde curly locks had been replaced by red curly locks. That black velvet dress hugged her curves as much as I had wanted to for the four years we were in school. Her creamy complexion was as flawless as the day we said the big "C ya" to those hallowed halls of Robertson Adams High School twenty years ago. As people were eliminated from the contest she went early, mainly because she was a just a little heavier than twenty years ago. The winner was the senior class president runner up; she hadn't aged more than a few minutes in twenty years. They called out "most changed" and everyone at my table unanimously elected me to get that award. I went up and the announcer said my name and the room got quiet for just a second. That skinny kid with a bowl haircut and braces was no more. Instead there stood a broad shouldered man with dark brown hair halfway to his waist (in a ponytail) with straight teeth. I noticed Sarah Miller staring at me, mouth slightly agape. I waved and she turned a little red, smiling and looking away. The rest of the evening I sat and talked with the guys, some had kids; most were married, some more than once. We all had great time getting reacquainted and exchanging contact info. About midnight I decided it was time to retire for the night, so I bed them goodnight and headed out to the walkway when there was Sarah Miller. She approached me and smiled, offering her hand. "Oh, my gosh, Kain is that you?" she asked, still blushing a little. I took her hand and kissed her knuckle, not because I was a gentleman, but because I always wanted to. The scent of peach blossoms filled the air. Her hand lingered in mine for a moment. "I'm afraid it is, Sarah, "I said, smiling, "you look great you know." She turned her head away a little and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, go on, I'm old and fat, and you, you're so h... much, uh, different..." She reddened further at the stumble over words. "Oh no, "I said firmly, "never say 'fat', you're 'cuddly', or 'fluffy', or 'softer', I can't in good conscience let a beautiful woman speak ill of herself in my presence." She leaned over and hugged me, thanking me. "You were always such the gentleman, Kain." When she stepped back her eyes captured mine. That shade of blue didn't exist anywhere else. We stared for a moment before reality returned to us. I offered her my arm and asked, "Would you like to have a drink at the lounge with me?" She took both offers and off we went. We sat and talked about time passing by until the bartender called last call. She had married badly and divorced that bastard after three years of being his punching bag. He later ended up getting his in a drunken driving crash. Since then she had been to college and had her degree in criminal psychology and was a counselor at a prison. She made good money and had a god life, but never married, or even dated again. I started to tell of my beginnings as a guitar repairman right out of school, but she seemed to know the rest. When and were I met the other three guys who would later form the band "Conscious Nightmare" and bring just enough fame and success to live comfortably. I was surprised that she knew that much, I've run into dedicated fans who knew way less. I just had to know how she knew so much about me. "How do you know so much about Conscious Nightmare?" I asked. She grew quiet for a moment and looked down. She took a breath and gave an answer I wasn't expecting. "Kain, I've had a crush on you since 10th grade." She sat for a moment, and then started to leave. I stopped her by taking her hand. "No, wait, don't go. Please..." I said, almost pleadingly. She stopped, and then sat back down, looking rather upset. "You don't have to feel embarrassed or leave or anything like that." I continued, "Truth be told, I've carried that torch for you too." She looked up at me and smiled a little, but the tear falling from her eye told me she wasn't in good spirits. "You do?" she asked "You never said anything..." I closed my eyes and nodded. "You were popular, I wasn't, such communications didn't happen." I said, taking my last shot of Southern Comfort. I took her hand and held it. She was trembling. "You're trembling." I said. "I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry." She said with forced control. "Why apologize, you're speaking the truth, right" I replied "You're a rock star, "she shot back, "you probably have women climbing all over you, girlfriends in every city, the whole bit." I was surprised. "I've avoided that side of the whole rock and roll image, it just isn't me." I said. "I've seen too many guys lose it and fall out because of that party lifestyle, it's just not for me." She looked at me, with a pout. "I thought you'd have a wife by now, a guy like you must have countless offers from pretty young girls all the time." She said, still upset. I took her other hand and pulled her close and said softly, "I live in a 5 bedroom house with a German Shepherd named Larz. When I'm not doing music I do photography." She put her head on my shoulder and inhaled deeply. "I've made a total ass out of myself, haven't I?" she asked. I pulled her in closer and wrapped my arms around her and said she hadn't. She put her arms around me and held me. She breathed deeply and asked, "Have I ruined your image of me then?" While she was still facing me I leaned in slowly. Her eyes looked into mine as I closed the gap. Her mouth opened just a little as I drew closer. Her eyes closed as my lips met hers. The tingle carried throughout my whole body as she accepted my advance. I could feel her heart pounding as she tightened her arms around me. Twenty years of secrecy came to an end in that moment. "Um, excuse me, "said the waitress. We parted and stared at her like she had just drawn a knife on us. That poor girl turned so many shades of red. "err, it's, um, closing time, you'll have to, uh, continue, that is, ah, ..." We had to laugh. She was appeased by a rather large tip, $50 for a $7 shot of liquor. Sarah and I left the lounge and took a walk outside. The moon was in full phase and silver light shone all around. The street lights made a long line of yellow dots up and down the street. We walked arm in arm, slowly, to make that moment last. We ended up at a Denny's. We went inside and had a seat. We stared at each other over a coffee and pie. Everything that needed saying at that moment had been said. We finished up and headed back to the hotel, still arm in arm. She offered no goodbyes or farewells; we got in the elevator and knew where we were headed next. We exited the elevator on the sixth floor and went to my room. I broke the silence between us. "Nothing has to happen; only what we want to happen." I said, cautiously. She smiled, giggled a little, pulled my head to her face and whispered, "Shut up and let's go make up for twenty years!" The Reunion This couple had embraced, but moved on unaware of how each other felt. They had each been tormented over the years by seeing each other with different partners until they both settled down with families and drifted apart. The only contact being a Christmas card exchanged each year. Now quarter of a century on, there respective marriages failed they have arranged to meet. Both are aware that the other would have changed. He arrives at the motel room with time to spare and draws the curtains leaving the room darkened but with sufficient light to be able to see, he puts the door on the latch and waits. On time there is a gentle knock on the door. He takes himself to the bathroom and can hear the door opening and then closing with a loud click as it is taken off of the latch. He undresses, as he knows she will be doing in the main room. He is embarrassed to see that he is already erect with anticipation, beads of moisture forming on the tip. He enters the room and sees her naked in the darkened room, they embrace tongues dancing eagerly in each other's mouths. Both show their excitement without meaning too. His hardness is trapped between them throbbing so both can feel. She manoeuvres them still in the embrace to the bed where she gently pushes him down to sit on the bed. She is aware that he is so excited that he won't last long in his current state. With her hands on his shoulders she leans forward gently pushing him back onto the bed. As she does so she sinks gently to her knees running her hands down his chest, his manhood pushing between her breasts, she can feel the wetness he leaves in it's wake. As she gets lower he can feel her breath on the head of his glands and is beside himself in the memory of her expertise. She gently takes the oozing juice from eye of his glands with the tip of her tongue savouring the saltiness she had lasted tasted so long ago. Circling his head with her tongue she can feel him twitching uncontrollably, knowing she is driving him crazy she takes her time, gently licking and caressing the whole of his manhood with her tongue before taking his glands into her mouth. He feels the warm wetness of her mouth closing around him. He feels like he is going to cum there and then. She sucks on his cock, which is pulsating with his rapid heartbeat. She draws the fluid from him, licking the shaft at the same time. She lifts her head so that he is almost out. Slowly, so gently, she lowers her head back down until she feels his hardness at the back of her mouth, his head set against the entrance to her throat. With a little more pressure she feels him enter her throat, almost with a plop as it passes the initial constriction. She pauses to allow the natural rejection by her throat to pass then eases on feeling is hardness pushing deep into her throat. He can feel the tightness of her throat wrapped around the head of his cock then she starts to swallow causing the muscles of her throat to ripple around his glands. Unable to breathe she comes back up gasping gently for air. She licks the whole of his shaft and can smell his manhood so close to her face, she gently licks his sacks, which are also swelling and subsiding with his excitement as if they were a pair of lungs. She moves back up, takes his head into her mouth, with one hand she gently massages his shaft, with the other she ever so gently massages his balls, occasionally tickling them by lightly scraping them with her fingertips. Knowing how excited he is she gently wanks his shaft feeling more pre cum ooze into her mouth, which she spreads around his bared helmet with her tongue. Drawing deeply she again takes him to her throat. He feels the sensation and unable to hold on any longer she feels him swell and jerk as his hips buck around below her. She draws harder and takes the flood of hot semen that jets from his eye to back of her throat. She takes his head into her throat feeling his swollen head pulsing against the stretched walls of her throat, as more cum bursts down her throat. When the flow subsides she releases his glands from her throat but holds it with in her mouth to lick away the remains of his cum savouring the always salty but always unique taste. They both move up onto the bed. Embracing and kissing he can taste his own saltiness on her tongue. His hands move to her breasts, gently he plays with one of her already swollen nipples, so sensitive as she is already so turned on from taking his glands in her mouth. He gently massages her breasts, tweaking, pulling and gently pinching her nipples until they are hard. Then he moves his head down to her bosom where she feels his hot ragged breath on her engorged nipples. He gently circles one with his tongue before tantalizingly teasing the tip of the nipple by touching, so lightly, with the tip of his tongue. Eventually he stops tormenting her and takes the nipple fully into his mouth, drawing it in so that it extends even further into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the nipple inside his mouth and then holds it in his mouth by gently biting and nibbling the nipple from base to tip. He gently massages the nipple which aches where it so engorged she knows how he must feel when his cock is engorged in the same way. After taking her second nipple into his warm mouth he moves on down to find her neatly shaved mons. He can smell the mustiness of her woman hood, he is eager to quench his thirst on her. He traces the triangular outline of her pubic hair before running his tongue down the inside of her thigh from front to back then back up on the other thigh. Then nothing as he lifts his head slightly. She's left, wanting to push his head down into contact with her expectant pussy. She feels the heat of his breath as he lowers his head back down, she feels the tip of his tongue push between her sopping lips and gently run down the groove from just behind the hood of her clit to the opening of her entrance. He savours the taste of her juices, which have been flowing so freely from long before she even got to the motel. He continues to lap at her pussy's crease being careful not to enter her or touch the hood of her clit. He licks away the juice that has gathered. She knows from the sensation in her clit that it must be protruding from its hood without any assistance from him. She cannot prevent the involuntary shudder as she feels the tip of his tongue circle the hood of her clit with out actually touching it. Although expected she jumps as the electric shock of his tongue touching the tip of her clit shoots through her body. She is oblivious to all else as he sucks her clit from it's shroud and teases it with his tongue, gently nipping with his front teeth. Her body tenses as the first of her orgasms surges through her causing her to break out in to a sweat of passion. Her pussy leaks love juice so fast she can feel it trickling down and pooling in the entrance to her anus before running on down to leave evidence of her pleasure on the linen. He moves his tongue back down her crease and laps her fragrant juices to quench his thirst for her that has been building all this time. Then she feels his tongue move down past her pussy, licking away the trail of wetness. Again she shudders unintentionally as she feels his tongue circling the crinkle entrance to her anus gently taking her fluid away leaving her dry. Again she feels his head lift, then feels his tongue pushing into her love canal, lapping the walls and moving the tip around causing sensations so unlike any thing else. He eases the entrance to her pussy open with his fingers and strives to push his tongue as deep as it will go. She can feel the slight roughness of his shaved face against her skin. He withdraws his tongue and concentrates on her pussy's groove and clit. He inserts his finger into her and finds her most sensitive spot, which he works with his finger. She can hold off no longer and again her body arches up as she is once again filled with an orgasm more intense than the first. Whilst giving her the pleasure of his tongue he has again become hard. So hard the fluid is flowing freely from his eye. As her orgasm subsides she feels the entrance to her pussy stretching as so slowly he enters her. His hardness has no flexibility but oh so much better than the cold toys she's been using of late. As he continues to enter her slowly, he takes himself into the hilt making her feel so full, he waits allowing her body to accommodate to him ensuring her sensitive ovaries move aside so as not to cause her pain. He withdraws so that just the tip remains at the entrance to her pussy, then he slowly inserts himself so slightly before withdrawing again. He again enters, slightly further this time withdrawing slightly faster than he entered. He continues this feeling the sensation of her pussy gripping the mushroom shaped head of his glands, each time entering slightly further. He maintains this for some time raising her frustration that his hardness is not in her to the hilt. All of a sudden he drives into her hard all the way, not so hard as to hurt but hard enough to take her by surprise, causing an involuntary moan as the air is forced out of her lungs with the suddenness of his lunge. He holds deep inside her enjoying the feeling on his rock solid manhood and the look on her face. Slowly he withdraws and continues to massage her inner walls with his solid cock. Again she orgasms, so satisfied to have him deep within her. Her pussy is so wet and eager for him. He is so excited he can't control himself and gradually becomes faster and more selfish, this only serves to take her to higher levels of ecstasy. Feeling his manhood swell and jerk she again orgasms feeling the heat of his cumming inside her. To him he feels so big to her, she feels so full. He pumps the last of his seed into her, her pussy contacting in spasms around the root of his cock. They both collapse into each other, both so slippery with the sweat they have both built up. They lie together quite still breathing hard recovering from the physical exertion and the energy spent in cumming. His cock shrinks down to its flaccid state and slips from within her. She eases his head from her chest and moves down to take his glands into her mouth savouring the combined taste of her own sex mixed with his salty cum. She is surprised to feel his tongue licking her pussy clean, his tongue entering her with his fingers. She becomes aware of his cock growing within her mouth and redoubles her efforts with her tongue hands and mouth. He laps at her enjoying her pussy juices, which are still flowing strongly with the attentions of his tongue and fingers. Her juices bring with them the remains of his cum which he tastes properly for the first time. This causes his cock to twitch and grow faster with her tongues caressing. She jumps as his fingers wet from her pussy caresses the eye to her anus. She becomes aware that he is gradually applying more and more of her sex to the crinkly eye. Slowly he eases a finger in lubricating her tight hole. She wants to protest but doesn't, trusting that whatever he has in mind will be for her enjoyment. Slowly he applies more love juice make her as slippery there as her pussy has become. His cock is once more solid in her mouth, pulsing in time to his raised heartbeat. He inserts a second finger into her and ever so gradually opens the entrance to her tight hole, adding more of her juice all the time. He moves withdrawing from her mouth. She is still kneeling with her bum in the air. He inserts his solid manhood into her pussy and slowly works it in and out for a few seconds getting it thoroughly wet with her juice. He withdraws and then she feels the tip of his hard cock against the entrance to her, now well lubricated, bottom. He applies slight pressure. At first nothing happens, he pushes ever so gently and she feels her anus starting to open to allow him in. So slowly he eases forward feeling the tightness of her ring. He feels the plop as his head gains entry past the ring. She feels the suddenness of this invasion, at first a little uncomfortable. He stops pushing and allows everything to get used to the intrusion. Then he slowly pushes on in. It feels so full. Eventually he is in her to the hilt. He is so solid and feels so big. He carefully rolls her onto her side and locked inside her he manoeuvres them both to the edge of the bed where he sits her up on his lap. She feels his hands come round to the front and gradually work there way into her pussy, slowly masturbating her as she does so often at night when alone. She feels so full the feeling is unique. Slowly he starts to work her backwards and forwards, not up and down. Then he gradually moves himself within her until he feels his cock flick the inner most part of her. She feels it too a sensation so intense. Repeated every time he moves her backwards and forwards. Inside her it is so tight for him he knows he will not be able to hold off for long with the warmth enveloped so firmly around his throbbing erection, aching where it is so full. Very quickly the intense flicking takes her over the edge of an orgasm so intense, so different to normal orgasms. The contraction of her body around his solid staff is all too much and he pumps, with a groan, more hot jism deep into her body. Even that deep, she can still feel the heat. As her orgasm subsides she knows even then that what ever her thoughts had been of anal sex she knows she will have to experience it again as it was just so different and intense to normal orgasms. They both collapse back onto the bed. Both sated and spent. Eventually they both go to the shower to wash each other. But that will have to wait for another time. The Reunion She turned away from her friend, annoyed. "I will NOT!" They stood in the hallway outside of biology class. Joan was still trying to stare her down, but Ann would have none of it. She finished pulling her books out of her locker, slammed it shut and hurried into the classroom just as Ms. Sturvan was closing the door. At the last moment, the teacher saw Joan standing alone in the hallway. "Are you praying for rain?" she asked. Joan, shook her head, disgusted. Just about everything disgusted her these days. Her friends had stopped behaving themselves and she just could not figure out how she had lost control. Ann had really screwed things up this time. Who was she going to draw into their circle for Katie now? "Coming," she said to Miss Sturvan, and scurried into the classroom. Ann felt badly about Katie, too. It seemed that they had managed to get in each other's way ever since they met. But thoughts of the conflict faded as she let her mind wander. She shivered delightedly as she sat daydreaming biology class away. Last night had been ... unbelievable. * * * * * To Ann's way of thinking, Katie did share at least a small part of the blame for her own circumstances. Last night, they had all been at a senior's party in Ann's garage – the last one before they graduated and went on to new and different lives. Katie and Lou had been an item for a while. But Katie left Lou hanging – and more than once, too. She picked Tom over Lou in some kissing game. Ann saw Lou's face when he left and knew he was upset by it all but felt helpless to do anything about it. She always had had to keep their friendship a secret. Whenever she talked about Louis, everybody got on her case. But she really got along well with him, and they had fun together. She'd never met anyone who enjoyed reading as much as she did – or who could follow the thread of an idea through so many different forms without getting bored or annoyed with her. And sometimes the way he looked at her – he would have such an intensity ... she thought, maybe ... but then they would go on to the next joke or topic and the moment would disappear. But last night: She went out walking after the party was over and everyone had gone home. She was exhausted from all the preparation, but couldn't settle her mind for sleep. She loved the feel of the cool night air against her cheek and the quiet hush of the late night after everyone else in her world was in bed. She'd just turned the corner to start back to her house when she saw someone else out walking. Her heart skipped a beat and then quickened in a rapid-fire tattoo. That was Lou up ahead of her! He must have been out here walking for hours. She could tell by the set of his shoulders he was still upset. But she couldn't help herself – she ran to catch up. He turned, startled, at the sudden sound in the stillness. "Ann! What are you doing out here?" "Looks like the same as you; trying to settle my soul after that disaster of a party." "It wasn't a disaster! It was good!" "You're too sweet. And I appreciate that you're trying to be kind. But it was terrible. Everybody is all upset and mixed up. Including me." "You! What happened?" "It's too embarrassing to tell." They walked along in silence for a little while. Ann didn't even notice she wasn't heading home any more. * * * * * Suddenly, Ann looked up – somehow she had completely missed Ms. Sturvan's question and the entire class was focused on her – half of them laughing because they knew she didn't have a clue – the other half because Ms. Sturvan had apparently used her "praying for rain" joke yet again. Ann sighed. She wouldn't get to forget about THIS lapse any time soon. And she would have a million questions thrown at her about it as well. 'Too bad for them,' she thought. 'This is one I am keeping to myself.' Ms. Sturvan moved on to another more willing victim and Ann tried to get her focus back on her class for a few minutes, but soon gave it up again. Recent events had just been too....too....powerful for her to be able to concentrate on anything else – especially anything as mundane as schoolwork. * * * * * They walked side by side in silence for quite a while – almost brushing shoulders but never quite staying in contact. It was electric. Gradually, Ann could feel Lou's focus change. He seemed to be concentrating on the electricity, too. She looked up briefly to orient herself and got her bearings. "C'mon!" she said, and started down a long, dark lane barely visible in the moonlight. Lou stumbled a little trying to keep up in the dark, but soon was right beside her once again. He gallantly offered his arm and playfully she took it, resuming a more sedate pace. But her heart was pounding. Up ahead was her special place by the river. Technically, it was trespassing, but the gardener for the Estates knew she was there just to swim – she didn't drink or smoke or start any campfires and solemnly swore she would never do so on the day he caught her coming up out of the water. He had looked the other way when she was there ever since. She knew his dispensation really only applied to herself alone, but even he wouldn't be on the grounds in the wee hours. She could make Lou promise never to betray her secret – and she just knew she could trust him. She just knew... "Hey! Are you all right?" Lou had reflexively reached for her as she stumbled and was now holding her tightly, looking down into her eyes, her head cradled against his chest. She had tripped on a branch and started to fall forward, but he had caught her and was now holding her easily. She suddenly realized she could not have planned anything better. * * * * * The bell rang signaling the end of class, snapping Ann out of her reverie. She dawdled over gathering her things. She could sense Lou two seats behind her – waiting. He had been as unaware of the bell as she had been of Ms. Sturvan's question earlier that class. He was intensely focused on her, thoughts racing. Last night was incredible – INDESCRIBABLE -- the thought that two people could be so... And that another person could make someone else feel so... He sighed quietly. It had to be another daydream. After all, what would SHE want with him -- she could have anyone she chose. It wouldn't be the first time a dream about her would be so palpable. When you invest a large piece of your soul in someone else, the feelings are often overwhelming. A chill ran throughout his body - a soft smile lifted his lips. If only... He looked up, suddenly aware that the classroom was almost empty. SHE was standing there – waiting for HIM. Suddenly shy, he hurriedly and awkwardly gathered his things. He paused, seeing but not quite understanding ... and he watched, fascinated, as the warm red flush started just above her low cut collar and rose slowly to the base of her neck. As his gaze rose to meet hers, she flushed completely and looked down. He heard Ms. Sturvan clear her throat in the background. But his teacher seemed so distant – and the background dropped away as Ann raised her eyes to meet his once more. It was a look he'd seen just once before -- and in that moment, the reality of what they had shared rocked his world. He grabbed his books from the desk where he'd stacked them and lowered them to just in front of his hip, shifting his gaze toward the door. Ann smiled slightly and followed his lead. Ach - back to the real world -- English class was next. Sometimes the real world can be so damned inconvenient! But no one could take away their shared secret... Perhaps it's not going to be such a bad semester after all. He grinned to himself watching Ann weave between the desks moving toward the classroom door -- it's definitely better that thinking about "to and a verb you just put down - an infinitive." They moved into the swirl of activity in the hallway almost on automatic, returning greetings and answering questions, separate but still hyper-aware of each other as they drifted toward their next class in the separate spheres of male and female. Soon, they were settled in their desks, books open, listening but not listening as the class moved forward in reading aloud from 'West Side Story.' Neither Lou nor Ann had been assigned a part, but seated four rows apart, they could not effectively pass notes to each other in this class, either – not that either one could have put two sensible words together at the moment anyway. * * * * * In her mind's eye Ann returned to that moment after Lou caught her from her stumble when she raised her gaze to meet his and saw that intensity poring into her, over her -- through her. What followed had been the most incredible kiss. Every nerve ending tingled in response. It was delicate but probing, first seeking tentatively, then returning her excitement ten-fold. They pulled back, breathless. Lou cradled her a moment more and then gently helped her to stand again. The intensity was still there, and she could not for a moment even breathe. She stumbled in catching her balance and he reached out to steady her. "You okay?" "Yes....yes." The lush surroundings came flooding back. She could see the moonlight reflecting on the water just ahead. "Over here," she whispered. She moved through the woods like a young deer, cautiously placing her feet. She felt detached; her head was swimming. But she had never been so exquisitely aware of another person in her life. She reached back to take his hand. "Be careful, it can be slippery here." Gently guiding and supporting each other, they moved down to the water's edge. Where was her spot? Ah, there! She thought ... she hoped ... it was just big enough for two. She sat down on a concave rock and scooted a little to one side. Patting the space beside her, she said, "Come sit with me. This is my favorite place in the summertime, but I've rarely seen it at night. Come look at the moonlight on the water – it's so beautiful." He moved down beside her. The rock was cool, but the heat from their bodies was intense. Pressed hip to hip and thigh to thigh, the electric current from earlier intensified. He had supported himself on his right arm as he lowered himself beside her and it remained behind her shoulders, carrying the current around her and through her. As she turned toward him, she could see he was not looking out at the moonlight – only at her. The second kiss was longer and deeper. They explored each other quietly and slowly: opening a little more with each touch...with each kiss...letting their shyness drift away over the river. They sat together, softly learning about each other for an hour as the rock cooled their bodies and the moon dropped toward the water. There was a soft, pink glow around the moon that extended along the horizon when Ann suddenly realized how late it must be. "Lou, I have to go home – and so do you. My parents will kill me if they find out I've been outside this late." The first words she had spoken since they had settled in their nook were a little husky. They whispered over the water as Lou's gaze drew back from skirting the edges of her soul. * * * * * And so had their time together begun all those years ago. But somehow, the relationship never "took." They remained friends -- they even had an occasional liaison, but somehow life's events intervened and they each had married elsewhere. Lou's wife had been a friend in the beginning, but sadness and trouble had intervened, and they were distant now. Ann had actually married several times -- and was having trouble herself again, never quite finding in the men she attracted what it was she was searching for. He watched her from across the room. After 30 years she looked even more luscious than ever -- filled out in all the right places. His eyes lingered on her bottom as she straddled the bar stool. "Ooooh, how I'd love to run my teeth over that..." he mused to himself. He made his way over to the bar, taking the seat on her right. She was facing away, speaking with an old friend to her left. He freely ogled her form, her long supple hair cascading down her back, her succulent breasts displayed enticingly in a black and red top -- teasingly cut just low enough to torment the gentlemen around her. She was the flame to which they all were drawn. He reached past her on the bar to retrieve a bowl of peanuts and, as he drew it back, lightly skimmed his arm and hand over her bust, feeling the swell of those magnificent breasts. She quickly turned to glare at him. He boldly held her gaze, noticing her nipples harden. After a moment and a thoughtful glance, she turned away, chatting once again with the friend on her left. He popped a few nuts into his mouth, considering, and then ran his hand over her knee and up her thigh, tracing his forefinger into her crotch... She didn't dare glare again -- he had chosen to tease her just out of the line of sight of the man with whom she had been speaking. By this time, though, she had completely lost the thread of the conversation and was only nodding and smiling gently at her old acquaintance. Meanwhile, she pretended not to notice her old flame as he fussed with his drink at the bar. The flush started to creep upward from between her breasts as she watched his hands caressing his glass...so sensuously...as they had caressed her soft and willing body when they had been young together. Suddenly she realized that the conversation had paused and the friend on her left was waiting for a response to a question he had asked. "I'm sorry?" she said, trying to buy some time. Just as she leaned one ear toward the conversationalist, she realized that the motion put her right breast out of his line of sight and almost instantly felt a quick pinch on her nipple. This time she couldn't help it -- she jumped slightly and laughed softly. The poor man who had been trying to hold her attention realized he had lost the battle and turned away. Relieved at getting away from a conversation that had rapidly become tedious, she turned to her high school love of 30 years ago -- now facing away from her on his barstool looking innocently off into a distant corner. She swung her stool toward him and put one foot down to lean close to his ear and whisper...."You are sooooo naughty! What am I going to do with you?" and gave his ear a quick nip just for good measure. "What are you gonna do with me? Good question...I can think of about forty-seven thousand things I'd like to do with you, to you and for you. But you have to come up with something new. Be creative. I'll be at the buffet table if you're hungry at all..." Turning toward the table his face came within an inch of hers -- and before she knew what he was about, the tip of his tongue brushed her lower lip and was gone in a blink. Never having broken eye contact, he winked -- and moved across the room. Not one able to resist a challenge, she jumped down and took a more circuitous route to the buffet table. She managed to wend her way through the knots of people talking and gesturing at each other -- most looking fairly awkward in their studied versions of "business casual." She deftly steered her way around the far side of a group gathered at the TV playing a DVD of old school photos for the umpteenth time. She took up her station opposite this man whom she had loved throughout their high school years. They had been out of touch for so long ... but here they were, picking up where they had left off, as if no time at all had passed. He was still looking down at the dishes on the table. She was facing toward him but away from the crowd. She picked up a large but delicate pink shrimp from the seafood plate and just touched it to her lips while she waited for him to look up. As he did, she caught his eye and slowly slid the shrimp into her mouth, running her closed lips gently along along the body to the tail and -- even more slowly -- sliding it gently out again. Holding his gaze, she repeated the motion, watching her lover's face in delight at his obvious concentration on her movements. Placing the tip of the shellfish to her lips again, she ran her tongue twice around the top and then, after a small pause for effect, started at the tail and slowly licked upward along the body. He watched her face and every suggestive move of her lips and tongue -- his plate forgotten in his hand. Without losing her lock on his gaze, she reached out slowly to the table while again teasing the top of her shrimp with her tongue. She stole a small bit of tartar sauce from the edge of the bowl with the tip of her finger. As he continued to watch, she put a dot of the white sauce on her upper lip. She thought she could almost see the steam rising from him as her sensuous tongue slid slowly along her upper lip, gathering in the creamy sauce. She drew it into her mouth, allowing him to see how much she savored every bit as she gently closed her lips around it ... and swallowed. She heard a step behind her and popped the shrimp in her mouth as she turned to see who was nearby. She smiled as she heard a plate crash to the floor behind her. She had just greeted another old classmate and looked out across the room when she felt a hand firmly grab her hip and spin her back toward the buffet. Another hand pushed against her lower back and she was roughly propelled toward the dance floor. "Knights In White Satin" played loudly. He pulled her to his body, grinding his hardness against her, twining his fingers into her long hair, giving it a little tug. With her head tossed back in response to the pull on her hair, she looked at him ... white throat exposed. She could not believe the electricity that was building inside of her. Had they been alone -- oh .... how she ached to press her mouth to his, to feel his tongue probing into her. As it was, she pushed her hips forward, focusing now on the throbbing in her groin, matching and answering the thrust of his pelvis against her. She could feel his cock through her thin slacks and perceived it as almost scaldingly hot – the reawakening of her desire was so sudden ... and so intense. As the music swelled, he could take no more. Roughly grasping her arm he half pulled, half dragged her from the room. He turned right down a hallway -- towards the pool area. She pulled back, "Let's go to my room before..." His inarticulate grunt was the only reply. He jerked her to him and pushed his lips against hers, forcing them open with his searching tongue. Again she tried to speak, but he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling back sharply. As her head lifted, he chewed mercilessly on her porcelain neck. She whimpered softy..."Not here. Please..." Without glancing back, he grasped a handful of her blouse and pulled her through a door -- a men's restroom. The pool was closed now. No one should be using this particular room this late at night. He released her with a shove, turning to push a waste can in front of the door. As he turned back to her, she had one hand under her blouse. With a demure smirk her hand emerged holding her bra. He rushed forward and grasped her head with both hands and kissed her hungrily, reaching down to paw her now freed breasts. She eagerly kissed him back -- it was like watching two starving people attack a sumptuous feast. His arms encircled her waist and lifted her from her feet. He carried her to a stall and kicked open the door. He turned, still holding her against him, and backed into the compartment, pushing his trousers to the floor in one rough motion. Hers were next to be yanked downward. He sat back on the commode, pulling her to him. She straddled his legs and sat hard on his lap. In that one quick motion, his rigid cock pushed into her depths. He wrapped his arms around her back and shoulders, and pulled down with a fierce intensity as he thrust into her with a berserk wanton abandon. He had never felt so much like a rutting animal -- she was so beautiful and seductive that she drove him to heights of passion he had never known. As much as he had always wanted to cuddle and caress her -- at this point pure carnal lust took over -- he wanted to take her -- had to take her -- NOW. The Reunion As he pumped into her furiously, he leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked savagely, pulling the red nub between his lips, occasionally nipping the sensitive end with his teeth. She mewled with a fevered intensity, twining her fingers in his hair, crushing him to her bosom. She could feel his frantic pace building even higher, his cock bursting with the need to spill all its steaming contents into her. Her eyes rolled back as she allowed herself to become lost in the comingling of their beings. His grunts came faster and faster -- he couldn't hold back any longer. He released her tortured breast and brought his hand down between them, inserting the tip of his forefinger into her sopping vagina. With his thumb, he found the object he was seeking -- the tiny flesh button just above his pistoning cock. He lightly rubbed her clit and her eyes snapped open and a loud, surprised gasp escaped her lips. Lost in the savage passion of the moment, their eyes locked together, and they writhed as one untamed beast. Thirty years of pent-up wishes, desire and pure lust culminated in that space and in that time. Groaning and pawing at each other, there was an abrupt intake of breath -- and hugging each other more tightly than seemed humanly possible, they both exploded in a supernova of ecstasy. The Reunion I hadn't seen or spoken to anyone from school for several years after leaving high school. I was never popular at school, and had only a small group of friends that weren't very close. So when school finished we didn't keep in touch. On a whim, I signed up to one of those school friend reunion sites that have become so popular. I browsed through the people who attended the 2 schools I went to, and came across several people I found myself wondering about. What were they doing now? Where were they? It was no coincidence that they were all girls. Girls I had had a crush on no less. I sent a few messages out but only received one reply. It was from Belinda, one of my more serious crushes. Back at school we were not-so-close friends, and she never showed any signs of wanting more so I didn't pursue my feelings. We began emailing back and forth, filling each other in on what we'd been doing since we left school. She had moved out of the state, about 4 hours from where I was living. As we got reacquainted, I learned that we had more in common than I ever realised before. We were both into musical theatre, me being a musician, and her being a singer/actor. We were both heavily involved in community groups. More and more little things popped up every now and then that had me marvelling at our similarities. I'd had rather few relationships in the years since school, and even fewer long term ones, my longest being 2 years. Mostly their failures were due to not having the same interests. Now, finding Belinda had the same interests and community values as I had, I began to redevelop some of the feelings I'd had back at school. Despite our rekindled friendship and newfound common interests, our emails became less frequent over time, and eventually stopped. I guess our busy lives just got in the way. Several years later I received an email out of the blue from Belinda giving details of our class' 10 year reunion. As I mentioned earlier, I wasn't very popular at school, and I now had little interest in catching up with anyone. Except Belinda. The fact alone that she would be returning for the reunion ensured I would be there too. And that it was at a bar close to my home made the decision even easier. The Reunion I was getting so close. "Oh Bel, I'm gonna cum soon!" She increased the pace of her pumping and intensity of her tonguing even more when I said this, I could feel the pressure building and I couldn't hold off any longer. "Ahhh, I'm cumming..." She popped my cock out of her mouth and cupped one hand over the head while her other hand kept pumping furiously. The first wave of cum spurted into her hand, followed by another and another. With each spurt into her hand she rubbed my cum back over my cock head, heightening the sensation even more, and causing my orgasm to last past the point of ejaculation and into dry pulsing. When finally I stopped cumming, Belinda slowly started her pumping again, spreading my cum over the length of my shaft. She continued that while she pushed herself up to come face to face with me again. Our kisses were soft now; we were both so spent we couldn't muster the energy for anything more. But that was good, I could feel the pure affection in her kisses and I hoped she felt the same in mine. She continued her hand actions slowly until I went soft. She brought her fingers up to her nose and sniffed. She screwed her nose up in disgust and playfully grinned at me. I laughed. "How have we become so familiar so quickly?" Belinda asked. "I don't know," I replied, "But I'm so glad we have. This has been such an incredible night." "And it's not over yet," Belinda said with that mischievous grin again. "Oh no," I said, feigning tedium, "I don't wanna do that again." That earned me a playful slap on the shoulder. Belinda shuffled closer to me and we embraced tightly, side by side on the bed. "Isn't it amazing," Belinda said after a few minutes, "How a single night can turn your whole life around. I know I'll go home tomorrow and nothing will be different, but right now I feel like there's nothing wrong in the world, and although my situation hasn't changed, you've given me hope. That's all I really ever needed." I was overwhelmed that she thought I had turned her life around. But even more, I was shocked at the realisation that she'd be leaving in the morning. "Oh wow," I said, "Through everything happening so fast I hadn't even thought about you leaving tomorrow." I paused briefly, pondering all that had happened, and what was yet to come before continuing. "Maybe we shouldn't..." "Don't be silly," Belinda interrupted me. "Yes, I have to go home, and maybe it'll be another 10 years before I see you again, but I will never regret what's happened tonight, nor will I ever forget it. Or you," she added. "Yes, but I don't want you feeling like this was just a one night stand for me. I never had any intentions of that." "I know you didn't. And I didn't either. It might only last one night but it won't be a one night stand. Those are all about sex, and clearly we've enjoyed a much stronger connection than that. I hesitate to use the "L word" so soon, but I have definitely felt some serious emotions for you tonight." Although she didn't use the "L word", the mention of it made me realise just how strong our bond had become, and all in the matter of a few hours. I looked into Belinda's eyes and said with intense sincerity "You truly are a beautiful woman, Belinda. The last few hours have brought such tremendous joy for me, joy I never imagined existed until now. Love or not, you've caught me up in an emotional utopia that I never want to end." Being a male, it was incredibly hard for me to recognise what I was feeling, much less express it verbally. I think Belinda realised that too. "Oh, Mike," she sighed, with tears forming in her eyes. "Maybe I do love you. Can it really happen so fast?" She kissed me with such warmth that I had little doubt it could happen so fast. She turned her body so that we were both on our side, facing each other, and continued kissing. Our renewed kissing caused my erection to start building again, pressing into her thigh hungrily. Belinda opened her legs and my erection slipped between her thighs. Then she closed her legs again, trapping it between them. She started slowly rocking her hips back and forth, with the result that her thighs were fucking my penis. The top side of my penis was rubbing along her slit, sliding freely in the gathering moisture there. I started rocking slowly against her and she reached around behind herself to play with the tip of my erection each time it slipped between her thighs. It was a sensation I'd never felt before, but one I'd definitely want to feel again! It felt incredible, although I didn't imagine that Belinda would be getting much out of it. Almost as if she read that thought, she suddenly stopped moving, looked me in the eye and whispered, "Make love to me. I need to feel you inside me." Now that the moment had arrived, a horrible thought occurred to me. "I don't have any protection, I wasn't expecting this!" Belinda continued staring straight into my eyes. After a pause she said, "Are you clean?" "Yes," I replied honestly. "I trust you. I am clean, do you trust me?" "Of course. But what about pregnancy?" A smile spread across her face, almost completely melting my heart. "I'm on the Pill. Make love to me Michael." With that, she rolled onto her back and pulled my arm with her, so that I was half lying on top of her. We started kissing again, and I reached down to start gently rubbing circles over her clit. She grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear, "No need for that, I'm ready now. Make love to me!" I rolled over between her knees and supported myself with my hands beside her shoulders. She brought her face up to mine and gently kissed me, then whispered, almost too soft to hear, "Make love to me Michael." I was beginning to get the hint. I pushed my hips a little closer so that my cock was positioned right at her opening. We locked eyes, peering into each other's souls, and I gently pushed forward. She opened up for me with ease, in total comfort with me, as if we'd been doing this together our whole lives. As my head disappeared inside her, Belinda's eyes closed, her head rolled back and she let out an almost inaudible sigh. Just going this far I felt it was more than I ever deserved, but my body wanted more. I pushed further inside, slowly, slowly creeping forward until I was fully buried inside her. Belinda opened her eyes again, reached up with her hand and gently guided my face closer to hers. I could never fully describe the look in her eyes at that moment. It was so full of bliss, so tranquil, so serene. I felt as though I would die if she ever stopped staring into my eyes, and then she smiled. That smile. I couldn't take it, my heart pumped furiously and I just had to make love to her. I couldn't wait any more. I slowly withdrew almost to the point of exit, and then pushed back in. Belinda sighed again, louder this time, eager to get this show on the road. She started rocking her hips, countering my movements, meeting me at the depth of my stroke. Slowly but surely, I started to build my pace until we were at a relaxed, but rhythmical tempo. Her pussy gripped me so tightly I was struggling not to cum right from the point of insertion. But my desire to keep this going for as long as possible was stronger. At a steady pace now, I could concentrate more on Belinda and her reactions. She seemed to like it when I lowered my hips and thrust upwards; perhaps it stimulated her g-spot better. So I moved slightly to get a better angle. As I did, it allowed Belinda better access to her clit, and she immediately reached down and started stroking it from side to side. Seeing this turned me on so much more, and I increased my pace. As we both got faster and faster, I could feel my orgasm building deep inside me. "Oh, Bel, I'm close," I stammered. "Wait for me," she said, her fingers now a blur over her clit. "I'm gonna... Ahhh! I'm..." Her words turned into garbled noises as her orgasm exploded inside her. She bucked underneath me, almost throwing me off as her fingers brought her off. The gush of warm liquid I felt around my cock as I pumped sent me over the edge. "Shit Bel, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I spewed wave after wave of cum deep into her, two orgasms now exploding inside her simultaneously. I continued thrusting into Belinda as we both came down from our orgasms, slowly decreasing the pace until we were both back on Earth. Finally, we lay still, me still inside her trying to catch my breath back. Belinda grabbed my head and kissed me forcefully. Had I not just come down from such an intense orgasm, the kiss alone would've sent me off; it was so full of passion. Eventually I pulled out and rolled over so we lay side by side staring at the ceiling. "Wow," Belinda said. "Just... Wow!" "I know," I laughed, "That was something else!" Belinda turned to look at me. "We really have something here, don't we? I mean... I've never slept with anyone on a first date. And this wasn't even a date! There's never been such an instant connection before. It's... It's just blown my mind." "We were so instantly comfortable," I said. "Even if you were lying to me at the start," I added jokingly. Belinda grinned. "Well... I didn't want to bore you with my problems. I hardly knew you. I still don't! She looked me in the eye and asked, "But I will find out more about you, won't I?" "Absolutely. I'll tell you everything!" Belinda laughed softly. "Well not right now, I'm exhausted." She let out an exaggerated yawn and smiled at me. I smiled back, and wrapped my arms around her. Soon, she fell asleep with her head on my chest. I thought "What an incredible night." A piece of advice given to me by my father many years before sprang to mind: Don't go looking for love, love will find you when it's ready. I didn't know if what I was feeling was love, but looking at the top of Belinda's head as she breathed slowly on my chest, it sure felt a lot like it. I smiled and drifted off to sleep. The Reunion The noise level in the room was almost deafening, the chatter of long lost friends and new acquaintances flying around the room, along with the steady overhead of 90's rock. Clusters of people gathered around the outside walls of the room, leaving the dance floor in the center, where drunken hands and fingers groped and searched for an easy score. Regina had been standing in the doorway of the convention room, eying the people from her four miserable years of high school with disgust. One would think that ten years of being away from each other and growing up might change people, but in the end they are still the same. The same children that teased and manipulated and coerced each other in to the back seats of an '87 Chevy. Watching them all pour liquor and spirits down their throats and relive the "golden days of youth," was too much for Reggie, and she turned to leave without having even stepped over the threshold of the room. As she swung around to go, strong hands kept her from ramming into a particularly defined chest, covered in the most intriguing color of green she'd ever seen. The shade seemed to swim before her eyes, captivating her as it rose and fell before her. A low treble vibrated her ears, awakening her senses and finally she blinked, hearing the words that he was saying to her. "You ok?" he asked, polite concern on his face, his eyes questioning. Words started to tumble up her throat, and her cheeks to flush, but then she met his eyes. Eyes she had started at for hours on end, eyes that had twinkled with mischief and mayhem as he laughed with her, not at her. Aiden's eyes. As the realization hit her, astonishment unraveled in his gaze and the clear hazel turned murky. "Regina." For a moment his grasp tightened, then relaxed and Aiden quickly stepped back. Regina also stepped back, unconsciously rubbing her arms and averting her gaze. "Sorry. I didn't mean to run you over," she whispered, then turned to go, trying to slink away as quickly as possible. But he was too quick having already grabbed her arm, effectively stopping her. "Where you goin'?" he asked, not releasing his grip. Regina tried to free her arm but it was no use; he was holding on tight. "I was just leaving. This isn't exactly my kind of scene, ya know," she replied smiling, her lips molded against her teeth in a threatening way. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way." "We haven't talked in years, you can't leave yet," he grinned, ignoring her pointed look and continuing to detain her, his thick fingers pressing into her flesh. His eyes roved over her, remembering the awkward, heavy-set, teenager she had once been. A friend, someone to talk with during study hall, to lament to about difficult girlfriends; the person that was there for him, helping him study so he could pass physics with a C and graduate. "Where have you been all these years?" "Becoming something," Regina quipped, wrenching her arm free, and crossing her arms over her bosom, uncomfortable with Aiden's close scrutiny. "It's not polite to stare." Aiden raised his gaze and met her eyes, a shameless look on his face. "I wasn't staring. I was just thinking about how different you look." And she did look different. Her hair was no longer the rat's nest of curls, but smooth and defined, with ringlets hanging to her chin. Her face was different too, the angles still soft and round, but more mature; sensual. Regina's body had also changed: going from large to voluptuous, curvy and extremely feminine. "You look good...great." Rolling her eyes she turned away, heading towards the exit of the hotel. "Great seeing you Aiden, see you in another ten years." "Reggie, come on! Christ, just talk to me will you?" Aiden jogged after her, following her out of the sliding doors and into the warm July night. "What do you want Aiden? Wondering why I'm here alone? Why Jack isn't with me? We're fucking divorced ok, just like you predicted. So thanks, thank you very much for caring and being my friend when I really needed you to be there," Regina said coldly over her shoulder, hurrying over to her car and unlocking the door. "Hey! That's not fair and you know it," he yelled after her, slamming the door just as she started to open it. "You were the one who didn't invite me to the wedding. You were the one that didn't want to hear what I had to say. I knew you deserved better, but you were so fucking afraid to be alone that you took the first asshole that groped your tits." The sound of her palm on his cheek echoed through the quiet parking lot. Slowly Aiden turned his head back around to see her bosom heaving with anger and her eyes afloat with unshed tears. "How dare you," Regina hissed, then shoved him away from her. "Goodnight Aiden. Thank you for making this as painful as possible. Why not just tell me a fat joke so that I can go away knowing that you're nothing that you used to be." With that she jerked the door of the car open and climbed in, slamming it closed before he could detain her any longer, and setting the locks. As the tears began to flow she gritted her teeth, throwing the car into drive and taking off, scattering rocks and dust up in a cloud as Aiden stood looking after her. The empty room was flooded with light as she stumbled in, the bellhop trying in vain to keep her upright and moving as they crossed the threshold. Collapsing unceremoniously on to the couch, she gripped her purse, pulling it up to her chest and pulling out a hundred dollar bill. "Here, keep the change, and lock the door behind you," she garbled out, tossing it in the man's general direction. He took the tip with murmured thanks and left quickly, locking the door as the lady had asked. Regina moaned loudly, her head beginning to pound and the lights poking needles into her eyes from all the alcohol she had consumed. After leaving the reunion she hit the closest bar she could find, and racked up an admirable tab drowning her sorrows in bourbon and beer. She closed her eyes with a groan and rolled off the couch to the floor, where she crawled to the refrigerator that housed the various mini-bottles of liquor and schnapps. Grabbing a handful, she cradled them to her breast and tried to stand, falling quickly to the floor once more. "Fuck it," she mumbled and stayed on the middle of the living room floor, opening one small bottle of vodka and downing it quickly. She was halfway through her fifth bottle when there was a soft knock on her door. "Go away," Regina yelled incoherently, throwing a handful of empties in the general direction of the noise. She rolled over onto her side, cuddling her stash and closed her eyes, ignoring whoever came to call. Rough hands were shaking her, lifting her off the floor, making her stomach quake and jiggle inside her. Regina tried to beat off the hands, tried to free herself, cursing the person like a sailor as her stomach threatened to regurgitate all of its contents on her assailant. Would serve the fucker right for waking me up, she thought, fighting to keep her eyes closed and go back to sleep. The person kept shaking her, more roughly, and a voice began to seep in around the hazy fog of her brain. "Reggie, open your eyes! C'mon, look at me!" they said, shaking her violently, her head snapping back which brought her eyes open in a rush. His eyes stared back at her, concern wrinkling his forehead and molding his lush lips into a frown. Why? Why does he like to make me suffer? Her continued silence seemed to make him more nervous, and he made to shake her again, but she stopped him with a loud yell that made her own head ring wickedly. "Get out!" she screamed, shoving at him angrily, clumsy in her stupor. "Get the fuck out of here! I don't want you here; I didn't invite you in, get out!" Each word was punctuated by a badly aimed fist pounding into his chest over and over. Aiden took the onslaught, and then grabbed her wrists, sending her down to the floor pinned beneath him. "ENOUGH!" he growled, putting his entire weight over her, effectively ending her tirade. The air whooshed out of her quickly, leaving her speechless and panting, her eyes murderous. "Stop fighting me," he snarled through gritted teeth, forcing her legs apart beneath him and settling between them, pinning her to the ground. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I ran into the bellman in the hallway talking to his buddy about some drunken chick in 576. I knew it was your room, so I thought I would check on you. If you promise not to hit me, I'll get off of you," Aiden negotiated, lightening his hold slightly, but waiting until Reggie nodded consent before rolling off to her side. Once he released her, Regina rolled away from him, curling in a ball on her side. She tried to fight all the hurt and anger inside her, having thought that all of her tears had been cried, until a warm drop cascaded down her cheek. Unable to stop, a sob escaped her lips and she cried in earnest then, her body shaking with the effort. Aiden moved closer to her, her crying wrenching his insides and tearing at his heart. He cup her against him, surrounding her body with his warmth, rocking back and forth and whispering quiet words against her ear, just holding her till the shaking stopped and her whimpers quieted down. Even then he held her still, not wanting to hear such dejected moans again, not wanting to know what had caused such suffering and pain inside her, but dreading the thought that he had something to do with it. She relaxed back against him, unable to fight, just accepting the comfort he offered up. Aiden whispered words and hummed along her ear, tempting her into sleep, his warm form offering support to her exhauseted body. Her breathing once again regular and even, Aiden leaned forward to get a glance at her face, saddened by the sooty trials of mascara down her cheeks and puffiness around her closed eyes. He tentatively brushed strands of hair off of her face, gazing down at her, a face so different from the one he knew, but so familiar. She looked oddly peaceful after such a violent outpouring that Aiden didn't wish to disturb her, but he didn't want to leave her on the floor either...in fact he didn't want to leave her at all. He squatted down, wrapping her in his arms, and lifted her up, slowly moving towards the bed. Reggie stirred against him, turning her face towards him as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked then stiffened, trying to wiggle out of his arms. "Let me go Aiden, you'll drop me or I'll break you or something horrible," she said, struggling against him until he shook her harshly. "Quit moving, I was doing just fine," he said with another shake. "Just put me down damnit, I can walk," she hissed, kicking her legs until he did drop her...on the bed. "Umphf," she moaned, bouncing on the mattress, her head falling back. "Thanks jackass," she smirked as she looked up at him angrily, kicking her shoes off and then rolling over in the bed. "Well this is a lovely thank you for making sure you weren't dead from alcohol poisoning," Aiden snickered, walking around the bed and sitting on the edge, putting his arm behind her and forcing her to look at him. "What was all this about, Reggie?" Reggie closed her eyes, purposefully trying to ignore him, the ache in her head getting progressively worse after all the crying and carrying on. She made a move to roll over, but he caught at her hip and forced her back around, not letting her. Opening angry eyes at Aiden she prepared to let a long length of vicious words fly off her tongue, but then he leaned forward, his face mere centimeters from her own, and his breath was warm against her lips. "Don't fight me or hide from me. We were friends once...let me be one again," he whispered against her lips, looking deep into her eyes, urging her to confide in him once more. His close proximity was almost more than Regina could tolerate, her head spinning violently and her body aching with needs that had long been denied. His scent had always done it for her, a mixture of soap, aftershave, and pure masculinity. So many moments had been spent savoring that musk and wishing that he would wrap her up in it, bathe her with it and make her senses sing. But Aiden wasn't for her. He wasn't interested in anything but platonic friendship, a point he had driven home time and again by ignoring her attempts at anything further. And then the whole thing with Jack, and finding out that he wanted her for nothing more than a trophy wife; that he preferred to spend his nights not at home with his wife, but in the arms of some whore from the office, or with his best "friend," Nate. It was significantly obvious to her that no one wanted her, no one desired her. Aiden watched as emotions crossed her face, first something indescribable that reddened her cheeks and slowed her breathing until she inhaled more than exhaled. Then pain, her eyes scrunching up, her face in a wretched grimace, and then finally despair, her lips softening into a pout, her eyes opening and a forlorn look was sent his way, tears once again gathered there. He was unable to stop his fingers from stroking her cheek, brushing away the lone tear that escaped and trickled down. Her cheek was so warm, so smooth and the way that she turned her face into his hand to accept the offered comfort was endearing to say the least. "I never meant to hurt you Reggie. I just wanted to protect you, to keep you from making a mistake that would hurt you," he whispered softly, his voice low and deep. Sniffling loudly she turned her head away, resting on the pillow and avoiding his eyes. "I know. It's just...so many things went wrong. Why didn't I see what he really was? Why was I so fucking blind?" Aiden let his fingers brush over the curls at her temple, pushing them off of her face and then rubbing the strands between his fingers, marveling at the silken texture, while her words made his own heart ache. "He played you like a fiddle Reg. It's not your fault." "Yes it is my fault," she whispered, more tears streaming down her face. "I should have known. I'm smarter than that. And besides, the very fact that he even showed interest in me should have told me that something was wrong." Aiden gripped her chin, turning her face up so that she couldn't avoid his gaze. "Shut up Reggie. Just shut up. You're beautiful, passionate...just amazing. I don't know how anyone could resist you. Jack was an ass, and that's enough said. You deserve better, way better than he could have ever been," he said through gritted teeth to avoid screaming at her. "Why do you always have to put yourself down?" "Because no one wants me Aiden! You didn't even want me. So many times I tried to tell you how I felt just to have it thrown back in my face when you would piss and moan over the flavor of the month. You ignored me unless it was convenient, or unless you needed someone to stroke your ego," she yelled, rising off the pillow and scooting away from him, her anger again rising to take the place of vulnerability. "Don't lecture me on putting myself down when you are the one that started the whole process." "Reggie, stop it," he growled, reaching out for her only to have his hands slapped away. She fought him in earnest then, adrenaline rushing through her and clearing the alcohol fog in her head. Aiden tried to grab her wrists, only getting punched in the chest and chin for his efforts. With a growl he shot forward on the bed, again pinning her down. "KNOCK IT OFF!" he screamed into her face, holding her hands above her head, her bosom heaving against his chest. With her eyes all aflame with anger and her full lips parted slightly, she was too much of a temptation, and Aiden leaned forward, taking a heated kiss, devouring her lips. At first shock kept Reggie immobile, and then lust took over, all of her emotions going into this one encounter, finding an outlet for all the pain and suffering. She met his kiss and demanded more, her tongue mingling with his, her teeth capturing his lower lip time and again. Aiden growled, his fingers tightening on her wrists as she tried to free her hands, not wanting to stop drinking from her lips and tasting her sweet flesh. He pulled his mouth away, sliding his mouth over her cheek and up along her ear, flicking the lobe then biting down, his lower body hardening from the purr that escaped her lips. He released the sensitive flesh and moved lower, kissing and biting at her neck, holding her down even as she arched and pressed up into him, grinding her body against him so sweetly. A growl left his lips and he rose up on his hands, pinning hers into the mattress and looking down at her, her skin flushed and her breathing ragged. "The hell I didn't want you," he choked out around his own heavy breathing, then dove down again, kissing lower, his chin grazing the ample swell of her breast, his teeth nipping at the exposed skin. Regina tried to free her hands again, lifting her legs and hugging them against his hips, demanding more. "Let me...go...damnit Aiden, I have on too many clothes," she moaned, his mouth moving lower, inching the fabric of her shirt lower and licking along the top of her lacy bra. He released her hands and quickly slid his own up her shirt, stroking his thumbs over the warm flesh and then lifting the shirt free and over her head. Reggie tried to touch him, to wrap her arms around him and savor the feel of his body under her fingers, but once her shirt was off and his fingers found the snap of her bra, her wrists were once again captured and held down. "Damn you," she whispered, her body responding eagerly to the feel of his lips on her hungry skin. He smiled against her and then pulled the bra down with his teeth and admired the heavy breast and taut nipple show to him. It quivered, that lovely mound, dancing before his eyes with each breath, tantalizing him until his mouth watered and he had to taste, had to suckle like a babe for milk. Little kisses were traced around the areola and then the nipple was surrounded by the heat of his mouth, soothed and teased by his clever tongue. A groan left him from the taste and feel of the hardened nub, the vibrations of which traveled through her nipple and down to her core, sending her hips once again off the bed and grinding against his bulge. Her body demanded more from him, her moans begging him to take her. Slowly he teased and tormented that one breast, and then moved to the other, giving it the same treatment. Over and over his tongue traced around her breast, his teeth nipped, and his lips sucked, all while his eyes watched her writhing for him, her lips biting her bottom lip, and her eyes fluttering. His body begged to be bare against her, to feel the liquid movements of her body as pleasure surged through her, to have his hand filled with her curves. Once more he freed her hands and instantly she was scrambling to get his clothes off of him, to feel him naked and hot against her. A few buttons were lost in her frenzy, but as his chest and abdomen were revealed her mouth watered and her core throbbed. Hungrily she lifted her mouth, moaning at the first taste of his flesh, the scent that teased her before now surrounding her, tempting her to do more, to take what she wanted. His nipple was caught in her teeth as her hands shook and tried to undo the buckle of his pants. She focused on the little nubbin, running her tongue over it and around it, smoothing the wrinkled skin of his areole and then taking the nipple and sucking hard, trying to take his entire pectoral into her mouth. Frustrated with the slowness of her clumsy fingers and aroused uncontrollably by her mouth, Aiden pushed her hands away, ripping the zipper down and wriggling them down his hips, Regina's legs helping inch them down. Surprise dawned on her face when she felt him bare and hard on her thigh. "No boxers anymore?" she asked, looking up at him with a wicked grin. The Reunion I watched as Randy and Lynn walked around the building and out of sight. It was almost 1:00 AM and here I sat staring at my wife as she strolled arm in arm with an old high school buddy to our motel room next door. My cock swelled even more than usual. Lynn was seducing Randy right before my approving eyes and he didn't have a clue that she planned to get him inside our room and fuck his brains out. We had both had a rough week at work so we decided to go to our favorite dance club for one of those "lets just see what happens nights", an LJS for short. This LJS included booking a room at the motel next door for that "just in case". Lynn had decided to tone down her wardrobe a little for this trip. She instead opted for a simple summer dress and nothing else. Back in the room she had other clothes but she insisted she knew what to do with her dress. Lynn is a very physically fit 34C-25-35, shoulder length sandy brown hair and green eyes that sparkle so she looks great in just about anything. Once we entered the club Lynn directed us to a table with high chairs. Things were slow for the first couple of hours except when my wife showed me that if I stood above her as she sat at the table I had a very nice view of her uncovered tits. Plus as she spun toward me while seated in her chair her dress would open enough for me to get a quick glimpse of her smooth hairless pussy. We ran into a few people we knew so the thought of an adventure involving anyone else pretty much disappeared. Then as though they were all instructed to leave they were gone. Lynn was now ready to play a little more risque. She danced with a few men but not one of them did a thing for her. I was seated at our table alone while Lynn was gone to the restroom when someone came up behind me and spoke my name. Randy, one of my wife's old high school friends was standing there with a big grin on his face. We spoke and he asked where Lynn was. I told him and he asked that I tell her hello when she returned, he then walked away. Randy and I knew one another but not well enough to even act like old friends. It would have been useless for him to have waited on Lynn even though I knew she would have wanted him to. Randy and I just didn't have anything to talk about. When Lynn returned I told her that Randy had stopped by. She lit up. I knew she really liked him. I pointed in the direction I last saw him and away she went. A few minutes later she dragged him back to our table. Randy and I alternated dancing with my wife the next set the band played. Lynn was having a great time and so was I. She was getting a little bolder with Randy. A shot of Tequila was what she needed she told me when I asked how far she was going to take this. She smiled at me as we downed our shots and then she said "LJS' but it's looking good". Randy left to speak to someone he knew at the club. Lynn and I hit the dance floor for a slow dance. I was getting turned on watching her get turned on. I whispered in her ear "do you want to fuck him" to which she replied "I can't believe it but yes I think I do". I rubbed my growing cock against her. She smiled and said that she guessed I was okay with it. When we returned to our table Randy was back. Lynn took him to the dance floor for 3 straight songs. He had to take a break to rest he told her. She told me that she told him that he may need that energy later. Lynn giggled as she told me how hard she got Randy's dick when they slow danced. She explained that she took one of his hands and guided it down her back. She knew that he could tell that she had nothing on under the dress. She said she tried to innocently pull their hands in between them where he got a very good feel of her tits. Her nipples were hard as she told me how she positioned herself against his hardness and ground her body into him. "He has a very nice cock" she whispered. "I think it's pretty big and definitely fat" she continued. "How are you going to do him", I inquired. He would freak out if he had any idea that Lynn and I were into this together. We decided that Lynn would try to get him alone in the room. I had a plan. This club also has a pool room. I would go get involved in shooting and when the next set of songs ended she would ask him to escort her to our room. She would tell him that I would shoot pool until daylight most likely. Here I was watching her until she was out of sight. I waited about 20 minutes then I hurriedly left the club. I was having a hard time not knowing if the plan had worked. I quietly walked by our room. I stopped and looked around, no one else was around. I leaned against the wall outside our door. I got an instant hard on when I heard her moan "Yes" out loud. I retreated back to the lobby and waited. When the elevator opened about 45 minutes later Randy exited. His clothes were not quite as neat as they had been. I made sure he didn't see me. After I watched him well away from the building I headed to our room. As soon as I entered I knew Lynn had been fucked. Her dress was still on the floor at the foot of the bed. All the bed linen was on the floor and there in the center of the bed naked and covered with a huge load of some other mans cum was my sweet innocent wife. As I started out of my clothes Lynn began to speak. " He nearly chickened out" she said. As they walked to the room he had asked her if there was anything else he could do besides escort her. She had turned to him and kissed him. He was hesitant at first but she kept on kissing and rubbing against him until his cock got hard. She told me that she stroked his dick through his pants and told him that she had never thought of him as a sexual partner before but tonight she wanted him so bad. He had suggested that they sit in the car but Lynn had unzipped his pants and was stroking what she described as 8 inches of hard fat cock. She looked around saw no one and went to her knees. She sucked him for about 10 seconds then she told him "my room if you want to fuck me". He was hooked at that point. Lynn told me that as soon as the door to our room shut she released her dress onto the floor where it still laid. She stood before Randy as he admired her. Randy was nervous she said but he understood that if he ever wanted to fuck her it was now. When he was also naked Lynn claims she couldn't control herself any longer. He had the kind of body she loves and his fat cock was just what she needed and wanted. Lynn has a hard time relaying what happens once the real sex starts. As best that she remembers she sucked his cock for several minutes then he ate her to a quick hard orgasm. She says that he crawled from between her legs and kissed her hard for what seemed liked a minute or two. She felt his cock at her opening. Lynn guided him into her as they both watched his dick disappear inside her. That is when she says they both laughed and said that their friendship would probably never be the same. Lynn tells that Randy could fuck. He fucked missionary, doggie, her on top, reverse cowgirl, him seated in a chair with her op top then back to missionary. Lynn knows that she came at least five times before he let her have his huge load. She says that when she felt his cock throb inside her she told him that she wanted him to shoot all over her. She said that his first spurt was inside her and that triggered her last and most intense orgasm. She says that she knew he was cumming all over him because each time he spurted and it landed on her , her pussy would spasm again. When he finally stopping shooting off he collapsed on the bed. Lynn says that Randy could not stop talking about all the times he had dreamed of fucking her but never really though it would happen. Lynn asked me to fuck her with his cum still all over and in her. Her pussy felt great when I entered her. Slowly I fucked her as she told me that she had sucked Randy clean before he left. Lynn started to cum which caused me to explode inside her. The next day Lynn said that she wanted to fuck Randy one more time but was not in a hurry, she would save him for a special occasion. The Reunion Author's Note: On the off chance that anyone from my school reads this, fuck you. * Ashley, Becca, and I were in bed, Becca still snoring softly behind me. Ashley was slowly waking up. I hated being the only one awake. I climbed over Ashley to get out of bed. "No. I'm not in the mood," she mumbled sleepily and as soon as I was out turned over and curled up with Becca. They were so beautiful together. Damn, I was a lucky man. After exiting the bathroom, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. At about six thirty on a Saturday morning, I don't normally get any phone calls. That's why I was surprised when I heard my cell phone ringing from the living room. It only took me a minute to find it where it had fallen between the couch and the side table. I looked at the Caller ID and was a little confused when it had a Columbus, Ohio area code, but was neither my mum nor my sister, both of whom still live in the area. "Hello," I growled into the phone, not out of anger, but my already deep voice is a lot deeper in the morning. "Hi. Is this Will," a female voice said from the other end. For some reason, the voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. "Yes, it is." "Hey, Will! This is Brandy Estep! From high school!" "Brandy! Wow! I'm surprised to hear from you! I haven't seen you since graduation. How are you?" We caught up with each other briefly. It turned out that she was doing well, just as I had hoped, since she was one of the few people from high school that I actually liked. "So, what's up, Brandy? Not to be rude, but why are you calling me at six thirty in the morning?" "Oh, shit," she said. "I got your phone number from Steve and I didn't realize that you were two time zones behind! I'm so sorry." "That's okay," I replied. "I was awake anyway, so no harm done." "That's good. Anyway, I was just going to tell you that I'm in charge of our class's fifteenth reunion in a few months and I was wondering if you could come? You haven't been to the five year or the ten year and since you stopped coming onto the school website, I figured this was the best way to get ahold of you and ask, since I can't find your address." God. High school reunion. I made a mental note to kill Steve the next time I was home visiting mum. One of my best friends in high school, even though he was a year behind me. Friend of a friend kinda thing. In a snap decision, I told her that I'd come, even though I had absolutely no desire to do so. "Great," she exclaimed. We exchanged information, such as addresses and email addresses. I got the details of the reunion and told her that I'd be there with bells on. I heard the sound of someone asking for 'mommy' in the background and then she said she had to go. "It'll be good to see you again, Will. Take care." "You too, Brandy." With that, I closed my phone and sat on the couch, wondering what I had just done. "You did what," Ashley asked loudly when I got around to telling her later. "Baby, you hated high school. 'Every single minute' of it, you said." "I know, I know," I replied. "But in that instant, I realized that something I needed from high school was closure. Things were so bad and there was so much that I should have said to people back then. Maybe this is my chance to do that." "Fine," she said. "When is it and where are we going?" "It's at the end of May and baby, as much as I love you and all, this is something that I have to do alone." I put up a hand to cut her off. "Seriously. This is something that I have to take care of by myself. If I show up with one, or even two, of the most beautiful women in the world on my arms, it'll be like I'm rubbing it in someone's face. Not that that sounds unappealing, at least if you or Becca are concerned," I said with a grin. She smirked and shook her head. Becca walked in and smacked me in the back of the head. "I heard that, mister. Don't worry. I'll take good care of her while you're gone." "Oh, I'm sure you will, pumpkin." I pulled them both to me on the couch and we all snuggled there, happy to be all together. --- April rolled around and I put a little more effort into my workouts, though my new job kept me in pretty good shape. I started running a couple of miles a day, Becca joining me occasionally. The best part about it was the showers afterward. It didn't take long for Ashley to see the benefit and start coming along. Taking time off was easy, since I was the boss at my new job. I just put the most capable guy in charge while I was gone and that was that. I even threw in a couple extra days to see my mum while I was there. The night before I left, Ashley came up behind me while I was packing and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Will, I don't like the idea of you going to this thing by yourself. And I don't just mean because you'll be gone. You always told me you hated high school and almost all of the people there. Why would you want to go back and see them?" "I had a few friends, so I'm hoping I'll see them. Plus, there are things that I need to tell people that I should have said fifteen years ago, but didn't." Ashley nodded. "But what about the guys who kept pushing you around? You said if you ever saw them again, you'd kill them. I don't want to have to bail you out, buddy." I laughed. "Don't worry, kitten. I won't kill anybody. If somebody wants to try to pick up where they left off, they'll have to deal with these this time around." I turned and flexed my arms, which had gotten quite a bit bigger since I quit my office job and started at the new place. For a laugh, I started doing the Hulk Hogan pose-down bit from when I watched wrestling as a kid. Ashley laughed and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly. Ashley and Becca took me shopping for a new suit to wear to the reunion. The tailor brought out a couple of nice looking pieces in colors I liked. Ashley complained that they showed off my butt too well. We ignored her and Becca tried to get her to shut up. After a couple of hours, we found something that looked good, but was casual, at least in terms of suits. Something easy going to fit my personality. That was one of the reasons I quit my office job, though only a small reason. Wearing suits all the time made me uncomfortable. The suit was a dark gray color, with the jacket loose enough around the shoulders to be comfortable without looking sloppy. The pants had to be adjusted due to the fact that I wasn't the 'typical' shaped man anymore. I was more muscular in the arms and shoulders, not to mention the thighs and my butt. I was hardly a guy who needed custom suits, but we had the money and this was a one time occasion. It didn't hurt to put down a little extra cash on it. The night before I left, the three of us snuggled close on the couch, holding each other tight. I liked being away from my girls about as much as they liked me being away. I promised, for the fourth or fifth time, that I would call as soon as I got to Columbus and when I was leaving Columbus, not to mention when I would get to the airport back in town. Like I wouldn't have done it anyway. The visit with mum went well, mostly with her wanting to 'baby' me since I was the youngest of the two of us. I helped her around the house and the yard, even calling in a favor to get the local franchise of the company I worked for to come out and pick up some trash for a discounted rate. It was good to be the boss. After that, it was time for the reunion. I made my way there easily. It's pretty easy to find Nationwide Arena when you're downtown. I got out of the car and walked through the entrance, heading up to the large room that had been rented for the reunion. I took a deep breath and straightened my jacket for like the eighth time, even though it was fitted. Checking my watch, I realized I was a couple of minutes early. Not really a big deal. I made sure to put my cell phone on vibrate and then walked through the door. I stepped into the short line quietly. The woman in front of me didn't even turn around. When I got to the table, the lady from the Arena asked for my name. I gave it to her quietly and she handed me a name tag with my name on it. I stuck it to my jacket pocket and headed to get something to drink. On my over to the drink table, I noticed a small group off to one side talking quietly. Five women and two men, none of whom I recognized from this distance. I didn't make eye contact with any of them as I got a cup of punch and then made my way to the far side of the room from everyone. I figured that if tonight was going to be hard for me, I was going to make it at least a little bit difficult for everyone else. I turned a folding metal chair around and faced the window. For a couple of minutes, I simply sat and looked out at the lights of the city I was born in. It had been a while since I had been home and it was nice just to see how much things had changed in the fifteen years since I graduated high school. I got momentarily optimistic and thought that maybe not everything about this city sucked. It took me a few seconds to register the reflection of a smaller woman standing a few feet behind me. I couldn't tell who it was, since it was dark outside. As it was, I could barely make out her outline. "Nice night for a reunion," I said as I took a sip of my punch. I hadn't bothered to turn around. "It is," she replied. As soon as I heard her voice, I knew who it was. Tracy Bell had been one of the hottest girls in school. I our sophomore year, she started dating this guy who was a grade ahead of us. He made her miserable, making her stay really, really skinny. A bunch of people told her to dump him because of the health issues, if nothing else. Of course, none of us really liked the guy. She wouldn't though, because she was 'in love.' How you can be truly in love when you're fifteen, I'll never know. But then, I was a guy, so I was just completely in lust at fifteen. Anyway, they got married right after Tracy graduated and she got pregnant. She ended up having a miscarriage due to the health problems brought on by her low weight. Her husband blamed her and left her. That was the last thing I heard about her. I looked her over as I turned around. She looked pretty good. She had obviously put on some weight, which filled her out pretty well. "Hi, Tracy," I said with a smile. "You're looking pretty good. Even hotter than high school." She blushed. It was cute. "Will," she asked, looking at my name tag. "i didn't recognize you! We didn't know who you were, so I came over to see. Wow," she said. "You've certainly changed, too! And all for the better, I might add." "Nah," I said, taking another sip of red punch. "I just grew into my body, is all. Not like you. You look amazing. Please. Sit down," I said, indicating a chair. She laughed and sat down. "Thank you. It only took me a few years of therapy and exercise to look this way." We chatted about this and that. We were both married, her having a child, where I did not. She had a son who was going to be ten in a couple of weeks. Her husband had decided not to come so that he and their son could have a 'boys night out.' After a few minutes, I loosened up. We told stories about various jobs and such things. One thing that had changed since high school was that I had become a pretty good story teller. I realized in the middle of a story that we had attracted a group, mostly people I didn't like, but once I started talking, it was hard to shut me up. So it went for a while. People would come up and talk to someone else, recognize me, not believe it was me, and then we would end up talking. There were more women than men, some of them wives that had come with husbands. I flirted with some, throwing in more charm than I would have ever dared in high school. Being married has a great way of doing that, making you feel bulletproof to that sort of thing. See, in high school, I was the ninety-eight pound weakling. When I was a junior. Freshman year, I weighed about eighty pounds. My glasses were large and I got a haircut about every six months. I had no friends. Well, except for one guy who actually had the sense not to show up to this thing. His name was Dave, but we, his friends, called him 'Keebler' or 'Keeb' because he was small and had slightly pointed ears like a Keebler elf. Pretty much my only friend throughout school that was in my grade. great guy who went on to be the district manager of a local supermarket chain. I didn't see him much, but we always picked up where we left off when we did. I was in the middle of a conversation when I saw her walk in. Kandi. That was her real name. I had known her since we were four years old, because my mum used to babysit her. A lot of other people thought we were brother and sister. I didn't realize it until much later, but she was my first love. She was the first girl I kissed. We were five at the time. High school reunions were supposed to be about catching up and screwing the people you wouldn't or didn't back in high school. I wasn't going to cheat on Ashley, but if I had been going to, it would be with Kandi. I excused myself from the table and went to get more punch. I gulped down a cup and then got another, turning to see if I could find Kandi. I spotted her saying hello to all of her old friends. Taking a few steps that direction, I suddenly felt fifteen again. Unsure and uncertain about anything. I laughed at myself and took another few steps toward her when I saw Tracy point to me and say something to Kandi. Kandi looked over her shoulder at me, so I smiled and waved. She simply turned away. Not even a brief smile. Honestly, I was crushed. I swallowed the rest of my drink and threw the cup away. Walked into the bathroom, I leaned over the sink with my head down. After a couple of deep breaths, I splashed a little cold water on my face and dried off with the hot air dryer. "To Hell with this," I said to no one. I tore off my name tag and walked out of the bathroom, ignoring everyone who even looked at me as I headed for the exit. I could feel the anger climbing into my cheeks. "What's the matter, Will? Girlfriend giving you the cold shoulder?" I should have kept walking. I shouldn't have stopped and turned around. But I did. It had been said loud enough to get the attention of other people so, in that 'typical guy' kind of way, I had to respond to save face. "Shawn, honestly, as much as I'd love to trash you, I'm not really in the mood. Maybe in another five years." I hoped that that would get the point across and get him out of my way. No such luck. "Aw, poor little Will," he said, getting up. "The girls still don't like him and he's still small enough to get his ass kicked." He was still tall, around six two or three. He had gotten fat, too. "Seriously, Shawn. Out of the way." The group around us was getting larger. "See, Will, the problem with you is that you can't control your mouth. You talk bigger than you are. That's why I always smacked you around in school." "Really," I said. "And here I thought it was because you were a big asshole with a tiny dick." A chuckle flittered through the crowd. "That's exactly what I'm talking about right there. I mean, I'm twice your size and you talk like you own the place. Maybe you need an ass-kicking as a reminder." I stood there and stared up at him for a full ten seconds before I spoke. "Well? What are you waiting for?" "What?" "You said I needed an ass-kicking, so I'm waiting for you to start. Or maybe you need your buddies to do the work that you can't do yourself." He blinked at me. "I bet you have to call your friends over when you can't get your girlfriend off, huh? See, Shawn, you may be twice my size, but I'm twice the man you are. So, you start swinging whenever you're ready. I took off my coat and handed my glasses to Tracy,, who happened to be standing to my right. All through school, Shawn had pushed me around. Picked on me. Beat me up. I had never stood up to him. Until now. That feeling of helplessness, of never being able to get away from him, came rushing back. My hands were shaking less than I would have thought they would. "Come on, Shawn. Hit me," I said as I pushed him. "What are you waiting for? Hit me, you little bitch!" He was so startled, he fell backwards into his chair. "Just like I thought. Stand up to a bully in a fair fight and he's too much of a chicken-shit to do anything. I'm leaving." I collected my jacket and glasses from Tracy and smiled at her. Shawn tried to say something and I told him to shut the fuck up. "No," he said, still confused. "This isn't how this is supposed to be." Walking across the room, people parted in front of me. I was halfway to the door when I stopped, turned back around, and walked back to the center of the room where shawn was still sitting in shock. "I forgot," I said. "There are two things I've wanted to do for a long time. The first is to give a big 'fuck you' to pretty much everybody in the room. I have hated you for so long, it's ridiculous. Look at you all. Still here in the same city, married to people you went to school with, and with kids you never wanted. There's three words for you people. Pa. The. Tic. At least a few of us got out of this city and did something with our lives. You all? You suck. And you," I said, pointing at Shawn. You are the most pathetic piece of shit here. You had to make yourself feel like a man by pushing me around, making me feel miserable. Y'all are lucky I didn't have access to guns, or I might have been the first Columbine. Starting with your sorry ass," I said, putting my index finger in the middle of Shawn's forehead. And none of you did anything about it, other than pity me. Well, fuck you all. And, if I've offended anyone with my words, then kiss my ass because I honestly couldn't give a shit. The other thing is this." I walked up to Tracy and put my hand on her neck, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss that was filled with 'what-might-have-been's. She was startled, but didn't object. I pulled away and smiled at her, Tracy smiling back. As I walked through and away from the crowd, I realized someone was standing in front of me. It was Kandi. "Will, I'm sorry about..." I stepped around her and just kept walking. I immediately called Ashley to tell her I loved her and that I'd be home soon. When she asked if I was okay, I said that I was and that I had taken care of the old business and a couple of other things that had popped up. I was going to be fine. The Reunion The walk to the cafe was brisk. A nice wake-up after a very restful sleep. I have some great memories of this coffee shop, this very booth as a matter of fact. It was the site of my first date with my wife. In college it was the hangout. Looking around, I see it hasn't changed at all. The same worn out jukebox in the corner, playing the same worn out songs. It's hard to believe I have been out of college for twenty years. Excuse me, I should introduce myself. My name is Bob L. Head. I am married to a wonderful woman I met in college. We have two great kids, a dog and a mortgage. I am sitting in an old cafe on the eve of my college reunion. I remember my senior year as if it were yesterday... Statistics exam on Monday. I really should get some studying done this weekend, I think to myself. Fuck it, it's a weekend, party time. My thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of the old gang. They all sat down boisterously, as college kids tend to do on a Friday afternoon. My best friend, and horn dog, Craven Moorehead, piled in first. "Bob, you old reprobate!" he slapped me on the back. "What's goin' on Craven?" I replied. "Same shit, different day." he said with a big grin. The undefeated beer drinking champion four years running, Bud Wiser, squeezed his bulk into the seat across from us. "What's up, Bob?" he asked with a loud stomach ripping belch. "Buddy, where's the party this weekend?" I queried. He just looked at me disdainfully. "C'mon Bob. Don't be stupid. Where are all the great parties held? Duh. Tappa Keg Aday frat house yah moron." he emphasized the last word and let out another rumble, this time headed south. Of course, Tappa Keg Aday always had the best parties. It was rumored they were about to have their charter revoked, due to their legendary antics. They were the real life Delta's of Animal House fame. The timid and nerdy Hugo First, was next. He sat next to Bud nervously. I chuckled and thought of Mutt and Jeff. Those two couldn't be more opposite if they tried. But wherever you found one, the other was close behind. Bud was always picking on Hugo. He playfully put Hugo in a headlock and wouldn't let go until he said 'Uncle.' Red Tide pulled up a chair and set his books down with a thump. His real name was Rip but we all called him Red. Rip was a pre-med student. We always teased him about his choice of profession. He always gave the same response to our needling. "Gynecology is a great science and the best way to meet eligible women." he said with a smirk. Craven piped up, "My mom is eligible. Should I schedule her for an exam." That remark drew an explosion of laughter from the group. "Sure, if you like." he replied without hesitation. "But I just saw her last week." "Oooooooooooh, nice comeback, Rip." I cracked. "Hey, isn't that Phil at the counter?" I nodded in that direction, changing the subject. Phil McCracken was another part time member of our group. He was kind of an odd type. We all wondered if he was secretly gay. He was indeed sitting at the counter involved in an animated conversation with two guys I didn't recognize. "Yo, Phil!" Bud the ogre yelled out, ignoring Hugo for the moment. Phil looked up and beamed as he spotted us. He turned back to his comrades, and then ambled over to our table. Rip got up abruptly and pulled the nearest table over to make room. "Who's your friends, Phil?" Hugo asked adjusting his skewed glasses. "Hey fellas." Phil said in his soft lispy voice. "These are my new friends. This is Dick Long, and Hugh Jorgan." We all shook hands and asked them to join us. They sat down and drinks were ordered. True to Friday night tradition we all made plans for dinner and then discussed the evenings entertainment. It was pretty much unanimous: fish tacos. The local Mexican restaurant cornered the market on that item. Phil and his friends had other plans. I assumed they were going to Sonic. I heard them mention 'hot beef' and 'foot longs.' To each his own. By the time we arrived at the frat house, the party was in full swing. We all knew the drill; divide and conquer. These parties drew their fair share of the opposite sex, and we were more than ready to score. Bud, predictably knifed through the crowd for the keg. I swear that man could smell a beer bottle cap at a landfill. Craven and I, opted for the wingman approach. Red took up station near the bathroom, and Hugo hung back near a corner. We grabbed a beer and scanned the crowd. I had just turned toward the bar when I felt an elbow in my ribs. "What the fu..." I started, almost dropping my cup. I followed Craven's gaze across the room. My eyes locked on a goddess. Long, light brown hair, cinnamon eyes, a bright, easy smile and a fine body. I had to meet this girl. I handed my mostly empty cup to Craven and simply said, "I'm goin in." "Yah," he said absently, still staring. "You go in. I've got your back." "Well Hello there." I said in my Rico Suave voice. "I haven't seen you around here before." "Well maybe you need to take off your beer goggles." she quipped. "You know, I never thought of that before." I grinned. "Can I get you one?" "Sure." she replied. "It is a party." I returned as quickly as I could lest some other shark was circling. I handed her a beer, and introduced myself. She smiled and said "I'm Bess Dam." "I haven't seen you around campus before." I said cautiously, "Do you go to school here?" "No," she replied. "I'm just here for the weekend, visiting my brother Hoover." "Ahhh, I see. What does he major in?" trying to keep the conversation going. "He's studying civil engineering. He is going to build roads and bridges after he graduates." She was yelling now, trying to be heard over the noise of the band who was now warming up. "How about we go some place a little more quiet?" I asked. She gave me a radiant smile and nodded affirmatively. We walked back to the dorms as I knew it would be deserted. We chatted all the way back about family and school. I tried to steer her through the shortcut, but she knew the campus and wanted to see more of it. The dorm was indeed quiet. Joe, the security guard was the only one about. I waved to him on the way by his office and he gave me a knowing wink and a nod. I escorted her down the hall to my room. I grandly opened the door and ushered her in. She gazed about the room, and I offered to take her coat. Being as hospitable as I could, I offered her a stiff drink. She looked a little confused after I handed her a rum and coke. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Oh, nothing." she replied, "I thought you said something else." I shook my head bewildered and turned to put on some music. She came up behind me to peruse my music selection. "I like your taste in music." she complimented. I thanked her and asked her to dance. Things proceeded from there, and soon we were making out on the bed. She was a great kisser and I was rapidly becoming aroused. We came up for air, and she said with a shy smile, "Earlier when you asked me if I wanted a stiff drink, I thought you said 'Do you want a stiff dink." We both laughed at that. She looked me in the eye and said directly, "I don't want a stiff drink, but I will have your stiff dink." With that she reached down and began to caress my growing bulge. I let her take the lead as she undid my belt and trousers. Her hand glided into my pants and she rubbed my aching hard-on. "Mmmmmmmmmm, I like what I'm feeling." she moaned. I closed my reply and moaned as well. "So do I." She quickly stripped off my pants and surveyed what her hand had done. "Hmmm, I think I am going to have my hands, and my mouth full tonight." she said with a sly smile. I just lay back and watched her. She bent done and began to slowly kiss her way up my shaft. Feather light kisses that I could just barely feel, coupled with her hot breath blowing on my wet skin. Bess then went to work on my swollen head. Licking and tonguing around the ridge then up to the slit. She ran her tongue over the tip and gathered the precum that was threatening to run down my shaft. She drew back and opened her mouth, showing me the treasure she had found, before swallowing it down. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm." she moaned, "That is some tasty goodness." She quickly went back to work. This time taking the whole head into her mouth. She began to apply some wonderful suction, coaxing every drop of fluid out of my hard shaft. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she began to move deeper and deeper, taking more of me into her mouth. When she passed the halfway point, I tensed up and groaned. She quickly pulled off of me. "Something wrong?" she asked. "N-n-no," I stammered, "It's just that no one has ever done that to me before." She chuckled and with a gleam in her eye said, "You better prepare yourself then." Bess took her time. She would take my cock into her mouth, and then ease back until she had just the head, look at me momentarily, and then slide back down. I could only lie back and marvel at her talents. Damn she was good. When she was at the halfway point again, she did not stop. She hesitated to make sure she had my attention, and proceeded to swallow my engorged cock. I let out a strangled cry, as I could feel her nose pressed firmly against my abdomen. She then took her hand and began to squeeze and fondle my full balls. This was more than I could take. My orgasm started somewhere deep inside of me and quickly spread outward. As I began to lose consciousness, one thought went through my head; I am going to marry this woman. That was twenty years ago. I can still remember the wedding. Her parents were very wealthy, and sprang for most of it, including the honeymoon. The reception was memorable to say the least. Her mother, Hot Dam, an incredibly striking woman in her own right, gave the toast. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began. "on behalf of the two families, we thank you for joining us in this beautiful occasion. And now without further ado, I give you Bess Dam Head!" There was a pause, I thought sure it was because my new bride looked so radiant. Then the room erupted in applause as the men stood and cheered. Since then we have raised two fine children. My son, Richard, and our lovely daughter, Wicked Good, who is a spitting image of my wife. So now here I am, waiting at that same table, looking over a menu that hasn't changed at all in that time. I can't wait to see the whole gang. I have kept up with most of them, a few have drifted away. Time will tell how kind the years were to everyone. The Reunion I hadn't seen my baby sister in three years. At seventeen she decided that she wanted to move to Europe, with a promising husband and a wonderful job waiting for her there. She had met him on the internet and the relationship had apparently (I was not privy to every detail) evolved from cybersex into friendship, then through emails and phone calls into a fully blown romantic relationship. My parents were not very happy to welcome the older guy (he was about 27 at the time) for a month long visit in 2001, but they grudgingly accepted. Sadly, things didn't work out very well between them and he left early, to the great humiliation of my sister Dasha. A month later she announced that she was moving to Europe to find her husband. My parents were shattered by the news (as there had been no place for negotiation), but were too proud to do anything drastic about it. I hadn't really liked the French guy myself, but it was clear that my sister was really happy with him. I was saddened when she left as we really enjoyed each other's company, but what else could I do? She kept in touch with me more or less regularly, mostly through emails, but physical distance finally created emotional distance after a year or so. We wrote to each other every two or three months, nothing more. I was shocked, three weeks ago, when I received an email from her: her oh-so-wonderful husband had thrown her out of his home. I just couldn't believe it: he had all but literally thrown her out. Dasha hadn't said why, and I had a feeling that I'd never know the full story. It was clear from her email, though, that she was in a bind, with nowhere to go or live. I guess that most of her friends were that creep's friends, and that they wouldn't help her now that she was not with him anymore. One of her friends from work had offered her couch, but Dasha said that she was only barely welcomed there. So after wrapping things up at work, as she needed good recommendation papers for her next job, she was flying back to the States. She couldn't come back to our parent's house, not yet anyway, so I offered her the guest room at my place. She even begged me not to tell anything to either mom or dad, that she would find a way to talk to them soon. I didn't think that it was such a good idea, to hide the fact that she was coming back, but it was her decision to make. Here I was, sitting along at the airport, waiting for flight 322, wondering how our reunion would go. After she had outgrown her fourteen and fifteen year old rebellious phase, we had gotten along really good. To the point of doing things together like camping, skiing, and even little things like watching movies together. I'd been living on my own for the past 5 years when we began reconnecting, being six years older than her, but she'd often come to my place just to hang around. It was a bit peculiar, I know, but we really did have a great time together. One question was worrying me, as I was sitting near the large gate: would I recognize her instantly? I was sure that I would, but on the other hand I had no idea what she had done to her appearance during those three years or so. When she left three years ago, she had been a tall teenager with a tight body and short dark red hair. In fact, one of her favorite pound-on-herself subject was her body: "I look like a kid!" she'd often complain at 16 and 17. Small breasts, barely-there hips and long skinny legs. I knew she had the potential to become a really good looking woman, having seen many young girls flourishing at around 19, but she never believed me. What would she look like now? Well, I was about to find out: the gates were opening. I *did* recognize her instantly in the end. She was still the tall girl I remembered even though her hair were now much longer and her figure had matured quite nicely. She smiled broadly when she saw me and ran into my arms laughing and hugging me tight. "Wow! You've been working out brother!" I had. "Well yeah, it helps when the gym's in your basement!" "You look great!" she grinned, looking me up and down. She pulled me into her arms again, laughing. But after a few seconds it was clear that she wasn't all that joyous, but that the recent events had taken a toll on her. I kept my arms around her as she relaxed, and I felt that she was close to tears. We got her things and headed back home. She did cry on the way back, filling me in on the particulars of her last months as well as letting all that tension blow over. A stroke of luck in a computer project I had begun while still in high school had given me more than enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life. I sold my ideas and patents, two years ago, to a huge company I respected; one I was sure would keep doing great work on my brainchild. Why did I sell out? Two reasons, the first one being 10 million dollars. The second one was even more compelling: bureaucratic nightmare! Ten different licensees, my app bundled with 23 different suites or applications, overall selling about 250 000 copies. So I had two choices: becoming a full time (15 hours a day) boss, hire employees to work for me, deal with clients, publishers, support groups and so become a completely stressed out multi-millionaire; or else make 10 million dollars with one pen stroke and live care-free for the rest of my life. Now all I had to deal with was a really competent broker/investor and my financial future was settled. Of course my sister knew about all of this, but she was not prepared for the house she saw when I rolled onto the driveway. "Wow! That's impossible bro!" and then she laughed out loud. "Well, did you think I'd live in a puny little house sitting on ten million dollars?" "No, of course not, but I hadn't imagined this!" I had bought myself an old hunting lodge for a insanely rich family. For some reason they decided to sell it along with the incredibly large piece of land and mountain on which it was sitting. A beautiful mixture of logs and large stones, my house was a two story high wonderland for nature lovers. And even though I made my 6 year career in computers, I still love the outdoors! I think this house was what really convinced me to sell: it was 2 million dollars and even though I was worth more than that at the time, I couldn't pay such an amount without loosing most of my controlling shares. Anyway, Dasha was giggling in delight now, walking around the mansion and enjoying the view. Oh yes, the last detail: the mansion was on a mountainside and there were more hiking and skiing trails that I could count. Even a small lake an hour or so away. The late summer day was still warm and the imminent sunset was showing all the sings of an incredible show, but Dasha was too tired to really appreciate it right now. I showed her the guest room, across the hall from mine, and she dropped on the bed, falling asleep instantly. At first I thought that she was kidding, but after a minute or so of not responding to my questions, Dasha began to snore lightly. I laughed and decided to get her properly under the blankets. I pulled her running shoes off, then her socks and even pulled the zipper of her pants down until I realized what I was doing. This was not my adolescent sister anymore. She was now 21 years old and a stunning beauty to boot! I started to get off the bed and leave her be, then I shook my head: she was my sister damn it! And even though I had been single for the last year or so, there was no way I was going to see my very own little sister as a sexual object! Yet as her long legs came into view, I was not so sure anymore. Firm flesh, unblemished skin, nice hips and a tiny little pair of panties. Hmmm. I decided to leave her tee shirt where it was and to simply pull the thin blanket over her. But she was lying *over* the blanket. I began turning her over, saying her name so that she would wake up for a second or two. But she didn't wake up and I had to turn her over. A thong. That tiny pair of panties were in fact a thong. Oh my God: I was staring at my sister's ass like a lewd old man! By an act of will, I turned her over once more and managed to free the blanket. I sighed as I closed the door behind me, hoping that she wouldn't mind too much. I was not so sure that undressing her was a good idea anymore, but I was about to put her pants back on! I spent the evening in fear that she would wake up and scream, calling me a pervert from across the house... She didn't: she slept all the way to 10 o'clock next morning. The first thing I heard from her room as I was cooking breakfast were those words: "Wow David! This really smells wonderful!" she said in a slightly sleepy voice. "Eggs and bacon ready for you Dash... You coming?" "Yeah..." she said through a yawn, walking out of her room. Naked. Walking out of her room naked. I was staring at her, the bowl of bacon hanging sideways in my hand. Even through a yawn and with her hair in completely wild disarray, Dasha was one of the most sexy things I had ever seen in my life. Her legs were just as long and scrumptious as they had looked yesterday night, her hips just as feminine, but her shaved pussy, slender waist, nicely rounded breasts were something else. She looked like a fantasy coming to life in front of my eyes. Large, probably C-cups breasts with proud pink nipples staring right at me, jiggling with each of her steps... "Dasha!" "What?" she said, looking up at me "You're naked!" "Yes... Oh, you mind?" She stopped walking, clearly uncomfortable. "Well, of course!" "Oh... OK, just give a minute then..." She turned around and walked back to her room, and I forced myself not to look at her ass. Again. But there it was, in all it's tight, compact and perky glory! The bowl of bacon nearly fell to the floor, but I grasped it firmly and walked to the table. Sitting, while waiting for my sister to return, I tried my best to forget what I had just seen. It was hard. Very hard. Just as my cock was becoming actually. I had outgrown the instant erection nudity caused in young adolescent males, but I wasn't completely immuned either... Dasha was slightly red faced when she returned, decently dressed, she but smiled at me. "I'm sorry David... I didn't even thought that it could bother you..." "I find that hard to believe..." "No, I mean it." she smiled at me again. "I think you'd like in France my brother. Topless beaches everywhere, nudity among close friends not being a taboo at all... Listen I'm sorry, " she said, placing her hand on my arm. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "That's alright. I was... surprised I guess. I was actually worried that you might be angry with me for undressing you last night. " "Really? Aw, that's sweet David..." she grinned at me. "But I'm not a little girl anymore: I don't mind if you look at me, especially if all you wanted was to make me more comfortable. So, what about that bacon?" We ate together while bringing each other up to date on our lives. Apparently her life in France was not all that great. She hadn't manage to make any real friends, her bad French being a major obstacle. Her relationship with her husband had been steadily degrading for the past five or six months, and she had seen the inevitable break-up coming for the last two. Dasha hadn't known what to do, all alone in France with no one to talk to. She hadn't managed to find the courage to call even me, the closest person in her life since she decided to leave. In the end she had had no choices, and I told her that I was really glad that she turned to me. She cried a few tears during breakfast, but as the crisis had been going on for two months, she was not completely in shambles. After eating more bacon than I thought she would, judging by her slim figure, Dasha got up and wanted to take in the sun on my deck. "You'd think I'd spend most of my summer days naked under the sun in the south of France, but the weather is really weird. When you expect it to be dry it's humid and vice-versa, and at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, every afternoon, everything just becomes ridiculous." "Go ahead... Nothing like the north-eastern states for a good tan!" Dasha laughed at the joke, but added: "As weird as it sounds you're right David! For me at least... Now, you *would* mind if I tanned naked?" she asked, her head lowered, a little smile on her lips. "Yes. Sorry if I'm not French enough for you, but I'm not comfortable looking at my sister naked." "Ok then. I understand if you don't find me pretty..." Oh damn it... She was trying to play with me. "Stop it you little pest!" We laughed at her old pet name. "If you're fishing for compliments, do it directly!" She waited. "Well?" "You serious Dasha? Oh, OK then. Now then. You really, really look good Dasha... Do you remember how I told you you'd become a beauty queen? Well, here you are." "Thanks big brother..." she leaned over and kissed me. On the mouth. A short, dry kiss, but still... As she walked back to her room, I assumed it was another one of those French customs... I went downstairs to clean up the mess there, in the room where all the useless junk I bought went. I admit, I spent my first millionaire year buying a truckload of worthless gadgets, toys and random things. After a while I wised up, but I still couldn't throw those things away. When I walked back up an hour later, Dasha was still tanning on the deck, face down. She was covered with water, probably having taken a quick dip in the pool, and she was also wearing a bikini thong. And nothing else, of course. I sighed, looking at the beauty tanning on my deck. She had curves that could make a pope hard, and even though I was her brother I couldn't help enjoying the view. Her head was turned the other way and I leaned against the window to take a good look. Long thin legs, but smooth and curved just right. She was thin, but her legs were just gorgeous, not too thin like so many models. But her ass was just unbelievable. Small and narrow like the rest of her body, but bulbous, more rounded than any ass had a right to be. It bulged up from her lean thighs and curved back down into the small of her back and to her elfin waist. Water had dribbled down from her ass and back to that little valley, some of it trapped in the chasm between her back muscles. I could see the side of her left breast, all smooth and firm. Her long ginger hair all pushed to the side revealed her delicate shoulders and neck, and even a small tattoo I had never heard about! From afar it looked like a little character, but I couldn't be sure. It was placed right below her hair line, and may very well be the second person to ever see it! But that ass of hers was just too much. I sat down on a chair and stared at it shamelessly, trembling when she moved, pushing it up for a few seconds. Computers had given me 10 million dollars (and counting, if we considered the interests), but it had also severely restricted my choice of girlfriends. Somehow I had never found an attractive girl that interested me romantically. And in any case most of those attractive girls wouldn't even give me the time of day. For a time Dasha's friends had been barely fair game, but none of them saw me as anything else than Dasha's big brother. I could have been the key to beer and a car, but it seemed it wasn't enough. Despite all this I'd had three steady girlfriends and a few adventures, but none of them had looked anything like Dasha was looking now. I think I'd give half my money to bury my face between those buttocks of hers! But I shook my head, trying to clean it from that incestual bullshit. I got up, removed my tee-shirt and joined Dasha on the deck. Knowing I couldn't let her see my cock underneath my boxers, I ran straight for the pool and jumped. I'd really needed that cold water on my cock! I jumped up from the depths, shouting: "Whew! That's colder than I thought!" Dasha looked up, smiling. "You didn't have to jump into it silly!" she laughed, careful to keep her breasts decently hidden. "I don't like waiting for my body to adjust slowly... I prefer the shock therapy than the slow torture!" "Suit yourself!" I made a few laps, happy to see that my body was cooling down. After a while I looked up and saw Dasha looking at me. She was sitting up, her bikini top where it belonged, looking at me. "Why don't you stand up for me David?" "Why?" "I want to see what you look like after all those years..." she said, a mischievous gleam i her eyes. I stood up, in the shallow end, and reddened when she whistled at me. "Oh please stop Dasha!" "No, I'm serious... If you'd had a body like that four years ago, my friends would have fought each other to have you!" "Come on..." "What's happening? Have you become the one unable to accept compliments now?" I splashed her with water and she squealed. I did it a second time as she was getting up and saw that she was running towards me. "Now you're going to get it big brother!" And she jumped down in the water, nearly drowning me with the huge splash. I tried getting away, but I was already inordinately nervous: we were obviously going to have a little fight in the pool. I read too many erotic stories not to realize just how dangerous the situation was. But damn it, Dasha was my sister! What would it matter if we accidentally felt each other up? It's not like anything was going to happen! And Dasha seemed completely oblivious to the implications of such a fight, with nothing but boxers and a tiny bikini between us and full nudity. Actually she clearly didn't care at all. As I was jumping away from her she grabbed my foot and pulled me back. When I turned around and roared, she laughed and squealed. I grabbed that tiny waist of hers and threw her bodily towards the deeper end of the pool. I jumped after her but before I could do anything she had grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me under. Blindly I grabbed her thighs and used her body to pull myself up. Then Dasha did something that would inextricably change the rest of this fight. I was expecting a casual fight with equally casual slips of the hands, thighs, asses and breasts tentatively fair game. But when she grabbed my boxers and pulled them down to my knees, my eyes opened wide in surprise. As I scrambled to pull them back up, she pushed me down again, laughing loudly. I tried swimming back to the shallow end but she was right behind me, pulling me down and splashing me. I finally managed to get my knees on the bottom and pull my boxers off. "Ah ah! Afraid to show your little behind David?" Dasha was laughing really hard. "And you? Afraid to show yours?" And I grabbed her under her shoulders and pulled her up until she stood in the shallow end. She was laughing so hard that she was barely able to resist. When I turned her around and looked at her ass, I found *myself* unable to resist: I spanked her tight little ass. And I immediately my mind screamed to itself: "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?" Dasha turned around, dead serious, and screamed the same thing at me. My eyes were wide opened in surprise: I just couldn't believe myself. In front of me, Dasha frowned, rubbing her left buttock. "What's wrong with you David? Too long without a girlfriend and you think that your sexy little sister won't mind if you paw her?" "No! I never meant to..." I was stammering, completely flushed in shame... "Oh Dasha I'm so sorry! Please—" But then I was cut off, finding myself flying backwards until I splashed in the deep end of the pool. When I surfaced Dasha was bent over in laughter, slapping her scrumptious thighs with her hands. "You fell for it big brother! I can't believe it!" Her eyes were closed, and she never saw me coming. I was still slightly in shock about the whole thing, but I knew I had to keep going regardless. I jumped towards her and grabbed her in my arms. Then, with my left hand completely opened on her ass, I pushed her as far as I could back towards the deep end. The Reunion And immediately jumped after her once again. But this time there was going to be no quarters given. We fought above and below the waterline, tickling and pushing each other underwater. Our hands were beginning to be less and less picky about what they grabbed, and at one point her hand slipped up from my thigh, underneath my boxers and directly onto my ass. Dasha squeezed her hand, feeling my butt. Above the water she said: "Ooohh David, you've really been working out!" And then she pinched me hard. I pushed her away as she was laughing, but now I was against the side of the pool. I leaped onto her as she was trying to move away. I reached up and grabbed her waist, wanting to pull her back. But she twisted and my hands slipped. All the way down her wonderful ass, hips and thighs. A mere fraction of a second: my fingers were numb with bliss, my cock pulling on my blood like a vacuum. Slick skin, smooth flesh, perky ass. I felt her supple skin give way under my thumbs, and discovered instantly that never before had I felt such a wonderful body before. Then immediately afterward I discovered something else: I was holding Dasha's thong in my hands. As if the long caress hadn't been enough, my face reddened even more and I threw it towards Dasha. She saw my discomfiture and laughed: "What's wrong David? Afraid I'll jump you without it?" My eyes widened just a bit. She saw it. "Oooohhh, that's what it is... Well, you're damn right I will!" This time I really tried to get away as fast as I could. Because as embarrassing as geting out of the pool with a hard-on would be, it would be a lot worse if she noticed it by feeling it against her. Sadly, I didn't get to the ladder in time. She bear-hugged me from behind, with nothing on other than a bikini top. I could feel her mound against my boxers. We were sinking together, and I had to squirm around to free myself. In the fight we ended up facing each other and I felt my cock pressed against her belly. Her lower belly. She froze for a second and let me go, but I could hear her laughing all the way up underwater. I couldn't look at her and slowly swam away, afraid that this time she'd berate me for good. But she didn't. "Listen David." From the corner of my eyes I could see her putting her bikini back on. "What?" I said, still unwilling to turn around. "I don't mind. I really don't. Look at me David. You're 27 years old damn it! Not a little schoolboy. " Her tone was harsh, but she was smiling. I turned and looked at her. "What?" I dumbly repeated, conscious that my face was still red and despite my embarrassment my cock was still hard. "God I don't why you've suddenly become so prude! David, I'm you're sister and I know that guys don't have total control over their cocks..." I nodded as she sat beside me on the stairs. My cock was still hard, but it was hidden by the shifting waves. "Yeah, but still... I *am* you're brother. I should be the last guy to have an... to have a..." "An erection for me. Yes, I know. But would you be surprised to hear that you're the *first* guy to have one for me in months?" "What?" I turned towards her. "Oh...' she sighed deeply. "John hasn't been able to get it up for me for the last two or three months. You know how self-conscious I am... Can you guess how terrible it had been? And when I heard him masturbating in the next room, in the middle of the night, I knew that it was because he didn't think I was desirable anymore." "Now wait a minute Dasha, it's not because—" "Save it David. I don't care anymore. Not much anyway. " She took another sigh, more vigorous this time. "So please don't be ashamed. If we hadn't talked about it I would simply have considered it a wonderful compliment!" She giggled. "I would never have told you about it, but now that you know all this... I'm very happy to see that there's at least one cock that's happy to see me!" And we laughed together at her comment. She got up and slowly walked down the stairs back into the pool. Once more, despite everything, my eyes were staring at her ass. So small and cheerleader-like, it could almost fit in my two opened hands. When Dasha spoke I realized that she had been looking at me, grinning. "What? Looking at my ass? Are you only wondering whether you left a spank mark, or are you... *looking* at my ass?" "Oh, damn it Dash... Don't tease me!" I was smiling by then. "At least I see that you're not *that* embarrassed about this..." And she dived down, letting me see her ass as she bent down and jumped. Too sweet. Way too sweet. I got up as she was underwater and quickly got inside. I was dying to masturbate and get rid of this tension, but the thought masturbating to my own sister was a bit too disturbing... And I knew I wouldn't be able to think about anyone else now, so I kept it all inside me. Dasha joined me a few hours later for a late lunch and an idea: camping. We did a lot of such camping trips in the past, before she left for France, and I thought that those days were long over. We packed a few things in addition to my basic camping gear and were ready to go. Instead of driving to some remote location, Dasha wanted to stay on my land. And as we easily had a few walking days of distance in any direction, I agreed with her suggestion. We walked a few hours in the afternoon and a few hours more until the sun began setting. We found a quiet spot, fire-safe, and set up the tent. It was small, but very light and designed for two: a few minutes was all it took to install. We had been picking up dry wood for the last twenty minutes or so and soon had the fire blazing. We ate our trail dinner and relaxed in the wilderness. "So David, I can't believe that you don't have any girlfriend... With that body of yours, and all that money, I'd think you'd be fighting them off!" "Well, the money's the real problem... I do meet a lot of women, but most people around here know who I am and just how rich I became a few years ago. Suddenly everybody's smiling at me, being overly friendly. So I never know if women are interested in me, or just my money. Sounds classic, but that's my situation..." "I understand that, but David it's been a year since you last slept with a girl! Why not let the sexiest of those sluts into your bed for a few nights?" "Oh come Dash, you know I'd never do that!" "Why not? They're trying to get at your money! The least you could do is to get at their bodies!" We laughed together. "I don't think so..." "You have to find a solution, otherwise you're going to explode!" She smiled, looking at me sideways, "Or is that why you had that hard-on earlier?" "Dasha! Stop it!" But I was laughing with her. My little sister pulled out a surprise: a small bottle of Whiskey. Small, yet more than big enough to get us both drunk. And that's exactly what we did. The fire was great, the weather cooler but still nice, our reunion, her breakup with her dork, and a new beginning for the camping trips! All reasons to celebrate! Yet even though I didn't know if drinking myself into a drunken state was a good idea right now, I just stopped worrying and drank with Dasha... Morning came and the sky was mostly cleared, although my head was not. The weather was still fine, but not as glorious as it had been yesterday. Our plan was to keep walking further, to the bigger lake I hadn't visited by land, and then head back. If we head out early, we could be there by two this afternoon. But if clouds come in... The night had also been mostly clear: nothing weird happened between Dasha and me. She always slept in the nude, she said, but was decent enough to remove her clothes only when she was inside her sleeping bag. Still, seeing her with nothing but a sheer lace bra as she moved around was enough to double the length of my cock. Not a full erection, but a solid and heavy cock swinging between my legs. And I really didn't try to hide it, as it was peaking out of my boxers. Not that I was *that* well hung, but because the boxers were old and very short. Dasha laughed when she saw it, then whistled. In the state I was, I merely laughed with her and slowly got into my sleeping bag next to her. I could feel her body pressed against mine, but I quickly fell asleep. ...who the hell goes hiking with a bra like that? We managed to shake off the hangover, Dasha faster than me as she was younger, but as I was in much better shape than she was I was able to keep a steady pace. And I had to admit that, as I was looking at those thin legs of hers some of the time, she was not the soft city girl I had dreaded. By mid-morning she was walking fast, with a good rhythm. So that's why, after a brief pause for lunch, we made it to the second and much bigger lake by two o'clock. Dasha squealed like a little girl when she saw it and the small sandy beach beside. It was only ten feet deep by 30 feet wide, give or take a few feet, but apparently it was enough for my sister. "The water's going to be pretty cold Dash..." "I know, but all I want to wash the sweat off me and work on my tan!" "That tan of yours, is that all you're working on?" "Ah ah!" she replied mirthlessly. "What's the point of being on vacation if you don't work on your tan?" "I'm not in vacation! This is my home." I replied, smiling. "Well, sadly it's not mine. I don't know how long you'll tolerate me here, but eventually I'll have to go and find a place to live... Now, if you're still shy about nudity, turn around because I'm changing into my bathing suit right here!" I did turn around, thinking that she *would* be leaving soon. I didn't want her to leave. Then again, I couldn't offer her to live with me, brother and sister living together. Could I? Some of my friends did that for College, but then again if she came to live with me it would be no temporary arrangement. Was that decent? did I really want this, knowing that I can barely control myself when she's teasing me? All through those reflections, I often stole glances at her. Wow. She was wonderful in the sun, her long ginger hair whipping around in the wind. Thin, tall, with a bubbly ass and equally lively and bouncy breasts. She saw me looking at her and simply smiled back at me. She ran to the shore and tasted the water with her feet. Another squeal. I was sure that she wouldn't be able to dive, but she eventually did. When she came out, her nipples were poking out and her hair were covering half of her upper body. By that time I had undressed and had nothing on but my swimsuit, but had no intentions of jumping in the lake. Of course, my sister had other ideas: she walked by slowly, talking about nothing important, but she jumped on me when she got close enough. She was wet and cold and she shock made me scream in surprise. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, forcing me to hold her against me. For a few seconds I tried to pull her off me for she was too cold, but soon her warmth finally got to me. Opened thighs, bikini clad pussy against my belly, breasts against my chest, arms around my neck, her face against my cheek... How long had it been since any other girl had so wrapped herself around me? When I squeezed her tighter she felt the change and placed a hand behind my head. We both stopped laughing and enjoyed the moment for what it was. When she climbed down she looked at me with a peaceful smile, but didn't say a word. I thought that she would go find her blanket and lie down in the sun. Sadly, she saw my erection tenting my swimsuit and laughed. "Oh no David! Aren't you ashamed of being hard for your poor, defenseless little sister?" "Stop that... You're teasing the hell out of me and I won't bother trying to hide the result of your teasing anymore." "*I'm* teasing you? As I recalled it was you who hugged me right there..." She was right, of course, but that didn't explain her jumping up in my arms nearly naked! After that slightly embarrassing incident she did go to her blanket and lied down. Of course, she had to do it now, she asked me to put sunscreen on her back. By the time I had knelt beside her, her top was off. Not merely untied, but thrown to her side. I had knelt beside her, but then I realize that she was still teasing me, probably wanting my erection to become even more obvious, even more awkward. So I grabbed the little bottle and straddled her thighs, just as I would have done had Dasha been my girlfriend. She didn't say a word, didn't even look back at me. My sister had a great back: very long and lean muscles, no blemishes or tattoos, no tan lines or ugly beauty marks, just a very beautiful back. But even though my hands were sliding all over it, my eyes couldn't move away from her ass. An ass that was only barely hidden by a thong. It was wonderful, not merely beautiful... Pert and perky, bubbling with sexiness, young curves in succulent contrast to the thinness of the rest of her body. Even though she was lying face down, and that my weight was preventing her from moving, it seemed like her ass was turned upward, outward until it shone like a red flower in the snow. After a few minutes I had to stop and I moved to get up. "Where are you going? You're not done yet..." "What?" "Do you want me to get a sunburn on my ass? If I do, you won't be able to spank me anymore..." and she giggled. There were countless things I should have replied: you can do it yourself; you won't get a sunburn anyway, it's too late in the summer; I' not planning to spank you again; and the best one: shut your mouth you dirty tease! What did I reply? absolutely nothing. I opened the bottle, poured some cream and rubbed my hands together, nearly salivating. When my hands finally touched her ass, both cheeks at the same time, my erection lurched in my swimsuit. I was already fully hard, but now I was twitching with pleasure. Her ass was decently firm, but it was most importantly tender. Not soft like a lazy girl's ass, but just perfectly tender, between firm and soft. My hands were feeling it every which way, pinching it lightly, pulling her cheeks apart, up or in circles, massaging it and tracing the fine line between her asscheeks and thighs. At one point I even slipped one thumb under her thong and caressed her skin from her lower back nearly all the way down to her anus. Still, even though I was clearly not trying to apply sunscreen, Dasha was silent. I did a series of full-hand squeezes, pulling her flesh up before letting it bounce back down, amazed at the young ass. I even pushed my thumbs deeper than they had a right to be between her legs, then pulled her flesh to the side as my hands moved apart. I could see her pussy lips stretching slightly out of her thong, then slipping back underneath. I even dared to slap her cheeks lightly from the side, watching them jiggle a few times. Then a few slaps from above, to see them flowing and bouncing back up... I was in heaven. Eventually I had to stop. I got up, turned around and dove into the lake to cool down, not even registering the cold water shock. When I looked back, Dasha had propped herself on her elbows and was looking at me. She smiled, clearly winked at me, and lied back down. Once more I fought the urge to masturbate in the lake, but the much too cold water was preventing any kind of sustained erection in any case. But it was clear that I was building up some serious sexual tension here! I got back out and lied down beside Dasha to warm myself up. the rest of the afternoon and evening went by without a hitch. We didn't talk about the ass massage I had given her, but we had a lot of fun talking for hours. The weather was turning though. My tent was a good one, but not exactly built to resist rain. We found a spot underneath huge trees and hoped that it would be all right. We went to bed with a few sips of whiskey, but nothing like yesterday. I stayed awake longer, enjoying the feeling of her body against mine, even through the sleeping bags. And knowing that she was completely naked was also a thrill. I heard her falling asleep and I relaxed beside her, hearing the first drops of rain falling around us. Not a storm but a summer's end rainfall. Before falling asleep I hoped that the tent would not leak... Unfortunately it did. I woke up a few hours later, and even though the rain had stopped, my entire left leg was wet and really cold. I slipped out of my sleeping bag and saw that there was a small pool of water against the left wall. Looking all around, I was relieved to find no more leaks. Dasha woke up as I was looking around. "What's wrong?" she whispered, even though we were completely alone. "The damn tent's got a leak." "Oh. Well, it' not raining anymore at least..." "No. Are you wet?" I didn't even realize what I had just asked until she replied. "Not anymore. " Damn! Had the tease been masturbating in her bag? Is that what she was really saying? She giggled and confirmed my thoughts... "Er, OK then. But *my* bag's drenched. I'm going to dress and sleep over it." "Don't be silly, ...silly! You'll freeze and won't sleep at all. Come here with me. We can share mine." "I'll never fit in there Dash." "Sure you will." "Ok, but put something on first. " "What? Oh not this again! Please David..." "I'm serious. At least put your panties back on." "What panties? I have no panties with me." A pause. "Put your thong then." Dasha sighed in the complete darkness, but managed to find her thong. She made it snap against her hips. "Here, satisfied? No come here, I'm freezing!" I heard her unzipping the side of her sleeping bag. I tried lying down on my back, but I would never be able to close the bag. Dasha, probably knowing this as well, was already on her side, facing away from me. I knew what I had to do, but I was not sure I ready to do it. I had to spoon my baby sister, trapped inside a sleeping bag, with an old pair of boxers and a thong for decency. This was going to be hard. I managed to zip up the bag and settled against Dasha. I could feel her warm skin all over mine, from her back and ass to her thighs, calves and feet. My face was also lying right against her hair. She smelled good, of the forest, of the lake, of her... I didn't know what to do with my upper arm, and decided to place it on my hip. It was uncomfortable, but I was not about to slip it between my sister's breasts, as is usual in that position. I woke up with a start, still in the middle of the night, with my arm warmly nestled right were I didn't want it to go. I could feel the skin of her breasts, hot and sweaty, lying against my forearm. Dasha's arm was above mine, but she wasn't holding my hand. My cock was already pumping its way, in fits and twitches, to a nasty erection. Slipping out from my boxers it was pulling them up, freeing itself and rubbing against my sister's ass. How the fuck did things like that happen so fast! My brain was down in my cock, I was hot, holding a marvelously beautiful girl in my arms, breathing in her smell, my nose buried into her nape, lost in her hair... What was I to do? Softly I pulled my arm away from her breasts and moved it down until I was cupping her left breast. Her skin was so warm and soft; shivers ran down my arm. Her nipple was soft and fully relaxed in my hand, the fully developed breast pliant and yielding under my fingers. I began exploring Dasha's breast with my fingers slowly, not wanting to wake her up. Whenever I squeezed a finger I felt her compact breast reacting, bulging under my other fingers. When I squeezed my fingers all in sequence her breast seemed to dance under my palm. I couldn't feel any fat, any over-softness: Dasha's breasts, at 21 years of age, late-bloomers, were all flesh, all breasts, a thriving sensual delight. The Reunion Even if I couldn't see it at all, I could feel the elusive contour of her aureole, the slight bumps and different skin surrounding her nipple. As my thumb was teasing it, twisting it around, the little nub was beginning to harden, all delicate that it was. Leaving it harden on its own, I moved my hand lower and cupped the smooth curve below her breast, feeling the smooth, evanescent line between it and her chest. I had barely believed it when I saw her naked the day before yesterday, but my fingers were confirming it: there was absolutely no sag to those breasts. They were a very round C-cup, the kind some women pay to have implanted, but although they were all natural, they didn't sag at all. And as I began playing around freely with that little corner of paradise, I realized that I was feeling my sister up, going to second base as if she were a lover. And for the moment, with my brain down at its battle station, I didn't care at all. In fact, when I flexed my cock and felt the sweat between it and Dasha's ass, my heart lurched in excitement. I angled my hips differently and slipped my cock between her cheeks. Oh dear god in heaven. Soon after, realizing just how sweltering it was down there, I reached down with my hand and pushed my cock between her thighs. I was already leaking pre-cum and her thighs were covered in sweat in any case. The first penetration, along her bikini-clad pussy, was wonderful. Nowhere near as wonderful as a real penetration, but in my pent-up condition, it was enough to make me tremble all over. and then I heard Dasha giggling. "Enjoying yourself David?" she whispered. "Uh, er... yeah..." She laughed again. "Why don't you pull my thong off and see how many penetrations you'll be able to complete before cumming?" My hand, who had still been on her ass, squeezed her left cheek strongly. I was going to fuck her really nicely. She lifted her ass up to let me pull her thong down, and I felt her pulling it completely off. "Why did make me put it on David... Had you not, I would have fucked you as soon as you would have come inside my bag." "Well, I'm going to try and make up for the lost time." I said, breathing hard and not fully realizing what I was saying or what was really happening. My cock slapped against her ass when she finished twisting around her thong, and quickly I felt her hand pulling me towards her hole. "Fuck me David..." she breathed out. And I did. For about 10 penetrations; 10 penetrations into sheer bliss! A young pussy, that had not known a cock for the past three months, that was wet and ready, more than ready in fact. She was burning hot, to the point where I wondered if my glans was not going to be irritated. But as I exploded and came inside her, Dasha was moaning and pushing back against my cock. Feeling my seed filing my sister's pussy, knowing that it was reaching every nook and crannies of her most intimate place, was a completely life-altering sensation. My orgasm, even if it been coming for the past few days, was mind-blowing. And it must have been the same for Dasha as she came a minute or so later. It's either that or her fingers that I could feel flurrying on her clit. She cried out in fits, small bursts of pleasure that overflowed. When she calmed down I could already feel my cock deflating inside her. I was ready to pull out and apologize, but she stopped me. "Don't pull out. I'm glad you came so fast David. Give me a few minutes and I'll show you something that may surprise you..." And then she immediately began milking my cock with her muscles, twisting her hips and ass and keeping y erection alive. And then she began talking. "Ever had anal sex David?" she asked, still breathless from her quick climax. I didn't answer, only felt my cock twitch inside her at the mention of anal sex. "Ooohhh, you never had it before? Never felt your cock sliding deep inside a girl's asshole, the last refuge of her intimacy, the place more secret even than her pussy... Wanna take my ass big brother? You had ample opportunity to play with it earlier, but I guess you didn't even *see* my asshole." "...no, I didn't." Never before in my life did I have such a faint and thin voice... "Well, wanna give it a try? As soon as you're hard enough, you're welcome to pull out and push back in, deep and slow." My cock felt like it doubled in size when she said that. I heard Dasha spitting and then bring her hand against my belly, then her ass. The thrill I felt when I realized that she was lubricating her asshole, for me the brother who was going to sodomize her, was incredible. My cock was now nearly as hard as it could and I could barely believe it: the last time I got hard so fast after an orgasm was when I was 16 years old! I began to slowly fuck her pussy as she kept adding more spit. Then she said: "Ok David, pull out and slip up just a bit... Hmmm, yeah, that's it. Ok now push up slowly..." When I felt her asshole beginning to stretch around the head of my cock, I moaned. Dasha groaned and purred, backing herself deeper against my body. With my hand on her hip I kept pushing in deeper. Dasha was breathing faster and louder with ever second. I could feel her body clenching, becoming taut then relaxing. Her moans began to sound painful, then a strange mix of pain and delight. And suddenly my head popped inside. My mouth opened in surprise, feeling my cock locked inside my sister's asshole, and she took a few sharp breaths, frozen in my arms. "God this is good, but damn it its painful!" "Want me to pull out?" I asked, fearing her reply. "Oh no, don't you even think about pulling out. The hardest part's done. ...but this isn't the best position for this. Unzip the bag David." I did. Slowly, with the head of my cock unbelievably inside Dasha's ass, we got up on our knees. It felt completely unreal, having the head of my cock firmly gripped by her ass, between the asscheeks I had dreamed about for so long now! Yet never in my wildest fantasies had I ever dreamed of sodomizing a girl, much less my very own sister. And now that I was on my knees behind Dasha, on all fours, it felt even naughtier. Dasha echoed my thoughts exactly: "This isn't the best position either, but it's so dirty that it feels a lot better. Now David, drop some spit on my asshole." "Oh God Dasha! I just realized how long I've been hoping that you'd say that to me!" We laughed together, my cock still gripped by her ass. "Seriously Dash, I can't see a thing..." "Oh..." Searching with her hands she located the torchlight and turned it on. When I saw what I had been feeling for the past few minutes, I nearly past out. The sight of Dasha's small round ass, flaring out from her tiny waist, all opened up for me... And then, right in the middle of those perfect curves, my cock was buried inside her. And I was not in her pussy, looking at her tight asshole with a trace of sinful pleasure. I was *in* her asshole, in my little sister's asshole, and she was loving every minute of it. I let a big drop of spit fall down against my cock and her asshole. Putting a hand on her ass I rubbed it around my shaft and pushed in. Her pussy juice on my cock and both our spits combined to make a decent lubricant. Dazed, bewildered, I watched as my cock slowly disappeared in her ass. My hands were on those slim hips of her, as I watched her immaculate ass eating my cock. Dasha's head and torso were moving around, as if she were a flag in a wild wind. She was moaning and groaning, whispering that she couldn't believe how good it felt, how deep she wanted me to go, how hard I was going to fuck her ass when she'll be used to my size... And then I bottomed out, less than an inch from the hilt. Dasha took a sharp intake of breath and I stopped. And began fucking her. The long trip, the first penetration, my first ass, had been a mind-boggling experience. But feeling her ass holding me back as I pulled nearly all the way out was just as unbelievable. And then the first real fucking penetration; a wave of pleasure flowing all over me. After that, implausible as it was, I was fucking my sister's ass. In and out, in an out, long strokes of pure pleasure. I spat a few drops of spit from time to time, mesmerized by the sight: they fell and disappeared on and around cock, insuring that my first ass fuck would be a great one. And God it was! My hands were moving all over her ass and hips, reveling in the warm skin and supple flesh, all the while my cock was doing the forbidden dance inside her ass. I began slamming into her harder and once more, moans of pain and pleasure rang out inside the tent. "Faster... faster David... Fuck me harder, fuck my ass..." What else could I do? I grasped her hips and fucked her ass. Hard. Harder than I thought was possible. She was sighing and moaning, long and passionate moans: she was going to cum soon. Whether she had a hand on her clit again or if she could cum just by anal stimulation I didn't care at this point. All I cared about was the sight of her ass in my hands, my cock in her asshole and the deluge of feelings I was drowning in. Both physical and emotional: I was fucking the hell out of my sister's ass! Just how much wrong could someone go? And at the same time, just how more fantastic could sex be? Sin and delight all wrapped around each other, just as Dasha was dealing with pleasure and pain. Then she crumbled forward, shaking and trembling as her climax was taking over. Holding on to her I followed and the impact drove me deeper into her. I was hilting her, buried as deep as I was ever going to go inside her. My thrusts became frantic, mindless assfucking, as my thoughts coalesced in the head of my cock. And then it exploded; the spasms I could feel from Dasha rippled through my cock and triggered my own climax. My moans and screams joined hers, joined my sister's voice. Less then twenty minutes after having filled her pussy with my seed, I was spurting even more cum inside her ass. Biting her neck through all her hair, I came and came, pleasure pulsing like a living thing inside me. Spreading my legs and raising myself on my arms I kept fucking her ass with the deepest strokes I could manage. My cock was burning with sensations and my climax was fading away, but Dasha was still trashing and moaning with pleasure. At one point she began shivering and curled up beneath me. I fell on my side, pulling her against me, spooning her again. My hand was mauling her breasts frantically, but we were both in our last bursts of pleasure. We were breathing both so hard that I think the tent was getting bigger and smaller every second. Then Dasha began laughing, hard, as she squeezed my hand against her breasts. "My *GOD* that was good David! You can't imagine..." a few deep breaths, "how long I've been needing a cock deep in my ass!" "Such sweet words, dear sister!" We laughed together. "You have no idea, big brother..." We were emphasizing the words, sucking every last drop of sinful pleasure out of our situation. I think we fell asleep briefly, my cock still inside her ass, before waking up again, shivering with cold. We were drenched with sweat and the cool night air woke us up. My cock was now quite smaller, but Dasha was holding it inside her. "Let's fall asleep like that again David... I want to get used to having you inside my ass." I groaned against her neck when she said that, and tried my best to pull the sleeping bag over the both of us. We made it back home two days later, my cock and Dasha's pussy and ass sorer than we could remember. When we jumped into the lake to wash the morning after our first reunion, to wash each other, we ended up fucking again. And then again when we stopped for lunch. Right now we were sharing a warm bath together, and her fingers were slowly coaxing my cock to life again. We had decided, on our way back, that Dasha would stay with me for a while. A long while, hopefully. The Reunion She picked him up at the airport wearing the white choker he got her like a good little girl. That was their sign—while she wore it, she was his "slave", and would do whatever he asked without argument. She knew it would turn him on terribly to see it, and she hadn't teased him with it in a while. She enjoyed it as much as him. Although she was nervous when she wore her collar thinking he might take it too far, he never really did, and she was never disappointed in the royal screwing she got. He ran over from the gate and picked her up. "Hi baby, I'm so happy to see you!" was his first reaction. Then he realized what she was wearing around her neck, and he whispered in her ear "What a good girl you are!" She had also dressed a little sluttier than she normally would have. She was always very body conscious and age conscious, but he tried to get her to show off her beautiful body a little more than she was used to. So to pick him up, she found the shortest skirt and the lowest cut blouse that she owned, and paired them with big hoop earrings, lots of eye makeup and bright coral lipstick. He looked her up and down with a ravenous appetite. "You look good enough to eat my dear" he grinned, and she blushed knowing that he meant that quite literally. They made small talk about the events while he was away while they waited for his baggage coming off the carousel. His erection was getting hard to hide; he couldn't stop thinking that she was wearing her collar out in public. To the casual passer-by, it looked like an avant-garde fashion statement, but it was their little secret what it really meant. They walked out to her car, and as soon as they had put the baggage inside, he sat in the driver's seat while she sat in the passenger's. They closed the door, and as soon as they were in their own little world, he grabbed her roughly and kissed her full on the lips. His hand tangled itself in her hair as he pulled her head close to him. She gasped for air, and put up a brief little struggle that soon melted into his strong embrace. After several long searching seconds, he pulled away, and he said "Now it's been a while; does my slave remember the rules?" "Yes master," was her soft reply. "Good girl. What are they?" "I should always address you as master, I shouldn't speak unless spoken to, and I should obey your every command, Master." "Very good. Spread your legs." She hesitated a moment, surprised by the immediacy of his demand, which prompted him to say "Shall I spank your naked ass in public outside this car, slave?" "No master!" and she spread her legs as wide as they could go in the confines of the passenger bucket seat. His hand reached down and pulled her skirt up over her waist, and her bare pussy was exposed to whomever might walk by. She hadn't worn panties, which he was expecting. In reality, she had anticipated something embarrassing like this, and so had parked the car away from almost anyone else, but the thought of her baring herself in a public place like this anyway made her heart race. He slowly ran his hand up and down her thighs, avoiding her pussy, which she had been careful to trim neatly for the occasion. "I see you kept your fur nice and neat for me." "Yes master, I know you like it." "That's right, I do." He lowered his head down to her spread legs, and brushed his lips against her fur. She shivered as he used his lips and mouth to brush her pussy fur from side to side, and stroked his mustache up and down her lips. He raised his head up, and looked around the car to make sure they were still alone. They were. "Spread yourself with your fingers." "Yes master," as she reached down with both hands, taking one lip in each hand and spreading herself wide. "You know that I love the honey you make. I want you to finger-fuck yourself until you're wet enough to eat. I haven't eaten your sweet pussy for a week now, and I'm starving!" She took her right hand and extended her middle finger, placing at her opening. She slowly worked around in circles at her vagina until it slid in. It was less work than she expected—the arousal of meeting him with the collar on had already started to moisten her pussy, and so it was only a couple seconds before she had her finger buried deep into her cunt. He looked on approvingly as she started to slowly and rhythmically slide her finger in and out of herself. She closed her eyes and tilted back her head after she started really getting going, knowing that he was enjoying the performance as much as she was. "Enough," he said, and grasped her hand softly but firmly. He took her finger out of herself, and placed it into his mouth, making loud pleasurable sucking sounds as he cleaned her finger off. "That's good for an appetizer, but I want the main course." He looked around again to see who might be watching, and after he determined the coast was clear, he replaced her finger with his, extending his middle finger deep inside her, and using his other fingers on that hand to spread her open. He then slowly but surely drew her clitoris into his mouth, very gently at first, but then sucking her fully into his mouth. He started working her cunt as only he knew how, and she started to involuntarily thrust her hips against his mouth to meet his demanding tongue. He sucked her in and out, moved his lips open and closed, and darted his tongue all over her clit like a drunken butterfly, all the while he was pumping his finger against her G-spot. After a couple of minutes of this, she was beginning to have trouble holding out, but she didn't want to come in the middle of the airport parking structure. However his insistently sucking mouth, licking tongue, and thrusting finger soon had their reward as she felt her orgasm rising within her, and finally she grabbed his head pulling it against her pussy as she cried out. After a few moments with her eyes closed and his head softly resting in her lap, she opened her eyes and saw about four cars down an older couple looking in their direction. "Shit, I think they saw us!" she whispered. "Did I ask you to speak?" he said as he lifted his mouth off of her. "No master," she said bashfully. "That's right. I'll punish you when we get home." He sat up fully, and the older couple definitely were looking in their direction. He raised his finger, so very recently buried in his lover's cunt, and gave them the bird. Then, he started the car and pulled away from the nosey couple. They drove home, and they reverted back into normal speech, talking about his trip and what she had done while he was away. As they pulled into the driveway he said, "I'm hungry for ice cream. D'ya want some?" "Sure, why not?" she said. "You are still wearing that collar, aren't you?" "Yes master." "Well, that's now two transgressions that you've earned. Stay right here—I'll be back in a moment." He took his bags inside, and after what was about ten minutes, he returned to the car. In his hand was a bottle of lubricant and some sex balls. They had bought them years ago during their experimental phase, but they hadn't played with them in years. They originally had little nubs all over them, but to make them more comfortable for her, he had clipped the nubs off so that they were relatively smooth. "Spread again, please." "Yes master," as she again opened her legs for him. He squeezed a little lubricant in his hand and made sure the balls were nice and slippery. He then pressed one against her opening and slid it in. It had almost no resistance as it squirted into her. Then he did the same with the other ball. He wiped off his hand. "I'm not really finished, but you can close your legs. Now I want you to raise your shirt." She wasn't wearing a bra either, and she lifted her shirt up high enough so that her breasts were fully exposed, but low enough so that passersby couldn't really notice her breasts. He pulled a long chain out of his pocket. It was a pair of nipple clamps that they also had bought a long time ago. She slightly winced when she saw them. "Now I know that you never found these comfortable, but I've adjusted them. They should be tight enough to stay on your nipples, but not so tight that they are painful. They should be like my hand squeezing your nipples during sex—tight enough to notice and to be enjoyable, and not so hard that you want to avoid it." "Thank you master." He adjusted each clamp, rolled each of her nipples in-between his fingers until they were hard, and placed it into the clamp. He was right—they were tight, but much more comfortable than before. She could probably wear them for extended periods without having to beg to have them removed. She adjusted herself to their feel, and he pulled back down her shirt. "Now you're ready for the public!" he exclaimed. They pulled out of the driveway, and drove just a mile or two up the street to their local ice-cream parlor. He turned off the car in the parking lot, and gave her the ground rules. "You're to keep your hands locked around my elbow, and not to speak to anyone. You should keep your eyes averted—don't look anyone directly in the face, especially not me. Understand?" "Yes master." He got out of his side, and went around to her door, perfectly gentlemanly and opened it. She got out, and put her hand into the crook of his elbow as they walked inside the place. The chain between her nipples swayed slightly when she moved and it made her very aware of it tugging on her breasts. And the balls inside her vagina had small weights inside, which when her hips moved she could feel rolling around inside her. With his restrictions on her behavior, she had to concentrate, but she felt very much aware of her sexuality in a way that she normally wasn't. She felt her body almost involuntarily move in a catlike feminine manner, slightly swaying her hips from side to side in the prototypically female stride. They walked up to the counter, and the teenage kid behind the counter croaked, "what can I get you?" He spoke for them both when he said "I'll have a medium vanilla cone, and the lady will have a kiddie-size chocolate and vanilla twist." She kept her eyes down as she was told, but she didn't realize that this really accentuated the beautiful makeup job she had done with her eye shadow. Her hard nipples could be seen through the fabric of her top, and although the chain wasn't visible to the uninitiated, you could tell it was there if you knew what to look for. She couldn't see that the teenage boy behind the counter was obviously staring at her, stealing glances while he prepared their order. The boy handed them each the cones, but he took both of them, and handed hers directly to her instead of allowing the boy to hand it to her. "And don't you ever stare at my wife again," he loudly hissed to the boy as they turned, the threat not veiled at all. She blushed, and held her cone with one hand and his arm with the other as they walked out. They quickly ate their cones in the car, and drove home. He again came around to her side and let her out, picked her up in his arms, and carried her inside. From there, it was a short carry up the stairs where he dropped her on the bed. He quickly pulled up her top, and she wasn't too slow in helping him. He pulled off her skirt, and asked her to kneel on the bed. She did so, and he quickly pulled off his pants, and started to press his hard cock against the outside of her lips. "Master, those balls are still inside!" she cried. "I know very well slave; I would never harm you! You'll have to be more trusting—now I've got to find yet another way to punish you for talking again!" She was wet: from both the lubricant he'd used to push in the balls, and her excitement. He slid in easily, but he was very slow—he moved only a millimeter at a time. Her ass rose in the air, eager to get fucked, but he was very slow. She could feel him enter her, and push aside the balls. She felt full—very full—much more than she normally would. His cock slowly went deeper and deeper. A string connected the two balls for easy removal, and she felt his cock initially catch on the string, and then slip off, like plucking a banjo inside her. Once he was fully in her to the hilt, he stopped. She was still wearing her collar, and still wearing the nipple clamps, and she concentrated on all the feelings of her "subjugation," feeling more sexy, risky, lusted after, and feminine than she had in a long time. And she felt really loved. He held her tight to him, and didn't move for a very long time. Finally, he began to slowly slide in and out, his movement against the balls inside her felt strange but exciting, as if she were being fucked by two men at the same time. He continued at this pace for some time, slowly thrusting in and out, and kneading her ass and hips at the same time. The gentle pounding made her body swing, and the chain attached to her nipples arced back and forth, exerting its constant pull against her tits. She had already come from his eating her, but he had not, and he was almost bursting at the seams, ready to fill her. But he continued at a slowly building pace, and soon she was right there with him. He could sense that she was close, and he paced himself so that she would hover at the edge for as long as he could hold out before he finally started vigorously thrusting. They both came, shouting out in cries of passion. He grabbed her tight, and held her as he fell to the bed, and they lay there for what seemed like hours. They fell asleep for a while, and when they awoke simultaneously, they were still attached to each other. She had kept the collar and the nipple clamps on the whole time they had slept, and he hurried to relieve her. He removed her clamps, and she sighed as her nipples enjoyed the release of pressure. Then he slid his finger inside her and fished around for the string. Once he found it, he pulled out the balls, and out with the balls came a rush of come and lubricant as she felt suddenly empty. Finally, he gingerly reached around her neck, and removed the collar. "Welcome home," she purred. "Welcome home, indeed!" He wrapped her up in his arms as they spooned and fell asleep for the night. The Reunion Sarah squinted her eyes as she typed. It was almost three in the morning, but she couldn't stop herself from pouring her words out onto her screen. *********************************** I love you Mike. I can't help it, I always will. I think about us together all the time. Bodies wound up together, touching, longing. Touching your face, sliding my hands all over your body, being held in your arms. In the daze that is alcohol and lust, I'm covering you with my body and fulfilling a desire that's been waiting for far too long. In the dark, I slide my hands along your muscular arms, along your waist, down your legs; prolonging my trip down to the inevitable. I lick my lips in anticiMikeion of wrapping them around your hard cock, making you groan and lie back as I use my lips and hands to massage your dick and balls. I anxiously look forward until the moment when you'll be inside of me. For years I've waited, waited until you give me the only thing I want. Music and sex swirl around me as I try to articulate my need for you. I can feel the lust building inside of me, but it's more than that. My thoughts spin around and around, waiting for you to make some sense of them. Your hands, your lips, your touch. I need your body to come close to mine, and pull it into a vortex of lust and love. There could never be lust without love; not when I'm with you. Nothing will make me forget how much I love you, and there is no amount of time that will pass that makes me forget that. Holding you so close, Closing my eyes, it's just our bodies. It's a million moments; frozen in time. A kiss, a touch, a caress, a kiss, a kiss, a deep kiss. Love never meant anything until I met you. It was abstract, like an untouchable painting in a museum. To be seen, then passed by and only momentarily remembered in the context of something similar. You are not a painting, or sculpture to be admired from afar. Flesh, blood, feelings and heart. You need love, attention, and sex. I cry when I think of you. Body bending to fit mine, accommodating of my needs and wants. Lips so soft, anticiMikeing my thoughts. Hard and ready, prepared to meet my lust and match it with your own. Hips bending slowly, positioning themselves to fit your own body; turning one into two, turning you and I into us. Us. You and I were an us. Fluidity, without question. Silent, inevitable, demanding. Heavy breathing, tight embraces and liquid pleasure exchanged between us. No fantasy too big, no demand too small. Every type of happiness was shared between us. Us. There was an Us. We existed together as one entity, that did not sexually function without the other. I love you Mike. I love you, I love you, I love you You are my one and only. "I love you, I loved you all along... I wanted you to stay. I needed, need to hear you say....." ************************************************************************************************************** She sat back from her computer and gently shut the laptop closed. Her eye were sore from staring at the computer screen for so long. Helping write out her thoughts and feelings was very cathartic, albeit very infrequently. She had dreams; frustrating and realistic dreams that she couldn't share with anyone except a close friend. She often woke up next to her partner, sometimes in the middle of the night, feeling lost and angry and sad. The dreams usually ended the same way, her searching and searching for someone that was always just out of reach. She wasn't just searching for anybody, she was searching for him. Him. After five years of marriage, Sarah was almost completely happy with her life. Her current partner was wonderful and she couldn't ask for much more. Yet still, the dreams continued to persist, making her more confused about things than ever. She often cursed at herself for being unable to stop the dreams, their realism, and they way they upset her once she awoke. Her friends knew of her dreams, and often laughed it off, or told her they were just habit and not a reflection of her true feelings. But why, why couldn't she escape them? The man Sarah was thinking of was Mike. Her Mike. No matter how many years passed, many of which she had never seen or spoken to him, every time they briefly made contact, it felt like no time had passed at all. Mike was happily married, and still living in the same town they had met. She heard through friends he was doing well, which pleased her. He deserved someone amazing, and which meant the very opposite from her, she would joke to her closest friends. Sarah genuinely did feel happy for the satisfaction that he deserved. Nevertheless, the dreams persisted. The only dreams worse than the endless searching were the dreams where she found him. Hard kisses, hands everywhere, sweat and moaning and pure pleasure. His strong arms holding her, protecting her, promising to love her forever. It wasn't just the lust she dreamt of, it was the memories of making love to him. The urgent whispers or even loud cries of love, the hot burning from deep within to have him penetrate her, feeling tears in the corners of her eyes as he held her tightly and thrust deeply into her, again and again and again. She would climax in her dream, and waking up covered in sweat, guiltily satisfied but torn and confused. Trying to shake off the growing feeling between her legs as she thought of him, she stood up and went to change for a run. The last thing she needed was to sit there and fantasize. What I need is a lobotomy, she thought to herself. Once on the pavement, feeling the concrete unforgivingly beneath her, the thoughts finally subsided. ** Two weeks later, Sarah was sitting again at her computer, searching for some recipes online. A message popped up in her email, and to her utter shock, it was Mike. Biting her lower lip, she opened the email to find a brief, friendly note from him, saying he had bumped into one of her friends recently, which had made him think of her. Shoving any feelings aside, she replied just as briefly. Click, send. Sarah sighed. See, that was easy, she congratulated herself. ** A week later, Sarah received another email. It was just as short as the first, but Sarah's heart jumped as she read the last few lines. "Not sure if you have any time this week, but give me a call. 555-9876. Would be great to chat." Okay...no big deal. She could do that. She could "chat". ** It was a Thursday evening, and Sarah was about to flip off her computer for the night. Her second glass of white wine was almost done, and it had made her slightly fuzzy-headed. Mike's email suddenly jumped to mind, and she suddenly felt gripped by bravery. "I can call him, this is not a big deal" she said aloud, attempting to reassure herself. Slightly hesitantly, she picked up the phone and dialed his number. "Hello?" he answered quickly. "Hi, Mike. It's me, Sarah" she said, forcing herself to sound casual. "Hey, hi! Good to hear your voice. How have you been?" Sarah and Mike made small talk, and she went to the fridge to pour herself another glass of wine. She sat back down on the couch as they talked about their lives and jobs. "Sarah, I bumped into your friend Andrea the other day. We went out to the bar for a drink, and when I asked about you, she told me some...unusual stuff" he said, sounding slightly uncomfortable. "Oh shit, really? Well you know Andrea, always out to cause trouble for people" Sarah choked, trying to muster up a laugh. "What did she say?" "Well, essentially she said you never really got over our relationship." Sarah sat there, speechless. She was going to murder Andrea. Absolutely, positively murder her. "That's absolutely untrue. Andrea has always been an exaggerator, you know that. I'm happily married, I can't believe she would have said that! Trust me Mike, I'm very happy for your marriage and am completely satisfied in mine. I'm sorry that she opened her big mouth like that." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Of course. It didn't really sound true, but I just thought it was weird she would say things like that, especially to me. I'm sure your husband wouldn't appreciate hearing her say things like that." "Definitely! I will call her right away to set things straight. Thanks for calling to let me know she was talking like that behind my back. It's sort of a bitchy thing to do." "Well of course. No problem." This time, it was Sarah's turn to pause. "Okay....well, it was great talking to you. Maybe I will see you at the reunion next month?" "You bet. It's here in town, so not far for me to go" he laughed. "See you later Mike. Thanks for calling." "No problem Sarah. Bye now" Sarah placed the phone gingerly back on the cradle, her face burning with embarrassment. She would wait until tomorrow to call Andrea and give her a piece of her mind. ** "....and then we ran, all the way from the gym back to the dorm rooms!" a voice boomed, as everyone laughed. Music was playing in the ballroom, as people gathered to socialize and meet with old classmates. Sarah was having a fantastic time, catching up with old friends, hearing stories of marriages, children and other news. Her husband was away on business, so she met up with her friends at a bar before the reunion. She realized there was the possibility of Mike being there with his wife, but she was fully prepared. "Sarah?" someone was calling her name, bringing her attention back to the present. "Sarah, what ever happened to Mike? Do you guys still keep in touch?" a voice asked. "Not really, not for years. I heard he's doing well, which is great" she replied, feeling fairly truthful. "That's great, good news. Anyways, so back to this trip...." the voice droned on. Sarah smiled at her friends and shook her wine glass, needing a refill. It was getting late, and she wanted to head back to her hotel room to get some sleep before the long drive back the following day. The lights were dim, and there appeared to be some couples on the dance floor. She weaved her way through the groups of people, eventually arriving at the bar. "White wine, please" she signaled to the bartender. "White wine? Whatever happened to orange juice and vodka" came a voice from behind her. Already knowing who it was, Sarah's heart leapt into her throat and she turned around to face him. Him. "Well you know, it looks odd if you bring a traveller of OJ and vodka to parties, so drinking wine is just easier" she tried to joke. He smiled broadly at her, as she absorbed seeing him face to face. He had subtly changed, but it was Mike, her Mike from years ago which was the only thing she really truly saw. He was wearing a pair of black pants along with a white shirt and dark-coloured tie. He looked fantastic. "I see. Rickard's Red, please" he said to the bartender, and turned to smile at her. She bit her lip again. A million thoughts were running through her head, but she couldn't do anything but smile back, and sip her wine. "So where's your wife?" Sarah found herself unable to avoid asking. "She's with her folks this week, her sister just had a baby so she's back East to help out. I promised her I would fly out in a few days to join them" he responded evenly. They made small talk for a while, laughing at each other's jokes and just catching up. It was surreal, talking to him about their partners, their lives. Her Mike. His eyes, his smile, it was all the same. She felt self-conscious, wondering if he was inspecting her like she was him. "Let's dance" he said suddenly, bringing her back to reality. She suddenly realized how close they were standing to each other, something that must have happened while they were talking. In a half-daze, she realized she had forgotten about the other people at the reunion, and was shocked to find many people had already left. "What?" she asked with surprise. U2 was playing, "With or Without You". How appropriate, she thought sarcastically to herself. "C'mon. One dance. We're old friends, it's allowed" he replied with a smile. They stepped onto the dance floor, and he immediately put his arms around her waist. Her arms gravitated around his shoulders, and their bodies gravitated towards each other. She could feel the side of his head touch hers, and unconsciously let out a small sigh. Oh Mike....Sarah thought to herself, her head spinning and stomach in knots. If only you knew......if only you really, really knew how I feel. They were silent, as the music pulsed around them. Time stood still for Sarah, as they rocked back and forth. She struggled to stop herself from putting her head on his shoulder, from turning to kiss him, from pressing her body right up against his and telling him what she really wanted. "Sarah...." Mike whispered, his lips by her ear. She closed her eyes. "Mike." She replied slowly and quietly, wanting to savour this unexpected but earth-shattering moment. Holding him, being in his arms, was more than she could have hoped for. "We always said...." he said in a low voice, clearly struggling to find the right words. "We said forever." The room was spinning around her. Flashbacks of every kind were shooting through her mind, set off by his scent, his arms, his words. She couldn't find a reply, she just held him closer. Forever. She didn't know the meaning of the word, until the day she realized she would have to spend it without him. "Mike....we can't" she whispered, unable to figure out the feelings she was having. "Can't what, Sarah?" he replied, his breath gently caressing her ear. "This Mike...we can't do this. Right now. I can't stand it" she replied, not willing to play this game any longer. She stepped away from him, feeling like her heart was breaking all over again. To avoid a scene, she simply smiled and waved to people as she walked directly out of the hotel and into the chilly night. "Fucking cabs, why are there no fucking cabs around in this town?" she cursed as she scanned up and down the parking lot. The cold fall wind scattered leaves around the fairly empty parking lot. Spotting some cabs lined up at the other end of the parking lot, she crossed the rows of cars. She was halfway there when she heard footsteps behind her, calling her name. Sarah whirled around angrily. "What Mike? What!" she said in a low voice, unwilling to draw any attention to them. "What's wrong Sarah? We were just dancing and suddenly you storm away? What gives?" Mike said, obviously frustrated at her behavior. "Mike, you have to be kidding me. We've hardly spoken in ten years, we're both happily married, and you wait until NOW to bring up the past?" she said icily. "Sarah, I didn't mean to hurt you..." he began. "But you did Mike. You did. You broke my heart a million times over. I'll never love anyone like I loved you; I have DREAMS about you still for fuck's sakes! I have to spend the rest of my live getting over you, and suddenly you expect I'm going to give you a welcome reception now that you're suddenly willing to give me the time of day?" Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. "So it was true. Andrea wasn't full of crap after all" he responded. "Let go of me! Look...." "No Sarah. We said forever" he said, throwing his suit jacket over her shoulders, pulling her into his arms. "Mike..." He looked deep into her eyes, and he kissed her. His lips parted and touched hers so gently she wondered if she was imaging all of this. His warm embrace, soft kiss, familiar smell..... She couldn't help it. She began to melt into him, wrapping her arms around him once again and pressing herself tightly against his body. The stood there in the cold parking lot, kissing passionately. "We have to go" she said suddenly, pulling back from him. "What?" he said, clearly startled by their broken embrace. "Come with me" she said, taking his hand and pulling him purposefully towards the cabs. Within a minute they were inside the cab, arms around each other once more, unable to stay apart on the ride back to her hotel. Somehow they made it up to her room, and onto her bed. "Oh Mike.....Mike......" she moaned, as he kissed her neck and ran his hands through her hair. Her whole body was on fire, demanding one, singular thing. He rolled away from her and flicked on a bedside lamp. There were shadows all over the room, suddenly making her feel subconscious. "Why did you turn the light on?" she whispered as he came back to her. "I wanted to see you. All of your beautiful body. You have no idea how much I thought about it over the years" he replied truthfully. "I have thought about you." "I've never stopped thinking about you" she blurted out, uninhibited by wine and being with him. "Forever..." he whispered in her ear, now breathing heavily. "We said forever." "Oh god Mike..." she moaned as he leaned down towards her to kiss her deeply. They had their arms wrapped around each other, kissing and touching each other like the day they had first had sex. Sarah was exhilarated and terrified and confused, but the only thing she knew without a doubt is this is where she had to be, with him. tonight. "Wait, sit up" she moaned in between kisses. They finally sat up, facing each other on the bed. She reached towards him and caressed his cheek as she leaned into kiss him again. Her hands made their way to his tie, and began undressing him. His hands reached to her arms, and under her shirt. "Sarah...my beautiful Sarah" he sighed as her hands threw his shirt aside. He pulled down the straps of her dress, and almost simultaneously they stood up, immediately going to each other, hands everywhere; unbuttoning, unzipping. Very quickly they were down to their underwear, and kissing once again they fell back onto the bed. She could feel his hardness through his thin boxer shorts, and suddenly she felt flooded with desire, to the point she felt like she was going to drown in it. "Mike....oh my god MIke, I want you so much. I need your hard cock inside of me" she groaned as they groped and kissed and rubbed each other. "I want you too, I need you so bad" he muttered, pressing his rock-hard erection up against her. She unconsciously ground her hips against his leg, not caring if he could feel her wetness which was starting to soak her panties. He unhooked her bra and threw it aside. His lips moved down her body, down to her small, firm breasts. His lips travelled over her nipples, gently sucking and licking them, one then the other. She ran her hands through his hair, wanting him so badly she almost felt sick to her stomach. His free hand continued to travel over her body as she writhed and moaned underneath him. It finally found the soft folds between her legs, and they both gasped as he fingers found her wetness. "You are just dripping wet" he murmured with pleasure, as his cock stiffened even further. "It's for your cock MIke....that's how badly I need you inside me" she groaned, wiggling her hips to encourage his fingers into her. His fingers slid along her soaking wet pussy, continuing to lick and nibble both her nipples. She thought of his huge, thick cock and shivered. "MIke, I want you to fuck me....I need your cock in me right now" she moaned. "I am going to fuck you again, and again, and again. Right now, I just want to feel every part of you, I missed it so much" he smiled at her, as one of his fingers finally slipped up inside of her. "Oh my god, Mike" she gasped, immediately thrusting her hips to get his finger deeper into her. He looked up at her face, eyes half closed in excstasy, loving her reactions to him. He slid another finger inside of her, and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. The Reunion This story is based on true events and is my second story. Thank you for reading :) ************************************************* A warm breeze floated in through the open window into the small bedroom, Matthew and Emily had kept all the windows open in the house, they weren't used to the hot weather. Warm winds always came off the sea straight into the borrowed Californian beach house in the mornings and right now it was making the thin sheets stick to Matthews back already. It was eight am and the smell of pancakes, bacon and coffee wafted up through the floors from the kitchen filling every crevice of every room with the enticing smells. Matthew smiled to himself as he lay in bed, almost still asleep, with his eyes closed. He was at a great point in his life. The life he had right now was all he could have dreamed of. He had finally gotten job he'd always wanted, one of the highest paid, most important accountant in his branch in Britain. He had always been bright at maths and science at high school, and all he really wanted was to earn his millions, as he was so bright, it was easy. He had an amazing house back in Britain and had finally got his future wish. He had been best friends with Emily since preschool. They had been so close that everyone thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend. When they had finally gotten to high school, Matthew had always hoped that she would now be ready to fall in love with him like he was with her. Deep down she did, but always said that it would ruin their friendship if they started dating. She refused him every time he brought it up, and she was becoming harder and harder to resist as they turned sixteen and she had finally grown out of her geeky ways into blonde babe. She had a sizable chest at just sixteen, at least a C cup or D, she was very slim but didn't do any sports and ate until she couldn't move, but Matt loved everything about her. He was always depressed when she went out with boys after boys every weekend, who had also taking a liking to her chest and silky blonde hair., and had been seriously pissed when he found out that she had had sex with one of the popular morons in their class. He had always hoped that they would lose their virginity to each other, it really would have been perfect, like childhood sweethearts. After Emily had finally stopped her chain of boyfriends and stuck with her other best friend Gareth, Matthew began to lose hope and had started to also date girls and try to get into their pants some other way but had always nursed a soft spot for her and he knew he always would. Finally, when they were twenty six, Emily finally broke off her engagement to Gareth, she was distraught and Matthew, being her best friend, swooped in and took her on holiday to Paris with his earnings from his new job he was doing so well at. After getting wasted by the moment, Matthew proposed to her, not caring for the "No" that was sure to come but to his amazement, Emily had said yes. She told him she was an idiot for ignoring him all these years when really she knew that she loved him too. Now four years later they were married, with three children, great jobs and had an amazing sex life. "There you go" Emily smiled as she handed him a cup of vanilla coffee. The sweet aroma filled his nose as he took a long sip and she placed a breakfast tray in front of him complete with French toast, Tropicana, pancakes and bacon. He placed his coffee down and leaned in to kiss her soft pink lips as she sat down on the bed with hers. "This, looks amazing" he grinned at her, taking a bite of his French toast. "my own little chef" he laughed bemused. Emily was a chef, and worked practically anywhere back home where they sold or made food. From self catering to restaurants, as long as she was cooking food, she didn't really care. Right now, they were enjoying a well earned summer vacation in there friends beach house in southern California. It was perfect, they were missing their kids and the rest of the family, but having hardly any good weather in Wales, great Britain, so they kept busy by relaxing on the private beach out the backyard. Emily had suggested the holiday and had kept saying she was having the time of her life. He was staring at her now as she rambled on about some restaurant that had opened up in town. She had always been short but had grown a little since having the kids, she was still a little chubby from having three kids, where she had never really lost it but he loved it, he loved having something to hold onto when he fucked her. She still had great boobs, and hair was nicely kept and always smelt like strawberries which had always comforted him when he hugged her and rested his chin on her head. To Emily, Matthew looked exactly the same too, he still had the boyish good looks he always had had, his scruffy black hair falling into his eyes, his big brown shining eyes that gleamed when he stared at her. He worked out every now and then, they had a mini gym in the house but hardly ever used it. He was tall with broad shoulders and loved rugby and running in his spare time so his sports had toned him up a little. That night they both went out to eat at the restaurant Emily had told him about that morning, he had always loved American food. They ate and talked and laughed and even danced at the end of the night with all the other boring couples celebrating either birthdays or anniversaries. "So my grandmother has just landed in Miami this morning, she just got back from Italy, and I was thinking that this weekend we could go visit" She asked cautiously as they walked out of the restaurant and got into the car. "umm sure, I guess" Matthew replied unsmiling. He wasn't a fan of Emily's grandmother, she lived in Miami permanently but visited the UK every four months to see her family. She wasn't entirely happy with Emily's choice of getting married so early, she wanted Emily to get a proper job and have a future and blamed Matt for ruining Emily's life. He had to find a way out of it he thought, two days later as he was fixing the old jet skis he had found in the garage by the beach. He couldn't stand the crazy old bitch. She was seriously demented, she hated men, she hated all of Emily's sisters husbands too so it wasn't too personal he thought. He was thinking of a way to get out of meeting the old bat as he sped away on the jet ski, sea foam and salt water hit his face as he skimmed the surface. This place was heaven. It was warm but not to warm, he didn't want to leave and go to Miami where it was way to hot, he couldn't go. Two hours later, when Emily had come back from shopping she found Matthew passed out on the couch, a packet of Doritos on his stomach and a can of beer in his hand. "Matt! You were supposed to put the stove on an hour ago what the hell are you doing?" she yelled pissed off. "I fell off the jet ski, I think I've sprained my ankle, I cant walk." Matthew pretended to wince. Her expression softened as she put down the paper bags and came over to him. "Cant you walk on it at all?" She asked fluffing his pillow and looking troubled. "No not really, I just about managed to get in here on my own without falling. It'll probably be ok in a few days with plenty of rest sweetheart, don't worry about it." he grimaced at her. "But we were supposed to go and visit my grandmother tomorrow" she pouted, looking disappointed. "I guess I'll go and cancel" she sighed as she stood up. "Wait sweetie" he grabbed her hand as she made to walk off. "Why don't you still go? don't let me spoil this, you haven't seen Granma Ellen in awhile. Go on. Go see her, she'll love you even more if you go alone" Matthew tried to joke. "I don't know, you know I don't like travelling alone. I don't understand how Nico does it." She sighed shaking her head. "well, I guess I could go see her. Miami isn't that far. Alright then Ill call the airlines and cancel your seat." she got up smiling and went to start dinner. In the morning Matthew woke up to the bright sunlight glaring into his eyes. He looked around and saw that Emily had already left. He yawned and stretched as he got up and made his way to the kitchen. Sure enough on the counter top was a note saying that she wouldn't be back for another four days and what numbers to contact her on. Matthew was decided he was going to spend the day California style, grab some OJ, put on his shorts and hit the beach with a surfboard. He went out back to the garage to find some boards, Nico was quite the surfer so there was a good selection. He settled for a blue and white one which smelled faintly of grape, put his Raybans on and walked over to the local beach, Coconut Grove. The fine powdered sand was hot on his feet as he walked to the clear blue shoreline, Matthew had always loved the beach. Back home, there was nothing you could call a beach after being in California. He looked around, it was eleven am and a few dog walkers and runners made there way up the sand and also a few surfers were already dotted out in the waves. Matthew smiled as he threw his sunglasses on his bag and towel and ran into the surf. A few hours later after hitting nearly every huge wave, Matthew was exhausted, dragging his surfboard onto the sand and passing out on the floor. He put his sun glasses back on and scanned the beach again. It was practically full now, of families and tourists, dogs and their walkers and more water sport fanatics. Also was the Baywatch huts. Matthew sat, unable to stop staring at the blonde women in her bright red bathing suit chatting up a college grad. She was tan and obviously athletic, her breasts just grazing the top of her suit and her round ass moved seductively as she giggled at the kid. Matthew felt his dick harden as he watched her bounce enthusiastically as she laughed, her tits just bobbing over the suit. As much as he loved Emily, Matthew couldn't deny he missed fucking other women. Just a change now and then would be great he thought. The same woman over and over, of course it got boring but Matthew knew he was too much of a pussy to cheat. He sighed as he got up and made his way back to the house to have a shower. For the rest of the day all Matthew could think about was the blonde at the beach. He was starting to get Horny and decided to get a few cold beers and rent some porn as Emily wasn't there to help him. Matthew suddenly woke up in the dark room, he had fallen asleep after watching the second porno and noticed his beer spilt on the floor. He looked around disorientated, the fallen beer hadn't woke him, something else had. He looked around again, wondering if there was any intruders. He waited a minute or so then went to the kitchen for a cloth to wipe the beer. Just as he stood up to put the cloth back in the kitchen he heard a voice outside. It sounded close as if it was just outside the front door. The voice was mumbling, as if slurred. Matthew went to the door and as he made to open it, it flew open and a women fell inside just as Matthew caught her. Matthew, startled, was about to shout what the hell was going on, when he suddenly recognised the women, who was now giggling in his arms. "Nico?" He gasped trying to steady the girl who was laughing madly at her fall. "Yeah?" she giggled now searching for the stair rail in the dark and attempting to take her heels off. Matthew flicked the light on impatiently looking at her annoyed, she was still laughing, drunk off her face, drenched in colored alcohol. He felt like a father here to tell his daughter off for sneaking out. He relaxed then and looked at her. She really was a mess. He couldn't help it but started to join in with her laughter. It was hard to be mad at Nico or even be mad around her, She had a soothing, funny aura about her that made everybody love her. Once they had both calmed themselves, Matthew helped her take off her shoes and helped her to the kitchen table. As he did so he noticed her tits practically tumbling out of her little black dress. Still horny, Matthew felt himself harden once again. He sat her down on the kitchen chair and made his way over to the bar. Any good friend would offer Tylenol and water to their drunk friend to get them to sober up and go to sleep but Matthew knew better. Nico had always been a partier and a light weight, not the best mix but a fun one, so at the bar he pulled out some beverages. "Scotch or Margaritas?" He asked finding the only two bottles. It was odd asking Nico if she wanted her own drink in her own house. " Both" she smiled dreamily and stretched out her arm for the scotch and Matthew went to make the margaritas. "What are you doing here?" Matthew asked her as he blended the drinks, "I thought you were in Morocco?" Nico, who was drinking the scotch straight from the bottle suddenly laughed as she reminisced. "I was, but I came home. Well, one of my homes and you just happened to be here" She smiled but then suddenly frowned. "I think the question is what are you doing here? Huh? Oh my god. You haven't left Emily have you?" She suddenly pouted. Matthew had to laugh at her and reluctantly she did too. "No not at all. Me and Em are just having a break from work and the kids. Em is just visiting Ellen." Nico suddenly understood and grimaced " Ah, dear old Ellen. So you just happened to be ill when she asked you to visit?" She said in mock outrage. "Technically I've sprained my ankle" Matthew replied sheepishly. "Oh Mattie that's so lame!" and she started to laugh again. After the drinks were finished and they had talked about Nico's travels of India and stories of Matthew's kids, outside it was starting to get lighter. "Well I'm gonna go sleep" Nico smiled again at thoughts far away. "Night Mattie, Is it ok if I spend the night?" she giggled, "Shh you" Matthew laughed and slapped her ass as she got up and she went upstairs to bed. As she walked away, Matthew noticed the size of her boobs again. She had always had the biggest tits growing up. You just had to mention Nico and tits and everyone knew who she was. But now Matthew noticed they were bigger now probably a 34DD and they were nice and rounded. Matthew hadn't really thought much of Nico growing up, yeah she was pretty, sexy even but she never used the sexiness until now. He thought it was because she had always been a little chubby and he had never seemed to get past that but still she had always been gorgeous. Matthew had always thought of her as a sister, his closest, oldest friend apart from Emily but now he wasn't so sure who turned him on more. It was hotter than ever the next day and Matthew was sat in just his swimming shorts in the study with the fan on and the windows all open. He was reading a boring letter and catching up on some work from the office when suddenly the door opened and a glowing Nico walked in carrying a heavy pile of books in her arms. That was the one thing he had always hated about Nico. She could literally drink her weight in Alcohol and not have so much as a headache the next day. After seeing her last night, her face sweaty and hazy and her clothes stained and damp from spilt drinks and watching her tumbling through the front door, Matthew would have expected nothing less than her staying in bed all day drinking water and hiding from the light, but here she was strong as ever, right as rain. "Here want some help?" he offered rising from his seat and moving over to help her, She jumped and turned around startled, dropping two books on the floor. "Oh, shit Matt, you scared me, I wondered where you had got to, watcha doing?" She asked, now smiling and placing the books on the bookshelf behind her. "oh nothing just work stuff" Matt replied, bending down to pick up the books. He rose and came to face her ass, and while she talked away he couldn't help noticing how good it looked in her beach shorts, she wasn't as thin as most women, she never had been, never really gave a damn about what anyone thought as long as she was happy. He also couldn't stop thinking of her amazing bust and her small waist with huge hips and amazingly long legs, a little scarred from being a tomboy. "Ah Office work, Now that sounds like fun" She laughed and rolled her eyes. She had a killer smile, that was her favourite feature she had told everyone as a teen. She never had braces or teeth whitens but bright white, straight teeth all from genetics, topped off with beautiful full lips. "By the way" she added turning and taking the book from him. " Sit, we still need a little catch up, because I cant remember shit all from last night. Ill go get some drinks" she smiled and walked toward the doorway then paused. "Virgin or slut?" He looked at her puzzled and desperately trying to stop staring at her ass and failing. "what?" he blushed, his eyes flickering back from her eyes to her butt. "A boring fruit smoothie or something exciting like another batch of margaritas?" She giggled, her teal eyes twinkling. "Uh, margaritas would be great" he answered, willing himself too look at her face and no lower. "Slut it is" she smiled and continued to walk out the door. Matthew could swear the temperature had just gone up ten degrees. The time Matthew started to loosen up and stopped looking at her cleavage they had consumed most of the margaritas and were definitely a lot more giggly than they normally would have been. It was quarter to eight and the setting sun outside was casting a warm comfortable, purple pink glow inside the study they had been talking for most of the day. "So about last night I'm so sorry. I didn't realise anyone was here. I got back from morocco a few days ago and I've been staying at a friends in San Diego and decided go home for a little bit, so I came back here to Venice. You should have text me or something" she smiled. "yeah, I guess we should have. Sorry we're only out here for a few more days then its home" Matt said still staring at her. "We?" she said suddenly confused. "Me and Em. I'm not here alone, I did say last night" Matthew laughed, she looked disappointed and said "Where's Em now? She's not here is she?" "No no, she's in Miami for a few days visiting Ellen." "Oh" she perked up, "Didn't fancy visiting grams huh?" she smirked knowingly. They all lived near Ellen as kids, may have she doted on Emily but was extremely grumpy old women. She was the type of neighbour that you dreaded when your ball landed on their lawn. She would never give it back. "Evil" was the word Nico always used. "Not at all" he grinned. "So Where are you gonna go next?" Nico was always the adventurous one. The only one with the wild side. When they were growing up everyone was getting good grades to get a good job so they could support their families. All except for her. She was the one who just didn't give a damn about life, she had such a laid back view not caring what happened. While everyone was planning their dream job and kids names, Nico was working as a waitress and a bartender, learning so that when she travelled the world, she could earn money in restaurants and bars. Her dream was to have a single suitcase in her hand and follow the sun over cities, countries and seas not caring where she was the next day as long as she was travelling and seeing the world, that was all that mattered to her. Now and then back home when Matt and Emily would sit at the breakfast table in the morning they would often receive a postcard off her from the place she was at that moment residing. The ones on the fridge where from places like Croatia, India, Russia, Egypt and Tibet all of them wishing they were there. Sometimes when Matthew was working late at the office he would stare at the picture of him and his friends on the desk. There was Lucy, dolled up as usual, Becky, elegant and sophisticated, Himself, Emily pregnant and glowing at the time and Nico, with her radiant tan and her curly auburn hair. Looking at her there always made him wonder what was he doing with his life? He got the job, the family and the money, and to be honest with himself, he was bored, but there was Nico travelling the world, meeting new people and knowing Nico, Probably Fucking every guy she met on the way. Matthew had often wondered if he was a little jealous of Nico. The girl had him questioning his life. The Reunion Lindsay made her way to the bar, not bothering to glance at the familiar faces from her past. Screw them. Screw him. She wasn't sure why she even came to this damn thing. She had nothing to show for the past ten years. It had been nothing but heartache and empty wallets for her. She ordered a dirty martini and sat down at a stool, eyeing them. They were doctors and lawyers and housewives with fancy cars. And she was nothing; crappy job, no ring, not even a boyfriend to show off. Screw him. Lindsay gulped down the martini, not even bothering to taste, and ordered another. At least the drinks were free. She stood up and straightened her dress. She had to admit, she looked better than most of her fellow alumni. She had worked hard at keeping her hourglass figure firm in all the right places. Her long dark hair was sleek and shiny, and her face was still youthful. She noticed some of them glancing at her. The men that never noticed her in high school were now pushing their wives aside, for a gander. Lindsay smiled, glad she had picked this dress. The tight black fabric was sexy without being revealing. It hugged her large breasts and emphasized her narrow waist. She had picked it to get Jeremy's attention. His mind had been so focused on work these days that he had barely touched her, and she knew he wouldn't have been able to resist her in this dress. But, he couldn't come. He had to go away to some stupid game with the boys, and couldn't even bother to be with her at her high school reunion. Fuck him. Some boyfriend he was. Lindsay crossed her legs and glanced at her red stilettos. Jeremy would have loved these shoes. She took a sip of her martini, this time savoring the warmth of the liquor as it flowed down her throat and hit her belly in a delicious way. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling. A warm breath hit her neck and for a moment she thought it was a dream, but then the voice came. "Hello, Lindsay. You are looking ravishing this evening." Lindsay swung her stool around, brushing her heels against the legs of the culprit. Her gray eyes locked on to the deep blue of his. She instantly was taken back to her senior year history class. Andrew McDaniels. Oh how she had wanted him. She had often fantasized about him becoming her first, their sweaty young love pounding away in the gym closet. Even in the years after graduation she had fantasized about him. And here he was, handsome as ever, smiling seductively with his dark blue eyes. "Andrew, wow, you look great. Where's your wife?" Lindsay cringed, awaiting the response. She was sure he would be married and his woman would be in the restroom or something of equivalent annoyance. "No wife. Girlfriend, back home. She couldn't come, or didn't want to." "Wow, what a bitch." Andrew laughed and set his drink down, pulling his head close to hers. She felt her breath catch in her throat at the nearness of him. "Lindsay, I always regretted not asking you out. I was a messed up kid; too shy and too stupid. But here you are, and here I am, and I want you. Bad." His lips brushed up against the bare skin of her neck and her stomach flip flopped at the sensation. It was like her ultimate fantasy come true, high school crush turned reality. She licked her full lips, desire bubbling to the surface. He still looked good and he was here, wanting her. She pulled herself off the stool, her body brushing up against his, her legs shaking. Heat formed in the places where they had touched, and the thought of his bare skin on hers made her body weak with desire. What the hell? She pressed her body closer and ran her hand up along the muscles of his chest. He obviously worked out, the body underneath was firm and chiseled. She felt a dampness grow within her satin panties at the touch. "Let's go, big boy." Andrew smiled and clasped his hands around her back, gradually running them down to her ass. She gasped as he pulled her in closer, hands firmly pinching her cheeks. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the hardness of his chest and her nipples grew taut. His smile grew sinister as he felt her firm peaks brush up against his body. He moved one hand from her rear to her waist and up to her breast, firmly pinching the hard peak beneath the fabric. Lindsay let out a moan and felt her body quiver under his devilish spell. She grasped his hand and pulled him away from the bar, anxious to get him naked. He began nuzzling her ear as they walked toward the lobby. His breath was hot and his voice low and needy. "Elevator, sugar. I got a room upstairs." They arrived at the elevator and Lindsay pushed the button, her heart beating fast in her chest. He continued to nibble at her ear and neck as they waited for the elevator. She turned toward him, unable to resist any longer, and pressed her lips against his mouth. He deepened the kiss and probed her mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed her body, caressing and kneading. She pulled herself up against him feeling the length of him against her leg. The elevator's bell chimed and the doors opened wide. She pushed him in and jammed the button to close the door. Andrew clicked on the eleven button and up they went. His hands were on her in an instant, roaming up her legs and under her dress. He knelt down in front of her and lifted the hem of the skirt to get a glance at her secrets beneath. He pressed his face against the thin, moist, satin fabric. Lindsay could feel the stubble of his chin against her tender flesh. The erotic sensation sent a quiver through her body. His hands pulled off her panties in one swift motion and his mouth found her now bare flesh. His tongue flicked the delicate bud hidden within her flesh and a moan escaped her lips as the sensation set her on edge. His fingers found her slick opening and gently probed inside as his tongue nuzzled the hardened button. She grasped at the walls of the elevator for support. His fingers quickened their pace, moving in and out of her soaked slit. Her body tensed as her pleasure mounted. The elevator bell chimed out loudly and despite her protests, Andrew withdrew himself from beneath her dress and picked her up into his arms. He carried her down the hallway to his room and anxiously placed the keycard in the lock. She began unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to run her hands along the muscles beneath. He opened the door and set her down inside, quickly shutting the door behind them. He turned his attention on her, his hands pulling desperately at the zipper on her dress. It fell to the floor in a puddle of black, revealing her large, bare breasts and full hips. He took a moment to study her body which had matured magnificently in the past ten years. He moved closer and ran his hands over her firm ass. She gasped at his touch and yanked off his shirt, anxious to feel the heat of his skin. She ran her hands along his taut muscles as he continued to caress her ass. His body was hot beneath her hands, she could feel the heat pulsating in his slacks against her bare thigh. She licked his nipples, flicking each with her tongue as they grew taut. Her mouth roamed lower to his happy trail. She kissed his abs and his belly button and reached that delicate area right above his belt line. He ran his fingers through her hair as she moved her mouth over his body, becoming desperate with the desire to fill her pussy with his aching cock. Lindsay removed his belt and pulled the zipper down. She slipped the pants and boxers down to his ankles. His cock burst forth, showing her his full, pulsating length. She gasped at the sight and wrapped her hands around it tightly, marveling at the heat radiating from it as it throbbed ferociously. A drop of liquid oozed out of the tip. She licked the drop up with her tongue and wrapped her full mouth around the pulsating head. Andrew's body tightened as she began sucking on the thick cock. She arched her lips tautly around it and began moving it back and forth in her mouth, her hand working the shaft in perfect unison. She circled the large head with her tongue and flicked the sensitive underside. He let out a moan at the action, his tip releasing hot dribbles of liquid in her mouth. She began to suck harder as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft. She looked up at him with her big grey eyes and her mouth full of cock. His balls jumped as he watched her suck with all her might. Her breasts bounced around as she moved her head back and forth. He had to have her wrapped tightly around him. His cock twitched anxiously in agreement. He reached down and pulled her up, pressing her breasts firmly against his body. He kissed her deeply, urgently. She kissed him back hard, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly. He moved his mouth over her neck, kissing his way to her collarbone. She arched her head back as he moved his mouth down lower to the top of her breasts. His hand grasped her right breast as his mouth covered the tight peak. She moaned deeply as he sucked at the nipple and nibbled on it gently with his teeth. He moved to the left breast and sucked eagerly as his hands rubbed the peak of the other. Lindsay could feel her lips swelling and heat gathering within them. Juices flowed out of her opening as he sucked on her nipple. His lips and tongue teased sending pleasure all the way down to her toes. Her pussy began to throb with need. She wanted his cock in her, and was anxious to feel the length of it deep within her channel. He stood and pulled her up with him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her back against the wall. Lindsay flung her arms around his neck, anxious and needy to have him inside of her. She arched her back and thrust her hips forward toward his large throbbing cock, desperate to have it within her aching pussy. He laughed and kissed her hard. She could feel his hot cock pressed against her body. The thrill of the touch sending her over the edge. He reached down between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb as his fingers stroked the opening of her slit. Her body tightened at the intense wave of pleasure. He rubbed faster, sending her into oblivion. Her back arched and she let out a moan as her body tensed and she climaxed hard beneath his fingers. Her body shook as the waves passed over her. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it over her clit, covering it with her juices. She moved forward, the need to have it inside her overwhelming. He pulled away and rubbed her clit again, teasingly. He moved it downward and placed it over her opening, slowly pushing it inside. Her body responded, moving forward to try and take it all in. He moved back again and rubbed it over her sensitive mound. She couldn't take it anymore. Her body was desperate with need, desperate to feel him moving inside her. His eyes locked onto hers and he smiled teasingly, before quickly shoving his large cock into her aching pussy. She took it all in, hungrily gripping all of him with her muscles. They both gasped at the sensation as he began to pump in and out of her dripping wet slit. He quickened his pace, fucking her hard, her back pounding against the wall. She held on with all her might, her nails digging into the flesh on his back. Her hard nipples rubbed against his chest with every thrust, sending her over the edge. Her body flushed with heat as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep within her. She moved her hips forward to take him in even deeper. He let out a low moan and his balls grew tighter as they slapped into her with each thrust. She shivered as her body began to tense, her muscles clenching tightly at the cock buried deep within her body. She screamed his name loudly as she began to cum, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. The muscles throbbed hard and fast within her, clenching and unclenching around his cock. The feeling sent him over the edge and he began pumping harder and faster desperate to feel every inch of her throbbing pussy. He couldn't hold back anymore and let himself erupt deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. Lindsay wrapped her arms around him as her body calmed from the spasms of pleasure that surged through her. He held her tightly as his body relaxed, both panting from the exertion. Their juices flowed freely as his cock slipped out of her soaking flesh. He pulled her head back gently with his hands and kissed her full lips. She kissed him back deeply, passionately. Andrew pulled her body up and carried to her to the bed, laying her down gently. "So, will I see you at the next reunion?" he asked as he moved his naked body over her, his cock already rigid again. "You can count on it," she said, breathlessly, as he slid his member deep within her. The Reunion At -10 it was a relatively warm night in Grand Forks, Saskatchewan. There was no comfort in that for Amy Thibodeau who was just getting home from the gym. She'd been working 12 hour days since she moved here two and a half months ago, partly out of necessity. When she'd been offered the position by corporate, she knew it was a big chance they were taking, and it was a big jump for her. She was determined to turn the plant around as the new production supervisor, but constantly butting heads with the entrenched plant management was taking it's toll. At first the gym had been her refuge, but even now it was starting to become another burden. What she really needed was her husband, Steve. She'd left him behind after only 8 months of marriage to sell their house in Ontario and move their things. He was scheduled to arrive in 2 weeks, and they talked online most nights, but it wasn't the same. And she hadn't been able to get a hold of him for 2 nights now. Her other friends avoided the subject and the niggling thought appeared that maybe he was stepping out. They had had a whirlwind romance after she met him, while she had been dating his brother, Ted. She was very fond of Ted, but they'd both known they had no future. Ted was pissed a bit when she split with him, but now he was genuinely happy for her and Steve. But now even Ted wasn't answering his calls. At least it was Friday. The plant manager had specifically instructed her to take the weekend off, so she could maybe get caught up on her rest. When she allowed herself to think about it, she was so fucking horny, too. She and Steve had cammed a couple of times a week, but for the last 2 weeks he'd always had some reason not to. She was so upset, and to top it off all the guys here figured since she was solo, she was available. She was bordering on exhaustion as she fumbled with the keys to her apartment. She dropped them and when she bent over to retrieve them she stifled a sob of despair. But when she stood up she couldn't stifle the shriek that escaped her lips before the heavy glove covered her mouth. There was a man standing in front of her wearing a ski mask. He peered intently into her eyes for a second, then whispered in an exaggerated disguised voice. "You are in no danger. Just behave and keep your fuckin mouth shut and we'll have some fun." He turned her to the door and pushed her hand with the keys towards the door. Amy was shaking so badly as she tried to get the key in the lock, it took her three attempts. Once they got inside the man pushed her backwards onto the couch. She could barely make out his form in the dark as he approached then suddenly she couldn't see anything. She felt her eyes being covered and something being done behind her head and she realized she was being blindfolded. She was finally galvanized to action and she jumped up intending to dart for the bedroom. Her hands reached for the blindfold but she was stopped by a sharp pain in the back of her head. She knew she lost a few hairs there and tears sprang to her eyes, from the pain and from what she knew was coming. A voice came from beside her head, this time through a modulator, "I told you to behave, bitch. You're going to pay for that." Amy was lifted by an arm, then both her arms were forced behind her back where her wrists were clamped together with padded handcuffs. A feeling of relief, however small, swept through her because of the handcuffs; she realized the man really didn't intend to hurt her. She stood motionless as she heard the man walking around the apartment. She heard a drawer clattering in the kitchen, then he was beside her again. She felt cold steel against the small of her back and with it a shiver of panic pierced her heart. Her blouse was tugged away before she heard the scissors cutting the cloth. "You fucker!" Amy surprised herself at her protest. "I paid 80 bucks for that blouse!" Her head rocked at the retort, a sharp slap across her face, again drawing a few fears. Even if the man meant her no harm, he wasn't reticent about punishing her. He continued cutting and she felt the cool air of her chilled apartment as her back was bared. "The thermostat's on the wall by the kitchen." Amy kept her voice low and non-confrontational. The stranger complied by leaving for a minute and Amy heard her baseboard heaters click on. When he came back he continued. He liked to take his time, caressing her skin as each new section was revealed. After he unsnapped her bra he cradled her breasts almost lovingly for a minute before he pushed her top forward and off her arms. The stranger moved in front of her and she heard his ragged breath while he obviously stood looking at her. He undid her belt and the button of her slacks when the enormity of her situation hit her again. She was about to be raped. No matter how solicitous this man was, he was going to rape her. She felt a brief twinge in her pussy before the panic set in. She'd had a rape fantasy that she played with Steve, but the reality was much more frightening "No, no." Amy whimpered. "Please don't. I'm married." That modulated voice again, "I know you're married. He'll never know if you don't tell him." So, he'd been watching her. Was it someone she knew? Someone from work, or the gym? She'd been so focused since she got here she hadn't even noticed if anyone was paying any attention to her. He had her slacks unzipped and was worming them down over her butt. She had a passing sensation of embarrassment when she realized she was wearing her granny panties. She hadn't packed anything sexy and her regular panties were all in the wash. The ones she had on now were a pair she wore when she had her period, frayed, stained, and stretched. When her pants were around her ankles the man helped her step out, steadying her as started her moving forward. She knew he was guiding her towards the bathroom by the turns they were making. Amy could see some light through the blindfold and he walked her up to the tub. "Do you have to pee?" he asked. Amy shook her head negative. "Umm, poop?" Amy laughed at the thought of the big mean sociopathic rapist balking at crude language. "You mean shit?" Amy asked. "No." She had a brief moment of panic, again, at what would happen if she did have to take a crap. Would he uncuff her? Would he clean her? She felt the man's warm body lean past her and turn the shower on. He adjusted the temperature and helped her into the tub. She felt odd, still wearing her panties, but she was comforted that she wasn't fully naked. After a minute standing under the water, the man joined her. He took up her sponge and applied soap to it, then washed her body. "Lean on me." He whispered hoarsely. He'd taken his modulator off so Amy tried to get an idea from his tone and inflection, who it might be. She leaned her hip against his shoulder and she felt his hands washing her legs. He paid attention to details, taking the weight off her feet and washing between her toes. She got tense as his hands climbed her legs, massaging her calves, caressing the back of her knees. Despite herself she had to admit it felt good. It had been so long since she'd felt another person's touch. After the stranger washed her thighs and hips he bypassed her bum and pussy and soothingly stroked her stomach. Amy actually heard him groan as his lips traced a trail along her caesarian scar, and she felt a wave of sorrow at the life she'd lost, in there. Her son had been full term, stillborn and it had taken her a decade to get over it. Only her husband, his brother, and her parents knew about it as the father, her first love, had disappeared before she'd even told him she was pregnant. The stranger put his arms around her and hugged her with his head against her belly. She felt comforted by his gesture, although he couldn't know what it meant to her. Could he? The stranger stood and turned her and continued with his cleaning, He stroked her back and kissed her shoulder blades. He ran his tongue down the nodules of her spine, stopping every three or four vertebrae and kissed and nipped her skin. He knelt down again behind her and she felt his hands on her hips when his tongue got close to her panties. Despite herself she could feel her body warming to him. "Please!" Amy implored, although even she wasn't sure whether she wanted him to stop, or keep going. The stranger pushed forward on her lower back, with one hand still on her hip. Amy bent at the waist and he nipped at the twin globes of her ass, poking his tongue at the taught material spanning her crack. This time she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. How could she feel like this? A married woman, and 15 minutes after being subdued she was becoming aroused by her captor. He only spent a moment worshipping her ass when he stood again and turned her around. She was shocked when his lips met hers and his tongue probed at her mouth. She responded by opening her mouth, before remembering what was happening. "No, no, no!" Amy shook her head. "Get the fuck away from me!" She tried to turn away. "Help!" she screamed. "Dear God, help me!" Again she felt the sting of his palm, this time across her ass. Twice more he struck her and she quieted down. "I told you!" he hissed. The stranger resumed cleaning, once again. He soaped her shoulders and upper chest, then moved to finish cleaning her torso. When he was done with the cleaning he moved to her breasts. Again she heard him moan as his hands cradled her B-cups. He leaned in and nipped at her lips but didn't force the issue, licked lightly around her mouth, then kissed his way down her neck. As he brushed her hair away from the nape of her neck and nibbled on the skin there, his hands fondled her breasts, tugging and twisting at her nipples. He turned her around again and, for the first time, pressed himself up against her. She felt his cock, hard against her bottom, and she whimpered out loud. Amy knew he knew he had her. He turned her around and kissed his way down her front. His lips worked her breasts kissing and licking her curves. This guy was good, he knew his way around a woman's body. He finally zeroed in on her nipples and sucked hard on the tight little nubs. He alternated back and forth between her nipples until she lost control and cried out. As soon as she did he stopped. He kissed his way down her stomach, not going slowly this time, and when he got to her panties he buried his nose in the front. Amy felt mildly ashamed because her arousal would be very evident. She knew he would be breathing in a big breath of pussy juice, and piss. As she got older she found herself leaking a bit of urine very time she sneezed or coughed and usually by the end of a long day she was very fragrant. Fortunately Steve appreciated her scent, although no matter the circumstances, she was embarrassed this stranger would smell her like that. The stranger snuffled into her and she felt his tongue poking at her clit through the cotton. His hands went up under her panties in the rear and he cupped her ass just before he grabbed her panties and pulled them down. She cried out again as she stood there naked. His fingers poked between her buttocks and she felt him rinsing out the sweaty residue left over from her long day. Presently he turned her around and his tongue followed his fingers, he held her cheeks open and delved deep into her anus. "Oh God!" she cried out. "Please don't!" Her mouth was protesting but her body was eager. She pushed her bum back at his tongue. She'd always wanted to try anal sex with Steve, but he'd never been interested. This man certainly seemed to be. He kept licking and probing her bottom and his fingers moved around to the front of her hips, teasing at her pussy. She could feel her own wetness seeping from her vulva as his fingers stirred between them. Her knees buckled briefly and he held her steady for a minute before resuming his ministrations. He pushed her towards the back of the tub and her head rested against the tiles. This time he attacked her vigorously, his tongue on her anus, his fingers on her clit. Within seconds she felt her orgasm washing over her. "Oh, God! Steve, I'm so sorry. It feels so fucking good." She shuddered under the strangers touch and gave herself over to the sensations. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she whimpered. "I want your cock." With her ass stuck out, the stranger took her at her word. He stood up and without preamble drove his cock into her. He held her hips as he hammered away, no pretense of subtlety. His jack-hammering cock drove her to new heights of passion and she felt her pussy clenching over his glass hard rod. "Oh God, fuck me! It's been so long." She lost the capacity for words and just shrieked and moaned, her cries echoing in the small room. Finally she felt the strangers cock swelling more and he exploded, flooding her with his cream. His ejaculation triggered another spasm of pleasure from her and she wept with her release. As the lovers' sounds of passion died down Amy's sobs of pleasure turned to pain, and grief. She stood there with her head against the tile and wept. Her betrayal of her husband's trust, by enjoying another man's passion made her feel heinous. The stranger pulled his cock out and she rejoiced at her pussy's emptiness as she felt her betrayal pour out with his seed. Amy was inconsolable, so the stranger stood her up and cleaned her again. He washed her pussy and her legs, and this time she felt no pleasure from his touch. He helped her out of the bath and dried her off as she stood there silently weeping, occasionally trembling through her sobs. When Amy was dry the stranger lead her into her bedroom and undid her handcuffs. He cuffed her with a new pair to the bed, after putting a flannel nightgown on her. He laid beside her and held her as she dozed off. Amy awoke several hours later needing to pee. She moaned and the stranger, still beside her, stirred. "Hunh?" he grunted. "I have to pee." Amy said, listlessly. The stranger stood and uncuffed her from the bed, leading her to the bathroom. Amy was still wearing the flannel gown so she just sat down when the stranger lifted her hem and positioned her. Even though she couldn't see him, she looked away as she started to pee. When she was done the stranger patted her down with toilet paper and lead her back to bed. "Are you hungry?" he asked, his modulator in place. Amy thought a minute and nodded. The Stranger took her into the living room and cuffed her to the couch while he cooked her an omelet. He fed her bite by bite, until she was done. After they finished he took her back into the bedroom and he eased her onto the bed. As he cuffed her to the bed on her stomach, she softly whispered, "Ding, ding." "Pardon?" he asked, his voice warbling. Amy cleared her throat. "I said, 'Ding, ding.' Round two is starting." "It is indeed." She heard him leave the room, then she heard clattering from the kitchen. Several minutes later he came back in the room and knelt over her, his legs straddling her thighs. Amy felt some warm oil filling the concavity of her lower back. The stranger rubbed the oil around until her back was coated. He began expertly massaging her, stroking and probing her muscles until, despite herself, she felt herself relaxing. She almost dozed off in the time he spent on her back alone. Then he moved on to her legs. He was giving her a real massage her, not just copping a feel, digging deep and searching out the knots and pinches. After he was finished with her legs he rolled her over and did her front. He worked his way up her legs, her groin and abdomen. Amy was getting uncomfortable now, until she finally had to speak. "Umm, hey." He stopped massaging her. "Umm, I have to go." "Go?" He warbled. "You know." She wiggled her butt. "Go, to the bathroom. Number two." "Oh. OK." The Stranger uncuffed her from the bed again and lead her into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet and cuffed her hands in front of her and waited. "Can you leave?" Amy whispered, humiliated. "No." Amy tried to hold it, but her need was overwhelming and she let it go. She was thankful it didn't stink and when she was done she tried to rise. The Stranger undid her cuffs and twisted one arm so it forced her into an awkward position and she wouldn't be tempted run. But this allowed her to wipe herself with her other hand and she was thankful he didn't try to do that for her. After she washed her hands he took her back to the bed and cuffed her on her back. He continued her massage, moving up her abdomen and into her pectoral muscles. After he did her arms and hands he softened his touch and did the front of her shoulders. He finished her off by rolling her over again and doing the back of her shoulders, up into her neck and scalp. The stranger again straddled her hips and this time he let her feel his tumescent organ in the cleft of her buttocks. He let his finger tips trail down her torso, tickling her lightly. He felt her ribs, felt her muscles tense under his touch. He'd wanted her as long as he'd known her and this was the perfect opportunity to enjoy her without distractions. He laid on her back, the tip of his cock touching her pussy. He could feel her starting to get wet again. God, he loved how responsive she was. He moved his hips a bit, just poking her and he heard her try to stifle a moan. Moving back onto his knees he kissed his way down her back, softly, slowly. He ran his hands over her waist and hips, letting his finger tips dangle over the generous curves of her ass. He cupped it, loving her shape. He spread her ass cheeks and looked at her rosebud, so tiny and enticing. He let a finger trail over and saw her clench. "No, please." Amy whispered without conviction. She knew he would do as he wanted. She felt his weight shift, then felt his tongue on her anus. She also knew she wasn't going to win this one either, as her hips shifted backwards of their own accord. His hands held her cheeks wide apart and he played with her ass for over ten minutes, driving her to new heights of desire. He was like an explorer, looking, touching, licking. She felt his finger invade her a little and knew he was staring as the tip went in and out. She also felt shame as her arousal became more evident. She knew the moisture was seeping from her swollen labia. The stranger dipped his fingers in her juices and reapplied them to her anus. He pumped a finger in and out and probed her pussy with his other hand. "Yesssss." She hissed. Her passion was growing and she knew she was going to succumb to his skill, so she gave up. "You cocksucker!" she screamed at her assailant. "I hope you're happy, I'm cheating on my husband." The Stranger answered calmly, in his distorted voice, "You're not cheating if I'm forcing you." "But you're not forcing me." Amy whispered, now. "I'm asking, begging for it. Please fuck me." The Stranger stopped. He kissed Amy's cheek and threw a blanket over her. "Not yet, little one." He left her alone and she thought about what was happening. On one hand she'd been raped, most assuredly. But her rapist was a consummate lover and had drawn out her secret desire. Now she was an accomplice in her seduction and she was willing to cheat to assuage those base desires. But the rapist had made her this way. If it wasn't for him and what he'd made her do, done to her, she wouldn't be begging for it. She was tired and confused. "Well," she spoke out loud, "I'll just have to admit it when Steven comes, and hope he forgives me." As her thoughts continued she slowly dozed off. When she awoke she was no longer cuffed, but she couldn't move. After tugging on her limbs she realized she was tied with soft ropes to the corners of the bed, spread-eagled on her belly. The stranger must have been watching, because within seconds of her movements he was back at her, stroking, caressing, kissing. This time when he went to kiss her mouth she responded in kind, her tongue probing his. The Reunion "Decided not to fight me, eh?" The Stranger whispered, his modulator gone. "I'll tell Steve about this, but I figured there's no sense getting myself all worked up with guilt. You're the dirty fucking rapist who's doing this to me." "Good idea." He whispered. "At least you'll enjoy it more." He bent to his task, now, stroking and kissing. Teasing Amy's juices out. He brought her to a quick orgasm, again with his tongue in her ass and his fingers in her pussy. After she came he stretched out beside her, his hands stroking her flesh. It was as if he couldn't get enough. "Can you untie me, so I can enjoy you, too?" "Unh un, Sweetheart. No can do." He kissed the nape of her neck again and felt a shiver run through her body. "I will untie your feet though, if you promise not to try to go anywhere. If you run I'll truss you up like a Christmas turkey." "OK." The stranger untied her and recuffed her hands. He stoked her passion again with caresses and soft words until this time, after she begged more, he slid his cock inside her. Her face was pushed into the pillows and her hips were in the air. "Oh God, oh God, oh, God." Amy panted as she talked. "Your cock feels so good. Almost as good as my husband's." "Almost?" The Stranger rapidly fucked her, bringing her to the precipice again. "Better!" Amy screamed and exploded into her orgasm. She sobbed and moaned as her body shook under the strain. "I bet your husband has never used his cock like this." The strangers words seared into her consciousness and she knew he was right. How did he know? Amy shook her head, no. She felt him dribble some oil into her ass crack and felt a finger penetrate her ass as his cock, slower now, pistoned in and out. The finger matched the tempo of his cock and as she got used to it, he added another finger. Soon she was at the brink again and he reached around and applied a finger to her clit. "Oh God." She moaned. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't.... Nnnggaaahhh!" Amy exploded with what was probably the most powerful orgasm of her life. It seemed to go on forever as her pussy grasped at the stranger's cock, trying to milk his juices out. Her own secretions were running down her thighs, soaking the bed. Each time his groin mashed into hers she could feel the juices splatter from the impact. Finally the stranger relented and slowed his assault. He slowly took his fingers out of her ass and backed up a bit pulling her hips back and down. When she felt the head of his dick probing her wrinkled hole she knew she was about to get what she'd always wanted to try. "No please!" She moaned. "Please don't. My husband's never even been in there." Despite her imploring she didn't try to get away. The stranger applied more lube to his cock and slowly pushed forward. His fingers and her arousal had done their job getting her ready and without too much effort he felt his cock head pop in. He slowly slid forward until Amy started hissing, then he stopped. After a minute he started forward again and this time didn't stop until she felt his pubic hair against her ass. He slowly pulled out, then pushed forward again, faster this time. "Oh God! Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry, but it feels so good." Amy was responding to the stranger's manipulations, she'd given herself over to him completely. She pushed back at the stranger, hungering for his cock. "Oh! Oh God!" Amy's voice was getting throaty, primal. "I'm gonna cum again!" Abruptly the stranger pulled away eliciting a moan of frustration from the pretty brunette. She wiggled her ass in the air and the stranger chuckled at her need. He jumped off the bed and pushed her out of the room, his hand on her elbow. She stumbled as they walked quickly and he stood her alone in the room. Presently she felt hands reaching for her hips from in front of her and she stumbled forwards. She bumped into a pair of knees and the hands pulled her onto the couch, her knees on either side of the man's thighs. He pulled her down and she felt his cock at her pussy and she lowered herself without being directed. She gasped at the invasive feel inside her wet sheath and she started pumping her hips. The man leaned her back and kissed her breasts, quickly focusing on her nipples. He nipped and bit as her passion rose again. He pulled her forward with her head on his shoulder and he hammered his cock upwards into her. Her breathing was getting ragged again when he stopped. "Nooo." Amy moaned. "You cocksucker! You've ruined my life, you owe me." She started sobbing. "Now fuck me and get it over with!" The man just held her, impaled on him. He was so hard, she was sure he was on the verge of cumming too. He held her ass apart and played with her sphincter again. His fingers probed at her little rosebud, already slippery. She felt his weight shift and moaned in anticipation, thinking he was about to shift his cock to her ass. Suddenly she felt him there, pushing inside her and the sensations overwhelmed her. She abruptly realized something wasn't right. That steel hard cock was still in her pussy, she could feel it flex and pulse. But that was also a real live cock entering her ass. There was another man there! She moaned again as the man in her ass hit bottom. The man below her didn't move, just let her and the man behind her fuck, the action providing all he needed. "Oh! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Amy panted as she drove back and forth, feeling the cocks move inside her. She felt so exquisitely full, she couldn't even think. The feelings and emotions washed over her in waves, each one higher than the last until, as her orgasm peaked, she felt the man behind her grunt and her rectum suddenly felt fuller, sloppier. Without warning the man beneath her cried out and held her down. She felt his cock throbbing too and she wept with the sensations. Her body wouldn't stop convulsing and the two men held her between them as they kissed and stroked her. When she finally calmed down the man behind her helped her up and he took her into the bathroom. They went through the shower ritual again and he cleaned her pussy and rectum, this time with a clinical efficiency. When they got out he held her close and hugged her before taking her back to the bedroom. He helped her lie down and she felt the other man on her other side as they wrapped her in a blanket and they held her until she fell asleep. Amy woke up to the sunlight streaming through the window. She must have been tired, she realized. She'd had the hottest dream and evidently slept right into Saturday afternoon. She stretched and quickly thought her dream was real, her elbow struck someone beside her. She opened her eyes in alarm and quickly thought of escape, her hands were free. Thinking the man was asleep she peeked over and saw her husband looking at her. "Steve! Oh, my God! I had a terrible dream." She threw herself into his embrace and started sobbing, the emotions overwhelming her. "Ssshhh. There, there, baby. It's OK. But I don't think it was such a bad dream." Amy looked up at his smiling face, sniffling, confused. He held up the handcuffs then nodded behind her. Amy's eyes widened in shock when she felt a hand descend on her waist. She quickly turned over and saw her brother, Ted laying there. Amy shrieked when she realized what they'd done she jumped up. "You fucking bastards! I was fucking terrified!" She was trembling again but this time in rage. "I fucking thought I was going to die, you motherfucking assholes." She kicked them both in the legs as they laughed at her. Steve got up and held her, wrapping his arms around her so she couldn't hit him. Ted stood too and he held her from the back. They stood there soothing her for a few minutes until she calmed down. The guys helped her down off the bed and helped her get dressed. She was still pissed so she put on her sweat suit rather than something sexy like she'd planned on for Steve's arrival. The guys cooked her supper too, as she steamed. "I couldn't help it, baby. You've always had that rape/domination fantasy. It was perfect. I was able to get away early and Ted offered to drive out with me." Amy turned to him and slammed her hand on the counter. "But you let him fuck me! In the ass? Who fucked me in the ass?" Ted shook his head and put his hands up, indicating it wasn't him. "I know how you felt about that too, babe. As far as Ted goes, I know you two had a great sex life before we got together. And I trust him more than anyone else. And now you've had a chance to be with two men who both love you. If it never happens again, it was a great experience. And Ted is flying home next weekend, so we can get settled." "But what if I had to work this weekend." "I called your boss. Actually I had your old boss call him, because you were gonna be busy unpacking this weekend." Amy shrugged. She was still mad, but she admitted it worked out nicely. It was the best sex she'd ever had. "Admit it, Amy. You loved it." Ted smiled. "And I got to enjoy you one last time." Amy was suddenly inspired. "Not 'one last time', Ted. We've got a whole week." She winked at Steve and got up, walking around him, knowing she'd enjoy the coming week. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight, asshole." She whispered into his ear before she sidled up to her brother for a kiss. Steve just grinned, knowing it was going to be a good week. The Reunion... I sat there, staring into my beer, beginning to hate every minute of this, my wife's twenty-fifth high school reunion. The whole thing seemed like a waste. We had met and married after we met in collage—I didn't know any of these folks—and for that matter, she hadn't seen or talked to any of these folks since then (save for a few close friends she had retained—but weren't at the reunion). Worse, in spite of her claiming not to recognize many of the people there, several of the guys had swarmed on her and had monopolized her time for the bulk of the evening. And it was as if I didn't exist... Not one introduction was made. So I sat there alone watching her laughing and talking with her former high school friends. Initially, I really didn't mind all that much, though the scene in front of me was somewhat at odds with my memories of when we first met—and with what she had told me about her life prior to that. When we met, she was very shy and innocent. I was the first person she'd dated, though she confessed to a crush on a boy by the name of Michael Elder. She had told me she was a virgin—and from our first awkward efforts at sex after we married, I believed her. It was months before we made love in anything other than near complete darkness and nearly a year before we engaged in oral sex. Even so, we eventually developed a rather enthusiastic—and, considering, adventurous sex life. Role-playing and toys became part of our adventures—and sex in the dark had long given way to nearly any time and any place. As I watched the animated conversation, there was no evidence in my wife's behavior of whatever shyness and awkwardness around boys that had affected her in high school—she seemed perfectly at ease and reveling in their attention. From the snippets of conversation I could hear, these were some of the boys she and her friends had played Dungeons and Dragons with. And some of them were from the drama club, for which she had run the light board. It also seemed that none of them were the infamous Michael Elder... From what she had said about him, he was the classic high school bad boy. He'd gotten drunk on the one over-night Extemp trip; was a constant flirt; and purportedly had screwed at least a couple of the girls in the drama club. GA had confessed that had he tried a little harder, she might have succumbed to his charms in the vain hope that she could have reformed him, though when pressed, she denied it—claiming only to like the attention he showed her. Shortly before she graduated, he had moved away and no one had heard from him since... In any case, it seemed that the party was reaching that terminal pause that these things have a habit of reaching just before everyone makes excuses and excuses themselves. I looked at my watch and it read nearly 10:00pm. When I looked up, someone new had entered the mix. The guys were shaking hands with and greeting a fairly short, thin, dark hared, not unattractive, man. What was striking, though, was GA's response. All of the calm and poise she had exhibited throughout the evening was gone. She'd suddenly transformed back into the shy, awkward, high school girl she had been twenty-five years ago... This was Michael Elder... it had to be from her response. Suddenly, I wasn't bored anymore. My heart was beating a little faster, my palms a bit sweaty—in the years of our marriage; I had never had any cause to doubt her. But watching her there filled me with dread. She had a very "deer in the headlights" look about her. And it was clear that Michael was aware of it... Even while he was sitting and talking with the other guys, he'd keep looking at GA; she'd blush and look away—but only after she looked him in the eyes for the briefest of moments. After some time, she excused herself, claiming to be heading for the lady's. I expected her to at least stop by the table where I was sitting on her way, but she looked right through me and continued on her way. I sat there stunned and a little hurt... A few minutes later Michael excused himself and followed—I couldn't help but note a small smirk on his face as he looked at me on his way past and winked. It was all I could do not to rush right out and make a scene, but I sat there and as calmly as I could and finished my beer as if nothing was bothering me... Quietly, I got up and followed. I really did have to relieve myself, so I went into the men's and did so. There was no one there... When I'd finished, I went out and stood next to the lady's and listened intently—it was as quiet as a tomb. After several minutes of no one leaving or making a sound, I summoned my courage and cracked the door... It was empty as well. I stood in the hall and pondered the situation, not sure what to do or where to look. And then I noticed the door to the auditorium was cracked open. As quietly as I could, I made my way to the door and listened. Sure enough, I heard voices. One was a male voice that I didn't recognize, but the other was GA's. Whatever they were discussing had charged her voice with emotion... It was all I could do not to fling the door open and barge in. Suddenly, I remembered GA telling me about running the light board and telling me about the small room from which she had done so. It took me a few minutes, but I found it and quietly made my way up the stairs and into the control room. From my vantagepoint, I could see the whole auditorium. They were standing in front of the front row. GA was facing away from him and he was standing behind her—close but not too close. I could hear their voices, but not make out their words. Whatever was happening was not overtly sexual or flirtatious and I felt a surge of relief as I watched them talk and was starting to feel a bit silly about being suspicious. But that suddenly changed... Michael stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and began nuzzling GA's neck. She didn't resist, but rather melted into him. The gesture was not the least awkward—but had the sense of familiarity about it. My heart seemed to stop beating, I couldn't move. I heard her say something—nothing like a protest—and his hands gently moved from her waist to her breasts... She turned her head back and his mouth found hers. They kissed passionately as he rubbed her through her dress. Soon I could hear tiny little moans from her... One of his hands had slid from her breast to her crotch and was rubbing her through her dress. After a few moments she broke away from him—I hoped to escape—but she stood in front of him almost shyly. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her full on the mouth; she responded by grasping him around the waist and pressing herself against him. After a few moments, his hands fell to the buttons of her blouse and he slowly began to unbutton them. When he'd unbuttoned them to her navel, he slipped a hand inside and I could see him fondling her bare breasts... She stood there as he kissed his way down her throat to her chest and unsnapped her bra. He stood up and looked her in the eyes as he opened her shirt, exposing her breasts. She said something to him and he laughed and gently cupped them. I couldn't believe what I was seeing... There was my wife letting someone other than me, albeit a high school crush, not only see, but fondle, her bare breasts. And from the looks of it, she was enjoying it—her nipples were hard in obvious arousal and her eyes were glazed over... Michael bent over and slowly began to lick and kiss her breasts, gently tugging at her nipples. GA closed her eyes and tilted her head back, quietly moaning. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and gave a little squeal... one of his arms had disappeared up under her dress and had found its mark. He let her nipple fall from his moth and knelt before her. Soon his head was buried under her dress... I couldn't see what was going on, but it became fairly obvious when he tossed her panties out from under her dress. She shifted her weight as he positioned himself and nearly collapsed as I watched his head bob underneath the fabric of her dress. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her hips involuntarily thrust towards him, her hands grasping at his head. Then I heard her gasp for him to stop... and he disentangled himself from her and stood up. He kissed her full on the mouth again—this time her hands were grasping at his belt and zipper. He groaned as GA thrust her hands into his pants and found his member. She stroked him as they kissed, then knelt before him. Michael didn't wait for her to free him, but pushed his pants and underwear down quite hurriedly. His erect penis jutted jauntily near her face. She knelt there for a few moments—long enough for me to think she was having second thoughts—just looking at it, then kissed its head and took it into her mouth. My heart sank. Michael, on the other hand, was groaning as she worked him back and forth in her mouth quite enthusiastically... Soon his hands were resting on her head and he was rocking his hips in counter to her motions. His penis glistened in the light from her saliva. Just as it seemed that he might cum, she disentangled herself from him and stood up, kissing him full on the mouth. I had been hoping at this point that all she was going to do was fellate him, but she giggled and ran to the steps in the middle of the stage and, hiking her dress up around her hips, lay back on the steps, her legs splayed in obvious invitation... Michael kicked his feet free from his pants and underwear and slowly made his way over to her. He knelt between her legs and grasped his penis with one hand and slowly ran its tip up and down her slit, slightly parting her lips, teasing her. He said something to her that I couldn't quite hear and I heard her respond pleadingly—her hands grasping at his bare buttocks, trying to pull him into her. Once again he said something to her and I heard her whimper "fuck me, please fuck me." I was stunned—she refused to use "gutter language" with me... And then I saw his hips flex and heard her groan as he slowly slid his penis into her. Soon his testicles were resting against her buttocks, his penis fully inside her. They lay like that for a few moments. Michael kissed her full on the mouth, then he slowly pulled himself back until only the head of his penis remained inside her—his shaft glistened from her juices. Then suddenly, she gasped as he rammed himself back into her. Her hands grasped him, pulling him deeper inside her... Once again he pulled himself from her and plunged back into her. Soon the auditorium was filled with his grunts and her groans as he pounded into her and she thrust back to meet him. This was pure animal fucking... I will never forget the sight of her feet bouncing on his rump as he thrust into her—her eyes glazed over in pure lust as she grasped and pulled at him, his hips clenching and relaxing—the sound of the slapping of their stomachs, the squishy sound of his penis plunging into her wetness. All of this was burned into my memory forever... As I watched their fucking, it occurred to me that I was in the lighting control room that GA had run. Soon, I found the control to a spot that shone on the steps and slowly, ever so slowly turned the light up until they were bathed in a circle of light. They were so wrapped up in their passion that they didn't notice. Soon I heard GA's moans turn into the wail that I knew portended her climax. Michael was driving into her so hard that he rolled her hips up off the steps; she was grasping at him and thrusting back at him with all her might. "I'm close," I heard him grunt. "Yes, cum inside me, please cum inside me..." I heard her wail back at him. With that, he gave a mighty thrust and pushed hard into her and held himself there, his hips spasaming... GA screamed and thrust back, her legs squeezing tight around his hips as she shuddered in climax as well... They lay like that for what seemed an eternity; sweat glistened from their bodies... Slowly, then they relaxed. Michael collapsed on top of her and kissed her full on the mouth. GA grasped his cheeks and returned his kiss, sharing their post coital bliss... Slowly, we heard it build... In surprise, Michael pulled out of her with an audible plop... GA covered her face and stood up, and ran from the circle of light, his semen dropping out of her in globs and spilling onto the stage. Michael sat there, his glistening penis softening, and waved to the now wildly clapping crowd. It seems that their classmates had crept in and watched the whole show... The Reunion How is it possible to be so tired and yet so wide awake? I was on my way to see Sara. We had been on the phone every night this week into the wee hours of the morning. On Thursday I woke up with the phone on my pillow – we had both fallen asleep while talking. It was great to know I was going to be with her again. I couldn't wait to look into her eyes while we spoke and hold her in my arms when we made love. It's funny how everyday things seem so big when you can't have them. Phone sex was great, but I needed to be with her, and tonight was the night. I could feel myself getting wet as I neared her exit. She met me at the door wearing a short, gray skirt and a loose blouse with the top three buttons undone. The room was warm and filled with flickering candles that cast a soft glow over her face. I kissed her softly and held her in my arms not wanting to let go. We rocked to the sound of K.D. Lang playing softly in the living room. "Hi," I said after a few minutes. She smiled. "Hi back at ya," she whispered. She took my hand and led me into the living room. It was a big room, sectioned off with beautiful antique furniture creating small, intimate spaces. On the walls hung some of Sara's art, two pastels and one watercolor, which I especially liked. It was a shame that she could never have any kind of formal instruction. She was really very talented. Her home was warm and welcoming, very much like its owner, and it felt good to be there. I sunk into my usual spot on the overstuffed couch. She brought me a glass of wine and snuggled in next to me. We talked about our day and slowly made the transition from being apart to being together. The process of "shifting gears" as we called it, something we were forced to do on a weekly basis. I sipped my wine then placed it on the small, oak end table next to me. I turned and kissed her. Almost involuntarily, my hand slipped under her blouse. I could feel the thin lace bra that covered her breast and her hard nipple pushing up against it. I knew it was the black bra I bought her for Christmas. She looked very sexy in it. "Not now – we'll be late," she said, placing her hand under my chin and lifting my face to hers. "I don't care," I mumbled. "We can't be. They're waiting for us." I didn't think meeting her friends tonight was a good idea and told her that when we spoke about it during the week. "When I get there Friday, I want to be alone with you," I told her. "Can't we meet them Saturday night instead?" I had asked. "I know, I know," she replied. "But it's the only time they can meet us. They're leaving early Saturday morning. The flight was already booked and Jen couldn't change it." Jen was her best friend and, in spite of both their efforts, they had been unable to successfully coordinate a visit for years. Ironically, this visit was not planned by either of them. Jen was attending an unexpected conference in New York. Her colleague, who was scheduled to present the workshop, had a death in his family. Jen was the only one in the firm who knew the topic well enough to take his place. Since it was last minute, they told her Kelly could also go – all expenses paid. Sara had spoken about both of them so often I felt as if I already knew them. She was so excited that we were finally going to meet. "Fine, we can go now. But later I'm going to make you wait," I said as I winked at her. "Hmmm...we'll see about that," she said. "You'll be begging me – you'll see," I insisted. "Yeah, right," she laughed. "Like you will be able to wait! You'll break down way before I do." She gave me that sexy smile and a "fuck me" look that made me even hotter. "I didn't say 'I' would have to wait...I said 'you' would." She glanced at me from over her shoulder as she reached in the closet for her coat. "You're bad." "That's why you love me. Well, that and no one else ever made you come like I do." "Let's go," she said as she grabbed my arm and kissed me on the cheek. Dinner was delicious and her friends were wonderful. I felt as if I had known them forever. They had been together for years, 13 to be exact. Thirteen years, two kids, three cats, and a beautiful home they pretty much renovated on their own. If there was ever a couple that could be the "poster child" for lesbian families, it was them. They were still very much in love – you could tell by the way they looked at each other – stolen little glances, shared smiles, tender touches. Their kids were beautiful – well adjusted and smart. They were proud of their two mommies and their moms were proud of them. They told the "our kids are so cute" funny stories. How Sara's godchild, Amy, now four, insisted on calling the kitten she had gotten for her birthday, "Pussy," after the cat in The Owl and the Pussy Cat. We all laughed when Kelly told the story about picking Amy up from nursery school. Apparently, Amy had been crying that morning. When the teacher asked her what was wrong, Amy, with tears rolling down her face, looked up at the teacher and sobbed, "I want Pussy." "Oh my god, that's exactly what I said to Sara last night!" I blurted out. "I had tears rolling down my face too!" Sara slapped my arm. "What? I did...don't you remember we were..." "TMI," Sara said, turning slightly red. "Yeah, yeah...I know...too much information." They showed us pictures saved on their phone. Sara couldn't believe how big the kids had gotten and I couldn't believe how awesome their house was – huge windows providing a picture postcard view of the river, high ceilings, beautiful moldings, a kitchen with every modern convenience yet not infringing on the integrity of the 100-year-old home. It was amazing. Jen made good money. She was named a partner in the law firm where she worked for the last 15 years. She thought investing in their home would yield more in the long run rather than in an unpredictable market. Even in a bad economy their house would still bring top dollar. Between Jen's income and Kelly's talent, they were able to turn the rundown foreclosure into a showplace. I wondered if Sara and I would ever have that life. I was a little older, so the idea of two little kids wasn't that appealing, but a solid, committed relationship that spanned more than a decade sounded great. One where we both were still crazy about each other, owned our own beautiful home, could work together on projects, supported each other and really be partners – not just two women that lived together – but two who really shared a life, and according to them, some pretty hot sex. We were deliberately being very cautious about moving in together. Having both experienced the U-Haul relationships that lesbians are famous for, we agreed to go slow. I stayed in my home, she in hers. We shared weekends, vacations, and holidays together but maintained separate places. After almost two years it was beginning to seem silly. Our homes had become a mixture of both our things – I had as many tools at her house as she had shoes at mine. We helped each other purchase furniture, paint and decorate. It felt like we had two homes rather than each of us having one, but it was hard. There were times – many of them – when I would come home from work and just wanted her to be there – sitting at the computer, working in the flower garden – just be there. I wanted to snuggle with her and fall asleep in each other's arms while we watched mindless TV. That was hard to do over the phone no matter how often we spoke. Of course the upside was that we always wanted each other – the time apart made us long for the touch, the smell and the taste of the other's body. A week of fantasizing and teasing kept us both in a permanent state of arousal. Sometimes it was hard for me to focus at work. I would be in a meeting and my mind would wander. I would think about being on top of her, on all fours with my breasts hanging in her face, my nipples brushing over her lips, her mouth opening, tongue stretching out to lick and lure them in. Me pulling away, teasing, whispering, "not yet." Phone sex was good – very good – but it seemed like foreplay compared to being with her. After nearly two years we had mastered the art of loving each other. We knew every inch of each other's body, every curve, the message behind each move. We knew when to go faster, slower, harder, deeper. We knew when to touch and when to lay still. Never had I been with a woman who I knew so completely. I could make her come without touching her. It started as a dare: "I bet I can make you have an orgasm without laying a finger on you," I said one night over a candlelit dinner in Isla Mujeres. She laughed at the thought, and my confidence. "You think you're so good?" she smiled. "You're good, but I don't think you're that good." "Want to put it to a test?" I asked, excited by the challenge. She leaned forward. "Sure," her eyes wide – her breath hot. I was getting wet. "And if I can do it? What will you give me?" "Hmmm," she thought. "What would you like?" This was getting hotter by the minute. My head was spinning – the wine, the heat, the challenge. I didn't know what, but this evening was turning into one I knew neither of us would forget. I could hear the waves slapping on the white sand that we had been laying on only a few hours earlier. I had been looking out at the blue-green water as I rubbed oil over her tanning body. I had thought of it then, but sharing at that moment didn't seem right. This moment seemed right – it seemed perfect. "Okay, if I can make you come without touching you, you have to let me tie you up. Tie you up and play with you for as long as I want, however I want." Her face froze. She didn't blink, she didn't smile. She looked me right in the eye. Her eyes were the color of the blue water, and just as deep. "You're on," she said and then motioned for the waiter to bring the check. That had been a great night and I was planning on tonight being even better. Although I was thoroughly enjoying our evening with Jen and Kelly, I was looking forward to going home and being alone with Sara. I was a bit disappointed when she suggested we go for a drink when the meal was over, but I knew it meant a lot to her. She hadn't seen her friends in over three years. Actually, the last time they were all together was for Amy's baptism. They had asked Sara to be the godmother and of course she agreed. It was the closest she would ever get to having her own child. We already discussed a trip out there this summer, but with such a history of failed plans I knew she wanted to take advantage of the time they had now. We went to a bar in Greenwich Village. It was one of the oldest lesbian bars in the city and Sara had always promised Jen she would take her there when she and Kelly came to New York. It was Friday night so we knew Regina, one of our favorite performers, would be playing and Sara wanted Jen to hear her too. We walked in, paid the $10 cover charge, and worked our way down the steps into the dark and very crowded room. The place was packed but our timing was perfect. We were able to get a small table in the back just as a group of four decided to leave. We squeezed around it and ordered drinks. I put my hand under the table and found Sara's leg. My hand slid easily along her black stocking as I slowly inched up and under her skirt. She squirmed and tried to push it away. She hated me turning her on in public as much as she loved it. I slid my hand back to her knee. She sighed a breath of relief. Slowly I moved my hand back up her leg to the inside of her thigh and gently stroked it with my fingers. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. I knew it was driving her nuts and I loved it. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna make you crazy tonight." She turned to me, "You already are." As if by plan, Regina belted out the first few words of "Crazy" by Patsy Cline. I stood up and reached for Sara's hand. I led her to the only open spot I saw on the floor and held her as we swayed to the music. "Do you like them?" she asked as we danced. "Oh god, yes! They're wonderful – gives me hope that lesbians can really have long, healthy relationships." We had both known couples who had been together for years, but it seemed that lately all of our friends were either breaking up or miserable. "I know. Sometimes I get so afraid that we aren't going to make it. Then I see the two of them and think, 'if they can make it work so can we.' " Sara worried about us a lot. Not because we were having any problems – we weren't. In fact, we had a wonderful relationship. But we had our differences too. I don't think I can even call them fights, but there were times when one of us would inevitably hurt the other by saying or doing something stupid. We would usually both end up in tears recognizing that we caused the other pain. But when it was all over, we were always amazed on how much closer we had become. But as our relationship got better, her fears seemed to get bigger. Maybe she felt we had more to lose. Maybe she thought it just couldn't go on indefinitely being so wonderful, that sooner or later things would come crashing down. I don't know, but she worried and I tried to reassure her. "We're fine, baby. Ya gotta stop worrying. We're gonna be just fine." She held me even tighter. "I can't wait to make love with you tonight." "And wait you will," I said teasingly trying to change our moment alone to a lighter, more playful place. "We have a deal," I reminded her. "How come some things you just don't forget and other things you forget so easily?" she asked. "Cause I think about driving you crazy all the fucking time – that's why!" I said as I squeezed her. As the evening came to an end we all spoke about how wonderful it was to finally meet. Sara was thrilled. She had been telling Jen about me for over a year. I had heard about them since our first date. Jen had played a big role in helping Sara come out. Unlike Jen's parents, Sara's folks thought that "homosexuality is a sin!" The Bible said so, and so did the preacher they listened to twice a week. Their unwillingness to accept Sara drove her east as soon as she turned 18, never to return to Burlington, Iowa. It was there, along the banks of the Mississippi, where she and Jen grew up. Jen, on the other hand, went to the University of Iowa, got her law degree and returned to Burlington to join the city's most prestigious law firm. Being near her parents turned out to be a real plus when the grandchildren were born. "My best friend and the woman I love both with me at the same time. It doesn't get much better," Sara said, and then quickly added, "oh, and you too, Kelly." She laughed realizing she had left her out. "You know I love both of you!" We all hugged and said our goodbyes. "We'll see you in three months," Sara yelled as the cab pulled away. It was late when we got home but we were both wide awake and horny as hell. "Let's go to bed," I said taking both her hands and pulling her toward me. A huge smile broke across her face. We walked up the stairs hand-in-hand. I could feel the excitement building inside me. She lit the candle next to the bed, turned on the iPod and began getting undressed. I looked at her from the edge of the bed where I was sitting. "Come here." She walked over and stood between my spread legs. "Did you have fun tonight?" I asked as I took her hands. "I had an amazing time! I'm so glad everyone got to meet. Jen and I have been friends since elementary school. She's like a sister to me." "I know, I know. The two of you have gone through everything together, including coming out. I get it. I'm glad I met her too. They're both great. I'm happy you had such a good time. Now it's my turn to have some fun...not that tonight wasn't fun for me too," I quickly added as I saw the expression on her face change. "A different kind of fun," I said as I began to unbutton her blouse. She reached down and began to put her fingers through my hair. "I love you so much," she said. "I love you too," I said as I reached up and pulled her hands down. "What? I can't touch you?" she asked with surprise. "Oh, you'll be able to touch me, but only when I say so. In fact, you can't do anything unless I tell you." I unbuttoned her blouse. "Now take off your skirt," I said as I pulled down the zipper. She pulled it down, stood in front of me as I slipped off her blouse. She was silent, serious. I could tell how turned on she was getting. She knew this was going to be a very special night. "This is going to be another Isla Mujeres night, isn't it?" her voice low, wishful and very sexy. "Not exactly. If it were, you would know what to expect. I want to keep you guessing... wondering...hoping. Turn around." I unhooked her bra and kissed the small of her back. With a hand on each hip I slid down her thong. I stood up and I turned the bed down. The smell of fresh sheets rose into the air. "Lay down, on your stomach." I took my clothes off, threw them in the pile on the floor then opened the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed the massage oil. Warming it between my hands I began to rub it on her body – across her neck, down her back, over her ass. I spread her legs apart and moved my fingers lightly on the inside of her thighs. I didn't massage her. I explored her body with my hands – slowly, deliberately, passionately. I moved my hands over every inch of her smooth, soft skin but did not pause long enough to bring her lasting pleasure in any one spot. As soon as her body responded to my touch, my hands and fingers moved someplace else. She moaned – her body anticipated where my hands would be next and moved to meet them. Her legs spread wider inviting my fingers to rest on her pussy, to stroke it, to rub her clit, to plunge deep inside her. But they didn't. Instead they danced over her – here, then there – flitting like a butterfly from flower to flower sucking nectar from one then moving to the next. I rolled her over. She reached up to touch my breast, to feel my erect nipple. "Not yet," I whispered. My hands moved over the front of her body, around each curve, around each nipple, making sure my fingers did not touch them. She pushed her body upward. "Touch my nipples," she pleaded. "Maybe later." My hands moved between her spread legs, my fingers lightly grazed her pussy ... and then they were gone. "Oh my god," she moaned. "Please." I straddled her. I let my breasts drag over hers, ours nipples touching. I moved them over her face. They outlined her lips, but I pulled away as she tried to suck them into her mouth. I moved down her body, this time kissing as I went – soft kisses, barely touching her hot skin. My mouth moved down her stomach, toward her pussy. When I got to the top of her pussy I paused – then kissed her just above her clit and lightly ran my tongue over it. She spread her legs even more while her pussy rose up expecting to meet my wet tongue. It was gone; it was licking the inside of her thighs. "Touch me," she begged. "I am touching...I'm touching you all over." "Then fuck me!" she yelled. "I want you to fuck me!" "You want my tongue on your pussy?" "Yes!" "Inside you?" "Yes!" "You want me to lick your clit and slide my fingers deep inside you?" "Yes, yes!" Her breath was becoming heavy...she was desperate. She was begging me to touch her, to fuck her. She reached out to me. "Don't touch," I warned, "or I will have to tie your hands to the bed." "Please, just let me come." "I want you to come for me." I reached over and pulled the black velvet bag out of the drawer. I tightened the leather straps around my waist and positioned the purple cock over her clit. "Put it in me," she begged. The Reunion In one quick motion, I entered her. Her pussy engulfed it. She gasped – loud and long. "Hold me," I whispered as I slid in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging into my back. Our mouths met, we kissed – hard and long – tongues darted in and out of our mouths. I moved back and forth in her, our bodies swayed in perfect rhythm. "Love you," I said as I pushed deeper into her. "I love you." With each stroke her body responded more intensely. She was hot, sweating and about to come. Her fingers dug into my back – our eyes locked – I could feel her body quiver beneath me and rise up to meet one final thrust before she screamed. "I love you!" I yelled as her body exploded in orgasm beneath me. I collapsed on top of her. We looked at each other and both started to laugh. "Oh my fucking god, that was amazing." We woke late the following morning. That wasn't like us. Usually we were up early, at least awake, so we could enjoy every moment of being together. But we were out late and made love until god knows what time. I glanced at the clock: 11:07. "Glad we didn't have to get up to catch a plane at the crack of dawn," I said. "I know," Sara said as she played with my hair. "They should be home by now." "I love you," she said as she continued to wrap my hair around her finger. "I've never loved like this before. I can't believe it's real sometimes – I keep waiting for the other shoe to fall. Even after two years, it still amazes me that we found each other, that we're so happy." She paused, "I can't imagine my life without you." "Me either," I said. As I leaned down to kiss her, the phone rang. "Let the machine get it," I said as I kissed her again. She reached over and looked at the caller ID. "I gotta get it – it's Jen." She grabbed for the phone as I played with her nipple. "Hello?" "What?" She shot up in bed. "When?" "How?" "NO!" She broke into tears. She was sobbing as I grabbed the phone. "Hello? Hi, this is Ali, Sara's partner. Oh my god, oh no! We just saw them!" I could feel my eyes filling with tears. Sara was sobbing. Her arms around me, her face buried in my chest. "Will Kelly be okay?" I asked. "Where are the children? Okay, good, her mother still has them. I can't believe this!" I was stroking Sara's back. "We'll call you back later. Yes, I'm sure Sara has the number." I hung up the phone. I held Sara and she held me. We cried together for what seemed like forever. "How could this happen?" Sara finally asked. "A car accident, a motherfucking car accident? By a motherfucking drunk driver no less! At this hour in the morning! Who the fuck is drunk by 10:15 in the morning?" We laid there for a long time, clinging to each other. What started as such a wonderful weekend turned into a nightmare. "We had shared so many good things," I thought. "Now I guess it's time for us to share some of the bad." I was glad I was there for Sara. I didn't want her to be alone – ever. The Reunion He felt light-headed. So many faces without names, aged thirty years since he'd seen many of them. He kept smiling and shaking hands, getting hugs, suddenly feeling every day of his forty nine years. He shook hands, some faces so clear in his mind, it was like no time had passed. He kept nodding at each hello, giving some of his old girlfriends hugs, seeing that glimmer of recognition. She came out of no where, giving him a bear hug. She didn't look familiar at all. She was younger, maybe early thirties, pretty face, and built like a Russ Meyer's actress, equal bust and hips, both large. She wore heels, but she seemed to be teetering on them in the grass. He smiled back at her, and was quickly grabbed to say hello to other guests. While getting another beer, he became aware of the same woman beside him. "Oh, Hi." "You don't recognize me, do you." "Oh, sure I do, I was just surprised to see you, that's all." She smiled, "You were never a good liar." Fitz thought to get indignant, but decided against it. 'Yeah, I guess not. I'm sorry, but it's been so long." She smiled again, slyly. "And I always thought some day, you'd come back for me!" Who was she? "Maybe this will refresh your memory," she said, digging out a photo album. She flipped it open, turned a few pages and held it up for him. He squinted, not having his reading glasses because of vanity, and saw a picture of him, at maybe 18, with this little girl on his shoulders. Jeez, now I know! "You were like five years old! Damn!" Looking her up and down. "How's Lynn? Is she here?" Fitz dated Kerry's older sister, Lynn for two years. Kerry was always around, being Lynn's responsibility while her Mom worked. Kerry beamed at final recognition. "She's out on the coast, with her second husband. Two grown kids and a ten year old from the second marriage. Still the same Lynn, all about house and money. But she's happy, so..." "And you?" "Married, a son, ten. Both father and son on a fishing trip, so I'm here alone." "Me too, the wife stayed home, figuring she would be out of place. She was right." "Kids?" "Nope, never felt fatherly enough, and too selfish to take on the responsibility." They chatted about each other's parents because the families had gotten close. Both Fitz's had passed away, and Kerry's mom was still going strong at 75. It turned out that both were staying at the Marriott, along with many others. When the crowd was breaking up, after exchanges of e-mails and promises to keep in touch, about ten people showed up at the hotel lounge for a nightcap. The bar was closing, and people were saying goodnight. Kerry spoke to the barman and got refills for them. She said, "This is my first night out in years. No rush going home." Fitz was in no rush, either. She said,"So, let's go up to my room. I got a balcony we can sit on." They did, and Fitz was feeling like a cradle robber because she was so young back then, even though she was about 35 now. She stood close in the cool breeze. "Brrr! Luckily I have you and the Brandy to keep me warm!" He slid his arm around her shoulder and she snuggled against him. "Fitz, do you ever look back and wonder what if?" "I guess we all do." "When I heard you were coming, a lot of thoughts came rushing back, you know?" "Uh huh." "And when Bob said he wasn't coming, I thought about tonight, and seeing you again." "Hope I didn't disappoint you." She snuggled against his chest and he felt her thigh against his crotch, and she seemed to know it. "The only way I'll be disappointed is if I let you out of this room tonight." He smiled down at her. "Kerry, you were right, I had no clue who you were, but you sure got my attention with that first hug, like you're getting it now." "Oh? You mean because of this?" She received down and felt his bulge in his Dockers. "My, Mr Jordan, you seem very tense!" He leaned down and kissed her, trying to forget the 6 year old and concentrating on the 36 year old in his arms. She kissed back, firmly, like she had been waiting for this for thirty years, wasting no time biting his tongue as she gripped his growing cock.The heels made her ass firm and he grabbed hold while grinding against her. His other hand had to feel those fleshy tits of hers. When he did, she purred, "Mmmm, strong hands!" as she bit his lip, shocking him. She giggled, and stroked him through the khakis. His hand was under her blouse now, pulling it up over her head and she raised her arms as she stepped back into the room's light. She was proud of her 38DD's , knowing how much men appreciated them, and enjoying Fitz's stare. He followed her in, pulling his own shirt off as he entered, a slight gut showing. She kept smiling as he moved into her, his head down, kissing at the mounds of flesh rising over the bra. He unhooked her smoothly and was on her nipple now, sucking, biting and she felt aroused down deep. She let him suckle for a bit, then reached under to access his belt. She got him open with his help and fished inside for his cock, which was fully hard now, seven inches, large pink head, so sensitive, twitching in her hand as she dragged it out. She turned him and pushed him back on the mattress, and he bounced, as she undid her Levis, knowing they were so tight, he'd never get them off her. He laid back. She was glorious! Breasts swayed as she undressed. They showed little sign of aging, a slight sag. The nipples were large and hard, and her hips were wide. This woman was built for the long haul! She climbed up over him, holding his cock firmly as she spread her knees over his shoulders and lowered her head onto his cock. He knew what she wanted and was glad to comply. He pulled at her ass, bringing it down to him as he kissed her thighs, and he felt his cock enveloped in her boiling hot mouth. She was shaved, probably today she was so smooth. He liked that, hated picking hairs out of his teeth. His tongue tasted her, fresh, clean and well-lubricated as he used his tongue, fingered her clit, and she moved. She was so wet, the thick fluid oozing from her depths and his tongue searched for the source, the more he searched, the faster she bobbed on his cock, working feverishly, wanting him to come for her. She pumped his cock, while her tongue flicked the slit, tasting precum and knowing he was close and so was she. She felt his hips buck and then a pause before a grunt and spurt, in unison, as she wrapped her lips around him and let him shoot, and she allowed herself to shudder, loosing her stability, feeling her own rush of orgasm, then slumping over his body, exhausted. She slowly moved up next to him, and they kissed, that long, unrushed kiss of two satisfied lovers. She whispered, "You know how long I dreamed of that?" For the second time he said, "Hope I didn't disappoint you." "Only if you aren't able get it up again. I'm feeling kind of frisky again," feeling his half-hard cock. "Baby, that won't be a problem," he smiled, squeezing one big tit for affect. The Reunion I was raised believing that getting a college degree would open so many doors in my future, but here I am buying groceries for my mom. I had an engineering degree and nothing to show for it but piles of debt. I walked through the aisles, pondering my plight as a broke college grad and picking up the items on the list until I discovered that I was not the only person in this situation. I looked down the aisle to see someone who I thought I would never see again. I haven't seen Emma in years, but I would recognize my old high school crush no matter how many years separate us. Her hair was much longer than it was 4 years ago, but other than that her appearance was more or less the same. I pushed my cart down the aisle until I reached her, "Hey, Emma. It's been a while." She looked up from her shopping list after I spoke, she stared at my face for a few seconds, "Hey? I guess it has been, since I don't recognize you at all." She was clearly embarrassed, but I didn't really blame her for not recognizing me. The long hair from my high school days was gone, my clean shaven face evolved into a full beard, and I gained some weight. "You don't remember the guy who threw a chair in English class? I thought you guys would never forget that shit." Emma's face lit up in a way that I would never expect it to. She dropped her list and gave me a hug half a second after realizing who I was. "Jeff! I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you! You really have changed, and for the better too, that's quite a beard you have there." I rubbed my hand through my beard and smiled, "Thanks, this is probably the most useful thing I gained from college." Emma sighed, "Lucky, I don't even have a beard to show for those four years I practically wasted in college. I thought I would only come back to this town on holidays, but here I am living with my parents because I can't afford anything else." "Looks like we're in the same boat than. I only majored in engineering because I thought I was basically guaranteed a job, so much for that." Emma and I continued to talk for the next few minutes, about how much time we wasted in college, and a little bit of remembering our friendship in high school. After four years a part, I started to realize that my two year long crush on her was quickly coming back. I didn't want to say goodbye and then go our separate ways, possibly to not see her for another four years, "So are you doing anything after you're done shopping? If not, I'd love it for you to come by to my place so we can continue to reminisce." Emma smiled that gorgeous smile that made me fall for her back in high school, "I have nowhere else to go but home, I'd love to continue this." We shopped and talked together for another twenty minutes, checked out, and she followed me home. We pulled into my driveway and stepped out of our cars into the cool summer night. "It's fucking beautiful out, we have some chairs out in the back, want to just sit back there and talk?" She smiled and nodded, as soon we made it behind the house her face lit up even more than when she remembered me, "You have a trampoline?! My parents got rid of mine right after I left for school, I miss it so much. Would you mind jumping around for a bit." Of course I didn't, I was just happy to spend time doing anything with her. We took our shoes off and started jumping all over the place. Sometimes colliding with each other, sometimes falling, but always laughing, talking, and enjoying each other. All of a sudden she did something I could not imagine her doing four years ago, in mid-jump she quickly pulled off her shirt to reveal her nicely toned body and a plain white bra. In her next jump she threw down her shorts, leaving on her plain white panties. Emma noticed the look on my face and laughed, "I hope my body doesn't offend you, it's just that nothing beats feeling the air rushing past your bare skin while jumping on a trampoline." "Oh, I'm not offended at all, just a little shocked. I couldn't imagine you just stripping in front of me before." She laughed, "Yeah, I know. I might not have learned a lot academically from college, but I learned a lot about myself. My mind has opened to quite a bit of things, and the nude human body is one of those things." I showed my approval by jumping and pulling down my shorts in the air. On my next jump I tried to pull my shirt over my face, but I ended up becoming disoriented and falling on my face. I sat up, pulled my shirt off successfully, stood back up, and continued to jump. Emma recognized my sign of approval, and unhooked her bra during her next jump. Her breasts weren't large or anything, but they were cute with dark nipples. The fairly conservative girl I knew in high school showed how much she changed during her next jump, when those panties quickly dropped from 10 feet in the air. She smiled and laughed and the air rushed through her short pubic hair. I wasn't uncomfortable with my naked body either, and showed it when my boxers also dropped down onto the trampoline, my flaccid penis hitting my abdomen with every jump upwards. After a while, we both started to tire out, so we just laid down on the trampoline, staring at the stars. I smiled into the vastness above, "I am so fucking glad I saw you at that grocery store. This last hour or so has certainly become the highlight of my post-college life. College sucked, and life since hasn't been much better. I'm so happy to be able to spend time with such a thoughtful and beautiful girl once again. To be honest, I had a huge crush on you back then. The high school version of myself would be pretty fucking jealous right now." Her laugh was adorable, "I know you liked me. It was pretty clear, and at points I liked you too. I was going through a pretty rough relationship back then, you know that, and at the lowest points I wondered what dating you would be like. I knew it would be nothing like dating him. I'm really glad this happened too, it should've happened years ago. I can't believe this is the first time I've ever been at your house." All of this just made me feel so good, I turned my head to the side and just looked into her eyes. I stood up on the unsteady floor and held my hand out. She grabbed it and pulled herself up. I held her hands and tried something that was so unlikely to work, we jumped at about the same second and as we reached the climax of our jump we kissed. It wasn't a long kiss, but an incredibly blissful one. We repeated this for our next few jumps, each kissing getting longer by a fraction of a second. Eventually, this didn't go so well and we fell onto the trampoline. She fell right on top of me, and we just looked at each other as the trampoline continued to bounce. She brought her face down to mine and kissed me again, this time slipping her tongue in-between my lips, sliding it across my teeth. I opened my mouth a little more to let her in, my tongue massaging hers. As our tongues caressed each other, I felt my penis harden against her leg. She noticed this as well and slowly pulled her tongue out of my mouth. She slowly slid down my body and started to caress my inner thigh with her hands. She moved her face right by my package, slowly licking my balls. The sensation was mild, but absolutely wonderful. She moved from my balls to the base of my cock, slowly sliding her tongue up to the head. Once she reached the head, she kissed it and then slid it into her mouth. I felt her hot breath and tongue against my cock as I stared into the night sky. As she moved her mouth up and down, she started to push down on the trampoline with her legs. The dual feeling of bouncing and being licked was sensational, and I wanted her to feel like I was. I pulled my saliva covered dick from her mouth and she got the message, she got on her back and slowly opened her legs. I got on my knees, and leaned down towards her pussy. I started to glide my tongue across the bottom of her thighs, and then I slid my tongue into her. As I licked inside of her, I also started to push down on the trampoline. I also started to circle her clit with my pointer finger, trying to make her feel as much as possible. Her moans might it clear that she was enjoying this, and I never wanted to stop. Eventually, I pulled away my mouth and was ready to penetrate her with my cock. She remained on her back as I rubbed the head of my penis against her inner labia. She looked into my eyes and smiled for about the 20th time that night. I slid my self into her, and leaned my body against hers and I thrust inside of her. The trampoline naturally bounced softly, adding a special weightless touch to the action. We started kissing again, my tongue inside her mouth as my member was inside her snatch. The bouncing, the kissing, the thrusting, it all made me feel like I was somewhere incredible that couldn't possiblly exist on earth. She grabbed my sides, pushing me down onto the floor while pushing herself up. She was in control now, rotating her hips around. She clearly enjoyed the kissing as much as I did, since she brought her face down to mine and kissed me while moving me inside of her. This continued for a few more minutes until I could feel the pressure build up inside my cock. I slid myself out of her, stood up, and started jumping again while stroking my cock. She followed my lead, and jumped and well. The tension inside of me built up to an incredible level, until I exploded semen allover her and the trampoline. I may have achieved climax, but she did not. With my remaining ounce of energy, I jumped on to her. We hit the bottom and the bouncing continued as I licked my own semen off of her while quickly sliding my fingers through her. I started to kiss her again, with my mouth full of semen. She slid it off of my tongue, into her own mouth. I pulled my tongue out of her mouth to massage her clit with it as I continued to quickly thrust my fingers inside of her. Her moans increased in intensity, and I started to feel the contractions around my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of her, laid on my back next to her and we stared at the night sky. The Reunion It was convention season, and my company had sent me to yet another vendor show. I was in a large ballroom filled with hundreds of people and it seemed like just as many vendors. I walked from table to table, weaving through the throng of people, glancing over the products each offered. As I was glancing over the products, the vendors were glancing me over, trying to see what I had to offer. Their eyes frequently settled on my chest. I didn't mind their glances. I was used it. I developed early, and my whole life I've had to deal with men and women undressing me with their eyes. Coupling this fact with my dark skin, eyes and hair, I tended to be eye candy for a lot of people. "Rebecca!" I heard someone call from behind me. I turned around and was face to face with Michael Shannon. Michael and I had grown up together. We met when we were six and attended the same school up until we graduated. We lost contact after that. Michael was breathtaking. He was about a head taller than me, tan, lean and extremely muscular. He had the same dark brown eyes that I remembered from when I saw him five years ago. I couldn't help but stare at him. "I thought that was you!" he exclaimed, seeming as shocked to see me as I was to see him. "You haven't changed a bit. You look the same as you did when we graduated high school. Although, I think you may have gotten prettier." I blushed. "Michael! How are you?" "I'm good. I'm just in town for a couple of days for this convention. I guess you are too." He smiled. "I thought I saw you and wanted to come over say hi. How are you?" "I'm great. Man, I can't believe it's really you. It seems like it's been so long." "Yeah, it does. Hey, I've got to check out a few more vendors. Why don't you meet me for drinks in the lobby in an hour. We can catch up," he suggested. "Sounds like a plan," I replied. *** Michael and I were sitting at a secluded table in the hotel's bar. We chatted about work. I found out that he had graduated with a degree in architecture and had just been hired at a small firm in Boston. I told him that I had been working as a project manager at a construction company in Chicago. We chatted about life. When he told me he was single, I did a mental victory dance. The waiter came by and dropped off our next round of drinks. Looking at the full martini glass on the table made me aware of how full my bladder was. I excused myself to the bathroom. When I stood up, I smacked right into a waiter holding a tray full of food. I slipped and fell hard on my butt, all of the food on the tray landing on me. Michael stood up quickly made his way to my side. "Are you okay?" he asked, helping me to my feet. The waiter was behind him, apologizing profusely. "My room is just upstairs. Come on let's go get you cleaned up. You're a mess." I could only imagine what I looked like. I agreed and followed him to his room. *** I grabbed a few towels, and walked into the bathroom. I finally got a look in the mirror. I was completely covered in food. I gasped. "Are you okay?" asked Michael. "Yeah, I'm just finally seeing how much of a mess I am." He chuckled on the other side of the door. Carefully, I removed my clothes and rolled them up in a towel so I wouldn't get food all over the place. I cracked the bathroom door and handed him the wad of fabric. He handed me a white robe in return. I couldn't help but think about how good he looked. "Thanks," I said as I closed the door behind me. I stepped into the shower, and turned on the water. The hot water felt good as it washed over my skin. I could feel the bits of food falling off of me. I chuckled to myself. This could only happen to me. My laughing was cut short when I heard the bathroom door open. I stuck my head out of the curtain and saw Michael. He was standing there in a pair of lounge pants and no shirt. I couldn't help but look him over. "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Do you need anything?" "Ummm ..." I hesitated. Would it be bad if I said, 'yes, you' to him? This thought made me blush and I was sure he saw it. "I have shampoo and soap ..." "Are you sure there's nothing you need?" he asked, closing the door behind him and taking a step forward. "I think I have everything I need," I replied, attempting to maintain composure. Everything in my head went blank, and all I could think about was what would happen if he came much closer. He took another step forward and lowered his voice. "Is there anything you want, then?" His eyes were burning into mine. He took another step forward, completely closing the space between us. He lowered his lips to mine, and lightly kissed me. "Michael," I said to get his attention. He took a step back, and blushed furiously. "I'm sorry." He turned and exited the bathroom. I took a second to catch my breath. I hastened to finish my shower, trying to remove the last of the food stuck to me. I turned off the water, got out of the shower, dried off and put on the robe as quickly as I could. I took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. Michael was sitting in a chair next to the bed watching TV. He still had his lounge pants on, but he had a shirt on now. I walked around to the side where he was, and sat on the bed next to his chair. "Michael ..." He cut me off. He was still looking away from me when he said, "Rebecca, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." He turned toward me, and looked into my eyes, "It's just that seeing you tonight ..." Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him. Slowly, but with an intensity with which I'd never kissed another person before. And he returned the kiss with the same intensity. Without breaking contact, Michael laid me back on the bed. We remained like that for what felt like an eternity. Finally, his lips left mine and he kissed his way up to my ear. "Make love to me," he whispered. I nodded a nearly imperceptible nod and he returned to my lips. His hand moved down to the tie on my robe. He pulled the cloth and the robe fell open, leaving me completely exposed to his view. "Beautiful," he muttered as he began to kiss his way down my neck and to my chest. His hand slid from behind my back, up my stomach and to my breast. He took my nipple between his fingertips and began to play with the little pink bud. I gasped as he took my other nipple in his mouth. He sucked it lightly, occasionally using his teeth to nibble. My heart was absolutely pounding ... my breathing was ragged ... I could feel a fire building between my legs. As much as I wanted him to continue, I knew I needed to change our path. I didn't want that to be what caused me to orgasm. I wanted him inside of me, giving me that release. I gently pushed him away. "Did I do something wrong?" He looked at me with confusion on his face. "No. You were doing everything right. I just want to return the favor," I said with a sly smile spreading across my face. I quickly removed his shirt and pushed him onto his back. I leaned up and straddled his waist, making sure to create plenty of contact between my naked body and the erection that his lounge pants were barely containing. I began to kiss my way down his chest, moving my hips slightly for emphasis. He groaned and pulled my face up to his. "I wasn't finished," I said indignantly. "No, but if I let you continue, I would be, and that's not what I want." He began to kiss me again, with the same intensity that was there when we first started. It was only a few seconds before he stood up next to the bed. Never taking his eyes off of me, he removed his lounge pants. What greeted me was better than I ever could have imagined. He quickly returned to my side. His mouth found mine again briefly before moving once again to my chest. He began to work my nipples, and the fire between my legs became unbearable. "Michael, I need you inside of me," I said weakly. His mouth broke contact with my breast and I groaned in disappointment. He turned his gaze to my face, a slight smile playing on his lips. The desire in his eyes was undeniable. He leaned over me, gently stroking my arm. He moved his leg to part mine. Slowly, he positioned himself to enter me. His lips found mine once again, and the tip of his cock was teasing me. My head was reeling. All sense left me and the only thing I could think of was how badly I wanted this. "Michael, please ..." I groaned breathlessly. I didn't know how much more I could take. He thrust into me and it felt like an electric shock ran through my body. At the first thrust, my whole body seized up. He filled me so completely. He was kissing my neck and was using gentle, rhythmic thrusts. I began to move my hips in time with his, matching him thrust for thrust. The fire was growing. My desire for release was becoming too much for me to handle. "Faster ... faster ..." I said between breaths. He took no time in answering my request. He returned his lips to mine and began to speed up his thrusting. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, which both thrilled me and disappointed me. I didn't want this to be over so soon. My body tensed up. I was about to go over the edge. I screamed his name and dug my nails into his back as I climaxed. He gasped as my muscles tightened around his cock. A few more thrusts and he climaxed, as well. His body shook as he emptied himself into me. When the wave ended, he collapsed onto the bed. Gently, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He lowered his face to mine and his lips found mine. The disappointment I had felt a few minutes before completely faded. I could guess what the night would bring for me, and I knew that the incredible orgasm he had given me would only be the first of many. The Reunion I drew a deep breath to slow my heart rate, and smiled for what seemed the millionth time that evening, as George slickly slid the keycard into it's slot and opened the suite's door with a quiet chirp and the faint growling moan of mechanized tumblers. He turned an arched eyebrow toward me with a pleased grin, and opened the door with a flourish. "After you, my lady..." he drawled in the deep baritone of his Memphis and whiskey-laced voice. As always, it made me tingle. He'd been making subtle comments like that all night, playing the part of the English gentleman, to "Butter your transition back Stateside", so he said. I'd only come back from London, officially, to attend his sister's wedding; unofficially to celebrate his new job and simply spend time together. He was intent on keeping me here this trip. We'd met on the first day of our third year of University at Berkeley several years ago, both of us having transfered to that coast of the world to get away from our families. We were each very much out of place in Northern California's most bizarre major cultural center, and we gravitated toward one another like bees to nectar. Well, I suppose he was like the bee, in that little analogy; I, the flower, opening to his touch and allowing him access to all of the nectar he wished to partake. We'd been inseparable for two years, free with our hearts and love, instant and abiding in our certainty we were meant to be together forever... in the way of all passionate youth, I suppose. We met each other's families, much to their great pleasure, and had plans to move in together in Boston, where he had been accepted to law school, and where I could continue onto my masters in philosophy. But it was not to be. Two weeks before graduation, my mother passed away, and I return home to England in a state of distress that outlasted both the summer and start of term. She had been killed by a reaction to an improperly prescribed blood pressure drug, and the subsequent trial stretched on for three years. I am the eldest, and while we're not a family of classical structure, and while I once yearned for my escape, it nevertheless left my heart empty to think of leaving my father and brothers behind in the wake of her death. George was a rock for the first year, and I loved him all the more. But distance only works if there is a known end in sight. And as he settled into his second year of law school, I slowly at last began to pack up my mother's belongings, having situated myself into her role in the household. I honestly couldn't give him an estimate of how long I would be. My youngest brother was only going into his fourteenth year, and that was a daunting figure in our minds. It led to frustrated discussions and days of silence as we retreated from one another into our respective, and now separate lives. Eventually, we both moved on, into hesitant and half-hearted pursuits of romance with others, many of whom were unfortunate enough to desire more from us. We didn't discuss such matters in what became our weekly conversations or emails, though we both knew. Although we relegated one another to the title 'best friend', we still remained uncomfortable with the duties in such a role, and did not grant one another the usual privileges of such a position. And now, here we were. Far down the road from the week that summer long ago when he came across the sea to comfort me. Four years since I last was warmed by the caress of his eyes. Too long since I last felt my body react as it was this night - as it had since seeing him that morning, leaning against his car outside baggage claim. Thankfully neither of us were required to do anything at the ceremony the next day, for that evening's rehearsal dinner was a blur. All I remembered clearly were the eyes that kept stealing my glances away from the bride, and the electric touches to my arm and thigh as we sat as close together as possible. Even the food served was lost to me. All I could smell was his scent beside me, and all I could taste were the flavors of him that rose to my tongue from the subsequent memories of his body in my mouth. Yet we hadn't so much as kissed all day. I stepped into the room with a soft smile, my gaze lingering on his as I passed close, my clutch dangling from my fingers along with my heels, having taken them off in the plushly carpeted elevator. The room was as expected: spacious and richly appointed, with a huge bed, sofa, table, chairs, and a bathroom that looked to be as large, though I didn't go in. Typical DeLyon family style accommodations. I didn't comment that his parents, who had rented rooms for the family who flew in for the wedding, were obviously in favor of our getting back together. I leaned my back against the wall of the small entryway, watching him close and lock the door, before turning to look at me with a long, silent gaze. God, I'd missed the sight of him. Tonight he wore a light blue button up shirt with simple, dapper black tie and black slacks. My breath held under his scrutiny, my body wrapped in a simple dark blue spaghetti strap dress that hugged my torso before flowing loose from my waist to my bare knees. It was suitably elegant without upstaging the bride to be. My hair, normally quite unruly for all its sleekness, had behaved admirably well this evening, remaining in it's twist, off my shoulders. The ears, neck and throat overwhich his eyes roamed held no adornment. The corners of my mouth compressed in a faint smile that lit my eyes more than my face. I knew I hadn't changed much in the years since our parting, and nor had he, physically. But while there was no mistaking the spark - hell, the inferno - that still existed between us, I wondered if his tastes for such expression had changed any. Was I still enough for him? His gaze lingered over my frame for a heartbeat longer than I could bear, and my breath released in a steady push. He smiled slowly, gave a slight nod, and turned back to the door, opening it just enough to slip the "Do not disturb" sign around to the front knob. Shutting it again and relocking it, he faced me once more, slowly moving toward me, his eyes fixed on mine. My face tilted up to his as he came to rest against me, pinning me gently to the wall, the smell and warmth of him enveloping me a moment before his lips find mine. The clutch and shoes fell from my fingers as my hands found him, sliding up and over his shoulders as his hands found me in turn, running the length of my body from shoulder to thigh, pulling us close. It was as if no time had passed. No other style of kiss had become more comfortable for either of us; no lips more familiar or well mapped. Without thought, my arms wrapped about his head, my leg lifted in his hand, and he pressed us to the wall in blissful passion. A dam somewhere deep within me broke, and I cried silent tears as I drank him in hungrily. He didn't comment; didn't wipe them away or shush me soothingly. He just kissed me, long and deep, his face and cheeks wetting with my emotion. He trailed his kisses over my jaw and took my throat in their sweet embrace. I felt his tongue on me for the first time in years, and sobbed with relief and longing in a sudden burst of sound. He kept me on that wall for some time, his mouth tracing over my exposed skin, his hands exploring the covered and hidden places he still knew so well. He turned me on it, pressing me against it firmly with his body as he found the skin on the nape of my neck with his warm and wet touch. He held me in place as he kissed down along my back, the zipper of the dress parting for his lips. By the time I faced him again and my tears had slowed and stopped, I felt as if they were the only dry part of me, and I looked to him with love and lust that I saw reflected back at me from his shining gaze. I bit my lower lip softly and slid out from his embrace, taking his tie gently in my fist and walking slowly backward toward the bed, my bare feet skimming over the rich rug in a slow step. "I warn you now, I'm not going to be able to control myself..." I said in a voice softer and more breathy than I had intended to use. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you this morning. "And I've wanted you from the moment I saw you over six years ago," he replied, following easily, as his hands unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the slacks. It was a testament to his own ardor, this act, as he knows I love undressing him; it made me smile with ridiculous giddiness that he still wanted me as much as I did him and couldn't wait. It was the longest trek to a bed over so short a distance that I'd ever been a part of. We never halted the gravitational pull of the sheets while our clothes fell away. I pulled close to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, the thin straps of my dress falling off my shoulders, causing me to spill forth, the sewn-in bra tumbling away with the rest of the material. He moaned softly at seeing this, and I could almost feel the air swell along with him. My hands slid into his open shirt and lifted it free of his shoulders as he kicked off his shoes and let the loose slacks fall away with his boxers. I felt the incredible hard heat of him against my bared stomach and quickly pushed the dress down over my hips, hooking my knickers along with it, exposing me fully. He quickly lifted each of his knees in turn in a jolting motion to remove his socks, while I unceremoniously unfastened the clips holding my twist in place. We tumbled to the bed just in time, his heat pressing down upon me as much as his weight, my legs moving to his sides, my hair fanning out behind me while I held onto his neck. We landed in a kiss, and did nothing else for a long electric moment. He was perfectly placed in our fevered sprawl, his girth nestled between my extremely wet folds, pinned between us against his belly. I felt myself slowly tighten beneath him, the warmth of his chest contracting the ends of mine to taut bundles of nerves. He broke our kiss in a low moan as he slid along me, parting me with a slick heat that caused my breath to catch. His head dropped down my neck, elliciting short gasps from me at the nips he gave to the tender skin on his way to my breasts. My gasp that accompanied his mouth on my nipple was not as short. I arched and moaned under his circling tongue, his gentle teeth, his throbbing heat that was making my hips writhe for more. "I've missed you," he breathed as he passed to the other side, pumping a quick stroke along the slick bare valley he has bridged below. My hands moved steadily along his back, his shoulders, into his hair; my nails finding him with the gentle scratches I knew he loves. At each new touch, each teasing pump of his girth upon me, sliding over my clit with hot, wet softness, my hands tightened on him and my legs squeezed. The words that came from me were not my own, I'm sure, so lost in obsession they seemed. "Oh, god, George! Please... please, I can't wait... I can't... I can't... please take me... please... please..." Whether it was by pity or a mad desire of his own, he did as I begged him. Knowing it would certainly happen more than once this night, he slid his length down, down, the head of him splaying the bottom of my opening firmly, stretching me in a delicious, throbbing press. Holding there only long enough to hear me whimper once more, already so hard and wet from my own readiness, he slipped inside me easily in one long, steady stroke that seemed to last forever in the ecstasy it brought me. I must have given a cry at each half inch the first several inches, until I dissolved into a continuous, delirious coo. With a shudder and a moan that vibrated through him and into me, seeming to bounce in percussive waves inside my breasts, his pubic bone touched mine, cradling my clit, and I squeezed him in embrace both inside and out. He held there a long while, our bodies speaking to one another in throbs and pulses and currents of radiating electricity, our heart beats vying for harmony of rhythm. His head bent down to mine, and he took my lower lip, then my tongue into his mouth, sucking gently. I felt his legs shift more securely under mine, and his hands slid from supporting him to my body, roaming over skin that ached to be touched by him. I whimpered once more to his ministrations, and he began to slowly withdraw from me, and then return, his girth moving easily in me, despite my tight grip upon it. My legs encircled him, my knees bringing him toward me with each inward stroke. I squeezed each time he withdrew, and pulled him close each time came back to me. As his hands found my ass, cupping me to him, opening me further for his every plunge, my mouth found his ear and murmured soft whispers of what he was was doing to me; how he filled me to my deepest parts; how I could feel every throb of him, and wanted to feel the shudder of him, and the hot burst of his release. I breathed my love for him over his skin, and of every second I had missed him, longing to have him inside me once more. I kissed his lips, cheek, chin, throat, neck and ear, taking a lobe in my mouth as my hands pressed him close, trailing light nails over his skin as he drew fresh moans from me with an increased pace to my words. I clung to him tighter as he thrust harder, slowly losing the self control he'd shown thus far, and I reveled in the hard slap and rough grip as he soared closer to his edge. I felt my body grow hot in a sudden rush, and focused on his breathing, his body, his hair, the muscles of his shoulders, our warmth and wetness. I bore down harder each time he moved out of me, milking him, sighing at the exquisite feeling of his girth within me, pushing me apart, opening me in rapid succession, my body coating him with the sweet musk I felt running down to wet the sheet beneath me. His hands felt as if they had my ass in a completely closed grip, pulling me apart, bending me to his will. It only added fuel to my passion, and I felt the first pulses of contraction deep within me. "Ohh, love, more..." His hips jerked into an unbelievably fast pace, and I could tell they soon moved of their own will as he lost himself in the feel of this. "You're... mine, Claire... You're mine... I want... only you..." His cock drew out until just the head remained inside me, then slammed back down again and again, sparking a long streak of lightening across my clit with each pass, his breathing quickening and his moans growing louder, near screams as his back arched away from me. I held on as if my life depended on it, for in that moment, I surely swore it did – that if I lost this contact, my very grip on the world would be lost as well. My breath was heavy in ragged moans to his thrusts and words, my fingers losing their hold in a sheen of masculine sweat, and raked his back softly with my nails in an effort to keep holding onto the slick skin of our passion. My squeezes around his cock began to loosen against my will, the muscles beginning an pulsing dance of their own, tightening my body quickly to the point of rapture, and sending shockwaves through my center as he pushed me over the edge in a long, continuous wail of climax "George... George...! Please! Yes! Pleeeaase...!" And again he obliged me. Whether from my words alone, or sensing my plunge into oblivion, or that it was simply his time, he went tumbling over the edge of his own climax, his eyes closing and his back arching as he screamed in release, continuing to move for a moment more, before plunging in deep and holding himself there, riding the wave of both our orgasms. I cried out anew as I felt him explode inside me, my limbs finding strength from somewhere to hold tightly onto him again. In the dim recesses of my conscience, I was slightly disappointed we had passed over together. While I was able to register each exquisite pulse and throb of him within me, I couldn't make out the equally blissful individual strands of liquid heat as they erupted from him. I made a mental note to be sure I did the next time. I had greatly missed his powerful release. As he came down and began to slacken over me, I rolled us, laying atop him with a slight grunt of effort at dragging his limp weight while keeping him inside me. I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, and nuzzled in his neck, kissing the skin with soft nips and continuing to squeeze him inside, doing my best to keep him hard. After a few moments, my hips gave small rocks, pleased to see he is still the same in another regard. "Oh, love..." I said, looking to him with a warm, spent smile, "that was amazing." I kissed him again, my fingers running along his cheek and chest as I watched him calm down, seeing his world seeming to spin and reform. "Oh yes it was. My lady," he responded, kissing me back with a grin and a moan to a squeeze from me inside. "I still want you. It wasn't nearly enough." I grinned too, brightly, and increased the motion of my hips, rocking him out farther and in deeper, pulling upon him firmly but gently, looking to his face to be sure it's not too much too soon; he wasn't as hard as before, and I knew he was likely overly sensitive at the moment. Leaning forward, I placed both my hands above his head and lowered my mouth to his again, kissing him tenderly as my hips slid my tender folds over the length of his cock in small circles. My breath held each time I squeezed him inside, amazed by the uncanny feeling that my shuddering pussy was a separate entity, starved and yearning in it's own right. "I love you, Jorje," I said with a soft smile, using the nickname I'd given him from our California days, bewildered at the way the tears sprang to my eyes yet again. I rolled them and shook my head, looking back to him sternly, as if it was his fault my emotions were so out of control. "George. Stop it," I chided, smiling. He tenderly reached a hand to my cheek, cupping it gently, and drew me down to his lips. As we slowly broke the caress, I felt the fingers of his other hand close suddenly on my nipple, drawing a quick breath into me and a throb through my body. I arched in his swelling reply to my squeeze, and moaned at his thrust, feeling him suddenly hardening. "Oh, that's it... That feels good, darlin'..." he crooned beneath me, his voice husky as his fingers further explored my sensitive places. Moaning to the new thrusts, my eyes closed and my body trembled violently at sustaining the slow pace after such a huge release a moment ago. I realized that I was not used to this. Stopping him with a firm press of my hips, I pushed back and down onto him to thrust him as deep as he could go inside me. "Ahhmmm..." I smiled, looking down at his adorably pained face at my halting what he had just been longing to start again. I gave him a long squeeze as I slid slowly up and off him, taking him in my hand as he came out of me. His essence trickled out of me and coated him liberally, the trails of it running down my thigh as I lifted one leg off him to the side, rubbing his torso with one hand while bending down to feed my mouth with the other. My eyes flicked up to his at his cracked moan, my tongue working with gentle care over the slick skin. The smell of our combine sex filled my senses as my head dropped lower with long, sucking strokes of his cock. Both hands turned to the task, sliding along with my mouth, rubbing in twists on the way up and down his length, pulling the skin taut as he passed into my throat or for an occasional long suck. "God, I missed this..." I moaned, adding vibration to my work as my lips passed over his head once more. His hips bucked wonderfully under the attention, and his moans grew louder, his whole body squirming at my touch. "Oh my god, so did I!" He lifted his head to watch me; to watch himself sliding in and out of my hands and mouth, my cheeks and lips and tongue caressing him wetly with soft, loving warmth. "Oh, Claire..." His hands found my hair, slipping into it and tightening with firm pleasure, causing me to moan in turn. The Reunion I slid down his cock with tongue swirling passes, one hand pumping him with smooth gentle strokes, fast and squeezing, while the other pressed tenderly down on his sac, stretching him taut and exposing every nerve to my touch. My movements increased as I felt his seed slowly draining out of me, and my thoughts turned to his earlier explosion, wanting to feel him throbbing again, pulsing, erupting for me once more in a scream of pleasure. One leg lifted to straddle one of his, and I rubbed against him with a frantic rock, grinding down to relieve my own mounting pleasure. I placed both hands to either side of him, encouraging him to move as fast as he wanted, my mouth covering him with sucking warmth. He wasted no time in taking control. His hands held me, his hips moving faster and faster, sliding himself in and out of me, fucking my mouth as his climax built quickly to the sight of me sucking him once again. It pushed him right to the edge, his breathing ragged as his words burst forth along with the rest of him. "Oh... Oh, god, Claire..." His entire body tightened and arched, the muscles of his legs and arms forcing me down farther onto him and drawing his leg along my clit as I pressed down into it. His signals were the same, and I managed to take a breath just before, enabling me to ride out his shuddering release. The spurts were not as powerful as they are when he wakes in the morning, or likely as they were just a moment prior. I've felt his rapture pass over my tongue after days of waiting, or after long periods of foreplay or delay; these weren't of that sort, powerful and overwhelming. But they were many, and hot, and everything I remembered of him. I tasted him at the back of my tongue, liquid and bittersweet, and I worked my throat to swallow, feeling my tongue draw back along his length, making him spasm all the more. When I was able to pull back enough, I elicited cries between each swallow, moans to each throb and swell of him in his many long pulses and aftershocks. My hand returned to him as I sucked, and I tenderly pumped him for all that he would give me while my hips circled in small jerks as a new gush of wetness seeped from me; I honestly couldn't say if it was fresh or not, so completely I has lost myself in his release. I licked and lapped slowly over his length, cleaning him, smiling up to him in what I'm sure was a disgustingly adoring way – I couldn't help it. When he was done, and looked down to me at last, bursting out in a soft laugh and covering his face with his hands in a long audible sigh of what I took to be amazed contentment, I crawled up his body and lay atop him again. "So, congratulations on your job, by the way... I'm proud of you, for what it's worth," I smiled, my fingers playing with the sparse hairs on his chest. "Thank you, means a lot," he chuckled, slipping his arms around me to run along my sides. "I'm going to get a new job every day if that is how you give congratulations." "Mhm... Well, I'm not sure that reason would be agreeable to most firms when they ask why you hop around so much," I light heartedly cautioned. "Well, obviously you don't know lawyers very well," he grinned, the expression slowly fading as he looked at me. "I have missed you so much." I am pleased to say that I didn't burst out into tears again. "I've missed you too," I replied quietly. I readily allowed him to pull me down into a kiss, and began to tingle as it progressed quickly, each of us giving in to the frenzy of making up for lost time once more, rolling to the side in a tangle of hands, arms, legs and skin. "We really can't wait this long again..." "No, we can't..." I heard him say as we shifted and I felt him swollen and warm against me. He moaned a deep growl as I rounded my hips against him, touching him with a wet caress against his hardening length. I shuddered to the touch and opened my eyes to look to him, holding his face in my hands on our side. "This time you do whatever you want. I promise I'll like it," I smiled, stroking him again that way, wondering if lust changed the color of my eyes the same asit did for his with lust of his own. "I am sure you will," he grinned, dipping in to take my neck in his teeth and moving out of the way as he rolled me onto my stomach, letting his mouth trail along his back as I stretched out beneath him with a low hum. "Well, aren't we confident this evening..." I teased, shuddering softly as the sensitive skin of my back was teased in return. He moved to his knees as his reached my tailbone, and his hands held my hips in their large grasp as he kissed and licked the cleft of my buttocks, causing me to sigh and arch my lower back, opening myself to tongue. He positioned himself between my readily parting knees, tasting the earlier dampness of our passion that had trickled along that same path. "You know I have always enjoyed this way a lot," he said, drawing a finger from my lower back down the center curve of me, passing over my smallest opening and into the soft, wet folds of my bare lips, coating his finger. I writhed under his touch, opening to him as the flower does the bee. I smiled, my face turned to the side, my arms reaching up under the pillows to stretch my torso and press my breasts into the sheets. "Ohh... yes... Almost as much as I," my sigh confirmed. "I know," he said lightly, lifting my hips to him and pressing his now turgid hotness flat against me, nestled in the smooth valley of my ass. His fingers rubbing slowly along my slit beneath, gaining the purchase of moisture there to slick his skin again and causing a shudder and gasp from the center of my being. He continued as he wet the top of his shaft with his fingers, "One of the reasons I like it so much is the sounds that you make when I am fucking you this way." "What soundaaaAGHHOO, Goood!" I asked, offhanded, just as he slid into me with one long, quick stroke, pulling me back to him as he pushed in, until nestled firmly and entirely in the sheath of my cunt. "Those sounds," he said, and though I couldn't see him through my closed eyes with their dancing stars of fairy lights, I knew he was smiling. "Oh..." I acquiesced, a small smile of my own almost breaking through the twist of lust that bowed my lips. He began to move, his hands on my hips warm and controlling, holding me in place as he slowly stroked in shallow pumps. "You always feel amazing this way. I love watching you take all of me." He rocked forward slightly harder, expanding me to my deepest parts, and then his thumbs reached in from their grip and pulled me open a little farther still. I moaned in mewls of lust at nearly every stroke, the feel of his hands on my hips fluttering my insides. And when he spread me... Oh, god, when he spread me and thrust harder, pulling me back toward him then... I felt myself contracting inside as he reached unimagined depths, drawing the thick pad of the underside of his cock along my clit in rapturous passage, my thighs trembling with each push. My legs on the outside of his widened a bit, and it felt to me like I was opening before him enough to bare my very soul to his will. He may love the sounds I make, but I in turn love his. He picked up the speed, but kept the same medium hard thrust, his moans quickly growing louder and louder. He wouldn't withdraw more than halfway, and pulled me so close each time that his thighs pressed into mine with a slap, and I could feel the sway of him beneath me. He ran a thumb along my ass, ringing the opening and putting pressure on it. A long, throaty growl escaped me as his thumb brushed the already slick hole, and it pressed against the probing, expanding around the flat of his finger with each circle. I could feel my breasts under me, rocking with each stroke of his cock, having raised up on my elbows in my writhing. I rounded my hips into him, meeting his thrusts passionately, my knees giving way even more to the side, making me almost rest fully on his cock lodged inside me. "Oh, love..." Being so open and exposed to him must have spurred him on, because I felt him slick his thumb with my wetness from beneath and ease it into my ass as he fucked me, his thrusts getting harder. Shivers crept across my back and down my thighs as he did, and my moan lengthened. The added pressure and stretch this created rippled my nerves, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. My muscles on either side spasmed in tandem, clenching and relaxing apart, then together, in a confusion of bliss, as if they were unsure where to tighten to find release. I squeezed George in a long pull, feeling him force his way through my tightened passage and withdraw again, no longer in a shallow pulse, but lost in an abandon I recognized as his impending rush. His throaty cries met my ears with a surge of blood to my limbs, tingling me all over. I lowered my torso fully to the bed, my hands stretching out along the sheet, my hardened nipples pressing into the mattress and hips tilting and stretching me even tighter around him. His thumb curled inside me as his fingers splayed out on my lower back, his other hand leaving my hip to trail along my thigh and back, occasionally pulling the inside of my thigh and lower ass even farther open to drive into me harder. I felt my skin pulling on him, gumming his length as it withdrew, sucking his thumb inside as would a babe. My hips at this angle tilted my clit even more toward the slap of his balls, and I could swear I felt them tightening as he impossibly drove on. The earlier expenditure must have enabled this plateau, for I could tell he was hovering on the edge far longer than normally possible. Every time he bottomed out into me and sent shock waves through my hips and into my belly, I moaned my passion to him into the sheet that I had bit in my teeth. In muffled cried, I urged him nearer, wanting to feel him burst before I succumbed, wanting to savor the sweetness of his expansion and rush inside me. "Yes... love... yes... please... more... more... George..." He moved to a frantic pace at my urging, his hand leaving me, only to come down on my upturned ass with a stinging slap that nearly knocked me over the precipice. He groaned at my moaning yelp, and backhanded the other side, then back again, timing his quick swings with the thrust of his body. All sensation channeled into my center, and I screamed as I felt myself lose control. And just before my muscles left the earth without me, I felt him suddenly still and swell, his scream topping mine as he jerked, and two jets of heat rippling off my walls inside send me soaring into an incredibly long, wrenching climax. Then he was there, over me, pressing me fully into the bed, his body jumping and twitching over mine, each of our jerks sending the other into spasms of their own, the breath exploding out of us to be drawn in again in gasping inhalations. We were drenched and slick, and I couldn't feel any specific part of my body in the warm, wet glow of my entire being merged with his. I don't know how long we lay there, blanketed in our spent passion. By the time I could distinguish my arms and legs from his, my heartbeat from the strong thumping of his on my back, I found our breathing was still one. And if there had ever been a doubt in my mind of anything else, it was washed away in that moment of love as he lay draped over me. "This feels so right, Claire. I love you so much. I always have," he whispered, his mouth against my ear before he moved to kiss the back of my neck. "Never this long again." I reached back to his hip, giving him a gentle squeeze inside and nodded, the damned tears flooding to my eyes again. I smiled softly, knowing he was asking me to stay in the only way he ever would. Knowing he wanted it more than anything else. Knowing that was the thing we had most in common of all. I turned my head farther to lay my cheek against his as he lowered his head to me. "Okay," I whispered back. "Good idea..." ((This is my first story on this site, and I am happy to hear any feedback you might have. Please send me a message. Thanks!)) The Reunion I hear a knock on my hotel room door and realize you are an hour early. I hurriedly grab some jeans and a white t-shirt, annoyed that I don't have time to really dress for you. You are knocking so insistently that I don't even bother to put on a bra or panties. I see you for the first time and my knees immediately get weak. That old feeling of butterflies is back and my knees are weak which surprises me after so many years. I'm an adult now not a twenty-two year old girl, I wonder how can this man still do this to me. We give each other a quick hug and you walk in to the sitting area of the room. I've played this scenario out in my head about a hundred times always coming up with something witty and smart to say, so why can't I think of a word now. I break the awkward silent moment and ask if you would like a drink. You say yes so I open a bottle of champagne, figuring after not seeing you for twenty years our reunion warranted champagne. We have talked about if we would role-play when we got together for months now and I'm nervous yet excited to see if we would actually go through with it. Even though it's been twenty years, our relationship is stronger from the years of our very strange long distance relationship. Hundreds of hours on the phone and Skype talking about life, dreams and sharing each other's fantasies. Who would have thought that phone sex could illicit such intense feelings and orgasms. Funny how a person you haven't laid eyes on in so long can know you almost better than you know yourself just from countless conversations over ten years. You go sit down on the couch as I pour our drinks. We make idle chitchat and through it there is underlying electricity that I'm sure we both feel. I bring you your drink and stand in front of you. After the obligatory cheers we set both drinks down on the table. I begin to sit next to you, "Stay where you are, don't move," you say, as you reach out and hold my hands firmly. My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure you can hear it because it's deafening to me. You let go of one of my hands and gently rub my nipples through my shirt. You immediately realize I'm not wearing a bra and give me a smile. You continue to rub, pinch and pull until both my nipples are hard and pressing uncomfortably on my white t-shirt. "Take off your shirt." you command. I immediately realize you are playing the role we discussed and for this sex play you are going to be my master. This realization makes me anxious yet excited. I wasn't sure we were going to dive so quickly in to this, but oddly I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to obey you. I pull my shirt over my head exposing my hard nipples. You now put one hand on my back and pull me a little closer too you. You continue to play with my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, alternating from one to the other. They are swelling from your touch. You lean in to me and flick the tip of your tongue over one of my nipples, which is already red and sensitive. Your tongue on my sensitive nipple sends a shiver through me and I can't help but moan. I can feel my crotch getting damp and a strong tingling in my lower abdomen and between my thighs. You continue your assault on my breast for a few more minutes pinching, pulling, and slowly sucking them in to your mouth, your teeth nibbling on them oh so gently. You are very aware at how turned on you're making me. Just when I think you will bring me to an orgasm like this you pull away leaving me flushed and wanting more. "Take off your pants," you command. I unbutton and unzip my jeans and slowly pull them over my hips. For a moment I suddenly get self-conscious and begin to stiffen, you haven't seen me naked since I was twenty-eight years old-pre-babies, pre-middle age. You know me well and sense my hesitation. "You're still beautiful," you whisper, instinctively knowing I need to hear it. As I stand in front of you completely naked while you are fully clothed on the couch anxiety and fear overcome me. We both sense it and it seems to only make the sexual charge in the room increase. I begin to move. "No moving unless you want to get punished," you say. The threat sends a new round of juice from my already wet pussy. With no warning you shove two fingers inside me causing me to whimper, but somehow I remain still. You tap on my inner thigh with the other hand signaling me to spread my legs apart so you have better access. I am now fully exposed standing in front of you, your fingers deep inside me exploring my inner most places. You are especially pleased that I followed your orders and shaved completely. As your fingers slide in and out of me your thumb circles my clit, which is completely swollen. I close my eyes and can't help but begin to move my hips towards you to meet your fingers with every new thrust. "I told you not to move, didn't I?" Your voice is firm but I hear laughter and pleasure underneath. The next thing I know I feel a slap on my ass, my punishment for moving. The sting sends an electric current straight to my pussy and my muscles squeeze down on your fingers. "Stay still and keep your eyes open," you command. You want to see the desire, pain, fear and longing in my eyes. I glance at the bulge in your jeans and can't help but smile you are rock hard and about to burst. You notice my gaze and with your free hand you undo your jeans and release the most beautiful hardest cock I've seen in years. I can almost feel my mouth salivate at the thought of that beautiful piece of meat in my mouth. You sense my desire through the changes in my breathing, which is getting shallow and rapid. You put your thumb directly on my clit and know that I am getting ready to orgasm. Right when I'm about to explode you pull your fingers out leaving me longing to the point of pain. I want to plead with you to let me cum but know that that will just earn me another slap on the ass. All my reactions are making you harder and harder, your cock almost pulsating. After seconds that seem like hours, you grab my hips and lift me up and on top of you. You forcefully lower me down on to your lap, your erection penetrating me deeply. The moment you enter me I am overcome with pleasure and desire. I've been dreaming about you inside me for so long. I can't get you in me deep enough. I want you to completely fill me. I begin to ride you using my knees to bring my hips up and down slamming down as hard as I can each time the roughness of your jeans scratching my inner thighs. Your hands are on my waist pulling me up and down, as your hips push up to push yourself deeper and deeper inside me. I bend over and my tongue finds your mouth and I kiss you with a passion and urgency that is animalistic. You take your hands from my waist and move them down to my ass and spread my cheeks and begin to play with my very private back hole. Between our tongues exploring the depths of each other's mouths, your cock thrusting deep inside me, and your finger circling my anus I'm reaching a point of ecstasy I didn't even know existed. My pussy is so wet and tight on your cock you have to struggle to not give in to your building climax. As I squeeze my inner muscles harder around you, you know you're about to cum so you insert the tip of your finger into my ass setting off my own explosion. I orgasm so strong that it begins in my toes and works its way up my entire body causing me to spasm and pulsate. I try to muffle my screams but I can't and I cry out with sheer pleasure. I feel you exploding and releasing inside me and am brought almost to a state of bliss as you lose yourself in your own intense orgasm. Before you are completely empty, you give me one more little slap on my ass that causes my pussy to grip down on you again with a tiny after orgasm which does the trick and milks you dry, every last bit of your juice filling me. Completely satiated we stay in that position for a while as I feel your cock soften inside me. You give me another deep kiss and feel me shiver in your arms. You help me to get off of you. My legs are sore from straddling you for so long. It occurs to me that you are still completely dressed as you hold me next to you while I'm naked and drained feeling completely vulnerable. As I feel myself begin to doze off you nudge me and say, "No sleeping...Little Sub I'm not done with you yet." The Reunion My encounter with Eric got me to thinking about another old friend who I had lost touch with over the years. Not that I ever really stopped thinking about him ... No matter how hard I tried ... Jamie was a former co-worker who I almost instantly felt like I'd known for years. He became a dear friend and during a time when my marriage was on the rocks, a regular confidante. He was always ready to listen as I poured out my frustrations and since his girlfriend was just as jealous and controlling as my husband, we could talk about a lot of things from a "been there, done that" perspective that a lot of people simply wouldn't understand. He always seemed to know just when to offer suggestions, and when I just needed someone to listen. When he did offer advice, it was from a genuine caring and simple logic that put things into perspective for me many times. If that didn't make me feel better, he also had a warped sense of humor that almost always made me laugh, even at times when I really didn't want to. We became closer as time went on and we shared more and more of our deepest feelings. We were never actually intimate, but as the feelings grew between us, the jokes about running off to the Bahamas together started to sound more and more like a good idea and I found myself wondering if I should have married him, instead. We would have almost certainly gotten along better ... People around us started to notice the bond growing between us; especially Jamie's girlfriend, who was almost insanely jealous and that made me feel more than a little guilty about the feelings I was keeping carefully hidden inside, convincing myself that this was a line I didn't want to cross and that maybe it was better if I didn't know for sure whether he was hiding the same feelings for me. In the end, I let my own doubts and fears get the better of me and sent him out of my life, for the sake of my marriage, rather than admit what my true feelings for him were. It was a decision I have regretted it ever since .... The heart ache was tremendous, so I transferred to a different department so I wouldn't have to see him every day and did my best to avoid him on the occasions when our paths did cross over the years; but even years later, I was like a giddy school girl, my heart still pounding for a couple hours afterward when I did see him. Here I was, fifteen years later. My marriage hasn't gotten any better, so I have really missed the long heart-to-heart talks we used to have when Mike got on one of his kicks. Despite my best efforts to bury my feelings for him and put the whole thing behind me, the ache of that one empty little corner of my heart just would not go away. Without ever having so much as held my hand, Jamie had touched my very soul in a way that no one ever had and that made him unforgettable. One day I was on Face book and got to wondering if Jamie was on there. I searched under the name of the company we had both worked for all those years ago, and there he was .... This, of course, created a new dilemma. Even as I laughed as he joked with a lady in Canada about how he was going to send them all our mosquitoes in the spring if they didn't keep "their" cold air on "their" side of the border, I couldn't help but wonder if I really wanted to open that Pandora's Box of feelings again. He was apparently still single, but I had no way to know whether he still wanted to talk to me, or even if he remembered me after all these years. Besides, even if I wanted to, I didn't dare add him to my friend list where Mike might see it. I didn't know what to do and tried to put it out of my mind, but the wheels were turning. I struggled with it alone until one night when I was having coffee with an old friend. Penny knew something was bothering me, and no matter how much I kept telling her nothing was wrong, she knew me too well and wasn't about to let me slide by without giving her a real answer. After she gave me some gentle prodding and I gave her a lot of hemming and hawing, I finally broke down and laid it all out for her. After listening patiently to the whole story, she regarded me for a long moment with those piercing blue eyes. "Pat, I have to tell you that I'm only surprised it has taken this long to boil over," she said in a gentle mothering voice. "I've known both of you for a long time and I remember always being able to tell when the two of you had had a good laugh together because you would both have this glow about you for the rest of the day. I kept waiting for the two of you to admit what the rest of us already knew and ride off into the sunset on his Harley." Pausing to take another drink of her coffee, she continued, "I also remember how heart breaking it was to see both of you so miserable after you sent him out of your life. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had both lost your best friend. Both of you were afraid to admit to the feelings between you, and each in your own way, ran away from it when you really should have been running away together. Was it really worth it in the end?" "But I'm married." "Yes, but you know as well as I do that playing by the rules isn't always the best answer. Remember, Mark and I were both married when we met, too." she said. "None of that really matters in the end. What really matters is the feeling between you, and the two of you were in love just as surely as Mark and I are. Remember telling me that, even from thirty miles away, he knew within a few minutes what time Mike came in from the fields? That kind of connection between people is rare. If there is such a thing as a soul mate, the two of you were it; and anybody who saw the two of you together knew that. Why do you think there were rumors about the two of you? No matter how much the two of you tried to deny it, we could all see the love between you." "But I don't even know if he remembers me," I said, knowing in my heart that it was more an excuse than a fact. "I haven't seen him for a few years, so I don't know where he is or what he's doing these days; but you were very good for each other and I think it safe to say he hasn't forgotten that. Send him an e-mail and see what happens. At worst, he won't respond, but I think he will be happy to hear from you." After a couple days of debate, I finally broke down and sent him a quick e-mail to test the waters. Two days passed. Then three, with no response .... Finally, on the fourth day, I got a response. I was so nervous I could barely bring myself to open the message, but was greeted with a cheery, "Hey stranger!! It's been a long time. How are you?" Over the next few weeks, the e-mails progressed to cell phone conversations (working nights helped keep those long conversations under Mike's radar) until we finally agreed to meet at a truck stop about sixty miles away. It was a bright sunny morning the day of the meeting, and I was trembling with anticipation. Trying to relax with a hot bath, I kept thinking about the pleasures yet to come, getting hornier as time went on. Seeking some much needed relief, I began running my hands down my body and up again to my breasts, savoring the feeling as my grasping fingers found the hard nubs of my nipples. Imagining Jamie standing in the doorway stroking his cock while he watched, I brought one nipple up to my mouth, flicking my tongue across it, then repeated with the other one. As the passion rose, I continued the imaginary show, one hand holding a nipple to my lips, while the other slowly slid down my body until it found its destination between my widely spread legs. Once there, I slid a couple fingers between my lips, imagining that it was his tongue exploring my soft folds before moving up to tease my swollen clit. Imagining him moving into the sixty-nine position, I sucked hard on the phantom cock in my mouth while my roaming fingers stood in for his probing tongue as I imagined him licking and sucking my clit until the tingling sensation signaled the beginning of my impending orgasm. Slipping a couple fingers deep inside, I imagined his cock pumping in and out of me as my orgasm continued to intensify until we exploded together in a blinding flash of light. My whole body shuddered over and over as a tidal wave of sensation washed over, leaving me limp and breathless Finishing my bath, I stood nude in front of the mirror and took a good look at myself. After forty years and three children, my curves were a little softer and fuller than they used to be, and my breasts were a little saggy but still fairly firm and full, with long nipples that stood out proudly, begging to be sucked and fondled. It wasn't a model's body I saw in the mirror by any means, but Eric certainly seemed to think I still had plenty to offer a potential lover and I hoped Jamie would agree. I had a lot of time to think about things on the way to the truck stop; time to think about how different it felt from my previous adventures. Before, the plan was simple and clear cut: We would get together for an afternoon of raw, uninhibited passion and then we both walk away, no strings attached, and go about our everyday lives. This time, I was going to meet the only man I have seriously thought about leaving my husband for, and that put a whole different spin on where this might be going. This encounter might change my life dramatically and I still wasn't sure that was what I wanted. As the raw excitement of what I was planning struggled against the guilt, the little niggling doubts started setting in .... What if, after all the build-up, he doesn't show up? What if the spark we had isn't still there after being apart for fifteen years? I just couldn't help but wonder if I hadn't missed the chance at true love for the sake of a crumbling marriage. Just as I was about to talk myself out of this meeting, a dedication came on the radio, "From Jamie to Pat", like he knew just when the pivotal moment would come. Loverboy came on with a song that described my situation almost perfectly, putting words to the feelings I hadn't dared admit, even to myself. As the song came to an end, the refrain repeated in my head over and over: "I hope you're with me I hope you're with me when it's over ....." As I walked into the truck stop, I was so nervous I could barely stand and walk, or talk at all. All I could think about was the fact that, after so many years apart, the time had finally come for us to meet face to face. All my doubts melted away as he met me at the door with a big hug. When he released me from his arms, I took a step back for a better look at him. He had grown a goatee since I had last seen him, and his hair was a littler grayer and a lot longer than I remembered, making him look more like an old biker than an ex-Marine, but the chemistry between us was still just as strong as it had ever been. We sat down in a booth, and when the waitress came over, he ordered steaks for the two of us. "... and ..." He continued, as the waitress stood there waiting, a little too expectantly. "The special." The almost giddy reaction of the waitress as she bounded off told me something was up; and seeing my questioning look, he just smiled, "You'll see...." After a few minutes, the sound of Willie Nelson was replaced with that of Jefferson Airplane and Jamie started singing along, "Do you want somebody to love? D-o-o-o-o you need somebody to love?" "You're always full of surprises!! Don't tempt me, Jamie. You just might get it." At this point, there was no question in my mind that he was still the man I had fallen in love with all those years ago. "Believe me, I intend to tempt you as much as possible." We had a long talk about life and the good things we shared over dinner. Taking my hand after we had finished eating, he helped me up; then as he released my hand, he slipped the wedding band off my finger and put it into his pocket. I was shocked. "Jamie??!!??" "Don't worry, Pat. You can have it back later if you want it, but that ring is a sign that you belong to someone else. I have loved you from afar all these years and have no intention of "borrowing" you now. If I had wanted it that way, I could have talked you into an affair a long time ago, it would have been just a question of picking the right moment to take advantage of your vulnerability, and I think we both knew it." "There were times when I really wondered if we would both be better off if I divorced Mike and married you." "I wonder about that, too, more times than I want to think about. And, I haven't forgotten the times you came to me in tears with one foot out the door and not knowing what to do. You don't know how much it hurt to see you so miserable; or how bad I wanted to just gather you up right then and there: 'I'm not going to stand aside and watch this anymore. Come with me and let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.'." "So why didn't you?" "Believe me, it was hard to keep my mouth shut, but I wanted you to be sure of what you wanted. More than anything, I wanted you to be happy; regardless of who you were with. I would have treated you better than Mike did, but that didn't necessarily mean you'd be happier. I wanted to be sure I could deliver on any promises I made to you." Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Pat, love should be more than a blunt instrument used to bludgeon someone into submission. You were the one who showed me that it could be, now let me show you. You're free to take your ring and return to your old life any time you want to; but for the time you're with me, whether if be for an hour or for a lifetime, I want you to give yourself to me completely, not just the sensual pleasures your body has to offer, but your heart and soul, holding nothing back; and let me show you what it's like to love and be loved completely and unconditionally." "So you still feel that way after all these years?" "I left you alone for 15 years because it was what you said you wanted. But that didn't change the fact that you were the only woman I've ever met that really blew my mind. Some women are like candy for the eyes, but there was something about you that was more like heroin for the soul. I never forgot how good you made me feel." "Jamie, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say .... Anything. Just be the love I've always dreamed that you could be, even if it's just for an hour." "I have to ask .... I haven't been able to get that ring off for years. How did you ...?" "Remember the story of King Arthur? How only the rightful ruler could remove the sword from the stone? Could it be that only your truest love can remove the ring from your finger?" "Are you saying you're my knight in shining armor?" He bowed deeply before me with a dramatic flourish like he was bowing to the queen. Recovering, he took my hand, "At your service fair lady. Shall I have the squire bring the carriage around?" he asked with a bad Shakespearian accent. "Alas, the castle ... is a dreadful mess. So would you like to accompany me to my hotel for a bit of dessert?" He always made me laugh, and I was incredibly turned on just from being with him, so I readily agreed. Looking deep into my eyes, he asked, "Now, will you give yourself to me completely?" "I'll try." "NO!! TRY NOT!!" he said in a mocking imitation of Yoda. "Do ... or do not. There is no try." Laughing, "Ok, ok." 'Oh, how I've missed that warped sense of humor ....' I thought to myself. Taking my hand, he led me out to the parking lot, past a long row of cars. "Are we going to take your car?" I asked. "Well, we could, but there's a problem," he said as he walked up to a flamed black Harley. "I didn't bring a car." I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, he's always struck me as the kind that would have a bike like that. "I always thought you would have a hot rod of some kind ..." "Oh, you'll get the hot rod later," he said with an evil grin. "I've never been much of a conformist, so there are different toys for different moods. I bring the panhead out when the wild free spirit hits, and I want to hit the open road and just go ... Times when I feel that there's a new adventure out there somewhere and I'm going to find it." Throwing a leg over the shining beast, he brought it to life with a throaty roar as I climbed on behind him. I was incredibly turned on by the time we got to his hotel, and I knew in my heart that this was about much more than just raw sex. It was fast becoming an all consuming passion, like nothing I had felt since before the kids were born. This was a gift I'd waited fifteen years to offer him, and I intended to give him every ounce of pleasure I could. As he closed and locked the hotel room door behind us, I turned and held out my hands to him. I had wanted to do that for what feels like forever -- just to touch his hand. His hands were warm as they wrapped around mine and held tight..... Hmmm... was that a spark I saw? I looked deep into his eyes trying to touch, for a moment, the depths of his soul, trying to see the truth. Is this really the love we both have been searching for? Then my eyes dropped to his lips as he closed the distance between us. He released my hands (what a sense of loss for a brief moment) then reached up to touch my face and tilt it up to his. He gave me a brief, gentle kiss, then another. I reached my arms around his neck and stretched on my toes to get closer as he wrapped his arms around me and the kiss deepened. Our mouths opened to touch tongues and I could feel my whole body responding. My breasts felt full and there was a whole herd of butterflies floating around my stomach. As we settled into a comfortable position on the bed, I reached my hand to touch his face ... to touch the texture of his moustache, to trace his lips with my fingertip. Then I leaned in closer to place a butterfly soft kiss on each eye and the tip of his nose and then lightly kiss his lips. We'd both waited a long time for this moment, so the kiss quickly became more passionate, not in a hurry, but yet already on fire for more. When we ran out of breath (breathing can be soooo inconvenient at times) we broke apart, and this time his hand caressed my face. I turned my head a bit and kissed the center of his palm -- once, and again then stuck my tongue out to tickle it a bit. I reached over and began to unbutton his shirt as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes and smiled at the joy of finally being with him. I slid the shirt off his shoulders then slowly began to pull his t-shirt out of his waistband. When I had worked that loose, I took the bottom and pulled it up over his head. As I slowly caressed his chest with my palms, feeling the texture of the hair and the hardness of his nipples, I just couldn't resist leaning down to lick and nibble lightly on each nipple. He moaned slightly in response, then placed his hand under my chin, bringing my face close to his to kiss long and deep. We had gradually eased down from sitting to mostly lying down and he pushed me over on my back so he could begin to unbutton my blouse. As he undid a button, he leaned over to gently kiss and lick the skin revealed. When he reached the last button and pulled my blouse open and off over my shoulders, I raised up slightly so he could slip it off. As I did that, I could feel his hand reaching for the hooks on my bra, so I arched up a little more to make that easier. After he had released the last hook and freed the ends, I laid back down. He pulled down one strap down off my shoulder, then the other and slid the bra off completely before tossing it aside. He paused for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of my bare breasts, then gently caressed the soft flesh as he moved his head down to lick and suck on each nipple, making them hard and causing me to moan and squirm against him. He moved more over me and I could feel the hairs on his chest rubbing against my breasts as our lips met once again for a long, passionate kiss. The Reunion It was mid-afternoon when he checked into the hotel. He sent a quick text message as he walked down the hallway, then unlocked and entered the room that was soon to be nothing more than a den of sin. Only weeks before his wedding, he knew that he needed just one last hurrah - to experience the thrill of another woman's body before he gave himself completely to one woman for the rest of his life (or so he was convinced at the time). He had everything set up perfectly - the chilled bottle of wine opened, two glasses poured, the candles lit, lights dimmed. He was filled with anxious anticipation, about to see a woman he hadn't seen in the flesh in 10 years. A woman that he had fantasized about since they last met, one who had in the intervening years gotten married, had two kids, but never forgot about the one who got away. That was something they shared, a bond that time wouldn't rend - they were the same to each other - the "one that got away". There was a tentative knock on the door, and he heistantly paced over to peer through the peephole. It was her, gorgeous brown hair falling down over her shoulders, the emerald dress that she told him she made expressly for this day draped over her, hugging all of her curves perfectly. He stood there momentarily, mouth dry and breath heavy against the door, aware of the stirring feeling between his legs. She'd sent him pictures over email a few times, but nothing in those pictures quite captured the allure that she held for him here, in the flesh. He pulled the door open, forgetting to undo the latch such that the door locked open only inches. "Hi..." he stammered, as she smiled at him. Was that a giggle that she let loose? He could recall the way she giggled in high school, that high, girlish giggle that hinted at darker thoughts, deep desires that she kept hidden away just enough to pique his interest. He fumbled with the door latch and finally opened it, inviting her in. She stepped across the threshold, looking so much as she did ten years ago, yet decidedly different as well. She had grown in all the right places, and her dress fit her perfectly -- accentuating the curve of her large breasts, her hips, and her ass. He stood in front of her, drinking in every inch of her. She stood and smiled at him as she set her purse on the dresser, as he thought momentarily of the wine that was sitting just a few feet away. Looking closely into her eyes, however, he forgot all about the wine...the room...everything. He could see in those beautiful green eyes a reflection of the pure lust and desire that he felt for her at this very moment, as he reached out and took her into his arms, kissing her deeply and passionately as he had imagined he would so many times before this day. She returned the kiss, tongues intertwining as they breathed in each others' scents. His hands ran up and down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly to him. She moaned softly as he brought his hand around front, feeling her trembling, creamy-white thighs and slowly working his way up. She pulled her lips from his and gave him a devilish smile as his hand reached its goal, finding no fabric between his roaming fingers and her hot, wet pussy. "Do you like?" was her question, whispered into his ear. His answer was clear as he reached up and pulled the dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet. There she stood, large breasts bound tightly in a corset (probably also of her making), thigh-high stockings tight against her legs, arms at her sides, beatiful alabaster skin contrasting with the dark fabric. You'd never have known by looking at her that she had had two kids in the intervening years - she looked just as gorgeous as she ever did in high school, but now he was finally seeing what she looked like naked. Smiling, she walked over to him and put one hand on his shoulder...the other dropped slowly down his chest and came to rest at the buckle of his belt. Without a word, she slipped the belt off of him, unzipped his pants, and smiled as his hard cock was exposed - just as she had worn no panties, he was going commando for her. She squeezed it in her hand and smiled at him, then pulled his pants down to the floor, dropping to her knees. He knew what would come next - they'd talked about it online, even on the phone. She wanted to taste him, to suck him until he exploded in her mouth. And from the look in her eyes as she knelt before him, there was no plan in her mind to disappoint. She kissed his thighs as he stepped out of his pants, moving so he could lean against the bed. Slowly, she ran her tongue up from his balls to the tip of his now-throbbing cock, eyes locked on his the entire time. She reached around and grabbed his ass tightly as she plunged his cock into her mouth, past her lips, all the way to the base...he could feel the tip of his cock hit the very back of her throat. She pulled back off and smiled at him, "Delicious..." was all that she said. Her other hand reached down and fondled his balls, squeezing and pulling on them as they rolled in her hand, as her mouth teased and sucked him. She moaned as his hands fell to her hair, grabbing it tightly and helping to guide her head up and down the length of him. Her hand left his balls and slipped back further, as he laid spread his legs further for her, using the bed as support. He moaned loudly as her finger came to rest against his ass, rubbing the tight hole, relaxing it. He tightened up as she deep-throated him once again, at the same time slipping her fingertip into him, fucking his ass as she sucked him off. He could feel his orgasm building, and was sure she could as well...with his ass puckering around her finger and his head throbbing between her lips. She looked up at him and smiled, taking him in and out of her mouth, tip to base, again and again. He grabbed her hair and pushed her down onto him as he exploded, both ass and cock letting loose in an orgasm more powerful than he had felt in awhile. His cum shot into her mouth, and she swallowed as much as she could, but some still dripped out from between her lips, running down her chin, down his cock. Her finger left his ass as she her mouth from him, stroking his hard, throbbing cock as drops of cum continued to pour out, onto her hands, his thighs, the floor. He looked down at her, flushed with ecstacy, cock still throbbing and dripping cum, and told her that it was her turn...that she should climb onto the bed and spread her legs...it was her turn to cum hard all over him. he climbed up onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for him and sitting so that her feet dangled from the side. She sat there and motioned for him to step closer, as if he needed encouragement. He knelt in front of her, kissing her deeply and trailing his lips and tongue slowly down the nape of her neck, taking each breast firmly in hand and tracing his tongue around her nipples, sucking on them as they grew hard at his touch. His hand reached between her thighs and he slowly slipped first one, then two fingers into her. She sighed heavily as he penetrated her, and her hands roamed through his hair as he lowered his face to the level of the bed. He watched as his fingers parted her lips, sliding in and out as she became more and more wet. She pulled on his head, guiding him down closer to her hot wetness. And he, of course, willingly obliged. Her thighs were creamy white, in contrast to the nice pink of her pussy as he spread her lips wide and slowly traced his tongue from her clit, down past her wet hole, to her ass and back up again. She was moaning with every new sensation. He settled on flicking and rubbing her clit with his tongue, while his fingers slipped in and out of her wet pussy...sliding in, twisting gently as he reached for her g-spot, then pulling back out. He waited until his fingers were nice and wet, rubbing her lips and hole, spreading her juices all over his hand, and then slowly pressed one of his fingers up against her tight asshole...building pressure as his tongue teased her clit until it slipped in, just the tip of his finger, pressing in and out. She nearly came just then, clamping her thighs around his head and pulling on his hair just enough that he could feel it. He knew what would put her over the edge, and smiled as he gave it to her - slipping three fingers into her now-dripping pussy and one into her ass, his tongue lapping her clit quickly and with just enough pressure...fucking her with his hand and mouth, hearing her breathing increase, feeling her thighs trembling around his head, feeling her hands squeezing and releasing in his hair, until he feels her hips shift, and her pussy is grinding in his face, her hands pulling his face tight against her throbbing, wet pussy...moaning and screaming out his name as she grinds against him, covering his face with her cum, writhing in ecstacy as he continues to lick her clit and fuck her with his hand... Finally, he stops, pulling his fingers from her and licking the cum off of them. He stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She sits up, takes his hard, throbbing cock in her hand, and smiles, "Now let's make some good use of this." The Reunion The Reunion Meg peeled off every stitch of her clothing. We headed for the bathroom. I followed Meg and admired the view. Though her figure was wide and her butt and thighs very ample, she moved gracefully, not with the stereotyped 'waddle' of an overweight person. Though I was not into messy toilet play, I may very well have let Meg subject me to some decidedly 'naughtier' activities than we had pursued so far in our two encounters. I did not open my mouth now, and probably wouldn't; just entertaining thoughts. Meg maneuvered to the toilet, lifted the lid, and motioned to me. She had said earlier she would love to leave a load in my lap, so I figured it was likely that's what I was in for. She stood facing me and planted a leg on either side of my lap. She put her hands on my shoulders and squatted low enough to guarantee her delivery was on target. I couldn't resist placing my hands at her waist just above her hips. As Meg waited for her body to act, she looked into my face and I saw contentment, eagerness, and desire, but I also noted her desire to please me. Meg took a deep breath; then she uncorked gas, long and loud in a healthy raspberry buzz. She relaxed as it rolled out, and her eyes widened before it finished. The stink of it hung behind her. While I noticed it, I had at least somewhat grown accustomed to odors people generally think of as bad. Meg suddenly put her lips near my right ear. "So naughty...but naughty is good," she muttered. I laughed into her broad belly. Now she tensed a little and worked her abdominal muscles, starting the push to get her load of poop out. I focused my attention between her legs, waiting to see her gift as it emerged. I heard a crackle as it made its way slowly out. Meg took another breath and pushed carefully again. The length of her turd increased, dropping to touch my lap. Again she took a deep breath and pushed. The dense, soft, light-colored mass curled and continued to grow. With Meg's lips in my ear, she said sternly, "You're in for it now, Joe. This is for you." The balance of the turd dropped into my lap. "Take it, Joe, courtesy of my ass. A huge, stinking log. Enjoy." Suddenly, her demeanor softened. "God, Mommy like," she whispered, her lips working wetly on my right cheek. Shortly, she stepped back, making her way to the cabinet under the sink. Out came the latex gloves like we had used at Amanda's during our first encounter. While she put them on, I took stock of what rested in my lap. First, heat. Then the prominent smell of rotten eggs. Third, density and weight and a look of softness. Then light color and length, a foot or more. Finally, it had kind of looped over on itself as the end of it hit my lap. Meg was talented; she had even shit big the first time we'd been in the bathroom together at Amanda's. She obviously hadn't lost her touch. Meg also grabbed a ragged-looking towel. This went on the floor directly in front of me. Gingerly, she worked the fingers of each hand under the log of shit and carefully lifted it, squatting to place it on the towel. Now I could move, without worrying about a mess, and I stood and stepped carefully away from the toilet and towel. Lifting the ends of the towel, Meg tipped her dump into the toilet with a moderate splash. She wiped thoroughly, dropped the TP, and flushed after closing the lid and carefully disposing of her gloves. I unfastened my shorts and left them on the used towel. Meg folded them together and moved them aside. My erection stood tall, and I felt it throbbing as I had experienced Meg's delivery effort in real-time and now stood replaying the actions in my head. After allowing her to use the sink to wash her hands, I did the same. Meg gestured to the shower/tub unit tucked on the far wall. I stepped in and she followed. "You better sit down and sprawl out. I'm not done. I gotta pee," Meg informed me. I did as I was told. My stiffened dick now rested against my belly. Meg put her feet to either side of me again and carefully got to her knees and straddled across my pelvis. I supposed she was going to soak my groin with her watersports. Without further delay, a short squirt hit my hard penis. I felt warmth, and then I felt it running in multiple directions. Meg relaxed further, and her stream started again and built fast into a hard stream that splashed my cock and ran down the insides of my thighs. Sighing deeply as she emptied and found relief, the strong stream continued and I felt the urge to come building inside me. Meg must have read my mind. With her stream still strong but starting to subside, she admonished, "Don't you come, Joe. Save it until I'm done." She finished her piss and regained her feet. I sat there, thoroughly wetted down due to Meg's very worthy effort. Shortly I stood. Meg turned on the shower and sprayed my entire groin and upper thighs with the water. She wrapped a hand over my dick and rubbed it. She wet the rest of me, soaped me, rinsed me and washed my hair. When she finished, she worked on my standard equipment again. Placing my hand on her shoulder and the other around her waist, she turned away from me as both of us remained standing. She backed her ample ass into my cock, and gently started grinding. I dropped my hand off her shoulder and to her waist. Holding with a moderate squeeze, I registered the pressure of her large cheek surrounding my dick. The heat and the rubbing motion. Unwilling to control myself any longer, I inhaled and groaned as I finally released my love fluid. It was a strong shot, leaving a section of her butt cheek slimy, as well as a portion of my penis. I stood leaning on her and breathing hard, my dick pulsing after the work. "You slimed my ass," Meg said. "Soap your dick again, then wet me down and soap me. Special effort to take care of my duff." I obliged, wetting her thoroughly, except for her hair. I soaped and lathered her entire body, shoulders to toes, front and back. I lathered her backside thoroughly, rubbing the soap around for an extended period of time, then rinsed it and the rest of her. She washed her hair, insisting that I stand and cuddle while she did. I played with her ample headlights a little while she rinsed. Finished, both of us stepped out and dried, rinsing the tub as well. We wandered back into the main basement and dressed before returning to the main floor. It was about five p.m., time to begin thinking about dinner. Valerie was parked in a recliner, and we began throwing ideas around and settled on omelettes with sausage, ham, green peppers, and cheddar cheese. Milk and fruit were added, and we went to a bakery a couple blocks down for a box of assorted donuts. We walked back and did dishes. As we were ready to sit down and enjoy a donut with the comedy movie we had rented earlier, Meg's cell phone chimed. Text message, I guessed. "That's Amanda. She wants to make a stop here tomorrow night," Meg said. "Fine with me," I answered. Meg's fingers keyed a reply and sent it. "She'll probably get here a couple hours before bedtime, maybe while we watch the other movie," she speculated. The movie for tonight went in and we enjoyed a donut each. Meg parked me in her lap, nestling her legs around mine and looping her hands around my middle. She leaned in with her chin on my shoulder. I rested my hands over hers, and enjoyed the feel of Meg's closeness. We all allowed the movie to draw us in and entertain us, and I noticed Val glance covertly in our direction a few times. I also caught a sly smile playing on her lips. The movie ran through, and while I am generally not a comedy person, I was amused at various points. As things wound down and we got ready to call it a night, we tended to tooth care before bed and Val was the first of us to crash. Meg and I wandered into her room together. The Reunion Finished, Meg rinsed my face with water so I could see. I moved ahead and stood up carefully. "You want a pee facial?" I asked. Right on the spot, she knelt in front of me. I forced my hard-on to relax a little and took aim at her short, curly sand-colored hair, steadying myself with a hand on one of her shoulders. Relaxing, I pissed into her hair, my stream strong and drenching. Anticipating, Meg tilted her head down so I could soak the back; I lifted the curls off her neck and wet them down. Meg tipped her head so was looking up slightly. I peed directly at her forehead, and then, as my stream was just starting to subside, she wrapped a hand around my cock and opened her mouth. I directed my dick there, and gave her what I could until I was empty. Festivities over, we washed our hair and scrubbed thoroughly but quickly. As we stepped out and dried off, I fondled Meg's ass, then knelt and tenderly kissed her bladder and worked all over her pussy. She leaned toward me and sighed, enjoying the attention. As I stood again, one of Meg's hands stroked and rubbed and gently tugged my penis. I knew from past experience that her hands could work magic on a man's dick, and she gave amazing blowjobs. She no doubt had a fair amount of practice, but she was not formerly employed as a hooker or call girl. In part, fondling a man with lips and hands came somewhat naturally to her. We dressed and returned to the main floor of the house. Valerie was not in the living room or the spare bedroom; likely out getting some air. Between pool and kinky activities, two hours had passed and we were a half hour or an hour from lunch. We settled in front of the TV and found a worthwhile movie as we sat comfortably close. Meg wrapped both arms around my torso, and pulled me toward her. We decided to take lunch around 12:30. After we had fixed sandwiches and fruit and a little junk food, we sat for the second half of the movie. When it was done, Meg sprawled out on the couch and arranged me so my head rested below her headlights. Her hands played through my hair and caressed my face. I shifted myself up and she engaged in tender kissing and exploring my mouth with her tongue. When she shifted her lips to my neck, I followed suit. I wrapped my arms gently around her and enjoyed the feel of her closeness. We whiled away another hour raining tenderness and affection on one another. We ended up journeying to her bedroom. As we settled in the bed, Meg got a text from Amanda, who was on her way. "Well, I gotta take a shit, but I'll hold it, because I want Amanda to watch," Meg said. She assured me she'd be fine until Amanda got here. Twice as we lay there waiting, and just before Meg told Amanda to come in after getting another text that she had arrived, Meg pointed her ass in my direction, put it on full display, and rolled strong gas toward my face. It was pungent; Meg sat and pulled me close to lean over her shoulder. She nuzzled my neck and encouraged me to take deep breaths. "I love passing gas with the right person around," she said. There was a knock on the bedroom door and it opened a crack as Amanda took a look around before Meg invited her in. She entered. Meg got off the bed and greeted her with a hug. Then she turned and drew the linens down on the bed. She left the room and returned in a few minutes with a huge towel and a roll of toilet paper. "What are you going to do?" I asked bluntly, though I could have made a good guess at that point. "This towel is going over the bed sheets. You get to lie down, on your back. Then I'm going to take a dump on you, and Amanda gets to watch. If she has to go, she's welcome to. I'm not going to pee, because then I gotta wash the sheets. Then we get to shower again. I've kinda wanted to take a dump in the bed, I thought it might be a bigger turn-on," Meg finished. The towel was spread over a big portion of the bed. I laid out carefully on my back. Gently, Meg straddled me, balanced on her knees. Her very large buttocks were pointed toward my face, with her anus just above my belly. "It's no fun if you can't watch," Meg said. Amanda knelt on the floor near the head of the bed, leaning over to rest her head at the top of my chest. With a long, loud hiss, Meg released more gas, and I noted an earthy smell. Meg bent at the waist. Without further ado, she started to push. Her anus exposed itself and shortly a brown mass swelled into it. It smelled immediately and strongly of sulfur. While watching the show, I enjoyed the view of her broad ass and her moderately tanned lower back. I listened to Meg taking a deep breath. With another careful push, her shit dropped just a little to touch the top of my belly. Meg took a little time to relax. When she was ready, her last push was a long one. With the load resting on my skin, the rest of it slid along my torso. It slid out of her, and just seemed to keep growing. It was warm and soft and dark. Meg finished and carefully disengaged herself. She slid off the bed and found the TP roll. She wiped thoroughly and placed the used paper on the towel. Another strong hard-on had started for me as Meg straddled me to begin her favorite process. I simply loved her size and the way her legs and her feet rested against me once she found a desired position. As soon as her turd touched my bare skin, I was fully hard. When the final push started and her warm load was literally being pushed along on my body, my member was throbbing. What I saw on my body was decidedly impressive. Meg's log was at least a foot long, maybe a couple inches beyond that. The diameter was healthy, and a certain weighty feeling was present as her gift sat there for me to admire. The sulfurous odor was pretty intense, but I had the scent of Amanda's skin and hair near my nose too. Amanda sat up and said, "I'll take care of the disposal, Meg. I think you should do more with him." "I think you're right. Bring the mouthwash and something to spit in when you come back." "You got it." Amanda, bravely, stood, reached over bare-handed, and removed Meg's load and the toilet paper from where it rested. I'd never seen her do that. Meg opened the door and Amanda went through and disappeared. Meg returned to the bed and this time gently settled herself across my lower legs. Watching the activity after the main attraction had kept me hard. Meg took hold of my cock and began stroking gently. Then she leaned over, and her mouth engulfed the tip of my penis. Fuck, I was going to get another world-class blowjob. I'd had two from Meg during our first encounter several months ago. She massaged the tip with her lips, then got it good and wet with her tongue. Her lips worked further away from the tip, and she thoroughly licked the shaft with her tongue. This stopped and she sucked gently for about a minute. At this point Amanda returned mouthwash and a small glass in hand. Meg worked back up toward the tip of my dick and repeated the sucking routine. Then she got the entire length wet. With her lips pretty much at the midpoint of my length, she sucked gently again for several seconds. She licked me briefly again, then proceeded to suck as hard as she dared while preventing my discomfort. Her lips and mouth worked a strong rhythm. Giving in, I panted, struggling not to shoot in her mouth just yet. One of my hands was buried in her curly chin-length hair. I moaned and let my other hand cup her face. Letting her work for another half minute, control finally evaporated. With my cock at the front of her throat, I powered my love fluid into Meg's mouth. The shot seemed to last forever, and as it tapered off, Meg licked again and I fired more into her. Then it was over and I slumped and continued to watch her. Her throat muscles worked to swallow my deposit. She succeeded and worked her tongue around in her mouth. She finished and uncapped the mouthwash and poured, knocking it back. She swished for a good two minutes and spat. Amanda returned the materials to the bath, and there came the sound of the house door opening. Valerie was returning. I looked at Meg and asked if she was done, seeking to take a shower. She allowed it, and said she was going to start dinner. Two-hour chili in the crock pot. So I let her and tended to my shower. I was stepping back into my boxers when Meg reappeared after getting the food on track. I settled back on the bed, and she settled herself carefully atop me. She had her head up near my left shoulder, and one of my hands played with her hair. I suddenly felt her shaking gently, then heard a long sniffle and a long exhale. She was crying? Well, damn. I draped my other arm over her back and held her, and spoke quietly. As I started to form the obvious question, Amanda appeared in the doorway. I motioned her in. It didn't take her long to figure that Meg was crying. Amanda looked at me with raised eyebrows. I lifted my arms in an "I don't know" gesture. I finally spoke softly to Meg, asking what the problem was. I pulled tissues from a box on the nightstand near the bed. Meg wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Then she answered my question. "Nothing's wrong. You didn't do anything to make me cry. I'm pretty kinky, and having you around to get kinky with is very satisfying and I really, really enjoy it. So I guess my desire to have you here made me cry because I'm enjoying things. I'm not the jealous type, but I swear, if I could get away with it, I'd have you with me three times a week, every week, till I got over my kink or old and ugly. I'd piss and take dumps to my heart's content, letting you have as much as you could handle and I chose to give. "Maybe you could call it greedy, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of working you over, Joe. During that first week, from the first shower together, the ass worship and being on the toilet together, I couldn't wait to have another opportunity with you. I'll probably want more with you till I'm old and ugly, like I said," Meg concluded. I thought for a minute. "Well, apparently, for the time being, Amanda doesn't mind sharing. Our relationship is not conventional love. There is some, and we are attracted and affectionate with each other, but we are more into sheer kinky desire at this point," I replied. With a smile, she departed the room and said she needed to check and stir the chili. This left Amanda and I in the room. She said, "I think Meg is experiencing heavy-duty puppy love. She's in love with the person you are, and the fact that you are very tolerant of her bathroom intimacy fetish really has gotten to her heart. She probably has more affection for you than I do, and I certainly have a fair amount. I wouldn't want you not to be a part of my life. "And I know how Meg is. She wouldn't steal you. She is absolutely ecstatic with the fact that she can share her piss and shit fetish with a person who understands. As far as I know, she prefers men and has no lesbian tendencies. She and I have never attempted to satisfy each other in that respect because we've had overwhelming urges to act on said fetish," Amanda finished. At this point she came toward me and wrapped her arms around me. "I would like a little affection, though," she said. Lately we'd been kissing and having meals together and such, but we'd not had or made time for just us where we got truly affectionate and passionate with one another. Now, as our lips met, Amanda applied her trademark kissing style, which had made me want to melt from my first experience with it. She still had it. Our lips connected gently, and she thoroughly massaged my mouth with hers, inside and out. She sucked and tugged gently on my lips with hers. She parted the contact very briefly at times to breathe. Her hands found and squeezed and gently slapped my ass. I unashamedly fondled her prominent, jutting ass cheeks. The kissing dragged out to a few minutes, even after Meg re-entered the room. At last we stopped and Amanda gave me a long, lingering hug and let me park myself back on the bed. The chili cooked another half hour and we dished up and sat down with bagels and fruit on the side. Meg had two moderate helpings, and the rest of us were content with one. We tended to the cleanup and sat down to the action movie, which was not so hard-core that a woman wouldn't enjoy it. In fact, it was Transporter 3 with Jason Statham, and all of the ladies liked him as an actor, and the movie character, Frank Martin. When the movie concluded, Amanda made ready to depart. Meg informed her of our half-day plans for tomorrow and Amanda requested via text to her boss to work a half-day and join us for lunch. As hard as the three of us worked within our respective companies, rarely requesting vacation or personal days or sick leave, our superiors were happy to grant our occasional requests. So we would meet here for lunch tomorrow by one p.m. Amanda and Val shared a fond farewell, as Val was leaving early Monday morning for the drive home and returning to work on Tuesday. With that, the house was secured and we three bedded down. Meg cuddled me especially close, and I gently groped and squeezed her buttocks before we fell asleep. The Reunion "I am always looking for meaningful one night stands." -Dudley Moore "You almost ready to leave babe?" The gentle breeze through the open window billowed through the soft white curtains and grazed against Ashley Lafayette's long, wavy chestnut hair as she hurriedly searched through her closet to find the right clothes to wear for the weekend. Every time they went away she found herself in this same position. "Just a few more minutes honey. Sorry!" she called down from their bedroom. Ashley had moved in with Mark four months earlier and it had been perfect. They'd been dating for 3 years and while they agreed on most things the few things that they disagreed on, she could usually convince him of eventually. He loved her absolutely, she was sure of that, and she felt the same way about him. He'd even moved most of his clothes out of the main bedroom closet so that she could have it to herself. He had to be the greatest boyfriend in the world, she thought. Ashley quickly grabbed a few pieces of clothing that she knew Mark loved and threw them in the suitcase. And turning around she gave herself one final check in the mirror. The dark skinny jeans she wore, fitted snugly against her strong tight legs and gave her butt that hot, bubbly roundness that Mark loved. Her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, which highlighted her large almond-shaped green eyes. She'd also chosen to wear her Red Sox t-shirt, the faded one with the deep v-neck, as it allowed her to display her tight waist and toned arms, but most importantly showed off her big 34E chest without seeming like that was what she intended it to do. Ashley liked using her breasts to get her way with men, and even though Mark was almost always the perfect boyfriend, there were a few instances where she needed to employ the use of a different kind of persuasion. Her huge rack always did the trick. With that thought in mind she quickly opened her underwear drawer and grabbed her favorite bra and underwear set. The black ones with the sheer, almost see through fabric. The bra left almost nothing to the imagination...almost. And her boobs looked amazing in it. She could pretty much get Mark to do anything when she wore this, but she also loved how he looked at her whenever she had it on. Like she was his sex goddess; his nasty, hot, porn queen. His slut. Between this underwear and the dark red dress she'd brought she'd definitely be rocking his world tonight. Grabbing the suitcase and rushing down the stairs Ashley found Mark standing in front of the door, his suitcase next to him and a knowing smile on his face. "We're gonna be late baby." "Sorry honey. I just want to look perfect for you this weekend," she said cozying up to her good looking boyfriend. "You do realize that you look great in everything you put on right?" "But this weekend is gonna be special," she said giving him a kiss on the lips. "How often do you get to go to a reunion?" Ashley pressed her chest against Mark allowing the supple tenderness of her breasts to mold to his body. Mark kissed her more deeply and reached around behind her to grab her ass, nestling his hand just next to her already damp pussy. He could feel how hot she was already. "I don't think I've ever seen you look better," he said, reaching up with his other hand to squeeze her big tit. Mark was not only her fantastic, loving, thoughtful boyfriend of three years, but he was also a catch. He had black hair that he kept short and gelled, he always smelled great, which was a huge turn on for Ashley, and even though he wasn't the biggest or strongest guy he was definitely the most thoughtful which meant so much more to Ashley than muscles. "Mmmmm," Ashley said excitedly, but pulling away, "easy there big boy, get me too excited and we'll never get out of here. "I can think of worse ways to spend a weekend." "I can too, but we already paid for the hotel and I'm looking forward to seeing how fat and bald everyone is." Ashley and Mark had both gone to Westville High School ten years earlier, and while they had known each other in passing, (he was a senior when she was a sophomore) they hadn't started dating until after college when they reconnected through some mutual friends. This weekend was Mark's ten-year high school reunion, but, unlike many of the couples going, they'd both be able to enjoy themselves as they'd both graduated from WHS. "Come on," Mark whispered into her ear, which always sent tingles down her spine, "just a little preview..." "Mmmmm..." Ashley moaned as he sucked on her earlobe and he reached under her bra to cup her massive tit. Ashley's hands instinctively moved down to his waist, unbuckling his belt as his pants fell, and reaching inside his boxers, her cool hands wrapping around his solid cock she said, "Is that what you want baby? Hmmm? You want me to play with your cock?" Mark loved when she talked dirty. "Yeah – fuck." "Mmmmm, I love your dick baby," she moaned into his neck as her hand continued to gently jerk at Mark's dick. He wasn't huge, maybe 6 inches, but Ashley didn't need anything more. What she needed was a boyfriend who loved her, and who cared for her, and Mark was both of those things. "UnNNNGggHHH," Mark groaned as Ashley felt the warm sticky droplets of cum in her hand. She softly massaged his softening dick while he came down from his orgasm, still playing with her breast, and then finally removing her hand she smiled at him. "You like that baby?" "Fuck yeah. That was great honey." "Maybe when we get to the hotel we can finish what we started," she said, flirtatiously moving her hips as she walked to the bathroom to wash her hands. Mark pulled up his pants, smiling at his hot girlfriend. "We should really get going though Ash if we don't wanna be late." "I'll be there in a second," she called from their bathroom, "I'm just washing your cum off me!" He loved when she talked dirty. ------------------------------------------- The Westville High School reunion that year had been organized as a kind of weekend vacation. All of the alumni would arrive at The Grand Hotel which was nicely situated right on the beach only a couple hours drive from Westville proper. And as Ashley and Mark drove along the water she found herself looking forward to a weekend away from regular life into a surreal time warp back to high school. While Mark had been captain of the lacrosse team in high school with more friends than he'd known what to do with, Ashley had been more of the brooding artist. She'd spent most of her time in the studio with her paintbrush and canvas, and it wasn't until college that she had become more social. She was looking forward to turning some heads this weekend. Pulling up in front of the hotel Ashley stepped out of the car to see a banner above the doorway that said 'Welcome WHS Class of 2003.' As they unpacked the car and walked into the lobby she saw a few faces that she thought she recognized, but wasn't completely sure. While Mark checked them in she surveyed the room and trying to find someone she remembered. High school felt like a million years ago, she barely remembered anyone, but suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder and turning around she recognized the jubilant, glowing face of her old friend Mandy Rhines. Pregnant. "I was wondering if I'd see you here darlin!" Mandy said giving Ashley a hug. Mandy was in Mark's class at WHS, but she and Ashley had been friends mostly because neither of them found much enjoyment in shop class, and Mandy would often convince Ashley to ditch with her so they could talk and relax under the bleachers. At 5'2" Mandy was petite, but she was a ball of pure energy and perky as the day was long. Her blonde hair was loose around her face with sweet bangs that framed her cherubic features; Mandy was as cute as she'd been in high school and just as perky ten years later. Hugging Mandy over her extended belly Ashley pulled back to look at her friend. "Mandy! Oh my god. You're-" "A whale." "No, beautiful and very pregnant." "Yes ma'am. I'd introduce the man who did this horrible thing to me, but he's on a business trip to Detroit. I said, 'you go to Detroit honey, I'll be in paradise with your unborn child'." Ashley laughed. "But look at you darlin!" Mandy twirled her around. "You look great. Better than great. If I was a man I'd take you right here. I mean, are those things real?" she said pointing at Ashley's chest. "As real as I am," she said a little embarrassed. Ashley hadn't 'filled out' completely until after Mandy had graduated and even then she would wear baggy sweatshirts to hide what she thought back then were breasts that were too big. After graduating she realized the true asset of her assets. "Well done," Mandy said giving her a wink. "Honey, so good to see you. I'm gonna go check in and lie down, my feet are killing me, but you'll be at the dance tonight right? "Wouldn't miss it," Ashley said smiling brightly, "See you there." And turning around she walked back over to where Mark had reunited with some of his lacrosse buddies and was also making plans for that evening. Mark introduced her to some of his old friends who almost unanimously shook her hand while staring at her chest. They moved off and Mark turned back to Ashley. "Crazy, right?" "Yeah," Ashley said smiling and looking around the lobby at people she'd known, but like in a dream she'd had years earlier. "I think we'll have fun this weekend though. It'll be strange, but as long as you stick close to me we'll have fun." "Don't worry baby, "Mark smiled, "one of the main reasons I wanted to come here was to show you off." Ashley laughed. "You ready to go up?" he said giving her a peck on the cheek. "Absolutely," she said grabbing her suitcase and following him to the elevator. Walking down the hallway of the fourteenth floor, the couple laughed about what this weekend might entail. The idea of seeing all of these people that they hadn't seen in almost a decade was exciting. Ashley hadn't even thought about almost anyone from high school in years and now to be spending an entire weekend with many of them was wild. "Here we go," Mark said in front of room 1411. And slipping the key card into the lock he opened the door. Just before entering behind him Ashley saw the door to room 1413 open and a handsome guy with light brown hair walked into the hallway. They made brief eye contact, his eyes looking at her with what she thought to be shock or amusement for that split second, before he turned to walk towards the elevators. Ashley watched him go for a moment and then walked in the room. It was perfect. She pulled back the thick, heavy curtains to reveal a beautiful view of azure ocean and white beaches. People were playing tennis on the courts and swimming in the pool while others swam in the ocean and played volleyball on the beach. It was paradise. Ashley turned around smiling widely and surveying the room. A thick carpet surrounded a big king sized bed. Ashley jumped on it and sprawled over the bed covers luxuriously. "Wanna have some fun?" she said looking at Mark with a smile. "I'd love to baby, but I told some of the guys I'd meet them at the bar to catch up before tonight. Is that ok?" "Mark!" "What? It'll just be for an hour, and it'll give you time to check out the hotel. I'll meet you back here and we'll go down to the beach." "Fine, fine," Ashley said disappointed. And then just to get even for him abandoning her she said, "I waaaas going to give you a long, hot, vacation-style blowjob, but I guess you'd rather not." "Aw come on! You can't do that!" The look on Mark's face, a combination of disappointed and extremely horny, made her laugh out loud. "Don't worry baby. I'll take care of you later. Go have fun with your friends." "What're you gonna do?" "I'll probably just head to the pool," she said. "Okay, well, I'll give you a call when we're done. Love you," he said leaving the room. Ten minutes into their trip and already Mark was taking off on her. Maybe she should go find Mandy, but then Ashley remembered her old friend was very pregnant and probably had a tough time moving around these days. She grabbed a magazine and her sunglasses and decided to head out towards the pool. Ashley walked down the hallway and took the elevator to the ground floor. Upon exiting she made her way outside to the outdoor pool area only to find that it was a complete nightmare, children screaming and parents yelling and just the intensity of the noise was enough to drive a person crazy. Not to mention every single lounge chair had been taken. The reunion must have had the hotel packed to capacity. Not really a pleasant, relaxing scene at all. Re-entering the hotel she saw signs for an indoor pool area and thinking that it couldn't be worse than the zoo outside, she thought she'd give it a try. Ashley followed the signs and walking through a changing room/sauna area, she opened a swinging door to find herself at the indoor pool. A skylight gave the pool a nice outdoor feel and she happily chose one of the many empty lounge chairs to read her magazine and relax. About ten minutes later Ashley gazed up from her magazine to glance around. The pool area was still pretty much empty. The only people were a middle aged couple laughing and playing a game of chess on a couple of the lounge chairs and a guy swimming laps in the pool. She watched as he reached the end of the pool and got out of the water. His strong back and thick arms on display as he pulled himself out. He removed his goggles and she saw that it was the guy she had run into outside the hotel room, the guy who was staying next door to her and Mark. Subtly glancing at him from behind her magazine she noticed that he was good looking. Very good looking. His perfectly defined muscles glistened in the glow coming through skylight. She stared at him as he started walking towards her, his body dripping in his black swim trunks. Ashley quickly started reading her magazine as he walked right up next to her and grabbed the towel on the lounge adjacent to hers. She pretended to read as he wiped himself dry, but casually glancing over at him she saw that he was staring at her with a smirk on his face. "Hi," he said. "Hello," said Ashley going back to reading her magazine. A few seconds later she glanced back over and saw that he was still looking at her. "Can I help you?" she asked. "You come here often?" "Wow. Nice line," she said rolling her eyes. He laughed and sat down. "I was just wondering why you weren't outside with the rest of the world." "Well. Not that it's your business, but the rest of the world was loud and...not quiet. I wanted some place quiet," she said, emphasizing the last word. He still had that smirk on his face. Not quite a shit-eating grin, but not far from it. "I'll stop bothering you," he said and turned to lie down on the chair, closing his eyes. Ashley pretended to read her magazine, but all she was actually thinking about was this strange good looking guy lying next to her. She glanced over at him. Why had she decided to sit down here? The whole pool was available, but she ends up sitting next to some strange... annoying... good looking guy. Really good looking. She scanned his strong arms, chest, chiseled features and – "I can feel you looking at me," he said. "I wasn't," she blurted out, "I was reading. Don't flatter yourself." "I'm not. But I would be...very flattered," he said looking over at her. "Especially if that flattery were coming from such a beautiful girl." Ashley couldn't help but feel the color rise to her cheeks as she blushed at his compliment. "It wasn't...I mean...I wasn't...flattering you. So. Don't get flattered!" He laughed and smiled at her. His teeth gleaming like a predatory animal. "I won't." "What's that supposed to mean?" Ashley asked, more than a little offended though she didn't know why. "Nothing," he replied, leaning back on the lounge and closing his eyes again. "Just that it's ridiculous to think that someone as sexy as you would be flattering me." Ashley was appalled at the cockiness of this guy. He hadn't actually done anything wrong, and now that she thought about it, he hadn't actually done anything at all, but she still was appalled. She was flustered. She was NEVER flustered; she was the flusterER not the flusterEE. Ashley looked over at this guy who seemed to be perfectly content to just lie there next to her and not say anything, and she found herself getting more and more tense as if just sitting next to him, just being in his general cocky proximity was somehow exasperating. "Well I wasn't. Flattering. You'd know if I was," she said trying to dull his smugness. He looked at her and grinned again. "Yeah? What would you say?" "About what?" "If you WERE flattering me. What would say?" You're hot. You're insanely hot. You're the finest specimen of masculinity I've ever seen. "Nothing." And without removing the grin from his face he settled back into his chair and closed his eyes. Ashley grabbed her magazine and her glasses and walked out of the pool area in a huff. Why was she so annoyed at that guy? Because he'd said hello? Because he'd flustered her? Because he'd said she was sexy? She could still picture that arrogant smile. UGH!! She walked back to the hotel room and heatedly began to unpack her suitcase. Mark was no where to be found and she decided that the best thing she could possibly do before the stress of the reunion was to take a nap and try to sleep off any issues she had at the moment. And pulling off her jeans Ashley pulled back the comforter on the bed and climbed in. The soft, cool sheets felt comforting on her overheated body and she quickly dozed off. ...Ashley's dreams were turbulent and restless. She found herself being chased by a snarling, evil witchdoctor who wanted to eat her alive. She was climbing a mountain, higher and higher, but the witchdoctor was gaining on her steadily, his hands clawing at the back of her heels, until finally, just before he was about to grab her she was saved by a Tarzan figure in a loincloth who swept her away on a long vine. Swinging away to safety she turned to see who her hero was and instantly she recognized the face of the guy by the pool. Quickly she tried to pull herself away from him, but instead of pulling away, her body began to do something strange. Without her approval her body began to pull him closer. It was holding him and touching him. Her mouth was kissing his and her arms were wrapped around him, clawing at his back as his hands held her breasts and she moaned over and over while he fucked her harder and harder and harder, calling her name, "Ash! Ashley! Yes! Ashley" "Ashley! Ash! Hey baby!" Ashley opened her eyes to find her boyfriend Mark kneeling over her and gently shaking her. "Wh- what happened?" she asked, blinking her eyes open. "You must've fallen asleep baby. I thought I should wake you 'cause it's almost time for the reunion to start. I thought you'd wanna get ready." How long had she been asleep? She looked at the clock radio and it said 6 o'clock. Three hours! She sat up and saw that Mark was already dressed for the reunion in a dark blue suit. Ashley also realized after sitting up that her flushed skin was tingling and her pussy was wet. What had she been dreaming about? She couldn't remember. Something to do with witches? Good looking witches? Ashley got ready while Mark watched a basketball game on TV. Her body was still tingling as she took a shower, and although she desperately needed to relieve the sexual tension, she decided against asking Mark to join her for a quickie as they were in a rush. The Reunion She quickly applied her makeup and got dressed. The dark red dress she wore was perfect for tonight. Sexy without being slutty it came up to just above her knee showing the perfect amount of her shapely legs, and the neckline draped just below the top of her 34E chest giving her just enough cleavage to display the goods without giving away the farm. She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, and the combination of the dress and the high black leather boots she slipped on gave her a badass quality that she loved. Ashley and Mark left their room and took the elevator down to the ground floor of the hotel. Ashley felt confident and sexy. Why she'd gotten thrown off by the guy at the pool, she had no idea. Tonight was going to be fun. As she walked across the lobby holding Mark's hand, a few random strangers stared at her and she gave them a little show, swaying her hips sexily and giving some bounce to her step allowing for just a little bit of jiggle to her voluptuous breasts. The reunion was being held in the grand ballroom and as Ashley and Mark walked up to the entrance they saw a table with a large collection of nametags on it. Searching for their respective names and finding them they walked into the ballroom. The room had been decorated in the school's colors of blue and white (Go Bluecats!), and from what she could tell, the majority of Mark's class had attended. She spotted Paul Delane, the valedictorian, looking the same as he did in high school, but balder. Jeremy Francis, the Varsity quarterback, had gotten fat and was apparently already drunk as Ashley watched him stumbling around the dance floor with, what she assumed to be his wife stumbling after him, trying to get him to sit down. Matty Bontaites, the chess club captain, Mathlete and all around nerdy genius had actually grown into a pretty good looking guy if you discounted the gaudy designer suit he wore. He was talking to a few other Mathlete, chess club types. Apparently she and Mark had been placed at Matty's table, and as they walked up Mark whispered to her, "Looks like we got stuck at the freak table." Ashley barely heard him as she recognized one of the guys standing around Matty. The guy from the pool. His lean muscles hidden beneath jeans and a sweater, which seemed strange as this was a semi-formal event, but she had to admit that he looked better in that outfit than most of the other people there looked in their finest. As Ashley went to sit down at the table, Mark turned to her and said something about being right back as he dashed off to talk to some of his lacrosse friends. The guy from the pool glanced in her direction and she quickly looked away before she'd gotten a chance to see his nametag. He was doing it again. Flustering her. And just as she was about to stand up and walk away from him again, Mandy sat down next to her with a deep sigh. "Ugh. I'm gonna sign an eviction notice if this kid doesn't vacate the premises soon. You ok hon?" "Yeah," Ashley said, "Fine. Why?" "No reason, you just look a little flushed." "It's just hot in here," she said glancing over to where the guy had been just a second before, but he'd apparently moved off somewhere else. Ashley sat back, sipped her drink and listened to Mandy gossip about the other people around them. The night continued and Ashley spent most of her time either alone or chatting with Mandy, as Mark was reuniting with his high school friends and getting progressively drunker as the night wore on. Which didn't really bother her seeing as the alternative was for her to get even drunker than he was in order to survive being dragged into random, dull conversations with those lacrosse-playing alpha-male goons. Mandy was at the bar getting them more drinks when, from across the room Ashley saw her 'pool boy' as she had begun referring to him in her mind. She watched him talking to some of the other alumni, an Abercrombie model surrounded by Wal-mart shoppers. "He looks good, right?" Ashley turned to find Mandy standing next to her holding a drink out. Ashley played dumb. "Who?" "Who? Bobby Dorner. The guy you've been gawking at." "I haven't been gaw – wait...who?" "Bobby Dorner." "That guy?" Ashley said pointing directly at 'pool boy' who saw her pointing and smiled. "Yeah," Mandy laughed. "- is Bobby? Dorner?" "Yup," Mandy smirked, "Not bad right?" "He was...he was...Bobby was...No way!" Ashley quickly looked back over to where the Greek god was now staring at her. "There's no way that's Bobby Dorner. He was such a..." "Dork. The word you're looking for is dork." Ashley stared intently at him as he began walking towards them, and like pieces of a puzzle suddenly taking shape to form a complete picture she finally recognized him. "Oh my god," she mumbled. "Bobby Dorner." Bobby had been a nothing. Scrawny, lanky and nondescript. Not even lanky...he was a stick. And he had thick glasses and his hair was always a mess. He'd been one of those kids that nobody, not even Ashley who was nice to everyone, thought about. He was unremarkable. Unmemorable. The kid that, looking back through your yearbook, you would skip right over. She only really remembered him at all because he used to help her sometimes with her English homework. From the little she could remember he was a good writer and he'd been part of the school's newspaper or something. Bobby Dorner. The years had been kind to Bobby, she thought, as he stepped in front of her. Very kind. "Hi," he said. "Hello Bobby," Ashley said. He smiled. "So you figured it out?" "With a little help," Ashley said indicating Mandy. "Hi, Bobby," said Mandy. "Nice to see you Mandy," he said never taking his eyes off Ashley. A moment of awkwardness floated by as Mandy said, "I'm just gonna go see what kind of dessert might be coming out. Nice to see you." And crossing behind him Mandy gave an 'ohmygod' expression to Ashley who shook her head dismissively. "You look amazing," he said, and Ashley suddenly felt his eyes all over her even though they never left her gaze. Although he hadn't stared or even glanced at her chest, she became very aware of how much cleavage she was showing him, and she turned away to sit in her seat. Bobby followed suit and sat next to her while wearing the same cocky smirk he'd had at the pool. "You look...casual," she said indicating his outfit. "Oh yeah," he laughed, " I feel a little underdressed, but in my defense, I just got off a twenty two hour flight from China and I didn't have the energy to dress up." Ashley was taken aback. "China?" "Yeah." "Why were you in China?" "I'm writing an article about nuclear disarmament and the socio economic... Anyway I was just too out of it to wear anything fancy." "So you're a journalist?" she said trying to hide how impressed she was. "Yup. What about you? Modeling?" Ashley looked at him confused, "No I'm...oh..." she said, rolling her eyes. "Nice line." He smiled a wickedly flirtatious smile at her and she felt the same kind of tingles she'd had earlier when Mark had woken her from her dream. "Sorry about that, but you should know I'm actually playing this a lot smoother than I thought I would," Bobby said. "You were planning on flirting with me?" Ashley asked half joking. Bobby laughed. "No..." he said, with a hint of coyness, "...maybe..." "Oh my god, you were," she realized, feeling color rise to her cheeks. "How did you – how did you even know I'd even be here?" "I wasn't sure, but I knew you were dating Mark, and I thought if there was a chance of you showing up, you know...better to be prepared," he said with an equal amount of shyness and confidence. Suddenly the conversation had become more intense as Ashley felt Bobby's eyes burning through her. "A chance for...what?" she asked. Bobby didn't answer, but kept looking at her as if transferring his thoughts to her telepathically. Which he may have done somehow because Ashley suddenly began to picture some intensely vivid situations between the two of them. "You know I'm with Mark, right?" To Ashley it felt that he wasn't simply undressing her with his eyes like most men. His eyes were undressing her, and they were touching her and kissing her and groping her and fuc - Ashley took a deep breath causing her deep cleavage to swell, which didn't go unnoticed by Bobby. He smirked as he leaned in towards her, his stubbled cheek pressing gently against her face as his lips nearly touched her ear. Whispering softly he said, "I've wanted you for longer than he has." And with that he stood up in front of her and offered her his hand. "Would you like to dance?" Ashley felt herself placing her hand in his and watching as it closed around her fingers. Bobby led her onto the dance floor while the band played a reasonably upbeat song and they started to dance. Bobby was absolutely enthralled by Ashley. As he walked them onto the dance floor he thought back to high school, and how she'd been a quiet and shy sophomore. To most of the school she'd been a nice girl who did some painting, but to Bobby she was the most extraordinary thing he'd ever seen. He used to stare at her while he helped her with her homework, and he'd imagine that she was his, however unlikely that may have been. But now he knew how different he looked. After high school he'd started mountain climbing and his scrawny body quickly became toned and strong. Now, watching his high school crush dancing, however timidly, in front of him, he was determined to take advantage of the potential of the situation. Bobby moved well, Ashley thought as she saw him against the backdrop of the other people around them. She stayed a few feet away from him, dancing warily. She had no idea what the hell she was doing dancing with this guy who had just practically admitted how much he wanted her, even though she was in a relationship. Mark. She looked around the ballroom suddenly nervous where he might be, and if he was jealous that she was dancing with this other man. Then she spotted him, across the room surrounded by his friends who were almost as drunk as he was, all of them laughing hysterically and drunkenly carrying each other as they walked out of the ballroom. To a douchebag convention most likely, Ashley thought. She hadn't even spoken to him in almost two hours, and it looked she wouldn't be seeing him for the rest of the night. She could appreciate that he hadn't seen his old high school buddies in awhile, but to ditch her like this was inexcusable. Ashley turned back to Bobby who was now dancing a little closer to her and she began to loosen up a little, her body feeling the beat of the music as she started to sway and swerve. Bobby smiled seeing her relax a little and Ashley smiled back at him as she raised her arms above her head and moved sultrily, enjoying him watching her. When Bobby had first seen Ashley when she walked in the indoor pool he was amazed by how good she looked, but watching her dance in her red dress, the occasional flash of her bra strap tempting him to shift his gaze down to her massive breasts as they swelled against the fabric which constrained them, Bobby couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to hold them, lift them, caress them, her sweet, plump lips kissing him. His body began to respond to his thoughts and he quickly forced himself to think of something else to avoid an awkward situation. Ashley was starting to have fun dancing with Bobby. She'd caught him looking at her breasts, but the way she was dancing she would have been surprised if he hadn't stolen the occasional glance. Ashley was enjoying teasing him, tempting him, enticing him, when, without any warning, the night took a very definite change. She felt a pair of hands rest on her hips and smelled the unpleasant aroma of boozy, alcoholic breath. A set of indelicate hips began to grind into her from behind and thinking it was Mark she glanced over her shoulder expecting to have to carry her wasted boyfriend from the dance floor. But what she saw was Jeremy Francis, the drunken ex-quarterback lewdly bouncing her ass off his crotch as he attempted to dry hump her. "When did you get so fuckin hot baby?" he slurred into her ear. "Fuck off Jeremy," she said trying to extract herself from his grasp, but although he'd gotten fat, Jeremy was still much too strong for her to simply pull herself off. His sweaty cheek pressed against the back of her neck as he said, "Whenever you want sugar tits." And then he reached up and grabbed both of her breasts. Ashley barely had time to react before Bobby reached around her, grabbed Jeremy by his shirt and dragged him off. Bobby pushed Jeremy away sending him stumbling back into a crowd of onlookers. Standing up as straight as he could for a drunk, Jeremy stepped back into Bobby's face and bumped chests. "You wanna piece bro? You wanna fuckin piece?" he yelled into Bobby's face, droplets of spittle spurting from his mouth. "You're gonna want to step back," Bobby said calmly. "The fuck would I do that?" "Because," Bobby said, "if you don't I'm gonna have to break your nose." "Just try it, bitc –" But before Jeremy could finish he was on the floor holding his face, blood trickling through his fingers as he clutched his broken nose. His wife ran to him shouting curses at Bobby who had already started walking to Ashley. "Are you alright?" he asked, as the crowd dispersed in disappointment at the brevity of the entertainment. Ashley looked at Bobby astounded. She'd never had someone, anyone, ever stand up for her. Her heart was racing wildly as she looked into the eyes of this relative stranger who had just saved her...from a drunken letch, yes, but saved her nonetheless. She was speechless as she looked into his blue eyes, her heart beating wildly, but whether for fear or for exhilaration, she didn't know. Bobby Dorner had just saved her, and looking in his eyes she had the impulse, just for a second to kiss his lips in gratitude. Then she saw his hand. He was holding it, but she could see it already beginning to swell. "Oh my god, we need to find you a doctor," Ashley said desperately. "No it's nothing, it'll be fine." "It's not fine," she said, gently lifting it to see, "it's going to swell and it might be broken and –" Bobby bent his fingers to show her that it was not, in fact, broken. "Really, Ash I'm fine." "I've got an icepack!" she suddenly shouted at him. "What?" "In my room. It's in the minifridge. I have an icepack!" and pulling Bobby by his good hand she exited the ballroom. Despite trying to explain to her that he was alright, Bobby let Ashley take him across the lobby and into the elevator. She still held his injured hand delicately in hers while they rode the elevator up to the fourteenth floor. That simple contact was enough to set fireworks off in Bobby's mind. He glanced over at the beautiful brunette holding his hand, and marveled at just how attractive she was. He moved his fingers against hers and felt hers respond. Their digits dancing against eachother flirtatiously. Just innocent handholding, but something lingered behind it, something more dangerous. Ashley watched the numbers change in the elevator as she held Bobby's bruised hand. Neither of them had spoken the entire ride in the elevator, but something powerful was happening between them, their fingers moving against eachother, touching, sliding, until finally she almost couldn't take the tension and mercifully the elevator doors opened. Walking down the hall, still holding hands, they reached room 1411 and she slipped the key card in opening the door. Bobby followed behind her. Walking in and sitting on the bed Bobby watched Ashley in the glow of the bedside light as she went to find the icepack in the minifridge. The silence between them was filled with something that neither could control. As Ashley opened the minifridge to find the icepack, she was almost afraid to speak, she was unable to speak. The heavy beating of her heart the only sound she could hear. Grabbing the icepack and moving back to the bed she sat next to Bobby. Ashley gently placed it on his hand and held her own over it. The hand had already bruised a little and there was some swelling, but it wasn't bad. And as Ashley carefully held the pack in place, their hands touching again she felt wicked and wild sitting in her hotel room with a boy who wasn't her boyfriend. It was all innocent. She was just helping him with his hand. But neither of them had said a word in almost ten minutes. Looking at Bobby she watched him gently reach for a loose strand of hair and carefully slide it behind her ear. A simple action, but so intimate, something only her boyfriend should have done. She felt goosebumps on her skin and a deep throbbing inside her as she caressed his injured hand, his other hand lingering on her face a moment longer than a platonic touch would have allowed. Ashley looked up into Bobby's blue eyes and broke the silence. "What did you mean before? When you said you've wanted me for longer than Mark has?" Bobby met her eyes and without a hint of playfulness he replied, "I have. Much longer. I've wanted you since I first saw you." Tenderly, innocently placing his hand on her thigh. "Mark didn't even see you then. I saw you. I remember everything about you." His hand moved up and down, barely making contact with her leg, but that small contact was everything. "I thought about you constantly. I wanted you with every fiber of my being," Ashley's heart beat faster and faster. Conflicting thoughts about fidelity and attraction ran through her mind madly. "You wanted me that much?" Bobby leaned forward, his face only a few inches from hers, her breath deepening, her heart racing, as he said those fateful words, "I. Still. Do." And with excruciating tenderness he moved his mouth against hers and kissed Ashley softly on the lips. "Bobby..." she said, unclear, even to herself, whether she was telling him to keep going or telling him to stop, trying to extract herself, but at the same time kissing him back. "We can't...mmmmphh." His tongue flicked across her teeth teasingly daring her to open her mouth further. He tasted so good, his lips were soft and cool and no matter how much Ashley felt she had a duty to pull herself away, her desire to kiss him again was too strong. She opened her mouth to his tongue's insistence and moaned as she felt him kiss her passionately, heavily, his arms wrapping around her as they both slid off the bed and onto the thick carpet, never breaking their passionate kiss. "Bobby...wait," Ashley's eyes rolled back as he lay down next to her and then moving on top of her, he began to tenderly kiss and bite at her neck driving her wild. "I can't...what about...Mark?" She barely managed to squeak out, Bobby's hands moving to her legs, grasping her thighs, so close to the core of her burning lust. "Mark who?" he whispered, his tongue expertly licking and sucking her ear causing her to moan loudly. Ashley was being torn apart by the battle waged between her body and her mind. Her conscience and her desire. Bobby was everywhere; on her legs, her neck, grasping her hair, his tongue in her mouth. He grabbed her firm breasts and fondled her glorious body, Ashley moaning at the contact. Fucking hell he felt good. She felt herself grinding against him, dry humping him, desperate to get closer. Her body had won the battle and Ashley completely forgot why she'd been saying 'no' in the first place. Bobby moved down her body agonizingly slowly, Ashley breathlessly watching as he made his way down to her legs, and lifting one, began to kiss her calves just above the tops of her boots. His tongue teased her, moving up her leg to the bottom of her thigh, kissing nibbling at the tender skin playfully. He was driving her wild! The Reunion "Bobby – what are we doing – this is crazy," she said as his mouth, now at the top of her thigh, so close to her burning... "Bobby – oh god" his tongue licked around the delicate fabric of her underwear, moving slowly to place a tender kiss on her barely covered pussy, the wet, sheer fabric revealing how turned on she was despite her protestations. Bobby looked up at her, and with a naughty smirk he began pulling down her underwear revealing her soft, hairless pussy. "Bobby – please," she protested half heartedly as he pulled it off completely and threw her underwear to the side, moving back between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers. "– I have a boyAAAHHHH," she groaned, as his mouth made contact with the wet folds of her labia. Bobby began to gently make out with Ashley's pussy, his tongue licking delicately at her clit as he kissed and sucked softly. She had stopped trying to stop him, in fact she had stopped speaking altogether, the only sounds she made were whimpers of pleasure as he administered more pressure to her sensitive clit. Round and round his tongue went, in ever faster concentric circles until his mouth was a blur of movement. Ashley grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face deeper into her pussy as her hips pushed into him. Bobby loved it, he wanted to drown in her pussy, her sweet nectar the ultimate aphrodisiac for him, his tongue delving deeper and deeper inside her. Suddenly Ashley began to move jerkily, her hands grasping his hair even tighter as a long moan escaped her parted lips and she cried out in ecstasy. Bobby eagerly lapped at the juices her sweet pussy gave him, as the girl he'd always wanted came all over his face, his tongue still flicking over her distended clit. "YYYEEEEESSSSSS!!!" Ashley screamed. "Fuuuuccckk – OHHH – FUUUUUCK!!" Bobby continued to gently kiss her sweet, swollen pussy lips through her post orgasmic bliss, and wiping the excess juices with the back of his hand he slowly kissed his way back up her body. "That was..." she said breathlessly. Bobby kissed her neck softly until Ashley, coming out from her euphoria looked into his eyes with raw unbridled passion. She quickly rolled him over, and sitting up, her flushed body straddling him, a distinct bulge in his jeans pressing against her, Ashley felt overcome by her desire for this boy. "When we were in high school," she said with a new lustful intensity in her voice, "when you had a crush on me," her hips rocking gently as her pussy pressed into the growing bulge in his jeans. "When you watched me... what would you think about Bobby? Would you think about kissing me Bobby?" Her arms moved up as she dragged her fingers erotically through her long brown hair, "Your tongue in my mouth, your lips on my neck? Or was it something else?" She was dry humping him now, rubbing deeply against him, her arms moving down from her hair to cup the sides of her straining breasts. "Was it my big tits Bobby? When you thought about me were you playing with my big tits? Did you think about your hands squeezing my big tits Bobby?" she said rocking her hips back and forth, her aching pussy naked against his rough pants. "Did you think about me touching your cock Bobby?" Ashley leaned down and pressed her chest against his, as she started to kiss his jaw and then his neck, her tongue licking him, up to his earlobe where, in a lustful breath she asked, "Did you think about me sucking your cock?" "Yes," Bobby groaned hoarsely as he watched her move down his body to slowly, methodically, undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. "Well, Bobby Dorner," she said kissing just above his boxer briefs, "That's. Exactly. What. I'm. Going. To do." And with that she peeled his jeans and boxers down his body all at once. And throwing them aside Ashley moved back between his legs to the task at hand. But then... Ashley froze as if hypnotized. She looked up at Bobby and he gave her that same cocky grin he'd given her earlier. "Oh my...god," Ashley said, almost to herself. Bobby was lying on the carpet in front of her, completely naked with the most amazing, the most perfect specimen of a cock she had ever seen. At least 8 inches long, which was longer than most she'd seen, including Mark's, but what was truly impressive, what was staggeringly shocking actually was the girth. Bobby's cock was as thick as her forearm. Ashley leaned forward and delicately wrapped her hand around it causing Bobby to sigh audibly. She stared at her hand, which was dwarfed next to his massive penis. Her fingers came nowhere near to touching eachother. She stared in awe at his cock. "It's... huge." Bobby smirked as she slowly started jerking his cock. "All for you Ash." Ashley continued to move her hand up and down Bobby's girth, not even concentrating on pleasuring him, but simply marveling at what she had in her hand. "Did you have this in high school?" "Pretty sure I did. Would it have made a difference?" Without answering him Ashley looked up and licked her lips. Bobby watched as she positioned herself carefully between his legs, never taking her eyes from his huge dick, angling it towards her mouth. And placing her lips on the underside of his cockhead she kissed it once. The electricity that went through both of them at the contact between his cock and his voluptuous, cheating high school crush's mouth was incredible. Ashley puckered her lips and rubbed his cockhead against them slowly. And then looking up at him she opened her mouth and took him inside. "Ohhhhhh yes, aghhhh," he moaned as she tongued his cock slit tasting his precum and happily lapping it up. Ashley began to gently kiss and lick and suck on the impressively large head of Bobby's cock while he gasped and panted approvingly. Just the head of his cock nearly filled her mouth to capacity as Ashley marveled at the sheer weight of the manmeat she was playing with. Ashley loved giving head. Sucking cock was so dirty and exciting. It gave her so much power and she reveled in it. The feeling of a man squirming and moaning above her as she took him to places he'd only dreamed of turned her on almost as much as fucking. The first time she went down on Mark he'd only lasted a couple minutes in her talented mouth. She hoped Bobby would last longer. Ashley wanted to taste every inch of his glorious manhood. Pulling the head from her mouth she moved her lips slowly down Bobby's cock kissing and slurping tenderly. She lifted his legs and placed his cock against his stomach as she made her way down to his big, ripe testicles. They draped along the bottom of his cock and Ashley lifted one towards her mouth. At least twice the size of Mark's balls, which she could fit so easily in her mouth, Bobby's nuts were large. She kissed and licked at his heavy ballsack, moving her lips back and forth against the huge cum-producing orbs. Stretching her lips around one she strained to pull it inside her mouth, the sphere popping in finally. Her tongue softly danced around as she gave a light moan, the sound vibrating against his aching testicles, while she delicately jerked his cock. Bobby moaned above her. Ashley popped his balls out of her mouth and looked up at him, breathless and flushed. "You like that?" she asked knowing the answer as Bobby looked completely overwhelmed. "Fucking hell, your mouth feels amazing." Ashley smiled and slid her tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip causing a stream of precum to flow out. She quickly slurped it into her mouth. "Oh shit," Bobby moaned while watching her suck him off, "that's it Ash. Fuck, your so fucking good at sucking dick." "Mmmmm. Your big cock tastes so good," she said while kissing and licking around the sensitive head. "If I'd known you had this huge dick in high school I would've sucked your cock whenever you wanted. I love the feel of a thick cock in my mouth and yours is the thickest cock I've ever seen." Ashley dipped her head down farther, her mouth stretching over the thick head, inhaling three inches of his fat cock. "Ungh, yeah, eat that cock," groaned Bobby watching the voluptuous brunette suck and lick three inches of his solid meat. He reached down and placed his hand around one of her huge breasts over her red dress, feeling the weight and suppleness form to his hand, her nipples hardening at his touch. "Mmmmmppphhh," Ashley moaned around her mouthful of Bobby's dick. She was sliding up and down the top three inches, her hand twisting and squeezing the rest of his dick, sucking like she needed his cock to live. Her mouth stretched wide as she pushed another inch in feeling the thick head bump against the opening of her throat causing her gag slightly. Ashley was intoxicated with Bobby's massive cock, the thought of cheating on Mark had never occurred to her. She had been absolutely devoted to him, never checking out other guys or even fantasizing about the notion of being with someone else, but somehow she now found herself on her knees, bent over Bobby's body, and blowing, tonguing, licking, sucking and completely worshiping his fantastically thick penis. She groaned at the thought, reaching up to lightly massage his balls, her tongue dancing rhythmically around the hypersensitive underside of Bobby's corona. Just then, through the general wash of Bobby's groans and her own sucking, slurping and gagging Ashley heard something outside the room in the hallway. Dismissing it as the hotel staff or more likely some drunk alumni from the reunion, she continued to enthusiastically suck Bobby's engorged cock, but then she heard a key card being swiped into THEIR DOOR. "Dammit," a familiar voice mumbled as the sound of the card rejecting the attempted swipe was heard. With his dick still in her mouth Ashley glanced up at Bobby, who clearly hadn't heard a thing and was writhing and panting in his own ecstatic world. Positioned on the opposite side of the bed from the door Ashley and Bobby were completely hidden from view from anyone who might enter, but still... "Son of a..." the voice outside the door slurred, and this time Ashley was positive it was Mark. She looked at Bobby again and he'd apparently become aware of the situation and looked down at her with a 'what do we do?' expression on his face. Ashley brought her finger to her plump red lips and signaled for Bobby to be quiet just in time for the door to unlock and Mark to enter the room. Ashley and Bobby stayed completely frozen unable to move for fear that they would make a noise as Mark shuffled into the room. They could hear him, but neither was able to see him and likewise, he hopefully couldn't see them. Bobby looked down at Ashley who was positioned between his legs, still holding Bobby's thick glistening cock in her hand. They listened to Mark kick off his shoes and sit on the opposite side from them, the length of the big king sized bed the only thing separating her boyfriend of three years from witnessing Ashley pleasuring another man's cock. Ashley was obviously mortified at the situation. She was kneeling, in her underwear in front of another man's dick having just begun to suck him off. And while the situation was dangerous and would obviously be seriously damaging to their relationship, Ashley also felt more than a little excited. Unbelievably excited. Slowly her hand began to move up and down Bobby's cock again as she looked up at his confused, but aroused face. Her hand came back to her lips, telling him to be quiet as they both listened to Mark lie down on the bed, the mattress squeaking in the otherwise silent room. Ashley rested her tongue again on the sensitive underside of Bobby's cockhead and lazily began to lather it with her saliva, kissing it tenderly as she noiselessly made out with the head of Bobby's cock. They stared into eachother's eyes, Bobby's neck craning to watch the wildly erotic display in front of him and desperately trying to stay quiet at the same time. Ashley moved her right hand up again to gently massage his balls and she, very unhurriedly, began to take more of Bobby back into her mouth allowing the head to disappear within the soft folds of her plump lips. "Aaaahhh," Bobby sighed, desperately trying to stay quiet. Her mouth full of his dick, Ashley smirked at him, her bright green eyes gleaming in the glow coming from the bedside lamp, while she continued her tender oral massage. Every moment that she continued to suck his dick while her boyfriend lay in the same room intensified the situation. Her whole body felt alive with pleasure and it wasn't fading. It was intensifying. She didn't want to hurt Mark, but the force of what she was feeling was beyond her control. Mark began to lightly snore as Ashley moved her hand up to jerk Bobby's cock into her mouth. She pulled and gripped the wide base enthusiastically. It was insane that she hadn't seen Bobby in a decade, and even then she had barely known him, yet here she was fucking her mouth with his big cock and loving every second of it. "Fuck Ash, uuggghhh, you're so fucking good at this," Bobby whispered to her, obviously nearly as overwhelmed with the circumstances as she was. She pulled his glistening cock from her mouth, still playing with it with her hand. "You have to be quiet," she said smiling and tonguing his cock slit as more precum leaked out. "I can't believe we're doing this," she whispered with a dirty smile. "But," she said sucking on the bulbous tip, " mmmm, your cock tastes so good, and it's so thick and hard. I love how it fills my mouth." Ashley drooled and sucked all over Bobby's swollen corona. Then sinking four inches into her mouth, Ashley provoked the situation even more when she slowly opened wide and, grasping the base of Bobby's dick, squeezed the fat head of his big cock into her throat. "Ohh, yeah, fuck, UNNGGhhh," Bobby moaned, far too loudly. Quickly realizing his mistake he looked down at Ashley, her mouth still wrapped around five inches of his dick, the head of his cock still firmly lodged in her throat. They both listened as Mark, having stopped snoring, rolled around a bit on the bed. Ashley's throat was gently gagging and contracting around the head of Bobby's dick. It felt fantastic. And then finally, Mark stopped rolling around and resumed snoring lightly. Pulling his cock from her throat Ashley took a deep breath, eyes watering, but gleaming in the soft light, and again she pushed five inches of his heavy cock into her mouth, but this time she managed to shove another inch down her gullet. Ashley loved to deepthroat Mark's cock. He'd always told her she gave the best head he'd ever had, and it turned her on to pleasure him, but Bobby was a totally different story. The way his dick stretched her throat was overwhelming. It felt like she was trying to swallow a soda can. But it also felt incredible, she thought as she carefully adjusted to the width. Ashley finally pulled him from her throat, and breathing as deeply and quietly as her lungs would allow she opened wide and accepted him down her esophagus once again, but this time she stretched her mouth as wide as it would go and swallowed all eight inches of Bobby's massive dick. Staring down at Ashley he thought he might cum right then. This vixen from his past, this voluptuous, sex bomb who he'd been infatuated with for years, had managed to do something that he'd only ever dreamed of. She had taken all eight inches of his manhood into her mouth and down her throat. And as they stared at eachother, Bobby, overwhelmed with the pleasure of her softly gagging throat, A single tear falling from Ashley's eye, her mouth stretched obscenely wide around the base of his dick, Bobby reached down and placed a hand on her neck, feeling the distended lump that his cock had created. Sliding his penis from her mouth Ashley choked loudly at the removal of such an alien object, and breathing deeply she slammed her face back down all eight inches of Bobby's dick. Almost throwing up from the intensity of the intrusion to her throat, Ashley, not caring, did it again. And again. Fucking her face on the glorious beast of a cock in front of her. GAG SLURP GAG Her huge breasts bounced wildly in her dress as she choked down all eight inches of Bobby's cock over and over while he lay above her holding his hand over his mouth to keep from screaming in ecstasy and waking her boyfriend who still slept only a few feet from her masterclass in cocksucking. SLURP SLURP GAG Ashley was relentless in her pursuit of Bobby's cum. She was on a mission to blow his mind, and she wasn't going to let her drunk boyfriend get in her way as she slammed her face down all eight inches again and again, allowing his cock to spear through her gullet and slam down her throat. And then suddenly she felt Bobby's hand on her hair, as his other hand reached beneath her to take hold of one of her swinging breasts, touching and squeezing her big pliant boob through the thin material of the dress. And as if that were all he'd needed, he pushed her face all the way to the root of his dick, and Ashley, never breaking eye contact, felt, deep in her throat, the big head of Bobby's thick cock expand. "FUUUUCCCKKKAAARARRRRGGGHHH," he screamed. Ashley choked loudly, unable to accommodate his orgasming penis so deeply lodged in her throat as she slowly pulled him back into her mouth. "You okay baby?" Mark called out in a drunken slur. Ashley waited, frozen as her boyfriend's voice cut through the air, while Bobby in a complete state of ecstasy writhed above her, his cock shooting rope after rope of cum into her mouth. Pints, gallons it seemed to Ashley as she began to swallow it as quietly as she could. Bobby's cock was erupting an obscene amount of creamy white cum making it impossible for her to stop it from spilling over her chin and onto his heavy, contracting balls. "Baby?" Mark called again. Ashley didn't see any other option as she took a deep gulp of his cum and pulled Bobby's spasming cock from her mouth, bracing herself as the full onslaught of his orgasm splashed on her face and into her open mouth. "Yeah, honey I'm fine," she gurgled, her mouth overflowing with Bobby's cum. "Go back to sleep." Bobby's cock twitched once more and a thick rope of hot sperm splashed onto Ashley's outstretched tongue. He lay groaning softly above her as she listened to her boyfriend's snoring slowly resume. Ashley smiled to herself, dipped her mouth back to Bobby's slowly softening cock, and gently lapped at the remaining load that she hadn't been able to swallow. She licked all of his remaining cum and then moved down to his aching balls to do the same, slurping up every drop of his sweet load. Bobby, finally returning to reality from the edge of paradise, looked down at Ashley, grinning in bliss at the hot brunette who was giving his cum soaked testicles a sensitive tongue bath. She was covered in his cum, a glaze of jizz coating her lips, cheeks and neck as she looked up at him, causing Bobby's softening cock to twitch in delight. "I've never seen anyone cum that much," Ashley whispered, smiling and wiping her face on the bottom of the comforter that her boyfriend now slept under. "I've never seen anyone swallow that much of my cum," Bobby replied, pulling her up to him and rolling on top of her, his now flaccid cock resting against her leg. "I've never had anyone suck my dick like that. That was fucking incredible," he said noticeably giddy. "Hope I didn't make too much noise." Ashley giggled, "No. Almost, but no. I do think though, if we're gonna continue this then we should probably go to your room." "Yeah?" Bobby whispered excitedly. Ashley reached down and stroked his soft, but still huge cock, marveling that she was able to take the huge solid entirety into her mouth. "I'm not letting you go until I've felt this thing inside me." The Reunion Dee Sanders walked into her old high school and looked around. Since she'd graduated a new wing had been added for athletics, and the school had been repainted. Pretty much everything else was the same as she remembered. She was greeted by lots of smiling faces, but if she was being honest with herself, not even the name tags rang a bell. It had been 10 years since graduation, so forgetting a few faces was expected, but she couldn't believe that she hardly recognized anyone, even once they told her their name. The only friend she'd kept in touch with was Betty Fields who had called her the week before frantically studying her yearbook for names and faces. Dee had thought that was silly at the time, but maybe it had been a good idea after all. She hoped to find Betty soon so that she could hide behind the fact that Betty knew who everyone was. The main part of the reunion was in the new gym, and it had been decorated with trophies and pictures from their time in high school there. She ran her fingers over the picture of the cheerleading squad from her senior year. They had come in third at the championship, and the football team had done even better, winning the whole shebang. She and Betty were standing near the back of the group of girls in short skirts and pigtails, with their hands on their hips and fake, bright white smiles on their faces. It had always seemed silly to them how cheery they really expected the cheerleaders to look, and even though she had loved it for sport, she hated the politics of it all. At the front of the picture she saw Stacy Mathers, team captain, looking smug with herself. "Ugh, hate her!" Dee turned around to see that Betty was standing right behind her, not at all trying to hide her contempt for mean girl Stacy. Luckily, that's one person she had yet to run into. "Oh my God, Betty; how are you!?" They hugged and exchanged kisses on each cheek like they always had in high school. It was comforting that some things just didn't change. "Girl, you look good. I bet you'd still fit in your uniform. Mine won't even go on one leg!" The two women laughed. It was just like Betty to be completely obnoxious. That's probably why she had never fit in with Dee and the rest of the cheerleaders, but that was exactly her appeal to Dee. Dee had hated all the things that she'd had to do to stay a part of the in crowd, and Betty had always been such a relief from all of that. "I'm so glad you're here Betty. I have no idea who these people are. I feel so embarrassed. Was I really that out of touch in high school?" "Psssh, nonsense Dee. Nobody big has shown up yet probably. We're a little early for that, and it wasn't exactly your fault you didn't get to know a lot of the ordinaries. I mean Stacy Mad Hatter had you under lock and key, remember? Half the time you weren't even allowed to talk to me." "You really still call her that Betty?" Dee shook her head at her friend; Betty was as stuck in the past as she was. "Not to her face, of course." The women locked arms and went to mingle with the crowd. Dee felt much better now that she had a friend here. She was actually really nervous about the whole thing. While she had been kind of popular, and she had kept her figure pretty slim over the years, she was one of the few not married or with children. She had focused on her career, and she'd finally found a guy, but after a long engagement due to both their work schedules, she'd broken it off because of his infidelity during the engagement. Not that she could really blame him with the hours they worked and how long they had been holding off the wedding. She was pretty sure even Stacy had a husband now, even with her attitude. She'd heard that Stacy had married some morning weather man or something. Dee spent most of the next hour following Betty around chatting it up with people she could at least now pretend to know. Around nine o'clock the lights went down and a projector screen came down at the front of the gym. Betty was busy gossiping with a couple of pregnant women who had been on the drill team in high school, so Dee quietly stepped away to get closer to the screen. Glancing down at the itinerary she'd picked up on her way in, she saw that it was time for the tribute and toast. A slideshow began in front of them showing various photos, many that she recognized from her yearbook. They showed the marching band, the cheerleaders, the drill team, the debate team; pretty much any group there was. It made her feel bad for the population of students who never joined a group. Were they not important? After they had exhausted the group pictures words appeared on screen saying 'In Tribute'. The words were followed by pictures and names of those who had passed, either while still in school with them or between graduation and the reunion. A few of them surprised her, but most of them had died before their senior year. She was bracing herself for what she knew was coming, though. Daryl Carmichael came up on the screen. She hoped they would only spend a few seconds on him, but they were spending time on him, showing off his many touchdowns and other accomplishments. He was the quarterback and the head of the debate team. He was also Dee's first love. They had dated all through freshman and sophomore year. It was only after Stacy had moved to town and gained everyone's attention that they broke up. He had been made quarter back, so he'd gotten a big head and felt he needed to be with the captain of the cheerleading team. Right before he died they had started seeing each other in secret again, and he was planning on breaking up with Stacy at a party the following weekend. However, she humiliated him at the party after he did it, so he got wasted and got a ride home from other guys on the team who were wasted. The car wrapped around a tree. It broke her heart, but what she had always been thankful for is that he had called her that night after the breakup and told her he loved her. That was as much as any girl could ask for in that situation. As the screen faded out, she felt a presence next to her. "Brutal isn't it? Kinda morbid too if you ask me. Though, I bet he's looking down from somewhere just soaking up the attention." Dee looked up at the guy that had taken the space next to her. He had blue eyes and blonde hair. She was pretty sure he'd been on the football team, but she couldn't quite place what position. "Oh, how rude of me," he said as he saw the look Dee was giving him. "I'm Brent Jackson. I wouldn't expect you to recognize me. I was the kicker for the football team; a small guy. Though, not to toot my own horn or anything, I was an excellent kicker. And you are Dee Sanders. You were a cheerleader, and you dated Daryl, right?" Dee wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or creeped out. "Umm, ya, but how exactly do you know so much about me?" Brent chuckled, "It's not exactly classified information. You were pretty popular, so everyone pretty much knew that about you. Now, how about instead of listening to them give a lame depressing speech, how about we get out of here and see if we can't have some fun." Dee looked around for Betty and didn't see her anywhere, so she figured she might as well go with this guy. He was right about it feeling depressing now, and what was the point of coming back to high school if you didn't get to have a little fun? She nodded and followed him, surprised when he led her into the girls' locker room. In front of them were about two dozen brand new cheerleading uniforms. They were definitely skimpier than the ones they'd worn her year. "Go ahead, try one on." Brent beamed at her. "You're kidding me right?" "No, ma'am. Just put it on, for old times' sake and meet me out on the field, okay?" He left the room before she could have a chance to say no. She searched for a cheerleading uniform that looked close to her size. She knew she was bigger now that puberty and womanhood had finally caught up with her. She picked a uniform near the middle and began to change. She rushed through the job and snuck out the back door to the football field. Making her way onto the field she realized that this was the part of the school that was the most frozen in time. Football had always been and would always be football, and no matter how many times teams played on the field, the groundskeepers would continue to make sure the bleachers and turf looked perfect. "Hey, I was afraid you wouldn't come!" Dee looked around and saw Brent descending toward her from the bleachers. He was wearing a football uniform. Even after all these years, a guy in a football uniform always made her swoon. It didn't help this time that she was in a cheerleading uniform. It was just asking for trouble, putting a cheerleader and football player alone together. "So, Dee, how fast can you run?" Confused Dee tilted her head and gave him an inquisitive look, but before she could ask what he meant he tapped her on the shoulder and yelled "Tag; you're it!" Catching on just as he began running around the field, Dee slipped her shoes off and threw the clothes she came in onto the lowest bench on the bleacher. She ran after him for what felt like forever, but it was probably only a minute or two. When he ran under the bleachers he suddenly stopped, so she took a moment to catch her breath. When she noticed he was looking at something she went over to where he was to see, but suddenly he turned around and blocked her way. "You know, I always thought you looked hot in your uniform." He said this while backing her against a beam and smirking. Any other day this might have scared Dee, but instead she felt excited and spontaneously kissed him. She didn't have time to think or be embarrassed, but it turned out it didn't matter because he clearly didn't mind. He pressed up against her, sweating a little in his borrowed football uniform, and the manly smell turned Dee on a little. She ran her hands underneath the bottom of his jersey, placing her hands on his stomach and moving them around to his back. He shivered for a second in response to her touch and backed up to shrug off the jersey and pads. Feeling daring and possibly a little frisky, Dee immediately went for his pants and helped pull them off. Luckily, he wasn't wearing the whole uniform, or any boxers for that matter. She giggled with delight as a shocked Brent grabbed her by the waist and whipped her around to give her a swift spanking in punishment for her cheekiness before yanking her skirt and panties down in one fell swoop. She felt a slight chill as the May wind hit her exposed lower half. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? You've been a very naughty girl Dee." They grinned at each other as he backed her into the beam again, the coldness of the metal stinging her bare skin. Something about being under bleachers at her old high school made her feel young and daring again as if she was the young, hot cheerleader she used to be. It was the most excitement she'd felt in years. Giving into it all she removed her top and bra, her body now just as exposed as his. For a few moments they stood there, admiring each others' tan and muscular bodies. They'd both evidently kept up with their workouts after high school despite the fact that neither of them had gone on to do any sport professionally. To Dee the scene seemed a bit like a scene out of Paradise Lost, the one where Adam and Eve discovered their sexual desires for each other the first time. They were a man and woman discovering each other in the simplest most animalistic form there was, and somehow there was still something spiritual about it as he desire finally drove her to rush forward and close the small distance between their two bodies. Their kisses became frantic and sloppy, mixed in with biting, licking, and sucking all over their necks, chests, and faces. They were losing themselves in each other, and that was the best therapy Dee could think of at the moment. She made sure to rub her body up against him, allowing him to feel her hard nipples and wet pussy warm on his skin, and she could tell it drove him crazy. He forcefully knocked her to the ground with a thud, only hurting for a moment before they began acting like they were in a wrestling match, one constantly rolling on top of the other to get control. Finally, Brent won, and Dee squealed with delight as he tweaked her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. She leaned up and bit down on his lip and pulled it into her mouth to suck on it. She was getting wetter by the second as he started to hump her groin and spread precum all over her lower abdomen. He was thrusting hard enough that her whole body was sliding up and down, getting dirt and grass all over he back and in her hair. She'd probably need a long shower after this. Done with teasing and playing games, Brent got on his knees and spread her legs far apart, revealing her dripping pussy. For a moment the look on his face reminded Dee of a starving man at a feast. He grabbed his shaft and slowly maneuvered the tip into her wet center, and she felt the soft pink flesh stretching to allow his surprising girth inside. He was very calculating, slow, and gentle as he slid the rest of his nine inch cock into her awaiting pussy. As she felt him inside her, filling her up completely, she let out a sigh. It was somehow relieving having him inside her; a sensation she hadn't felt for so long. As he began to thrust in and out, at a painfully slow pace, Dee reached her arms up and yanked him downward so she could feel the weight of his body on top of her. She began to lightly rake her freshly manicured nails across his back. Clearly liking this, Brent picked up the speed and began to thrust inside her even harder, somehow going even deeper into her soaking center. "Oh, Brent," she whispered into his ear which made him even more excited, and she went form raking her nails on his back to clawing at him, barely able to withstand the amount of pleasure she was experiencing as he banged her hard, his testicles slapping against the top of her ass cheeks. She heard the sounds of his moans echo, bouncing off the metal beams above them, and she ran her fingers through his blonde locks, some of them dripping with sweat from the effort he was putting into this. She wrapped her legs firmly around his waist forcing him to stay deeper inside her as he thrust in a hard and fast rhythm. His cock inside of her was all she knew, all she could feel, and all she wanted, and she screamed his name out loud not caring if anyone else venturing out for some reminiscing heard them. She could feel that she was getting close to climax, now sweating a little herself, their musty smells mixing into a perfect cologne-like scent. She grabbed onto his neck, squeezing him for dear life and moaned as her pussy began to quiver and squeeze his cock tightly inside of her. He mimicked her loudness as her tightness surrounded him, pulsing and coaxing his cock to climax as well. She felt the hot cum pour into her and fill her up as she squeezed him even tighter with their legs. They kissed each other all over, full of gratitude for each other. Neither of them seemed ready to let go, but eventually her legs gave out, and Brent hopped up to run out and grab the clothes they had both came to the reunion in. As they got dressed they both decided to leave their mark and keep the uniforms under the bleachers. Maybe someone would find them there one day and make their own memories or just simply wonder how they got there. As they made their way back towards the gymnasium, Dee surveyed Brent's sweaty body. Unlike her he hadn't gotten dirt and grass all over himself, but she was pretty sure he had a few spots on his legs. "I don't know about you, but I think I need a shower." Brent looked over at her and grinned a toothy smile. "There are showers in the guys' locker room. Wanna join me?" She laughed and nodded, not wanting this feeling that she had to end. Walking back into the gym, Dee realized it had gotten fuller and all the lights were back on. Betty was standing near the back door talking with some people Dee was pretty sure used to be a part of the marching band. Betty caught site of her and did a double take. Her hair probably looked pretty crazy, like someone had dug her out of a hole in the ground. Betty had a shocked look on her face and was obviously about to ask what in the world had happened to her, but then Brent grabbed onto Dee's hand and started dragging her towards the locker rooms. Betty had just enough time to wink and give Dee a thumbs up before they disappeared into the crowd, hopefully not distracting anyone else. They got into the guys' locker room and immediately stripped, carelessly throwing clothing everywhere. They raced each other to the last shower, and Brent lifted an eyebrow at her. "So, do you wanna wash me?" Dee didn't know if it was a joke or not, but frankly she didn't care. She was happy to oblige, and she wasn't going to let the moment pass her by, not tonight. It was her high school reunion, and she planned to make it as big and exciting as high school itself. The Reunion Olivia tossed and turned trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. It had been a hard day and she was emotionally exhausted. She needed her Daddy something fierce. Unfortunately, he was a thousand miles away and she had not gotten to see him in months. They talked every day, but she was afraid he'd get tired of the distance and not seeing her and move on. She didn't always do a great job of being patient or letting him know how much she cared, but she did. Very much. "God why can't I sleep!?" She wondered out loud. The only living thing to hear her was her enormous pit bull curled up at the foot of the bed. She loved her little one bedroom apartment but it was lonely without her Daddy. She missed his touch, and his kisses and his cuddles. She missed the way he said 'Good morning my love' and 'Goodnight my love'. She missed being wrapped up in his arms. And she missed the way he could fuck her silly, being rough and violent yet still making her feel like they were making love. Just thinking about him had her pussy dripping wet. She was not allowed to cum without permission but she knew that Daddy was already asleep. She could text him and it would wake him up because of the special ring tone he used for her, but she didn't want to. He needed his sleep. It was already eleven and he had to be up for work very early. "Maybe just this once won't hurt. I'll tell him what I did tomorrow and he'll understand" She thought as her hand slowly inched down her breast and across her stomach, stopping to rub her nipples because Daddy liked to and she wanted to feel like it was his hand touching her. Moving down her stomach and across the fresh shaved mound below her waist line. She thought of him and the way his hands were always so gentle yet so rough. Like he was straining to control himself despite how badly he wanted her. One hand rubbed her clit and lips in little circles the way Daddy does it, the other squeezing her thigh. This was all just foreplay, Daddy's fingers always found their way inside her eventually. Mixing his tongue on her swollen clit and his fingers rubbing that special spot inside her always drove her over the edge. She wanted to make it last, edging herself until the last possible moment. Over and over she rubbed her button and finger fucked her soaked pussy until she was almost ready to cum and then stopped. Until finally she didn't. She had convinced herself that it was Daddy's fingers and tongue on her and she couldn't control herself any more. Cumming without permission was against the rules but it felt so good! The orgasm started between her thighs but quickly moved to the pit of her stomach. It sent warm waves through every one of her muscles and she felt like every nerve ending was on fire. The way it felt when Daddy had introduced her to fireplay. Her hair stood on end and goosebumps ran down her back as she kept rubbing herself through the orgasm. She was glad she lived by herself as the last wave hit, making her stop touching. She had to grab onto the sheets just to hold on, letting out a long and loud moan of pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she lay there trying to compose herself, panting and out of breath, smiling with the intensity of the feeling that he was actually there. "Did you ask permission to cum my love?" Olivia jumped so high that she just knew that she would bang her head on the ceiling. "DADDY!" She screamed at the man standing in the doorway. She'd been so into her fantasy that she hadn't heard the door open. She bounded off the bed and still completely naked jumped into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and buried her face in his neck. Feeling the soft stubble on his chin, smelling his cologne and feeling his body against hers reminded her of home and knew that this is where she belonged. "What are you doing here Daddy?" "I can't come see my baby girl without a reason? I love you and missed you wasn't enough?" "Silly Daddy, of course it is! But I know it's a long trip!" "It is, I didn't tell you because I didn't want to get my hopes up too high, but I had a meeting with a publisher earlier today in NYC. They want to publish my book!" "YAY! That's amazing Daddy! I'm proud of you!" "Thank you my love, I brought you a special present to let you know how much I appreciate your support" Olivia loved surprises so long as she didn't know she was getting one ahead of time. Those kind just made her anxious. The special prize turned out to be a teddy bear and Daddy's blanket that she loved to use when she visited him. The bear was made out of Daddy's clothes and even came with a little pair of glasses. "So you can cuddle me even when I can't be here. I hope you miss me as much as I miss you." "Duh Daddy! I'm so excited you're here!" Olivia hoped that if she kept him preoccupied enough he would forget that she'd broken a rule. No such luck. "Me too baby girl, but first we need to deal with your punishment" "Punishment for what Daddy?" She tried to muster a look of shock and play innocent but she knew that she'd been caught. "You know for what. Cumming without permission is a big no no. While I shower and unpack my things, you are to stand in the corner with the time out jar and think about who you and your orgasms belong to." Without another word, Olivia went to the bookshelf where she kept the time out jar. It was a jar filled with water, glue, glitter, and glitter glue. The idea was that she had to shake it when she got to the corner and think about what she'd done wrong until the glitter settled at the bottom. Olivia actually found it calming to be punished when she'd broken a rule. She knew that Daddy would deem the infraction settled and would not bring it up again. Plus she liked watching the glitter fall. Standing in the corner of her bedroom, she watched as the blue and pink sparklies danced around the jar. She thought on who she belonged to just like Daddy said. She knew that this lifestyle wasn't for everyone, but it was definitely for her. She found comfort in Daddy's strength and care. The only thing she didn't like was the distance, but as the glitter started to make it's way to the bottom of the jar, she realized that he loved her just as much and the distance was making them stronger as a couple. They were able to deal with issues better through communication and devotion. She knew that she appreciated his time a lot more when it was so limited. Lost in thought, Olivia didn't hear Daddy come up behind her. He was like a ninja and could always sneak up on her. He wrapped his arms around her, making her jump for the second time that night. His lips found his favorite spot, just below her ear on her neck. It made goosebumps rise along her arms and back. "That's long enough my love, get in bed." No more words, just a smile as she sauntered across the room and climbed on the bed. Wiggling her ass in the air just a little too long to be normal. She wanted to tease him a bit and knew that he loved her ass. As she lay all the way down on the bed, she grabbed her new stuffed bear and curled up into a little ball and pretended like she was going to sleep. She let out a little shriek as strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him. She pretended to struggle but they both knew that she'd never resist a man that she loved as much as him. He forced her legs open and planted little kisses and nibbles along her thighs. She knew what was coming next, he was going to go down on her. She was wrong. From the little nibbles and kisses he moved up her body, avoiding her pussy all together. She liked to pretend that she hated when he gave her oral, but she couldn't hide the groan of disappointment when he skipped it. Daddy's soft lips went all the way up her neck to meet her lips. They shared a long passionate kiss before he broke away, moving back down her body. He kissed down her chest and circled her nipple with his tongue, teasing himself. One of his fingers slid inside her just before his mouth closed around the nipple, sucking hard while his finger drove deep inside her. She begged him to fuck her but he ignored her pleas. His mouth moving down until finally it was on her already soaked pussy. Licking and sucking like only he knew her body well enough to do, she was going to cum again. Just when she was about to go over the edge of that cliff, he stopped. Olivia tried to shove the orgasm that was building back down but she was having trouble. Only her Daddy could do this to her, but she didn't ask permission and he knew how much she wanted to cum. She could tell from the sly grin he gave her as he moved back up the bed. \ Between her legs, he angled his hard cock so that he rubbed her pussy with each stroke but never went in. His strong hands holding her hips down so that she couldn't angle herself up and onto him. She was almost at the edge again when he stopped to lean down and kiss her. Olivia wasn't a huge fan of kissing before she met Daddy, but there was something special about the way he kissed her. Like he enjoyed it for his own sake and was taking it by force. She was caught up in thoughts of his lips on hers when she felt it. She felt every inch of him sliding inside of her, stretching her out. She screamed around his kiss and dug her nails into his back. "Mine" He growled. "Yours!" she purred back, locked onto him and never wanting him to stop touching her like that. Never wanting to be anyone elses. Never wanting anyone else to belong to him. She was his, but he was hers too. "God I've missed you." They said in unison, sounding like they were stuttering because of the rhythm of his cock making long deep strokes inside her. Filling her up with every bit of him. It wasn't long before she was riding the edge again. "Daddy can I come? PLEASE!" She begged. "Not yet" and he slowed down, allowing her time to regroup. As soon as she'd caught her breath a little bit he pushed as far and as fast as he could into her. Olivia knew her screams would wake up half the apartment building but she didn't care. All she wanted was to feel him cum inside her. She wanted to be sore and think of him tomorrow. She wanted to feel his cum mixed with hers running down her ass and onto the sheets. "Daddy cum. Please I need your cum. Every last drop!" "Cum for me babygirl. CUM! NOW!" They came at the same time, their screams and moans filling the otherwise quiet apartment. Her body clamping down on his and him holding her tight against him. Olivia locked her legs around him so that he couldn't pull out. She loved the feeling of him going soft inside of her. She knew it had been a long time for him based on how much of his seed he had spilled inside her. Before tonight it had been a long time for her too. Too long. She needed him desperately. Not just for sex, but for what she knew would come next. He collapsed beside her and without saying anything, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Olivia would have no trouble sleeping tonight. Not any more. "Goodnight Daddy" The Reunion If there was one thing I was enjoying about this night it was that I looked better than all the other bitches here. Which is ironic, considering that in high school I was considered the 'ugly duckling'. I was the one that no boy wanted to date. The loner, the one with no friends, take your pick. Now, however, I was the one with the rocking hot body. The only one who didn't gain fifty something pounds of baby weight, and probably the only one who wasn't in some dead end marriage destined to fail in five years. Oh. I was also 'that bitch'. But years of criticism build a person up for that, no? Maybe I should have started with this: My name is Brenna Hewatt. I'm a thirty-something year old woman and I'm a dietician. The confidence is mostly fake and alcohol related, but for the moment it's serving its purpose. Niceties were driving me up the wall and I'd come to learn that class reunions weren't worth the hassle. As I said, the only thing I'd established was that I had the best body here. The body was something I'd worked hard for. I was allowed to be proud of it. In high school I had been very overweight. In my line of work right now I worked mostly with the overweight population, trying to help them as I'd helped myself. Seeing the transformations everyday really did serve a purpose in my life. Hard work, exercise, and eating well does pay off, folks. Anyways, I was trying to stay out of the way. I had nothing to say to most of these people. Seeing my old crushes again really did nothing for my self-esteem. Especially since none of them even recognized me. Maybe it was because I was no longer 'Big Brenna'. I cringed. Nothing was worse than that memory. My high school best friend, Abbie, was running late. I was just waiting on her to get here so I could finally have some fun. The two of us knew how to tear shit up. Maybe there would even be a chance to get laid? Or were all of the semi attractive ones taken? That was the real question. "Oh my god! Big Brenna is that you?!" That squeaky voice still got on my nerves fifteen years later. "It's just Brenna." I snapped. I looked the little blonde in the face. God, she hadn't changed one bit. Kayla Madden, your typical head cheerleader. Tiny, busty, and seemingly perfect, glowing skin. Again, she hadn't changed one damn bit. "You look fantastic!" She chirped. "Thanks. So do you, I guess." This elicited a huge smile out of her. "Thanks! So what's your secret? How'd you lose all that weight?" The thick Southern accent made me glad I'd moved out of Georgia. She was the typical Southern Belle. All prim and proper, and a secret slut. "How does anyone lose weight, Kayla?" I said dryly. I ran my hand down my body to smooth out my dress. It was riding up my legs, and Kayla was the last person in the room I wanted to flash. "Well some people..." She let the sentence trail off and pretended to gag herself. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah well, I actually worked for it." For fucks sake, who did she think I was? "Now if you'll excuse me..." I caught sight of Abbie walking through the door. My god, it was good to see her. I walked away from Kayla to meet Abbie across the room. "Abbs!" I smiled and opened my arms. She ran up to me and embraced me. It was truly the best part about coming home. I hadn't seen Abbie in almost a year, and she was the one lasting friendship I had. The only person who had stuck with me through the wildness that was my twenties and still managed to put up with me. This girl was like my sister and I'd do anything for her. "My god, Bren, it's been so long!" She pulled out of the hug and looked me over. "Now let's tear this shit up!" "I hope you mean the bar... because there is absolutely no ass to tear up here." I laughed. It was an inside joke between us. "Oh come on. Don't tell me that Carter hasn't shown up yet." She teased. I gripped the glass in my hand a little tighter. Carter Ellis. Yes, he was one of the great men I met in high school (maybe I should say the best looking). Baseball player, looked fantastic in pants, and one of the few guys who hadn't been a complete asshole to me. "I haven't seen him." I said. Truth be told, I had forgot about him. "I'm sure he'll show soon. It's not too late." She put her hand on my shoulder and led me toward the bar. "He's probably taken." "One step at a time, hon. First let's get that tequila sunrise and touch up your makeup. You look a little rough, babe." She laughed. All I could do was smile. I'd been drinking enough; I was surprised that I wasn't sporting 'drunk face' yet. "Real fucking funny." I laughed with her. The first stop was the bathroom. When I caught a look of myself in the mirror, I realized that she was right. My perfectly applied makeup had started to melt off in the sweltering heat. However, the perfectly constructed curl in my hair had held up. The golden brown curls fell around my face softly, framing my face. My lips popped with a bright red lipstick. It was a nice contrast to the infamous little black dress I was wearing. My objective tonight was to get with Carter. It had been a goal of mine since high school. I wanted to catch his attention. So I fixed my makeup, and crossed my fingers that he would be outside when we returned back to the 'party'. "Abbs?" "Yes love?" "What if he doesn't show up?" I felt like the insecure eighteen-year-old version of myself. "He will. I have on good authority that he's coming tonight." The last time I'd had any contact with Carter, it had almost ended in what I wanted. I remembered it well, he had come up to New York with Abbie and the only thing that had stopped it from happening was his girlfriend. The thing is this- Carter and I had always had a thing for each other. We hadn't done anything about it in high school for obvious reasons. The star of the baseball team couldn't date at the bottom of the social food chain. So we had settled for a flirtationship for all these years. Now it was the time where we remembered a pact we'd made at sixteen. If we were single, we'd give 'us' a shot at our first class reunion. This happened to be that reunion. Fifteen years later, I might have a chance with this man. "Christ I'm so nervous. What if he's still with her?" "Then it's something you'll have to accept, Bren." Her words were simple and true enough, but they sent little anxiety butterflies through my body. Those anxiety butterflies made me feel a little sick, but I couldn't give myself puke breath. I leaned up against the bathroom counter for a minute. Deep breaths, Brenna, deep breaths. It would be okay. It would be okay. No matter what the outcome of this was, it was going to be okay. Not being with Carter would be a good thing, right? You'd have to move back to Georgia, you know he wouldn't move to New York. But would Georgia be such a bad compromise for someone you've held so dear for so long? I shook the thoughts out of my head. Odds were that he was taken. Who wouldn't want to snag him up and keep him for themselves? A crazy woman, that's who. "Let's get out of this damn bathroom." I said. I did a quick double check in the mirror and walked out behind Abbie. One deep breath, and I exited the bathroom with a new kind of faux confidence. And wouldn't ya know. Carter had shown up. He was standing in front of me with this trademark giant grin of his. Now Abbie's phone made sense. He was the 'good authority' she spoke of. I instantly melted. Even after all these years Carter still had the ability to turn my insides into mush. Everyone in our school had known about my crush on him. It was a surprise that he even talked to me after all that was said. But here he was, with that brilliant white smile of his, waiting on me. "Damn girl!" He remarked. I smiled up at him. I hoped my teeth were as white as his. Oh the teenager in me was coming out tonight. "Damn to yourself, Ellis." And damn was definitely an accurate statement. He was still as athletic fifteen years after high school as he was in high school. Which naturally meant that he was probably still smaller than me. He stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. The scent of his cologne made its way to my nose, and it was as good as ever. I wrapped my arms around him and let myself enjoy this. Arms so strong and that felt so right... I couldn't remember the last time a single set of arms felt this good. "How have you been?" "I've been okay. How about you?" We were now beating around the bush. He was holding something back, I knew he was. "Still a workaholic." I laughed. "No social life outside of the crazy hospital rotations. Not sure why I decided to get an MD and go into this subfield." "I'm proud of you, though." He said sincerely. He was still holding on to me a little too tight. "What about you? You still working in the same place?" "Still trying to provide for my family. Just had another little boy a year ago." That made my heart sink. When Carter got divorced the first time, it had almost killed him. His ex put him through hell to get visitation to his kid. I couldn't imagine that he had left a second baby mama. "Congratulations! How come you didn't tell me?" I know the disappointment was obvious in my voice. "I didn't want to hurt you, Bren." He said softly. "I know I can't keep it from you now." "Are you at least happy with her?" I laid my head against his chest. So this was going to be a bust. "No." He said. "She left me and the baby right after he was born. For now it's just me and my babies. But Bren, I don't want anything serious right now. Too much has happened, and my kids have been through enough." "I understand that." I said quietly. Disappointment welled up inside me. This hug was enough to satisfy some of my loneliness, but only for a moment. I let my hand fall down his side and rest on his hip. "Maybe we should..." "Maybe we should what? I like this right here." He held my hand tight to his waist. "Bren, I don't want anything serious. I do want you." His words kind of stung. Was that all I was to him? A cheap one night stand? A way to get rid of the pain of his baby mama abandoning him? I ripped my hand out of his and pulled away from him. I was offended. "I'm not a pleasure device, Carter." As quick as I pulled away from him, Carter grabbed my hand and pulled me back into him. "I know you're not. I don't expect you to be. But I'd be an idiot to let you just walk away. Brenna, you've always been here for me. Through everything." "And now you're just saying what you know I want to hear." And sadly, it was working. This man was going to get in my pants tonight, and it'd be in the hotel room I'd booked upstairs. "No, I'm telling you the truth." He pulled me back against him and then laid his chin on top of my head. Even when I was in heels he was taller than me. Good god, he was good. "I'm not trying to use you. You know I'd never do that to you." "I don't know, Carter." I let myself rest against him again. The music in the background was appropriate for the contact, so I just rolled with it. His hand inched up my back and started to play with the strings that kept my dress together at the top. My breath started to come quicker. "You do know." Dammit. He was going to play me and I was going to let him. I wanted him to. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek to mine. "Brenna, I want you. I want you badly." And that comment went straight to my vagina. "Fuck you, Ellis. You know I have a room upstairs. Lets go." I pulled myself out of his arms and took him by the hand. A wide smile spread across my face. Carter knew how to one up these encounters, didn't he? We'll just skip the elevator ride. He held out all the way up to the room. There was a kiss fifteen years in the making coming on, and I just wanted to know if it was going to be as amazing as I'd imagined it to be. As soon as we got into the room, a small and cramped little space, Carter had me pressed up against the wall. His hands held me firmly at the waist. I grabbed his biceps and let him take the lead. There was only so much I could handle and right now Carter was exuding that special male sexuality that got my own hormones raging. He just oozed sex. Every single pore on his body oozed sex and it was... it was sexy. The heat in his green eyes when he looked at me. If I could capture that look and recreate it every time... I'm not sure what kind of higher function I would have left in my body, it was doing crazy things to me. "Fuck it Carter, just kiss me already!" I said desperately. Patience was not my virtue. He leaned towards me, stopped just shy of my lips, and smiled. "It's not going to be that easy, hon." He said softly. I closed my eyes and moaned. Fuck, he was a teaser. I took a step closer to him and put my hand on his stomach. That so, so toned stomach. "I know you want it." "Yes, yes I do." I said. The breath was beginning to leave my body. He definitely knew what he was doing in this department. Every move he made was calculated. My body was so hyper aware of his. He leaned closer to me, close enough that his lips were grazing mine. I took the opportunity to grab the back of his head and pull him against me closer. His lips came crashing down over mine and it was like I was lost in him. My mind was instantly taken to places it had never been before, places of uncharted pleasure. It was so, so right. Carter's lips against mine were so, so right. In an instant, Carter had me flush against him and he was working at untying my dress. I could feel his erection straining against his pants, fighting to be free of the fabric. I wanted to take my time with that. I felt when Carter got my dress loose. It fell to my ankles and my scant underclothing was visible. Tiny black thong and lacy black bra. I had come prepared. Carter's breath caught in his throat and he pulled back to look in me. He growled low in his throat and I took the opportunity to turn him around and press him up against the wall. Now his shirt was coming off. He all too happily obliged to it. When I finally had the offending object off his body, I could admire what a work of art he was. Perfectly sculpted abs. That V that most men can't achieve? Well, Carter had it times ten. I started to kiss him at his neck and worked my way to his shoulders. I made sure to keep some kind of eye contact, which was a little hard because his head was leaned back against the wall. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and his breathing was a little hard. It made me wonder what was to come. As I reached the top of his pants, he stopped me and pulled me back up. "You can't have all the fun!" He said lazily. "Shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself, Ellis." I said with a smile. He laughed. "Yes, Ma'am." I worked my hands down his abs and tugged at his pants. I wanted to free his erection and give him a little taste of what I could do. I very carefully unzipped them, and let him loose. Good god, all I wanted was to have him in my mouth. Slowly, I worked my hand down his body and grabbed him. He jumped a little and moved his hips to meet me. My mouth followed. He moaned. The sound was so, so amazing. Slowly, I worked the length of him into my mouth. I wanted to immediately show off my 'mad deep throating skills', as they'd been called, but I found it was more fun to tease a little first. I bobbed my head in tune to his breathing, which was fast. He was watching me intently. "Oh my god." He moaned. His knees were starting to buckle. I moaned against him. The feel of him in my mouth was truly amazing. I reached down to play with the boys. "FUCK!" he shouted. And then I had him. His hand snaked into my hair and he yanked me up. Now THAT turned me on. Nothing was sexier to me than a man who liked to play it rough. "Do you like it rough?" I just looked at him. "I'm talking to you!" "Yes." A firm hand came down and slapped my ass. "I can't hear you." His face was centimeters from mine now. "I said yes!" This time I said it a little louder than a whisper, and his lips were covering mine once again. He backed me up until we got to the bed and he pushed me down. He tugged at my panties until he had torn them, literally tore them, off me. His fingers teased me, and I arched my back to meet him. He finally touched my clit, which sent little shockwaves of pleasure through me. "I bet you want my fingers in you, don't you?" I grunted in response. Of fucking course I did. I was practically begging for it. "I can't hear you!" "Yes, dammit, yes!" I moaned. His fingers were still torturing me, I could do little more than squeak my responses. "Just fuck me already!" "You're gonna have to wait for that, my love." He said seductively. His fingers made a harsh entrance into me, and it tore a scream from me. Holy shit he was good. "You like that?" "Fuck yes." I moaned. "Please don't stop." He moved his fingers in and out of me as fast as he possibly could. He had me on the verge of an overwhelming orgasm. I wasn't ready for that yet. Or was he going to make this a multiple orgasm, you're going to be completely useless and sore for the next week or so, kinda night? Pleasure arced through my body as his mouth took residence where his fingers were. His tongue danced around my clit as he kissed me there the same way as he was kissing my mouth earlier. The feeling was exquisite. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod." I felt myself about to tip over that ledge when he stopped. "What the fuck?!" "Hold still." He poised himself on top of me and pushed inside me. I don't even think words could accurately describe that feeling. Every inch of him fit perfectly inside me. I watched as his eyes widened when he pushed himself fully inside. I moved my hips forward to meet him in the middle, and the pleasure flowed through every inch of my body. A low moan rumbled out of both our mouths and Carter started moving faster inside me. "Holy fuck I don't know how long I can do this, Bren." His words came out fast and choppy. "Do you like it, sir?" He grabbed my wrists and kept me pinned against the bed. "Yes, ma'am." He moaned. It truly felt like he was trying to move a path from my vagina to my belly button with his dick. He knew just how rough to give it. It wasn't long until I felt him moving a little more erratic than he had been. He had this precarious pressure still built up inside me, I could feel myself about to come, and I saw his imminent orgasm written across his face. And by god, did I want to make it happen. He let go of one of my wrists and started to play with my clit as he thrust into me. My eyes rolled back into my head as the orgasm started to take hold. It was like a damn eighteen wheeler slammed into me as he thrust himself inside me that last time. A scream tore from my throat and I raked my nails down his back with my free hand. I was thoroughly spent and I just wanted more of him. Carter pulled out of me and I reached up to help him finish. I slid my hands up and down that smooth, smooth skin and brought my mouth to the head of his cock. He pushed himself down into my throat and held me there as he came hot and thick into my mouth. I held him by his hips and kept him inside my mouth for a moment. He pulled me off a second later and brought his mouth down to mine. His kisses were once again hot and heavy, and everything, well almost everything, that I thought they would be. "Dammit, Carter. Why have you held out on me this long?" I asked with a laugh. "Honestly, love I couldn't tell you." He said and laid down beside me. He pulled me down onto him. I nestled my head on his chest and let his heartbeat soothe me. "Are you going to stay here tonight or do you have to go home?" "I have a babysitter until morning." He pulled me closer. "I don't feel like going anywhere tonight. I just want to be here with you for a while." I smiled into his chest. The Reunion "Good. I want you here." "Well you're not getting rid of me, dear." He rubbed my back. This was the kind of intimacy I craved every day. The kind where I could have hot sex with someone and then be able to lay down beside them and just talk because you're that comfortable with them. It was a perfect kind of setup. A knock at the door brought me from my little fantasy world. "Who is that?" "Oh fuck." I said. I forgot about Abbie. "It's Abbie. We got the room together. " I laughed. "You mean I just fucked you in a bed that you and Abbie are sharing?" Carter asked. I nodded and he laughed with me. "I guess it's good I got a room too, then?" "Definitely." I said and stood up. I started to gather my clothes and put them on so I could let Abbie in and exit the room. "Give us a second, Abbs." "I don't even want to know what's been going on in here." She said with disdain through the door. "Am I going to be sleeping on a sexed up bed?" I decided to ignore her. I threw Carter his clothes and the two of us got dressed and let Abbie in. "So I guess the reunion wasn't all bad, huh, Bren?" She joked. Carter looked at me with curiosity and I just shrugged. "Not as bad as I thought it was going to be, at least." I winked at Carter in return, and he tugged at me to follow him through the door. "Not to be rude, Abbs, it's been nice talking to you, but I'm going to steal her for the rest of the night. You can have her back tomorrow." "No. You can keep her until tomorrow. You have my permission to do what you please." Abby said with a smile. I hit her with my shoe. "What if he murders me?" "Well. I told you not to stay overnight with men you haven't seen in years..." "I'm standing right here!" Carter said and pulled me against his body. The heat started to fill me again. Oh yes. This was going to be one night I wouldn't forget anytime soon.