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Monsoon

By: jamboy18



Thunder roars outside our house as the electric din in the walls fades away and all the sound that’s left is that of the rain on our window. The power just went out. Luckily, we don’t have anywhere to go this evening…

It’s summer, shortly after 6:00pm. The day started partly cloudy, progressed through the afternoon as partly sunny, and by the time the sun would be just below the horizon, the dark clouds of the monsoons filled the dusk sky.

Only the lights of the city illuminated the outside world, aside from the occasional lightning flash.

We fumble in the dark for a minute or so, searching for a flash light, some candles, and a portable radio.

As a dim ambiance begins to glow throughout the living room, your beautiful face comes into view. Your eyes sparkle and the lights in them dance with the reflections of the candles’ flames. 

I touch your cheek softly and you smile, I take your hand and sit with you on our sofa. Sick of listening to weather reports and flood warnings, we tune the radio to a smooth jazz station and enjoy the brief break from our everyday lives…

I slowly slide my hands from your waist, up your body slowly… over your breasts and around your arms, up to your shoulders. I massage you gently as you rest your head against my chest. You’re laying against me with your back to me, you can feel me breathing and hear my heart beat.

I massage away all your concerns and stress from the day and wonder how long it’s been since we’ve done anything like this last – it makes me sad that we haven’t taken much time to ourselves lately. I miss you a lot, and I want to make this time special…

You feel a soft kiss on the tip of your ear as my hands begin to wander, over your shoulders and down your front, grazing your breasts again and resting at your tummy. Your hands come up and touch my face, and then my shoulders and then slide down my arms to my hands, as you guide them over yourself.

You slide off of the sofa and then turn around in front of me, kneeling on the floor as you slowly strip your blouse off. A mischievous grin spread across your soft lips, a longing look lingers in your eyes…

Moving slowly still, you stand before me and crawl over me on the sofa, straddling me as my gaze wanders from your eyes and lips, down your neck, follows the soft line of your bra strap and the contour of the cups that hold your breasts in place, down your tummy and your naval and back up again.

Just the sight of you makes me writhe under you slightly, my hands resting on your hips as I lean up to kiss you softly…

…while we kiss, you continue with our plot and slowly begin to unbutton my shirt. I take a deep breath, my hands sliding up around your back to the clasp of your lacy bra. Expert fingers masterfully accomplish their mission as the bra falls free from your breasts and shoulders and lands on my exposed chest.

You giggle softly and sit up to take it off the rest of the way, followed by the removal of the rest of my shirt. You scrape your nails down my chest and purr softly. I smile up at you playfully and reach up with my left hand to touch your cheek and neck softly. My right hand has other plans, as you realize when you feel the tips of its fingers pinching your left nipple softly. I roll it between them and resume kissing you.

I want to tell you how much I love you, but I don’t have enough words to describe it… so tonight I’m doing the best I can to show you, instead.

I do what I can to cup your whole breast in the palm of my hand as I continue playing with your sensitive nipple – it hardens underneath my gentle touch.

Nibbling on your lip softly, I trace a fingertip-line from the back of your neck, down your spine to your ass and let my whole hand slide over the soft curve and down your thigh… those jeans have got to go.

My hands meet at your waistband as I unbutton your fly and pull down the zipper slowly. You stand up before me once more and run your hands down your body sexily, biting your lip and looking me over.

We’re reminded of our environment as lightning flashes outside once more, followed by the deep echoed rumblings of distant thunder. Goosebumps are visible on your skin as you pull your jeans down slowly. Bending over with your ass facing me… you crouch down as the waistband of your jeans reaches the floor. Standing up straight and stepping out of them, you let your ass rest on my lap and grind yourself into me. I can feel the heat of your sex even through the sheer material of your thong and the cotton of my slacks.

My hands have a mind of their own once more and I reach out to touch you, letting a finger tug gently at the material of your panties. I let go and slide my fingertips over your ass, then up your back slowly.

You shiver and giggle again softly before turning back around to face me.

You kiss my tummy lightly as you kneel before me. Your hands find their way to my fly, making quick work of it and tugging down slowly on my slacks. A laugh escapes your lips as you discover that I’m not wearing any boxers today. I smirk, laughing inside and wondering what you plan to do – I discover that I won’t have to wait long to find out.

You follow my slacks with your eyes as my manhood is exposed for you. You gaze at it and wink up at me, before dropping my pants to the floor. Your hands slide up my legs to my chest and you dig your nails in lightly, driving me wild with anticipation. I can feel your breath on my now throbbing member. You know just how to tease me…

You grin, recognizing the look of sexual agony on my face as I wordlessly plead with you to stop teasing and show me how talented you really are…

A knowing nod and a glance back down at your prize; you graze the tip of my head with your tongue softly. Your fingertips making use of those designer nails once more as they lightly stroke my rigid shaft.

I flex myself before you, promoting another soft giggle before you envelop my head between your supple, glistening, cherry red lips. I feel your tongue try to wrap itself over me as you slowly begin taking more and more of me into that furnace you call your mouth.

Gasping lightly, I run my fingers through your hair and watch you intently. You have no idea how insanely incredible it feels when you do this… but you have a pretty good idea because of the look on my face right now. You keep your eyes focused on mine as more inches of my member disappear between your aforementioned perfect lips.

Then, you let it all slowly slide out, my member riding your tongue all the way, with one last pop at the end as you let the suction go on my head. A long stroke of your tongue down my shaft and to my balls and you begin to use your hands to please me as your lips begin enveloping the first most sensitive organ in my whole body…

Sucking very, very gently, you pull my balls into your mouth and love them with your tongue. Your hands pulling my foreskin slowly in short strokes, milking me as you proceed with your oral assault on my intimates.

I shudder as a shiver of pleasure runs from my balls and member, up through my stomach and into my chest. I take in a deep breath and close my eyes, laying my head back on the cushions of the sofa.

You release my balls from your mouth and give me gentle head, one hand cupping my balls, another resting on my tummy… my eyes flutter as the excitement, as well as the intense heat, grows within my body.

The parting of your lips allows my member escape from your captivity, its most willing prisoner sent on an unwanted leave as another one of your mischievous grins spreads from one corner of your mouth to the other.

You slowly climb on top of me until you’re kneeling on the couch, your sex just inches away from my chest.

Smiling down at me and biting your lip, you push my shoulders down slowly and I realize what you mean for me to do. I slouch in the sofa, becoming eye level with your intimacy…

…I smile back up at you and my hands slide up your soft thighs and around to hold your ass gently. First, I begin to kiss the insides of your thighs, leaving a butterfly trail all over except for on the soft lips of your vagina.

It’s your turn to take a deep breath and a shiver of pleasure; the goose bumps now returning to your soft skin, and rightfully so. As you soon realize while my lips lightly pull at the hood of your clit.

“Ah…!” Is the only word that escapes you.

I let my tongue flick over your clit lightly before proceeding to the rest of your most private parts.

Tracing my tongue between your soft lips in slow fashion, I pass over your opening and let the tip of my probing tongue dip in to taste you.

The musky scent of you fills my palate and I can’t help but to envelop the whole of your vulva under my lips. The flat of my tongue grazing over your intimates, finishing at your clit with my lips following suit, I suck on you gently. Using my bottom lip and tongue, I rub you from your spread opening up to your clit, over and over and over. All the while I continue to suck and use my lips to nibble on you.

Your body begins to squirm over me as you get even wetter from the passion of my oral exploration of your sex. My fingertips kneading at the soft flesh of your ass… my eyes closed in concentration.

Your hands run through my hair and gently pull it now and then. Intermediately, you grind your hips to rub your soaking intimates over my face… I can only imagine how you’d react if I had done the same to you…

Extremely excited but not yet satisfied, you pull yourself from my lips and smile down at me, letting your body slowly slide down over me.

I wrap my arms around you and hold you for a moment, kissing your neck softly as your body rests, straddled on top of mine.

Slowly, I grind myself against you, aching to be inside you…longing for the feeling to be part of you again…

You wipe off my lips and laugh, realizing that you were even wetter than you thought, before you kiss me softly. Your hand slides down between us and strokes my member again gently, its hardness returning quickly with renewed strength.

A deep breath from both of us and your jaw drops slightly as you lower yourself onto me, slowly easing me inside of you.

Shivering a bit from the suddenness of it, my eyes flutter with the pleasure of it, and my muscles flex with the anticipation of it… your tightness accepts me into you with a moment of effort.

As I slide into your warm depths, you close your eyes and lean your head back slowly, using your weight to complete the penetration. Our hands entwined together at our sides, we stay in this position a moment. The only movement is our slow, careful breathing, and the rain rolling down our window panes.

I take a moment, internally; to think about the evolution of the way we make love. Traveling back to the days when we were just dating. Clumsy fumbles in the dark, passionate, rushed, and naïve… that’s the way everything is when you’re young and in love. But however immature it might’ve been, it was sincere. As we became steady, we had sex frequently, you were always on the pill and I was always wearing a condom. I laugh in my head… glad that we discovered the shot, which lasts much longer and is more effective, long term. Our sex became focused, intense, and masterful. Like a dance, like tango… passionate, zestful.

Slowly, you begin to rotate your hips, riding me gently in the dim candlelight. I lean forward slightly to take one of your nipples between my lips and suck on it, my hands holding your body as our passion grows.

Riding harder, but not quite bouncing, you push me back onto the sofa, your hands on my shoulders, and you make love to me with an intensity that I haven’t witnessed in a seemingly long time.

I didn’t need any imaginary imagery to accompany the sight of your body writhing and riding me, your breasts bouncing slightly on your chest as you arch your back and continue with our lovemaking.

I focus on the way you feel inside. I concentrate on how tight you are, how warm and how wet you are. My eyes studying your sexy figure as best they can in the night. Lightning illuminating your full form for a split second as the heat of passion rises up your body, engulfing you in fire.

I bite my lip, the pace of my breathing quickens and I watch the expressions of pleasure and ecstasy on your face.

A moan escapes your lips, as your riding becomes even more intense. I hold your body tight with my hands, my own body reacting out of my will and responding to each thrust you make as you confess your love for me.

The moments pass like they were milliseconds, and what would have normally been 20 minutes, turns into something that feels like an eternity and an instant all at once.

Waves of pleasure flow from your body and into mine, echo inside me, then slide out back into you. This cycle continues thousands of times for each second we pursue this union.

In simpler words, you fuck me until neither of us can even think clearly. The trembles of impending orgasm rumble deep in our psyche.

Our bodies covered in a thin coat of glistening sweat, our hearts beating fast in our chests. You’re the first to succumb to the explosion of sexual energy inside you…your muscles tightening and your body rocking without effort over me, riding your orgasm until there’s nothing left of anything but you and me.

As you get lost in your pleasure, I feel the pressure build inside me, like magma building up underneath a mountain before a volcanic eruption. My grip on you tightens further, and I force my eyes open to watch you cum for me…

…I explode inside you.

Thunder roars outside our house, electronic devices chirp and beep, and the din of power rises slowly as the house comes back to life.

It stays dark… we had the lights out anyway.

Your body, still glistening with sweat sprawled over mine. Our breathing has returned to normal, I still lay holding you.

“I miss you so much baby…” I whisper into your ear.

“Shhh… that’s something we need to remedy, love…” You respond in a barely audible voice.

I kiss your lips softly, and you return the kiss. You lick my lips softly and slowly grind against me, rotating your hips and reminding me that I’m still inside you.

“…but Daddy, I don’t wanna get up…” You whimper playfully as you realize we haven’t even had dinner yet.

A tight hug followed by the draping of a soft blanket over us lets you know that we can just order pizza tonight. 

Monsoon in the Desert



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Darkness rolled across the sky way off to the south, striking a sharp contrast to the vivid streaks of pink and orange that highlighted the desert sunset. Sunsets in Arizona were always nice, but the sunrises always reminded me just how beautiful life can be. They were my signal to live my life to the fullest every day. 

A storm was brewing, I just didn't realize how bad it was going to be. The cloud of dust could be seen as far as the eye could see. This storm became what they called, "The Great Haboob." Anyone caught driving would lose visibility and likely crash if they didn't pull over and stop.

The storm was later reported to be ten-thousand feet high at one point, and fifty miles wide. It literally covered the entire city and flights had to be halted at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. 

Dust was only part of the problem. The severe thunderstorm that accompanied the dust packed a serious punch. Micro-bursts hit like mini tornadoes and the horizontal rains brought on flash flooding. 

I actually watched my tonneau cover rip away from my truck bed and cartwheel down the street into the back of a Honda. The windows of my house trembled as the wind howled all around. A tree in my neighbor's yard, directly behind me, split and dropped a third of its forty foot size directly into my backyard. 

When the bulk of the storm had passed, the entire neighborhood came out to witness the carnage. The sheer destruction was incredible. Brick walls were blown down, Spanish tile roofs were shredded, and I saw a car crushed beneath a downed tree one street south of me. 

For many people, here in the desert, the monsoon season is welcomed. It provides a form of entertainment, except when it's your stuff flying away or getting pummeled. The lightning shows are fun to watch, but you know when they hit too close. The hairs stand up all over your body, the smell of ozone floods your nose, and the crackling thunder makes you jump out of your skin. 

I am one of those who welcomes the monsoon. As a freelance photographer, I love to catch the crazy images monsoon season produces. Selling the pictures I take is a bonus. It lets me know people honestly enjoy the scenes I capture. 

I have done calendars for the past nine years. I started off with the brilliant sunrises we have here in the Valley of the Sun and then included the wild lightning storms. Capturing thunderstorms is the highlight of my summers. Let's face it, the heat makes everyone want to be anywhere but here in the summer. 

I now sell ten different calendars with different themes and make a respectable income. 

It was during "The Great Haboob" that my life changed and led me on to a different path. I'm Sam Mills, bachelor extraordinaire, as of today. Some would say I am in damn good shape, others would say I have life on a string, most would say I have the biggest heart.

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I'm doing very well for myself at thirty-one years old. I had a great job, and a hobby that made money. I used the money I made from my first two years selling calendars as my initial investment in a bank owned property. As business soared, I quit my day job. 

I would keep an eye on the bank owned properties and take a tour of them when I was ready to make a purchase. 

My last purchase was for twenty homes, four years ago. The banks were giving deep discounts to investors who would purchase an entire lot that the bank packaged together. It cost me sixteen cents per dollar at their current appraisals. I figured that was good considering how bad the market had taken a beating. 

I was not expecting to start making money off these homes. Most of the homes needed very little work in order to rent them out. Quite a few of them were in incredible condition, with premium floors, granite countertops, and top of the line appliances. 

The master bath in the house I would live in was truly a work of art. It had a walk in shower, big enough to fit four people comfortably, and enough shower heads built into the walls to accommodate everyone. I love that shower!

However, three of the homes the bank put in the package needed serious work. I would need to put up another chunk of cash to make them livable. 

That wasn't going to be a problem with the amount of equity I had in the properties. I hired Jim, a handyman, to deal with the smaller issues. He had hit hard times when he took his retirement at twenty years. The economy was in the toilet and he was on the verge of being homeless.

Jim was in his late thirties and knew his way around fixing almost anything. He would become my property manager and good friend. Jim was a veteran who enlisted at eighteen. He had divorced his cheating wife. She picked him up from the airport after being deployed fifteen months in Afghanistan. She was eight months pregnant. I'm not sure how she figured Jim would believe it was his, or if that was her way of telling him she had moved on. 

The divorce wiped out his savings as the courts split their assets. Decent jobs were scarce and Jim was having a hard time getting on his feet. Part of his compensation would be a home he could live in rent free. 

Anyway, one of those homes had to be gutted. The stench of animal urine and mold, along with the damage to the walls, would be costly and time-consuming. It looked as though the people who had owned the house had lived like pigs and then destroyed everything they could before they left.

The orange home improvement store loves my business and has even volunteered to help fix up a couple of homes being utilized for my program. They have done everything from landscaping and painting, to installing blinds and flooring. 

Ten of my houses are now used to help people. Sometimes one family will stay in a house up to a year or more, as long as the adults in the house are going to school and work at least part time. 

Other times, individuals will share a house with others, trying to get back on their feet. I try to match up personalities and people with similar life experiences to help the continuity of the house. 

There is no drinking or smoking allowed while they stay. They are not permitted to throw any parties, but guests are encouraged as long as it helps their situations. 

We help them with government assistance, educational and vocational programs, job searches, résumé writing, mock interviews, and financial counseling. I'm not going to say we can help everyone who comes to us, but our success is evident by the amount of donations we get back from people we have been able to help. Grants have also given us another source of revenue.

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For the long haul these properties were my nest egg, or sell in case of emergency fund. I felt that at my age, I could help others, given my financial luck. 

I started a non-profit organization to help people get on their feet, in particular, for veterans, but I look at each situation independently. My father was an enlisted Marine who died while serving when I was just seven years old. 

My mom had no family to turn to and was devastated when he passed away. He wasn't killed in combat or anything dramatic like that. He had developed pneumonia and died three days later. That's what the uniformed man said when he came to the door while I clung to my mom's side. 

My mom didn't cope well and ended up leaving me with my uncle Don. Why she never came back was a mystery to me. He was a Marine as well. He was much older than my dad and had that can do attitude. He instilled in me the drive that I carry with me today. 

My uncle never sugar coated anything, except when it came to my mom. He was tactful when I asked about her, and I asked about her a lot during the first year. He expressed his thoughts about my mom and never said a bad thing about her. 

As the years rolled by, I won't say that it got easier, but I didn't think about my mom nearly as much by the time I became a teenager. Around the holidays I still felt a deep sense of loss, and I always made something for her in February, when her birthday came around. My uncle kept all the presents I made, just in case she returned.

I loved my mom even though I felt abandoned at times. I became a young man, mentored by my uncle. Work was built into my character and independence, in my nature. I never became rebellious and I did well in school. 

The small group of friends I had all moved on to college after graduation. We took a couple of trips to celebrate our freedom. The first trip we took, I lost my virginity with a girl I didn't know. 

We had gone camping at Lopez Lake, just east of Pismo beach. We had a great time hiking and swimming. We even rented some quads and rode the dunes. That was how I met Dee. To this day I'm not sure if that was short for Diane or Dee Ann, or if that was even her name at all. 

Dee was a good looking, enthusiastic, young lady, a couple of years older than my eighteen. Our group had spent most of the day with her friends riding the dunes, we had a blast. Her long, sandy blonde hair was hanging below her helmet, whipping in the wind as we rode.

As night fell that night, I would come to learn about the female anatomy and how we fit together. A first class blow job was performed like a porn star. She swallowed my cum like a fish in water and wanted more. Dee kept me hard after my first orgasm with a woman. 

When we had talked earlier, our groups were discussing sex. Several of us still claimed our virginity proudly. Dee took notice and wasted no time staking her claim on me. 

I was more than happy with the oral sex. As she continued to fellate my member, she kept whispering how much she wanted my cock in her. Once she was satisfied that my erection wasn't going anywhere, she mounted me. 

I won't lie, her body was average, but then again so was mine at the time. Neither of us was out of shape, just not as defined as we could have been. 

At seven and a half inches, I knew I was on the larger side of the spectrum. Dee tossed the condom off to the side instead of putting it on me. Obviously, she wasn't worried about getting pregnant or diseases. 

She rode my cock to the base and ground her clit against my pelvis. Once she started to orgasm, it was like a roller coaster. Every minute or two Dee would climax and come down. 

As I was getting closer, I asked her about changing positions. We settled on missionary where I felt more in control. I sucked on her B cups and noticed she liked to play with her clit while we fucked. 

I asked to change again. I gripped her hips and slammed my meat into her, doggy style. Her face was down and her ass was up, just like the song said. 

Dee was very vocal in that position. I'm not sure why, but in this position I knew I was diving deeper into her. My orgasm began to build and build, and when I exploded it felt as if a powerful wave crashed over me and flooded my senses.

I was extremely satisfied. I was able to hold out for a good twenty minutes, thanks to her oral expertise prior to actually fucking her. 

Dee and I did it four more times over the next couple of days, and even did anal once, before we said our goodbye. 

I discovered that I loved to give oral and enjoyed a woman who produced a lot of milky white cream for me to lap up. Anal was amazingly tight and smooth, and I enjoyed it immensely. 

We both knew a relationship would not come from our actions. I was thankful I didn't catch any STDs. One of my friends wasn't so lucky. He hooked up with several girls on that trip and boasted about his conquests. 

I knew at that time, being in a monogamous relationship, was more to my liking. I would not be as virtuous for another couple of years as I did sample a handful of women. I came to find out that all women are not created equal, and I enjoyed a wide variety of scenarios.

I was twenty-one when my days of sampling came to an end. Karen Johnson introduced herself to me while I was studying for finals at my campus library. 

She politely asked if she could sit at my table if she promised not to disturb me. No matter what she did at that point, I was disturbed. Maybe it was just my cock that stirred voluntarily. Her voice was the sweetest melody I had ever heard.

Karen was a drop dead, smoking hot, walking wet dream, made for fucking, mixed nationality with African-American descent, lady. She was standing five and a half foot tall and it felt like my cock was trying to become just as tall. 

Her outfit screamed 'come fuck me,' literally. She was wearing one of those "Liquor in the front, Poker in the rear" t-shirts that stretched tightly across her oversized D cup chest. The tight cutoff shorts showed off her perfectly shaped ass. It wasn't one of those huge asses you see on many black women. 

This woman's scent caught my nasal receptors immediately. Pheromones or something was in her musky scent. I just wanted to bottle it up and become a billionaire. 

Picture the face of Halley Berry, with long straight hair and a tiny tint of blue on black hair. Add in the boobs of Carmen Electra and the ass of Jessica Biel and maybe you can imagine what was staring at me. 

Oh yes, I was disturbed! 

I replied, "Yes please, suck down."

Holy crap, my thoughts were bleeding through to my speech. The curl on her lip told me she was not offended. 

"I mean, please, have a seat if your t-shirt is a reflection of who you are." I took a chance with that statement. I didn't want to scare her off but it seemed my previous comment was well received. 

"Of course it does," she stated as she pulled out a chair and added, "I routinely play on words."

Gorgeous, playful, and smart. I can live with that, I thought to myself. I looked around and noticed she could have sat anywhere. There might have been five other students in the whole place. 

I had confidence in myself and I never lacked self-esteem. This woman had shocked my system. 

"Are you fucking with me?" I said, looking directly into her milk chocolate eyes. 

Karen replied, "Not yet, but if you lick me up front, you can poke me in the rear, sometime down the road." 

"You have officially disturbed me now. You are going to make me fail my finals." 

Karen giggled and said, "Have I disturbed you, or only a small part of you?"

"The not so small part of me was the perfect gentleman. He stood up as your voice vibrated my eardrums."

"Pleased to meet you, Sam. You are every bit the gentleman that your cock is. Don't sell yourself short."

How did she know my name? When did I have a bulls-eye painted on my back? What did she want from me?

"You seem to know who I am. Who might you be?"

"I'm sorry, Sam, I might be Karen Johnson, word jouster and professional tease. You dated a friend of mine until a month ago, Cindy Caster. She told me all about you."

I was getting a little frustrated and replied, "Well, if you are done teasing me, I can get back to studying."

The look she gave me told me she was not used to being blown off. Cindy and I had a few dates and I knew she was not for me after our third. 

She could barely take half my cock in her mouth and didn't seem to enjoy my size. Cindy didn't like oral on herself and I can't say I was thrilled with her skills. We parted on friendly terms. I wondered why Karen was here busting my balls. 

"Who said I was teasing you, Sam?" Karen said, in a deep sultry voice as she slithered herself lower in her chair until she disappeared under the table. 

I was wearing my gym shorts and didn't have any undies on. Laundry was not high on my priority list with finals.

Next thing I knew, a soft warm hand slid up my thigh and was strangling my cock at the base. A slight groan escaped my lips. I caught myself before I drew the attention of the other students. 

Karen tugged on the waistband of my shorts and easily extracted my cock from its confines. My eyes darted to the left and the right. I felt the softness of her lips engulf my manhood. I had never been an exhibitionist or done anything where I might get caught in public, and I must say, it was exciting. 

My cock was being worked over expertly while her hand played with my balls. My knuckles were turning white as I gripped the heavy wooden table. I controlled myself well, only letting a few slight whimpers escape in the lowest of decibels. 

The closer I got to my orgasm, the more my member swelled. Karen's throat closed around my shaft as it began pumping my seed straight into her belly. She milked me for all I was worth before tucking my privates away.

Karen climbed back onto her seat with a smile that melted my heart while she licked her lusciously full lips. "Did that feel like I'm teasing you, Sam?"

My cock was still halfway hard. I was sort of delirious given my new found friend's actions and wanted to know just how far she would take it. "If you were not teasing, you would bend that ass over the table and beg me to fuck you right now."

Karen had a devilish smile, naughty and sexy. Without hesitation she pushed her chair back and bent over the table. Her beautiful breasts lay on the table with her nose only inches from mine. The smell of strawberries were remnants of her lip gloss. "Like this, Sam?" Then she whispered, "Please fuck me." 

I wasn't expecting that response. Where in the hell did this incredible creature come from? I played it cool, or at least I felt like I had my poker face on. And boy did I want to do as her shirt stated. My studying was out the window, at least for a little while.

As much as I wanted to take her up on the offer, my mind was still trying to grasp what just happened. I needed some clarification about this entire episode. 

"Why me, Karen?" 

She slowly slid her rock hard nipples back to her side of the table and took her seat. I couldn't tell if she was disappointed that I didn't take her up on her offer or not. 

"After you stopped seeing Cindy, she told me all about you. Well, at least what she learned about you. A few days ago we had seen you in the food court and she went on and on about how she wasn't experienced enough to enjoy being with you."

"And," I said, knowing there had to be more to it.

"And she wasn't exactly comfortable doing some of things you wanted to do. You know, giving and receiving oral. She also said you were larger than what she had experienced."

I was curious and wanted to know if these sort of conversations were normal among women and if they talked about anything other than sex.

"Is that what women discuss about guys?"

"No, she talked about how smart you are, and how you were self-driven. She spoke about you having an inner passion for living life. She thought you were a great catch for the right woman. By the time we had finished our conversation you had disappeared. I was interested in you but I thought it would be tacky to ask her for your number. I saw you here today and thought I would introduce myself."

"I think that has to be the best introduction I have ever been a part of!" I stated humorously. 

Karen could tell I was taking my education seriously. She took a seat next to me and we talked for a little while. She took the position she had earlier and asked me if I thought she was teasing. I asked her for a date right before she left. She accepted and kissed me softly. I tasted a mixture of strawberries and cream, my cream. 

I sat there for a good half hour, dumbfounded. This goddess of a woman had breezed into my life. I wasn't sure if she wanted to fuck me to death or if she wanted something more. 

Our date was two days later. Karen was the whole package. Not only was she a knockout, she would have a great career dealing with sports injuries and rehabilitation. We both wanted children once we were established financially. 

She was so free and open about what she wanted out of life. She never had a problem getting dates, but most of her dates wanted her body, not her mind. I saw her as an equal and enjoyed our conversations and banter.




Monsoon in the Desert



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We became exclusive from that point on. I graduated with a B.A. in business management, but my passion was photography. Karen still had a year before she would graduate but she was already working in her field. 

Karen and I moved in together after she graduated. She assumed the job of decorating and redecorating. Our home became a contemporary work of art, and cost as much as a Van Gogh. 

I posted many of the pictures I took on Facebook. One of my cousins told me I should make a calendar. I thought it was a great idea. 

The actual cost per calendar depended on the size I wanted to make. I started off making small calendars and progressively offered larger sizes as my business took off. 

I kept my management job in a retail store and enjoyed the challenges that came with the position. However, I knew I would not want to do it forever. 

I would spend my days off, hiking. There was never a shortage of trails to climb here in Phoenix. The more I climbed, the harder my body became. 

Karen and I had a very, very active sex life. Not only was our frequency abnormally high to average people, the places we did it were in public many times. 

We did it on the side of a mountain in the snow, on the back of a boat on a crowded lake, in a movie theatre, during the matinee, and we even visited an adult shop with small theatres inside.

The adult shop had the typical individual booths, but they also had four small rooms where people would watch porn together. 

Holding her hand tightly, we investigated each room. One room was hardcore straight sex with four guys sitting in different parts of the room. The only light in the room was from the flat screen on the wall.

In the next room was an all anal movie with another three guys. One of those being a big black guy openly stroking his cock. 

Another room had a couple of guys watching a girl on girl flick, both stroking away but sitting right next to each other. 

The last room was guy on guy. The room had ten heads that I could see, but there may have been some I couldn't see. 

We walked back to the straight room and I think Karen was felt up by a couple of guys standing in the hall. I felt her jump a little as we passed them by.

The room had a fifty-inch screen and full surround sound that was filling my ears with sex. Along the back wall was a bench with chairs spread out all across the room at random intervals. 

Having Karen in this sleazy porn shop with nothing but guys jacking off in each room was weird. It wasn't my idea to visit this place. Karen suggested it and of course I was open to it. It sounded like a good idea at the time. 

You would have thought we were dropping food and supplies to starving people in Africa. The pack of jackals that gathered around us was intense. 

Karen whispered in my ear, "Just go with it." She controlled the entire situation. I had serious reservations about being in there at all. 

She was dressed in a short silky summer dress that stopped mid-thigh and she wore no panties. I was in a t-shirt, hiking shorts and flip flops. I left my underwear off at her request before we left. Now I was wishing I had a suit of armor. 

The pack of jackals had grown to eight that I could see. If there was a time I wanted a set of eyes on the back of my head, this was it. 

As only Karen could, she distracted my attention and had me hard without a problem. I was sitting in a chair in front of the bench, facing the screen while she took a seat on top of me facing away from it.

The woman on the screen was being fucked by three guys. My mind screamed at me to take my woman and leave this shit hole as I pictured Karen in the movie. 

Most of the guys kept their distance but I felt them closing in. Karen pressed her tits against my face and hugged me tight while she worked my cock into her slippery passage. With her head hanging off my right shoulder and her tit in my mouth, she began to ride me slowly. 

I closed my eyes while trying to concentrate on Karen and cumming fast. I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. It was one thing to be fucking in public, but it was something completely different to be surrounded by a bunch of horny guys wanting a turn. 

I could hear moaning. I told myself it was from the movie. I knew better and yet I didn't stop and drag Karen out of that sex cave. 

I just about freaked out when I felt fingers slide across the outside of her lips and touch the sides of my cock. 

"Shhhhh," Karen hushed me as I almost jumped out of the chair. Her right arm was no longer wrapped around my neck. The fingers were gone so I thought maybe she had moved whoever's hand was copping a feel. 

Karen moaned loudly and her vagina tightened around me as she had an orgasm, or so I thought. We were rocking that chair so hard I thought it was going to break. The rhythm we had was different. We had done this position many times before. 

She was grinding her clit against my pelvis and I was getting close. You know that old saying 'lost in the throes of orgasm?' That was me at that time. I was overwhelmed by the entire scenario playing out. I was so close but I couldn't quite get there. 

Karen's pussy seemed to relax. A few seconds later she squealed and it tightened up again. Then I heard a pop no farther than a foot from my ear. I knew that sound. Please tell me she wasn't sucking a dick, I said in my head. I wasn't sure if I was turned on and wanted to look, or disgusted she would do that.

My eyelids rolled open like in the old cartoons as I felt a giant set of balls smacking against my own. She had a cock in her ass. The black guy we saw stroking earlier had buried his pipe into her. 

Now I knew that was the second cock she had taken. I grasped both ass cheeks and buried my cock and came in her familiar, tight wet pussy. His cock slid out and her pussy relaxed again. The fucking bastard slapped my hands with a huge piece of meat, then came all over my hands and her ass. 

My cock deflated faster than an elephant sitting on a whoopee cushion. I told Karen, "We're leaving right fucking now!"

The crowd dispersed quickly, with the exception of the big black son of a bitch still stroking at least eight inches of cock. 

"You all come back again sometime. I'm here at the same time every week," came booming from the asshole with the radiator hose. 

As the door closed behind us, I turned to bitch Karen out. She had cum dripping off her lips, chin, and spots all over her face. I grabbed her hand and was greeted with even more. Both of her hands were covered in the shit. I turned her around, lifted her dress and spread her ass. A river was flowing from her gaping hole. 

I shook my head as tears filled my eyes. If she would have talked to me about her plan to involve me in her gangbang, I would have told her she was on her own. In the heat of the moment with sex overloading my senses, my judgement had been clouded.

A deep sense of loss overtook me as I hastily made my way to my car. The ring I had bought was sitting in my home safe. I wondered what the return policy was. 

Karen didn't say a word for the first couple of miles. She started crying. I was more pissed off than I have ever been. I ran my hands through my hair. More cum in my hair just added fuel to the fire. 

"What the fuck, Karen? I didn't sign up for this bullshit. I have someone's jizz in my hair! I have cum in my fucking hair, Karen! You are covered in sperm! Your ass looks like a geyser of cum exploded from it. When were you going to tell me you wanted to make me a cuckold?"

Through her sobbing she said, "It got out of hand. I didn't plan for that to happen. I'm so sorry, Sam." 

Unbelievable! I just spent the last six years of my life thinking I had found the one person I could trust with my life. Now my world was shattered. I needed to leave the house. My mind was all twisted up. 

I pulled into the garage. I didn't say a word as I walked in to the house. By the time Karen made it to the bedroom, I had packed a bag to last me a few days. 

Karen saw what I had done and pleaded with me to stay and talk with her. 

"I can't do this right now, Karen. All I want to do is smack the shit out of you. You have no idea what I feel like." I had to leave before our neighbors called the police. 

I had never yelled at Karen in the entire time we had been together. Sure, we had our spats like any normal couple does, but my voice had never reverberated throughout the house. 

"Kick my ass if it will make you stay, Sam. I didn't realize it would turn out like that. I'm so, so sorry, Sam." Karen sputtered between her sobs. 

I grabbed my bag and walked out. "Clean that shit off of you!" I yelled as I started my car. I wasn't even sure I was coming back or would even call her. How could she think this would be all right? 

Ripping out of my driveway, already dialing a local hotel, I reserved a room. I stopped by my local mini-mart for some much needed alcohol. 

After checking in to the hotel, my first order of business was a shower. I recalled my buddy sleeping with all those girls and getting an STD. Karen put our lives on the line for that? I couldn't fathom the thought. Has she ever heard of HIV or AIDS? I was about to lose my mind.

I was pondering the choice I made, going to a place like that. Why didn't I just get up and pull her out of there when my gut told me to? Was that what Karen intended to happen? We had done some pretty daring things over the course of the last six years, but we never involved anyone else. 

Alcohol was on the menu. A quick check of my phone showed fifteen missed calls and forty text messages. I couldn't help reading the text messages. Karen begged and pleaded for me to come home. She apologized in about half of them. 

"We won't ever do that again," was the one that stuck out. WE didn't, but she did, or so I told myself. Did my own curiosity play a part in this? Why did I close my eyes? Did I just play my role as I always had when Karen and I did our sexploring? "Just go with it." The words now rang out loudly, they were no longer the whispering from my lovely partner.

I texted Karen and told her to go to bed, then turned off my phone. I proceeded to polish off my pain killer and then I passed out.

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A thin strip of light peeked its way between the thick drawn curtains. The invisible vice had my head ready to burst. A check of the clock revealed a blurry ten something. I surmised the alcohol wasn't a good idea. Check out was at two o'clock. I had to make a decision on whether or not to stay.

I needed another shower and my toothbrush. My stomach was growling at me and I missed the continental breakfast. 

My phone booted up and alerted me to another twelve messages and fifty-three texts, the last one had a time stamp of 7:23am. She was right last night, we needed to talk. I was in no frame of mind to do that last night and I probably wasn't in any shape for it right now.

The restaurant next to the hotel was one of my favorites. The family had a chain of restaurants, each of them run by someone from the family. Karen and I were considered regulars and even enjoyed the friendship of several members of the family outside of the business. 

Natalie ran this location, but often had her father, Joe, around for support. She had been married and had gone through a bitter divorce. She told me how thankful she was that they didn't have any children together. 

Natalie was a good looking woman, a few years older than myself. Her Italian descent showed through her features. The high cheek bones and luscious full lips accented her long dark hair around her olive smooth skin. 

Joe was a good guy who moved his family out of Chicago back when disco ruled the night clubs. We played golf every couple of months and I took the opportunities to pick his brain about business, life, and family. Family meant a lot to an Italian man out of Chicago, and it didn't always mean by blood. 

I came through the side door and snuck into the bar. I took a seat at a booth and waited to order. I didn't want to have company nor explain my current condition. Eric, the bartender, was at my table within a couple of minutes. I ordered the classic Italian sub with real Italian beef, a garden salad, and a water.

Replaying the event in my head from last night, I realized the entire episode could have been avoided had I taken control. Karen had always been the one to initiate our more exciting sexcapades. I always enjoyed them and went along with them. I decided at that point what our conversation was going to entail. 

Natalie brought my food out and sat down across from me. She told me I looked like hell and offered to hear my tale. I tried to hide what I was feeling but she called me on it. She knew me too well. I told her that I was working some things out and we may have that conversation sometime. 

She knew I was hurting and told me I could call her anytime if I wanted to talk. Nat, as everyone called her, stood up and came around to my side of the table. She just about sat in my lap as her jasmine scented hair brushed my face. 

Nat asked how Karen was doing and narrowed her eyes as I cringed. What the hell? Women's intuition? She told me I looked like I was a little boy who lost his puppy. My non-verbal response was enough for her. Nat kissed me on the cheek and told me everything would work out as she exited the booth and went back to work.

I couldn't help but notice the sway of her shapely hips as they hypnotized me for a brief moment. Nat looked over her shoulder and caught my gaze. The corner of her lips turned upwards as she raised her eyebrow. 

I ate my lunch in silence and thought about the conversation I was going to have with Karen. I felt like my life was in her hands. It was a feeling I welcomed yesterday, but I felt very different today. How could I put my trust into a woman who obviously did not respect me, or herself for that matter?

Pulling my phone out alerted me to five more messages. I simply replied that we would talk in a little bit. Her messages told me that Karen was indeed sorry for what happened and scared that this was the end for us.

Nat came back to my booth and brushed her breast against my arm as she took her seat next to me. She asked me what my plans for the evening were. Now I'm no dummy when it comes to the attention from females, but I could swear Nat was showing an interest in keeping me company. 

She had never shown any interest in me other than her friendship, which I valued greatly. I had to know why she was flirting with me. 

"Nat, don't take this the wrong way, I'm enjoying your company, but you are acting different with me. What has brought on this show of affection?"

She didn't hesitate at all and replied, "Because you are worth it!" 

I have witnessed countless guys going down in flames with Nat. There had to be more to it. 

"After all these years, you picked today to express yourself to me?" 

"Karen texted me last night, looking for you. She told me she screwed up. She didn't tell me how, but seeing you here today, alone, I can add it up. You have always been a good catch, Sam, I'm just casting my line in the water."

That last statement shocked me. Nat had never shown any interest in me and here she was, telling me to bite the line. Nat and Karen had always had some verbal sparring, although I thought it was playful. 

"I appreciate your candor, Nat. As much as I would love to be caught, the line you cast might be a while before it catches anything. Up until today, I have never thought about you in that way and I will say, you're a very attractive woman."

Nat blushed a bit, but I wasn't sure if it was because of the compliment. 

"Nat, it would be unfair of me to ask you to wait for me. My situation just became very complicated last night. I really don't know how things are going to turn out."

Her beautiful white smile showed me she was happy, but I wasn't sure why.

"Sam, I know you aren't the type to carry on a relationship with more than one person at a time. I just wanted you to know other women do find you attractive, myself included. Consider this a reminder that you have other options."

Nat leaned forward and kissed my lips. As her full soft lips gently caressed my own, it felt naturally familiar, comfortable, even intimate. She excused herself and told me lunch was on her while I sat stunned. Nat did that same walk as she had done earlier, with almost exactly the same result. 

Something told me she would be a great dessert. The plum colored lipstick had a sweetness to it as my tongue licked my lips and savored the flavor. 

I finished my water and exited the restaurant with my head held high and a pep in my step. Nat was right, I needed a reminder. It boosted my confidence and left me feeling a new sense of optimism. 

I made my way back to my room. Packing my bag, I practiced what I wanted to say to Karen aloud. That always seemed to help me in the past. I checked out of the room and headed home.

As I hit the garage door opener, I felt my body tense up. My instincts betrayed my feelings as I walked in to my house. I still loved Karen. What I was about to do would strain our relationship even further and separate us for a while. 

Slowly, I walked in to the kitchen. There was no sign Karen had eaten. I set my bag on the counter and proceeded to my bedroom. 

The darkness in the house was a fitting ambiance. It reflected my mood perfectly. Although I was in a much better frame of mind and thinking clearly, I still wanted to put Karen over my knee and turn that beautiful ass black and blue. 

Her body lay lifeless on our king-size bed. The cotton sheet raised and lowered, letting me know Karen was alive. I towered over her as my eyes filled with mist and I remembered our best of times. 

Karen stirred and her red eyes squinted. Her mouth said I'm sorry, but there was no voice attached. As she lowered the sheet I could see she had confiscated my "Live Free or Die" t-shirt. Damn, the woman just oozed sex appeal.

I leaned down and hugged her tightly. Her body shuddered as her tears flowed. I knew she was sorry, but what was done could not be undone. 

I lay beside Karen as I explained what I felt. I was brutally honest and voiced my concerns about our future. She told me she understood, but didn't understand why she let it happen. Karen said she just got caught up in the moment. 

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A week later Karen was living in one of my other houses, none too happy about it either. She was even more upset that we wouldn't be having sex for the next six months. From what I found out about HIV that would be the time needed to make sure she was not infected. 

We would still see each other and go out on dates, but the trust I had in her had been lost. We communicated every week and she would even sleep over once in a while. 

I continued with my life and my friends. Nat and I saw each other more and more. We talked at length of what led to my separation. She was appalled with the images I presented to her. I guess some of my uncle had rubbed off on me when it came to sugar coating things, or not.

However, we did talk about why people bring others into their beds, or rather sexual experience. We both agreed that if the situation was discussed prior and it was done safely, bringing in other participants to fulfill a desire by both parties was acceptable.

Nat didn't play games. She was a very sexual woman. With my newfound information, I wanted to know why I always saw her shutting down the advances of the men who were clearly interested in her.

"It's all about the approach, Sam," she claimed. "Most of the men you have seen at the restaurant tend to think they know me their first time eating there. I keep it playful most of the time to see how they react. For the most part, I get a proposition to have sex, not to go out on a date and try to get to know each other."




Monsoon in the Desert



Nat went on to explain the reason she found me attractive. It wasn't just for my good looks, it had everything to do with the conversations we enjoyed and the content of my character. 

"I watched you closely, Sam. You made me nervous every time you came in. I prayed you would not turn out like the others that frequent the restaurant and you never did. You treated me with respect and I couldn't help but picture myself in your arms as I saw how you treated Karen. Over time, I began setting my expectations of the men who approached me by what I had observed you doing with Karen."

That revelation was insightful. What struck me at that point even more was the wisdom about communicating sexual desires with your partner. Had Karen and I had more of that, we may have been on a different road. On the other hand, if she did tell me her desire to have a gangbang, our relationship would have been over. Why was I even considering moving forward with Karen at this point, or was I?

Jim and I hung out quite a bit. The work we were doing for our non-profit organization was taking up a good chunk of our time. I appointed Jim to lead the program while I took a back seat. I was working on something that I felt needed my full attention. 

I had finally made the decision to find my mother, if she was alive. I hired a private investigator and he began generating leads for me to follow up. 

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I spent a small fortune on trying to locate my mother. If she was alive, I needed to know. I remembered everything about her and I wanted her in my life. I wanted her to see how successful I had become and to let her know that I love her, regardless of what happened in the past. Most of the leads didn't pan out, until one day I saw her. She was serving food at a homeless shelter. My heart jumped into my throat while I held back the tears that wanted to flow. 

She wasn't exactly how I remembered her. She was very thin, with grey streaks in her hair, and clothes that looked as old as I was. 

I called my uncle when I finally gained control of my emotions. 

"I need your advice, Uncle. Yes sir, I found her. Yes, my mom is alive, working at a homeless shelter. How do I approach her? What do I say? Yes sir...of course. That is a great idea Uncle Don. I will let you know what happens."

I made my way to the office and explained my situation. The elderly gentleman took me to his office and informed me of her history for the past twenty years. It broke my heart to hear her tale. 

I was given a hair net and an apron. When I took a position on the line she did not notice me. As I moved from one position to another, I was moving closer to her station. She smiled at me when she did notice me, but she didn't recognize me. 

I worked along side of her for the next three hours. She began to fix herself a plate when I asked her if I could join her. A bit cautiously, she accepted. 

As I ate with my mom for the first time in the last twenty-four years, I told her it was my first day volunteering. She gave me a strange look. I pressed on. 

"I have been told by the director here that you have a genuine passion for helping people."

She became noticeably uncomfortable. I informed her of my reason for being here today. I was to find someone to lead my non-profit organization, she seemed to relax. I think she appreciated what my organization was doing for our veterans. When I told her that I thought I found what I was looking for in her, she became nervous. 

"I wouldn't know the first thing about running an organization like that. Why would you want me?"

I had to break my silence at this point and tell her. 

"My father would want you to."

I stood up and came to her side. She stood up and looked into my eyes.

"Why would your father want me to?"

The wells of my eyes filled with tears.

"Because he was your husband."

My mom stood before me, shaking, as the color drained from her aging face. She threw her arms around me and cried for at least ten minutes. I cried along with her until we regained our composure. 

She started to apologize, which I stopped right away. I told her there was no need for that and that I love her unconditionally. 

We talked for the next five hours. As she detailed her life for the past twenty-four years, the story would have made anyone with a pulse cry. I did not need to understand why she never came back for me, but it did open my eyes to the depth of her depression. 

She was under the impression the story about my organization was just to be able to talk with her. When I gave her the short story of my life so far, she knew I was offering her a part of my life in hopes she would be a part of mine. 

By the end of our conversation, I was handing her a key to my house. I took her to my cell phone carrier and bought a phone so she could contact me. The cover to the phone acted as a wallet. I told her to buy whatever she needed with the credit card inside the case. I created a contact for me, as well as my uncle Don. 

I made sure that she understood there would be no burden if she chose to come stay with me. I assured her that working with my program would be very fulfilling. 

I dropped her off at the shelter. The discussion we had made me optimistic that I would indeed have my mother back in my life. 

I called Nat as soon as I left the shelter. I had told her what I was doing before I left and wanted to share my good news with her. She was ecstatic and peppered me with questions. 

After my call with Nat, it occurred to me that Karen had no idea what I was doing and I didn't feel the need to share it with her. 

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Four months after Karen and I had split up, something changed. I couldn't quite put my finger on it at the time, but I did recognize that Karen had stopped staying overnight. I found it strange that she said she missed her bed, not our bed. 

Over the next two months our communication dwindled. Phone calls became scarce, and text messages short, as if she were saying hi to an old friend. I raised my concerns only to be shut down when Karen said I was acting paranoid. I think I was just pointing out the obvious, we were done.

I had gone on with my life during our time apart. My time at my favorite restaurant increased as I ate alone most nights. I had Nat to keep me company many nights and we became very close, she just didn't eat with me while she worked.

A greeting with a kiss on her lips became customary, as did the playful smacking of my hands when they drifted a little too low when we embraced. 

Karen and I had made a date a month ago to celebrate the end of our six months. She was supposed to bring the all clear from her doctor. I had already done mine and I breathed a sigh of relief, showing I was all clear. The truth is, I really didn't want her back.

It was Tuesday, July 5th. The storm rolled in and blackened the sky. The Great Haboob slammed in to Phoenix. Some of the pictures I had taken would be featured in my "Monsoon in the Desert" calendar. 

When Karen didn't show up, I called her. It went straight to voicemail and my texts were left unanswered. Curiosity set in and I checked her Facebook page. 

The GPS showed where she was as I checked the time. Sure as hell, the words were imprinted on my brain, "You all come back again sometime. I'm here at the same time every week."

I won't say that I was surprised, maybe just a little disappointed. My feelings for Karen had not been the same since the incident. In the beginning I had hoped we could get back to the way things were. In the back of my mind, I knew we couldn't as the trust I had once afforded her, would never be the same.

One might think I would miss her. I don't, not even a little bit. I had waited a month before I had an STD test performed. I retested at six months and I must say, it was the longest sexless six months of my life. Wondering if, or when, I would get an STD, or worse, was not how I was going to live my life. 

Karen was one of the best things that ever happened to me. She just wanted more than I could give her. Putting our lives on the line was just too much for me. 

A couple of hours had passed before she responded to my text. "The storm delayed me," she said. 

I replied, "Oh, I thought it was the cock in your ass." 

No response ever came. I'm quite sure Karen knew we were done. We had many conversations regarding fidelity after our fiasco. Was she really planning on being intimate me after spending the afternoon at the adult shop? The unscrupulous bitch had not learned or perhaps didn't care. I was not expecting her to show up anyway, but I did feel the need to live up to my side of our bargain.

As the storm died down, it left a brown haze lingering in the air. I dressed up a bit, sporting a deep blue suit and tie. I was hungry, but food wasn't on my mind. 

Walking into the bar, I felt good, confident even. Nat greeted me in her usual fashion, but I took the opportunity to slip her my tongue. She responded in kind while her workers started clapping, hooting, and hollering. 

I asked Nat if we could get an order to go. "Definitely," she replied. Less than an hour later we were back at my house, enjoying another outstanding meal together. This time Nat would be eating with me over a couple of bottles of wine. 

What happened that night was magical. I know what many people think about starting a relationship on the rebound, but honestly I didn't feel like I was on the rebound. My relationship with Karen had been over for six months.

Karen never said a word as she disappeared from my life. She had moved out of my house without a forwarding address a few days later. 

A couple of months later, someone told me she had been arrested when the adult shop was raided. I wouldn't doubt the charges but it was none of my business. 

I'm sure you are wondering what happened between Nat and I. That story will be told after I publish my next calendar, Butterflies in the Spring.



Monsoon Love



Cha's a beautiful lady Boo thought. "Forget it," he scolded himself. Too many months away from home and Boo desperately needed the company of a woman. "Behave, behave!" came the quiet voice in his head.

A warm, heavy night and the time had passed quickly. Before he knew it, Boo found himself one of the last few patrons at Cha's small and intimate bar. Everyone here knew each other. Cha stopped by for a last call and Boo ordered a club soda before his walk home. The other patrons passed on the last call, shouted out their farewells and left. Cha had a long day and needed a few minutes to relax with someone she trusted. She came to light on the table directly in front of Boo, comfortably crossing her legs.

"You've never stayed this late. Long week?"

"Yes, a long one Cha." Looking into Cha's warm but tired eyes Boo said, "Looks like a long one for you too. I've got to get going Cha, early day tomorrow."

"Hey, Boo, stay a while and keep me company while I close up. You can walk me to my car. It's dark tonight and I could use the company. Besides, you're different than most of the crew here." They both laughed.

Boo stayed and watched Cha's efficient but elegant moves. Picking up this, straightening that. The very sophisticated and very white blouse topping the short leather skirt and the slightly too high heels. Cha's legs and butt really didn't need any more emphasis. She was quite full figured for a Korean woman, also taller than most coming close to matching Boo's five foot ten inches when she was in her heels with hair piled on top of her head.

Cha turned off the lights, section by section, and joined Boo between the bar and the front entrance. "Oh!" she announced. "Forgot my purse." Rather than walk all the way around the bar, Cha simply backed up to the bar hands behind her and jumped up, leaning back to fish her purse from some little cranny. An innocent enough move, but Boo was now looking all the way up Cha's smooth legs to a white patch of lace. Cha's upper body still laid back, fishing. Boo was fixed on this sight, when Cha pushed up, caught Boo's eyes and smiled. Boo felt the warmth of a blush rising to his cheeks. Boo's clear brown eyes were locked with the Cha's beautiful brown doe-eyes.

How these events happen in people's lives is some combination of serendipity and desire. How long were their eyes locked to one another? Cha and Boo could not tell you if you asked them today. They moved to each other closing the slightly more than arm's length gap. It wasn't a kiss of uncontrolled passion, but a kiss of need and warmth. They held each other for a few minutes, swaying a bit to that unheard music in brains waking to desire.

"We need to go," reminded Boo. No words from Cha. The air outside was heavy - monsoon evenings could be felt as a weight on your body and breathing. No rain now, just that heavy wetness. As they neared Cha's modest sedan, the rains came. Those waving sheets of bathtub-warm water. Cha yelled over the noise of the torrent, "Get in, I'll give you a ride" while she tried to shield her perfect hair with her tiny purse. 

As the car started, Boo was replaying the kiss and the long embrace with the rain drumming on the roof. "Cha is a friend - don't want to ruin that," said that little cricket-conscience voice he carried in his head. Only about five minutes to his place with some comments from Cha on the length of this year's monsoon season.

Cha pulled up close to Boo's door. "Good night, Cha." Boo expected to pop open the door right after Cha returned his pleasantry and then expected the dash across the few feet between car and door. Cha's eyes lit by the dull orange glow of the instrument panel were fixed on Boo. She turned off the ignition and the lights. Without a word, she jumped out and dashed through the rain to Boo's door. Boo quickly followed. He was barely able to get the key in the lock.

The two damp friends now standing in the small living room of Boo's personal one bedroom "palace" - Boo's affectionate term for his small apartment. Once they began their second embrace, friendship was pushed aside by passion, their nostrils telegraphing their needs with the sound of rushing air. The backdrop -- monsoon rains scrubbing and drumming the outer walls of the palace. Boo was beginning a new adventure. His mind was crystal clear and his cock was now responding to signals as ancient as Man. And now, Boo's adventure --

"I must shower," said Cha. I took her by the shoulders and steered her back into my bath. The one oversized luxury of my smallish apartment was a large shower with towel racks at the dry end. A wonderful place to dry off in cold weather and a wonderful place to share intimate moments. Cha faced me, smiled and began undressing. I didn't want to push any boundaries, so I turned to leave. Cha grabbed my arm, turned me around and soon we were playfully undressing each other. 

The last of Cha's shower preparation was her hair. As she undid this perfect hair which had been drawn back tightly to a bun, she continued to watch my face intently. I did not want to leer. I considered Cha my friend, but my now fully exposed cock was signaling Cha my appreciation for her body. 

She was slender, perhaps more so than she looked in her clothes. Beautiful feet and very long slender legs. A wisp of fine dark pubic hair nestled below a flat tummy. Her tits were small, but marvelously in tune with her body. Her nipples were unique in my experience. She had areolas the size of quarters, but with very thick, prominent nipples. Cha surveyed me as well and her smile silently announced her approval. She turned on the shower and pulled me in.

Another mystery of life. Why do women like their showers so hot? I thought she would scald me, but I quickly adapted to the hot water and we twisted and turned doing a lover's dance in the massage of the spray. In spite of our embraces and my obvious excitement, we were tentative at first - almost polite in our explorations. Once we had lathered and rinsed ourselves, we began our soapy explorations of each other. I did Cha's back watching the water change her hair into a river of black running to the small of her back. As I looked down to her small round ass, my other brain took over. I surrounded Cha with my arms carefully cupping her breasts. "Hmmmm," Cha sent her approval. Soon there would be no parts of our bodies untouched by the other.

As I washed her pussy, my eyes and exploring fingers found that Cha's inner lips extended well outside the outer portion of her pussy. As soon as I began, she leaned back against the now warm tile wall, spread her legs widely and thrust her pelvis up offering a beautiful gift. The shy, demure Cha becoming wanton. She now reached for me with a lathered hand and began stroking me very hard. I expected a soft hand, but found something very firm and very educated pumping my cock. This quickly became too intense and I carefully removed her hand. She looked at me and smiled then turned around with her forearms above her head and resting on the wall. She thrust her round little butt toward me.

I was down on my knees without a thought washing and caressing this petire flesh sculpture. Cha was moaning, giving me her signals to continue. She spread her legs wider as I ran my hands down her crack, across her asshole and on to her pussy. She began to move. I inserted my middle finger into her pussy and she gyrated slowly. This was so erotic watching her dance on my finger. I really wanted Cha's pleasure more than my own. I turned and sat on the floor of the shower with my back against the wall where Cha supported herself. She lifted her leg over me; I pulled her to me with a hand on each of her ass cheeks and began pulling her beautiful extended pussy lips into my mouth.

Cha was moaning very quietly. She spread her legs again to give me more access. The water ran down and around her body as I pulled her lips repeatedly with my mouth and sometimes gently with my teeth. Her moaning became louder and she suddenly tensed when I made another discovery - her clit. This was another surprise. Her clit was larger than I expected. I suppose I made some assumptions given her slight build. The prominence of this delightful little organ made it easy to find, actually very hard to miss. I could actually pull it into my mouth and massage it with my tongue.

She began gyrating against my mouth almost lazily, again like dancing to unheard music. Suddenly she pushed off the wall and pulled back from my face. I rose to my feet and we kissed deeply making an unspoken pact that our lovemaking would last through the night. I grabbed an oversized, thick, fluffy terrycloth towel and began to carefully dry my new lover. She did the same for me. Lastly, I did her hair with my brain hovering between caring attention and lust. "Do you have some lotion? I like lotion after a shower," said Cha. I asked her if oil would do and she told me she actually preferred it. I warmed the almond and sesame oil in my hands and began with her back, then on to her chest, tits and belly while she did her arms and shoulders. I was enjoying the creation of my shiny-skinned oriental goddess as I moved to her legs then up to her ass.

Cha turned again facing the shower wall and thrust her butt toward me as she had done earlier. I let the oil run down her back and down her crack. I began to massage the oil into her skin and she spread her legs further and pushed her ass back into my hands. As my fingers slid down her crack, I felt the slight change in texture as I passed over her puckered asshole. I went back, rubbing the oil in and Cha pushed back even harder against my fingers. Gently, I pushed the tip of my index finger against her asshole and my finger slid in to the first joint.

Cha was moaning and moving again with a shallow thrusting against my finger. I moved my other hand to her front, pulled the hood of her clit back and started a light but insistent massage. The tempo of Cha's movements increased and she began thrusting harder and harder, first toward the front then the back. Her speed continued to increase then she suddenly stopped. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. We both ripped back the covers and fell into each other's arms and the bed.

Cha pushed me onto my back and nested herself between my legs. She started pumping my cock and working the precum out and over the tip. Up and down her hand flew with her thumb riding the sensitive ridge between shaft and head. She stopped and I looked down. She was looking at me and smiling. "Hold still," she said. She moved my cock from her right hand to her left. With my cock standing upright in her left hand, she continued a slow stroking to keep me hard. Then the unexpected. 

Cha held up her right hand showing me her long and well-manicured nails. She then extended her ring finger and curled it down toward the head of my hardened cock. She quickly inserted about half an inch of that beautiful nail into the slit of my cock keeping her nail parallel to the opening. What she did next almost lifted me off the bed with pleasure. She rotated her hand and the nail inside me about a quarter turn. She would withdraw her nail then stroke me and suck the head of my cock. She repeated this over and over starting with the insertion and twisting of her fingernail. I was barely in control and Cha knew it. She made another change this time twisting her nail, withdrawing it and almost devouring my cock with very hard suction. I could not stand this for more than a few more seconds and I wondered how Cha would react to my cum.

I came so hard I was shaking. Cha kept the suction up and when she felt my throbbing and spurting subside, she slowly pulled away from my with her lips closed. She moved slowly up my body looking intently into my eyes. She then began drizzling my cum mixed with her saliva onto my chest. She laid down on my, her hardened nipples like small pebbles trapped between us. She slid all around until we were slick and sticky with love.

I pulled her up to me and we kissed. I found her tongue probing my mouth. I wanted to bring her the most intense pleasure now. It was my turn. I rolled her on her back and found her clit after lapping from her asshole to the top of her slit. She reached down and opened herself wide for me. She was wet and ready for anything. I inserted two fingers of my right hand and kept up a gentle massage of her extended clit with my left.

She began that slow motion grind against the friction of my fingers which were curled upward toward her pubic bone. I inserted a third finger as she seemed to open further. Within the next minute or two four fingers were massaging the most secret places of my friend, now lover. I was rotating my hand, right then left and Cha was producing this high pitched whine back in her throat. The whining interrupted only when she sucked in a short breath. As my tempo of thrusting and twisting picked up, Cha grabbed my right hand with both of hers and pushed my hand further into her while she ground her hips wildly. Then she screamed, "Now, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" Her body went slack and she laid there with a sheen of oil and perspiration on her face.

I joined her lying in that misty place between consciousness and post-orgasmic nap. Cha, with all of her surprises slid down my body to my semi-hard cock. She began kissing, sucking and stroking. As soon as I was hard, Cha poised her pussy over me and engulfed my cock in warmth. She moved, slowly rolling her hips on my pelvis. It seemed more like a massage than fucking. We held hands, studied each other's eyes and enjoyed our bodies locked together in passion. When Cha had first come down on my cock, her pussy felt very open and wet from the workout my hand had given her. As she rocked, I felt the walls of her pussy holding my cock in its warm, wet embrace.

After some time of slow movements, Cha stopped. What was I in for this time? She was staring into my eyes and that same knowing smile spread across her face. As her smile broadened, I felt her squeezing my cock with her pussy. It was not the intensity of a hand but a slow, soft rhythmic milking motion. I returned the favor by flexing my cock in her. "Oh!" she exclaimed then began giggling. Her eyes remain locked on mine as she remained almost motionless but I was feeling the animation of her pussy increasing in tempo and intensity.

The sensations increased in my cock until I could no longer stay still. I began to thrust into Cha and was rewarded my first "no" of the evening. I tried to keep still. Cha closed her eyes and started thrusting downward with her velvet insides milking me. Faster and faster she slammed down. I reached around her cupping her ass with both hands and slid a finger into her asshole. As I pushed in, Cha shuddered and moaned. My wonderful lover had cum again, followed quickly by my cock spraying her insides with cum. We rolled over twisted together like some flesh pretzel.

We loved through the night with a few breaks for napping and juice. We showered at dawn and my erotic oriental angel returned to her status as friend. We embraced, kissed and I walked her to her car. "Next week, Boo?" she asked. "Maybe, Cha." I waved goodbye, returned to my apartment and circled my calendar for next Saturday.



Monsoon Night



Under bright lights and blaring music, unable to move or breathe, thoughts of escape were only running through my head. Knowing what college day was, I cursed myself for showing up. I wanted to leave. My friends tried to stop me but I told them I needed a smoke, which was enough reason for them. I did need a smoke. 

Outside, a chill had crept in, distant signs of a storm coming. The monsoons were here finally, ending the long spell of heat. 

It was half past midnight, and I was low on nicotine. Lighting my last one, I decided to head back home after the smoke. Resolutions to reduce were running down the drain as it was my second pack that day and still the craving wasn't gone. The thing was a killer; even the pack said so but what wasn't in this world. We are born on to a deathbed, slowly but surely dying. 

I crushed the bud under my feet and got on my bike. The wind was strong as I made my way to the exit. It was mostly dark inside the campus and you couldn't see shit in front of you. Even then I couldn't miss her, the red saree under my head lights; a lonely figure walking. I zoomed past her but it was no mistaking it. Skidding to a halt, I waited for her at the entrance. 

College day was really just an excuse for everyone to dress fancy and hook up. It wasn't exclusively for the seniors or the juniors, everyone was there and everyone was game. You could end up with anyone when the night ended. It was an interesting thought considering the person I waited for. 

Sure, there were some pretty girls and some pretty outrageous ones too but to me, no one even came close to her. The grey and red saree hugged her curves at all the right places, promising a gorgeous figure underneath. The slight transparency against her light skin was eye catching but not too revealing to be deemed inappropriate. The thin strap of her backless grey blouse stretched across her frame, straining, wanting to be unhooked.

Sure, the clothes were sexy but she was a beautiful girl nevertheless; she made even the simplest churidhars look classy. It was hard to keep my eyes off her in college even though she was a senior. They registered every detail; her black hair that dropped down in waves around her pretty face, cute dimples that formed when she smiled and lips that made you wonder what they tasted like. In all, I was completely aware of Harshini.

I thought she left hours before but there she approached me in quick strides, hands hugging her chest and head tilted down. 

"Need a lift?" I asked in my most manly voice. She passed me without an upward glance. I tried again, my normal tone returning, calling out her name. She stopped. 

"Do I know you?" She asked, trying to recognize me in the darkness. 

"Not personally. We are in the same college." 

"I can see that." She said looking me over. "Thanks for the offer but I can walk." Before I could say something, she walked away. I followed her. 

"Not in those heels, you can't. I am surprised you made it out in those, on our campus roads." She ignored me. "Come on. It's just a ride. I am not some random creep on the road trying to pick you up." 

"You look like one." She said loudly. 

"What gave you that idea?" 

"How about the makeup and the rings? You got more piercings than a girl." Sure, I thought the eyeliner was a bit too much but that didn't make me a creep and I told her that. 

"Why should I trust you?" She asked. 

"You don't have to! I am not asking you to marry me. It's just a ride." She stopped and a mute exchange passed between us that I really didn't understand but then as if she had no choice, she climbed in the back. Her body grazed me as she settled in; her perfume filled the air around me to an intoxicating high. When I knew she had a firm grip, I started the engine. Her answer to where she wanted to go came after looking at her mobile. 

"The bus stop." I considered that as there were no buses running at that time and I was sure her house wasn't close by. 

Mentioning I actually knew where she lived would cement her idea that I was a creep. So, I took her to the stop without a word. 

It was a shorter ride than I hoped for. She thanked me, all the while looking at her mobile. I stole one last look before heading for the nearest tea stand, the one open at that hour. Bought a pack of kings, lit one warming my innards, watched Harshini texting, and calling someone on the phone. Her frustration was unmistaken even from that distance. On the way back, I stopped in front of her again. 

"Are you sure I can't drop you off somewhere else?" She looked at her phone and then at the empty road again. Her body shivered, yearning for some warmth. I imagined all the ways I could have warmed her. "Look you can wait here cold and alone, this time a real creep may show up or I could drop you off wherever you want before that rain hits." She considered it. 

"What about you? Is your house close to shastri nagar?" She asked. I lied to her. My house was nowhere near hers but I knew she wouldn't take me up on my offer otherwise. One last look at the road before she slid in behind me. 

There wasn't any traffic but I kept it slow, seeing how cold it became. 

"So, who were you calling?" I asked. She inched closer to hear me better. Her body, most probably her breasts or so I hoped, pressed up against me. I took the opportunity, leaned back into her, and repeated the question. 

"My boyfriend. He was supposed to come but he didn't show up." So, she was still with that guy. 

"His loss! The guy is a sinner for ditching out on such a beautiful girl looking like this." The compliment didn't bring out any response. Still I wanted her to talk. "Is he from our college?" 

"He was; he graduated last year." 

"I don't know what the fascination with seniors in our college anyway? Every girl in my batch has an eye on one." I heard her laugh. 

"Aren't you my junior?" She asked. I nodded, laughing myself. "I don't remember seeing you much around campus." 

"Maybe you can't recognize or remember me with the makeup but I met you on my first day of college." She sounded interested and I was all too eager to recount our first meet to her. 

Everything about that day was fresh in my head. How my mother embarrassed me by dropping me off like a kid. There wasn't one person who guided me and after an hour of hopeless searching, I finally ended up on the first floor balcony trying to figure out where I was, when I dropped my bag over the edge. The short glimpse and the cry of pain was enough; I was positive I killed someone. After minutes of petrified fear, I gathered my strength and ran down to see the damage. 

That was when I saw her for the first time. I lost myself all over again looking at her and her lips moving. I thought an angel had descended from heaven to take my unsuspecting victim but I saw no body. Just her, holding my bag. After all the drooling, I finally took the bag. An apology didn't even occur to me at that time. Nevertheless, she smiled, maybe at my utter idiocy. As she walked away, I at least summed up the courage and asked her for directions. She guided me to my class, flashed her brilliant smile and went her own way. Ever since that day, I stalked her cautiously, to see that smile. I didn't mention that last part to her. 

"So, this is your way of apologizing to me after all these years?" She asked once I finished. 

"No, this isn't an apology or an excuse to get you in my back seat. I am giving you a ride because I want to." She didn't say anything to that either. A tough girl to impress. 

"Your boyfriend; what does he do now?" I continued our conversation. 

"He's project head over at TCS." She said. 

"Already uh? He must be quite good." She mumbled something unintelligible and then asked me something else completely. 

"Have you been attracted to more than one girl at a time?" 

"Sure but I don't have a hot girlfriend." Emphasis on hot. 

"Then how do you know if a girl matters or not?" 

"I don't know. She matters or she doesn't. I guess you know when you don't have to question it." My answer stopped that line of query, leaving her to her thoughts. 

For me, she was a girl that mattered and I wanted her to have no doubts about that. Just as I began to speak, the drops hit my face. Within minutes, I was wet, drenched from top to toe. I had no other choice but to stop. We found cover under a sunshade, which wasn't complete escape from the rain, but it was better than driving in it. 

We were both shivering. Her wet saree stuck to the skin around her hips and revealed everything that I only dreamed of before. The dimple in her belly rose and fell as she shivered. My gaze moved above to her chest just as her hands squeezed shut around them. One look at her face and I knew, she was aware of my probing eyes. The odd part was she didn't appear angry or embarrassed but confused. We both turned away. 

It was a perfect time for a smoke but the rain had ruined my pack and all I could do was curse the sky. With that, I unbuttoned my shirt, squeezed the water out and handed it to her without looking. It was dry at the back where her body pressed up against mine. 

"What about you?" She asked. 

"I am fine." I told her, which wasn't entirely true seeing how my mouth wouldn't stop shivering. She didn't take it until I looked at her. I held my mouth still until she took it with a thanks and a smile. 

"What now?" 

"Can you call a taxi?" I asked. She showed me her cell phone, which was completely wet and dead. She asked for mine. 

"I don't have one." This bit of information shocked her and most anyone else. 

"A guy without a cell phone? Hard to believeun this day and age." She stated. 

"I never needed one." 

"Why not? How does someone reach you when they want to?" 

"I guess I don't want them to reach me." 

"Who are they?" She asked. 

"Everyone." I answered. 

"So, you're sort of running away?" She had that right. "You're not running away now?" 

"That's because I want to be here." 

"Here? In the cold without a shirt while it's raining cats and dogs?" She confirmed. 

"No, here with you." She immediately went back into her shell but I sensed a joy from her on hearing those words. The rain had pushed us to just inches apart and my hands were itching to touch her. 

I didn't have to. The lightening came first, and then the ear shattering thunder struck. Harshini closed the gap between us. Her hands clamped around my chest, sending shivers through my body, which would have been so much better if I could actually feel anything. Instead, I froze like a Popsicle without an inkling of sensation but I still let her hold on to me. Her head nuzzled under my neck for a long time after the lightening. Eventually she slowly began to loosen up.

"The lightening frightens me." She revealed, looking up, still holding onto me. 

"I figured that out." I lifted her chin up lightly so that her lips could meet mine. I kept my eyes open for any signs of protest but as my lips came closer, her eyes closed in acceptance. There was no protest, as I tasted her lips, first from one side than the other. Slowly her lips responded to mine in unexpected ways. Her kissing had me panting and yearning for more. Nothing could have ruined the moment other than the rain weakening, and forcing me to come back to reality. My luck, it did happen. Minutes after I released her, she came out of the trance. Her expression changed from that of desire to stricken worry. 

"Come on. We have to go before it starts up again." I said. She climbed back on quietly. It was still drizzling as we started which made driving without a shirt a bad idea. The drops felt like shards of glasses piercing my skin. I made it a few kilometres but then it was Harshini who told me that the rain was still too much and we had to stop. This time I found a better place for shelter. Mount manor, a hotel with a parking. 

"Maybe they have a phone." I said. She was still distracted with her thoughts, whatever they might have been. She followed me up to the hotel. It was a small place and not kept too well. The reception desk was unattended. I rang the bell for a long time before a sleepy old man arose from one of the rooms. He walked up to the desk in his pyjamas, announcing the rates. I stopped him before he got further and asked him just for a phone. 

"No room. No phone." He said. 

I knew what would get me a phone. So, I handed him a twenty, which only had him walking back. I quickly took out a fifty. He grabbed the receiver from under the desk and handed it to me. I dialled the number of the cab service I knew but no one picked up. I tried another. No answer. The last one picked up but they weren't operating under the weather. I slammed the phone down, which didn't sit well with the manager. 

"I want to call someone." Harshini stepped in. I gave her the phone but not before handing over another twenty. I moved away while she made the call, most likely to her boyfriend. 

It was a devastating end to my sad night. At least, I kissed her, a highly unlikely possibility until that night. I couldn't expect more. 

She came back after the call. 

"So, when is he coming to pick you up?" I can't help the bitterness in my tone from seeping out. 

"No, they can't make it in this storm. So, my father told me to stay till the morning." She said. At first, the words didn't really make any sense. Stay where? With whom? Did she say father? "They think I am with Prakash." Prakash was her boyfriend. 

"Why would they think that?" I asked. 

"Because I told them I was." Honestly, I had no idea what was on her mind. As I tried to understand what her words, her averted gaze, all of it meant, the manager thought it the time to interrupt us. He made it clear if we weren't renting a room, he would kick us out and go back to sleep. 

I guessed we needed a room. 

The discussion about the rates was ridiculous. The guy was trying to rob us. I finally got him to agree for 1500 until morning. Another 100 for a blanket and a towel. 

"Just for one?" I complained. 

"Oh I think you two can share." He whispered in a devious way. "May I also interest you in some mosquito repellent? Good for the whole body." That cost another hundred and I wasn't going to waste any more money. 

"You will be coming back for this." He said when he gave me the key. I grabbed the rest of the stuff, swearing I wasn't going to give the thief another rupee for anything. Our room was on the first and only floor. 

"I had money for one room only." I blurted out as we climbed the stairs. 

"It's fine." She said equally uncomfortable. 

I knew what this hotel was the minute the manager announced hourly rates and my suspicions were confirmed once inside the room. The bed was the size between a double and a single, enough for a couple to cuddle but not for two sleeping separately. The bathroom door was broken and the only other furniture was a small desk by the bed. The bed was springy, making loud squeaks as we sat at opposite ends. 

"This is some room." Harshini announced. I agreed and the manager was right about the mosquitoes. There were already two, three buzzing around my ear. 

"You didn't let your parents know where you are." She asked. 

"It doesn't matter. They won't miss me." I said, trying to kill the little fuckers. Harshini watched me with interest. 

"What?" I asked. 

"I wonder what you look like without those ridiculous rings on your face." 

"They are not ridiculous." I countered. 

"Yes, they are. Without them, I could picture a very handsome face." I smiled at her words. 

"That's what my mother used to say." 

"She is right. I can't believe she hasn't pulled them off your face yet." She said also smiling. It was the first time I looked away from her smile. 

"She can't. She's dead." The words just slipped out. She stopped smiling, I didn't. 

"It's funny how we try to hold on to memories of others." The silence after that was unnerving.

"Let me go take them off." She tried to say something but I didn't want to hear it. 

The bathroom was utterly small even for this place. By the basin, I removed the rings from my eyebrows and ears and gave a quick splash of water. 

When I came out, Harshini tried to hang my shirt over the curtains. Without her heels, she was shorter. Her back strained to reach up. I stepped up behind her, took the shirt from her hands and flung it over. 

She turned slowly to face me. 

Water was still dripping from her body. The entire night she tried to hide herself and I saw why. Her silky blouse was just a flimsy material that clung on to her breasts revealing more than they concealed. Two thin straps ran up to form her short sleeves around her arms. I imagined them sliding down her body easily with the gentlest pull. Maybe they were meant for more to remove than to wear. I didn't, couldn't look away and she made no move to cover up either. 

"It must be some special day to dress up like that for Prakash." I said without thinking. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at me. 

"It's our one year anniversary. It was supposed to be my first time and he didn't even show up." She said. All I could say to her was 'oh'. It was my turn to look away awkwardly. 

"I better get out of this ridiculous thing before I embarrass myself anymore." She walked away from me, took the towel and headed for the bathroom. I stopped her at the door. 

"You look anything but ridiculous." I said. She gave me half a smile and ran inside. 

I decided to hang my pants too. On the other hand, I held on to my trunks, even though they were wet too. I couldn't take them off and walk around proudly like a prick. Speaking of pricks, I wondered how big of an idiot I was for bringing up her boyfriend. What guy would not show up for her? On top of that, he made her doubt herself to the brink of crying. The cocksucker must be gay if he didn't know what he had. Things were going so good before that asshole popped up in my head. 

I was glad to hear one thing though, that she hadn't done it before. Made me feel a lot better about my own virgin status. It was when I pondered on my virginity and the chance of losing it, that the lightning struck taking the electricity with it. The scream came a second later. 

I called out Harshini's name as I bumped my way to the bathroom. 

"Are you alright?" 

"Are the lights coming back on?" She asked after a while. 

"I don't know but stay where you are. Don't move." I slowly made my way back to the window. There were no lights anywhere. The storm must have knocked out the line or something and the dump surely had no backup. I returned to the bathroom, without the help of my eyes. 

"I don't think it's coming back on. It's out for the entire area." We waited for a while, when I decided to check outside. 

I opened the door to find the manager holding a torch. 

"I was just about to knock." He smiled looking at my half-naked state. 

"When will the lights come back on?" I asked half irritated at his presumptuous ass. 

"Not tonight." He gave me half a candle with a matchbox. "Compliments from the hotel." Compliments? That surprised me more than anything did. 

"You still have the mosquito repellent?" I asked. He took it out from his pocket. It was an unmarked bottle of some liquid. 

"I had a feeling you would want it."

"What's this? I am not going to pay hundred rupees for this." 

"Now it's a hundred and fifty. Prices rise my friend and don't worry the bottle is worth every rupee." He grinned as if he delivered the happiest news of my life. 

"I will pay you in the morning." I grabbed the bottle and shut the door.

"And then there was light." I said walking into the bathroom with the lit candle.

I came to a halt, as my eyes adjusted. 





Monsoon Night



Her saree wasn't draped over her anymore. They lay in a heap on the floor, over which she stood only in a blouse and a skirt.

"Do you mind unstrapping me; I can't reach that far back." She said, turning around and brushing her hair in front to allow me a clear view of her rear. I set the candle down and stepped closer. My hands shook in anticipation of what followed. As soon as my fingers grazed her skin, she shivered away from them. There were still drops of water sticking to her skin.

"Here." I said, taking the towel and my sweet time, I dried her back and hips, making sure I touched her as much as I dared. She certainly didn't object to my hands caressing her back or kneading her hips. I set the towel aside and tried again. This time I ran my fingers down her curvy spine, bringing out a very different reaction from her. Her low moans sent shivers through my body. 

Pulling the strap together, easily released it. I ran my hands around, under her arms close enough to touch her tits and then down her shoulders to her arms, where the sleeves were in place. As I imagined, I slipped the blouse down her arms, away from her body. She had no bra underneath. My hands didn't stop there, I continued further down until I reached the skirt. Sliding my fingers under the fabric, I drew them down, tracing her thighs and legs. She stepped out from them. From my vantage, I had a glorious view of her ass in red panties. They weren't wet, at least not from the rain. I used the towel again to dry out her legs. Once done, I held the towel up for her to walk into. Before wrapping it around, I had my first glance of her tits. In the candle light, I couldn't take in any detail but they looked perfect to me. 

It was the right time to make a move and I knew it but as I leaned in to kiss her, she bent down to pick her clothes up. Cursing myself, I hadn't noticed Harshini had stopped and was intently staring at my crotch where a big bulge pointed towards her. She looked away. 

"I will be outside." I told her, leaving before it got any more awkward. 

Do I make a move or does she? Does she even want me to make a move? She wants to be here alone with me right? The questions all ran through my head without answers and confused me even more. 

Sitting on the bed, trying to calm myself when there was a near naked gorgeous girl in the other room was utterly impossible. At least the mosquitoes were distracting me. That was when I remembered the repellent I left by the candle. I told Harshini to apply it before she came out. 

"Are you sure this is mosquito repellent?" She asked handing me the bottle when she came out with the towel wrapped around her. I poured some and rubbed it onto my skin. It felt and smelled more like some perfumed oil. 

"I guess we will find out." Harshini watched, sprawled out on the bed as I applied the oil to my chest and arms. My body wasn't built buff or anything but I was a fast burner that left little to no fat on my body. She must have enjoyed the show because her next question even took me by surprise. 

"Do you want me to do your back?" She volunteered. I handed her the bottle confounded and curious. It was a dream come true as she oiled her small but skilful hands and soothed them into my skin. The tingling spread throughout my body as if she had more than ten fingers. She returned the favour by taking her time. 

"I really like that." I told her. 

What I couldn't bear though was my erection that strained against the trunks, getting harder with her every touch. I was seriously trying to relieve some of the pressure on it by shifting my legs when she noticed it. 

"Isn't that painful?" She asked, looking straight at my penis. 

"It will be fine after some time." 

"You should leave your trunks to dry too. It will be more comfortable." She suggested. Comfortable and convenient, I thought. The situation was surreal; surely, a dream and I would wake up at that precise time. I didn't. 

"Like I said before, you don't have to trust me." I said. 

"I don't have to but..." She paused placing her hand over mine. "Besides it's not like we are getting married or anything; right?" Her eyes responded to my question and I knew what she wanted. 

For the first time that night, I was nervous. I got up, stood in front of her and slid my trunks down in one quick motion. Her eyes fixed on my boner. Without breaking stare, she got up and let her towel slip down her body. My dick jumped at the sight of her wiggling off her panties. I drank in her naked body, bathed in candle light and gleaming from the oil she applied. It was an erotic tense few minutes, standing on either side of the bed, staring at each other. Her shaven pussy had my full attention. 

She made the first move to slip into bed. I followed, leaning in to kiss at the same time, a continuation of our previous one in the rain. All the hunger and desire were still present, driving both of us wild. Her tongue dove into my mouth with force and left me panting for air. Whatever kept her reserved for the entire night somehow broke away and I saw a completely different side to her, an adventurous, naughty side. I gave into her need to dominate and soon she eased into it. 

Rather than rushing in, we took it slow to feel each other out. Her hands caressed my chest, nails playing gently around my nipples. Two could play at that game. Placing my hands on her hips, I slowly ran my fingers up and down, every time inching closer to her tits but never quite reaching them. She moaned in protest. Apparently, my teasing was driving her crazy. So, she grabbed my hand and placed it where she wanted to be touched; her tits. I obliged, squeezing and pulling her perfect orbs. Her nipples were hard and perky from the attention they received and I enjoyed giving it to them, both of them. She did too. 

Slowly her hands ventured south until she found my rod. By then it was so sensitive that I would have cummed as soon as she ran her hands over them. However, she continued further down until she found my balls. Like dice in her hands, she massaged them, giving me dizzying waves of pleasure. She broke off kissing my lips and moved down my chin, down to my chest, where I found her sucking my nipples was equally erotic as playing with hers. She forced me to lie back and enjoy the sensations and enjoyed it, I did. She kissed further down, her hair fanning over my stomach. Her firm ass propped up for my grabs. I groped that flesh before she wiggled away from my reach. When she reached my dick, she brushed her hair to one side and looked up at me. The sultry look on her face as she flicked her tongue over my head drove me insane. She teased me like that for a few more times, until I was aching for her mouth. It was sweet payback for earlier. 

Once she thought I had enough, her fingers encircled my shaft and slowly stroked it up and down. Meanwhile her lips did unimaginable things to the underside of my head, kissing, licking and sucking that very sensitive part. I had no idea how I lasted that long with what she was doing. She spread the oozing liquid over my entire head with her mouth, slowly sliding it inch by inch in. My dick was actually twitching in her mouth as she sucked the edges of my bulbous head with her full lips. Clutching at the sheets, I grunted as she picked up speed with every bob. Her tongue was a work of god in so many ways; I wondered if I could die from pure bliss. She seemed to know if I was close to cumming because every time I did, she would slow down and delay that inevitable end. More of my cock seamed to disappear as time passed and my balls were ready to explode. I couldn't hold on any longer. The orgasm spread like electricity through my whole body before returning to my balls and unloaded three or four spurts into her mouth. She sucked every drop, before collapsing next to me. We were both panting. 

"That was the most incredible thing I ever felt." I said with a blissful smile. She smiled back. 

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked turning towards her. Another stupid question just slipped out, obvious from how she avoided my eyes. Besides, they had been going out for over a year. What was I expecting? It was a miracle she was still a virgin. Granted I was a bit jealous but I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. 

I pulled her in for a light kiss, which immediately turned steamy once I tasted her. It was actually arousing to kiss her, knowing she sucked me dry. I wanted to return the favour. I traced my lips up her cheekbone until I reached her ears. I whispered how I wanted to taste every inch of her body, have her cum as I did and to make her feel as special as she had made me feel. She stroked my face lovingly as I kissed down her neck before moving to her breasts. Squeezing both of them firmly, I took one in my mouth and ran small circles around the nub with my tongue. Her fingers entwined in my hair and pressed hard against her body. I spent enough time on both her tits, sucking, squeezing, and biting, whatever pleased her. However, I knew how she yearned for some release and I wasn't going to tease her longer. 

My hands slid down to her spread legs and touched her other lips for the first time. Running my finger in between them, I found they were already wet with desire. She yelped every time I reached the top of her mound. I moistened the entire area with her love juices before the aroma pulled me in for a taste. I kissed her inner thighs as I spread them wider. Then I placed small kisses around her folds before driving my tongue into her pussy for a taste. It wasn't like anything I tasted and I wanted more. Harshini moaned loudly as another loud lightning struck. I became bolder with every flick of my tongue. The more I sucked, the more wet she got. With only the candle light, I had to rely more on my other senses. She shook and writhed with every suck, as I searched for that infamous pleasure plexus. Separating the folds, I concentrated on the erected nub that was the trigger point for all the reactions from her. She arched her back and drove her hips against my mouth. I was hard pressed for air, but I couldn't stop there. I didn't know when she would cum or how but I kept up relentlessly, concentrating on that spot until her whole body stiffened and she cried out but I didn't stop until she rode that last spasm high. She collapsed back on to the bed, taking deep breaths of air. 

I found her smiling with her eyes closed. I laid beside her just to watch that beautiful expression on her face. 

"Was that good?" I asked. 

She opened her eyes and kissed me. 

"Thank you." She said. I nodded. 

While still kissing me, she stroked my already rigid cock. "I want you inside me." She said as I nibbled her neck. 

The frightening realization hit me then. 

"Shit! I don't have a condom." I apologized, also cursing myself. Maybe the manager would sell me one for the right money. 

"It's okay... It's okay. I am okay with it." She consoled, squeezing my dick. "I want you." She repeated. They were the most wonderful words I heard. 

Smiling, I guided her hands from my dick to her pussy, wanting her to finger herself while I entered her. She didn't need my help much. Grabbing my thick rod, I turned her to the side and slid it between her thighs. From behind, I smeared my head in the juices that flowed out from her dripping pussy. While still kissing her, I pushed my head in, which came right back out. I tried again with the same result. She was actually smiling at my frustration. I guessed you needed a longer and curvier penis to penetrate from behind. 

"Here." She kissed me and took hold of my shaft. Curving her ass up all the way to my stomach, she guided my penis in. I thrust in as I felt the walls press around me, breaking through her barrier and delving deep inside her. There was a short gasp of pain, in which time, her slick walls were throbbing against my member. 

I asked if she was all right. There was no need. She squirmed against me, her pussy tightening around my cock, making me moan against her. Holding onto her hips, I slid in and out of her tight hole. In that position, I had access to both her tits and her clit and I made sure they both got the attention they needed. Her mouth formed an 'o' as I drove myself into her faster and deeper until she was crying out. She bit my chin and whatever her mouth could reach. When I was about to cum again, I slowly eased out of her. 

Clearly, she didn't like that but I wanted to look into her eyes when I came. Spreading her legs, I entered her again from above. Both our hands entwined in covetous union as I made sweet, slow love. Her soft moans reached my ear every time I pushed into her, urging me on. Without breaking stare, I kissed her. That's when I noticed the black ear rings shaped like slick cats on her ears. I shortly stopped not believing she wore them. 

One college day, like most days, I watched Harshini. She was frantically searching for something in the canteen. All her friends were looking too but after an hour of search, they gave up eventually. There was sadness in her eyes that day. I asked around and found out she lost one of her favoured earrings. I found it weird that she would feel so distraught about a pair of earrings. They were supposedly cat shaped which I found even weirder. 

Months later, I found a set in one of the stores. It wasn't that I searched for them intentionally, but subconsciously I think my eyes would roam whenever I found myself in a jewellery or fancy store. I bought it, wrapped it and left it where she could find it. I did not write a note nor did I wait for her to unwrap it. I just left those cats, hoping it would make her happier. 

Seeing it on her, on that night had to mean something. Was it fate or some unbelievable coincidence? I didn't know but I knew one thing, how much Harshini actually meant to me. 

"What's wrong?" She asked bringing me back from my reverie. I shook my head, kissed her assuring her everything was great. 

I rode her again with all the passion I had for her. The squeaks from the bed became louder with every plunge. Her hands dug into my back as she came again. I held on, never wanting the moment to end. She pulled me in closer for a long kiss. I slid down to the side, by her ears and whispered what I felt. I told her the feeling I had when I first saw her. I told her that I loved her. She held me around my neck and back, so tenderly and warmly. She raised her hips to meet my thrusts. They quickened, as I couldn't hold it in any longer. I came with such force, my whole body went numb. I stayed inside her until every wave of pleasure rolled by. 

She kept stroking my hair until I had strength to raise myself. I looked into her glowing eyes and kissed her again. Just on queue the candle light dimmed. 

We were covered in sweat and smelled of sex. That sleazy hotel with no lights and swarming with mosquitoes was heaven. 

"One good thing came out of all this." I said breathing hard next to her. 

"Only one thing?" She asked nuzzling into my arms. I wrapped them around her tightly, never wanting to release them. 

"Well many but a key point being, I don't think lightening scares you anymore." 

"No, I am still scared but now I have a few hot memories to drive the fear away." She was right. I knew, rain again would only remind me of that night. 

"Then I can't wait for the next storm to hit." This brought on a giggle that I so much adored. 

Finally, the candle light died. We laid there silently. In the darkness, I asked her what I had been itching to ask. 

"Do I matter?" 

"Do you need to ask me that question?" She asked turning her head around. I wished then to see her face. Maybe that would drive away the doubts and uncertainty, the same doubts she had the previous night about her still present boyfriend. 

"I do." I said in a shaky voice. 

"You matter." She answered stroking my cheeks. 

"Then how come you haven't asked my name yet?" There was a long moment of silence while my heart sped up, waiting for an answer. 

"Ajay..." She said. "I knew who you were the moment you called my name last night. I never forgot the first day we met and every day since when you would watch me as if I didn't know. You stalked me to my house on your bike once. I also remember the changes in you, although I never knew what caused them. I know you got me the earrings I am wearing tonight. I also remember you never talked to me after that first day." 

"I wanted to but I never could..." I was lost for words. 

"I never knew why you would stare at me for hours but always look away when I stared right back. I was so frustrated that you never approached me. Trying to figure out what I felt for you or you me was hard enough. So, I tried to ignore you and the last person I wanted to run into tonight was you... but I am so glad I did. Now I know clearly what I feel." She explained sincerely. It wasn't only me that was longingly aware of her. Her own confession proved that. The weights on my chest lifted. 

"I love you." The three words I most wanted to hear came out of her mouth and they were assuring in every way. My answer was quick, filled with all the emotions I felt for her too. 

"I love you too. I have always loved you." We kissed tenderly in the dark. 

I was sure my dick had no more life in them but there it was, hard again and pressing against her ass. 

"Looks like you can't get enough." She said grinding her ass against it. 

"With you never and besides we didn't pay for the entire night for just sleeping." I said. 

"No, we certainly didn't." 

With that, we kept our selves pleasantly awake the rest of the night. Bless that manager and his repellent for that. It kept away the mosquitoes and was certainly useful in other more enjoyable ways.



Monsoon on the Mountain



"Fuck!"

The rain started. We still had hours to go before we'd reach the bottom of the mountain. It was a tough climb. We had gone off trail and ended up going straight down the face of quite a formidable mountain. Studded with nasty cacti and other thorny things, jagged rocks, the possibility of coming across an unpleasant critter, and steep drop offs, it was already a challenge without the onset of a classic Arizona monsoon storm.

"I just knew this was going to happen! We should have known better," I yelled down to Gregg. 

"Well stop complaining and let's find ourselves a place for shelter. This is only going to get worse. Hold on, stay there." 

A flash of lightning was followed immediately by a breathtaking crash of the thunder. We were right in the middle of the blasted thing. I always liked lightning storms, but being in the middle of one was another matter. 

Gregg had climbed back up to where I was. "I remember a place a little while back that had a nice covered ledge, we should be fine there. But be careful, these rocks are loose and will fall right out from under you. They're slippery and soft from the rain."

"What kind of idiot do you think I am Gregg? I've only lived here all my life." I was mad because he always insisted on doing something dangerous and I should have stopped him, knowing the rain was coming. Gregg was the sort of man who had no sense when to play things safe. He was known for his dangerous antics, and it was one of the things I liked about him, but I should have insisted on taking the same route today.

"Calm down April, I just wanted to remind you. These things have a way of floating out of our heads under these sorts of circumstances."

The next thing I knew, Gregg was right next to me, and I looked up to him. I could see in his eyes that he had said it as much for himself as he had me. He knew how dangerous the situation was that we were in and he was mad at himself for getting me into it. Our eyes locked for a moment before he broke away to find that ledge. 

"Follow my movements, I don't want you falling out from under me because you make a bad footing and have a rock fall out from under you."

Our progress back up the mountain was painfully slow, and it was near impossible to get a grip in the rain that was only falling harder by the minute. Thankfully Gregg's memory served him correctly and we reached the ledge in about 15 minutes. It was a tough maneuver up to the ledge, so he climbed in then took my hand to pull me up with him. 

I looked around at my new surroundings. We were beyond lucky to have come across the little alcove in the mountain. It was big enough for us to feel quite safe from the storm. I looked out. The rain was coming down in sheets and made the world outside look like a white blanket of wetness. 

"God, I'm soaked, and so are you," Gregg pointed out, and indeed it was true. 

He took off his shirt and rung it out to the side so the water from it joined the deluge outside. 

"Well, thankfully it isn't cold," I returned, not being able to help myself from eyeing his muscular chest, glistening from the rain. 

I had always found Gregg attractive, but had never done anything about it. We were friends through an ex-boyfriend of mine. They had been best friends at the time, but my ex had moved away quite some time ago and I wondered if it would be wrong of me to let something happen.

Gregg really was striking. He had dark brown hair that looked even sexier now that it was wet; a lock of it fell across his dark brown eyes. He had strong masculine features and sensual lips that would part to reveal a pearly smile that I knew was responsible for disarming many a girl. He was tall and tanned from all of his time out in the Arizona sun. 

"It's going to be hell climbing down after this," I said, peering out into the downpour." I was exhausted from the climb so far, and it was daunting to think of what was to lie ahead. 

Gregg could see my unease and he said, "Look, it's going to be fine. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

CRASH

I jumped at the lighting and thunder, now simultaneous. "Jesus! I'm glad I'm not out in that anymore." As I moved closer to Gregg, he put his arm around me. 

"Well, we need to get you as dry as we can for now, Cami. Just because it's not cold doesn't mean that you should be sitting there soaked." 

I smiled up at him wryly. "Of course, and you wouldn't have any other reason to want to get my clothes off."

Gregg's face reddened as he tried to defend himself. "I just wanted to make sure you are safe."

"Oh calm down you goon, I'm just giving you a hard time." 

I took off my shoes, now covered in mud and weighing me down, and he did the same. I could feel the tension between us. It had always been there, but the electricity between us was almost as intense as that outside. I could see him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I all of a sudden felt self-conscious. I knew I must have been a sight. My long golden hair now only vaguely resembled the french braid I had put it in that morning. I could feel tendrils plastered to my face. I had scratches and streaks of dirt scattered around my skin, sun kissed by the late summer sunlight, and I knew I was flushed from the climb and my angst. I took heart in the fact that I had gone without any make up so I knew my face was free of mascara streaks. I usually didn't wear much make up anyway because I didn't really need it.

I felt his gaze on me as I kept my head down, fumbling with my shoes. My heart began to speed up as I felt his eyes take me in, his eyes moving across my feminine profile, down my long neck, resting on the curve of my breasts. I cursed myself for wearing my black sports bra under my light blue top, knowing very well that it wasn't leaving much to the imagination. I could feel my nipples become erect from the cool of the rain and from the knowledge of his gaze. His eyes trailed over my shapely hips, ass, and legs, all very visible in my tight black spandex capris. I moved my eyes to meet his, and this time he sustained my gaze, searching my depths. My pulse quickened.

"There's something I've wanted to do for a very long time," he murmured, leaning in as he brought his hand to my cheek, tilting my chin up towards him. His warm full lips met mine, and I felt as though time itself had stopped for a moment, it was as if the earth had fallen out from under me as I sunk into his kiss. He released me from it and I looked deep into his eyes, knowing he could see my hunger for him. He looked incredibly sexy and I knew that I had to have him.

We kissed again, more ardently this time, our tongues entangling, passion surging through my body, my appetite for him insatiable. His arms wrapped around me pulling me close to him, and my hands were in his hair. God he was a good kisser, I felt intoxicated. Nothing outside our little alcove mattered. We were alone in the world and existed only for that moment. His lips moved to my neck, kissing and nibbling, and I moaned softly, my head spinning. 

"Now, let's get you out of these wet clothes," he said, smiling with that dangerous smirk. I looked at him, eyes smoldering, as I raised my arms to let him lift off my shirt that had been clinging to me uncomfortably. The cool humid air felt lovely against my newly bare skin, damp from the rain and my sweat. He moved in, kissing my stomach and I giggled. He lifted my bra off in one swift motion, releasing my breasts from their binding. For a brief moment, Gregg paused, just looking at me. I could see the yearning in his eyes; I knew he had been waiting for this moment since we had first met. He lunged at me, moving me to my back, his mouth on my breast, hands exploring my body. The heat from the two of us emanated, entrapped in the cove, creating a sort of sauna.

The cool, smooth, damp rock pressed against the back of my body contrasted to his heavy warmth pressing over me. I felt like he could swallow me whole. I could feel his growing hardness press against my hip, and I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers kneading into his muscular back, pulling his face back to mine. We kissed again, as though to consume each other. I reached down his back, my fingers slipping under the waist of his shorts and boxers, grabbing his ass, pressing him firmly against me. He moaned, kissing me harder, then sat up abruptly, his eyes smoldering.

He peeled my pants down as though they were smothering him, depriving him of oxygen. He kissed me above my panties, and slipped them off me, overtaking my hips and thighs with his lips, and gliding over my legs with his strong hands. I gasped, and he looked up at me, smiling mischievously, then began to devour me, selfishly and lustfully. I whimpered, my body quivering under his command. I was overpowered from the culminating sensations of my surroundings and his passion. My head was spinning as I looked out into the white rain, blurring everything outside our little world. He was relentless as he felt my body begin to buck, my moans coming freely. 

I wasn't ready to lose control.

Not yet...

I collected myself as best I could, and grabbed his arm, pulling him up to me. He looked confused at first, but didn't protest when he saw the determination in my eyes. I pulled him back up to my face and kissed him forcefully, tasting myself on his lips. I sucked his bottom lip. I couldn't get enough of him. 

I sat up, pushing him to sit with me, and nibbled his ear, sucking on the lobe before moving down to gently bite his neck. I pulled back, looking at him fiercely, with uncontrollable desire. My hands moved to his shorts, quickly undoing the button and zipper before firmly pulling them down. He sat there, stunned for in instant by my forcefulness. I then grabbed his bulge aggressively through his boxers. 

"JESUS!" he exclaimed, jumping at my movement. 

I smiled at him wickedly. "Calm down, Gregg, I'm not going to hurt you," I told him, the desire in my voice coating it, making it thicker and deeper. I kept my hand on his cock. I could feel it pulsing, and it only made me hungrier for him.

I cocked my head to the side, a sly half smile on my face, and shoved his boxers down, watching his stiffness spring to life. Before he had a chance to react, I had straddled him, pushing him back, squeezing his torso between my strong legs. I was determined to have a taste.

His body tensed under mine, slippery from the rain. "Nice try, but I don't think so," he growled, smiling. He grabbed me, moving himself over me.

"Hey!" I protested, my eyes blazing. I dug my nails into his muscular arms, beaded with sweat, creating little marks.

He ignored my protestation, and flipped me back as if I were nothing. "Did you really think you were going to get away with that?" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. I was breathing hard; my heart pounding in my ears overpowered the sound of the storm outside. 

He grabbed the back of my head by the base of my braid, now even wetter from sweat. I glared at him with a mixture of anger and lust as he positioned himself over me. "You Bastard!" I snarled. 

He laughed, and pressed his hand between my legs, feeling my wetness. "You know you love it." 

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him, glaring.

He just smirked. "No...fuck you!

And with that, he thrust himself into me to the hilt, biting my neck just hard enough to pinch. I held my breath, trying not to cry out. I closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure convulsed through my being. He pressed his body aggressively against mine, pinning me to the cool rock underneath. He continued plunging into me, delving into my deepest depths. I reached behind him and assaulted his back with my nails, knowing the vibrant red streaks I'd be leaving him with, but this only drove him on, making him thrust into me harder, plowing through me, splitting me in two. 

I grasped the back of his head, by his hair, and held it still, looking at him deep in his eyes, boring a hole into his existence. He stopped for a moment, frozen by my intense stare, then I pulled his lips into mine, kissing him with an unyielding force, and I thrust my hips against him, matching his energy. 

Our heat built, making our bodies slick from rain and sweat, and in that little crevice in the mountain we made out own microcosm, in which we were the only things in existence. He delved into me, consuming me body and soul.

Deeper.

Deeper. 

He was like a madman, and I held him close to me, his chest pressing against my breasts, feeling our hearts beat against one another, wildly. The waves surging through be became more intense and I gasped, my body bucking, the wet tendrils of my hair flying everywhere, as I came so powerfully that I felt as though I would lose consciousness. 

As my body contracted around his cock, he let out a moan. I felt his body tighten, his breath catching as he closed upon the point of no return. With one last deep drive into me, he filled me up completely as he came, his chest heaving as he collapsed on top of me.

We remained still as our hearts calmed and we began to recover from what had just happened. He looked at me gently, and brushed a damp lock out of my eye. 

"God, you're amazing, April," he said softly. 

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you too much when I scratched your back?"

He grinned. "I think I'll survive."

I raised one eyebrow at him, saying, "You might not want to get ahead of yourself. We still have a long haul to the bottom of this thing and it's only going to be worse because of the rain...But don't worry," I added, "I'll make sure to protect you."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to help you sleep at night, you silly girl."