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Perspective

By: Moondrift



Byron's Perspective

Alec was about seven years younger than me and I'd got to know him when his family moved into 36 Fox Lane so we were neighbours. At the time I first saw him I was fourteen and he was seven. I think because he had no siblings he viewed me as a sort of substitute older brother. It was a win-win situation because I didn't have a younger brother, or any brother or sister for that matter, so I took him under my wing.

You know the sort of thing; showing him how to make a kite and fly it; taking him down to the creek and teaching him how to catch yabbies; (For those unfamiliar with this term, a yabby is a small fresh water crayfish); taking him out on walks in the nearby bush and spotting kangaroos, emus and other wild creatures. All the sort of things an older brother might do for a young brother.

I suppose if he'd been my real brother, and if I saw him as a rival for my parents' attention, it might have been different. But his mother was very grateful for the attention I paid Alec. 

What his father thought I don't know because he was what my mother called, "A miserable sod," and he seemed to pay little attention to Alec and when he did it was only to shout at him or say something nasty, so perhaps I was a bit of a substitute father as well.

Anyway he was a nice kid, quite bright but a bit shy and I had real affection for him. His mother, Jenny, was a pleasant woman and she often said she valued what I did, and that she knew she could trust me with Alec.

* * * * * * * * 

I was about sixteen when a crisis erupted in Alec's family. The first I heard of it was when I overheard my mother tell dad, "That miserable sod has left Jenny." I got some detail next day when I saw Alec. He was only nine and didn't understand the full implication of what had happened. He simply said, "Dad's left mum and gone to live with a woman."

I heard my parents talking about it and mum saying, "A good thing too, she won't have to put up with that sarcastic bully any more, and perhaps she can have a bit of life now."

My father said, "She's attractive enough to get herself another man."

"Then you keep your eyes off her Dennis, and perhaps she won't want another man." mother said.

"All I'm saying Laura," Dad replied, "is that she's young enough and pretty enough to start again if she wants to -- no compulsion."

I think that was the first time I thought about Jenny's age. Considering Alec's age I thought she could be as young as twenty seven and her looks seemed to confirm this, but of course it was only a guess. 

At that time I was well into the stage when guys start to size women up for their looks but I'd never really taken much notice of Jenny's in that respect. After my father's comment about her being attractive I took an interest.

I suppose the word to describe her would be curvy or put more salaciously, voluptuous; you know the sort of thing, she went in and out in the right places for a woman.

I think her face can best be described as oval, with small but nice regular features and she had large hazel eyes which were long lidded and they seemed to have a sad look. She had auburn hair that always looked clean and shiny and was always cut neatly to just where her head joined her neck.

She spoke very quietly in a low alto voice that made you wish she'd go on talking, just saying anything so you could go on hearing her. This was a great contrast to mum, who is inclined to be a bit raucous especially when she gets excited.

Mum was also very different in looks to Jenny, and dad use to call her "My wild gypsy." He was older than mum by ten years and I know he really appreciated her because I could often hear him appreciating her in bed at night. Mum used to appreciate him back and I knew this because she was always a bit noisy about it.

I'd had my incestuous phase over mum. For a while I got jealous because dad had her to himself. At the time I decided that there ought to be a law that said fathers should share mothers with their sons -- sexually I mean -- but I got over that after I had my first sexual intercourse with big busty Rosemary Anders.

But back to Jenny; I concluded that as dad had said, she was an attractive woman; not fantastically beautiful but if she wanted to she could get herself another man. Having come to that conclusion I thought no more about it, although it did puzzle me a bit why her husband had committed adultery - why he felt the need since he had such an agreeable wife, but then, some of us are never satisfied, are we?

Jenny, as far as I could tell, didn't take on another man, unless you counted me as another man.

By that I mean that after "miserable sod" left I did a few of the jobs around her house that a husband might normally be expected to do like changing tap washers and clearing a stopped sink. At first she wanted to pay me for these little jobs, but I refused, and so she got around to giving me lunch occasionally, I suppose as a sort of payment.

Now you might be thinking that at this stage I'd got to the point of wanting to screw her, but you'd be wrong. 

Of course I knew about the older woman-younger guy thing; in fact in my class at high school we had this guy, Phally Andrews, who boasted that he'd screwed dozens of older women. His name wasn't really Phally and his nickname was short for Phallus. He was reputed to have the biggest dick in the school. Smarty Oberon had looked up the word "Dick" in a Thesaurus and found one of its synonyms was "Phallus."

I didn't really believe Phally and his talk about older women until I saw him come and go regularly at Mrs. Fraser's house a few times. Her husband was an interstate rep for his company and was often away from home, and I noticed Phally never called when he was at home. Mind you, I still think Phally grossly exaggerated his conquests.

As I say, I didn't think about Jenny sexually, that is, until one day when I saw her hanging the washing out on the clothesline. I must have seen her do it many times before, but for some reason that particular day I took notice.

She was wearing shorts and they fitted rather closely, and the first thing that caught my attention was what a nice bum she had, it's buttocks high and firm. Then I noticed her stomach. Now I know a lot of you guys like woman to have flat stomachs and I think I did up until that day I noticed Jenny's stomach for the first time. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't big and fat, but it just swelled out a little, and I thought it looked really sexy.

That I think was the first time I felt a bit horny over Jenny.

* * * * * * * *

I passed on from high school to tertiary studies and Alec was starting to move away from me a bit. He was involved with the Scouts and that together with his school work took more of his time. I'm not saying we had nothing to do with each other, but I suppose he was in the very early stages of moving away from adult supervision to a bit of independence, and I think in his eyes I qualified as adult at the time. 

As you can imagine, previously I'd spent quite a bit of time in Alec's place, in fact I'd built a small gate in the fence that divided our back gardens. I was still doing the occasional odd job for Jenny so I was still around their place at times.

Now I don't know what your experience has been, but I think that sometimes a quite small incident can make a dramatic change in our lives. One such incident certainly brought about a change in my life.

One day Alec came to our place. He'd got a computer and it'd had a fit of paralysis; everything was jammed up and he'd tried turning it off and on and still it was jammed. He'd been in the middle of a school project and was a bit panicky.

I knew a bit about computers so I went back to his place to see if I could fix the infernal machine.

I got it going for him and rescued his project, and as I was in the middle of a study project myself I was in a hurry to get back to my place.

Now I don't know whether Jenny thought she was alone in the house, or that Alec was the only one there and unlikely to come out of his room, but as I came out of Alec's room Jenny came out of the bathroom naked.

When she saw me she didn't yell or scream or anything like that. She just stood there taken aback for a few seconds, there was an intake of breath, and covering herself up with the towel she was carrying she hurried off to her bedroom.

I was as stunned as her, but in those few seconds I'd got a sort of mental image of her breasts locked into my brain.

I'd seen female breasts before, but for some reason Jenny's made an impact on me. I kept getting that mental image of them and for me they were the most seductive breasts I'd ever seen. 

I wanted to see them again -- not the image, the real thing I mean, and that was when I started to make any excuse I could to be in her place, and particularly in her presence.

Alec wasn't the excuse he might once have been, and so I used to do jobs that Jenny hadn't asked me to do, like cleaning out the gutters, mowing the lawn and weeding the flower beds; anything that would put me as close as possible to her.

These activities led to my being with her having a cup of tea or some lunch, usually in the kitchen. 

I started to have crazy thoughts about her; how I'd do anything for her just to be with her; that she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and I wanted to make love with her and be with her all the time.

I suppose that's what they call being in love and I certainly thought I was in love with her. I dreamed about her at night, and she kept popping into my mind during the day when I should have been concentrating on other things.

I wanted to tell her how I felt about her but could never muster the courage, and I suppose foolishly, every time I copulated with a girl I felt as if I'd betrayed Jenny. 

It might have gone on for ever, or might eventually have faded out, but one day, just after I'd finished planeing off the bottom of her front door that was jamming, and had screwed it back in place, things were brought to a head.

I was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea, while Jenny was doing something at the sink, when she turned to me and said...

Jenny's Perspective.

I first me Byron's family when Hal, Alec and I moved into 36 Fox Lane. Dennis and Laura were very welcoming and I noticed that despite their age disparity Alec and Byron seemed to get on very well, it was as if they were older and younger brothers.

I'd often thought it was a pity that Hal didn't want us to have any more children because I thought it was good if there were siblings. I suppose in a way it was a blessing I didn't have any more children at the time, the way things turned out.

I really liked Byron. He wasn't like a lot of boys of his age, noisy and brash and always showing off or going into a sulk. He was good for Alec because he showed him a lot of boy things and I really trusted Byron with Alec. 

Sometimes I'd make them some sandwiches and they'd take a bottle of water and go tramping through the hills most of the day, and Alec would come home excited about the things he and Byron had seen. 

I was grateful that Byron spent so much time with Alec, because I had my work to do. I had a job writing medical reports for doctors and I was able to work from home on the computer, and at holidays times when Alec was at home all day it could be a bit difficult, but Byron as it were, took Alec off my hands a lot of the time.

He was so patent with Alec. There was a time when Alec was having a hard time with arithmetic and Hal, who was a quantity surveyor and good at that sort of thing, couldn't be bothered to help Alec. He just told him, "Use your bloody brains," and that to a little boy -- I think Alec was eight at the time. But that was Hal's way, sarcasm and nasty remarks, not only with Alec, but with me as well.

It was Byron who spent hours coaching Alec in the subject. 

I never really understood how someone who had seemed so charming and loving could change the way Hal did not long after we got married. 

I can't accuse him of being the one who deflowered me, that had been achieved by one of the boys when I was at high school, but it was Hal who made me pregnant. He was very keen to marry me at the time. 

My parents told me not to marry him and they'd look after me and the baby, but like most young people I knew best, and anyway, I was besotted with Hal.

So we married, but it didn't take long for the other side of Hal's personality to emerge. One aspect was a resentment of Alec. He even said he wouldn't have married me if I hadn't got pregnant and that really hurt.

Then there was the time when Hal left me. I should have seen it coming. One day he rang me to say he was bringing a colleague home to have dinner with us, he didn't say which colleague.

The colleague turned out to be a petite little blonde with big "I'm so innocent and helpless" blue eyes. She was the very opposite to me and I'm prepared to admit I'm -- how can I put it? - well say it like it is Jenny, I'm a busty buxom type.

Hal even had the gall to expect me to become friends with her -- Alice her name was. He brought her home a few more times and when Hal started to arrive home in the middle of the night and spent much of the weekends elsewhere, I finally fell in, and accused him of having an affair with her.

He didn't deny it so I told him to clear out and go to her, and he did. It was one of the few times I got my own way with him.

About six weeks after he'd left he rang me and asked if he could come back. It seemed that his little blonde wasn't quite the prize he'd thought she was, or more likely he done his Jekyll and Hyde act with her and she wasn't having any of it. 

I didn't blame her, but I wasn't having Hal back either. I'd found that I could manage without a man around -- well not quite.

I wasn't sure how much Byron knew about what was happening with Hal and me, but I guessed his parents who knew about it would have told him something, or if not, Alec would have spoken to him.

It was after Hal had gone that Byron, the lovely boy -- well nearly a young man actually -- offered to do the sort of jobs round the house that a husband usually tackles. I should qualify that by saying that these days it's often the women who are better at these things than the men, but that was not the case with me.

I'd once thought that I'd like to have had a son like Byron, but that was ridiculous because I'd have had to be a very sexually precocious young girl to have given birth to him. Once he started doing the little jobs for me I began to think the other way, saying to myself, "If only I'd met someone like him before I married Hal." Hindsight can be a wonderful thing!

That of course put the age difference the other way round. Byron would have been twelve or thirteen years of age when I got pregnant and married Hal.

When Hal left me Byron had just begun his management studies and it was some time -- probably two to three months after Hal had gone - that Byron seemed to take a bit more interest in me. He often stayed with us for lunch and I would catch him staring at me.

His interest became even more obvious after the time he caught me coming out of the bathroom naked. I'd had no idea that he was even in the house, and I often went from the bathroom to my bedroom naked. I didn't mind if Alec saw me because he was used to seeing me occasionally like that, but Byron was a different proposition.

In the few seconds before I covered up with the towel I could see that look in his eyes. How can I put it, a mixture of surprise, to put it mildly, and attraction, to again put it mildly?

It was after that time that Byron began to find any reason he could to be around our place, especially with me. I couldn't fail to recognise what was going on. If he was in the kitchen with me, which was usually the place where we were together, he would sit looking at me like a hungry puppy pleading to be fed.

At first I tried to ignore it, telling myself that it was ridiculous that a young man like him should be getting worked up over someone my age. I knew about that Andrews boy they called Phally and Martha Fraser; most of us in the street knew about them, so I understood that young guys could fancy older women.

Martha Fraser was at least twenty years older than Phally but I guessed that those two were only using each other, and rumour had it that Phally had other older women on the go. In fact once outside the supermarket he tried to chat me up, but without success.

I don't know whether I was being as naïve with Byron as I'd been with Hal, but I just couldn't imagine Byron wanting to use me like Phally did Martha Fraser, and certainly I didn't want to use Byron, although at times I was tempted.

After Hal left me I was caught in a predicament. After the way Hal treated me I didn't want to trust a man again; on the other hand, I wasn't made to live like a reclusive nun. Along with this went the thought that if ever I did trust myself to a man again it would be someone like Byron.

Everything seemed to so complex; he looking at me in that hungry way and me wanting to feed him. It wasn't as if I didn't know what he wanted; I'd seen the obvious signs enough times. 

That's one of the advantages or disadvantages, depending how you look at it, for women; when they're feeling horny it doesn't show in the obvious way it does with men; I mean, with the man you can see he's signaling "I want sex with you," but the woman has slightly more complex signals.

At first I told myself that Byron would get over his hankering for me, but as time went on he didn't seem to get over me, if anything the situation got hotter. In the end he seemed to run out of reasons to come calling, and I didn't ask him for any. I wanted him near me, and frustrating as it was for me -- and him too no doubt -- I wanted to experience the sexual arousal that he gave me; wanted to imagine what it would be like with him.

From my perspective at least I knew it couldn't go on. It all came to a head the week Alec was away at a scout camp. At least we could have it settled without Alec hearing or being involved.

We were in the kitchen and I was doing -- or pretending to be doing -- something at the kitchen sink. I knew he was never going to say or do anything, so I turned to him and said...

Byron's Perspective

She turned to me and said very softly, "What is it you want, Byron?"

I was dumbfounded. Whatever ever else I might have expected her to say, it was not that.

Looking at her I could see in her eyes, not the usual sad look, but something more intense. I tried to answer but couldn't frame the words, and so she went on, "If you want to make love with me, then why don't you, instead of sitting there all the time just staring at me."

"I tried again, but all that came out was, "I...I...Jenny...I..."

"Come here," she said.

I didn't move and she said again, her voice becoming peremptory, "Come here Byron."

I rose and feeling fairly shaky I went to her. When I was standing in front of her she reached up and drew my face to hers, and then she kissed me, very gently at first, but then she started to float her tongue over my lips. It was then I disgraced myself.

Jenny's Perspective

I'd found the courage to speak and I asked him what he wanted. The poor boy seemed utterly confused and couldn't answer. I felt a pang of compassion for him; I'd taken him completely by surprise with my question.

I asked him to come to me, and when he didn't move I got more forceful. Having made a beginning I wasn't going to go back, there had to be truth between us and if he was going to back out, then now was the time, so I virtually ordered him to come to me.

He rose and when he stood in front of me I pulled my body to him and kissed him and moved my mons over his penis. It was then I discovered that he was right on the edge.


Perspective



I'd never experienced anything like it before, but it did not take much imagination to realise what was happening to him. He broke away from the kiss and moaned, "Don't...please don't Jenny...you're making me...oh God...ah...ah...ah..."

He had his hands behind my buttocks and was dragging me to him. I could feel his hard penis being thrust against me in spasmodic jerks. This went on for several seconds, and then he seemed to relax against me saying, "I'm sorry Jenny...I'm so sorry I tried not to..."

"It's all right darling," I assured him, "it's as much my fault as yours, I didn't realise you were so close. Take your jeans off and let's see how bad it is."

I helped him get his jeans and underpants off and he'd certainly made a mess. His underpants were soaked with sperm, and his penis, pubic hair and the lower part of his stomach was covered with it. I'd never seen such a large discharge of the sticky stuff before.

"Sit down," I said, "and let's get you cleaned up."

I took his underpants and put them to soak in the laundry, and then taking a hand towel I set about removing the rest of the sperm. He kept on apologizing and I kept telling him it was all right; in fact I was rather pleased to have inspired such a dramatic effect. It had never happened with the boy at high school or with Hal. 

Byron's Perspective.

I felt terrible. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, not with any of the girls. I tried to apologise but she kept saying it was okay and taking some of the blame on her self.

She was very kind, and helped me take off my jeans and underpants. There was a hell of a mess, and I don't think I'd ever shot so much cum before. 

She took my underpants away and then came back with a towel and started to clean up the sperm that was coating me.

I thought she would hate doing it, but she seemed to enjoy it. When she started to wipe my penis it began to get hard again, and then she did something I could hardly believe; she kissed the head of my penis and then gave it a little lick.

That did it; I cried out, "Jenny, I think I'm going to come again." 

She stopped licking and said, "No, wait darling, try to hold it back."

She stood up. She was wearing a rather plain green cotton sort of overall dress and she started to unbutton it. When all the buttons were undone she reached behind her back and undid her bras and they fell to the floor. Then she took of her panties and...

Jenny's Perspective.

I wasn't disgusted with him for coming like that, but I was determined not to let him get away with it so easily. As I cleaned him up I made sure I did a lot of manipulating of his penis. When I finished I kissed its head and started to lick it. I saw it start to shoot up and harden.

He groaned something about he was going to come again, and so I told him to hold it back. I can't say I had prepared myself for this moment. If I had I would have made sure I wasn't wearing bras and panties, and I certainly wouldn't have worn that old housework overall dress.

I unbuttoned it as quickly as I could, not sure if he'd be able to hold back. I got my bras and panties off and with the dress flapping open I sat across him and...

Byron's Perspective.

I thought hers were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. I wanted to touch them and suck her ripe nipples, but she gave me no chance. She sat across me, and then I felt my penis enter a warm, silky smooth paradise. 

She lowered herself on to my length until it was all in her, and then she paused for a few moments and said, "It's beautiful Bryon, really beautiful."

As she started to move up and down on me with a sort of rolling motion I managed to get my hands on her breasts. Their skin was an ivory colour and her nipples were like pink raspberries. As I stroked her breasts she started to whimper, "Its happening darling...it's coming...it's coming..."

Her movements became almost frenetic and I let go of her breasts and putting my hands on her hips I started to drag her down on me hard.

"Oh God...oh God...darling..." she cried out, "ah...ah...ah...let it...oh darling...let it go...in me...put it in me..."

I had no choice but to let it go because I couldn't hold back. I felt my sperm splatter into her and she gave a little scream and then started to sob. 

I finished ejaculating but she kept on moving making low moaning sounds, "Mmmm...mmmah...I love you...mmm....I need you....mmm...mmm...don't stop...don't....don't....aaaaah..."

At last she finished and she began to smother my face with tear wet kisses.

It was then I knew...

Jenny's Perspective

It was beautiful; it was an act of love I was sure. I wanted it to go on forever, but nature took its course. I'd been too close to coming even before we started, and now I got those warning signs - those little shocks -- that told me I was about to orgasm. I think it was the most deliciously agonising orgasm I'd ever had and I wished I could be a virgin all over again just so I could give it to Byron.

He had started to fondle my breasts, but as I grew more frenzied he helped me by putting his hands on my hips and working with me, pulling me down firmly on to his length.

I felt his sperm burst into me and when he'd shot the lot he didn't, like Hal, try to pull out of me, he stayed with me until I'd finished. Even then he didn't pull out, and I sat there crying and kissing him and telling him I loved him. I wanted us to stay like that for ever.

Byron's Perspective.

It had been so different. With all the others, as soon as I finished, I wanted to get dressed and clear off. With Jenny I wanted to stay and stay. It was love, and she was telling me repeatedly that she loved me. 

We stayed like that for a long time, but finally Jenny sighed and removed her self from me.

She laughed and said a little shakily, "I think we'd better have a shower, darling."

I tried to pull her back to me saying, "I do love you Jenny," but she laughed again and said, "In that case we'd better have that shower and then you can show me how much you love me."

That sounded like a promise of things to come, and so I followed her to the shower. She showed me how to remove my sperm from her vagina and then she washed my penis. She seemed bent on making it rise again, and in this she succeeded.

When we'd finished we dried each other and then she led me to the bedroom. I wasn't sure how I was to show her how much I loved her, but I was going to have a damned good try.

Jenny's Perspective.

As we lay on the bed together he started to explore me. He was so gentle and loving, not like Hal who often hurt me. Of course I like being hurt a little sometimes -- sexually I mean - but most times I liked the gentle touch.

He started at the top of me and worked his way down with his hands and lips. He lingered for a long time over my breasts, pressing them as he sucked my nipples. Who says you have to die before we can experience heaven?

It was when he reached my vulva that I became a bit afraid. Hal had once tried to give me oral sex at my request. He put his tongue in me and then pulled it out quickly and said, "Yuck, you smell and taste horrible."

Can you imagine how I felt, and I'd washed myself there very carefully.

If I smelt and tasted so bad I didn't want Byron saying, "Yuck."

I told him not to do it to me, but for the first time he became forceful. He pulled my legs apart and knelt between them. I didn't physically resist him, feeling that if he was going to be repelled it might as well be now as later, and it would be his own fault if he didn't like it.

I felt his soft tongue starting to lick. At first it seemed to swirl round the entrance to my vagina and then started to make little forays into my tunnel. After a while he found my clitoris, and realising by then that he didn't find me repellent, I put my hands behind his head as he gave me a beautiful orgasm.

I got the impression that Byron had given oral sex before he did it so well, but I decided I didn't want to know when or who with; all I needed to do was to appreciate his expertise.

Although Hal refused to give me oral sex after his first attempt, he did expect me to do it to him, so I thought, if I could do it for Hal, I can certainly do it for Byron.

I asked Byron to lie on his back and then I took hold of his penis and began to massage it very slowly and gently. I got some very satisfying groans out of him. After a while I pulled back his foreskin firmly so as to extend the head of his penis, and then started to lick and suck it, gradually making my way along its length.

It was when I did this for Hal he often hurt me, trying to force more of his length into my mouth than I could take. He did this by putting his hands behind my head and pulling me on to him.

I felt Byron put his hands behind my head and I waited for the next move, but it didn't happen. He just held me gently to him. 

Of course Hal always insisted on coming into my mouth, and I hated it. It was different with Byron. I felt him getting ready to come and he said, "I'm going to ejaculate Jenny, and took his hands away from my head. He left me free to choose what I wanted to do, and you may think it sounds stupid, but I felt so much love for him that I wanted him to come into my mouth - to taste him -- to feel his sperm slip down my throat.

His warm young semen flooded my mouth and I couldn't swallow all of it, and it started to run out of the corners of my mouth.

Byron's Perspective.

As she lay on the bed I wanted to do everything to her at once but I'd have needed the eight tentacles of an octopus to do that.

I contented myself with slowly exploring her body. She looked so lovely and I think I could have lingered over her breasts all day. But I knew what women like, and in fact some of the women I'd had insisted on my doing it to them.

It wasn't easy with Jenny. She seemed reluctant to let me do it to her and when I first started to lick her I could feel her tension. After a while she relaxed and I could hear her making little gasping, sobbing sounds.

She smelt and tasted very sweet and I wondered if she smelt and tasted different from the other women or whether love made the difference.

She had a very quiet orgasm, and the only real sign was the little flicking movements she made with her genitals.

I made sure she'd finished and then lay beside her. I admit that although I'd hoped she would return the complement, I had no intention of forcing her to give me oral sex. I wouldn't have needed to anyway because she soon had my penis in her mouth, sucking and licking.

Some woman don't like having sperm pumped into their mouths, so when I was about to come I left her to make the choice, and she took the lot. When I stopped my sperm was oozing from the corners of her mouth.

Jenny's Perspective.

He was so gentle and loving. He got some tissues and began to wipe my mouth and chin, something Hal had never done.

He had said he loved me and I thought of all that he'd done for me and Alec over the years. I don't think all that had been to try and manipulate me into having sex with him; in fact in the end it had been me who had initiated sex, and I was glad I had.

As we lay side by side on the bed, I started to wonder where things were going. I hardly expected that a young man like him would want to enter something long term with me.

I loved him very dearly, and in that moment realised I had loved him for a long time. Did he, was it possible, he might love me in the same way? 

I couldn't, I didn't dare ask him because to do so always seems like an act of emotional blackmail to me. What can the person asked answer, especially after just having had sex with you?

No, if they love you they must be free to say so.

He turned on his side to face me and kissed me on the shoulder and reaching for one of my breasts he said... 

Byron's Perspective.

I'd once performed in a melodrama at school. I was the hero who rescued the heroine from the clutches of the evil squire. As she clung to me, gazing up at me adoringly -- well it was supposed to be adoringly but her blonde wig had slipped and was covering her left eye so it was more of a squint -- I said, "I adore you; I love you with all my heart, be mine for ever."

My problem was, how do you say it in real life?

What I said was really quite inadequate for the way I felt.

"Jenny, I do love you, and it isn't just for sex."

In the play the heroine was supposed to say, "I shall be yours for all eternity my darling," but she was busy trying to get the wig straight and forgot her lines. I got us out of this by saying, "I can see in your eyes that your answer is yes."

Jenny's response was to starting crying and unlike in the play I wasn't able to improvise, so I just held her to me.

Jenny's Perspective.

He told me again that he loved me, and men don't usually do that after sex, only before. I started to cry and he held me close to him.

I started to think of the complications: Alec; his parents; our age difference; the studies he was in the midst of. 

It all seemed so impossible. I decided to say that we should keep it at the level of sex, but the truth was, I wanted more -- I wanted him in my life completely. I suppose I tested him by saying, "We can't be anything more than lovers, Byron, there's too much against us, for anything more."

He started to argue.

Byron's Perspective.

I think she was trying me out because she told me there couldn't be anything long term for us. 

I tried a test of my own, and in doing so took a big risk.

"I'm not going to have sex with you on some sort of casual basis, I want it to be the real thing with us," I said.

She lay there silent, looking at me searchingly. I thought I might have blown it and she'd tell me a go away.

Then she said, "All right Byron, if you really are serious then we can consider a permanent relationship, but I want you to be very sure."

I started to interrupt her but she said, "No Byron, we must give it time, and for a while I don't want Alec or your parents to know."

That seemed to be the deal, and so I grudgingly accepted it.

Jenny's Perspective.

I dearly wanted to have Byron in my life permanently but I didn't want to rush anything. For the time being I believed it would be better if we just kept the relationship confined to sex.

He challenged me by saying that if it was only at that level then he didn't want to go on with me. I could tell he was testing me because I knew he wanted the sexual aspect as much as I did.

Then I thought of all the things he'd done around the place and his relationship with Alec, and realised he was almost a husband anyway. So I told him that we should not rush into things and that if we kept it at the sexual level for a while we could consider a more permanent relationship later. In the meantime we should not tell Alec or his parents what we intended.

Of course I was trying to make sure that Byron didn't feel totally committed at that stage, and he was free to change his mind.

I could see he didn't like it, but he did agree and then we made love again.

Alec's Perspective.

You know, the trouble with adults is that they think us kids are deaf, dumb, blind and stupid. I could tell almost from day one when they'd started having sex, mum looked a different person; much happier.

Of course they do it when I'm not around except on the nights Byron comes in after I've gone to bed. He hopes I'll be asleep. They'll have to tell me soon because I can see the signs that mum is pregnant, and the way those two are I reckon that means wedding bells.

It's okay by me because Byron has virtually been a brother and a father to me for years, so we might as well make it legal.

I hope the baby isn't girl.

Tania's Perspective

Byron told us today about him and Jenny. Of course Dennis and I had known for a long time, but we didn't tell him that.

I have to say that we'd been concerned for some time about the girl that Byron might have ended up marrying, but if we'd had to choose, then Jenny couldn't have been a better choice.

I hope the baby is a girl.



Perspective



There she was. Seated on one of those swing-style outdoor seats on a patio raised some 10 or so feet above the ground, in that heels to butt posture with her knees well spread. In slacks, shorts, even bikini bottoms it would be intriguing. Stark naked under a short bikini cover-up it was indeed eye-catching. Her partner, about 10 years her senior, was seated about 6 feet to her left, also with his back pretty much to the wall, and therefore parallel to her, talking on his cel. 

Far from concerned, or making any attempt to cover up, she actually leant forward a little, elbows on knees to spread her legs a little further."We're very fortunate," she smiled, "we get a nice view from up here." 

The rich auburn landing strip was interesting. "Lots of nice views around here,' I replied, waving and moving on because her partner was switching off and pocketing his cel. 

Within 40 or so feet I was around a curve in the road and out of sight and another 200 feet brought me out onto the prospect looking out to sea. I was staying at a friend's cabin for a few days. Nice private little place on a beach. This prospect was about 1000 feet along the dead end road from a cabin. Settling onto a large rock, I shielded my eyes against the sun and took in the fantastic view of beach then sea then mountains. Gorgeous. Normally breath-taking...but this time my mind kept wandering back to the 1-inch strip of lush auburn thatch.

Remembering that my friend had supplied me with the neighbour's number, "...Just in case it comes in handy..." I took out my cel, and typed a text...

Does he know about the landing strip? Lol

Very quickly, I received...

Not yet. That's today's innovation. Like it? Lol

I was actually thinking 'does he know you're flashing it at the passersby' but I typed

Today's innovation? Are you doing daily specials? Lol

LOL...at his age, you have to keep things fresh...Lol...don't get me wrong he's a great guy...

Understood. And guys do have their uses, but... lol

Hmmmm, my kind of girl... ;-) lol

Hmmm, indeed. Did I really want to get involved...and with a neighbor – a neighbor with a husband no less? Thinking I'd better cool it, a little, give it some time to breathe, I used the cam to take a pic or two instead and emailed them off to friends I wanted to make envious. Then I hauled my butt off the rock and started back toward the cabin. Only to discover she was still there, on the patio. Although he had gone, inside presumably.

Seeing me coming she uncoiled from the relatively demure legs together sideways and resumed the full feet up legs apart literally show-the-pink pose. Sometimes I just can't help myself...not when someone is going to put it on a plate so to speak. "I got some really nice pix." I held up the cam...Click!

"Yeah, there's some great shots down there," she chuckled, apparently itchy on her inner thigh, nonchalantly running a fingertip along her pussy lips in the process.

I held up the cam again...Click!

"Send me some if they're any good."

Click!..."Of course."...Click, Click, Click! He was coming out of the house so I turned the cel to look at the pix. "Although I doubt there's anything you haven't seen dozens of times."

"Ahh but it's in the eye of the beholder isn't it." She chuckled.

Chuckling myself, I shook my head and wandered off, waiting about 100 or so feet to send the text...

How wet are you? Out of 10? ;-)

8...lmao

15 or so minutes later I stepped out onto the back patio of my friend's place. There was no view of the beach from there but it was warm and private and as I dropped the robe I decided to work the tanlines on my back and rump and stretched out face down on the chaise. I had an excellent, very erotic dream, and when I woke about an hour later I rolled onto my back and just lay there for quite some time, sipping wine and savouring the warmth on my flesh and face. 

That was when I decided to do it...and went through the pix, almost nonchalantly, selecting two and uploading them to the site. Then I send the link, by text, with no explanation... and poured myself another glass of wine, knowing the wait wouldn't be a long one...

There she was, glass in hand, smiling that wry little pussy tingling smile.

"Bitch!" I hadn't intended to be quite that blunt. But –well... the word just popped out I think in self defence as much as anything. 

"You'd better come in." She stepped aside and once I was in the cool interior led me through to the kitchen, where she handed me a glass and pointed to the bottle. She was probably almost as old as my husband, but wow, was she tight. Watching me study her, her smile broadened. "Good genes, hun, no credit to me or lifestyle believe me."

"Bitch," I repeated, swallowing deeply from the glass. Well, that site was horrific and in 24 hours, according to the caption, she would remove the smudge from the face that belongs the partially spread obviously wet pussy. That would put my face and my pussy on full view for however many people might chance upon it. "I was being playful."

"So am I," she replied simply, "and you'll thank me for it."

"How do you figure that?"

She merely smiled. "Do you want me to un-smudge your face?"

"NO!" How could she think I might?! Even as I said that though, not that I would ever let on to her, my nipples went taut and my pussy gave me that little wake-up buzz. "NO! I want you to take it down right now."

"I took the pic so it's my copyright. You posed for it so you can't argue I invaded your privacy. A judge would dismiss any suit straightaway. .."

The idea of going to court made my throat dry as dust. Evidently all the moisture having drained down below my waist...

"But that's not the real concern for you anyway, is it. You don't want to be exposed in front of friends, neighbours and your husband. I can understand that. That's why I giving you 24 hours to persuade me not to put you in that position..."

"But..."

"That's a good start, yes." She winked, smiling and topping up my glass. We might have been discussing gardens at the time of year, at worst the latest Lady Gaga get-up...but we weren't! ...we were talking about my humiliation! "Any time you want to offer me that tight little butt I'll be happy to entertain the idea."

"Bitch!" I was having trouble thinking clearly, finding words. "Blackmail...this is blackmail."

"Yes."

That direct. It was a blow that winded me, left me dazed and breathless...certainly unable to debate the issue. And that's when the bitch struck for real. Next I knew, she had removed the glass from and my hand and was unbelting my blue terry cover-up, slipping it off my shoulders, both hands at my breasts thumbs and forefingers tweaking my taut nipples through the bikini fabric...

"What size top?" I had no idea, drew a complete blank...my mouth may even have opened and closed but no sound emerged, none. "Doesn't matter," she continued on blithely, popping the catches and tossing aside my top. Then she was at the top button of my daisy dukes...NO!-if she got that she'd know there weren't any panties, that I'd come away deliberately without panties...but the button was already undone and the zip sliding down. Ever tried to trap someone's hand by covering it? It simply melted out of my grasp and with it went my daisy dukes down over my hips to the floor where she stepped on them and seemed to lift me out of this last garment. It was devastating, debilitating...call it what you will, she was in complete control, spinning me back to the kitchen counter, pinning me with an arm across my lower back into a forward lean where my elbows were on the countertop.

Last time I was in this position my husband had pounded me into multiple orgasms...NO! No! ...this I had to fight, had to wriggle and squirm and kick and win...had to!...had to slide away before...too late!-her finger sunk into my wet pussy from behind, skewering me completely. Screw your courage to the sticking place, Shakespeare had said. Well the bitch had and I was done, helpless, utterly incapable of defending myself. I did try. I didn't surrender unconditionally. Not right away. She moved the pressing forearm up between my shoulder blades. I tried to elude her grip...

She was ravishing me. First one finger now two, from behind, like a piston, pounding my wide open soaking wet pussy – and with it, me – into submission. Defenceless, I gave up, threw my arms over my head on the countertop, hoping she would get bored, maybe, if I played dead...only to find a thumb teasing at my anus. "NO!"

Her grip tightened and the voice, close to my ear, said, "Don't cum without permission. Ask first. Trust me, you want to ask first."

"Bitch!..." my breath caught in my throat, "NO, PLEASE..." I felt the thumb cross the threshold, searing agony in my unlubricated sphincter dissolving into surreal floating, on the verge, and I knew I was on the verge, and I tried to ask permission, but her fingers were hitting inside me so hard and fast even my thoughts had that reverberation you get from heavy vibrations and I couldn't remember the words I needed to say as the wave surged, grew more, surged again and crested in a rush...

No disrespect, guys...I love dominating men, even making them write and publish accounts of their humiliation. But there are times you are just too easy. No, not easy exactly. That's disrespectful and actually not correct. Forgive me. Let's say there are times when I crave the challenge of controlling a female. Someone I know will fight with every ounce of her strength. Someone I know I will have to strip layer by layer, like an onion, first of her inhibitions, then of her dignity. Someone I will have to enslave, completely, in order to be certain of control and dominance.

And there she was.

When I came down the stairs, she was still curled, fetal-position, at the base of the kitchen cabinets. Her eyes registered my presence, widening, but she made no other move. I popped the dildo out of my strap on and tossed it at her. "Suck on that, you'll need the lube."

She lifted her head a few inches from the floor, eyes imploring.

"I did warn you not to cum without permission. Now suck on it. I am trying to make at least a little bit easier for you." And I was. Genuinely. She was going to struggle to accommodate a dildo that size, especially when we moved into some of the positions I had in mind...



Perspective



HER

My name is Caitlyn James. I have been married to Steve for three years. From the moment I met him until just recently I have been happier than I ever thought possible. For some reason, though, he has moved out of our home. He thinks I have been having an affair. I haven't but I'm angry at his lack of trust in me. He doesn't seem to realise that I love him more than life itself.

I don't know if my story is typical but here it is anyway. We met when we were both undergraduates. He was pre-med and I was pre-law. We were both really serious about our studies but kept on bumping into each other. I would go to a new bar and he'd be there. I would be having a meal out somewhere and he would arrive at the same place. 

This got us talking about the luck we seemed to be having in meeting up with each other. It didn't take us too long to realise that we had met someone special. I was in awe of him. He was about 6' 2" and really well built. He had the broadest shoulders that tapered off to a slim waist. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. The best part was that he didn't typically wear clothes that showed it off. In fact he almost went out of his way to hide his magnificent physique. 

This told me plenty about him without him even saying anything. He was really secure in his body and didn't need anyone to approve of his build to feel good about himself.

We began dating and felt a connection straight away. Our first kiss left me breathless! We found that we shared many of the same values. My ambition was to go into corporate law and try and clean up some of the corruption I saw there. He wanted to specialise in Palliative Care – looking after the dying. This too told me more about him than he ever needed to say. He had a really compassionate nature that I was falling in love with.

When we were together he treated me as if I was the centre of the universe. He always made me feel special. I know my friends were jealous of our relationship because they could see how special we were to each other.

When we both went to Grad school, Steve proposed. It was a no brainer; of course I said yes. By this time he had met my parents and two younger sisters. Everyone really liked him. I could see that my sisters took a particular shine to him. Fortunately they immediately saw him as the big brother they didn't have. 

We didn't get married until we were both established in our first jobs after graduating. We both worked ridiculous hours; he at a leading cancer hospital and me at the biggest Corporate lawyers in town. But we still made time for us. We ate out together and spent many hours just walking and talking. We fell more deeply in love in those times because they were so precious. We both knew that we needed to work hard in order to realise our dreams but we also knew that our times together were really important too.

The wedding was a smallish affair. We had about a hundred guests, both family and friends. My sisters were my bridesmaids and we had such a beautiful day. Steve's speech made me melt. He compared our love to the earth – timeless but adaptable to any situation. He promised me in front of everyone that he would love me to the end of time. He made me cry, I was so happy.

In the time we have been married we have both climbed the ladder in our various professions. I became the youngest female Associate ever in our firm. Steve became the assistant head of Palliative Care at his hospital. Our dreams were on track. We were madly in love and simply loving life

Part of my job is to travel to our clients' places of business. This means out of state travel, not often but probably once every couple of months. We could usually sort out what needed to be done with a single visit of a few days.

We usually travelled with the same team. One of the team was my direct boss, Tony Williams. He was a few years older than me, divorced and quite handsome, in a rugged, outdoors way. He loved to go hiking in his spare time and many a time regaled the team with his adventures during his annual holidays. We worked really well together. 

One particular client had more problems than we expected so we ended up having to visit them four times in six weeks. It was unfortunate but necessary. I hated being away from Steve that much but I had little choice. It was part of my role at work and I was expected to fulfil my role.

During the second visit I became ill, so ill that I needed to see a doctor while I was there. Tony was so nice to me then. He insisted that I do no work and that the rest of the team could handle it. I was so grateful that he was there. Being ill in a strange town was bad enough but at least I got a little pampered while I was there. 

I had a urinary tract infection, which made it hard to pee because it hurt so much. Sex was certainly out of the question. By the time I got home I was feeling awful. All I wanted to do was have Steve hold me and make me feel better. 

When I got home that Friday night I told Steve I was worn down and just wanted to lay in bed with him. He began to get amorous but I wasn't in the mood. I lashed out, told him that I was tired and to top it off I told him that I'd been feeling off all week and that Tony looked after me.

What actually happened was that he wanted sex and wasn't going to take no for an answer. I got angry because all I wanted was to be held. He'd never been like that before so I thought about why he would treat me like that. Two scenarios ran through my head. The rational one was that he was horny and wanted relief. The irrational one was that he had done something bad and needed to atone for it. In my tired, angry and unwell state I decided that he had done something really bad. All that I could think of was that he had cheated on me.

The rest of that weekend was one of stony silence. I still felt terrible and to make matters worse I had to go back to our out of state clients that Monday to try and finish what needed to be done. Fortunately there were no unsolvable problems. By mid-week all was fixed and we came home.

In a short space of time we made a few decisions that ended up being really positive both for our clients and our firm. We saved one company from bankruptcy by exposing a thief in their midst and helped another company stave off a hostile takeover. We were getting a lot of notice from the Partners and we were usually talked about together – we were a team and a damn good one.

Last week we had our annual mid year function for the Partners and Associates. I know Steve usually hated these things, simply because we spoke 'shop' for much of the night. It was never a casual evening. The sharks always circled and positioned themselves to be seen in a positive light. I was glad that I didn't have to worry about hat this year because of our spectacular successes.

I wore my LBD, my little black dress. I knew Steve loved the way I looked in it. I made sure that he knew that I was looking forward more to the end of the evening when we got home than the actual dinner itself. 

The night was typical of those occasions. The Partners held the floor and various associates gathered around them hoping for recognition. Tony and I spent a fair bit of the night talking together, mainly by ourselves because none of the other lawyers could afford not to schmooze with the Partners. 

Steve spent his evening at our table. He hated lawyers in general and many of my colleagues in particular. He seemed particularly antagonistic towards Tony. I wasn't sure why. If he got to know him I know he and Tony would get on with each other. 

Anyway, the highlight of the night was the awards ceremony. Every time we had a function like this the Partners gave out awards. They were partially tongue in cheek and good for a laugh, but all the Associates knew that there was a seriousness beneath the surface. They were things like the Associate most likely to be made Partner, most likely to stay in the position that they were in, and things like that. The final award was for the Associates most likely to form the best Partnership. It was awarded to Tony and me. 

I flushed with pride as I stood and went to collect my award. Halfway to the microphone Tony joined me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and I just laughed. Nothing could hurt me. I was really proud of the work I had been doing and I knew that the Partners appreciated all the hard work we had done. 

Tony got to the microphone first to thank the Partners. He said that we were a great team, a great partnership. He said that we could anticipate what the other was thinking and what they needed. He added to that, "Especially while we are out of state." He said it in a joking fashion and everyone laughed. I laughed as well, as did Tony and the Partners. 

I took the microphone and said, "It's great working so closely with someone who fulfils my professional life as well as Tony. Without him I'd be lost."

Everyone laughed and cheered at that. We went back to our tables. I looked up but Steve wasn't there. I looked around and didn't see him. I thought he'd gone to the toilet so didn't think anything of it. When he didn't come back after a while I was worried. Maybe he was unwell. I asked Tony, who had joined me at my table, to see if he was in the men's room. Tony left and came back a short while later. "Noone in the men's room. It was totally empty."

I thought to myself that maybe he was embarrassed that Tony and I were awarded together. Noone else was given an award with anyone else. I was beginning to have a really bad feeling in my tummy. I have no idea why but I did. I didn't have my phone with me so I decided to go to our car. I said my goodbyes, complaining of a headache and left. 

Our car was still there. I got in and began to drive home. Tony ran out of the building and flagged me down. There was real concern on his face. 

"Are you OK? You left really suddenly."

"I'll be OK when I get home and talk to Steve. I think he's gone home." I was babbling.

Tony said, "Are you OK to drive? You seem really shook up."

"I'll be fine," I said.

"You're not fine. Let's get a coffee. It'll give you time to settle down. It'll only take five minutes."

I thought that was a good idea. There was an all-night coffee shop next to the hotel that the dinner was held at. I parked my car and went inside with Tony. He held my hand as I had a million bad thoughts running through my mind. It was thirty minutes later that I eventually left and drove home. 

There were no lights on. I parked my car and went inside. No sign of anyone. I went to the bedroom – no Steve. I began to panic. "Where the hell is he?" I thought.

I went back into the lounge and turned on the light. There, propped up on the coffee table was an envelope with 'Caitlyn' written on the front. My heart sank and I felt a real sense of dread when I opened it.

Caitlyn,

It seems to me that I have been replaced by Tony. With all your travel with him recently and the way you behaved with him tonight it is obvious what is going on. I suspected something was up but tonight in front of your peers I think it was confirmed.

I'm taking some time off from work and am going to spend some time by myself. I need to work a few things out. Please don't try and contact me. I will see your Caller ID on my phone and will simply ignore it.

I'll be in touch soon.

Steve

I collapsed onto the ground. I was sobbing my heart out. I felt myself being lifted up. Tony had followed me home and heard me crying. He sat me down and went to put the kettle on.

I showed him Steve's letter. "Why would he think we're sleeping together? I know we are great partners at work but I've never even tried anything with you Caitlyn."

"I know that Tony, and I really appreciate it too, not making things awkward by doing something stupid. But I don't know how he got the impression that we were."

As I talked things out with Tony I began to get really angry. "How dare Steve think that I'd betray him like that? I've never even thought of sleeping around. Bastard. He's probably just covering his own tracks."

"What will you do," asked Tony?

"I think I might take some time off from work. There's nothing really important on deck is there?"

"No," said Tony. "Nothing that can't be handled without you, anyway."

"Then I'll try and think this through and see how he got this stupid idea into that thick skull of his. Thanks, Tony, for being here"

"My pleasure, Caitlyn," he replied. Then he left.

HIM

I met the love of my life when I was an undergrad, studying Pre-Med. We kept on turning up at the same places; coffee shops, restaurants, parties. I eventually got up the courage to ask her out. I was overjoyed when she said yes.

Let me describe this goddess for you. She was tall, at least 5'10" and thin. Because she was so thin, her C cup boobs looks much bigger. She had a pert little ass that looked good in anything from jeans to business wear. Her long, dark hair was usually tied back but when it was out it reached almost to her ass. It was beautiful. She had piercing blue eyes and a cute dimple in the middle of her chin. She was gorgeous.

I fell for her, hard. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her. When we eventually slept together I remember hoping that the sex would be okay because I didn't want to give this girl up.

It was better than okay. It was spectacular. We made love slowly. I teased her, kissing her all over before I got to any erogenous zones. When I got there I heard her breathing become ragged. By the time I got to her pussy she was purring. It didn't take me long to bring her to orgasm with my tongue.

I didn't think I was terribly experienced with my tongue but it obviously worked on Caitlyn. We went on to make slow, beautiful love. It was exquisite. By the time I entered her we seemed to be totally able to read each other's responses. I'd never experienced a partner that seemed so suited to me.

We stayed awake almost that whole first night exploring, teasing, loving, fucking. It was the most memorable sexual experience of my life.

We were lucky enough to be able to continue our love for each other throughout Grad School. I asked her to marry me not long before we both graduated and was elated when she said yes.

The wedding was beautiful. My bride was perfect. Her wedding dress was understated, but spectacular. What she wore underneath it was amazing. Pure white corset, tiny G String, stockings, the works. I had the sort of wedding night most men dream of. I was glad that I didn't drink too much. I'd heard too many stories of grooms not able to consummate their marriage because of the booze.

We were lucky enough to land the sorts of jobs we had dreamed of. I was in a cancer hospital and Caitlyn was in the corporate sector of a large law firm. She was doing spectacularly well and made Associate Partner not long after she started. She was elated.

Unfortunately this meant more out of state travel. She seemed to always go with the same person, Tony Williams. The first time she travelled with him she came home and could talk of nothing else but how wonderful Tony had been. I was a little miffed that she seemed so enthusiastic. 

Nothing changed at home. Our sex life was great and there wasn't any change there.

The next time she travelled, again with Tony Williams, she almost gushed with enthusiasm for how wonderful a person Tony was.

This happened every time she travelled. Then there was one trip, or should I say series of trips. Apparently one particular client needed three or four visits from Caitlyn (and Tony) before their mess was cleared up. Each time Caitlyn came home she was too tired to make love. This had never happened before. In between trips, on two separate occasions we didn't make love at all. 

After the second of that series of trips Caitlyn didn't want to make love but I did. I tried to get her in the mood. All she did was say that when she was away and feeling low that Tony looked after her.

To say I was worried was an understatement. My immediate thought was that she was getting it elsewhere and Tony was the logical choice, given how she enthusiastically spoke about him every time she could.

I had no proof but her demeanour was pretty damning.

Then we had the dinner. She spent most of the night with Tony, leaving me to my own devices. I hated those nights anyway but this one was particularly bad. Then they got to the prize giving. Surprise, surprise, Caitlyn and Tony got an award for the most likely to, I dunno, fuck each other or something. Then I watched their body language while they walked up to get their award and while on stage. It was obvious to me that they had slept together. Then he kissed her. They both made comments that could have been entirely innocent but in front of everyone it sounded like Caitlyn was making a decision that she preferred Tony to me.

I was humiliated. I imagined that everyone in the room was laughing at me because I seemed to be the only one upset with her decision. Her work colleagues thought it was great. So I left.

I was angry and caught a taxi home without really knowing that I did. I packed a bag and wrote a note to Caitlyn explaining that I needed time out to think a few things through.

When I was ready to leave, about 5 minutes after I got home, I sat and thought about it. By now Caitlyn will have realised that I was at home so I thought I'd wait the few minutes it should have taken her. I actually waited for half an hour. There was no sign of her so I put my stuff in my car and left. As I turned out of our street I saw her car coming the other way. I was just about to turn around and come home when I saw that there was a car following her. I looked closely at who it was. Of course, Tony Williams. No surprise there. So I kept driving, certain that my marriage to a woman I thought was my soul mate, was over.

HER

I was frantic, but not so worried that I was going to get my knickers in a twist. I was actually really angry. He's probably stepped out on me while I was working out of state and now he thinks I'm the one having the affair? That just goes to show, when you think you know someone, you actually may not. I thought I knew Steve well but apparently either I'm not as observant as I thought or he's a really good liar.

I decided that I would just wait and see. I was glad of the time off work, though. It gave me a chance to re-energise myself. I must admit, though, I did spend some time wondering what Tony would be like in the sack, with his rugged good look and his out-doorsy attitude. It gave me a bit of a thrill when I thought about it. I knew he cared for me so it wasn't too big a leap to think he might be interested in a bit of horizontal dancing.

HIM 

I drove for a few hours, had a short nap and then drove again. This went on for about a day. Finally I was far enough away that I was not weighed down by proximity. I had driven, inadvertently, to a mountain resort that I loved. It was a perfect place to spend some time pondering the future. 

If Caitlyn wanted out to be with Tony I was damned if I would let that happen easily. I knew a bit about divorce law and, even though she was a lawyer, I knew that if there was infidelity on her part I would get a majority judgement.

Then I thought what I'd do. There was any number of nurses where I work who'd made it pretty obvious that they wouldn't mind getting up close and personal with me. This might just be what I needed.

HER

I was going mad with anger and anxiety. When was he going to call? I'd worked out exactly what I was going to say. I would tell him in no uncertain terms what I thought of him. I would say that it was ridiculous to think Tony and I were sleeping together, and I would tell him that if he actually believed that we were it wouldn't be too hard for me to make it happen. If he wanted out of the marriage I would drag his ass through the courts so hard that he wouldn't be able to sit down for a year. I would ruin him and his 'holier than thou, doctor' personality.




Perspective



HIM

I decided to drive back to what used to be my home. I would let Caitlyn have her say, ask her if she actually preferred Tony over me, let her know that I would contest any support and because of her infidelity I knew I would get the ruling I wanted.

Then I'd let it be known at work that I was available. Within a few days I thought I could lose myself in the arms of more than a few nurses.

HER

I heard his car come up the driveway. I thought, "Okay, so you want a confrontation, well I'm ready you son of a bitch."

HIM

I got out of the car and went to walk inside. I steeled myself for what I thought was going to be an ugly confrontation.

THREE MONTHS LATER 

CAITLYN

We realised as soon as we set our eyes on each other that we weren't really going to say anything that we thought we were going to say. I melted when I saw him. I hugged him and said, "I never want to let you go."

He said something similar and we went straight to the bedroom.

"Fuck me, lover, like you always do."

He did, and it was even better than it used to be. He knew all of my weaknesses and used them to his advantage. I love having the back of my neck kissed, so he did. I loved him teasing my breasts without touching my nipples, so he did. I loved having my ass played with while he ate me out, so he did. It was magical. Not a word was spoken but we were together as one again.

STEVE

When she hugged me I felt rather than heard that she still loved me fiercely, and I knew I would only ever love her. Any thoughts of screwing nurses were like a bad dream.

I loved her that way I try to every time we fuck. I tried to get at all her sensitive spots; the back of her neck, her ass and just beneath her jawline either side of her chin. I loved kissing her there.

We screwed for ages. I even went back for a third helping and I'm sure she came more than I did. Life was good.

CAITLYN

I had to say something. The next day I sat Steve down and said, "I have never slept with Tony, nor will I ever sleep with him. He's a great guy and a fantastic work colleague, but as for anything else, he's not my type. Personally, he's nothing like you. You're my type and I don't want any other.

He had tears in his eyes. "When you pushed me away that time after you came home in a bad mood I thought it was the end. You seemed to come home from every trip raving about how great Tony was, how he looked after you, how great he was at his job. Then at the dinner you abandoned me and spent the night talking to him. He kissed you on the mouth when you won your award and then you both just about declared your love for each other on stage. I put two and two together and got 47. I had no evidence but for some reason I convinced myself that you and he were sleeping together. I'm so sorry for getting it so wrong."

I said, "Well, when you went off that night I thought about your behaviour. That trip, when I came home and you thought I was in a bad mood? I was sick. I'd been to the doctor and everything. All I wanted was for you to hold me and make me feel better. I didn't want sex, I had a urinary tract infection, I just wanted to be held. I was so angry that I decided that when I came home the next time I wouldn't sleep with you out of spite. I even convinced myself that you were behaving like that because you were the one having the affair and you were somehow covering it up."

His response was just like at our wedding, and he made me cry again. He told me his love was adaptable to any situation and that he would love me to the end of time. He also said that if things had been happening and I chose someone else that he would let me go, knowing that it would make me happy.

STEVE

We decided that we needed to smarten up our communication skills. At any time, either of us could have cleared the air with a word or two. So we resolved that we would do that in future. We decided to see a professional to make sure it didn't happen again. As a part of this communication we started talking about having kids. We both knew we wanted children. It was just a matter of when. Caitlyn discussed the situation with the Manager of her Law firm. She was told that the firm employed its own child-care workers and had a crèche where employees' kids could go during the day. I talked about rearranging my working hours at the hospital too. Fortunately they were amenable to me working the hours I felt I needed.

The bottom line is that we are expecting our first child in six months time. We decided that we fell pregnant on the day I returned home. We have no idea whether that is the case or not, but it will be a nice story to tell the grandkids some day.



Perspective: Hers



Hey readers! I haven't written in a while, but I've been wanting to try my hand at a perspective story. I've seen a few other writers do it and I love reading them. So after reading this one, make sure you check out Perspective: His. 

As always, feedback and comments are welcome. Thanks for reading!!

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Perspective: Hers

I looked myself up and down in the mirror, "This is silly, Maxine. Pull yourself together," I sighed, talking to my reflection.

The annual Valentine's Day couples dinner was in full swing and I was supposed to be in the church hall already. I had performers that needed me. The dinner was a big deal for most of the church congregation and the nervousness of everyone who had volunteered to sing was bound to be crippling. I was the accompanist. I was my duty to hold their hand and help them power through the stomach butterflies. I just couldn't bring myself to leave the bathroom. 

I had seen him walk in with his grandmother on his arm and it was the most adorable thing ever. The gray haired woman strode proudly next her grandson, a look on her face that I hadn't been there since her husband died last year. It was obvious how much she had wanted to come to the couples dinner tonight and even more obvious how thankful she was to have a good hearted grandson. 

She'd been talking about it for weeks, and me being responsible for brewing the tea for fellowship every Sunday afternoon, I had heard each loving word. They were spot on, too. Her grandson was a looker. Tall, with a trained build and tonight he sported a perfectly fitted white dress shirt and slacks. If I had heard right, he was single and just turned twenty-five. A little older than me, but well within the parameters of an acceptable age variance I thought. 

It was incredibly foolish of me, and I knew it, but I wanted him. I knew he was to be the only other single person here tonight and the stupid Cinderella like story line had been playing in my head since I knew he was coming. My last boyfriend had unceremoniously dumped me a year ago, and after that night, I had only dreamed that a man could bring me pleasure. But true to every pitiful stereotype befitted to girls my age, I dreamed that Geoff could be that man. 

For weeks, I pined for him not knowing what he looked like, what he sounded like, but yearning for him. It was stupid. I was stupid. This was a fucking fairy tale and I needed to let it go. He wasn't going to see me from across the room and immediately want me. In my skirt and sweater, my hair in a tight little bun, I looked like a church mouse. He wasn't going to approach me and grant me any sort of kindness. I was a complete stranger and a nerd at that. And most of all, he wasn't going to take me home and ravish me until I shook in his arms. That was impossible. 

So I straightened my posture and patted away the wrinkles on my sweater. I pointed at my reflection, "Get your head out of the clouds, you fool. There's a show to put on and people need you." 

I exited the restroom and Pastor Mike was already on the stage greeting the dinners as they snacked on dessert. As I found my way to my seat wondering just how long I had been in the bathroom, it was as if the world was mocking me. There was Geoff, standing by the dessert table, innocently chewing on one of the brownies I had baked for the event. I smiled and tried hard to look away. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he looked like he was really enjoying that brownie. I snapped my stare away and rose to my feet upon hearing Mr. and Mrs. Perry talking into the microphone. They were the first to sing this evening and I was supposed to be at the piano already. 

Thank goodness for the great comfort that comes from sitting at the piano. I relished the safe feeling that I get every time my fingers grace the keys. Though the surroundings may be different, the piano is always the same. My eyes wonder about the room, but the keys never change and the notes are always there for me. As of late, that piano had been the thing that I clung to in my horrid loneliness and self-denial. 

The Perry's sang, as well as the other four performers I had on the set list for the night. I prided myself in being the best accompanist I could be and while each of them sang their love out for the world to hear, I carried them. I brought them to each crescendo and held them until the fermata passed. The years I had spent padding my fingertips along the ivory gave me the ability to instantly bend and change the measures when someone came in too early or missed their cue completely. Every song sounded perfect to the audience despite the many mistakes the performers and I knew had been there. I was damned good at my job. 

The night had fell into the usual state it always did. The couples danced and socialized, eventually leaving to tend to whatever plan lay solely for the company of each other. I had made my rounds congratulating each one of my performers and assuring those who still seemed rattled by their performance. It helped for a while to distract me from the stupid girly feelings that were bubbling up inside me. 

I had wished all through the set list that maybe, just maybe, he was looking at me and not those whose voices graced the church hall. I prayed that he had some musical appreciation and would somehow be drawn to the little church mouse sitting at the piano. It was incredibly stupid that I craved the attention of a man who didn't even know me from any other girl on the street, but my fairy tale had rooted itself too deep. It was after nine, when the dwindling of the crowd became noticeable and he was nowhere to be found. 

"Max?" a voice I knew to be from Pastor Mike came from behind me. "What's eating you?"

I sighed. I definitely did not want to discuss the ridiculously unfounded disappointment I was going through. "Nothing," I lied. 

He sat at the empty table with me and we watched many members on the congregation say their goodbyes. "I remember being single on Valentine's Day," he whispered. "It was always torture." 

I turned to give him a sad smile. "You can say that again."

"I can offer you my son for company?" he nodded to the left side of the room where his three year old was sneaking another brownie from the dessert table. Pastor Mike watched as his son filled his mouth with the brownie, getting copious amounts all over his face and fingers. "Although, I can't say that's a face anyone would want to kiss." 

I laughed, watching the three year old lick his fingers and run off to find some other form of entertainment. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll be fine, really." 

Pastor Mike stood up and sighed. "It's hard now, but you're an amazing young lady and there's sure to be some amazing young man that can't wait to get a hold of you. Patients, Maxine." 

I smiled though the pity in his words cut deep. Why did I need consolation? There was a surge of emotions in my head and I needed to work them out. "Why don't you take your family home? I can lock up the church."

He gave me a confused look, but noticed my fingers twiddling around in my lap. "Ah, you want to practice," he nodded in approval. "Well, I'll leave you to it then. Have a nice night."

There were a few bodies moving around in the hall, cleaning up and gathering tables together, but I was sure none of them would mind. It wouldn't be too long before they were gone and if I was already playing I wouldn't have to say anything about why I didn't have a date to get home to. I took the two stairs up to the small stage and blinked away tears as I greeted my closest friend. 

I wouldn't need my sheet music. I knew what to play. I ran my fingers along the keys falling into the comfortable two-four melody of my favorite composer. The five sharps had once been extremely difficult for me to wrap my head around, but now they came naturally. Every note had been etched into my soul through years of playing it and at once I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort. 

I began silently asking my piano, asking Chopin all the questions that had been plaguing my mind all night. What was it about this stupid holiday that made me all emotionally crazy? What was it about that guy that I wanted so much? Did I really want him or would I have settled with any decent looking man that took interest? No, that one I knew the answer to. 

I fell into the second portion of the piece with the small runs coupled with the triplets, sextuplets, and leaps abounding in the bass. I wanted Geoff. I remembered the way his dark brown hair would have been just long enough to run my fingers through, and the way he looked once his shirt sleeves were rolled up. How content he had looked nibbling the brownie I had made. Would men ever understand the little things that drove woman crazy? I excitedly ran through the heart of the piece, past the fortissimo and into the finger blurring embellishments that marked the much needed return into the first movement of the piece. 

Thank God, for they composition style of Chopin. Not done with my thoughts, I sank back in to the beginning of the piece, perfectly able to loop the ends together as if Chopin knew that I would need to play more. My friends and I, the piano and Chopin, were having a wonderful time and I was beginning to feel much better about my predicament. With every note, they assured me it would me alright and I closed my eyes and listened to their assurance gratefully. 

"Whatcha playing?" an unfamiliar voice tried to interrupt. I was used to this. When I got particularly emotional it echoed in my playing, making me sound five times better than I would normally be. 

"Nocturne in F sharp major. It's Chopin," I replied as if the interruption had never taken place. I assumed it was a church member lingering around. They would go away as soon as they realized I didn't want to be bothered. They always did. 

"It's nearly as beautiful as you." The unfamiliar voice seemed to radiate an admiration unlike anything I'd heard before and it caught me off guard. I mucked up the peddling and stammered through the next few notes. What on earth just happened? I've always had the ability to play through any conversation. What did he just say?

I had to say something back, but no matter what I thought to say, it all seemed foolish. "I don't believe we've met." I turned my attention back to the comforting sight of my fingers. What a fool I was. 

"And yet, I'm fascinated with you," the voice sighed gently.

That was the icing on the cake. I'm sure Chopin was turning in his grave and the sound of my mucking up the beautiful nocturne. I had to stop playing altogether. I turned on the bench to face the one person in the world who had been able to faze me and my breath caught. 

"My name, your highness, is Geoff, and what might I call you?" He made a show of bending at the knee and extending his hand. It was like all those historical movies where they made a dramatic display out of meeting someone pertaining to royalty. It was very cute and he had me hook, line, and sinker. 

I had no choice but to smile and play along. "You may call me Max, for my name is Maxine." I set my hand in his palm and waiting for the inevitable squeeze I was sure he would give, but apparently we were referencing different movies. He held my hand and bent to grace his lips to my fingers. For a pianist, that's and extremely romantic thing to do. My stomach did flips and I struggled to keep a gasp from escaping my lips. 

He continued with such a tremendous loveliness, "My fair Max, what marvelous talent you have. You have won my heart entirely at the grace of these magnificent fingers."

"Oh really?" I giggled back helplessly. There was no way I was going to stay calm after he just kissed my hand, but I was going to do my best to be coy at least. "Such a strange thing to love my fingers. Are you quite sure you love them?" 

"Don't you already know, your highness?" With my hand still in his grasp, he bent a knee on the small stage and brought my wrist to his chest, placing it over his heart. I felt his rampant heart thumping relentlessly and my swoon was inevitable. He gave me a look of mock hurt continuing on, "Surely you can feel my love for you," 

"Whatever should we do, my lord? I fear your poor heart cannot take much more." I couldn't help myself. Maybe it was basic biology kicking in. The place over my heart was soft and squishy but the place over his was firm and muscled. I felt like he was some strong knight beneath my finger tips and I really enjoyed it. I felt no shame taking it a step further and tracing small figure eights on his chest.

"Tis but one thing to do, my lady," He stepped up the rest of the way on the stage and to my disappointment removed my hand. "You must continue playing until I am affected no longer."

"Oh, I'll play alright," I thought to myself turning my attention back to the keys. I settled back on the same nocturne, hoping that I could keep my fingers in line this time. I couldn't believe the same guy I had been hopelessly pining over was standing over my shoulder wanting to watch me play. I've had people watch me play before, sure, but this was different. 

He was a gentleman and kept a step behind me, probably figuring that he didn't want to scare me or anything. I was amused at the thought and felt brave all the sudden. I scooted to the right side of the bench, attempting to do something I hadn't ever done before. "Sit with me," I beckoned dropping the little game we'd been playing. 

His thigh was pressed against mine as I figured it would be, but it felt so much more natural than I had anticipated. I knew he'd feel great, but not having full range of the keys I would've thought it to be uncomfortable. To my surprise, he was very respectful and sat back, allowing me as much access as he could while complying to my request. It was wonderful and good heavens he smelt fantastic. 

"I don't think I could ever put into words how exquisite your playing is," He barely whispered, his eyes never leaving my increasingly anxious fingers. "I feel very privileged sitting up here with you."

I released a nervous laugh and afforded him a nudge, "Don't be silly. I'm not that great." One thing was for sure, I needed a simpler piece to play. There was no way I could keep up in six sharps at the rate my heart beat was pounding in my chest. I decided on a little rondo that I could repeat as much as necessary without much thought. I started thinking about what he said as my struggle to play Chopin faded. "Although, I haven't ever permitted anyone to sit next to me while playing before, so I guess that would be a privilege."

"So why am I up here then?" he asked quickly, keeping his tone even. 

Once again, I struggled to keep my composure in his presence. I couldn't lie to him, talk to him, and play the piano at the same time. Balancing the latter two had already proven itself to be quite difficult. "Did you ever imagine something completely farfetched, but still want it to happen?" 

He sighed, "I know the feeling." 

"Well, your grandmother talks about you often and always fondly. She and I aren't super close or anything, but word gets around and I always thought you sounded nice." I was trying my best not to sound like the needy little girl that I knew I must sound like. The admission was going to make him leave. He was going to think I was crazy. 

"Oh great, what did you hear?" He sounded worried and I understood. I would be worried too if someone had only known me from words of my grandmother. My grandmother describes me like I'm some virtuoso and that's far from true. It wasn't until that moment when I realized that some of the things I had heard his grandmother say might be a little stretched from the truth. I thought to hell with it. I was lonely and he was still sitting there, so why not? I could at least finish the conversation. 

"It's silly, but when I found out you were coming I realized that you and I were going to be the only single people here." I could feel myself blushing as his eyes looked up at my face. This was embarrassing and I couldn't believe that I was just going to tell him. "My imagination got carried away and I toyed with the idea of us being valentines. Weird right? I mean, I didn't even know you, what you looked like, or even if you'd be interested in someone like me."

His finger ran along my knee to the middle of my thigh, ending with his hand resting on my leg. I thought I was going to faint as all the feels in my body waved about within me like a tsunami. "Interested really isn't the right word. It's more like infatuated." His voice was deep and a bit gruff, causing me to shiver. "I think being valentines is a wonderful idea." 

It had to stop playing. Even the simple little rondo had become too complicated for me to power through. I was astonished that after years of playing in all manner of environments, he defeated me. I was also very aware that the warmth of his hand felt like it was burning through the fabric of my skirt. All the sudden, like we were trapped in some romance movie, he moved his hand to my chin and brought my mouth to his. He paused inches from my lips and I could feel his arms snake around my waist and pull me in closer, but he still wasn't kissing me. 

Thoughts shot about my brain and ricocheted around, beating all the sense out of me. Why wasn't he kissing me? Was I not good enough? Did he change his mind? The thoughts got louder and more desperate and I hadn't even realized I started speaking out loud. "What's wrong?" panic heavy in my voice, "You don't want to kiss me?"

I searched his face for any clues as to why he just stopped so close of capturing my mouth. I fought hard to keep it all under control, but was losing. I felt mad that I had somehow thought he might actually want me and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Much to my surprise though, before any of those fragile drops could run down my cheeks, he kissed me.

Geoff was gentle and loving as his lips moved with mine. I had come to terms a long while a ago that being noisy was just a part of who I am from my piano playing to the way I moan in a lover's embrace. My past boyfriend thought it was distracting, but even in the middle of the church hall, on a bench built for one, Geoff didn't seem to mind. I lost myself in his tender embrace and molded myself against him. My arms found their way up around his neck and upon I opened my mouth to receive the attention of his tongue. 

The kissed ended but he kept me against him. We looked at each other. I gave little thought to what he would say on account of what I was seeing. His limpid brown eyes bore into me with looks that I'd never received from any man before. I most certainly needed more. 

I tried my best not to act a fool as I spoke, "I want to kiss you more, but not here." My hand rose to his face and I traced the right side of his jaw with the back of my finger. "Would you mind taking me home?"

I was so glad he said yes. His eyes never left me as he followed me around the church, watching me lock everything up. He gently took my hand on the way to the car, making my heart skip a beat. I couldn't wait to get home. The whole car ride over I was trying to thinking of ways I could draw it out and not tear his clothes off the minute we got inside the door. 

With shaking hands I ushered him inside my apartment, immediately setting about my plan. My place was small and not much to look at, so watching him take it all in wasn't necessary. There was nothing impressive about the mix matched furniture and I was anxious to get to the good stuff. I patted a spot on the couch, insisting he sit down while I found some music to put on. "Can I get you anything to drink?" I asked in attempts to be a good host. 

"I'm good, but thanks." His answer came slowly and I could feel his eyes on me. 




Perspective: Hers



I spun around to face him once there was a bit of am ambiance going on. I wanted him badly, but I felt like there were some formalities to get out of the way. Not wanting to scare him though, I attempted to look as sexy as I could. I made eyes at him and lazily walked over to the couch to sit on the coffee table in front of him. I sat too close and accidently bumped knees with him, trying play it off like it was on purpose. "I want to get the awkward bit out of the way," I stated, simply.

He sighed and I was scared to death that I had just ruined everything. I really did want his company tonight, but I really did need to get some things out there. I was relieved when he spoke. "Ok, whatever makes you more comfortable."

I smiled and rested my hand on his knee, "One night stands aren't my thing. If you don't intend on cuddling deep into the night and waking up next to me, then this can't happen."

As I spoke he went from looking surprised to downright pleased as punch. A half smile played upon his lips and I found it incredibly attractive. "That won't be an issue," he assured. 

I found myself too excited to filter the thoughts racing though my head, "And if you can make me cum, you'll be guaranteed an invitation back." I paused, wondering why in the hell I had just said that. I could already feel myself blushing, but it was true. My last boyfriend, the one I had given myself to, would race to get his but leave me by the wayside, dripping with the evidence of only his happiness. The thought had made my stomach turn. "I just can't be another fuck toy. I hope you understand."

"A what?" his horrified tone and expression made his opinion very clear. He wasn't about to do that to me. I watched him as he shuttered, trying to figure things out. "Maxine, I would never," he trailed off swallowing a lump that formed in his throat. He shook his head, looking as though he was trying to ward off any more negative thoughts. "You can't say things like that. Now come here and let me hold you." 

He reached for my arm and pulled me to his lap. I was hesitant at first, but his reassuring touch felt so amazing. With my legs hanging over to the left and my head resting on his right shoulder, he wrapped his arms around my back and waist and just held me. Never in my adult life have I been held and it meant so much to me. His tenderness was overwhelming. He wasn't pushing me to do anything, but he was taking his time. 

I soon found myself trying to make him feel as good as I felt in his arms. It didn't take me long to find things to do with my hands. I massaged the nape of his next and felt him rest his chin against my head as he enjoyed my ministrations. My other hand went straight to his chest, retracing the circles I had made before as I appreciated his manly physique. It all felt so wonderful. 

"You're not weirded out by this?" she questioned. It had been on my mind since he sat with me on the piano bench. "I mean, we've barely known each other for an hour." In his arms, I really believed he was going to look out for me, that he wasn't going to use me as my ex had. The quick pace of it all was a bit worrying though. 

"Sweetheart, look at how we fit together," he said and planted a kiss into my hair. "You fit perfectly with me and I know it has to feel as good for you as it does for me." He nuzzled for moment, erasing any doubts I had about his character. His voice was soft and every word sincere. "I consider myself lucky to have found this amazing chemistry so fast. Others are not as fortunate." 

"It does feel pretty good. I've never felt this comfortable this quickly with anyone." He was right, too. Everything about him and I just fit perfectly, like we were some happy old couple. Knowing he was feeling the same about me was pretty awesome, too.  

He kept me in his arms for what felt like ages. He didn't push me with any kisses or start to grope like I almost expected he would. Instead he rubbed my back. Again, this was a first and I turned into him to enjoy the feeling of each of his five digits roaming my spine. I must have been making a little noise because I could feel him smile into my hair. He kissed my head again and whispered, "Can I take your hair down?" 

I hummed my approval, thinking he was perfect. Was he going to massage my feet next or run a load of laundry for me? I sunk into his shoulder, letting him try is best. I soon realized he'd never done this before and I fought back laughs and cries as his fingers muddled about in my hair. It was cute, really. He placed each released pin in to my hand triumphantly and when it was all out I heard him give a pleased sigh. His fingers massaged through my hair and scalp, which I actually enjoyed. I had a hand full of pins though, and I didn't want my hands smelling of metal and sweat, so I had to get up. 

I walked towards the bathroom nearly purring as I shook the last of the knots out of my hair. I placed the pins on the bathroom counter and on a whim, left my sweater beside them. I was sure to get some attention now with the skirt, my skimpy black tank top, and my wild wavy hair. Seeing the lustful gaze plastered all over his face as he caught sight of me was so very exciting. I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep my own feelings from causing me to hurry though the moment. 

Now I'm average looking but Geoff is pretty hot. His brown hair was a bit on the short side, but it made him look effortlessly brilliant. Of course his white shirt was wrinkled now due to our cuddling, but he still looked hot as hell. His espresso colored eyes never left my body, looking nearly liquid with a hunger. He looked as though he was going to eat me up. 

I hovered over him just watching. I don't think he noticed, but his hands were twitching at his side and his pants were definitely tented. I can't say how amazing it was knowing I had caused him to be so excited. This man was going to ravish me and I couldn't help but tease a bit.

"Are you sure there isn't anything I could do to make you feel more at home? More comfortable?" I let my tone fall to imply that I would do absolutely anything. 

I watched a mischievous smile ease upon his face, "Yeah, actually I'm a little cold." His smile remained even though I was confused. "I could really use something warm and soft to put on my lap. Perhaps something I could hold?" he smirked.

A giggle escaped my lips as I realized he was talking about my butt. "Warm and soft, huh?" I popped an eye brow up seductively and nudged my knees closer together with his. "I think I can do that."

I wanted to shout as I mentally damned my skirt to clothing hell. Although it flattered my hips and ass perfectly, it was too tight for straddling his lap. I managed to get one knee on his side, but nearly ripped the skirt up the split trying to get the other one up. Geoff steadied my hips and watched, laughing. Then it hit me. I could just loose the skirt. I looked at Geoff grasping the zipper in the back, already knowing the answer to my question, "Would you mind?"

I didn't think anyone could look that excited. "Hell no, be my guest!" he nearly shouted back at me. His eyes ate up every portion of exposed skin as I shimmied out of the black fabric. I knew I had been wearing some skimpy holiday related underwear, but I couldn't tare my eyes away from the hungry expression on his face to check. I heard him whimper an, "Oh my god," and I thought I'd continue the torture and take my tank top off as well. 

The next few moments went by as if they were in slow motion. With his gaze sternly fixed upon my exposed body, he got up and pushed me down to the couch. He assisted in laying me down adjusting each of my limbs just as he liked. His touch was amazingly soft on my skin and I instantly reacted. He knelt on the floor beside the couch and now I really felt like he was going to eat me up. I couldn't help but giggle, he just looked so hungry. 

I thought I was going to explode when his hands roamed my body followed by sweet little kisses. It was as if he was trying to get acquainted with every inch of my skin and the attention was making my heart race. I couldn't hold back moans and sighs and his lips went everywhere. Geoff started kissing my neck and behind my ear, and I felt a jolt go straight to my pussy. Not even thinking, I wriggled around hopelessly. His kisses were just so amazing. 

Before I knew it he was hovering over me, practically naked. The sight took my breath away, his flat stomach nearly touching my soft flesh below him. The look of hunger never faded and I was getting a kick out of glancing down to watching the damp spot on his boxers slowly grow with his precum. 

"Let me ask you something, sweetheart," he nearly panted in between kisses. "Have you ever had an orgasm because a man got you there?" His sweet kisses were lovely still, but the question caught me very off guard. 

"Not really, but let's just have some fun." I ran a hand through his hair. He was already doing do much for me and the level of intimacy I'd felt tonight already meant more than I could put into words. "I'm on the pill and everything. Don't worry about me." 

Much to my surprise, he growled back at me and shook his head. "Yeah, I think not. I think tonight should be all about you, my sweet valentine." He kissed his way down my neck and snaked his hands behind my back to unclasp my bra. I arched my back to help him reach and eagerly awaited his attention as he sat up to remove it the rest of the way. He stared for a while, licking his lips and making small humming noises. How had I managed to get this wonderful man so focused on pleasing me?

The more I looked at him staring at me, the more I couldn't take. I was getting really excited and when my hands went to stroke my breasts, he immediately replaced mine with his. He captured my mouth and kissed like it was the last thing he'd ever do. Our lips continued to tango as he hands kneaded my breasts and pinched at my nipples. He was exploring, taking in their weight and my reactions, and I was loving it. The more he tried to please me the more comfortable I got with the idea. Brazen as it may be, my fingers intertwined with his hair and I gently pushed his mouth down to my nipples. My breath sunk in my chest the moment he lapped at them. I was in heaven. 

"You played for me so well today, Maxine, and I think it's time to return the favor. How about I use my fingers and play you?" his seductive tone and smile made my jaw drop. No one had ever talked to me like that. He began feverishly kissing everywhere, working his way down to my pussy. He pulled my panties down and his lips ran all the way down my leg before he flung the garment across the room. Suddenly I could feel his breath against my womanhood and he rested his head against the inside of my thigh. "Are you going to sing for me, baby?"

I swear I almost came right then and there. I could feel my hips rise on their own volition and my mouth uttered noises without my brain's consent. Geoff kept still, just laughing at my neediness. For a moment I felt a little cheap, now realizing I was gripping the sofa cushions just craving his attention. I silently begged him for anything, just something. 

"Oh, god! Is something wrong?" I whimpered not knowing the thoughts had escaped me. He had laid there between my legs for a while. I was feeling more than self-conscious and all those stupid things that shouldn't be running through my hand, found their way in anyhow. Why was he waiting? Did I have an ugly pussy? I lay back trying to remember if I had shaved. I was sure that I had. Then it hit me, he didn't want to do this. My heart went out for him and I got it. Just because oral is a popular thing to do doesn't mean everybody like administering it. It's not like I wasn't already excited. He didn't have to do that if he didn't want to. 

He looked up at me for a split second and rained kisses everywhere his lips could reach from that position. "Nothing at all, baby. Just enjoying the view." It was almost like I had woken him up from a trance or something. 

I tried my best not to sound stupid, "You know, you don't have to do this. I'm completely fine with straight up fucking."

"All in good time lover," he assured, a devilish grin meeting my eyes as he took first taste. "God, you taste good," he whispered back to me, licking his lips. 

My eyes shut and stayed that way for a long while. It was exquisite. He licked and lapped at my seam at first but got braver by the minute. I tried my best to hold still, but it was impossible. He was too good. Then his fingers found me and I thought I would lose all hope of keeping any sort of dignity I ever had. Two fingers curled within my pussy and I accepted him with a shameful amount of ease. My hands found his hair again and I tried not to sob at the exceptional feeling that was pulsing though my body. 

Best of all, with what short glances I could manage, Geoff seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. He kept a sure and steady rhythm, raking his fingertips against that pleasure spot within my walls. And then all the sudden it wasn't enough. His fingers were wonderful yes, but I couldn't help but wonder about that magnificent cock he'd kept my attention from. I wanted him to fill me so badly, and I couldn't wait any longer. "Please, Geoff could you..." I began pleading but lost the ability to form words with another gasp as I bit my lip.

"What, baby?" he smiled back at me. He looked as though he was completely enjoying himself. His face gleamed in what little light there was and I knew it was because my juices were painted across his mouth. "You want more?" He looked down at me waiting for instruction. There had been little bursts of bravery from me all night, but now I wasn't going to hold back. I wanted to have fun and here he was, more than willing to get me there. 

Before I could speak his free hand snaked up my tummy and found my left nipple. "Is this what you want?" he playfully asked, tugging and pinching at my breast. It was like he was playing a game now and he must've really wanted to win. He kept me speechless and he licked his fingers and tempted my nipple further. I had no idea what proper nipple play could do to me and I arched my back, desperate for more of his attention. This wasn't what I wanted though. I wanted him to fuck me, so I shook my head despite the enjoyment he was causing. 

"Hmm. Maybe this?" He was so intent on finding what it was that I wanted, that had he not been incredibly capturing, I would've told him. His mouth returned to my pussy and I tugged at his hair while he manipulated my clit. It still wasn't what I needed, so I continued refusing. "Are you sure? Not even this?" he asked right before taking my clit in his mouth to suck on. 

I pushed against his face, loving every little motion he went through, but I wanted his cock. I kept shaking my head. I needed his cock. 

He lifted and few moments later and retracted the fingers that had been pulsing through me the entire time. I was in such bliss and I enjoyed rubbing my hands along my breasts and wiggling beneath his stare for a bit. Geoff was like a drug for me. I beckoned him near with a curled finger and he kissed his way up until he face hovered over mine.

I couldn't keep from smiling and I knew by his expression, he liked what all he'd seen. It was time for him to feel now though. "You know your fingers are amazing, but I've a very specific need right now," I purred right before pulling him down for a desperate kiss. I don't think he even realized I had removed his boxers as we were kissing. 

"Tell me," he whispered, slightly panting as I released his mouth. 

By the way he moaned, I must've caught him by surprise when I shoved myself onto his cock. He felt even better than I had imagined and I regretted nothing. "Mmmm," I hummed, "Geoff, you feel wonderful! This is exactly what I wanted."

He kissed me hard and swallowed every moan I dare make. The heat and motion he provided was amazing. I could feel his rock hard cock fill me all the way up. His speed increased and I buried my face into his neck. I kissed everywhere I could and raked my fingertips along his back. I just felt so full and wonderful.

There was still even more that could be done, though. With two light taps on his shoulder I got his attention. "Let's change positions, baby." His goofy smile displaying his true enjoyment helped me take what I wanted. I pushed him down to sit on the couch properly. "I want to ride you while you suck on my tits."

"Oh god, that's hot!" he moaned. Ever eager to please me, he grabbed my hips and impaled me. There wasn't any time to waste. He had a nipple in my mouth within seconds of my first pound into him and I struggled to think of anything that could feel better. He tugged at my nipple with his teeth and I hissed his name, lifting myself and dropping back down with an intense need. He bit me hard and lapped away the pain with a flattened tongue. He made damn sure to give both my breasts ample attention and I was putty in his hands because of it. 

"Give me some bruises, baby," I commanded, surprising myself as much as I did Geoff. "I want a couple love bites." I hadn't ever asked for a hickey before, but all the sudden they sounded awesome. I wanted him to mark me up while I ground myself deep on his cock. 

Geoff looked back at me surprised for a split second, before delving into my bosom and sucking to his heart's content. I guess the idea was just as hot for him as it was for me. While his mouth kept busy, his hand dropped to my clit and sent me soaring. I hoped he could hold on because there was little control I had over myself. I rammed my tight pussy down his cock, soaking in each sensation he was causing. 

Just as I was getting close, Geoff shifted and guided my hand down to replace the one he had on my clit. His own hands found my ass and he leaned back on the couch to fuck me good and hard. He was kneading my ass cheeks and sucking my tits, and it didn't take long for me to come. I felt myself tighten up while the world around me grew black. The sensation was breath taking. I buried my face into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me, holding my shaking body close to his. 

He held me for a long while until my shivers subsided. I relished each passing second. Resting against him still holding his manhood within me, I was filled with pure bliss. Geoff rained sweet little kisses all over my shoulders and neck. It all felt so amazing and he was all the more wonderful for letting me enjoy myself. 

"Holy fuck, Geoff," I sighed contently, nuzzling into him as much as I could. I suddenly realized that all my limbs had turned to jelly and I started giggling. "I can't move."

"Well good," He stated matter-of-factly. "I don't want you to."

Was there anything about this man that wasn't perfect? A small tremor of residual pleasure ran through me and my giggles turned into an outright laugh. I was beside myself, awestruck with this man. "Thank you." 

"Oh sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine. Besides," he replied, joining my laughter, "I was just following orders for the most part." 

"I'm so sorry. I got little selfish." I cupped his cheek with my hand and looked up at him. I was truly sorry I had used him for my own benefit and terribly embarrassed. How could I be so inconsiderate? "You sounded like you really wanted to get me off, so I took advantage. I'm sorry."

He turned into my palm and kissed it, "Never apologize, especially for something as great as what we just did." His gaze fell to my breasts and mine followed. There were three purplish bruises scattered along my bosom. His marks would be making me wet every time I saw them. Geoff so tenderly traced the edge of each bruise before kissing them. "God, that is just so incredible. I've never done that to a girl before. It's going to be difficult avoiding it now."




Perspective: Hers



"So you really didn't mind?" I bit her bottom lip, terrified that I might have scared him with my random request. 

His mouth was on mine in a flash, swallowing my breath and leaving me gasping. "Anything you want, Max. I'm happy to oblige, anytime."

I giggled again, my lips now tingling. "So I can still be selfish?" I let my hands roam around his chest and I felt him shiver as I traveled to the skin just below his naval. "I can convince you to take me to bed?" 

He growled and pulled me in close for more kisses, "Baby, your wish is my command."



Perspective: His



Hey readers! I haven't written in a while, but I've been wanting to try my hand at a perspective story. I've seen a few other writers do it and I love reading them. So after reading this one, make sure you check out Perspective: Hers. 

As always, feedback and comments are welcome. Thanks for reading!!

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This was not what I wanted to be doing. Being the young man that I am, sitting amongst my grandmother and all her friends on a perfectly good Friday night was not what I wanted to be doing. Normally, I would have bowed out, but it was the first Valentine's Day since my grandfather died and that had been the argument that won my attendance to this couples dinner. My grandmother wanted to go very badly and she thought it'd be cute if her grandson took her. 

Apparently the Valentine's Day dinner was a church tradition and everyone that attended my grandmother's church showed up. The dining hall was decked out in red and pink streamers, and littered with foil hearts and fake rose petals. My eyes wondered elsewhere and I noted all the awkward teen couples trying to dance and the middle aged families, mothers and fathers struggling to calm the results of their past Valentine's Days. It was a bit amusing to watch everyone meander about, desperately trying to force the romance that obviously wasn't there. 

My grandmother, on the other hand, wasn't encountering any trouble while trying to have fun. On the arm of her newly favorited grandson, everything was just peachy. The seventy-three year old woman was having the time of her life reminiscing on past holidays with my grandfather and sharing all my baby stories with her elderly friends. I had wanted to go to a party tonight and maybe find some sweet little honey to be my valentine, but I was content after a while. It was good to see my grandmother laugh and smile again. 

The night went on and the food was served. I wasn't very impressed with the lasagna, but the heart shaped brownies they gave us for dessert were delicious. I had just retrieved my third brownie from the dessert table when a man walked up to the podium sitting on the stage near the front of the hall.

"My, what a turn out we've had this year!" the man on stage exclaimed. "Firstly, I'd like to thank you all for coming. Valentine's Day is singled out from the rest of the year as a day where we admire and remember the loves we have shared throughout our lives. I think it's a beautiful thing to see all of you here sharing with one another and celebrating together."

I figured out that he was the minister for the church after a while. There was something about his love focused, huggy-feely tone of voice that gave it away. He almost made the holiday sound reputable. It was probably the first time since I was in middle school that I thought of the holiday as more than an excuse to have sex. I laughed to myself. No wonder this guy's congregation is so big, he's very convincing. 

A wave of applause snapped me out of my thinking and I watched the man on the podium surrender his microphone to a younger couple. Then it hit me, they were going to sing. This had just gotten worse in my opinion. There's nothing sappier or cornier that putting feelings to song. I watched the couple holding hands and look into each other's eyes as they shared why this song meant to so much to them and their relationship. I couldn't tell if it was from the third brownie or this couple, but I was feeling a little ick.

I had turned to toss the rest of the brownie that was in my hand away when a white sweater sitting across the room caught my eye. It was tight and clung to the brunette that was wearing it. The buttons held to their designated loops while the surrounding fabric stretched, compensating for the bust that lie beneath. Below the sweater was a black pencil skirt that outlined the hips, butt, and legs of the woman I instantly longed for. I watched the legs walk up to the stage area and sit behind a piano. Her hands gracefully fell to the keys and produced the most angelic sound I've ever heard. Suddenly, the idea of a song wasn't so bad. 

Before this got out of hand, I ran back to the table and leaned in to interrogate my grandmother. I hadn't lived in the same town as my grandmother in ages and I'd never attended church or any church functions. I had an instant need for additional information. "Nan? You see that girl on the piano?" She nodded, still watching the couple sing their hearts out. "Tell me about her."

My grandmother seemed entranced by the song, but she tore herself away to look into the lustful eyes of her grandson. "That's Maxine, but everybody around here calls her Max."

I smiled and looked back up at my soon-to-be beauty still stroking the keys. "What else do you know about her, Nan?"

"Well, let's see," my grandmother pursed her lips and I could tell she was thinking. "I'm pretty sure she's twenty-one. She's a manager at a shoe store in the next town over and she gives piano lessons on the weekends." 

"Nan!" I glared back at my grandmother. She was old, sure, but she had to know what was going on. The grin on her face was betraying her. 

"And she's single," she smirked back at me. My grandmother laughed a bit and joined in with the applause as the whole dining hall clapped, wishing the couple who had now stopped singing, well done.

I sunk back in my chair and watched Maxine. She waited contently as the next performer made their way to the stage. Even from where I was standing, I could see how soft and inviting her hair would be for my fingers. My hands itched in my pockets wanting to tangle them within her chestnut colored waves. It was in a bun for now, but that was fine because I would very much enjoy helping her dissemble it. I have a thing for hair. 

I watched her porcelain legs as they gracefully lay beneath the piano. Her right calf flexed every time she peddled the suspended notes and I was smitten. To have those legs beneath my fingertips, beneath my lips, would be amazing. I'd go slow with her and take the time to kiss every inch of her, dragging my lips along her smooth skin. Ugh, and to think of how those legs would look wrapped around my waist. I have a thing for legs. 

There seemed to be and endless amount of performers and I was content to sit back and watch Max accompany each and every one of them. She was the same for each one, too. Every person that graced that stage got her undivided attention. She had a stack of music in front of her, but it went ignored. Her dark green eyes were in constant contact with her performer and she followed their every notion. What a pleasure it would be to have those eyes look up at me and grant me the same undivided attention. I guess I have a thing for eyes, too. 

The night grew older and they eventually ran out of performers. Everyone was having a wonderful time socializing and catching up, but there were little people there past nine. I snuck out to drive my grandmother home, but raced back to the church in hopes of catching Max. I nearly ran back into the dining hall and there she was, up on the piano, fiddling with the keys once more. It looked like most everyone had left, but by some great spurt of luck, she had stayed. 

Slowly I walked up to the piano, careful not to scare her. I hadn't a clue what her fingers were doing to the ivory beneath them, but I knew that I loved it. The piece she was playing was slow and terribly romantic. I had already begun imagining curling her into me while we lay together in bed, using the song she was playing as inspiration. What had gotten into me? For some odd reason this lady had captivated me in a way no other woman has ever managed, and she didn't even know.

I stood at the edge of the stage and barely whispered, "Whatcha playing?" 

I felt like a goof, but she didn't seem to notice. Without any hesitation or hiccups in her playing she responded, "Nocturne in F sharp major. It's Chopin." 

"It's nearly as beautiful as you." I smiled as her fingers fumbled for half a second and her eyes opened wide in astonishment. I was pleased. 

I could see her flip through a variety of expressions just beneath the surface. Her brow scrunched together but would immediately stretch out while her sweet lips pursed. She chewed in the side of her cheek for a bit and I could tell she was thinking everything through. "I don't believe we've met," she finally spoke.

"And yet, I'm fascinated with you," I sighed, filled with admiration for her. She immediately stopped playing and turned on the bench to look at me. I decided to try and charm her, so I made a show of extending my hand towards her and bending at the knee, much like you would see the actors do in the historical movies when they approached royalty. "My name, your highness, is Geoff, and what might I call you?"

The corners of her mouth turned upwards in a helpless smile. "You may call me Max, for my name is Maxine." She played right along and set her right hand in the palm of my left. 

Our little game continued and just as they do in the movies, I held her fingers and brought them to my mouth for a kiss. "My fair Max, what marvelous talent you have. You have won my heart entirely at the grace of these magnificent fingers."

"Oh really?" she giggled back at me. "Such a strange thing to love my fingers. Are you quite sure you love them?" 

"Don't you already know, your highness? Surely you can feel my love for you," I gave her a shocked look of mock hurt and bent a knee on the small stage so that I may pull her hand over my heart. Although charming on the surface, my heart was pounding beneath my chest, and her touch didn't help much. I had guided her wrist to my chest but it didn't take her long to start moving on her own volition. She traced tiny figure eights with her index finger and each loop made my temperature rise. 

She faked a look of concern. "Whatever should we do, my lord? I fear your poor heart cannot take much more."

"Tis but one thing to do, my lady," I stepped up the rest of the way on the stage. "You must continue playing until I am affected no longer."

She grinned in a way that told me she knew exactly what she was thinking. I half expected her to shoo me away, but she turned towards the keys and began playing again. I could tell that Max was a smart lady and she very much enjoyed having my attention. I watched for a moment, breathless at the view from just above her shoulders. Her hands really were intoxicating.

"Sit with me," she instructed, completely breaking character. Without skipping a beat, she scooted to the right side of the keys and I did what I was told, trying not to think too much about her thigh being pressed against mine on the short piano bench.

"I don't think I could ever put into words how exquisite your playing is," I breathed, watching from the closest view possible. "I feel very privileged sitting up here with you."

She laughed openly and nudged me, "Don't be silly. I'm not that great." She began playing a different song now, lightening the mood. It was obvious that we were the only ones here by now and her song lingered into the hall without interruption. "Although, I haven't ever permitted anyone to sit next to me while playing before, so I guess that would be a privilege."

"So why am I up here then?" I was hoping to hear something about how cute I looked or how sweet it was of me to come here with my grandmother. Max had drawn me in so entirely and I wanted desperately for her to feel the same about me.

"Did you ever imagine something completely farfetched, but still want it to happen?" 

"I know the feeling." I thought back to all the mini visions I had about her hair, legs, and eyes while she was playing earlier that night. 

"Well, your grandmother talks about you often and always fondly. She and I aren't super close or anything, but word gets around and I always thought you sounded nice." Max was grinning but she was still focused on her playing for the most part. 

"Oh great, what did you hear?" I began to worry. Sometimes word of mouth it nice, but most of the time it is dangerous. I was also afraid about that my grandmother had been sharing about me and how much of it was actually true. 

"It's silly, but when I found out you were coming I realized that you and I were going to be the only single people here." A blush started to creep along the top of her cheeks and I fought the urge to kiss her right then and there. "My imagination got carried away and I toyed with the idea of us being valentines. Weird right? I mean, I didn't even know you, what you looked like, or even if you'd be interested in someone like me."

I ran a finger from her knee up to the middle of her thigh and watched her shudder beneath my touch. "Interested really isn't the right word. It's more like infatuated." I hadn't realized my voice was deeper, but I'm sure she did. The moments passed as my hand found a resting place along her leg. Her playing was getting worse and I admit to being pleased that I could distract her so. "I think being valentines is a wonderful idea." 

She stopped playing altogether and looked down at my hand that was resting on her thigh. A soft little moan left her lips and I couldn't take it anymore. The hand that was on her thigh rose to grab chin and guide her face towards mine while my other arm wrapped around her waist. I stopped with her lips inches from mine and looked into those gorgeous eyes. 

"What's wrong?" she panicked. She sounded frantic and scared with what might have stopped me. "You don't want to kiss me?" 

I had doubted it before, but this beautiful creature wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. I saw the tears forming in the corners of her eyes and my heart broke for her. As gently and tenderly as I could, I kissed her. Max melted against me, snaking her arms around my neck and opening her mouth for my probing tongue. The kiss was slow but her reaction to me came about like a freight train. I was swallowing her moans and could feel her nipples softly poking me in the chest. 

I surfaced for air and looked into her eyes once more. The tint of her lips had darkened with her arousal and her cheeky smile made my stomach do flips. "I want to kiss you more, but not here." Her hand rose to my face and she traced the right side of my jaw with the back of her finger. "Would you mind taking me home?"

Who was I to deny the young lady such a heartfelt request? I was watching her lock up the church and holding her hand on the way to her car before I knew it. The fifteen minute drive was silent, but my mind was racing. Did she just was to kiss some more? She was a pretty fantastic kisser and I'd be content with that, but I wondered what she had in store. 

She parked the car and ushered me into her apartment. I tried really hard not to think about anything overly sexual. I wanted to be a gentleman and a raging erection would be sure to ruin that image. She patted a seat on the couch and I sat while she moved about creating her desired ambiance. It was a small apartment with the usual signs of being broke and single. All of the furniture was used and none of it matched, but Max must've had a gift for decorating because it looked very welcoming and comfortable. 

She meandered over to her stereo, talking while she turned on her tunes, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

I smiled, watching her run the back of her foot up and down the opposing calf. "I'm good, but thanks." 

Max spun around and gave me a sultry look, raising one eye brow seductively. Lazily she walked over to the couch I was on and sat on the coffee table in front of me, our knees touching. "I want to get the awkward bit out of the way," she stated, her expression turning a bit more serious but never losing its appeal. 

I sighed, not knowing what awkward stuff she was talking about, "Ok, whatever makes you more comfortable."

Max gave a broad smile and rested her hand on my knee. "One night stands aren't my thing. If you don't intend on cuddling deep into the night and waking up next to me, then this can't happen."

I was slightly shocked that she just dove into this conversation, but pleased as hell that she was basically inviting me to spend the night. I couldn't help but look like a goof. "That won't be an issue," I assured. 

"And if you can make me cum, you'll be guaranteed an invitation back." She gave an awkward blush, taking her hand off my knee to thread her fingers together in her lap. "I just can't be another fuck toy. I hope you understand."

"A what?" I was kind of appalled. How any douche could be so stupid not to please this sweetie pie bumping knees with me was a mystery. "Maxine, I would never," I trailed off trying not to think of her lying next to some prick, used. I shook my head trying to rid that disgusted feeling. "You can't say things like that. Now come here and let me hold you." 

Her apprehensive look disappeared as I took her hands and pulled her to my lap. Her legs swung to my left and I pushed her head to rest on my shoulder. I sighed, very much enjoying the contact with her while lacing one arm around her back to link with the other laying across her lap. One of her hands found its way to my neck and began to massage the nape of my neck while the other hand rested on my chest and continued with the figure eight motions that she'd done earlier. I doubted any feeling could top this amazing woman in my lap, stroking my chest and making me feel so manly. 

"You're not weirded out by this?" she questioned with a small, unsure voice. "I mean, we've barely known each other for an hour."

"Sweetheart, look at how we fit together. You fit perfectly with me and I know it has to feel as good for you as it does for me." I leaned down and nuzzled my nose into her hair, kissing her forehead as my motions ended. "I consider myself lucky to have found this amazing chemistry so fast. Others are not as fortunate." I was being honest. She did feel amazing and the only thing I had thought since the moment I saw her lingering at the piano after the dinner had ended was how lucky I was. 

"It does feel pretty good. I've never felt this comfortable this quickly with anyone." She smiled into my chest and the thought of me being special, better than those other fools she'd been with, made my being rush with pride. 

We sat like that for what seemed like ages, not kissing or being overly lovey, just being intimate. I began stroking her back lightly and she turned into me more, wiggling on my lap as my fingers ran across her spine. Her little moans were stirring some life in me and I remembered everything I wanted to do to her. I kissed her head again, whispering, "Can I take your hair down?"

Her only reply was a soft hum of approval as she sunk impossibly deeper within my shoulder. I'd never actually done this before, but I remember being intoxicated with the idea and I knew I had to try. My fingers fumbled within her hair and tried my best not to hurt her. I placed each pin I'd retrieved into her hand and before long I was fingering through the somewhat tangled locks. I breathed in the scent of what smelt like almonds until she got up. 

Max walked across the room, shaking her hair as she went to the bathroom and put the pins away. That stupid smile I'd been helpless to avoid was slapped across my face once again as she walked back in. She had lost the cardigan and was waltzing towards me as a vision in a pencil skirt, black tank top, and some devilishly wild hair that fell past her shoulders. 

Now, Maxine was a kind of beautiful that doesn't receive much credit from the world today. She was the kind of girl you brought home to meet your mom. The kind of girl you could imagine starting a family with, but at the same time a total sex kitten. As she bit her bottom lip and swayed towards me, taking a place between my knees, I was hopelessly attracted. She has this hourglass figure that gave way to some of the most invitingly soft curves I've ever seen. I was dying to touch. Her simple cotton tank top clung to her in all the best ways and that silly little skirt was a whole other temptation. 




Perspective: His



She smiled at me, no doubt noticing the affect she was having on me as my cock stood to attention. I couldn't help it. Looking up at her petite frame that I already knew fit perfectly with mine, was insane. I was a lucky man. 

"Are you sure there isn't anything I could do to make you feel more at home? More comfortable?" she asked, inviting me to request anything she might be able to give. Anything. 

"Yeah, actually I'm a little cold." I paused to watch the confused expression appear on her face. "I could really use something warm and soft to put on my lap. Perhaps something I could hold?" I smirked up at her and she giggled.

"Warm and soft, huh?" She popped an eye brow up seductively and nudged my knees closer together with hers. "I think I can do that."

Max tried. She was able to get one knee on my side, attempting to straddle my lap, before the hem of her tight skirt caught and restricted her movement. The look of frustration on her face was absurdly cute and I couldn't help but laugh as I kept her from falling on top of me. Frustration was soon replaced with a new look though, a look that burned straight into me. "Would you mind?" she questioned, pulling at the zipper on the side of her skirt. 

"Hell no, be my guest!" I encouraged every motion, eyeing her newly exposed skin lustfully as she unzipped the skirt and shimmied out of it. There Max stood, her long, porcelain legs right before my eyes and nestled between them was a red cotton thong trimmed with pink lace. "Oh my god," I sighed, barely being more than a whisper. 

The next few moments were a crazed blur of lust. She decided that the tank top might get in to way as well and when she piled it on top of the skirt on the floor, I lost it. I quickly stood up and laid her on the couch beside me. I knelt down on the floor, my face hovering over the right side of her hip. She was giggling, looking surprisingly comfortable under my gaze. I ran my hands up and down her body appreciating every curve with my fingers before placing kisses everywhere. 

Beneath me, Max moaned and sighed with pleasure. She would squeeze her thighs together, bringing her knees up to her tummy while I licked and kissed her neck. I took the liberty of ridding myself of everything but my boxers and took my place, hovering above this unforgettable woman. 

"Let me ask you something, sweetheart," I nearly panted in between kisses. "Have you ever had an orgasm because a man got you there?" I was careful to keep the intimacy up, but I was curious after our little conversation. 

I got a glimpse of her worried expression and tried my best to kiss it away. "Not really, but let's just have some fun." She rubbed a hand through my hair, trying to console me for some reason. "I'm on the pill and everything. Don't worry about me." 

I growled back at her, shaking my head, "Yeah, I think not. I think tonight should be all about you, my sweet valentine." I started kissing my way down her neck and snaked my hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. Sitting up, she let me uncover her magnificent breasts. Pondering what she may look like, overcome with pleasure as her nakedness enamored me, I had decided that making Max come was going to be my mission tonight. 

She had covered herself after a few moments of my staring, but let my hands replace hers easily. We kissed feverishly as I kneaded her breasts and pinched at her nipples. I'm not sure if she meant to or whether it was just desire taking over, but her hands wove their way into my hair and I began to feel her bringing my mouth down to her chest. Of course I went willingly, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and lapping at it. Her chest caved in with needy sigh. I was having a lot of fun. 

"You played for me so well today, Maxine, and I think it's time to return the favor. How about I use my fingers and play you?" I gave my best seductive smile and her jaw actually dropped. I left her breasts and nipped and kissed my way down to her delicious mound. I pulled off those tempting red panties, running my lips up and down her legs as I went. I rested my head on the inside of her thigh taking in her scent and the sweet sight of her shaved pussy. "Are you going to sing for me, baby?"

Her hips rose beneath me with a groan and I chuckled to myself. Max gripped the sofa cushions; her white knuckles made it all the more obvious to me that she needed my attention. Sprawled out on the small portion of sofa, my face inches from her pussy, I just drank in her scent. 

Now, I'm not the most experienced of men, but I was confident I could have Max writhing beneath my mouth and fingers. I had already assumed a couple of things. Maxine probably wasn't too experienced either and what fun times she had, were probably with some self-absorbed prick her age. I had guessed that all of her priors had taken her for granted and hadn't even attempted at pleasing Max, which was a crying shame.

I knew for a fact that I was about to rock her world. Something about the way those evergreen eyes looked back at me had dead set on exhausting her. I was determined to be patient, to learn exactly what she loved. I was going to take my time and worship every inch of her and give her that distinct pleasure that comes with being taken good care of. 

"Oh, god! Is something wrong?" I hadn't noticed I had gotten lost in though and was still leaning my head against the inside of her thigh. The poor thing, she was beginning to panic thinking in some way that she was wrong. 

I showered her legs and mound with sweet kisses, apologetic for worrying her. "Nothing at all, baby. Just enjoying the view."

Max's voice was heavily laced with worry. "You know, you don't have to do this. I'm completely fine with straight up fucking."

"All in good time lover." I gave a devilish grin as I took my first taste of her, licking the seam of her lips. "God, you taste good."

I really couldn't help myself. I tried to tease as much as I could and avoid frantically licking her to shambles, but it was tough. Max had bolted her eyes shut and acted through a series of short and incredibly adorable flinches while I touched her. Between her delicious pussy, the sight of her struggling under the intense pleasure, and feeling her contractions with my simple laps...Let's just say that self-control was not my best quality. 

When I curled two fingers inside her, her hands clung to my head and tangled themselves into my hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, I eased them in an out as to let her savor the feeling of having the proverbial itch scratched. The oral and finger combo was a classic winner, but until now, I'd never really enjoyed doing it. I began moving the slightest bit faster, but still kept to the forceful but slow approach. I felt some sort of childish rush of excitement run through me watching her gasp and ache for more of my touch. 

She gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a desperate moan. "Please, Geoff could you..." she began pleading but lost the ability to form words with another gasp, biting her lip. 

"What, baby?" I smiled back at her, enjoying myself completely. This was thrilling and I would be more than happy to comply with any request she'd make. "You want more?" I asked, gazing down at her with a sly smile as she was still unable to speak. 

I snaked my free hand up to her left nipple and tugged lightly. "Is this what you want?" Making it a guessing game, I committed to tenderly playing with her breast. Licking my fingers, I traced them over her nipple and watched the bud harden further. She arched her back towards me, and though her body encouraged me, she was shaking her head in disapproval. 

"Hmm. Maybe this?" I laid back and began licking her slit again. She cried out and tugged at my hair, but kept shaking her head. "Are you sure? Not even this?" I asked before circling my tongue around her clit and taking it into my mouth. I could feel her pushing her pussy into my face, grinding against my tongue and chin while my fingers kept their faithful motions but still she was unsatisfied. 

Confused I retracted my fingers and sat back on my knees. Max was gently wiggling beneath me, eyes closed and humming with pleasure. I had done something right, but what? I watched her hands glide up her glistening tummy and each found a breast. She fondled and pinched while I watched. Almost as if it were in a dream, her eyes fluttered open and she curled a finger beckoning me closer. I nestled myself over her, balancing on my elbows and kissing every bit of skin I could before resting over her face. 

She was smiling broadly and her eyes bore into me with a lust I hadn't known women were capable of. "You know your fingers are amazing, but I've a very specific need right now." She pulled my lips down, distracting me from my worries with a kiss. I hadn't even noticed she was removing my boxers. The woman was a fantastic kisser. 

"Tell me," I whispered, slightly panting as she released my mouth. I looked down and into her beautiful eyes just in time to see her give me another cheeky smile. 

Maxine was a delicious combination of confidence and tenderness. Never before had a woman taken my cock and pressed herself onto me, catching me by complete surprise. In one slow, gentle push I was nestled into her. I could feel every glorious centimeter of her walls throbbing around me around me and I wasn't able to withhold my groans.

"Mmmm," she coed below me, "Geoff, you feel wonderful! This is exactly what I wanted."

Prying my eyes open. I was met with the sight of her again. She was biting her lip with a smile, her eyes closed and her hands sweeping up my shoulders and into my hair. It seemed like my brain had just melted as all the nerve endings in my body overdosed on Maxine. I could feel the swell of her breasts on my chest and her hips were grinding my cock into her pussy with the delectable way. 

I took her mouth with mine and swallowed her sounds as I pulled nearly all the way back out and rammed back into her. Again, I couldn't help it. She felt amazing and every little thing she did was so fucking hot. The little gasps and whines she made at my movements were incredible. The way she buried her face in my neck, kissing everywhere she could was just wonderful. Oh and the way her finger tips slid down my back with a pleasant pressure causing shivers up my spine, Max was incredible. I hadn't even realized how long I had spent just thrusting into her and watching her take it. 

With two light taps on my shoulder, she woke me from my glazed over expression. "Let's change positions, baby." I was panting and unable to express my willingness to do so. As I managed to get up she pushed me down, sitting on the couch properly. "I want to ride you while you suck on my tits."

"Oh god, that's hot!" I moaned, grabbing her hips and impaling her on my lap. I didn't waste any time either. There was a nipple in my mouth within seconds of the first thrust and she seemed to be in complete ecstasy. She hissed my name as I bit down and tugged the nipple from the rest of her flesh. Max rode me harder as I immediately kissed and licked the hurt from the bite away. I sucked and nipped at the soft fleshy of her breasts as they bounced in front of me, making sure to give each on ample attention. 

"Give me some bruises, baby," she commanded her voice low and thick with desire. "I want a couple love bites."

I could barely believe what I was hearing. She wanted me to mark my territory. To think that this shy, little pianist was grinding my cock while I left little love bruises all over her was amazing. I sucked happily, alternating between her two breasts and the surrounding area, all while delivering a plentiful supply of feathery light kisses. 

I hadn't meant to, but somewhere between sucks my hand fell by our connection and I instinctively started rubbing her clit. A fresh wave of pleasure fell over her. Her grinding turned into downright ramming her tight little pussy on my rod. I kept my mouth on her tits and my hand on her clit, flooding her with sweet sensations. 

She pounded into me faster and faster. At first I was feeling her walls tighten around me and then these little tremors shook through her, making her shake in my arms a little. She was losing control and it was hot as fuck. I had been doing my best to hold off my own orgasm and it was beginning to seem like a race now. I knew she was close but I desperately wanted her to come before me. 

I grabbed one of her hands and guided it down to replace my hand on her clit. Now I could do some real fucking. I leaned back into the couch and grounded my feet in the floor. My hands found her ass and I started to lift and pound, exerting force that she couldn't manage with her own maneuvers. I kneaded her sweet little ass and sucked hard on her tits. It didn't take long before she was convulsing around me, milking my cock to my own orgasm. My arms wrapped around her and I held her shaking body against mine as I followed her into that blissful state. 

I held her there for a long while, just amazed that I could make this woman shake and shiver with uncontrollable pleasure. Granted, it felt pretty awesome for me too, but Max was something else. I found myself stroking her hair, unable to keep my lips away from her skin for any amount of time. 

"Holy fuck, Geoff," she sighed contently, nuzzling her head into my shoulder. Little giggles escaped her sending more delicious friction between us. "I can't move."

"Well good," I stated matter-of-factly. "I don't want you to."

A small tremor of residual pleasure ran through her and I could feel her smile against my chest as her giggles turned into an outright laugh. "Thank you." 

"Oh sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine. Besides," I joined her with a breathy laugh, "I was just following orders for the most part." 

She lifted her head and cupped my cheek into her hand, a guilty expression plaguing her face. "I'm so sorry. I got little selfish." She looked down with a blush. "You sounded like you really wanted to get me off, so I took advantage. I'm sorry."

I turned into her palm and kissed it, "Never apologize, especially for something as great as what we just did." I looked down at her breasts, three purplish bruises scattered along her tender flesh. I allowed a finger to trace the edge of each one, before planting kisses there. "God, that is just so incredible. I've never done that to a girl before. It's going to be difficult avoiding it now."

"So you really didn't mind?" she bit her bottom lip.

I raptured her with a kiss, trying to steal her breath away. "Anything you want, Max. I'm happy to oblige, anytime."

She giggled again, setting little flutters flying around in my stomach. "So I can still be selfish?" Her hands roamed around my chest and there was an involuntary shiver as they stroked the skin just below my naval. "I can convince you to take me to bed?" 

I growled and pulled her in close for more kisses, "Baby, your wish is my command."