3 comments/ 8953 views/ 2 favorites Mediterranean Baby Blue Ch. 01 By: christiankay Edited by CopperSkink November-18-2009 Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The characters, concepts, and plot are original, and are the property of the author. All rights reserved. Distribution for commercial gain, including, but not limited to, posting on sites or newsgroups, distribution as parts or in book form (either as a whole or part of a compilation) with or without a fee, or distribution on CD, DVD, or any other electronic media, with or without a fee, is expressly prohibited without the author's written consent. All commercial use except by educational institutions and libraries requires the author's written consent. The author may be contacted via the CONTACT tab on my profile. Your comments are welcome. "Mediterranean Baby Blue" is a erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes. If erotica is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. CHAPTER 01 - The Grade. As I jumped, the adrenaline hit me strong, the air caressing my skin as I picked up speed. I tried to project in my mind that my body was aerodynamic, my hands meeting with each other as I stretched them above my head. I wanted them to be as symmetrical as possible and believed balance was the key so I adjusted as much as I could. Then I entered the water the cool liquid sensations so familiar and welcome. There was nothing in the world that I enjoyed more than water, sailing, swimming, diving, fishing. Any and all water sports made me happy. I swam underwater 'till I got to where the coach was standing near the edge of the pool. "Nice dive, Anthony, you're getting better every year. We'll see you at the swim team's party, now hit the showers. You're the last one out, so hurry up, please." "Thanks, coach, see you at the party." I replied as I got out of the pool and ran towards the locker rooms. I walked to the shower room and all the guys were talking about what they had planned for the summer as they lathered up. They all had fit swimmer bodies with defined muscles, broad shoulders, and narrow hips. I went to a shower turned on the water and got it to a comfortable temperature, I took off my Speedos, rinsed them and hung them on the showers water knob. "Hey Mark, lend me some shower gel, bro, I forgot mine," I said, looking at Mark, who was one of the tallest guys in the swim team and one of my best friends. "Here you go little hobo beggar," he said laughing and he threw me the gel. "Yea, stop being a cheap bitch and buy your own gel," added Jamie, joining in the fun making. "See if I lend you penny whores stooges anything again," I said not able to contain my laughter. They all joined in the laughter and started doing "Three Stooges" impressions. "Hey Mo, pass me the soap, niak niak niak," Mark acted like Curly. "Get your own soap bitch, wo wo, wo wo," Jamie acted like Mo and wiggled his fingers at Mark's face. Most of the guys just shook their heads and laughed. They were all good looking, some with tans, fit bodies, all types of heights and a variety of hair colors and styles. Most of us had our hair real short during the swim meet season, but now that it was summer we let it grow into styles we liked. Sometimes I would think how it would be to fuck a guy in the ass. Since Carol and I had never gone all the way, I was real curious to get my cock into a hole. When the guys would bend over and I would get a look at a hole, it made me wonder what it would be like. My best friend was gay and he said that when a cock was in his ass and hit his prostrate gland it was indescribably hot. But I don't think I wanted to try because guys didn't turn me on; it was just thoughts, and I wanted my first time to be with Carol. I was also curious at a sixty-nine with a guy since I liked that position so much. Which brought my attention to the guys cocks. They had different size and type cocks, some with foreskin, some circumcised. Different lengths and widths. Maybe I was bi-sexual deep down inside, I wondered to myself. Talking about cocks, HH just walked by going to his locker. We called him "HH," which was short for Hung Hank; he had a cock that would make a donkey cry from envy. When he got a boner, it always pointed straight up past his belly button. I heard him sigh real load and other guys laughed and cheered. "Seven seconds." shouted someone. I guessed this was how long it took Hank to get a boner; seems like they had made bets at how long it would take. They had placed a nude photo in Hank's locker and since he was the ultimate horn dog, any porn pictures would get him hard fast. "Is that a record?" one guy asked. "No it's not. Five seconds is the record he holds after we showed him Paris Hilton's nude pictures the first time," interjected Mark into the conversation. The room was full of high spirits, adrenaline and male hormones. I gave Mark his gel as I walked passed him on my way to my locker and I thanked him. I was to meet with Carol in the classroom after swim team practice. So after I dried my body off, I put on a track suit because after the next class we had gym, which meant I would have to change again anyway. I wondered what she wanted to talk about this time. The only thing I did not like about her was that she over-analyzed things and made little dramas once in a while, but we were madly in love and the good outweighed the bad by far. We exchanged goodbyes with my team mates and slowly made our way out of the lockers. I entered the classroom where we had agreed to meet. Carol, sitting in the back, motioned for me to join her. "Hi, baby," I said and bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips. "I will miss you a lot," she said with a pout, making her already-full lips look so inviting. I planted another kiss on her lips, this time lingering a bit longer and slowly parting her lips with my tongue. We kissed with more passion this time and then I pulled away to break the kiss as I took the seat next to her. "What did you need to talk about?" I asked, a little worried that she was feeling insecure or sad that I was probably leaving for the summer and that she would make a small scene. "I just wanted to give you something to remember me by this summer so you don't stray," she said, reaching for her backpack. "Who knows if my parents will keep their promise, and don't forget I need to get better than a B+ so they'll buy me the plane ticket," I replied. "I know you'll get better than a B+ and so do you! Don't be silly and worry about it; it's just that I'll miss you," she said, pouting again with a sad puppy look in her eyes, those eyes made my heart melt. Dear god, I loved Carol so much. She was my first and only girlfriend I ever had. We had been together as friends since we were in kindergarten, but we became a pair officially when we were around fourteen years old. Now four years later, we were both near nineteen years old and more in love. She pulled her chair closer to mine and pulled out a bottle from her backpack. It looked like some kind of perfume or lotion. I thought to myself sarcastically, "Yea right, great gift to remember her by." I then looked at her and smiled, even if I did not like the gift, I would thank her. I could not break her heart and thinking about it, anything she would give me would make me remember her. I don't know why I got mean-spirited thoughts sometimes. "Close your eyes tight... are you sure they're closed?" she asked with a playful tone in her voice. "Yes, madam," I said putting on a fake southern accent and grinning a bit. I then smelled the faintest scent of wild flowers mixed with a bit of musk. I loved that smell. She lifted my shirt a bit and I jumped in surprise as I felt some lotion drop on my belly. She placed her other hand on my track pants, lifted the band of the pants and boxers and wiggled her hand with the lotion until she reached my cock. It was soft, but growing harder by the second. When her hand made contact with my cock, I felt the lotion being applied and shivered. Her nimble fingers started to play with my cock head, one of her fingers on top of my pee hole, rubbing, exploring, making me horny. I was surprised, not expecting this to happen, especially with class starting in fifteen minutes. "Keep your eyes closed," she said. I think she knew I was trying to peek. She leaned over and whispered with a husky voice in my ear, "Pull down your boxers as far as they will go, but leave on your trackies so we don't get busted on the second-to-last day of school." I readily obeyed, pulling my boxers down under my track pants so they were near my knees. Now that she had better access to my pulsing cock, she started stroking it, applying the lotion all over. Then she reached lower, rubbing my balls with that sweet-smelling lotion. Talk about instant hard-on; my cock went from limp to hard-as-a-rock faster than the speed of sound. "Mm," I groaned. "You like that, don't you, baby?" she asked in a sexy voice. I nodded, moaning and groaning as I felt her hand stroking my now-throbbing cock. "Tell me when your ready to cum baby, I want you to cum in my mouth." She giggled as I groaned a bit louder. We did not need that much time because the sensation of the liquid, her hand stroking my cock, and the sexuality of the moment brought me near climax fast. Doing this in class, knowing someone might walk in at any time added to the moment. She pulled the front of my track pants down a bit and took out my throbbing cock, which she started massaging with both hands: one hand pumping my shaft, the other on my cock head, rubbing it, squeezing it, bringing me closer to my orgasm. "I'm almost there baby," I whimpered in a low, husky voice. Without hesitation, she bent down while still holding my shaft with one hand and placed her lips on my cock head, applying pressure till her lips parted and half my cock was in her soft, warm, moist mouth. When she started circling my cock head with her tongue, I felt my ball sack tighten up. My whole body was trembling as I tensed up and started cumming in her mouth for what seemed like minutes, and she swallowed every single drop. She kept sucking for a bit, then she stopped, pulled away, and sat up to straighten herself out. I had still not caught my breath when she leaned close to my ear, gave it a long lick that sent shivers down my spine and said, "That was just the appetizer. When you finish with your guitar lessons tonight, come to my house. My parents are going the Williams' house to play bridge and we'll be alone for a few hours. I decided I want you to fuck my ass, if you still want to." "Holy fucking ass cracks Batman!" I thought. I had wanted this for at least two years now, since the day we started experimenting with our sexuality. We had decided she would remain a virgin until we were at least close to getting married. I had cum between her legs, breasts, hands, feet, you name it, but never in her pussy or in her ass. I had licked her pussy many times as one of our favorite positions was 69, but she had let me lick her asshole only a few times, and once I let her lick mine. The thought that I was going to fuck her ass tonight sent blood to my dick and I was getting a hard-on again. The door opened and some classmates walked in. I realized half my cock was still out of my pants, so I quickly covered up before they had a chance to see anything. I wiggled my cock into place as fast as I could and pulled the boxers up. Since everyone else was all looking to the front of the class, I placed my hand between Carol's legs and gave her pussy a few quick rubs. I whispered in her ear, "thank you for that wonderful hand job baby." I then gave her a quick kiss. Jason walked into class as I kissed her and he gave me one of his dazzling white smiles and rolled his eyes. He was one of our best friends. Carol and I had known him as long as we had known each other; in fact, I think Carol had a crush on him before me, but Jason was gay. He had never come out of the closet, but he had told Carol and me years ago, before we had even started dating. Jason and I had clowned around a bit, jerking each other off. He was the one that gave me my first blowjob but he knew that I didn't want to go further than that with a guy. As soon as I told him I was in love with Carol, he helped Carol and me to get together, being the good friend that he is. I knew deep inside he still wanted me, but he was too much of a gentleman and a friend to try anything with me since that time. Jason was easily the best-looking guy in school. Many of the girls and I always bet guys had a crush on him. But he came from a very religious family, and he was in confused turmoil about his sexuality. I really felt sorry for him and wished that he would eventually find his place in life to end his troubles. He had a secret boyfriend who wished to remain anonymous and out of respect for our friendship I never pried into the matter. I knew if and when Jason could and wanted me to know, he would tell me. Sometimes I would catch him taking a peak at my body in the showers and he would always come to watch when I had a swim meet. But that was the extent of it. He also had a girlfriend who was bi-sexual and in the closet, though their relationship kept both their parents happy. That day seemed to be the longest day in my life, between wanting so much for the time to come so I could fuck my girlfriend's virgin ass and for our grades to be posted so I'd finally know whether I had earned that plane ticket I was promised. But as they do, that damned clock looked like it was stuck in the same position all the time. I stared at the second-hand of the clock, willing it to go faster. My math teacher Mr. Bakerfield, who was the only teacher I did not get along with in the whole school, said sarcastically, "Are you trying to figure out the square root of one million, thirty-one thousand and fifty seven, Mr. Velos?" The scorn and slight lisp evident, in his nasal voice. I looked at him when I heard my name being called and noticed the whole class was looking at me. I turned field-tomato-red. "No, sir, I was trying to figure out how many seconds till school would be out for this year," I replied to him, being a half-truthful. Some students giggled. I looked down at my book, pretending to read the math problem that needed solving. I wished the old fart would take his eyes off me, because I needed to straighten my cock. It was hard and it was pushing against my boxers uncomfortably. Finally, after staring at me for what seemed hours, he went back to writing on the blackboard, explaining the proper way to solve the equation. I stuck my hand down my pants real fast to put my cock in a more comfortable position. I caught Eleanor looking at me. She had glanced down as if she was trying to see inside my pants before moving her eyes to my face. I managed to shrug and turn a bit more red. She smiled, licked her lips, sighed and turned around. I knew she had a crush on me since the sixth grade and that I could fuck her any day I wanted too; others had fucked her and said she was as good as they get in bed. She let me see her pussy a few times, opening her legs while we were sitting across each other in the cafeteria. Her pussy was smooth and shaved. I had imagined sticking my stiff dick into that pussy many times when I jacked off. Once, she acted as if she was adjusting her large tits while sitting by the swimming pool of our mutual friend's house. When she knew I was looking, she pulled out one tit and gave me a inviting look as she touched her nipple and licked it before putting it back into her bikini top. I acted like I didn't see her, but I went to the bathroom faster than the roadrunner (beep beep). I jacked off and came in 20 seconds but then thought, I can't have sex with Eleanor, if I did and got caught, I'd lose Carol and I can't do that to her. The bell sounded and the second-to-last math class of the year was over. Finally, I pushed my way to the bulletin board where they had posted the grades. I found my name, Anthony Velos, with a great big "A" beside it. I was so happy, I just wanted to jump around and do silly shit. Jason was the first friend I saw. He came over and gave me a great big hug. He told me how happy he was for me, now that I had made the grade to spend my summer in Greece with my godfather. We said goodbye as he had to meet his mom in the parking lot; she was picking him up to go shopping. Another friend, Peter, came where I was standing and gave me a pat on the back. I asked about his grade and he said "B+." "Congrats," I told him, knowing that for him, the B+ was a great improvement. Peter came from a dysfunctional family; his step-mother would verbally abuse him and his father was hardly around. He was at the race track almost every day, and when he was working, he was away from home because his job was to demonstrate the company's products to distributors all over the country. Peter asked if I could give him a lift, so I told him I was going to my last guitar lesson before the summer holiday. The conservatory was near Peter's house, so it was no problem. I told one of Carol's girlfriends to tell Carol "bye" for me because I knew she had a project to finish with the school newspaper. We got in the car and drove off, chatting and listening to some music playing on the radio. "So, you must be so stoked to be heading for Greece and sailing this summer. I'm so fucking jealous, you lucky prick," he said jokingly. "Got that right, pizza breath," I laughed. "Pizza breath" was the nickname Jason and I gave to Peter because that was what he ate ninety percent of the time. "So, how big is your godfather's yacht?" pizza breath asked quizzically. "I never asked him; all I know is it has five cabins and sleeps more than ten people." Peter let out a low whistle. "Your godfather must be really loaded." "Well, he married one of Greece's hottest singers, he owns two night clubs, a few bars, and a chain of restaurants, so yeah, he is loaded alright." "You got to post lots of pictures on your Myspace account or send me some with email," Peter said seriously. "Sure thing, bro, I'll even send you some home-made porn to show you how it's done; you need all the help you can get," I replied, laughing at him. He poked me in the rib, and elbowed each other. We laughed and joked around 'till we were on his street. I was going to park my car here because it was safer and only a three minute walk from the conservatory. Peter thanked me for the ride and waved at me as he turned away and walked toward his house. He was such a good friend, but his home situation had alienated him from too much of a social life since his parents had never given him any money to go out and have fun. He was too proud to keep accepting money from us, his friends, so he stayed home, writing. Who knows maybe one day he would publish something. His stories were good; his hero is Steven King and he tried to imitate that style and feel in his stories. One of Peter's vampire stories had been so scary it had given me nightmares for months. I walked toward the conservatory, my mind swimming with plans on what the next few days would be like as I was getting ready for my summer vacation. After guitar lessons, I would go home and tell my parents my grade and hopefully they would keep their promise and buy me the ticket to Greece. My godfather had offered to pay for it, but my parents insisted that if I got good grades, they would be happy to. Mediterranean Baby Blue Ch. 01 I arrived at the conservatory. It was a large, renovated Victorian building with immaculately manicured hedges lawn and a quaint garden. As I walked up the four steps to the entrance, my ears were greeted with the cacophony of violins being tuned. Once inside the building, the acoustics and sound-proofing muffled the sounds of the violins and I could now hear the mellow lobby music being played over the intercom. The lobby was painted in a light olive color and there was dark wood paneling about three feet high around the walls. The reception desk was across from the entrance. Rich brown leather waiting seats with glass side tables were spread strategically around the room. Real over-sized plants and gray-scale framed-pictures of instruments finished the look of the room. "Hello, Anthony. How's my favorite musician?" asked the familiar voice of Ms. Reed. I flashed her a big smile. Ms. Reed was the receptionist, a woman close to fifty years old. She always looked proper with her white hair done up and always wearing her strand of pearls with matching earrings and button-down sweater. Her eyes were very light blue and always playful. I bet she had broken a lot of hearts in her younger days. She beckoned me to her desk to take a candy from the dish, my favorite chocolate mint. She always had candies on one side of the receptions desk, and on the other side, potpourri. This time the potpourri had a cinnamon vanilla scent, and it gave the whole room a country feel. I took one candy, and thanked her, and exchanged the usual pleasantries with her. I was the first to walk into class. I took my seat and waited for the others to arrive. There were five of us left in this class, since one student had dropped out for unknown reasons. Next came in Trish and Stacy, the twins. Super cute, older than me, but they looked and dressed much younger. The teacher Kris soon walked in. He was about twenty-seven years old and he was one of the coolest people I had ever met. He played at the local bars and pubs and he already had a decent following. I bet soon he would sign a record deal. His songs were good; in fact, some were catchy. Next came in Heather, a sweet red head... Nope, I take that back. She wasn't sweet, she was downright sexy. Her long, abundant, reddish-gold, curly hair was worn well below her shoulders. Her full breasts and ample hips actually complimented her; I could not see her being skinny as most of the women her age, who looked like starving children from UNICEF commercials. She usually dressed in sexy Goth clothing, more like a Gothic queen or noble. Her walk was slow, deliberate, and assured; her hips and ass swayed and caused men to get hard just by looking at the sensuality of her walk. As if she sensed I was thinking about her, she flashed me a provocative smile and placed a hand on my shoulder. She then purred in my ear, sending my dick into a throbbing slow dance. Darn her, she always played with me and Kris that way. Many times she had said that if she ever became a vampire, she would turn Kris and me first so we could make love to her for eternity. I think Carol had a feeling about Heather wanting me because she did not like her at all, and I think the feeling was mutual on Heather's part. Heather was the woman I wanted as a mistress. I don't think I could live her lifestyle, but I dreamed about having a secret affair with her many times. I would imagine sucking on those large white breasts with the pink nipples in my mouth. Like little grapes, I would tease and bite on them. Then, I would think about licking her shaved plump pussy lips, tasting her distinct juices. She had a Myspace page, and there were some provocative revealing pictures of her. One time she emailed me some nude pictures of her to ask my opinion of her body piercing and new tattoo. The close-up of her pussy and piercing made me jack off on the spot. As soon as I touched my cock to masturbate it, I shot cum all over the screen of my laptop. After that, there was nothing that she would say or do that would shock me. When I first read her online profile, I had found out that she was bi-sexual and liked mainly bi-sexual men and women. Her favorite band was Evanescence and she worshiped Amy Lee, the lead singer. In fact, she was taking guitar and piano lessons to do cover songs of that band. I kind of liked Heather's covers of Amy's songs more than the originals and had told her so, which got me a big hug and kiss. Heather had also got me into jewelry making; I started taking classes together with her every Saturday morning. She worked as an assistant to one the cities fashion mongols and made a decent living for a twenty-one-year-old. She was my best non-school girlfriend. I knew if I gave into her lust, she would take advantage of the situation and have sex with me, not thinking of our respective relationships. Keith came into the class last. He used to be a total geek. Now he was a was a metro-geek (part metro-sexual, part geek). He and one of the twins, Stacy, had been an item since six months ago. Stacy had helped with Keith's new image. Stacy's parents were real financially well-off. They were into gold and diamond mining and prospecting and had hit a few large gold veins that yielded a lot of gold. I heard last year they netted around twenty-four million dollars. Stacy helped her parents spend some of that money. She had showered her "horsy" with abundant gifts, including a new wardrobe of fashion-victim clothing. In fact she had given him a total make-over. "How is my horsy?" asked Stacy as Keith sat down. They each had a pet name for each other; she called him "horsy" because he was well hung, which had giving Keith an ego boost and helped him with his new persona. "Usagi," he said simply, cupped her chin, and moved closer to her to peck her lightly on the lips. Her pet name was a reference to Sailor Moon's civilian name. Both of them were Japanese wannabees. They were also both learning to speak Japanese and had planned to go on a trip to Japan before the end of the year. I loved hearing them speak Japanese and I had even picked up a couple of phrases. If you looked up "cute couple" on Wikipedia, Keith and Stacy showed up as examples, we always joked with them. "Since you're all here, should we start class earlier and maybe get out a bit early since it's a great afternoon outside?" asked Kris, looking to each of us for confirmation. We all agreed. "OK then, since this is our last practice before the school concert, and the last day for your fifth-year lessons, let's make this a good session." We practiced the performance we were to give at the school concert for about forty-five minutes without a break. "That's a wrap, well done, see you all Sunday, and please try to be there early, now get out of here," Kris said and handed us each the final program for recitals and concert on Sunday. We started to pack away the instruments, sheet music, and such. Heather came close to me; I smelled her exotic fragrance before I heard her say. "You've had a weird look on your face all through practice. Anything up?" I turned around to see her staring at me intently. "Well, I got an "A" at school, which means I going to Greece for the summer, for one thing." "Oh, I am so happy for you!" She said genuinely and came closer to give me a hug. Her hug was close and tight. She subtely brought her knee up to my crotch and began to rub it as she leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Is that all? I have a feeling that look on your face means more than that." She could always read me I thought. I laughed in her ear and whispered, "Maybe tonight I will become a backdoor man." She laughed at my reference and pushed me away from her, faux disgust showing on her face. "The thought of MY Anthony with his slut getting down and dirty makes me mad. It's me that should be your Cleopatra!" Then she bent to my ear and whispered. "I'm so fucking horny, I think I will go play with myself in my van... you know there's room for two in there, right? I laughed at her. I then did a corny vampire impression. "When you bite me, we will spend a lifetime in sin together," I said, bowing to her. "How about if I give you a hickey. Do I get one fuck at least?" she asked, showing me her teeth. "I don't know... if I pinch you, do I get to squeeze your tits?" "You don't need to pinch me for that, silly," she said as she took my hand and placed on the cleavage of her full breasts. My hand in-between those mounds of joy that I had dreamed about sucking so many times. I looked in her eye and saw the same want I was feeling. If this was not the school, things might have played out differently. But at the moment, I needed to diffuse the situation. I pulled my hand away, not knowing what else to say, I said, "You would never be happy with me; I'm not Lestat." She just shook her head. I went back to packing. As soon as I was done, I blew her a kiss and walked away without looking back. She yelled after me to call her with the details. I lifted my hand and waved. I made my way to my car, got in and pressed the speed-dial on my cell phone to call Carol. "Hey, baby, I'm going to drop off some things home, grab a bite and a quick shower and then I'll be right over." Carol told me the key was at the usual place so I could let myself in and go right up to her room. That day, my parents had a networking meeting after work. On nights like these, they usually didn't return home 'till past midnight sometimes and if they met really interesting people it would be later than that. It took me all of five minutes to get ready before I rushed out of my house and over to Carol's house, I found the key where she had said it was and let myself in. When I got to her room, I saw she was wearing a white bra and panties and she was laying on her belly, reading a book. She had large headphones on and was listening to music, kicking her legs in the air. The curtains were drawn shut and she had lit some candles, only her reading light was on. I did not want to scare her, so I dialed her number from my cell. I heard her phone ring, after ring number five she reached for the phone, but she kept her eyes on the book, she took off her headphones and answered with a simple "hello". "Nice panties. Can I take them off with my teeth?" When she realized I was in the room, she took a stuffed toy from the floor and threw it at me. She then opened her arms and I went to her. We hugged and started kissing. "Mm... you smell so good, baby, is that a new perfume?" I asked her, smelling her neck. I had a smelling fetish and Carol always surprised me with her scent. "You know me so well, lover boy. Yeah, it is." She started rubbing my chest. I slipped one hand under her bra and started to play with one of her tits. I loved feeling of her nipples getting hard; soon enough I was rewarded with a hard, perky nipple. I started to fondle both her nipples with my fingers, sensing the pleasure I was giving her. She pushed her chest closer to me and our kiss became very needy. I had waited for this moment all of my life; I didn't like being a virgin. It frustrated me. If I didn't love Carol so much, I would have lost my virginity long ago. Now, the thought that I was going to lose my cherry in my girlfriend's hot asshole made me excited. What would the insides of another person feel like wrapped around my cock? The anticipation sent shivers all over my body. My cock felt as if it was trying to stretch out beyond its size. It actually started to hurt, this is the first time, my cock actually hurt from being so horny. She undid her bra. When I saw her light brown, perky nipples, I dove into them, sucking them and lightly biting them. Carol loved me playing with her nipples and so did I. She reached over, trying to undo my jeans, but the angle was awkward. I helped her and soon she had my cock out and was stroking it. She let go off my cock, stood up on her bed, and took off her panties. I also got up, kicked off my shoes, then took off my jeans; by then she had her hands on my t-shirt trying to slip it off over my head. "Suck my clit, baby, I need to cum so bad... I've needed too since this morning. I wanted this moment to be special for us," She said as she laid on her bed. she placed her hand on the insides of her thighs and spread her legs. She invited my face to her pussy by opening her vulva for me. I needed no further encouragement. I placed my chin just above her clit area and I used it to squeeze up; this gave me easier access to her clit. The tip of my tongue touched the little hard clit as she gasped in delight. She rewarded me by taking my cock in her hand, slowly lowering my foreskin and started licking the tip of my cock, using her tongue she tasted every section of my cock-head, and then went back to licking the tip. We had both become good, at the sixty-nine position. Since we had been doing it for about fours years now to relive our sexual tension. I sucked and licked her clit and soon she moaned, releasing some juices. I liked the taste of her juices and lapped up as much as of them as I could. I stuck one finger in her now-wet pussy and picked up some of the musky-tasting liquid. I placed the finger on her asshole. She was so tight, it took a few wiggles until she relaxed and took half my finger up her ass. I wanted to loosen her asshole so I could get my prize, the prize I had waited for so long: her ass virginity. When she came the second time, she relaxed a bit more. Her asshole opened up and I was able to finger-fuck her. I attacked her clit with a renewed passion as her expert cock-sucking sent shiver after shiver all over my body. "Fuck yeah; I can feel your warm wet tongue licking me and it's sending tingles all over my body," she said as she moaned and thrust her hips to meet my thrusting finger and tongue. "Fuck my ass now b... baby," she said as she had another orgasm, and she whimpered with ecstasy evident in her voice. I asked her where the lube was. She told me where to find it. I got up, went to get it. I also reached into my wallet for a condom, which I had stored in there for a occasion such as this. She got on all fours and puckered her ass for me. It was a perfect ass with her vulva plump and inviting and her asshole crowning the crack that separated the two plump ass cheeks. I had to taste it first, so I stuck my tongue as far out as it would go and started pushing it into her asshole, after a few thrusts my tongue slipped in her hole. "Baby, Mm, that feels so, so good." She placed both hands on her ass cheeks and opened herself up for me to go deeper, I pushed and wiggled my tongue as much as I could, applying saliva to help lube her up so I could force my tongue deeper into her ass. The taste was surprisingly sweet. I got more into licking and sucking on her puckered rosette. I was ready. I got up to fuck her virgin asshole. "Um, don't stop baby, why are you stopping?" She begged for me to continue. "I need to take you now, I'm about to burst." I said as I squeezed lube on her ass-crack just above her asshole. I watched mesmerized as it dripped toward her hole. She moaned in pleasure as she squirmed feeling the liquid traveling to her asshole. I squeezed some more lube on my fingers and placed them on her hole, pushing in 'till two of my fingers were buried in her. When I thought she was ready, I rubbed my cock with lube, then placed the head of my hard cock against Carol's rosebud, applying more and more pressure until my cock passed through her sphincter. Carol screamed. I stopped and let her get use to the girth of my very hard cock head. Feeling the walls of her rear-end love-tunnel made me very anxious to put all my cock in her. After about one minute I pushed a little more. "No, no, no, it hurts so bad, please hold on," she said, pleading. I waited and pulled out a bit and then tried to enter her again. She started whimpering, placed a hand on my abdomen and pushed me away. By now I was starting to lose my cool. I was real horny and frustrated. I wanted to fuck her. Her asshole was milking my cock as her muscles tried to adjust to the assault. I wanted release so bad, I was just going to push all the way in, and hopefully she would get used to it. As I was getting ready to thrust, my eyes glazed over like a shark attacking its prey. I heard her say "please take it out". Was I hearing this, or was my mind playing tricks on me? "Huh?" I said, sounding like a goofball. "Please take it out baby, I don't think I can do this, it just feels bad and it hurts so much." I could not fuckin' believe this shit! I just sat there, with my cock head in her, hoping she would change her mind, but she started pulling away. I was having none of this shit; I held her hips in place and I was going fuck her ass and she was going to do it, whether she liked it or not. "What are you doing? Take it out now; it hurts," she said crying as tears slowly started to fall from her face. I quickly snapped out of it wondering what had gotten into me and slowly pulled out. "Sorry, baby, I was just hoping you would change your mind." "I, I, just can't do this," she said in between sobs. "It's OK, I guess," I said shrugging and went to hold her because now she was full-out crying. I thought to myself, only Carol would take the first night we were going to have something resembling intercourse, for the first time as a couple and make drama out of it. I did not know if I wanted to laugh, or cry with her. I held her head to my chest and felt the tears run down. I felt bad for us, for this situation, and I had no idea how to handle it. So, I just held her and told her everything was going to be alright. After about ten or fifteen minutes, she stopped crying. I wasn't sure exactly how much time passed after that, feeling rather surreal about the whole thing. She took my now-limp cock in her hand and asked me if I wanted her to jerk or suck me off. I told her no, it was OK, that I did not need it. I think she was relieved because the moment was awkward or at least I knew it was for me. "Hey, you want to go out and maybe sneak a drink from somewhere?" I asked her, wanting to diffuse the silence and this weird moment. "No, I'm not up to it. Tomorrow I have a early day because I promised to help decorate the gym for the ceremony." I tried a few more times to convince her to come with me, but she insisted she did not want to go. The vibes between us started becoming cold and I decided I needed to leave with or without her. "I see. Do you mind if I go? I need a drink," I said. She told me it was fine, that I should go. Standing up, I started to get dressed. I picked up the condom from the bed; in the heat of the moment I had forgotten to wear it. I placed it back in my wallet as she stood still watching me. I looked at her and said, "I guess we can save it for another time." She could read the disappointment on my face and her face showed signs of worry and concern. "We have our whole lives ahead of us. I guess I'm not ready yet, but you leaving for the summer made me want to try, as a going away present, sorry it turned out this way." I told her it was OK but inside, my heart told me otherwise. For the first time, I was starting to question my relationship with her. Not because she didn't let me fuck her; there were other differences about us and the way we were brought up. My family was open-minded and left wing; her family was ultra-conservative. The only entertainment her parents had was playing bridge. They went to church every Sunday and Carol attended church functions. I, on the other hand, was spiritual, but I hardly attended church. A couple times when I brought up that we would have to get a civil marriage because either of us wanted to convert, She always changed the subject. There were other issues also and my head started to swim in thoughts. Mediterranean Baby Blue Ch. 01 "Penny for your thoughts," she said giving me a weak smile. "Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about my trip," I lied. I started to walk to her for a hug and kiss and she did something I thought was rather odd. She had suddenly rushed under her bedspread as I had started to take a step towards her. Nevertheless, I kissed and hugged her for a bit. "Are you going to be OK? Are you sure you don't want to come get some fresh air?" She assured me she was going to be fine. I broke the hug and walked to the door, I blew her a kiss and then I let myself out of her house. I got into my car and just sat there completely lifeless for a few minutes, wondering if I had handled the situation correctly. But then again, I had never been in this type of situation before? What was right or wrong? I admitted to myself that I was clueless. I turned on the ignition of my car and looked up to her window; usually she would sit in front of it waving as I left. She wasn't there this time. I waited a few more seconds before shifting into reverse and turning back to see if the road was clear. As I sped away from her house, I looked in my rear-view mirror. There was Carol, looking at me through the window. I took one last look before I turned the corner and watched her curtains close. I tried to put this situation behind me. This was the first time in my life that I truly felt like I needed a drink. =========================== End of Chapter 01 -- The Grade. Mediterranean Baby Blue By Christian G. Kay Copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay All rights reserved. Mediterranean Baby Blue Ch. 02 Edited by CopperSkink November-19-2009 Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. Please read and abide the disclaimer from chapter 01. * CHAPTER 02 -Velvet Twilight. My mind was cloudy, my thoughts in turmoil concerning my relationship with Carol. The last thing I needed right now was to spend time alone. I was in such a somber mood. I was going to get a drink and try to forget this evening's events. Maybe some music and a drink would make me able to get past this hurdle. At first I thought I would go to "The Earl's Home," our favorite hangout, in search of maybe a house party or a friend that had access to alcohol. Most of our friends hung out there though; I was not in the mood for them asking where Carol was. So, I started thinking where else I could go. In fact, I wanted to do something new. I felt restless. I remembered that Heather told me Wednesdays at the "Velvet Twilight" nightclub were better than the weekends. There was no cover, drinks were on special, and they always had good indy bands playing. The crowd was rowdy, young, and sexy. Being close to six feet tall and having one of the best fake ID's, I had gone clubbing before, I guess some people associate height with age, but then again there were times I was sent home. I decided to change so I could fit in with the underground Goth crowd that were frequent regulars at the club. I stopped home, all my siblings were home watching TV. "What's up?" I said, as I walked in. "Nothing much," said Mary, who was four years younger than me. Daniel was about two years younger than me and he just shrugged. When he got into a movie, not even a earthquake could move him. My youngest brother, Justin, was the baby of the family. He was seven years old and excitedly ran to me and gave me a big hug. I messed up his hair, grabbed him and tickled his sides. He giggled loudly as we started wrestling, attempting some fake wrestling moves as I let him get me into a headlock. We annoyed Daniel so much that he had paused the movie. "Tell me when your done messing around so I can watch the rest of the movie." Daniel said not hiding the annoyance in the tone of his voice. "I think Daniel wants us to show him some WWF love." I said to Justin as I picked him up and threw him on the couch next to Daniel. We cut off the "DON'T" he was about say as we tackled him on the floor and pinned him. He soon got into the fun and we had a mini fake wrestling match. We were all laughing and even Mary could not resist and jumped in to help us hold Justin as we tickled him. After a few minutes of playing around we stopped to catch our breaths. "Oh, mom and dad called. They said not to wait up, they will be late," said Mary, then as a after thought she added, "By the way, what grade did you finish with? Darn, I thought, I forgot that today was my parents networking meeting. "A, thank you very much." I said with a smirk on my face. "Grats, Bro." said Daniel and both Mary and Justin added their congratulations. "Woa, that means your probably going to get to go to Greece this summer," added Daniel. "I hope so bro, I really hope so," I said. They all assured me that mom and dad had said they would buy me the ticket, and would let me go. That lifted my spirits up a bit. I really loved all my family, my parents were more like friends to us, and all our friends that had met them, thought they were super cool. I told them I planned to go out with my friends, and to tell mom and dad I might be late. Mary told me to write a note and place it on the fridge, as my parents had instructed me to do when I would be out late as she doubted anyone would be awake when they came home. I thanked Mary for reminding me. I started the note with the date, then followed with, "Hey Mom and Dad, I'm going out with some friends to celebrate my "A." I will have my cell on if you need me. Hope your networking meeting went well. Anthony." I then placed it right on the front door of the fridge with the red magnet, where I was told to leave messages for my parents. It kept things simple, one location, no confusion. I told my siblings I was going up to get ready, Justin waved at me, and the other two were back to watching the movie. I decided to take another quick shower. Though I was thinking about it, I resisted and did not jack off in the shower. The thoughts of sticking my cock in Carol's ass was still deeply embedded in my thoughts. When I finished showering, I turned the music on some random radio station. A heavy guitar solo blasted from the speakers and I bounced around to it as I started looking into my wardrobe for something Gothic to wear. I wanted to fit in with the crowd. I decided to wear some distressed black jeans, black leather beetle boots, and a white shirt with frills in the front and the sleeves. It was something I had picked up for a theater group I attended when I played in a Shakespearean play. I took three silver rings, two necklaces, a variety of bracelets, and a large loop earring from my jewelry box. I had made the box; it was studded with semi-precious stones. I liked to adorn items with stones: jewelry boxes, daggers, snuff boxes, canes, masks, chalices, and any other items I found intriguing. I also made some interesting jewelry. I sold most of my items at the local fairs and some through word of mouth, mainly from family and friends that promoted my work. In fact, I had close to ten thousand dollars saved up for when I would get into college next year. A good portion of my savings was from the items I had sold. I looked at the mirror, satisfied with my Gothic look. I left the house and headed for the Velvet Twilight. Constant thoughts of not getting to go all the way into that sweet round ass, continued to creep into my brain. I immediately turned on the radio for distraction. I parked the car a few blocks away form the club, close to Heather's place. As I walked to the club, feeling the cool night breeze on my face, I played the events of this evening once more in my mind. I was still unsure how this was going to play out with Carol and me. One thing was for sure though, I needed to get laid soon. I had been so close to shoving my cock up her ass by force, that I kinda scared myself a bit. Was I really so desperate? My cock came back to its attention stance, thinking about how her asshole muscles milked and squuezed my cock-head. "Holy ant farm colonies, Batman!" I thought to myself as I turned the corner and saw the lineup at the club. I thought I would walk down the line to see if Heather was there, or anyone else I knew for that matter, and suddenly I felt like I needed some company. The line was way too long, so I decided to walk to a nearby cafe to kill some time and have some tea as I waited for most of the queue to dwindle down. As I turned to walk towards the cafe, I saw a real sexy, sleazy dressed girl in a black leather bra top, black-and-white-pattern catholic school girl skirt, and abundant jewelry ornamenting her different body parts. Her long, silky, raven-black hair was to her waist and the breeze picked it up and blew it around playfully. There was something vaguely familiar about this girl. As she turned to walk to her friends, the wind lifted her way-to-short skirt, reveling a perfect ass clad in skimpy, black thong panties. The thoughts of that ass made my cock so iron hard that I needed to adjust it. She was talking to two couples as she started to groove to the spill of music escaping from the club. I was still staring at her ass, and I think one of the people talking with her caught me looking and told her. She turned and looked straight into my eyes. "Busted!" I thought to myself. She smiled and called out my name as she writhed toward me sensually with assured, long strides. Wait, how did she know my name? As she came closer, I realized it was Eleanor from school, the girl who had a crush on me since the sixth grade. "Wow," I thought to myself, she was real hot and different in makeup and her Gothic look made her look like a porn star, but in a good way. "Hey Anthony, what are you doing here?" She said as she leaned in for fake air kisses on the cheeks. I took in her scent. Musky, fresh, and dangerous is what I got from her fragrance, feeding my fetish of smelling women. My cock agreed with the scent and gave me a few tingles. "I needed a drink and to celebrate my grade," I said to her as I checked her out a bit more from close up. "Where's Carol and your friends?" she asked. Fuck, Damn! This was the question I came to this club to avoid. I hope this night would not become a mass of thoughts about Carol, I needed to keep her out of my mind. "She wasn't feeling well, and also, she has to get up early for a function at school, so I came alone." She beamed when she heard Carol was not here tonight. "You want to go in?" she asked me, motioning with her head to the club's door. "I was going to go have tea at the cafe and wait 'till the lineup thins out a bit." I said. "We don't have to wait in line." She winked at me. She then gave me a sexy smile, took my hand, and walked to the door of the club, where she was greeted by a smiling doorman. She said something into his ear, and they both shared a laugh. The guy sized me up a bit as Eleanor gave him a peck on the cheek. He smiled and opened the door for us. With a deep voice he asked me, "You have ID, right?" I simply nodded my head and and smiled, trying to look confident. "Welcome to the Velvet Twilight; have a good time. My name is Anthony; let me know if you need anything." I smiled and replied, "What a wonderful name; mine is also Anthony." He patted me on the back as I walked passed him. We entered a long hallway that was painted black with some type of sparkling overcoat that made the wall come to life with glitter. Oversized paintings depicting regal looking people in all types sexual innuendo poses. Rich, red velvet drapes pillowed on the top part of the walls and sides of the paintings, framing each painting. The material swayed from the breeze of the door opening. At the far end of the hall was a lobby. Medieval and BDSM contraptions decorating different areas of the room, and dark red velvet couches and chairs trimmed in gold-painted wood gave the room a rich feel. The coat check area was to one side. A booth for when they had ticketed events on the other side lay dormant. The entrance to the main club area and the upper levels were in front of us. There was also one door next to the coat check that was probably a common bathroom for both sexes, because the door read, "Guys and Gals, enter at your own risk." I made a mental note to check out that room later. Eleanor guided me into the club, holding on to my hand tight. I couldn't get enough of her ass, and I took peeks at it whenever I could. We wandered around the club until she found the booth that her friends occupied and introduced me to them. They all seemed nice and were friendly to me. One stood up and motioned to a waitress to come over and then treated us to a round of shots. He ordered the club shot called "Velvet Red". She returned, and on the count of "three" we all threw back and swallowed it down in one swoop. It had a bittersweet taste, reminding me of Campari. It went down smooth though, giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. The club was slowly filling up. People walked in, looking around the club, trying to find a good place where they could dance, have access to a bar, or a good place to watch the band from. Some people were already on the dance floor, dancing to the loud music as the DJ slowly built up the tension and created a electric atmosphere. This guy or girl was good; I was going to find out who it was. I took a better look around the club as I headed for the bathroom. The walls were painted dark red and distressed, some accent walls were dressed in metal, rusted in some areas and highly polished on other areas and sealed with a high gloss shellac. There were little corners everywhere, little private areas, and some private rooms where couples could get away from the crowd for some private time. The second floor was hollow in the center making it look like there were balconies all around the club. There were three full bars and a few service areas. Small single person stages dotted the dance floor and later in the night, club dancers and some club patrons manned them. All in all the club was really nicely done. I went into the bathroom, and there were a couple of guys in their mid-twenties that looked like they just came from the set of a Bram Stoker vampire movie, dressed in noble looking eighteenth century clothing. I think I was looking at them a little too intently as I was taking a piss. They looked back at me and sized me and my cock up as I was pissing. They invited me to join them. I blushed and just smiled at them, shook my dick dry, and went to wash my hands. As I left they still made attempts for me to join them in a menage-a-trois, calling me pretty boy and handsome stud, and offering to suck me dry. Even though the compliments came from horny guys that just wanted to get their rocks off, it still gave my ego a boost. By now there was a steady stream of sexy people entering the club and igniting the atmosphere. I made my way back to the booth, everyone was up mingling and moving too the heavy beat of the music being pumped by the speakers. I joined in and bought the next round of shots, then we all danced and mingled some more. I could see people setting up the stage for the upcoming show from our spot. The party was definately under way. Everything became fuzzy, sexy and wonderful after I gulped down the fourth shot. The DJ played a new remix of a old Moby tune, and I could see people flooding the dance floor. Their hands were in the air and they were jumping to the rhythm of the beat. Eleanor guided me to the dance floor, holding onto my hand so as to not lose me in the crowd. She still held my hand after we reached an open area on the dance floor. Looking at me she grabbed my belt pulled me close to her, and started to move sensually to the music. I stood there for a while, taking in her sexy moves. After a bit, I started to dance with her. The music had me in its rhythmic grips, modern dance moves guided my body to a endless worship of the beat. Eleanor placed a hand on my chest. She slowly moved one hand between the buttons of my shirt and felt my nipple. I looked at her and smiled, neither encouraging or discouraging her. Bodies all around us engaged in all types of dance motions while others swayed with their hands up in the air, yelling shouts of encouragement to the DJ. I could smell the sweet scent of sweat, fragrances and sexual apprehension in the air. It was invigorating. The music came to a screeching halt and the club turned pitch black. I felt Eleanor come closer to me, holding fast to my arm. People started talking loudly and yelling. A strobe light flashed once and we saw the band appear. Screams of elation filled the club in anticipation. The strobe light flashed two more times. The room still dark, the anticipation building even more. I got shivers down my back. I joined the crowd and howled, primal instincts taking over, and the alcohol in my body making the experience surreal. Eleanor's lips touched mine; at first I kept my lips tight, closed, reluctant to let her tongue join mine in a ritual of lust. Though my mind told me no, my body suddenly decided otherwise. I melted into her kiss, returning the passion she showed me. Wailing sounds from the band's keyboards sent the crowd screaming, the strobe lights turning on and off making it look as the room was filled with people from a twenties movie. The guitar joined the keyboard in the intro, it sounded familiar, the room went into a frenzy. As people recognized it as being the cover song of "She Sells Sanctuary" by the Cult. When the drums hit the intro beat, the room erupted in lights and firework effects. Everyone in the club was on their feet jumping up and down to the beat, waving there hands above their heads, joining the band in singing the song. They were being so rowdy, some of the song was lost to my ears. Eleanor had turned her back to me to look at the band then started moving her body sensually against my crotch, making me want to cum in my jeans. The band's version of the song was darker with more bass and drum beats than the original, the singer was incredible, his range was inspiring as I just listened in awe. All the band members wore makeup. Gothic and BDSM clothing expertly put together to give a rock-star effect. They all looked so sexy, you could tell some of the girls swooning were going to have wet panties soon if they hadn't already. Eleanor reached behind her back and slipped one hand down the front of my jeans. She held my cock in her hand and after the initial shock, I felt the pleasure of her strokes. To add to my excitement, her ass continued to rub up and down my crotch. I started to move and thrust my pelvis in enjoyment and knew she was slowly trying to build me into climax. Unbelievably, the song built harder and harder. This band was beyond good; the lead singer played with the crowd, touching his body suggestively, making a lot of people scream. I was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I had never felt this sensation before. It was like morphine and I was becoming addicted to this new high. Carol would never do this to me in public, but Eleanor showed no inhibitions what so ever. I ran one hand down her spine, she reacted by pushing her body closer to mine. I lifted her short skirt up a bit from behind and slid one finger into her pussy. She was already wet and ready for me. She stroked me harder and faster even though she was in a awkward position. Her ass added to the pleasure as I felt her ass cheeks rub against my crotch and hand. Her hand was now needy for my cum. She moved her ass to the beat, and she was sending me to the point of no return. The drinks, the music, Eleanor's scent, and her hand on my pulsing cock meant... I was going to betray my love for Carol for this moment of lust. But as Gable had once said, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." "I'm going to cum," I whispered in her ear. She responded by pushing her ass closer to me and clumsily stroking my cock harder. I did something I would never have done with Carol. Both of my hands reached around to Eleanor's front and under her skirt. I pushed her thong aside and stuck fingers from both hands into her wet pussy. The chaos of the atmosphere was still strong and electrifying as the band continued with their first set of music. The darkness of the dance floor and the bodies around us concealed our playful lust. I rubbed her clit and finger-fucked her, trying to reciprocate the pleasure she was giving me. I tensed as I was about to cum and sucked on her ear and neck trying not to moan, grinding my pelvis on her as I started to shoot load after load of hot sticky cum on her hand. "Fuck yeah, baby," I moaned in her ear, thrusting and cumming on her hand. When I was done, she took her hand carefully out of my pants and started to lick the cum off her fingers. Once she had it all in her mouth, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I suddenly became hard again, tasting my own juices in her mouth for the first time. The heat and lust of the moment was mind blowing. We kept kissing until all my cum was swallowed. "Anthony, please fuck me now!" she moaned into my ear as she undid my zipper. She fumbled trying to reach my cock. She bit my lower lip and started to kiss me hard and hungrily as she pulled my cock up out of my pants. Mediterranean Baby Blue Ch. 02 I was in a daze. She had taken over and I was letting her. This had been the first time in my life that I had lost control over my thoughts and actions. "Ass or pussy?" she asked as she started licking my earlobe. I was already raging hard again; this woman was something. And to think, I could have had her years ago. No wonder some of the guys she had been with, said she was one of the best in bed. "A, ass," I said, almost stuttering, wondering if I had made the right choice. "Do you have a condom babe?" She asked. "Damn straight, I do!" I said, feeling proud and relieved I still had one in my wallet. I reached for my wallet and pulled it out of my back pocket. As soon as I fished out the condom, she grabbed it from my hand, ripped it open, and expertly rolled it onto my cock. She reached and did something under her skirt, probably lubing herself with her pussy juice. After that, she quickly smiled up at me, fiercely grabbed my cock, aligned it to her asshole, and pushed until my cock-head was in her. With one hard thrust backwards, she had impaled herself onto my shaft. I think I was seeing stars, or was it the light show? I was finally getting laid, losing my virginity in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by people while a hot Goth band rocked the venue with tune after awesome tune. She acted as if she was dancing and grinding, something a lot of couples were doing on the dance floor; I now wondered if others I had seen at parties and clubs had actually been fucking like this. This was rutting, lustful, primal, and dangerous. This was not love-making. I felt no love for Eleanor, just pure lust. I wanted my cock in her, to reach her inner depth. I did not care if it hurt or felt good. I was indifferent to her needs and just wanted to satisfy mine. All I wanted to do was to cum into her hot ass-tight velvet insides. This is what recreational fucking was about after all, each person involved taking what they wanted and needed right? I thought trying to reassure myself. I grabbed her waist and slammed myself harder into her. She reached up with one hand, placed it behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I stuck my tongue out and she sucked it as if it were a tit, trying to milk it. I reached for her clit and rolled it between two fingers, then I started to rub it. She sucked harder on my tongue as she shuddered and had a orgasm. I actually felt her cumming because her sphincter clamped down on my cock, heightening my pleasure. My sack got tight and I began to squirt my load. This was another new feeling, being so hot and horny, the cum rushing to my cock and feeling my cock-head bulge with every squirt. And there was no need to pull out or warn anyone, just release my load without a care in the world. On the last squirt, I told her I was cumming and pushed my pelvis out to meet her thrust. She moaned and had another orgasm. We just stood there for a while. I tried to catch my breath, unwilling to pull my cock out, even though I was spent and it was slowly shrinking and beginning to fall out on its own. "Wow, that was good," I told Eleanor, holding her close to me. "It was for me also, the feeling of your cock thrusting in and out my ass was sweet, I love your hard cock babe" she said above the noise of the music. The band announced it was the last song of the first set and some people yelled out for more. Hearing that I pulled my cock out slowly. She reached into a leather pouch that was strapped to her thigh and pulled out a tissue. She reached for my cock, pulled off the condom, cleaned my cock with the tissue, and put it back into my pants. She wrapped the used condom in the tissue and casually dropped it on the floor. I then noticed for the first time that some people were staring at us and others giving us glances of approval. I had the feeling we had just provided them with a free porn show. I turned red, my ears burning hot as the high of lust completely subsided. Eleanor excused herself to go clean up in the bathroom, and I went and got cleaned up as well. As the last song from the band had finished, the dance floor started to empty out. I was walking back to the booth, and there in front of me, there was no mistaking who it was: her hair, her ass, I was sure it was Heather! I walked over to where she was dancing with her friends and whispered in her ear. "So, what do I get again for a biting your neck? She spun around, surprised. "Oh my god! I can't believe you're here," she said, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a long, swaying hug and friendly kiss. "Where's Carol? "She didn't come with me," I shrugged. "You're here alone?" "No, with a friend from school and her friends." She raised her eyebrows leeringly. "So, do I know her?" "Eleanor," I shrugged again. "The one that's had a crush on you? The slut?" I nodded my head. Heather started to laugh. "I think the world is coming to end," she exclaimed, and she realized her friends were watching our exchange. She introduced me to three girls and two guys, all of whom worked in the same company as Heather. They were all dressed in high-end Gothic fashion. One of the guys and one gal held on to my hand after shaking it a bit longer, giving me the impression they liked what they saw. "So, this is the famous Anthony you've been telling us about?" one of the girls asked. "Yes he is, and you better keep your distance from him, bitch! I know that sultry look in your eye," said Heather, but I think she was joking, or at least I hoped she was. They all laughed at the exchange, and I was relieved. Last thing I wanted was a cat-fight because of me. Come to think about it, I wouldn't mind seeing a cat-fight behind closed doors. "Listen," I said, "I have to go tell the people I'm with that I want to hang out with you guys a bit, where will you be sitting, so I can come back and find you? "We came late and couldn't find a table," said one of the guys. "If you would have called and reserved like I told you too, we would have had one," retorted Heather, "I told you this band is hot, and it always jam packs the clubs." The guy just waved Heather's apparent annoyance away with one hand and mouthed the word bitch behind her back. I could not help myself and cracked up laughing. I think I ratted the poor guy out because Heather then gave him a nasty look, Which turned into a sneer. They both then called each other a bitch, laughed and gave each other a high five. I told them we are occupying a large booth with my friends, there was room for all. I told them to follow me as I lead them to the direction of the booth. I shot a few glances back as we made our way through the crowd to make sure I didn't lose them after saying excuse me one squillian (an infinite amount of zeros) times. We were pushing, groping, and prodding through the wave of bodies that danced to the music, but we finally reached our destination. Everyone was there except for Eleanor. I introduced the two groups to each other and they all seemed to accept each other's company; they even started mingling with each other as I filled Heather in on today's drama. Heather jaw was slack the whole time. She could not believe the turn of events. Eleanor returned, and I introduced her to the newcomers. They all complimented her on her sexy outfit. She beamed and thanked them. She placed her arm around my waist, now acting a bit possessive. I let it slide for the time being; one thing for sure was that I didn't want a new girlfriend. I wasn't even sure what to do with Carol; my mind was still in a fog on that one. I grabbed Heather by the waist, mimicking Eleanor. I now had a sexy woman on each side of me. The music was getting good again. I started moving to the beat and both girls followed my movements. Heather's friend that had forgotten to reserve a table for them, pulled out a gold credit card from his wallet and waved it in the air. Soon enough there was a waitress there taking orders for drinks. I told the guy since there were so many of us, we should go Dutch, but he told me not to worry about it since it was a corporate card. I later found out he was Heather's boss' son. After our drinks arrived we all cheered each other on for various things and mingled, having a good time. One of the girls had a thousand jokes to tell; she was hilarious. My ribs hurt from all the laughter. The DJ was playing up a storm again, and the girls wanted to go to the dance floor, so arm-in-arm we went. We found a nice spot close to the stage since the band would come out for the final set soon. We were hopping to the music, hands in the air. Half my shirt got pulled out of my pants so Heather pulled the other half loose. Seeing that, Eleanor undid the top three buttons of my shirt, exposing my hairless, smooth chest. Wanting to outdo Eleanor, Heather undid the final buttons of my shirt. They were both giggling unstop. I just watched as these gorgeous women playfully fought each other over my affections. Eleanor then placed one hand on my chest, playing with my nipple. Seeing that, Heather placed her hand on my other nipple and had a stare-down with Eleanor. I thought there was going to be trouble and was about to tell them to knock it off, when the unexpected happened... "Ask her if she's bi or is okay with bi women," Heather said to me, as her eyes focused on Eleanor's face. I played along and asked Eleanor. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not... Why?" I repeated what Eleanor said to Heather, smirking as the girls faced off. "This is why!" Heather said with a evil grin as she leaned into Eleanor's face, pausing her lips a sliver away from Eleanor's and in a flash, their lips clamped against each other's like magnets. So, there in front of me, they were French kissing, and my face had the front seat view! Their hands still playing with my nipples. My jaw dropped open as I stared at them in fascination. I even started drooling. It was a given that my cock wanted to be a part of this action. I managed to close my mouth after a bit and just exclaimed, "WOAH!" "OUCH! Motherfucker!" I yelled as Heather pinched my nipple so hard, it sent waves of pain through my body and had startled the shit out of me. I was not expecting that, and I had been dazed from paying attention to them kissing. "Bitch, be careful with the nipple," I told her with a hurt look on my face. I think my lips were pouted because I usually do that when I'm absentminded or concentrating on something, and in this case, the girls kissing. But then something weird happened: The pain and sexual tension, complimented each other a bit, it was a new sexual high. The girls put on a lesbian innuendo sex show for me as the DJ blasted tune after tune, driving the crowd and increasing the musical tension in the club. We danced, moving so explicitly it would be rated XXX. We all kissed, switching between each other. Heathers kisses were full of exploration, her lips full and soft, nibbling and biting me now and then. Eleanor's kisses were wet, lustful, and needy, whimpering as we kissed. I was having the time of my life! I did not want this night to end; I was on a natural high! I had just lost my virginity and it instantly made me into a sexual predator. The sheep was dead and now the lion was born! I wanted to fuck more, I wanted to thrust my hips and have my cock infiltrate a pussy, that was my next conquest. I wanted some pussy and I wanted to dominate. The band was on-stage getting ready for the second set; I offered to go back to the booth to get our drinks. Most of the people at the booth were standing on the couch and coffee table, getting ready for the band. I exchanged a bit of chit chat and informed them about where on the dance floor we were and asked if they wanted to join us for a closer view of the band. When I returned with the drinks, the girls were close to each other, holding hands and moving to the beat as they chatted. I got their attention and handed them their drinks. The club lights dimmed off; after a few seconds of darkness, the light show danced along with the opening guitar riff cover to the Limp Bizkit song, "Break Stuff" began to play. The band's cover version of the song had a more dance feel to it. Slowly, red flood lights were turned on, painting the whole club red. The lead singer got the crowd to sing with him. At one point of the song you could tell they were building up to the crescendo; after a one-beat pause, the whole club erupted in a chorus and screamed together the lyrics of the song, "Break your fucking face tonight!" I had to admit, I really liked this band and this music. The music was live, raw, and the band members were very talented. Next, the band played some of their own tunes, and I made a mental note to download them to my MP3 player. The girls and I danced, laughed, and chatted, and I felt free for the first time in my life. My love for Carol had staggered my youth, I realized. I had become too serious, too soon. I was too young to think about getting married and settling down without experimenting and living my life a bit. My father had warned me about this. He wanted me to make sure I did what was really in my heart because committing to one woman and starting a family in your early years may be commendable, but was also very dangerous, as you might blame your spouse for staggering experiences. I pondered it a few seconds longer thinking that I now understood the truth behind his words. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the patrons scream their approval for the next song, the band's cover of "Sex Is on Fire" by the Kings of Leon. The band played the intro riff of the song over and over as the lead singer introduced the band members to us, and we thanked them with applause and cheers each time a band member was introduced and then announced this would be the last song for the night. It seemed as everyone knew the song, the whole club was shaking as everyone jumped up and down. When they sang the chorus for the first time, "Yeaaaaho... Your SEX is on fire!" the biggest fireworks display of the night erupted as laser lights gave the room a psychedelic feel. Everybody in the club went crazy! At one point I was worried that the club would cave in, the whole building was shaking so much from all the jumping. But then the adrenaline kicked in. Youth... danger took second place to enjoying the moment. My fears were forgotten. The girls and I sang to each other "your sex is on fire" over and over again as we bounced to the beat. Both girls took the liberty of feeling my hard cock through my jeans every time we sang the chorus. This had become my favorite band and my favorite club in just the few hours I spent here. The band thanked the crowd by waving at them and throwing out CDs and t-shirts as they left the stage. The non-stop applause and show of adoration from the crowd sent shivers down my spine. The room filled with fog as the DJ took over again, and the laser lights gave us another show. The music was a bit slow, but I think they do that on purpose at the clubs so people have a chance to take a break and get a fresh drink. It's one way that club owners control the crowd and make money. If they kept the people on the dance floor all night, drink sales would plummet I bet. I was getting the munchies, so I asked if the girls were too. Heather told us she could make a large batch of spaghetti with meat sauce, and that we were both welcome over to her loft for a bite to eat and a nightcap. Her loft was only a few blocks away from the club. We walked back to the booth to ask the others if they wanted to join us, but they all had other plans. So, after exchanging goodbyes and promising to keep in touch, we went our separate ways. On the way out, a guy, that looked to be in his mid-twenties, stopped me in my tracks by placing a hand on my shoulder and said in my ear, "Nice going, man, those chick are hot!" I expelled self-pride and realized how lucky I was in the eyes of most of these guys. How most of them come to clubs hoping to pick up a date, and here I had two beautiful, sexy dates, one on each arm, and they both lusted after me. As we left the club, Anthony, the doorman, held the door open for us and looked at each of us. "You're not planning on driving drunk, right? I'll call a cab." "Aw, you're so cute when your serious, Anthony that's why I'll say 'yes' when you ask me to marry you," joked Heather with him. Eleanor leaned close to his face and kissed him on the cheek. "We're walking to Heather's loft," I told him as a matter of fact and thanked him for caring. We winked at each other and the he waved us off. With chained arms we walked cheerfully towards Heather's loft while chatting and singing bits of the songs we had heard tonight. The night was mild. The air, fresh. The moon, close to full, sat high in the sky as it provided ample light for a walk. Our steps, loose and wobbly from the lingering effect of alcohol. My spirits were high. For the first time, I felt free and complete. I planned to bite Heather and get the fuck she had promised me. I wanted to practice my newly-found predatory skills to stalk and seduce Heather. Little did I know I was the one being stalked, and not by one, but two predators. * End of CHAPTER 02 - Velvet Twilight. Mediterranean Baby Blue All rights reserved.