0 comments/ 24432 views/ 3 favorites Retreat By: P6O6E6T I guess I don't really know where to begin. But I will have to begin somewhere, so where is the best beginning to my story? Ah, yes, the break up. That will best explain my state of mind for the rest of the story. A state that can be described, at best, as fragile. I don't know if the break up was the beginning of the downward spiral, or the culmination of it, but I don't suppose it really mattered either way. I was in love, at some point, with a beautiful young college girl. Undoubtedly the best relationship of my life, she was sweet, stunning, and insatiable. I shall spare you the details of its demise, suffice it to say that I was primarily at fault. You only need to know how I reacted, which is to say, badly. I can still clearly remember how the house looked with all of her things gone. Bare, cold. Empty, just like me. How I fought back the tears, as though they would just go away, like her. I vaguely remember stumbling into a liquor store, and carrying out as much booze as equaled the cash in my pocket. Now I'm not (wasn't) much of a drinker, but I did some hard drinking that night. And the next. And the next two weeks are pretty blurry. Two sharp images stand clear, though, and they alone are why I am telling this story. The first was the phone call. My landlord, giving me two weeks to get out of my apartment, which I could no longer afford anyway. On it's own, I barely noticed this detail until later. The second was when I came out of a blackout with my pistol in my mouth. I don't know how long I had been sitting there, or how close I came to actually doing it, I just know how scared I was at that moment. And I realized that despite it all, I did still want to live a bit longer. The next day I disposed of all remaining liquor, and got rid of my gun. Two things that in my reach, would most likely have been the end of this story. However, with the new-found desire for life, I had a new problem. I was about to be homeless. I really had no friends in the city, and now no girlfriend, so I saw no reason to try and continue that life in the city. I rented half a house from and older woman in a small town in the next state. Far, far removed from what had been my life. I needed time to think, to heal, to sort out what it was in me that made me such a piece of shit, if you will. I guess you could call it the turning point in my life, and I was determined to do things right this time. I had a stupid job cooking midnights at the local 24 hour restaurant. I had been cooking most of my life, so it was easy for me to settle in and get myself established. And I worked, I slept, and I thought. About all the terrible things I had done in my life, about the things I had thought that made me a man, the things that truly made me a coward. I developed a healthy, or unhealthy, contempt for my self. Every thought was contradicted, every feeling analyzed, every reaction stifled and thought twice of. I was no longer feeling hopeless and destroyed, but I was having trouble even talking to people. I'm a decent looking guy, tall, slim, broad shoulders, nice smile, pretty eyes. I have always gotten more than my share of female attention, which could have contributed to alot of my problems in relationships. But I couldn't even look the girls at work in the eye. I was so afraid of hurting someone else, that I would take no chances falling for anyone. And so went the weeks in the beginning of my new life. I was unhappy, and for a long time, I couldn't even figure out why. Then it hit me like a slamming door. I was lonely, the first time I would admit loneliness even to myself. I was sick with it. I felt myself unworthy of another's love, but desperate for it. I had little family, and none close. I felt truly alone. At night, I worked, during the day, I cried, read books, wrote poetry, watched movies. Anything to detach myself from the empty spot where once there had been love, and friendship, and even a little happiness, but where now there was nothing but the desire for the things I had been so casual with before. Miserable, and rightfully so. It was when I gave up that I got another chance. It was when I gave up, that I met Rachel Porter. She was a regular at the diner, I had seen her starting a month after I began working there. She came in alone, read a novel, or a newspaper, or a textbook, drank coffee, sometimes a bit of food. The first thing I admired about her was that she would sit alone, and was comfortable with it. People rarely go anywhere alone these days, it's like they have to carry a piece of familiarity along with them for support. The second was that she looked absolutely beautiful with her small reading glasses, modest but tasteful. And always reading something. And she always greeted me with a quiet, "Hi". How I wanted to sit down with her on many occasions, to look into her eyes and see what it was that made her special. In my old life I had been some kind of charming, eccentric, but endearing. I now could barely hold conversation. And every time I thought of sitting down with her, I saw images of a young girl crying, and an empty apartment. Bare, empty. And I would go back to the kitchen not crying tears I couldn't cry at work. They would always wait. Then, one night, a typical slow Monday night, I was sitting alone in a booth smoking a cigarette, and in walked Rachel. She noticed me sitting not far from her usual perch, and to my absolute shock, she veered over to my table. And she sat down!? I was completely at a loss. Again the quiet "Hi", I hoped my reply didn't sound too much like a croak. When you stop talking so much, your vocal cords get kind of rusty. I had never seen her this close before, and I got to see her details. Light brown eyes, with a unique depth and clarity. The hair I had thought a rather ordinary brown, was highlighted buy a delicate red-gold. Exceptionally smooth skin. If she wore make-up, she wore it well, because I couldn't tell, if not, she needed none. And her front teeth were a bit crooked. Not mangled, if anything, it provided a charming accent to the rest of her flawless features. All of this was taken in within the few seconds I dared to look at her. I knew if she looked too deep in my eyes, she would see the shattered remains of what had once been me, and she would get up again. As it was, she must have seen alot in that few seconds, because she spoke softly, and drew my focus back to her. I wrestled with the sight of her beautiful face all red and splotchy, streaked with tears of a shattered heart. With the thought of being the culprit. Somehow I managed to bring my eyes back up, and what I saw, nearly broke me. Empathy, perhaps? Understanding, maybe a shared experience? But something I don't know that I have ever really seen before. Or maybe I had just been blind for a long, long time. That was when I was called back to the kitchen. I managed to leave her with my name, one sentence and an apologetic smile. "I have to go now, but I would really love to talk to you sometime, I'm kind of mixed up right now, but if you come in again, I may be in a better place, and that would be better, I'm sorry" She said simply "Rachel", and "Okay, bye." Had I not looked back, I may never have seen her again. But I did. And again the look that kept me up all of that next morning. "I understand." It was over a week before I saw Rachel again. She smiled at me, and greeted me by name, but she didn't come over to me. Perhaps the time wasn't right yet. I spent alot of time in that week or so, trying to vanquish all of the inner demons that had been tearing at me constantly. And gradually, I started to feel like myself again. Not entirely, I had a completely new view of that old self, and there were some things I couldn't get back to. And some I couldn't bear the thought of. But she didn't know me before. Are we the sum of our experiences, or an ever changing set of sensibilities? Is it the things we do now, or the things we did before that define us? Could I really be as different as I felt? I felt that I needed to try to change, and if I was afraid of any human contact, all the change in the world would be only in theory. After all, who says I'm going to fall in love with this girl? I have been disappointed before. Actually that is part of the old me. The way I see it, I have been disappointing before. But how much to change and still be me Yes, that is how I think, all the time. Nearly another two weeks later, I saw her again. Like watching a playback on video, the scene unfolded, just as before. I was taking a break, smoking a cigarette at a table alone, I nearly always sit alone. She walked in, and I felt it as much as saw. She dressed simply, tastefully. Tonight she had a pair of comfortably worn jeans, a sweatshirt with the name of her college volleyball team, and a cute hand-knit scarf (this was mid October). I greeted her, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. Smiled that room warming smile and came straight to my table. Odd, she didn't carry any books, no paper, nothing. She was always reading something. "Haven't seen you in awhile, I feared you had moved away or something" was my lame attempt at breaking the ice. "I have had some big tests this week, and the last time I was in, you still looked so sad. But you look better now, how do you feel?" I had known, not even known, this girl for the space of two meetings, and she could tell how I felt. Where was this going to go? "I feel better, much better, I have had some personal issues that needed sorting out. I think I have gotten to a place that isn't so sad anymore." I saw a smile pull at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes flashed an inner light at me, and she stood up. "I just wanted to see how you were feeling, and if you were working, I have to go now." I wanted to tell her I never wanted her to leave, but I settled for "It was really nice seeing you." Like I said, not much of a talker lately. She smiled again, and turned, and walked back out the door. I went back to work with a head full of possibilities, and a strange feeling, I don't even know what to call it. A sense of inevitability, a feeling of destination. Or maybe I just want her so bad, I was imagining things. Back and forth the rest of the night, wanting, and fearing the same thing. What would the next meeting be like? It took less time than I thought to find out. My shift ended at 6:00 am. I was just walking out of the office, getting coffee to go, when I saw her sitting at her booth. Rachel. Here? now? My hands were trembling as I filled the styrofoam cup, my mind whirling down the different avenues of possibilities. She might not even be here for me. I was wrong, though. When I looked up, she caught my eye, and motioned me over to her table. "Feel like breakfast?", was her response to my timid hello. I cook breakfast all night long, and am not really fond of breakfast anyway, but I would have cooked eggs in hell to have breakfast with this beautiful creature. My actual response was more like "somewhere else, I hope?" "There's a new bagel place in town that has great bagels, and leave the coffee here, theirs is far better" Now I like coffee, and I agree, the coffee at the diner is lousy, so if there was better to be had, it was a deal closer. We took her car a few blocks down to the bagel place, which was just unlocking the doors. The smell of fresh bagels and coffee is so much nicer than greasy eggs and homefries! We walked in, her taking the lead, me still befuddled that I was there with her. We ordered, and retreated to a small round table in the corner. The new place may have great bagels and coffee, but I don't remember what I ate, and never noticed the difference in my java. We talked for a couple hours, about everything, school, art, religion, family. She talked easily for a new acquaintance, and after a few moments, I felt completely unthreatened. I felt at ease for the first time in months. I found out that she went to school at night, worked her off nights, and preferred the quiet nights at the diner to the crowds everywhere during the day. I told her a bit about my old life, I have some really good stories, and I can see them all a little bit different now. After breakfast I suggested the park. It is where I go to read, and I thought she might understand. She did. We walked along the edge of the small pond at the center of the park, sat on a small bench in need of paint. Talked, looked, shared, discovered. The second time around the pond, we took hands quite naturally. Rachel was quite close to me, and she smelled great, maybe her shampoo or something, because it wasn't perfume. But that has always been one of my favorite things about women, they always smell better than I do. I learned she was 23, just a few years younger than me, that she was nearly finished with school, a wildlife preservationist, and that she was originally from Pennsylvania. I also learned that I could love this girl, I had already seen that much. Images of her tear streaked face assaulted me, and I became quiet. She noticed immediately, and inquired about it. My first instinct was to play it off, to assume the smile and manner, and to worry about it when I was alone, when it was safe. But I looked into her eyes, and instead I sat down, and put my head in my hands. Speaking quietly, forcing the words past the lump in my throat, I let it all out, my fears, the images that assaulted me, that thing I kept seeing in her eyes that terrified me so. There were tears in both our eyes when I looked back to her face, and the sight overwhelmed me. Would have broken me, had she not kissed me. Not suddenly, not quickly. Softly and thoroughly, she drew me back to her with a kiss I will never forget. After a time she drew back, looking at me, looking into me! She took my hand, and led me back to her car. She didn't speak, and I couldn't, so I didn't know where we were going, nor did I care. If she had driven us both off a cliff, I would have died with a smile. We pulled up next to a small up and down double apartment not far from the campus. I followed her to the front door of the lower apartment and inside. "Sit down," she bade me, "I have to take care of my cats real quick, you want some coffee?" I told her I would make the coffee (French press, yes), it was something I knew how to do, that might just take the emphasis off the jitters I was experiencing. I had no objections to being in her apartment, I just couldn't stop thinking about what was happening, and where could this go. We talked over coffee for another hour facing each other on the couch. She was truly beautiful. I hadn't had much desire for sex in the last couple months, to distraught to even consider it, but I found myself wanting her more and more as we got more comfortable. Soon we were no longer really facing each other, she was nestled comfortably in the crook of my shoulder. I could smell her again, feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The conversation, which had been flowing since morning, trailed off. She looked up at me, and I kissed her again. On and on the kiss lingered, building a passion that I had forgotten, or perhaps never truly known. She pulled my shirt over me head and tossed it aside. As her hands trailed over my chest and stomach, I relieved her of her sweatshirt, it joined my shirt on the floor. I had never had the opportunity to get an idea of what her body might be like, and I was dumbfounded. She wore no bra, and needed none, her breasts rose prettily from her chest, beautifully proportioned to her compact form. Our now bare torsos came together, delighting in the first feel of flesh, devouring ears, necks, lips, whetting an insatiable appetite. My hands roamed every exposed inch of her, our eyes bored into each other, no works were spoken, none were needed. Her jeans rode low on her hips, I could see the soft curve beneath her belly leading to her treasures below. Trailing kissed across her full breasts, tonguing circles around her navel, roaming ever so slowly down her body to the sensitive skin just above the top of her jeans. She gasped, and raised her hips, wanting more intimate attention. I popped the button of her jeans, and slowly wriggled them over the curve of her ass, sliding them down her legs, to join our shirts on the growing pile. She wore a simple cotton thong, growing moist with her excitement. I kissed up and down her supple legs, from the tips of her toes to the creamy skin of her inner thigh. I made sure to lick and kiss all the area around her pubic mound, but only to tease and excite. After a few long moments of this, she quickly raised her ass off the couch, and in one quick movement skinned her thong off and flung it aside, opening herself wide to me. She had a neat little patch of hair above her pussy, with her labia shaved clean. Her lips pouted out, glistening and awaiting a full oral assault. Which I promptly gave her. I slid my tongue slowly around the outside of her labia, feeling it's smooth softness. When I touched the moist edges of her folds, she shivered and sighed. When I ran my tongue slowly and firmly between them, sliding it deep inside her, she let out a low moan. When I reached the top of her damp slit, I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, basking in it. I then clamped my lips firmly about her clit, sucking it in and flicking it quickly with my tongue. Rachel bucked her hips up, bruising my lips and mashing her clit against my mouth. I could tell by the rhythm of her breathing that she was getting close, so I quickly wet two fingers, and slid them as far as I could into her sopping pussy, sliding and wriggling them while my lips resumed their nibbling. Soon after, her back arched, her pussy clenched my fingers tight, and her juices were slipping down my hand and chin. When the last of her convulsions passed, I withdrew my fingers, licking them clean, and kissed her gently on the shaved part of her labia. Then I pulled myself up next to her, and we shared a long kiss, savoring the lingering scent and taste of her. She had an incredibly sweet pussy, and I told her so. She smiled and bit her lip, pulled me close and tasting herself on me. At first the kiss was slow and sultry, but as she caught her breath it became more urgent. She gave me a look that promised untold pleasures, and rolled over on top of me. Rachel cupped my face in her hands, slid her open palms down my neck, a light caress. She dug her nails in slightly and raked them, just hard enough to leave little red lines, down my chest, tweaking my nipples, and continuing down the trail to my own little secrets. Chewing her bottom lip, with a feverish look, she nearly tore my jeans open, pulling and tugging on the legs to get them off of me. By then my erection was causing quite a respectable tent between my legs, the object she sought. Quite gently, she pulled my boxers off, freeing my straining member, and took it in her soft little hand. She looked closely, as though studying it, caressing the soft skin, lifting my balls in her free hand. She leaned in close, kissing my cock wetly on the head, then with an impish look up at me, began to devour it. Her lips slid up and down the shaft, her tongue twirled circles around the tip, she rolled my balls gently in her hand. Only about half my length would fit down her throat without choking her, so she wrapped her hand around the base and slid it up and down with the motion of her mouth. I was lost, I was breathless, I couldn't think. Now and then she would turn her eyes up to me, gazing at me with those beautiful brown eyes while stuffing half my cock down her throat. She wasn't just doing it for me, her face looked almost as pleasured as when I had been the one buried in her sex. Retreat Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others. **This is a stand-alone story.** For those who have been following along, this is the fourth in the series. I return to the romantic and sensual here, so if you're expecting a quick story about fucking, you will probably get restless with the long build-up. Once again this story represents several different real-life events combined into one night. Enjoy. --------- Gravel crunched under my truck's tires as we slowly crawled up the side of the mountain. The sun was setting behind us, rose and orange and yellow shades cascading across the snowy mountainside around us. Steamboat Springs lay behind us, patiently awaiting our return. I looked over at Tori, dressed casually in a slinky tank top and silk pajama pants over her bikini. With the heater going in the truck she had stripped off her jacket and boots, and I couldn't resist reaching over to cop a feel before she smiled and playfully slapped my hand away. She had never been to Steamboat, and she didn't really believe there were hot springs up in the mountains. I was about to prove there were, and so much more. My usual sarcasm and cynicism had died down since returning to my home state. Being in Texas makes me...restless. The serenity of the Colorado mountains calms me, and Tori wasn't quite sure what to expect from me in this subdued mood. But she didn't question me or seem perturbed, because she could see that I was content. She reached out and placed her hand on mine as I downshifted, maneuvering around another switchback. The parking lot appeared over the next rise, as did the old train car which serves as the ticket booth. Tori quietly dressed as I parked, then we walked over and bought tickets for the evening. With the sun down, the already-cool temperature dropped steadily, and we moved quickly down the stone steps to the changing teepees. "People really just change in here? Men and women?" she asked. I simply pointed to the different piles folded neatly around the floor, some clearly men's clothing and others obviously women's. "But what about after? The clothes are going to be cold," she sounded a little worried, and I smiled at her in the waning twilight. Texan girls don't 'do' cold very well. "It'll be fine, babe. Trust me." With that, I stripped out of my sweat pants and long-sleeved shirt, standing in my trunks and looking at her expectantly. She hesitated, then unzipped her coat and stepped out of her boots into flip-flops, then quickly pulled the blue tank top over her head and dropped her pants. She immediately began shivering. Apparently 30 deg fahrenheit is cold to her. "Go hop in, I'll take care of our stuff." "No! Come with me, I don't know where I'm going," she said pathetically. It was affected, but her shivering was sincere (if maybe a little exaggerated, too), and I sighed and piled our stuff quickly before taking her hand and leading her out of the teepee down to the water, which was right around the corner. The first pool was the hottest, cut only a little by the mountain stream running beside the pools. The second pool, downhill from the first, mixed more of the mountain runoff with the heated spring water falling from the first pool. I led my girlfriend to the hotter one, gingerly stepping in and watching her face relax as her body warmed up again. "You are worthless. You know that, right?" I chuckled. "Shut up. It's freaking cold out here! There's snow on the ground!" she replied indignantly. I settled against the stones ringing the pool and pulled her back into me, wrapping my arms around her. "I know it's a lot for a warm-blooded Texan princess to handle, but you did just fine. And now we're here: I told you the hot springs were real." "Maybe..." she wiggled in my lap and rested her head back on my shoulder. We both enjoy people-watching, and our vantage provided a wonderful opportunity for it. Both pools had lots of people but weren't crowded, and everyone was paired up or in groups. Nearby a post-college group was talking and laughing while drinking beers from a stash buried in the snow. One guy draped his arm over one of the girls, leading her away in the darkness "Where are we going?" she asked flirtatiously, her fingers lightly tracing along his shoulder. I watched them move over by the waterfall connecting the pools, whereupon he turned and kissed her. I leaned over and pecked Tori's cheek, then gestured over to the other pair. In the darkness my hand lazily brushed over her stomach as we watched the other two getting into it. Tori responded by sliding her hands along the outside of my thighs as we spied. They were far enough away that we couldn't see below the surface, but the guy's actions became clear when he reached out of the pool and placed the girl's top on the stones. She was smiling and kissed him again as his hands retreated below the surface. "He took off her top!" Tori exclaimed, and I smiled in the dark. "Did you not see the sign? Clothing is optional after sunset." "Really?" she asked significantly, her hands pausing on my leg. My other hand came up and both hands moved to her chest. Slowly I pulled the material covering her breasts to the side, momentarily baring her nipples underwater before my hands returned, rolling them in my fingers and rubbing them with my palms. Having made his mark on her for the night, the guy finished his seduction and retrieved the bikini top, wrapping it around his forehead jokingly as he led his conquest back to the group. Their friends greeted them with catcalls and hoots, and she shook her chest at them before wrapping herself around her new beau. I jolted slightly when I felt Tori's hand close around my erection, which had steadily grown as I fondled her. She didn't stroke it, but simply held onto it as it pulsed and flexed. For my part, I unfastened the hook between her shoulder blades and untied the bow around her neck. She didn't move as the bikini top detached and began slowly drifting toward the distant waterfall, and I casually retrieved it and wrapped it around my wrist. Tori moved away from me, then turned and lifted herself into my lap, her nipples just clearing the surface before she settled astride my legs and kissed me. My hands returned to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as her hips ground against my hard-on. I continued exploring her naked torso, my fingers eventually finding their way to her hips, to the bows connecting the halves of her bikini bottom. Slowly and deliberately I tugged against the strings. She smiled in the kiss, and gently asked, "Do you want me to be naked in front of all these people?" I grinned devilishly back at her. "Of course I do." "I see," and she resumed the kiss, saying nothing more. Eventually I took the hint and s-l-o-w-l-y pulled the bows apart, looping my fingers under the knot and pulling them out, too. I held onto one of the strings, gently sliding the material out from between us as she lifted herself up for a moment. It went around my other wrist, and my hands reached down and cupped her bare ass, pulling her deeper into my lap. I marveled at her growing exhibitionism, so quickly ramped up from the conversation we had had months before sitting naked in my truck. Now here she was, buck naked at a public place, and not only did she seem perfectly fine with it, from the passion in her kissing it was clear she was turned on. And of course, so was I, but ironically I did not feel this was the time or the place to get too hot and heavy, so I didn't push things further. Within 15 minutes or so, both of us calmed down and accepted her nudity as a matter of course, though it was still very erotic. It was a clear night with a full moon, bright enough to cast shadows. We changed locations frequently, moving to different parts of the pool, sometimes by the hot spring, other times closer to the stream. Eventually both of us were sweating hot, though, and I suggested we move to the other pool. Tori's eyes narrowed and she smirked. "Really? You're getting too hot? Or do you just want to see me stand up in front of all these people and move to the other pool?" I just smiled and shrugged, then jumped a little as her hand settled over my crotch. I had calmed down from before, but her sexy behavior would quickly revive me if she wasn't careful. "Don't get too excited, Damon...if I'm going to walk over there naked, then so are you." I felt the tug as she untied the knot and pulled loose the velcro strap of my board shorts. I took over, pulling them down and tossing them across my shoulder. "Lead the way, naughty girl." A staircase and handrail run between the pools, parallel to the mountain stream, and we made our way over to it. Tori took the handrail and stepped out as I watched. The moonlight glistened off her back as the water ran down the lines of her spine and hipbones, her wonderful heart-shaped derriere flexing as she stepped up and around. The curving stairs then brought her profile in view, her perky, rose-tipped breasts steaming and sharpening in the sudden cold. She looked spectacular. I knew I was not the only guy to appreciate that beautiful moment, and I had to move quickly or risk lewdly swinging a hardened cock between my legs in the transit. I followed her up and over, settling into the cooler pool beside her. My hand found her butt as I moved in and kissed her, silently thanking her for that wonderful gift. It still confused the hell out of my why showing her off like that turned me on, but I wasn't troubled by it enough to stop it. More importantly, neither was she. Her hand brushed across my cock, then reached down and momentarily cupped my naked balls before retreating. She broke off the kiss and wiggled her nose at me, then led me deeper into the recesses of the pool. This one was indeed much cooler, and ultimately more comfortable. We snuggled up and resumed our people-watching, enjoying the sound of wind blowing through the pine trees and the quiet beauty of the mountain night. We interrupted our own reveries with occasional kissing and fondling, taking pleasure in the naughtiness of our brazen nudity, but without speaking it aloud both of us agreed to keep it toned down, at least while we were here. The tranquility of the remote, undisturbed mountainside subdued our sexual fervor, as did the presence of those around us, even if they were as comfortable with our nudity as we were. Gazing up at the stars, I considered how my life was slowly changing, evolving little by little under the influence of the girl in my arms. Without demanding anything, without announcing overt expectations or applying direct pressure, Tori was subtly restructuring my universe around her, and everything else was becoming a buttress for this relationship. Normally I would have been scared, or even annoyed, but perhaps as a long-awaited sign of maturity, instead I was beyond happy about the circumstances and alterations to my priorities--I was content. I realized it was not that everything was changing now that she was in my life. Rather, everything was simply better. I squeezed her in my arms and kissed her neck. She turned and kissed me back. All good things end before they should, and the springs aren't open all night. I wanted to beat the rush, since there's only one four-wheel-drive road into the place, so we made our way back to the first pool early, passing once more over the staircase (again, a major thrill for me). I pretended to be disappointed when she took back her swimsuit and donned it before stepping out, but she leaned over and kissed me, once again taking my manhood in hand. "Don't worry, lover; I won't be dressed for long." With that, she was out of the pool, and my momentary excitement quickly gave way to concern for her, since I knew she would be cold very soon if she didn't dry off immediately. I quickly pulled on my shorts and followed her into the teepee, wrapping her in two giant beach towels and rubbing her down. "Take off your swimsuit, you'll be warmer that way." She hesitated for a moment, then did it, and I limited myself to a quick slap on the butt before helping her with the pajama bottoms, tank top, jacket, and boots. She looked ridiculous, but warm, and really cute. I toweled off quickly and stripped, stepping back into my sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt, wrapping the swimsuits and flip-flops in the towels and carrying the bundle underarm as I took her by the hand and led her back up the stairs to the parking lot. The warmth of her body, heated by the springs for the past two hours, quickly took the chill out of her clothes, but I knew even that would probably not be enough given how cold it was outside. We bundled into my truck and I started it, putting the gearshift in neutral and revving the engine to warm it up faster. In my concern to get her changed over, get back to the truck, and get it warmed up quickly, I didn't notice that she had been quiet the whole time. When her hand reached over and took mine, I could feel how warm she still was from the hot springs. I looked over at her, dreamlike and beautiful in the blue light of the CD player. "I love you," she said quietly, a sleepy-content look on her face. "I will do anything for you...swim naked with you in hot springs, hook up with you in front of our friends, stay the night in your crappy dorm room, let you fondle me in public and have your way with me in your truck, parked wherever you want...I don't care what we do, in private or in public, as long as it's with you." I gazed at her and tentatively smiled. I didn't really know how to respond; I simply couldn't fathom why someone as incredible as her felt this way about me. She was beyond anything I could hope for: smart, kind, forgiving, beautiful, and completely unselfish, a stark contrast to my immaturity, cunning sarcasm, and selective generosity. "I don't deserve you," was all I could find to say. I meant it. She smiled gently. "I know. But you have me anyways." I leaned over and kissed her. "You have me too, Tori." "Mmm, not yet...let's go home and do something about that." I smiled and backed out of the parking lot, warm air finally blowing from the vents. ------- We pulled into the cabin's driveway, within sight of but not too close to the next cabin over. My father owned this place, and loaned it to us for the weekend. It was substantial, two stories tall with a fully-functional kitchen and four bedrooms. He made quite a bit of money renting it out in the summers for softball tournaments and during the ski season, but for now it was just the two of us. We walked hand-in-hand to the door, and once inside we started making out as we slowly undressed. The drive home had been utterly quiet, both of us simply enjoying our emotional bond and the magic of the hot springs, shared together as two souls continuing to move closer together. Now, though, the slow burn of desire grew rapidly, at least until she pushed me away, looking up into my eyes. "Since we got here yesterday, there's something I've wanted us to do. I need to shower and get ready. Go clean up, then meet me in the living room in fifteen minutes." She turned and walked down the carpeted hall to the master bedroom, her ass bouncing with every step. I exhaled slowly, frustrated but excited. I made my way up the spiral staircase to the upstairs bathroom, turning on the shower and quickly rinsing and soaping down, removing the faint sulfur smell of the hot springs. I turned my shower off as I heard the downstairs one come on (there's limited water pressure), and I walked out to the loft overlooking the living room, wondering what she had in store. I turned and lay down naked on the lush carpet, listening to the water in the pipes passing through the ceiling as I visualized my amazing girlfriend showering below me. Soaping her breasts, suds running down the crack of her behind and over her soft rose petal lips, leaning back to soak her gorgeous raven hair....I didn't touch myself, but I could feel my body responding to Tori's magical sexuality from the other side of the cabin. The shower stopped, and a few minutes later I heard the bedroom door slide across the carpet. She moved into the living room and turned on the fireplace. She moved around the room, arranging things, and I checked my watch. Just about time. I stood and returned to the staircase, sliding my hand on the wrought iron rail so she would hear my approach. She was lying on her side on the bearskin rug, her back to the fire, head propped up by her hand, looking at me. The only light in the room came from the fire and the candles she had placed strategically on stands and the coffee table. Her long hair, still wet, was splayed out across the white rug behind her. She wore a dark blue nighty made of silk, barely long enough to cover her hips and with light blue lace above her breasts. I had never seen it before, and I was paralyzed by her beauty. Her arm slowly reached up and she combed her fingers through her hair. I was hypnotized by the subtle shift in the silk as her breast moved beneath it. "I want you to make love to me by the fireplace," she said quietly. I could feel blood pounding in my head and I rocked back on my heels. I was shocked--I didn't realize she was ready to have sex. Instead of celebrating as most college boyfriends would have, I was awed, overwhelmed with the realization that I wasn't sure if I was ready. Every relationship in the past had failed (obviously), many of them because of sex; specifically, how we felt about each other after sex. I loved Tori, really loved her, and suddenly I was terrified that I wouldn't feel the same way after sleeping with her, or worse, that she wouldn't feel the same way about me afterward, and I would lose her. But as quickly as it appeared, the fear evaporated. I knew, way down in the depth of my soul, that she was everything to me, and I would not feel anything less because we 'finally' had sex. And I knew she felt the same way. I couldn't explain how, but I just did. I looked at her, radiantly backlit by the fire, and I knew she was mine, and I was hers--simple as that. It was time, then, for us to share ourselves fully with each other, and I could not imagine a more perfect setting. I came to her, and she rolled onto her back as I gingerly knelt between her legs, lying down atop her. We kissed and touched, exploring, revealing and discovering new things about each other in the flickering light. She wore nothing under the dainty nightgown. My fingers found her moist, and her hands once more wrapped around my cock, this time not just teasing, but pleasuring as we both delicately ministered to the other's arousal. I broke free, sliding down her silken body. Her pussy was now sodden, dripping down onto the rug. I broadly licked from the base of the slit to her clitoris, and she sighed. I licked her and fingered her, watching from below as she slid the little straps from her shoulders, pulling down the lacy top and freeing her flattened breasts, the nipples pointing up to the ceiling as she rolled and pinched them between her fingers. I kissed and pulled on the lips of her pussy, engorged in arousal, and she moaned my name as her back arched and her thighs flexed. I moved back, slowing her momentum so she wouldn't cum yet. Her breathing evened out, and I moved back on top of her. She immediately kissed me, sharing her taste and sucking my tongue clean. I could not wait any longer. Deftly I donned a condom, taken from the box lying beside the rug. Suddenly I was poised at her entrance, the girl I loved and who made me so happy looking up into my eyes, her face at once loving and open, banishing any lingering doubt about us. I slowly pressed against her slit, making sure I was lined up properly before pushing. Momentary resistance gave way to incredible warmth and tightness. She gasped as I grunted, and suddenly we were moving together, a frenzy of motion as we at last acted out how much we loved each other. Retreat I wanted her--not just in a carnal sense, but as a primal need to complete my life. We had only been together for a few months, but this was unlike any other connection I'd shared with anyone before. I finally understood what it meant to make love, or rather, to share it. Her rapturous face confirmed that she was going through the same sequence of realization. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she pulled me to her, kissing me as tears poured from her eyes. Her orgasm was powerful but quiet; she never moaned or stopped kissing me, but I could feel her body shudder and her muscles squeezing around my cock. I was overwhelmed with joy, and my own climax surprised me, and I grunted quietly as I came with her. Our bodies continued rocking less and less until we were simply laying together, still kissing, basking in the fire's warmth as we came down from our first time being truly together. It was beyond anything I could ever imagine, and despite how powerful the emotions felt, I was surprisingly detached in my mind, considering my situation in a supremely sublime condition, aware of this moment's significance but not being carried away by it. She was The One. Now that I knew it, everything else either didn't matter or seemed ridiculously insignificant. She sniffled softly, and I leaned back and smiled down at her benignly. "Hey, you...I love you." "I love you, too," she replied, then sniffled again. I leaned down and kissed her. "That was perfect. How did you know you were ready? How did you know I was ready?" I asked, not hiding the wonder in my voice. "I don't know, I just...did. I love you so much, and I know you love me just as much, and it wasn't a matter of trust, or devotion, or anything else that's been missing from my past boyfriends. It was just time." Another tear slid down her cheek as she smiled. "And I couldn't be happier." I reached up and stopped the tear with my finger. "Me neither." We gazed at each other in the firelight. My mind grew strangely silent. No thoughts, no defined emotions, just her--only her. I kissed her, then kissed her again, sliding my arms beneath her and rolling over onto my back. She stayed with me, straddling my waist and returning my kiss. The silk nightgown formed a navy band around her waist as she sat up, the orange flicker playing across her breasts as she reached up and pulled her hair into a ponytail. My hands slid up and cupped her breasts as her arms lowered and her fingernails scratched lightly up and down my chest. I had slipped out of her while rolling over, and my resting cock pointed up at my bellybutton. Unashamedly she removed the condom, placing it in an ashtray on the coffee table. The gesture was loving and erotic. She stared down at me as her hands returned to my cock. I played with her nipples as her fingers rubbed my taint and gently twisted the sensitive underside of my dick, slick with my cum. I considered her as I cleared my throat. "If you know me so well, what do I want now?" She didn't respond immediately, her chest rising and falling beneath my hands as her forearm tendons cabled beneath the skin, drawing her fingernails lightly across my sac. Then she slid back on my thighs, leaning down slowly as she finally broke eye contact. Her damp ponytail felt cold on my thigh, quickly forgotten as her lips closed around my cock. She licked me clean, then took me as deeply as she could, cupping my balls in her warm hand as she began bobbing her head up and down. "Tori, wait, that's not what...oh, Jesus...you are perfect," I mumbled as my dick quickly returned to full hardness. Still she continued to pleasure me, humming softly as she sucked my balls, licking all around the sac as I slowly stroked my wet cock. She took over again with her mouth, planting her hands beside my hips and increasing her tempo. My head fell back to the rug and I groaned; her blowjobs were becoming transcendent. She pulled back, releasing my dick, which thumped onto my stomach. I looked down at her, marveling in how quickly she had revived me. The fire highlighted the traces of her Japanese heritage, and I was mesmerized by her intense stare as she reached out and picked up another condom. Silently she opened it and unwrapped it over my dick, then with one parting, sultry glance, she faced away from me on all fours. I rolled onto my knees behind her, cock throbbing at the delectable sight before me: Tori, the most magnificent girl I had ever met, naked but for a silk nightgown around her waist, offering herself to me again only minutes after the most emotionally intense sexual experience of my life. She had tasted herself on me, had tasted the rubbery condom without any sign of repugnance, just to make me hard, and now she patiently waited for me make love to her again. I could do naught else but humbly oblige. She was hyper sensitive, so I took it slow entering her again. I savored the incredible way her pussy squeezed around my cock; even through the condom I could feel the texture of her inner walls. From this angle I could watch her pussy lips pull after me as I withdrew, then push back in as I tenderly drove forward. My hands naturally fell on her hips, and I gently pushed and pulled them in time with my slow thrusting. I pushed myself deeply into her, rotating my hips, which elicited a sharp hiss, and I noticed her hand go up to her clit. I leaned down, spooning her as I reached up from below and cupped her breasts. My cock inched in and out of her as I nibbled her shoulder and rubbed her nipples. Her breathing increased in pace and volume, and I leaned back once again to resume a more urgent tempo. My strokes came long and deliberate, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her ponytail. The hand on her clit reached down and fondled my balls for a moment, and I thrust deeply to give her better access. When I started rotating my hips again, however, her support arm gave out, and I had to let go of the ponytail and hold her waist upright with both hands. Her hand returned to her more immediate needs, and I resumed thrusting. Looking at her back, the image flashed through my mind of her, dripping wet, walking between the pools, her glorious nudity and perfect body haloed in moonlight, and suddenly I was going over the edge. "Oh God, Tori...TORI!" and I exploded. Her whimpering joined my cries, and though my head fell back and my eyes clenched shut, I could feel her telltale shivering in my hands and around my pulsing cock. There was no lingering this time. Once finished, I gingerly pulled out, the pain immediate and sharp. Tori saw me grit my teeth as I removed the condom. "Are you going to be sore, baby?" she asked, concerned. I chuckled softly. "Yeah, but I don't care in the least. I would live with this pain every day of my life if it meant doing what we just did." I threw the vile rubber into the ashtray, then looked at her. Beneath her ponytail she had the same sleepy-content look on her face from earlier this evening. Delicately I reached over and tossed her hair to the other side. "So you do really know what I want." "Oh, baby...that was better than I imagined! I was worried you wouldn't be up for another go," she rolled onto her side and stretched like a cat. Even after two rounds I could feel the deep yearning in my body to see her do that. "You bring out the best in me, darling, in every way." My response was far more emotional than I intended. She rolled over, facing toward the fire and away from me. I spooned her, and she took my hand and placed it on her heart. "I love you, Damon," she said simply, knowing it was exactly what I needed to hear. All of my eloquence and struggle to find the right thing to say was my way of showing her how much I cared, yet she was the one who had the perfect words. "I love you too, Tori," I whispered in reply, but she was already asleep, and soon I joined her. Retreat and Surrender It was August when Amber got on the bus to her woman's retreat. This was a trip with other women in her church most of them older than she. She was 18 years old and had just completed high school, she was happy because now the church viewed her as a single woman and no longer kept with the youth of the church. She was looking forward to hanging out with her friend Elise at the retreat. The sun shone brightly through the window on the bus and into her bright red hair. She almost fell asleep against the window when she heard Elise's voice. "Is the seat next to you taken?" "Not at all, I was saving it for you." Elise sat down next to Amber. They have been friends since Elise moved to town four years ago. They attended school together, but never really saw much of each other there, so church was really it for them. Amber was glad Elise was here as soon college would start up and there might not be any place left for Sunday services. Elise had her long black curly hair pulled back into a bun. Her lips seemed to pout out a bit, and her lip stick made them look ruby red. She lived with her mom, her older sister just moved out two years before. Elise had problems in her faith when she first came to the church as her father had just left her family and she wondered why God would allow such a thing. Through church, Bible reading, and her friendship with Amber she found that things like this happen so better things can come from it. "You looking forward to College?" Amber asked. "Yeah, the idea that I can make a decision on if I feel well enough to attend classes, go to parties, stay up late. Who knows, maybe I'll get a boyfriend there." "I never saw it that way, about being an adult and trusted to do the right thing. I know I'll study and attend classes, stay with the church, and maybe I'll meet a guy there." "I'm going to try to stay with the church, I'd like to meet a nice guy there. I'm sure he'll treat me well and not leave." Amber smiled knowing that her friend was going to stay with the church's teachings. Also knowing that college guys probably all wanted one thing and would be cautious about them. In the past four years she watched her friend grow up and become more mature and now she seemed like a good Christian woman, she hoped that Elise witnessed the same with her. "What will you look for in a boyfriend?" Elise asked, her dark brown eyes looking at her friend's dark green ones. "Well, God-fearing of course, knows his Bible, and has a huge future ahead of him. Of course liking big girls would be a must." Amber spent most of her life being chubby and was made fun of a lot in school for it. She was hoping that college would be better as the men there were mature, much like the seniors in high school were. She hoped that they would notice more about her than her physical shape and take notice of her mind. "What about you," Amber asked, "What will you look for?" "I guess the same, except the big girls thing." Amber laughed at her friend adding that on as Elise was in between, not stick thin, but not chubby either. Her weight seemed to fit her well. She was sure that Elise would have no problem getting guys, where as for her it might be a struggle. Once all the ladies were on the bus it headed off towards the retreat. "Ladies, I know some of you have been here, but a few of you haven't." The group leader said. "There is a shower and restroom not far from where we'll be placing our tents, so you're not totally cut off from civilization. We're going to spend our days doing what ever we want in order to commune with God, and learn more about the lessons of the Bible. At night we'll gather around the campfire and sing songs and talk about what we did during the day. So I hope that we all enjoy this week." She sat back down and looked ahead. "I think this retreat sounds like fun, I could see myself coming to this thing for weeks to come." Amber said. "What all are we going to do there?" "I don't know, hike, swim, read the Bible. I really don't know what we'll have in store for us, and I'm sure we can just do what some of the elder members are doing, no need for us to stick out because we're young." Elise nodded her head understanding what her friend was saying. They've come a long way out of the youth group, and for them to purposely separate themselves from the rest of the adults could show that they aren't ready to be grown up yet. The two girls fell asleep on the bus on their way there. Amber's head was on Elise's shoulder and Elise's head resting on Amber's. They woke when they saw the rest of the women gathering towards the front of the bus. Elise got up first and Amber stood behind her as they waited to get out of their row. Amber looked out the window and saw the driver emptying out the suitcases out from the bottom of the bus. "I think I see my duffel, I can't wait to go there and pick it up." Amber said. Elise quickly turned her head and saw where her bag was, she went back to watching as some women gathered there things from the overhead compartments. Elise couldn't wait to get her hands on her pink duffel bag, but more importantly her dark blue sleeping bag. "You're going to be my tent mate, right?" Elise asked as she worked her way into the isle. "Of course, there's no one here that I would rather spend the night with talking girl talk." Amber replied as she tried to follow after Elise. The two girls got off of the bus and on solid ground. Elise went over to her duffel bag and sleeping bag as soon as she could. Amber took her time gathering her things as she had to identify her sleeping bag. "Ladies, line up and face me." The group leader said, "It is a bit late now, and there is food ready inside the mess hall that has been cooked by some of our fellow sisters that came up here before us. They have volunteered to cook for us this week, so when you see them be sure to thank them." "Also at the mess hall are dome tents, there are instructions on how to build them inside the bag. After you're done eating grab a tent for you and a friend to sleep in. It is then up to you whether you think you need to shower or not. If modesty is an issue for you, please be aware that there are curtains around each shower head. For those of us that have done this all before, please help out our new campers and show them around here. Once again let's all have fun." A woman who was about 36 years walked toward Amber and Elise. "Hi you two, do you know me?" she asked. "Not really, but I've seen you around." Elise said. "I've seen you with my mom at church, but I've never really been introduced to you." Said Amber. "My name is Connie, I'm friends with both of your mothers. Sorry to hear that they couldn't make it to this retreat. But I guess you gotta eat." She smiled at the two younger girls. "Well, let's go eat first, and then I'll show you where everything is here. You're going to love it." Amber and Elise followed Connie to the mess hall. Amber watched how Connie's sun dress swayed around her ankles. She thought it was a bit odd for a woman to wear a dress on a camping trip, but it did look like it was more comfortable than her cargo shorts and tee shirt. Elise was wearing a tank top, which barely hid her bra strap, and a pair of jean shorts. The mess hall smelled of a roast beef dinner, carrots, celery, beef, all those odors filling the air. Connie grabbed a few plates, she took one and passed the rest down to the two gals. She took a couple of scoops of the meat and vegetables and walked over to take a bottle of water, the two girls followed her lead. All three sat at a table, Connie reached in a basket at the middle of the table and pulled out forks for herself and the two young women. She took a deep breath. "Oh ladies, we're going to be eating good this week." She said with a smile. "How many years have you been doing this?" Amber asked. "18 years on and off. I have to work too, like your moms. I love it here, I feel closer to God here and as women we need this time of sisterhood and fellowship. We don't have it too much and even at church we are there with children and husbands. I feel that we should take time out during the week to spend time with our fellow sisters, but with work, school, family we don't. I think this week you'll definitely feel like you're part of something." "Where is a good place to pitch a tent here?" Elise asked. "You can camp near me, I like being close to the restroom, but not too close. For one the smell, for two the foot traffic. Ladies here take showers at all different times and you'd hate to have someone walk through your site when you're trying to sleep." Elise understood what the older woman was saying. She was excited that Connie would be nearby as this was her first camping trip with out her mom and the idea of an older woman who is offering guidance brought her peace. After they were done eating, they put their plates up on a counter where another woman was washing dishes at a deep sink. This did seem mighty civilized to the two girls who were expecting something a bit more rugged. But once they got away from the mess hall they saw what they wanted to see. There were pine trees stretched high above them, some bats flew over head, on the hunt just right after the sun had set. Connie walked off the path, but stayed parallel to it. As they kept walking the girls could see a light and a building, they imagined that was the bathroom. They kept walking and could hear as many women were talking and knew that soon they would be at there site. "Evening ladies." Connie said. "This is Elise and Amber, this is there first time here." "Welcome." The other ladies seemed to say all at once. The trio kept walking another few yards or so to where they wanted to build there tents. Connie was nice enough to help out the girls before setting one up on her own. "Lay the tent out flat, the mesh part at the top." Connie said as she adjusted her reading glasses while reading the instructions. Elise could have figured that out on her own, but she liked helping Connie find a use around camp. "Slide the poles in the holes, try not to force them as you could rip the fabric." Connie continued. She helped them a bit by pinching the sleeve on the tent and shaking it back and forth while Elise tried to push the pole through. Once one pole was done, Connie was able to help Amber too. "Put the poles into the holes in the tab at each corner of the tent." Connie once again helped out as each time a pole went into a hole it became harder to get another pole into a hole. "Lay the canopy upside down and place the last pole in the pockets at the edges." Connie watched as the two girls followed the direction like a couple of pros. "Now put the canopy on top of the tent, pole side down and secure the hooks to the flaps on the side of the tent." The girls were able to follow that instruction as well with no help. "You need help too Connie?" Elise asked. "No, I can do it on my own, and my tent mate will be joining us once she's done in the kitchen." Connie went over to join the other girls around a lantern, they looked like they were having a fun conversation. Amber and Elise went inside their tent and laid out their sleeping bags. They put there bags against the sides of the tent so that there would be an open area for them to talk. Amber reached in her bag and pulled out a small pillow and put it at the head of the sleeping bag. Elise opened her bag up slowly and pulled out a pillow as well and placed it at the head of hers. "What are you hiding?" Amber asked. "What?" "You were very cautious with your bag." Elise looked lost, she couldn't come up with a good explanation for her actions, and it was her trust of Amber that lead her to wanting her as a tent mate in the first place, so why not let her know what's in her bag. "You won't think less of me?" "No, you're my best friend." Elise opened her bag to show a romance novel sitting in the back of the bag. "I wouldn't have noticed that." Amber said. "Well, I didn't know if it would have moved from the travel." "Well, I don't see what's so wrong with that, my mom's got a couple of those by her night table." Elise's eyes went wide. "Do you read them?" "No, I see the cover and I know it's not what I want to read, I imagine my mother reads them in order to make up for how unadventurous her life is. I mean why else would one read about a woman who's life has been changed by an adventurous man. Why do you read them?" "I think I have adventure in my life, but as an African-American woman I feel like I'm forced to be with a man of the same race. Here these women are rich and they are forced to be with men that are rich, but they find love with a man who is a scoundrel. Also when I read these stories not only do I find escape from society's binds on me, but I have a heaving bosom." Elise said while pushing out her chest. Amber laughed and she felt closer to her friend than she has in a long time. She never knew Elise had binds on her by society or had body issues like she did. Elise had small breasts, they caused her shirt to stick out a bit, but not as much as Amber's. I guess growing up things like that never really come up, but as adults they must be more common, because Elise made it seem so natural. "Amber.....Elise?" Connie's voice called out. The girls un-zipped the tent and saw Connie with another woman who looked to be a couple years older than she. "This is my friend Rachel, she's a great cook. She'll be around some of the time." The two girls thanked Rachel for their dinner. Connie and Rachel walked over to their tent and began to put it together. Amber and Elise zipped up their door and got changed for bed. Both girls were fine in their panties and shirts, but Elise took off her bra. Then they tucked themselves inside their sleeping bags. "Romance novels aren't very Christian are they?" Elise asked. "I've never read them, but from what I hear they are about love, maybe a bit unconventional, but love all the same. I would imagine that leads to love, and if there is pre-marital sex that's taking place, I don't think they say that either party is aware of God's law and just following human urges." "I never saw it that way. Thanks." Elise picked up her romance novel and started reading. Amber turned off the main lantern leaving Elise with her small book light. She rolled over and fell asleep. Elise read her book and felt familiar urges develop inside her. She rubbed over her left breast with her right hand to find her nipple poking up through the cotton. A gasp came from her as she continued to rub over it. . She closed her eyes and slowly raised her shirt up using her right hand, exposing her belly under the sleeping bag. She rubbed up and down slowly pushing the top up higher and uncovering more of herself. She moved her hand higher feeling over her breast, feeling her erect nipple. A gasp escaped her lips as she pleasured her sensitive tit. She loved feeling how soft her breasts were, they may have been smaller than most others her age, but she still loved they way they felt. She moved up over her breast and felt as her hand flicked over the erect nipple, she let out a small moan. Using her thumb and forefinger she pinched and rolled the sensitive nub. She removed her hand from her breast and sat up, looking over to see if her friend was still sleeping. It was safe, she unzipped the sleeping bag all the way down so that she could spread her legs a little more than she was allowed to before, also she reached inside the bag to pull out a purple vibrator that she hid in her sleeping bag. She moved her left hand between her thighs. She felt over her cotton panties and felt the dampness building up in them. She moaned as she felt the contact with her dampening mound. She closed her eyes as slid her hand into her panties brushing against her tuft of pubic hair caused her pussy to twitch and a moan to pass her lips. Using her forefinger and middle finger she massaged her lips as she continued to tweak her nipple with the other hand. She felt the wetness build up between her pussy lips. She looked to Amber to see if she was still sleeping, she turned the vibe on and pulled her panties to the side, and slid the plastic toy inside her. Her hips rose as she penetrated and a moan entered the air around them. Amber woke up a little to hear Elise softly moaning. From what Amber could tell from the low light pouring into there tent, Elise's eyes were closed and her sleeping bag un-zipped enough to allow her legs to be spread a bit more. Her right hand under her shirt she pinched and rolled the sensitive nipple. Her left hand was moving around between her thighs. Amber could see the movement and heard a slight buzzing sound that joined in with her friends moans. Her breathing deepened and her hips began to thrust off the ground. Her moans became more audible as her climax was getting closer. Amber couldn't believe what she was seeing, she couldn't look away, she just had to keep watching as her friend masturbated. Amber has done it before but not around another person, this was something she never experienced before, and something she didn't know Elise did or any other woman for that matter. Elise's body shook around as she came, Amber rolled over trying to pretend she was asleep. Elise opened her eyes and saw her friend "sleeping" she picked up her book, and closed it. She lowered her shirt back down to cover her belly and zip the sleeping bag up before going to sleep in her post orgasmic bliss. There was a tapping on the tent the next morning. "Ladies get up, it's time for breakfast." Connie said. "Ok, let us get dressed first." Amber said. Amber got out of her sleeping bag and put the shorts on she wore yesterday. "Amber, please don't look." Elise said. Amber nodded her head as she put her socks and shoes on. The redhead kept her head low as her dark haired friend pulled her tank top off and put on the bra she took off the night before. "Ok, you can look now." she said as she grabbed her jean shorts and put them on. Once the two girls were dressed they left there tent, one at a time. Connie was there waiting for them, and walked with them up to the mess hall. Sausage and bacon filled the air of the hall, and women were walking away with plates full of them and a side of pancakes. Elise and Amber were enjoying everything that they have seen so far about the camp, and this breakfast just added to that. The ladies sat down and discussed what they were going to do with the rest of the day. "What are you going to do today Connie?" Elise asked. "When Rachel gets done here, she and I are going to hit the lake and go for a swim. I'm sure a lot of us are, it's a great way to cool down and get a little clean. But we do all shower after just because lake water isn't the cleanest." "What else is there to do?" Amber asked. "Well, there is a popular hike nearby, it's not too far and you get a great view of the lake once you get to the top of the rock." "Who all does that?" "Usually the younger girls like you and Elise, the older ones like Rachel and myself just sit by the tent or the lake." "Well, I'm sure Amber and I will see you at the lake in an hour or so." Elise said. "Sure, if you want to go get changed after breakfast I'll come get you and we can all make the walk together." "That would be a good idea as we wouldn't even know where to go." Elise said with a slight chuckle. Amber didn't know what Elise was doing, speaking for them. She hated swimming, she thought that they both did. In high school they had to wear these one piece suits with some of the girls who's bodies were better suited for things that were skin tight. The boys let them know it too by ogling the other girls more than she and Elise. She did bring a suit though just hoped that she would never have to wear it. Retreat and Surrender They ate their food and put their dishes on the counter before walking back into the woods. Connie walked up ahead of them a bit because Amber kept Elise back. "Swimming, I thought you hated swimming." "No, I love swimming, I just hated the way that I felt around other girls when we swam in high school." "But we are surrounded by other girls." "Other women, they don't care about how we look or are going to make fun of us because of the way we look in our suits. These are fine Christian women. If anything we'll be applauded for our bravery." Amber saw Elise's point of view, but was still going to throw a t-shirt over her suit. They got to their tent. Elise unzipped it and walked inside, "Me first." she said as she put her last foot past the threshold of the tent and zipped it back up. After a few minutes Elise stepped out wearing a bathing suit, flip-flops, and a t-shirt covering her torso. "What about all that talk about bravery?" Amber asked. "I'm too self cautious, sorry." She said looking ashamed for misleading her friend. "It's ok, we'll look like twins." Amber joked as she went into the tent to change. The girls were changed and ready for a good swim. Some of the other ladies around there site were dressed in one and two piece bathing suits and holding their change of clothes wrapped up in a towel. "Should we just let Connie know and go with them?" Amber asked. "No, we'll wait for Connie, I don't want her and Rachel to be stragglers." "What about the rest of the kitchen crew?" "Well, I'd like to meet them all and thank them for the food." Amber decided that her friend wanted to wait for Connie and Rachel. Connie was nice and helped them build the tent and it seemed like she wanted to help and as young women new to the retreat they would allow her to feel helpful. The camp was vacant, the girls sat down at a table. It seemed that they were alone, but Connie wasn't too far away, Amber really wanted to talk to Elise about last night, but so far it seemed that the timing would never be right. The girls watched as Rachel walked from the mess with a group of other kitchen workers. They began to scatter around until Rachel was the only one still walking toward the camp. "Morning ladies." She said as she walked past there table, "Is Connie in the tent?" They both nodded and watched as Rachel unzipped the tent and went inside. They both looked at one another as Rachel zipped the door back up. "They must really be comfortable with each other." Amber said. "How long do you think they've been tent mates?" Elise asked. "Connie said she doesn't go every year, and Rachel might because she cooks." "Do you ever think we'll reach that level of comfort?" Elise asked. Amber thought back to last night. "I think we'll reach a level of comfort, but probably you before me." Connie and Rachel stepped out of the tent, both wearing two piece suits and carrying large beach towels. "Well, let's go." Connie said and they walked towards the lake to join everyone else. The kitchen staff joined in along the way. Elise was nice enough to introduce herself and Amber to everyone and to thank them for the awesome food. They all smiled at the young lady who was so polite. They get to the lake, and find some women splashing around in the water, some of them doing back floats. Other's on the shore working on their tan or working their way through a paper back mystery or religious book. Amber and Elise thought it all looked fun, but being the only ladies still in t-shirts they felt that they were calling attention to themselves. Amber didn't care, nothing was going to make her remove her shirt, she walked towards the lake and Elise followed her. They got to where the lake water touched the dirt and walked in together slowly. The girls wanted to make sure that the bottom of their t-shirt would get wet enough that it would sink along with them and not just cause an air pocket. The water was warm, and it was a great day to be out in the lake with friends. Amber and Elise swam around in the lake happy to be in the water and not worry about being laughed at or have jokes made at their expense. Elise started swimming to the shore. Amber just stayed treading water as her friend got out of the lake. "Connie you should come out in the water, it's so warm." Elise said. Connie raised her head off of the towel she was on and squinted as she looked at the lake. "I bet it is warm, but I just like to lay here in the sun and get a good tan." She made eye contact with Elise. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but what's up with the shirts?" "I don't like my body, other girls would make this suit look good, but not me." "You've got to be kidding me. I think you're a fine looking young woman, and if you don't like your body, who do you think will?" Elise thought about it. "I don't know, I never really thought about it." "God made us all different Sweetie, you shouldn't be afraid to hide his craftsmanship, especially among sisters." Elise looked around and noticed that all the women had different body types, some skinny, some chubby, some short, some tall. She was just another girl in that group, she quickly pulled off her t-shirt and threw it at her feet. She smiled at Connie before turning around and running into the lake. Elise swam out to Amber as fast as she could. Amber looked hurt as she was now the last girl wearing a shirt at the lake. "What did Connie say to you?" "She told me I should love my body, or no one else will. It is a work of art by God and I was working hard to make sure that the other ladies couldn't see it. Look around Amber, you're not the only big girl here." Amber looked around, Elise was right. "Yeah, well I'm the only big girl here that doesn't have kids." "Well, you choose to see it that way." She swam past Amber, and amber went back up to the shore. Amber looked out at the water, seeing Elise's dark skin and red suit as just a small dot on the water as she walked up to Connie. "You did wonders for Elise, I wish you could do the same for me." She said as she sat down next to Connie. "I heard you two girls talking about Rachel and me earlier." Amber turned her head to look at the older woman. "The reason she and I can get dressed in the same tent comes from the fact that we've known each other for years. At first it was odd thinking about another woman being naked that close to me, but naked is the way that we were created, we are works of art my dear. No woman here cares about how we look to others, just how we feel. God created us the best he could, and he is perfect. Look at this lake, it looks brown and dirty, but look at those women swimming in it. They look happy, they are enjoying a lake that one would see as ugly and dirty." "It's not." Said Amber, "It's beautiful, the water feels so good and warm, if someone said it's dirty water, they should see it on my skin, it's clear. Thank you Connie, you're so wise." Amber had tears in her eyes as she now knew what Elise was trying to tell her when it came to Connie's wisdom. Amber stood up and threw her wet t-shirt on the ground next to her friend's. Amber ran out in the pool, not caring about her breasts, belly, and ass jiggling as she did. As she started swimming she heard a round of applause from the beach, and she felt empowered by her sisters. She joined up with Elise, and looked her in the eye. "I think I fully love swimming now Elise." She said as she treaded water. "Me too, I might think about getting a two piece before I go again. It might just be for retreats, but I want to share my figure, maybe another girl with the same body type will feel better about herself if she sees me full with pride." The two girls floated on their backs the rest of the morning, feeling the water on their shoulders, it was almost like they just discovered water, they felt free to be themselves, it was liberating. "When you swam out here, how'd it feel to feel nothing but the cool water hitting the top of your breasts, no shirt." Elise asked Amber. "Different, more different than swimming at school. I felt like this was the life we were meant to live, just be who we are, forget what society says about what's beautiful and just know that God doesn't make things ugly, just perfect." "I agree." Elise said as she reached out to hold her friend's hand. The women started to leave and get ready for lunch. Amber and Elise walked up to the shore and picked up their dirty wet t-shirts and started to dry off a bit with their towels. The ladies walked in almost a single file to the showers. The kitchen staff probably left before everyone else, but Amber and Elise didn't notice. The line for the shower was pretty long, but Elise was hoping that she'd be able to catch up with Connie for talking to her like an adult and not speaking down to her like a teenager. The girls watched as naked women came from the shower holding their wet swim suit to get dressed into their dry change of clothes. Women would go into the vacant shower and leave their suit up on a nearby hook. "Well, I'm glad that we're not ashamed of our bodies anymore." Elise sighed. "Yeah, glad." Amber stated in a monotone voice. "I don't know if I'm ready for you to see me naked Amber." Elise said. "I don't think I want anyone to see me naked." Amber laughed. "When I get into my shower, and you into yours, just don't open your curtain and come out until I state that I'm dressed, ok?" "Sounds like a deal to me." A shower opened and Elise got into it and closed the curtain behind her. Another shower opened and Amber was able to do the same. The tile floor was warm to them as every shower had warm water which kind of caused a fog in the room. Amber removed her suit and put it on the hook and used some of the soap from the pump that was on the wall to get a good lather to wash off the past couple of days of camping. Amber heard as Elise's shower was turned off, out of the corner of her eye she saw Elise standing there naked. Her curly black hair looked like it went down to the center of her back. Her skin was a dark brown, and her little nipples were darker still. Her hips jetted out a bit from her torso, and her thighs looked nice and round. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed, it looked thicker at the top and lighter at the bottom to accent her slit between her legs. Amber found herself thinking of last night and now had a better image of Elise to go with it. Elise walked over to dry off. Amber lost sight of her, but she thought about her friend's nude body standing there with her right hand tweaking her left breast, and her left hand plunging fingers in between her thighs. She imagined Elise coming closer to climax with her mouth open to bring in more air and to let her moans pass, while her eyes closed and thinking about what ever she thought about last night. This image excited Amber even more and she had to do that herself. She used both hands and picked up her left breast and noticed the pink nipple begin to rise in excitement of what she was about to do. She inspected the nipple of her right breast as well, the image of her nude tits excited her. She ran her hands over them feeling her hands flick over her nipples, her breathing deepened. She reached down and placed her right hand between her thighs, feeling the wetness build between her pink lips. She closed her eyes and imagined the love of her life rubbing her and kissing her neck. The water cascading around them as he continued to tease her. Amber loved the way the water felt on her aroused skin as she touched herself. The water pour all over her body, feeling as the water dripped off of her hair and down her back and ass. The water rolled off her tits and onto her round belly and down her legs. She placed her left hand on her right breast and used the water to lubricate the twisting of her thumb and forefinger. Her left hand reached between her thighs, feeling the tuft of red pubic hair against her wrist as she thought about her love teasing her before going to the bedroom She closed her eyes as she rubbed her pussy lips faster, imagining his hand on her arm as he sucked her nipple. But soon his hand was replaced by a smaller softer hand. She didn't slow down her own exploration. In her mind's eye she looked down to find Elise sucking on her nipple, and flicking it with her pink tongue. She could imagine Elise's fingers stroking her slit quickly wanting to feel the release of her friend. Elise's thumb ground against the redhead's clit. She trusted Elise so much in real life, she would trust her here in the shower to get her off and have an incredible orgasm. Random thoughts entered her mind as she pleasured herself, thinking of Elise standing up and looking her in the eye, her dark nipple pressing into the light flesh on her breast as she continued to caress her plump pussy. Amber imagined that she returned the favor and rubbed her fingers against her friend's pussy Thinking of her friend closing her eyes and just enjoying her best friend bring her to an orgasm. Amber imagined the two girls working their fingers between the puffy lips guarding the entrance to their wombs as they brought them selves closer to orgasm. Amber felt her climax coming upon her, her knees weaken and her muscles pulse inside her. Aloud gasp escaped her and her eyes shot up as she came. The images of Elise cumming with her still flashed with every blink of her eyes. She slowly moved her hands away from her quivering body and went back to her shower, unable to shake the fantasy that just brought her to climax. "You can come out now." She heard Elise say. I'll see you outside. Amber felt so embarrassed, she hoped that her friend didn't hear her, or know what images were in her mind as she came. Amber and Elise were finally alone, but right now didn't seem like the time to talk about last night. She knew it was just her mind, but Amber still felt guilt over her fantasy. But was it last night that started it, she really wanted to talk about it, but thought that was a conversation left to another time. The mess hall wasn't too crowded, as it was just sandwiches for lunch, they imagined that women just ate quickly and then left to go whatever they wanted to until dinner. Elise and Amber found Connie and sat down with her at a table. "It felt so good to drop those t-shirts, I'm starting to see how these retreats are needed, just women no judgment." Amber said. "Well usually young women like yourselves have these cover ups and it starts making us feel that we all might have something to hide. You two have nothing to hide, you have beautiful bodies." "Thank you Connie." Elise said, Amber nodded in agreement. "You're both welcome. I just hope that the feeling of sisterhood is something you take away from this week. I know I do every time I come." They finished their lunch and walked back to the camp site. All three of them took up chairs around a table and were able to talk about the importance of friendship and God's role in their lives and how it lead to their happiness. As the women talked Amber and Elise would share glances, as in knowing that their friendship was really something. Amber and Elise loved each other and even though in the outside world they didn't see each other much they knew that if for some reason one were to leave, they would be missed. They would never tell the other one of these feelings as they thought it would only distance their friendship by using that word. The two girls just let their friendship be what it is, and if the other person felt loved, then that's what they felt. They all went to the mess hall and had burgers for dinner. Elise, Amber and Connie all sat together and enjoyed talking about life outside the church. Connie was married and had two kids. Her husband and she attended their separate retreats in the same years, the years they didn't go they would stay at home and discuss their own relationship and how God was working bringing them closer together. They walked to the campfire after dinner. Hearing how some women went on a nature walk and prayed under a huge pine tree and thanked God for such a beautiful planet. Other's just took awe of the day itself as God created it. Then Elise stood up to talk about her lesson learned. "Today I learned to respect my body and no longer see it as imperfect, as God created it perfectly and with love. My best friend Amber is the most beautiful woman I know and I hope that after today's lesson we received that she will finally agree with me." Amber stood up, a slight blush on her pale white cheeks, she waved to the other women and then sat back down. She couldn't believe it, Elise thought she was beautiful, she never heard anyone outside of a family member say that about her. She kept her head down to smile at the thought about being beautiful to someone that she never expected to find her beautiful. They all walked to their tents. The girls decided to walk to their tent on their own instead of following behind Connie and Rachel. "Do you really find me beautiful?" Amber asked. "Yeah, don't you?" "Well, not before today, and now I find that someone else thinks I'm beautiful too." "Well, don't you think I'm beautiful too?" "Of course, who wouldn't you're not bone thin or fat, you're right in the middle." Elise stopped walking, which made Amber turn back for her. Amber looked Elise in the eyes. "I hate it when you say fat." "Why?" "Because you're beautiful." She reached out and touched Amber's soft warm cheek. Amber closed her eyes and moved her cheek more into Elise's delicate hand. Amber opened her green eyes and looked at Elise's caring brown eyes. "Just because I'm beautiful doesn't mean I'm not-" "Full-figured." Elise interrupted. "Fine, full-figured." "Amber, you have curves in all the right places, you got boobies, and a nice butt. Me I'm almost a board." "I guess together we could make a beautiful girl, no belly but boobs and butt." Amber laughed and Elise joined her. They got to their tent and Elise unzipped the door and they both went inside. Amber zipped the door shut. The girls sat down to kick off their flip-flops. And then laid down to take off their shorts. Amber looked at Elise and Elise back at her as they undressed to get ready for bed. The girls shared a smile as their shorts traveled down their legs to their ankles. The redhead took notice of her friend's dark skinned legs, her mind was elsewhere at the showers earlier, they were long and thinner than her own. Part of her wanted to reach over and touch them to see how they felt in contrast to her own, but she didn't know how Elise would feel about that touch and she wasn't a lesbian. Elise got up and undid her bra under her shirt, and then removed it from her and tossed it with her shorts. She laid back down and looked at Amber who was still looking her way. "What's your book about?" "It's a story about a young woman who is to be married to a farmer who has land that the woman's father wants. The woman doesn't love him but she meets a thief when he breaks into her father's home. His eyes catch her and she chases after him. She tells him of her plight and begs that he take her with him. He does and she becomes a criminal with him." "What did you read last night?" Amber said in a voice that seemed to taunt Elise. "Why do you ask?" "I saw you last night." "I thought you were asleep." Elise said, sounding shocked, "Why didn't you say anything." "I didn't want to interrupt." "Well, last night was the love scene that they've been building up to in the whole book. It was arousing." "So that's what you thought about?" "Oh, yes." "What else do you think about?" Retreat and Surrender "Why do you want to know?" "Just curious." "I don't know, stuff." "Women?" "Women," Elise repeated as though she never heard the word before, "Why would I think about women while I do that?" "I have." "You did, when?" "Earlier today." "Did you think about Connie?" "No." "Well, who?" "That's not important." Elise thought about what her friend just admitted. "I've thought about women before." She said looking up at the top of the tent. Amber was shocked at what she just heard. "But we're not lesbians." "I know, but I love the idea of being naked with another woman soft hands, soft bodies, pressing together. Feeling a girl's soft breasts in my hands and tasting them in my mouth. I'd love for a woman to do the same to me, it's so sexy to see two women with their sexy curves just laying together and pleasing each other just adds to it." Elise couldn't believe how forthcoming she was about this fantasy, she was a good Christian woman, as was Amber, but amber admitting to having the same fantasy. Maybe this was that sisterhood that the other women kept talking about, sisters discuss these things right? Maybe not flesh and blood sisters, but figurative sisters. Amber looked at Elise and agreed with her, she thought about holding Elise's smaller body in her arms, feeling her back as Elise felt hers. They would kiss in there embrace. Amber couldn't believe where her thoughts were going. "So what happened in the sex scene in your book?" Amber asked to change the subject. "Well, promise you won't think less of me." "I promise." "The woman was found by the police and given back to her father. She was in a dressing room at the church, tears dripping from her eyes as she saw herself in the mirror. A sound caught her attention and it was a man in a mask. She panicked a bit as he went digging through her things, finding few things as her family was so poor. He looked at her and jumped on top of her. She tried to fight him off as he ripped at her white gown to see her soft bosoms, he was successful. He smiled at her and she knew it was the thief, so she stopped fighting as he sucked on her nipples. He cut the string of her bloomers and slid them off of her. She spread her legs for him as he undid his belt and looked at the woman in white. His manhood jumped out and he rubbed it against her, slowly pushing it in to her, feeling the resistance of her maidenhead. Feeling the elasticity of it until he pushed in with a huge thrust, some blood fell from her opening and onto her white dress. Once they were done, He got dressed and left the church. She ran crying down the isle, her hands covering her body, but the blood gave it away that she wasn't pure and the wedding was called off." "So rape, was what caused you to masturbate last night?" "You would have had to read the whole story to know that it was love, he did it so that she could keep her honor and that the wedding would be called off. But the thought of being that woman, or being a fly on the wall for that moment was what did it for me." "Well, I wish my fantasies were exciting like that, but my problem is that my fantasies aren't tangible." "What do you mean?" "Well, I like to think about a man that I have only seen, never talked to or touched and then I try to imagine what kind of man he would be to me, what he'd do, how his hands would feel. I'm just left alone as my mind tries to grasp at these things, it takes me so much out of the moment and I feel like I'm just alone touching myself." "We're all alone touching ourselves, that's the honest fact. But I feel the love these characters have and I love being a part of that or a witness to that moment when they come together. When I think about being with a woman, it's a woman I feel that loves me and I her, and she just wants to make love to me the way a man would a woman, but since she's a woman she has to use her hands." "The fantasy I had today was with a woman I feel loves me and that I love." They turned off the lantern light and faced the wall to go to sleep. Both girls couldn't sleep that well with the big day they just had, they had overcome their fear of how others view their bodies and they even discussed sexual things with each other and it seemed so natural to them. Like a conversation they imagined having for months finally unfolding, maybe older women didn't have conversations like this with friends, but they were both teenagers and their teenagers had those kinds of thoughts and feelings brewing in them, it was good to finally talk about it instead of keeping it a secret. Amber was thinking about Elise's arms wrapped around her, feeling her small breasts on her smooth back, Elise's plump lips kissing the back of her neck. Her legs touching hers, and Elise's pubes against Amber's round ass. She thought about Elise's left hand traveling up her belly and feeling her bra covered breast. Amber's hand duplicated the actions of the Elise in her fantasy. "You know Babe, you don't need to sleep with these things on, I find your whole body beautiful." Her fantasy Elise whispered. "Mmmmmmmm, I'm so glad you do." She whispered back. Amber sat up in her sleeping bag and reached around her back. "Amber, what are you doing?" Elise asked. "I just wanted to take off my bra." Elise turned on the light, "I've never known you to sleep with out one on, you said it hurt your back when you did." Amber rubbed her eyes as they adjusted to the light. "I just want to try and sleep like you do." "Well, I don't get back pain." "I don't see why I should have to explain my actions to you." "Just curious, you know given our last conversation that you might be touching." "What if I was?" "I'd join you." Amber was appalled. Her jaw hung open as Elise said those words. "Elise, that would be weird." "What's weird about it, I do it, my mom does it and I believe my sister probably does it too. Why wouldn't we follow our urges and just happen to be in the same tent." "I don't mind if you do it, and that probably most women do, but knowing that you're doing it right next to me, might throw me off or take me out of the mood." "Well, pretend I'm not here and by the time we're both into it, we might not even care." "Okay," Amber sighed, "I'll try." She reached up and undid her bra to remove it, she pulled one arm inside her shirt and then removed the cups from her breasts, they dropped a little with the restraint gone, and then off of her other arm. She rested her red head down on the pillow and laid on her back and closed her eyes and went back to her fantasy of the woman she loved. She really did love Elise and trusts her a lot. If Elise was a man, Amber would have loved to date him. She ran her right hand up her shirt and felt her soft round breast, her index finger flicking over her pink erect nipple, a moan escapes her. Her left hand traveled down into her sleeping bag and she rubbed over her mound. "Mmmmm, Amber, unzip your bag so you can get your hand between your thighs." Elise requested. Amber stopped. "I don't want to penetrate myself, I want my husband to see I'm pure, I just need to rub my clitoris to orgasm." "The maidenhead, really Amber," Elise said. "That's just an old fashioned thing to tell purity. I know there are many women who lost theirs just by using tampons or working out and stretching. I bet that if you did use your fingers to enter yourself you'd find you lost yours too." "Well, I'm not, just to be safe you know." "Did I spoil it?" "Yeah, it's ok though." Amber took off her shirt allowing her friend to see her breasts. "Amber, your breasts are so perfect." "I like them too." She said looking down at them. Elise sat up in bed and pulled her tank top off over her head, exposing her torso. "What do you think of my breasts?" Amber had seen them before in the fog of the shower room, but seeing them here in the bright tent she liked them even more. "I love your breasts Elise." Elise looked down at her dark brown nipples and pinched and pulled at them, making them grow to match Amber's erect nips. Elise unzipped her sleeping bag and her leg stuck out of the side. She laid back down and kept running her fingers over her erect nipples, her mouth opened as she began to breathe deeper. She lifted the top of her sleeping bag up so that Amber could see her bare stomach and her panties, and smooth leg. Elise moved her right hand down from her breast and down to her bare belly. Amber watched as Elise's hand traveled down, she watched her dark skinned chest rise and fall as she became more aroused at her own touch. She wished her hands were touching Elise the same way, she wanted her to bring this lovely woman to an orgasm, but she didn't want to frighten her by touching her or even looking at her for too long. Amber laid back down to take care of her own arousal. Amber ran her hands over the curve of her breasts feeling them flick over her erect pink nipples. She watched as Elise rubbed over her crotch, the scent of her arousal slowly began to fill the tent, Amber could smell it when her deep breathes took on more of the surrounding air. She has never smelled another woman's arousal besides her own and that was only when she got curious and tasted her fingers after playing with her pussy. Amber felt down around her belly, it felt so sensitive to her touch as she got closer to her sex. Elise reached down and pulled her panties to the side, allowing her puffy lips to feel the summer air. She softly stroked them and felt the wetness build up in them before reaching down and pulling out her plastic toy. She turned it on and then lowered her left hand to move her panties back to the side and her right hand slid the toy into her. Her hips rose off the ground and a loud moan escaped her small body. Amber slid her hand into her panties and played with her red curly pubic hair, moaning as she was arousing her slit. She parted her legs as much as she could in the sleeping bag and moved her index finger over her erect clit. She pressed it against her self and rubbed it around in circles, listening to the rhythmic buzzing radiating from between Elise's thighs. "Oh, Amber, I'm gonna orgasm." Elise cried out as she felt her pussy begin to pulsate around the invading toy. "Oh, don't stop Elise, I wanna hear you, I want to know that you're enjoying yourself just as much as I am." Both girls continued to play with one of their nipples while pleasing their pussies. Amber watched Elise as her climax came over her. Watching as her small form writhed around on her sleeping bag. Her hips thrusting against the summer air. Her hand left her tit to attend to other sensitive areas like her firm shoulder and flat belly as she came down from her orgasm. Elise kept moving the toy in and out between her engorged lips as she watched Amber. Amber's hand worked and rubbed around her puffy lips, going fast sometimes, and slow at others. Her hand explored the whole globe of her breast. Amber's legs were fighting the restraint of the bag as they wanted to get more of her hand to touch her delicate folds. Elise like watching Amber's legs thrash around as she knew her friend was going to cum soon. Amber felt her toes flexing curling in and out inside the bag.. Wetness building up and trickling from her aroused opening, down the crack of her ass to the cotton panties bellow. Amber made no announcement of it, it just came over her as her body shook, stuttered moans came out of her mouth as her body started to relax from the orgasm. "Oh, Amber, that was beautiful, I never witnessed another woman climax." "Yours was an art form, Elise you have such a nicely contoured body I hope that some lucky man gets to enjoy it as much as you do." "I hope the same thing for you Amber." Said Elise as she pulled the shining toy out from her loins. Amber put her bra back on and put her shirt back on over that before turning towards the wall to sleep. Elise didn't care, she loved the feeling of the warm air on her sensitive sweat covered skin, especially over her sensitive breasts. She turned off the light and both young women fell asleep in pure bliss. The rising sun's light hit their tent Elise woke up and put her bra back on as well as her t-shirt. Amber awoke, but the two of them never said a word to each other as they got up and dressed for their breakfast. When they got to the mess hall, part of them wanted to be together, another part just wanted to be at another table. "Girls, over here." called Connie. They sat down at the table together after all, but mostly concentrated on eating. "What's wrong you two, have a fight?" "Not really." Said Elise. "But you two are acting so different. I'd hate to see something like this so late in the week and I thought you were so close to achieving a great understanding of why this place is so great to us women. You two should go on a hike today, just spend some time with one another. I'm sure you're going to find out what's causing this rift between you two." "You think we can do that Amber?" Elise asked. "I don't see why not, I think what we really need is some time alone and just talk things through." Connie smiled, and as the two girls finish breakfast they get up and hug before cleaning their place at the table and walking out together. They got to their tent and put on some tennis shoes in order to begin their hike up the hill to the top. They walked by the shore line of the lake and saw as some women were swimming and tanning. They said "hello" to them, but they mostly just wanted to get out of earshot of the other campers. Once they were into another part of the surrounding trees and saw no one around, Amber decided to speak. "Last night was weird." "What was weird about it?" Elise asked. "Being topless with you and us watching each other as we pleasured each other." "I liked it, seeing you're belly and beautiful breasts really made my experience better than just some weird fantasy that I've never experienced myself. I'm sorry you don't agree with me, but that's just how I feel." "Well, I thought you were beautiful too last night, but I don't like women like that." "I'm not expecting you to, at home I hear my mom pleasuring herself through our paper thin walls, I just see it as a thing women do to release their desires, to give in to their urges. We don't need a man to do this for us, and we're better for it. No diseases, no abandonment issues, no baby or baby scares. We get what we want and go to sleep. With you there by my side was no different to me than if we did it in our separate rooms, but seeing you assured me that what I was doing was normal and I hoped that seeing me did something like that for you to." "I hoped that it was normal, I never knew anyone did it, it's just not something we talk about. But seeing you two nights ago let me know that I wasn't alone, at least one other person knew of this pleasurable existence." "I have a confession." Thousands of things went through Amber's mind as she heard her friend say those words. But she wasn't prepared for what she said. "I'm curious about how your body feels." "What do you mean?" "I thought about it a lot when I first started to think about another woman, you've always seemed so soft and warm to me, and then I started to think about how you'd look naked and feel next to me, like a big loving pillow. How soft you'd feel if I touched your butt or breasts. I'm sorry if my being honest is pushing you away, but I feel that if I don't say it now, I'll never say it at all. With college coming up maybe we'll never see each other again and you won't know that I think we could have something special." "Elise, I'm not a lesbian. Just because I never really had a boyfriend it's only because they chased girls that just wanted sex, or were too popular to date me, or went after girls that they could never obtain." Elise walked in front of her friend and looked her in the eyes. "You are a special woman, you have a lot of love to give to a special man, I wish I could be lucky enough to receive that love." "Elise, you're not a lesbian either." "I'm coming to terms with the fact that I might be. When I first started to fantasize, it was men all the time, but then I started to think about women and I felt the love that a woman could offer. I man has never shown me love and my mind couldn't think of what a man's love would feel like, what his hands would feel like on my hands, shoulders, feet. So how am I supposed to know what a man's hands feel like on my more private parts. I know how my hand, a woman's hand feels and it just feels right." "Maybe when you find that right guy, things will feel different." "You think about women too, so what are you." "I'm curious about women, how soft they would feel and you know just being a friend helping another friend release their sexual frustrations, with really no strings attached because they are both women." "But what if there were feelings involved, like my love for you?" "I wish you'd stop saying that." "What?" "'Love', we're friends, nothing more." "Friends can't love each other?" "Yes they can, and I love you as a friend." Elise continued walking a head of Amber. She was mad at herself for being so honest with her friend and not getting the answer she expected or dreamed about. She kept her head facing forward as she asked her next question. "Have you ever fantasized about me?" Elise asked the girl behind her. Amber didn't know what to say, but as her friend was just being so honest with her she decided to be honest back. "Yes, I have." Elise stopped in her tracks, and turned around. "How was it?" "It was good, just two good friends helping each other explore, and you have been more tangible than any guy so it was very easy to see in my mind as I touched myself." "I hope you don't mind me saying that I wish that could be a reality. I could be a good lover to you, if you'd let me and I don't see anything wrong with a little female exploration, it's the only way we'll learn how to be good lovers for the men in our lives because we don't have to deal with the lying, just to get in our pants or just the one night stands. Amber, I'm here for you, always have always will and I can tell you that and I mean that. I think I've already proven it to you." "You have Elise, just let me think about what we've just shared a bit, ok." They continued their hike in silence, all the way to the top of the rock covered hills. They could see the lake and the small dots that were women swimming around in it. The girls took in the view as they sat on a rock. Amber reached over and took Elise's hand in hers. Elise looked at her in surprise, as Amber closed her eyes and slowly moved her head towards Elise and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She slowly pulled back. "You do have soft lips, just as I thought you would." "You do too." Elise moved in and kissed her lips longer than Amber had done before. She felt Ambers breath on her dark skinned cheek, and she knew Amber felt hers. This was so much more than any fantasy could have given them. Elise repositioned her mouth around Amber's. She felt the passion from the kiss start at her lips and send tremors though her whole body. She moved her left hand to touch Amber's shoulder and work down her arm. Amber parted her lips to touch her tongue to her friend's mouth, and she felt as Elise's curious tongue made the same movement. Her mouth was so soft, and tasted so cool. As she felt her friend touch her arm, she felt more connected to her and felt that love that she had to show. Her breathing deepened as she started to become aroused by the kiss, but for now all they had was this long deep passionate kiss. She moved her hand to behind Elise's head and ran her fingers though her dark curly hair, it felt so different in comparison to her own. Retreat and Surrender Amber pulled back and she started to catch her breath. "Was that your first kiss?" "Yes." Elise answered, "It was everything I thought it would be and more. Was it yours?" "No, I kissed a boy after a dance one night, it was nice, but this was better." "How so?" "There was feelings, passion, love, and it was all in that kiss. The time before was just curiosity and lust." Elise was happy that her first kiss had nothing to do with lust, but did it have something to do with curiosity? She had to know. "What made you come around?" "I thought about what you said, and I started thinking that I'm a teenager just like you with hormones raging. I have sexual thoughts and urges and I want to explore these things, and if I can't explore them with you, who can I explore them with." Elise smiled at hearing that. The two girls got up from the rock and started to head down the hill for some lunch. As they passed the beach Connie saw them hand in hand. "I knew that little hike would do you two some good." She said. They just smiled at each other and giggled. They knew more had happened than Connie would ever realize. At lunch instead of sitting next to one another they sat across from one another, sharing a smile, a laugh, a gaze. To both of them it felt more like a date than just lunch with a friend. But it wasn't like a first date, but a date that a couple that have been dating for months or years would experience, not a lot of questions just a lot of understanding about what the other was thinking or feeling. They went back to their tent after lunch and laid down on their sleeping bags. Elise moved hers next to Amber's so that they could just lay there and cuddle in the after noon. "I love you Amber." Elise said before planting a kiss on the back of Amber's neck. "I love you too Elise." The dark skinned girl put her arm over Amber and pulled her body closer to the redhead's. They just laid there completely happy with their relationship and took a nice long afternoon nap next to the person that they loved. There was a tapping on their tent that awoke them. "Girls, you coming to eat dinner?" Connie asked. The girls would have much rather stayed inside the tent and enjoyed being alone, but they knew that they'd be hungry eventually and there might not be food later. They both got up and out of the tent, and walked with Connie to the mess hall. They all sat down to enjoy their dinner. "How was your hike?" Connie asked. "It was magical, such a great view." Amber said. "That hike defiantly made our friendship stronger, thanks for your suggestion." Amber and Elise giggled at one another and went back to eating their dinner. After dinner it was to the campfire, Most of the women talked about lessons they learned to make better relationships with their significant others, while others it was more of the same, this time Amber thought it was her time to make a speech about what she learned today. "Today I learned how far a friend will go for another friend, how deep a friendship can get, and how a friendship can become sisterhood. I want to thank you for being an inspiration to my friend and I and guiding us closer together, I'm sure she and I will make this a yearly event." The crowd applauded that two young women would find such a close friendship here at the retreat. Some of them knew about Amber and Elise's friendship by seeing them together at church, but other's didn't, but they still found it so uplifting that this get together would cause such a change for them. They all walked to their tents and Amber and Elise entered theirs. They laid on top of their sleeping bags, which were still side by side, and kicked off their flip flops. Elise was the first to remove her shorts, and Amber followed her lead. They both slipped into their sleeping bags, and Elise removed her bra. They both laid down and looked at each other, before giving a soft kiss good night. Amber was about to turn out the light when Elise asked her something. "Do you ever think about being a woman in older civilizations?" "No, why?" "Just imagining the freedom they had to just be one with nature and in many cultures they wear much less than we do. I was just thinking how much I'd love to go running out there in the woods in nothing but my birthday suit. I was wondering if you'd join me." "I don't know Elise, what if people see us." "We'll walk out there just like we are now, and once we get to the showers we'll undress and run through the woods." Amber's face looked full of thoughts, she's only been naked in the shower and that was always alone, but this could help her discover more about herself and her sexuality and to be that free with someone she loved as much as Elise. "Come on Amber, when will we get the chance to do this again?" "Ok, I'll join you." Elise jumped up and opened the tent, Amber slowly following her. They walked hand in hand down to the showers, no one was there as it was so late. Elise threw off her white tank top and put it on the bench. Amber pulled her t-shirt up over her feeling the fabric go over her round belly. Amber reached behind her and removed her bra, her large breast falling down as the restraint was removed. The two girls took in their friend's topless bodies, Elise gazing at Amber's tits she slowly pulled off her panties. Amber saw Elise naked before, but this time Elise made a show of it. She ran her hands down her shoulders to her breasts, down her stomach, to her hips and thighs. She then tuned around to show Amber her ass. Amber saw her friend as the true work of art she was, how her curves were smaller and feminine she became scared about getting naked now more than she ever was before. Elise turned around to see her friend still standing there as if frozen. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I can't do it, you're beautiful and I'm not, I just don't have it in me to have you look at me." "I love you Amber, I don't care if you looked thinner or not. I know you're a full figured girl and I want to see you naked, please share yourself, you're whole self with me." Amber teared up a bit, as she placed her hands on her cotton panties and slid them down her hips and milky white thighs. She stepped out of them and put them with her clothes and Elise put her panties with hers. Amber turned around allowing her friend to see all sides of her. "Amber, you're beautiful." Elise said as Amber turned to face her. Amber smiled before running out into the world, naked as the day she was born, with her best friend following behind her. Elise watched Amber's ass as it moved around in front of her. She wanted to go up behind her and feel her ass pressing against her hips, imagining her pubic hair against that soft smooth flesh aroused her. Amber just enjoyed being this free, feeling her breasts, belly, ass, thighs shake with her movements. Knowing that Elise was behind her running naked in the woods like she was made her feel accepted, she turned to run towards the lake. Amber stopped at the shore of the lake, the moon light reflecting off her skin and red hair. She saw Elise as she started to be illuminated by the moon as well. Elise walked towards Amber and looked her in the eyes as their bodies touched. They kissed. Amber's hands exploring Elise's back, Elise's hands caressing up and down the back of her best friend. She felt the flesh on flesh contact, of Her breasts and belly against Elise's. She felt as Elise's hands reached down, and caressed over her rounded ass. This didn't feel like an intrusion to her, it just felt so right, so natural. Tingles rippled through her body as someone else's hands explored her, she felt turned on, she wanted more of Elise's touch, but she wanted to wait till the moment was right. She broke the kiss and ran off into the cool lake water. Elise chased after her, and she loved the feeling of the water touching her naked body, feeling the water against her sensitive areas felt magical. She watched as Amber's body disappeared into the darkness of the water, her shoulders and head were all that she saw glow in the moonlight. Her red hair seemed darker in areas where the water was soaked in. She watched as Amber turned towards her, with both of them looking like heads and shoulders floating in the water as they treaded water. "How do you feel Elise?" Amber asked. "I feel wonderful, here skinny dipping with you." Elise hoped that this wouldn't become another weight thing and send Amber back to her clothes. "I feel like a mermaid, water touching my breasts and belly as I swim so freely. Here in this moonlit lake, with my best friend, I truly feel freedom and love, and that there is a new day for us out on the horizon." "But mermaids have fins, we just have our legs. But other than that I get what you mean." The two girls smiled at one another, Elise still wanting more of Amber from their naked kiss swam a bit closer. Amber swam away partially as a tease and partially out of fear of what would happen if she continued to listen to her body's lustful desires. Elise swam after her, when they were able to walk they chased each other to the shore. Water dripping off of each other's bodies into the water bellow, the moon light reflecting off of the beads of water still clinging to their flesh. As soon as Amber could she laid down on the beach, her breasts rolled to her side. Her wet hair stuck in places and spread across the sand. The sand didn't feel comfortable on her back, but as she had no towel she thought that this would be the most comfortable way to dry off. As Elise joined her on the beach she caught a glimpse of the red bush surrounding her friend's pussy. It was dark because it was wet from the lake, but the moon light behind her seemed to make it glow a bit brighter. Elise joined her and took Amber's left hand into her right hand. "That was fun." She said while catching her breath. "Yeah, but my legs are so sore." "You want me to rub them?" "No, just let me catch my breath, I'm sure I'll be able to get up in a bit." Elise watched as her friend's chest rose and fell with each passing breath, seeing the water move across her round breast. She wanted to reach out and touch them trace along the path of the water with her finger or her tongue. She closed her eyes and touched her left breast with her matching hand, her breathing deepened a bit as she became more excited at the contact. She pulled and pinched her rising nipple sending tremors through her body. She shivered a bit as she pleasured her body. She reached over and did the same thing to her other breast. Amber watched her from the corner of her eye. "What are you doing?" "I'm just following my instincts, I'm excited I want to feel pleasure." "I was excited from the kiss, believe me I want to masturbate too." "Gosh that would feel so liberating and free to just masturbate out here in the open, not a care in the world just two women who want an orgasm." They parted hands and began exploring their bodies. Amber ran her right hand down her neck, over the curve of her right breast and over her belly feeling her skin get more sensitive to the touch. She moved both her hands up from her hips to her breasts lifting them a and feeling over their full roundness. She was getting more turned on than she's ever made herself before. Elise watched her friend's hands as they flowed up and down her curvy body. With her right hand pleasuring her right breast she reached down with her left hand and began stroking her dark pubic hair. She felt her pussy dampen as she continued to turn herself on by watching Amber's breathing deepen and her mouth open to let her breathy moans to escape her lungs. "Oh God Amber, you're turning me on so much." She said. "Mmmmm." Amber replied as she turned to watch Elise. "Elise, I love you I want to see you have a climax." "Me too my love." Elise threw her right leg up over Amber's left as she rubbed and massaged her puffy dark lips with her left hand. The skin on skin connection that Amber felt brought her to a small orgasm, she wanted more. She spread her legs in the sand, and began to rub her moistening pussy. She reached in between her cleft and felt her erect clit. She reached down with her other hand and spread her engorged lips to push her little pink clit out more, to send her body into further bliss. Elise stuck two fingers inside her wet hole. She slid them in and out imagining that Amber would do that for her. Using her right hand she tweaked and pulled at her left tit. The sounds of her pussy sliding over her invading fingers radiated between her thighs moans of pleasure filled the air as both girls were pleasuring themselves. Elise's leg twitched against Ambers as she started her orgasm. Her body shook against the sand, and the scent of pine entered her heavily breathing nose. She closed her eyes as her body lost control. Amber felt her friend's change and she too began to have an orgasm, her body shook and writhed against the sand. She felt as Elise removed her leg from her own. Then she felt something she never expect to feel as she was coming close to a climax, Elise giving her a long kiss. Amber's body reacted to the kiss by sliding her tongue into her friend's mouth moaning loudly into her friend, screaming a bit as her body began to tense and release in her sweet beautiful orgasm. Feeling the warmth of her friend's naked body pressed against her own, kissing deeply into one another became just too much for the young girl, as her hips rose from the sand in one big thrust before crashing back down into the sand. "That was the best orgasm I ever had." Amber said once Elise removed her mouth from hers. "Me too, I loved feeling your skin on mine, even if it was just my leg on yours. It was just a new experience and I think it has brought us closer together." "I agree, this has been a great week with you Elise, I hope that it continues even as we head to college." Elise thought about it, it made her sad to know that maybe they'd see each other once a week at church and would no longer be able to carry on sexually experimenting with one another. But her friend did want to continue so who knows maybe they'll go as far as two girls can go sexually. She smiled, "I want that too." The heat off their bodies helped dry off the water and they tried their best to get the sand off of their naked bodies before heading back up to the showers to dress. They no longer ran through the woods, but walked closely together this time there was no guilt, they were fine with what had just taken place at the lake shore. They both smiled at one another and giggled. They got to the showers and dressed back up. "So, how do you feel?" Elise asked. "I feel great, that orgasm was earth shattering." "I'm glad to hear it, I enjoyed it too." "I know, I heard you." "I really am glad that it didn't bother you, sharing that side of yourself with me." "Well, I like masturbating, and feeling someone else do it near me, touching me, just made it more enjoyable. I trust you, you're my friend and I love you, and love exploring my sexuality with you." "Me too." They kissed again before heading back out to their tent to sleep. They cuddled again side by side, Amber feeling Elise's sleeping breath on her neck before falling asleep in the young lady's arms. "Girls get up, it's our last whole day here." Connie called from outside the tent. Elise got up and took off her tank top to place her bra back on. Amber started putting on her khaki shorts as soon as she got out of her sleeping bag. Elise put on her jean shorts and they slipped their shoes on around the same time. They met Connie outside the tent and they walked together to the mess hall for their last whole day breakfast. "You two girls seemed to have grown up a lot in the past few days. I hope to see you continue on Sunday. " "I'm sure it will." said Elise as she stroked Amber's leg with her own under the table. "Yeah, Elise and I are a couple of really close friends now, closer than I ever thought we'd be able to be." The two laughed and shared there inside joke about the past couple of days with one another as the older woman looked on and wondered what was really going on. After breakfast they put their dishes up on the counter and walked away towards the tent to discuss that day's activities. "What are you two doing today?" Connie asked. "I think we'll just talk today, we did that yesterday and it was amazing." Elise answered. "Yeah, and my legs are killing me from the hike, and the night swim last night." Amber added. "Oh, you went for a night swim, how was that?" "Refreshing, I really felt closer to God last night." Amber said. "Well, I'm going to have to try that out sometime." Connie said. "Well, I guess I'll have to let you get to your girl talk" She walked to her tent and went inside. The girls got into their tent and sat down on their sleeping bags, they looked at one another, not because they didn't know what to say about their relationship, but because they were waiting for the other one to talk first. "What do you imagine your first time being like?" Elise asked. Amber quickly batted her eyes, surprised that her friend asked her a question that she never really thought about before. "I don't know, I never really saw myself as a 'bed of roses' type, I've thought about marriage night, I've thought about when my future boyfriend proposes, as I've gotten older I think that waiting for 'the one' is going to make me an old maid. But I was never going to settle for some drunk at a party, or one night stand. I do believe I'm too special for that." "I too have been all over the place, I've imagined giving myself up to my future husband, fiancé, boyfriend. I've thought about being taken by a handsome man like the women in my books. I've even thought about you." "Me?" Elise was looking down at herself unable to bring herself to make eye contact with the beautiful young woman before her. "Uh-uh." "But I'm a girl, I can't do the things that men can do. I'm thinking about you being the first person to touch me in a sexual way, but not my first lover. I know it seems weird, but it's how I feel about the definitions of the term." "I'm not even aware of what a lesbian does with another, I'm sure we just do what we do to ourselves, just to one another, and I want to do that with you, I want to feel you and taste you the way that a man would, only I'll have to use my fingers as I don't have a penis." Elise had a thing for stating the obvious. Amber laughed a bit at what she just said. "I want to do that too, but I wouldn't call it sex." "If a man did it to you would you call it sex?" "No, I'd call it foreplay." "So the best I can give you is foreplay." "If I did it to you, would you call it sex?" "Yes, because that's what our relationship has for sex." "We're friends, not girlfriends. We're just helping one another out with our sexual curiosity without getting some guy involved." "So if we don't have sex we're still going to have that curiosity, and going to need a guy to love us forever or for 45 minutes depending on how we feel at the time. I can tell you this right now Amber I'm going to love you for as long as you let me. I can get you to orgasm and I know you can get me to orgasm too and we don't need to worry about that short term love or condoms breaking. I hope that someday you'll call what I want to do to you sex until we find out more about what girls can do with other girls." Amber had tears in her eyes, she couldn't believe the heartfelt speech her friend just made to her. She loved Elise, and if she could have sex with her she would in a heartbeat because she knew it was that forever love that every girl dreams of, just with another woman. If all that Elise could offer her for sex was her fingers in her pussy and her mouth around her tit, she could be fine with that as sex because of the love that went into her effort. Retreat and Surrender "Elise, I wouldn't call anything we can do together sexually sex. At best I'd call it making love." The girls stood up and hugged one another and kissed. This week was going well for the both of them, better than they would have thought when they first boarded that bus almost a week ago. Their hands caressed over the backside of one another as they kissed. When they heard a rapping on their tent. "Lunch time ladies." Connie called out. They broke their embrace, and laughed at how into their kissing they really were and part of them even wondered if Connie knew what was happening on their side of the tent. Lunch passed and the girls couldn't wait to be alone, they just didn't like keeping their hands off of one another and were afraid of what their Christian sisters would say about their relationship. They felt like it was natural and maybe some of the things they were told were wrong were just restraining them from a very fulfilling relationship. After lunch they spent time with some of the other ladies around the table at the campsite. They didn't want to discuss God too much as that would probably wait for the campfire. So Connie started the conversation. "I can't wait to get home to my husband." She said. The other women seemed to nod in agreement. "Why, I think Amber and I could stay out here forever." Elise said. "That's fine and good for you single girls, but us married women have a partner and someone that really completes us and loves us. My husband is a strong man and he has taken care of me and our children for years. I want to be able to show him that love he deserves and being away from him for so long makes showing that love difficult." "How do you show love, isn't it a feeling?" Amber asked. "By doing nice things for one another, it's a touch, a caress. I feel that I can pass my feelings for him through my contact with him so he feels my love for him, a connection from heart to heart. He knows I love him, and I love him as well. Someday you girls will find a love that deep." What Connie didn't realize is that they feel they have already found a love that deep with one another. They wish they could flaunt it in front of every one, but they knew that these Christian women would be against their same sex relationship and some of the older ones would not like it for being inter-racial. The taboo of their relationship was something that excited them, that it would always have to be a secret as long as they lived at home and to church as well. But mostly they were together for love and that was something they were sure every woman and man would understand, it's just that their love was unfamiliar to them or viewed as a sin. The ladies continued to discuss the importance of a man in their lives and hoped that the girls would see the need to find a mate and make a family before they became too old. It seemed to be the nature of those that grew up in the church. The girls didn't seem to get it, they found a person that would lift them up when they were feeling down, someone who would help them in any difficult task that laid ahead. This person would make them feel loved and they would share everything with this person. This person sounded very much like the loves that these women had back home, but to Amber and Elise this person was a woman. They all went to dinner together and enjoyed their last dinner as a sisterhood and everyone seemed to be laughing and telling stories of retreats past. Amber and Elise sat there lost in each other's eyes as if having a fancy dinner by candle light, their bare legs rubbing against one another, a slight layer of stubble on both of their legs, but they wanted to make sure that they were clean and shaved before their last night here. After dinner it was a campfire where the girls decided not to talk because they were worried that it would begin some soul saving mission if they accidentally said too much. They sang songs and Amber and Elise held hands hoping that the darkness would hide their connection. They truly are a great Christian couple, they both prayed and knew their bible, and they were in love. This week they found the love of their lifetime was right in front of them and now as they walked back to their tent for their last night together it was bittersweet. They grabbed their towels and their shave cream and razors before heading down to the showers. "So, this is our last night in the tent." Elise said. "Yep, and I want to spend as much time with you there in the morning as I can so that's why I'm washing this week off of me tonight." Elise smiled knowing that her friend just wanted to cuddle as long as possible. She wished it could be flesh to flesh, but she knew that Amber would never remove her bra to sleep. She thought about Amber wearing just her bra and she being completely naked laying there side by side holding each other like lovers until they were awaken because it was time to go. Elise knew that if that time arose that she would never want to let her friend go, she'd want to lay there with her until the end of time. When they got to the showers they heard a couple of women already in there so they undressed as quickly as they could not wanting to get caught teasing one another. They got in the shower and shaved the stubble off of their pits and legs. They listened to the other women to leave the showers before stepping out themselves. Amber was surprised to see that Elise's pubic hair was bare except for little bits sticking out from near her crotch. Amber wasn't able to get a good shave like that, but appreciated that Elise would do that so at least she could look at her friend's pussy better. "Oh wow Elise, I hope that you let me have a better view of your vagina later, I really want to take a look at what you've done." "I'm glad you like it, I thought since I was able to do it, you might like the look of it." "I think I will." She purred as the two girls came together for a long passionate kiss. Their wet bodies coming together soft smooth skin to skin as the two girls grabbed their friend's ass and massaged it in their bare hands. They were glad to have this moment alone, but they did need to dry off and get back to their tent for their last night of sharing the tent together. "Amber, I have a question to ask you." "Anything." "I want you to undress me tonight, it's been my dream that my first lover would slowly undress me to show me that he wants to see me naked. I mean she." The two girls laughed about this idea of now having the idea open that their first lover was going to be a female. "I would love to undress you Elise, how far would you like to go." "I want to be bare, I want to be fully naked with you by my side, and I know that you can't be fully naked with me, but I hope that you'll let me undress you so that you're just in your bra." "I never thought about it, but I'd love for someone to undress me. I'm so glad that it's going to be your soft delicate hands removing my clothing tonight." They were already turned on by the time they got to their tent. Amber unzipped the tent and allowed Elise in first. Amber followed her in and zipped it back up. "I want to see as much of you as I can while I undress you." Elise said. "I want that too, but with the lantern light on they will see our silhouettes." "But the other night when we masturbated together the light was on." "But it was later than this. I just don't want to get caught." "I don't either, but if they are watching our tent then they would be watching us undress for bed anyway and what would make them any different that you and I?" Amber walked toward Elise and put her hands on her white tank top hem and slowly pulled it up revealing her dark skinned tummy and then her white bra covered tits before throwing the garment on the floor. Amber followed her instincts and dropped to her knees kissing Elise's exposed skin. "Oh god Amber, that feels so good." Elise said as she felt Amber's lips on her sensitive body and her breath around her belly button. Ambers hands went to work on unbuttoning Elise's shorts. Elise parted her legs a bit to allow the shorts to fall down. Amber pulled her head back from Elise's belly to watch as the shorts unveiled her panties. Amber placed her hands on Elise's exposed thighs and watched as her pale skin caressed her friend's dark thighs all the way down to her knees. Elise let out a moan as her friends hands touched her in such a delicate and loving manner. Amber's lips found Elise's stomach again and kissed around going up to the bottom of her bra. She stood up a little and kissed the top of her friend's exposed small breasts. She then moved up to her neck and finally up to her friend's soft lips. They kissed as Amber's hands reached around Elise's back and undid her bra. She stood back and watched as her friend's tits were exposed. She saw that her dark brown nipples were erect. Amber's mouth found them and sucked on them with an animal instinct type lust. She tasted her friend's sensitive nip on her tongue as she played with the other one with her thumb and forefinger. Elise was moaning louder and her breathing became deeper as her head tilted back to draw in more breath. "Oh god Amber finger me, I'm so excited for your touch, please make me reach my first climax caused by another's hand." Amber pulled back from Elise's excited body. "I'm sorry, I don't think we can do this yet, I don't know what came over me, but I'm sorry." Elise held her friend, "It's ok, I've never felt like that before and if you don't want to make love to me tonight that's fine, if you don't want to touch me like that, that's fine too. I'm glad you did, I'm glad I know how it would feel like to have my breasts sucked on and my tummy kissed. I thank you for following your instincts and I don't mind you stopping now." "I have no regrets for doing what I did, but I'm sorry that it made you want more. I'm not ready for more, even though I'm very excited by what I did do." "So, should I take my panties off on my own, or keep them on?" Amber regained her composure, "I'll remove them, if you'll undress me too." "I'd be honored." Amber got to her knees and placed her hands on her friend's hips, she hooked her fingers inside the white cotton panties and slowly pulled them down her friend's rounded hips. Down her smooth dark thighs and calves until they sat on the floor at her bare feet. The scent of Elise's arousal got to Amber, she wanted to stick her face in between her friend's thighs and breath it in as she fingered her friend's hole, but she knew that she wasn't ready to be anyone's first lover, especially Elise's. Amber stood up using her naked friend for support. Elise walked toward her and placed her hands on the hem of Amber's t-shirt. She slowly raised it up her friend's rounded pale belly and over her curvy bra covered tits. She dropped to her knees and kissed around her friend's belly, licking around her belly button and a little bit inside that little bowl too. She kissed around the waistline of the shorts before slowly inching them down over her Amber's wide hips and her round soft thighs, down her calves till her beautiful bare feet. Elise's mouth couldn't stop kissing around Amber's exposed thighs, knees and calves. Amber's wetness was slightly showing through the cotton panties and the scent filling Elise's nose. Elise ran her hands over Amber's excited flesh to hook her fingers into the waistband of Amber's panties. She pulled her head back from Amber's body to watch the tuft of red pubic hair slightly appear between her thighs, but was partially covered by her friend's belly. "Elise, that was amazing." Amber said as she helped her friend to her feet. "You know with this being our last night, I'm glad we're ending it here, so much of my sexual curiosity has been relieved." Elise said as she rubbed up and down Amber's thick arms. "Me too, I hope that when we get home we can make love to one another, but right now I just feel that I won't be good enough for you." "You were fine earlier, you were just following your instinct as was I, and I could smell your arousal." "Really, I tried so hard to hide it by biting my lip, I really didn't want you to know that I liked it so that we could just go to sleep." "Is that what you want to do, just go to sleep?" "Well, maybe masturbate and then fall asleep." "Why don't you let me do it to you?" "I am worried that I won't like it and it'll ruin our friendship." Elise realized that Amber had a point. She knew her fingers could bring her to an orgasm, but would they do the same for Amber? What would happen if they didn't like their same sex relationship if they find out that they didn't like being touched that way by the other. She knew that it wasn't going to be anything serious even if they both liked it, it would be something for them to do when they were both single and wanted to have sex with someone who really cares about them. "We won't know unless we try, if we're horrible at pleasing one another there's no way we're going to get better without a teacher, and I don't want to be with another woman that's not you in order to get that education. If I'm doing something wrong, please tell me, and I'll be sure to tell you too. I don't want to force you into this relationship with me, but please think about it." Amber appeared to be thinking it over. "I'll sleep on it, and come Sunday at church I'll let you know for sure if I want to follow this as far as we can." Amber laid down and slid her half naked body into her sleeping bag, keeping her round soft ass towards Elise. Elise slid into her sleeping bag and placed her body as close as she could to Amber's and turned off the lantern. She placed her left arm on top of her soft belly and slept side by side, skin to skin as much as these two ladies could. Elise awoke and saw Amber's beautiful outline in the darkness of the tent, her pale skin reflecting the little moon light that could get through the dark material of the tent. She ran her left hand across Amber's cheek, feeling how soft it was, she heard Amber give a soft moan as she moved her head away from Elise's investigating hand. Elise moved the flap of Amber's sleeping bag up so that the moon light would show her back and ass, Elise's hand caressed the exposed skin lightly, and giving soft kisses to Amber's shoulders. Amber moaned a bit as she moved her body closer to Elise's. The girl's dark hand landed at the top of her friend's left bra covered breast, feeling over the fullness of it and the soft cotton covering her gorgeous mounds. Amber moaned and kept scooting her body closer to her friend's, Elise's hand went over the curve of Amber's belly and down to her hip and thigh, she liked the way that it dipped in near her crotch before exploring another part of her friend's lovely curves. Elise felt her wet pussy pressing against her friends ass, and knew she wanted to explore more of her, she wanted to touch, taste and feel her all the way. She leaned her chest away from her friend's back and slowly un hooked it, letting the elastic tense and gradually loosen across her friend's back. Elise kissed her friends back all over now that not even a single inch was out of her gaze. "Oh Elise, how did you know?" Amber moaned as she rolled over onto her back. "I just gave into my feelings, I wanted to explore you and have my hands know you just as my eyes and heart have." She lowered the straps off of Ambers white shoulders, Amber assisted as she could in exposing herself to her friend's loving eyes. Elise turned on the lantern before removing the white cotton bra that kept Amber's tits covered. They waited till their eyes adjusted to the light in the tent before moving forward. Elise reached down between Amber's breasts and pulled the garment away, letting Amber's massive breast flow over her arms and sides. "You have such beautiful and round breasts." Elise said before running her hands over the pale white and soft pink flesh of her friend's left breast. "Thank you Elise, I think yours are beautiful too." Amber replied before closing her eyes and let her friend explore her naked body. A moan escaped her as her friend flicked over her erect pink nipple. Elise watched as the pink nub grew with her touch, she wanted to taste it just as Amber tasted her nipple before. She brought her head down and let her tongue flick against the rough rigid texture of her friend's erect nipple. She traced circles around it, teasing her the way she would with her own finger, before sucking the flesh into her mouth. Amber's pink lips shot open, drawing in a deep breath as her friend sucked on her tit, she felt Elise's tongue going from the nipple the breast in teasing flicks. Each movement of Elise's pink tongue against Amber's tit sent pulses down into her pussy causing it to lubricate. "Oh, I didn't know my breast was so sensitive." She moaned as Elise put her left leg over Amber's and pressed her damp pussy on Amber's right leg. Elise put her left hand on Amber's right tit and began to flick, pull and pinch the sensitive tip. Elise moved her left hand from her friend's breast and let it travel down her round stomach. Amber's body shook as her friend touched her sensitive skin in such a light way. Amber's legs slowly spread as her friend's hand drew near her red curls. The dark haired friend placed her hand over Amber's engorged soft pussy, and pressed against it. Amber's pale ass rose from the ground as if wanting to have something more inside her wet pussy. Elise rubbed around the sensitive mound, she felt as the pink lips in her hand began to get wetter, her middle finger sliding into the slit, pressing against the erect clit hiding there. Amber gave in feeling as she was coming close to cumming, Elise's mouth still working her sensitive tit "Oh god Elise, I was so wrong, you're a great lover, thank you. Thank you for making me climax." She said in a soft whisper as she was enjoying her first non autoerotic orgasm. Elise removed her mouth from Amber's saliva covered breast. "I want to penetrate you my love, I want to feel you surround my finger." Amber thought it through, "Yes," she nodded, "I'm ready to have something inside my vagina." Elise ran her finger up and down the damp pink flesh, hidden between Amber's red hair lined lips, feeling her tight hole, it seemed that it still wasn't ready to have something penetrate it yet. Elise sucked her finger, moving her saliva around to see if that would arouse her friend's opening for insertion. Amber moved her left hand up and down Elise's back as her friend explored her womanhood. "When you put something inside you for the first time, how was it?" "Different," she said as she started slowly working her finger past her friend's tightness, "I never felt so full before, and my orgasm from it was earth shattering. I'm glad you decided to share this with me." Elise felt as Amber's opening began to relax and let the tip of her finger inside, Amber was slowly moistening the invading finger and allowing it further into its depths. Amber moaned and started playing with her breasts as her friend slid more and more of her finger inside, feeling her little hole stretch to take more of it in, there was no going back now, she felt like now she was no longer a virgin. Elise kept moving her finger in and out of her friend's tight snatch, feeling it slide over her finger took her back to the night when she first decided it was time to take that step. She found that she was able to move faster in and out, finger fucking her friend more as Amber relaxed at the sensations she was feeling between her rounded thighs. The dark skinned knuckles of Elise collided with Ambers soft red curls, letting both of them know that she was as fully penetrated as she was going to get that night. Elise's finger wiggled around inside of Amber's clenching hole, slowly allowing the muscles to relax to allow thicker things inside. Elise began to fuck Amber with her long dark finger. She watched how Amber's pink pussy moved with her thrusting finger and then up to see Amber's flush pink skin as she ran her hands over her curves as her friend explored her tight pussy. Retreat From Reality All characters are over 18 years of age. Tony sat on her balcony and cried. It wasn't a hysterical type of cry with screaming and hollering. It was a quiet sob she finally allowed herself to release. For two days she'd held in all of her emotion in the hopes of keeping some type of structure for her son. However, today proved too difficult for the strong willed woman and while her son slept in his crib, Tony allowed the tears to flow down her face. Just as her emotional levies were about to crumble Tony heard the alarm beep as her front door opened. She knew it could only be him. Only he had timing like this. It was typical of Kenny to rob her of any relief she sought. Despite having slightly swollen eyes and a runny nose from her tears, Tony tried her best to clean up her face not wanting Kenny to know he had upset her. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he hurt her; how much power he had over her emotions. "Babe?" Kenny called out as he walked into the entryway. The hairs on the back of Tony's neck stood tall when he called her that. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to call her something affectionate as "Babe" after all he had put her through. She went from sad and crying to mad in a flash. "Hey? Didn't you hear me calling you?" Kenny asked approaching the balcony just as Tony wiped her last tear. "No," Tony replied not looking at him. Instead she stared off the balcony wishing she was anywhere but there. "Is this how it's going to be?" Tony ignored him relying on her anger to get through this moment without caving in. Tony always swore her biggest mistake ever was having sex with Kenny. Their first night together and subsequent love making thereafter had Tony hooked. Kenny had always been able to make up for whatever bad thing he'd done by seducing her into bed. She gathered her courage and attempted to be as strong as she could be. She had to fight the urge to fall into his arms despite how tempting it was to do otherwise. "I don't want it to be like this between us," Kenny stated, putting his hand on her shoulder. "It's not up to you how things are between us anymore," Tony said, shrugging his hand off her shoulder. "What is wrong with you?" Kenny grabbed Tony by her shoulders as she tried to walk past him back into the house. "What is right with you!" she shot back staring into his eyes. "Take your hands off me!" She broke eye contact and pulled away from him. "Tony!" Kenny shouted. "Do not wake up KJ!" Tony half whispered, walking back towards Kenny but not close enough for him to grab her again, even though he tried. "Why don't you just pack your things and leave? Just leave us alone! Don't you think you've done enough damage?" "You're going to let something little like this destroy our marriage?" "Little? Something little? Did you really mean to say that?" Tony asked dumbfounded. "It's not mine so yes Tony it is something little. Why are you going to let that come between us?" Kenny asked. Tony started to raise her voice then remembered KJ sleeping in the next room. "I didn't let anything happen, you did! You did the fucking! You did the cheating! Now you have another kid! I was not present for any of those things so none of this is on me Kenny." She tried her best to choke back the tears, determined not to let Kenny see her cry. It made her so angry to see Kenny think so little of her and their marriage as to call this catastrophe 'something little'. Just looking at Kenny made Tony's heart break into a million pieces. The mere sound of his voice, the scent of his cologne, and the way he kept reaching out for her, all made her sick to her stomach. She wanted all the hurt to just stop. Having him around was only a reminder of the pain. "Please Kenny, I'm begging you. Just leave. I don't have it in me to fight with you today," Tony tried to brush her bangs out her eyes. She was so frustrated with everything around her. "You don't even want my side of the story? What I want doesn't even matter?" "I can't believe your selfish, egotistical ass has the nerve to lecture me on your wants and needs," Tony said, walking into their master bedroom and to the closet. "What are you doing?" "I'm packing your things. You have until I'm done to state your case if that's what you want. We can do this in complete silence too, I know that's my preference," Tony stated flatly, pulling out a suitcase from the closet. "OK, I fucked up. But I know the kid isn't mine! I only did it that one time!" Kenny exclaimed. Kenny's comment caused Tony to stop cold. "Only did it the one time?" Tony threw a pair of socks at Kenny who dodged it, which only infuriated Tony more. She lifted the suitcase as if she were going to throw that at him next but changed her mind. Resorting to his juvenile behavior wouldn't the right thing to do, but it would definitely make her feel better. "Well gold star for Kenny! You were able to restrain yourself and only sleep with her one time! You only fucked her once so you deserve the husband of the year award right? Fuck this and fuck you Kenny! You're out of here!" Kenny tried cleaning up his statement a little. "What did you want to hear? I told you, I'd take care of all of this. Making me move out isn't even necessary." "You slept with another woman Kenny. Not only did you cheat on me, you did it when I was carrying your son! Oh, but I keep forgetting – it's something little," she said as sarcastically as she possibly could. "I said I fucked up. I admit that I was wrong. What else do you want from me?" "Is that some sort of apology? If that's the best you can do you can keep it because I don't want a fake ass apology like that. You didn't just fuck up! You fucked me and your son. You ruined our marriage and our family all for a piece of ass. You can have that piece of ass and that girl and that baby because I don't want you. I can't trust you. I have no idea how many other times you've stepped out on me. You put our whole family in danger. You could have brought any type of disease home to me since you want to dip your dick into anything willing. So saying you fucked up doesn't begin to touch what you've done nor does it serve as an apology." Tony was stuffing boxers, socks and t-shirts into the suitcase in any way they would fit. Kenny walked over to Tony and in his best sweet talking voice said, "Please don't act like this baby. You know I love you and our son." "Get back Kenny! Stay away from me. You're trying to trick me into forgiving you and it won't work. You didn't just forget to pick me up or leave dirty dishes in the sink. You cheated on me. You broke my heart don't you see that?" "Yes, I see how much I've hurt you. Please don't cry." Tony was so upset she never even felt the tears fall from her eyes down her cheeks. She didn't realize she was crying until she put her hand to her face and felt the wetness. "Dammit!" Tony cried out and fell to the floor. Kenny bent down and knelt beside her. He tried his best to hold her but Tony fought him. Again, her pain turned to anger and she fought hard to keep her anger, to stand her ground. Tony punched wildly at Kenny, not necessarily trying to hurt him or push him off her, but as an automatic defense mechanism. Of course in her heart she wanted to snuggle in his arms and forget all that had happened. But the pain from all he'd done to her rose above her wants and instead she fought him. Wrestling on the ground Kenny grabbed both of her arms and wrapped his legs around hers to keep her wild punches and kicks from actually landing on him. "Stop girl!" Kenny tried to restrain Tony without hurting her. "Why?" Tony cried out. "Why?" "I love you T," Kenny professed. "You love me so much you cheated on me? You think you know what love is but you don't have a clue. You take love for granted. You use love as a pawn in your game to get what you want. You don't know what love truly is. Love is me giving my life to you. It is me giving my mind and my body to you. Instead, you threw all that away. And for what? How could you hurt me like this? I would have died for you Kenny." It was her last statement that caused Kenny to release the wrestling hold he had on Tony. He couldn't respond because he didn't have a valid explanation for his actions. Holding her, trying to force her to see that he meant no harm, wasn't going to help the situation. "I'm not leaving Tony. You think I don't love you but I do, love my son too and I don't think I could survive without the two of you." Tony doubled over in pain. Her stomach ached from the disappointment she had in Kenny and herself. When she told Kenny that she would have died for him that was just the surface. There was no limit to the things she'd do for Kenny. To provide for her man she had done things she was not proud of but she did them regardless in the name of love. She'd gone to hell and back for him and had long since proved her allegiance to him. It literally ate at her to believe that he had such little regard for her loyalty for him. "Are you ok?" Kenny asked as he walked into their bathroom. "Just leave me alone," Tony managed to get out as she tried to breath through the pain. She winced in pain, shutting her eyes tight. A few deep breaths and moments of massaging her stomach and she regained her composure. Tony opened her eyes and leaned back against the bed ready to confront Kenny but he had left the room. She walked into the living room where she found him sitting on the couch waiting for her. Instead of walking to him, she headed for the kitchen and pretended to straighten up the room. She came across the papers. The court papers which had started spiraling her life out of control. Tony found it amazing how a six page document could turn a person's world upside down and inside out. It had been addressed to Kenny but since he wasn't at home when the document server knocked on the door, Tony just opened it never imagining for an instant what the contents held. The child support order called for Kenny to pay back child support on a female child born two months after KJ. To Tony it seemed as though the papers kept calling her to look at them. To relive the pain by seeing in print what he had done to her family and her life. "What are you reading?" Kenny asked, snapping Tony back to reality. "No-nothing," she stammered, trying to figure out what was real and what was in her head. "Why are you reading that? I thought we had discussed that." "Nothing was discussed Kenny," Tony rolled her eyes at him and stuffed the papers into the junk drawer. "Look, I've apologized for what I've done," Kenny started. "You call that an..." The ringing phone stopped Tony from telling Kenny that she thought his apology had been nothing more than a sorry excuse of an apology. Aggravated, Tony answered the telephone. "Hello?" "Mrs. Fisher?" "I am for now," Tony answered, glaring at Kenny. "How can I help you?" "This is Tina from Great Escapes Travel Company," Tina paused allowing Tony a moment to remember. "Oh yes, I had completely forgotten," Tony replied. "Well, your travel arrangements have been finalized and your credit card has been billed the final installment. You're free to pick up your tickets anytime. I hope you enjoy Puerto Vallarta and hope you choose Great Escapes for all of your travel needs. "Yes, thank you," Tony said hanging up the phone. She had completely forgotten she had planned an anniversary get away for her and Kenny. Kenny and Tony never had an official honeymoon and Tony had always wanted to visit Mexico. Tony had earned a nice hefty bonus at work and hadn't told Kenny about it. Instead she planned their great anniversary vacation and now she couldn't use it. She looked over at Kenny sitting on the couch and contemplated telling him about the vacation. She came to her senses quickly, realizing that she would never want to take her adulterous husband for a romantic vacation. If she couldn't stand to be near him at home she definitely didn't want to be stuck in another country with him. She decided she wasn't going to mention this to him at all. Instead she walked gingerly back to the bedroom, and emptied the suitcase she had filled with Kenny's belongings. "What are you doing? Now you're going to move out?" Kenny asked, following her through the house. Disgusted with having to explain her actions, Tony said, "Please, this is my house. I'm not moving!" She began searching for her swimsuit. She had bought two suits just for this trip. One was a string bikini with red, blue, green and yellow polka dots. The second was a sleek blue one piece that had the sides cut out and had a nice deep v-cut front. She bought that one especially for Kenny knowing he loved the way she looked in his favorite color. She quickly stuffed both suits into the suitcase trying not to give any hints to her destination. "Then what are you doing? Where are you going Tony? I'm tired of playing these games with you." "Kenny, I'm not playing any games with you. I'm going on a trip for a while, hence the reason I'm packing," she said, pointing to the small pile of clothes she'd accumulated on the bed. "Where are you going?" "Away Kenny." Mocking her, Kenny asked, "Away where Tony?" "More mundane questions," she thought to herself. Then she replied, "Far away from you Kenny." "You're just going to leave me and KJ?" Without interrupting her packing and not daring to stop and look at Kenny she simply replied, "Nope." "Answer me girl!" Kenny grabbed Tony by both arms and faced her to him. "Look at me and tell me what's going on." Tony took a deep breath attempting to remain as calm as possible. "I don't owe you any explanation Kenny." She avoided looking him directly in the eyes. "You're not taking my son away from me," Kenny said, tightening his hold on Tony. Squirming out of his grip and stepping back to put space between them, Tony backed away. "You don't have the right anymore to tell me what I am or what I am not going to do." Emphasizing each word Tony continued on. "My son is staying at my mother's house. I will be on vacation. I'm going away. I need to be as far away from you and all of your bullshit as possible. After all you've put me through you, I've earned a vacation." "Do what you want Tony." Kenny stomped out of the bedroom. Relief flowed through Tony's body. She closed her eyes and leaned against her stuffed suitcase, reminding herself that she only had to get through the night. Tomorrow she'd be on a plane to Puerto Vallarta. Ironically, despite all the drama she had been through, Tony began to feel excited. She had something to look forward to and that was a pleasant change from the constant dread that seemed to follow her at home. While her initial plans were for her to share this vacation with Kenny, she eagerly anticipated traveling and vacationing alone. *** Tony drove down the highway with her stereo blasting as she headed for the airport. She'd left her home earlier than necessary, which allowed her ample time to get her son to her mother's and to take a leisurely drive into the airport. It was very early Saturday morning and as she drove with the windows rolled down, she let her body sink into the reclined driver's seat and enjoyed the breeze. She pulled into the long term parking section of the airport singing along with the CD she had playing. Tony eyed a perfect place to park not too far from the entrance and proceeded to pull into it. Just as she turned her wheels to park, another car came squealing around the corner from the opposite direction and bullied its way into the spot. Under normal conditions, Tony would have blown her top, furious with anger. However, today was a very different day; a new day for Tony. Instead of succumbing to an argument that would inevitably ruin her good day, she smiled at the car and searched for another spot. Tony pulled her luggage behind her and walked into the airport towards check-in when a voice called out from behind her, "I'm sorry for taking your spot." Without missing a beat she strode into the building replying, "I'm sure you're not." She never stopped moving towards the ticket counter. Tony was determined not to let anything or anyone stop her from reaching her destination. This vacation was a refuge from the horrific reality that she was leaving behind. Nothing was going to prevent her from receiving this one opportunity at a little bit of happiness. Her son was safe at her mother's house where she didn't have to worry and from this point on, until she returned, it was going to be all about Tony Fisher. Nestled in her seat, Tony began to relax and get comfortable. She fully intended to sleep the entire plane ride to Puerto Vallarta. Just as the last passengers were boarding and Tony was sure she'd have the entire row of seats to herself, a familiar voice emerged. "Its fate isn't it?" The voice of the man from the parking garage spoke. "I couldn't possibly be this unlucky," Tony mumbled, shaking her head. "I think we started off on the wrong foot." The stranger stuck his arm under Tony's nose in an attempt to shake her hand. "My name is Alex and you are?" Left with no option, Tony looked up and shook his hand. "I'm Tony. Nice to meet you Mr. Likes-To-Take-Parking-Spaces." "Nice. Not only is she beautiful, she's a smart ass to boot," he observed. "As I tried to tell you before, I didn't mean to take your parking space. I was pulling out my airline ticket and getting ready as I was parking. I never noticed you there until it was too late. You pulled off down the aisle so quick I couldn't do anything but park there. Then when I tried to apologize you gave me the hand!" "Well, that certainly does say something about your driving skills, doesn't it," Tony said, moving her belongings from the middle seat. "No, please don't move your stuff. My seat is the aisle seat; feel free to leave your stuff there. I don't think anybody will be sitting between us. At least I hope not." Alex winked at her and took his assigned seat. Alex and Tony talked the entire flight, only pausing for food and drinks. Tony had two glasses of wine and a gin and tonic. The mixture of alcohol and altitude had her intoxicated only half way to their destination. As they talked, Tony found out Alex lived one town over from KJ and herself. He was an executive chef at an upscale restaurant Tony had been dying to visit. Kenny claimed only bourgeois blacks went there and didn't want to go. She also learned that Alex was married too, with two boys of his own. His wife did something with corporate law and was more married to her job than to Alex. He'd booked this trip on his own to get away and to try to make heads or tails of his future with his wife. Tony filled Alex in on her own situation with Kenny and her reasons for escaping for the week. By the time they landed, they seemed as if they were more like old friends than the arch enemies they could have been. Alex's hotel was near Tony's so they shared a taxi. "Please tell me you'll have dinner with me tonight," Alex said, carrying her bag into the hotel. "I don't know if we should, you know..." Tony trailed off. "You don't know if we should do dinner? What's dinner between two friends?" Alex asked as they reached the front desk. Despite not knowing a single soul other than Alex in this foreign country, Tony looked around to see if anybody she'd recognize was watching. She whispered. "What if somebody sees?" "Honestly Tony, who do you know here except me? But if it will make you feel better why not have dinner with me in my suite? Before you turn me down, my suite has a separate dining area. You wouldn't even see my bed." Retreat of Love and Openness She was wearing a white gown and reading the wedding vows with my son in front of a priest. While he was looking handsome in a black tuxedo, my daughter was simply exquisite in that shoulderless dress. If only his dad was alive to see him today, I thought to myself. I was supposed to arrive early, but since the flight got delayed had to rush straight from the airport and then back again to the airport directly after the ceremony as had an important work the next day. Although it was a brief visit, but returned with the impression that my son had found a wife who was not only beautiful, but also cheerful, got along with her family well and was easy going. All in all, I was happy with her as my daughter. Today, after more than nine months, I was again going to see them. She has just given birth to a boy, James, and couldn't wait to see my grandson. I arrived at their house late in the evening and after being greeted by my son, Darren, went straight to bed as was tired after the journey. In the morning, saw my son's father, Steven, having breakfast, so made a cup of coffee and sat down with him at the table. He told me that Darren had left for work and Julie, my daughter, and Tim, her brother, were still sleeping. We were discussing local politics when Tim came out wearing only shorts and kissing me on the cheek, made coffee and sat down next to me. Although just eighteen he was tall, had a hairy chest and broad shoulders, just like his father. After around ten minutes, Julie came out in a black thigh-length night dress with James crying in her arms. I got up and brought her coffee. She told us that James's crying had kept her awake all night and now she was very tired. Her father took him from her arms and tried to calm him down, but to no avail. I suggested that maybe he was hungry. Julie took him from her father and without even blinking her eyes parted the top of her night dress. As soon as she opened the gown, it was apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra. With her left breast completely out of the dress, she placed her hand underneath it and brought James's mouth to her pink nipple. He immediately stopped crying and began enjoying the milk. This was the first time I was seeing someone breastfeed in front of her own dad and brother, and I certainly hadn't expected my own daughter to sit there in front of us with her milk-filled tit fully exposed. The act caught me by surprise and apart from looking at the floor had no idea what to do. What was more surprising was that while I was trying my best not to glance at her naked boob, her own father and brother were not only very natural about it, but were even talking to her as if nothing was happening. I sat there for five or six minutes, with my eyes looking everywhere except Julie's chest, then hurried back to the safety of my room. After an hour or so, I came out and saw them sunbathing in the backyard. Her brother was still in shorts, her dad in just jeans, while she was lying on her back on the grass wearing only a green bra and matching panties. I wanted to go back, but saw James sleeping comfortably next to his semi-naked mom, so held him in my arms and sat down near them. We stayed there for around fifteen or twenty minutes and during that time Julie tossed and turned her body, sat up and lay down again, which meant her near-naked body, especially her milk-filled breasts, was on display from all angles to us. Finally she got up to take a shower and I thought she would come back in decent clothes, but she returned wearing white shorts, a blue cropped T-shirt and no bra, which meant the shape and size of her big tits and nipples were clearly visible. She stayed that way the whole day, giving her dad, brother and me a good look at her breasts. When in the evening Darren returned from the office, I asked him in a hush tone whether Julie always dressed like that. "Yes," he replied, looking at his wife and her boobs bouncing with every step. "Was she this casual even before marriage?" "Yes, Mom." "Don't you ask her to cover herself?" "No. She's what she's and I'm fine with it." I knew arguing with him was useless, so went and sat down in the porch. After dinner all of us were in the living room when Julie lifted her T-shirt and again started feeding James right in front of us. In the morning, Julie's father and brother left for their house and Darren went to work. It was afternoon and was in my room reading a book when heard voices coming from the living room, so came out and Julie introduced me to her friend Amber. Taking James from Julie, began talking to them. Julie told me that Amber was her college friend, lived in other part of the town and regularly visited her. She also said that Amber had come to live with us for a week or so. I stayed with them for about twenty minutes, then went back to my room and when I returned after couple of hours they were busy preparing dinner. Amber had apparently just taken a shower because her black hair were still wet and were falling perfectly on her bare shoulders and the blue spaghetti top and tight black jeans were accentuating her slim, tall figure. Julie, on the other hand, was wearing a man's shirt, with top three buttons open, no bra and a yellow skirt that barely reached her thighs. I wanted to ask Julie whether she hated bras, but kept my mouth shut and started helping with dinner. Little later, Darren came back from office and on seeing Amber he went up to her, gave her a tight hug and kissed her lips. I instantly looked at Julie, thinking she obviously won't be pleased with him kissing her best friend, but she stood there with a big smile on her face, probably treating the kiss as a normal occurrence. After we had finished dinner, Julie went to her room and bringing James with her began breastfeeding him. "They've become massive. He must be happy," said Amber as Darren went to sleep. "He's not the only one who's happy to see them grow bigger," added Julie watching James suckle her tits. Her comment left me confused and the confusion increased when Amber blushed. I sat there thinking about the whole thing, but wasn't able to comprehend either the comment or Amber's blushing, so finished my drink and went to my room. In the morning, Darren informed me that he was going out of town and won't be back until next week and left the house after breakfast. Since Julie and Amber were still sleeping, I took a shower and lay down on a chair in the backyard. I was enjoying the Sun when Amber came wearing a short brown nightgown and Julie followed her in a long purple one. They sat down next to me with their cups of coffee and as their gowns weren't properly tied, I could see that both of them weren't wearing bras. When they had finished their coffee, they got up and casually opening their gowns lay down on the grass in just their panties. Watching them lying there semi-naked was bit of a shock, so tried to escape but Julie requested me to bring James as he was alone in the room. As I turned to leave after bringing James, Julie asked me to join them, but made an excuse and was walking toward my room when she got up and asked me whether the nudity was making me awkward. I looked at her dark blue eyes, her silky long blonde hair and lied: "No, it isn't." She took my hand in hers and walking me back said: "Only we're here. Come on, enjoy the Sun." Then began to take off my cream T-shirt and when I protested, she simply ignored me and flicked open my wine colored bra. Placing my hands over my bare breasts, I lay down next to them, but they still weren't satisfied, so Amber asked me to take off the long white skirt and get comfortable. I replied that I was fine. "Take off your skirt. We won't bite, at least not so soon," said Amber, who was lying with her legs wide apart. When Julie heard that, she laughed and pinched Amber's bare shoulder. Although I was hesitant, but since they were so persistent, got up and took off my skirt and lay down only in wine colored panties. "You're beautiful. You've got a voluptuous body. I'm jealous," drooled Amber, lifting herself on her elbows and scanning me from head to toe. "I know you're only praising me to make me feel better." "No, you've got a lovely body. Now I understand why Darren is so much into full-figured women," added Julie. "What do you mean?" "Well, he's always admiring women who have big chest." "You're big, too," I said looking at her breasts. "Yea, that's why he was attracted to me. He said that was the first thing he had noticed." "Don't they all notice that first?" "True. All men notice that, but Darren is really into big ones. Julie already had big ones, but when she got pregnant he was more happy about her growing size than pregnancy. He kept talking about it," volunteered Amber. "He kept saying I should buy more deep-neck dresses and tight tops because he wanted everyone to see my assets," confessed Julie. "Well, you didn't disappoint him," added Amber. "No, not only him. Even dad wasn't disappointed." They both laughed and continued to soak in the Sun. That last comment again set my mind racing, but was unable to decipher the cryptic meaning. For first five or ten minutes, I was conscious about my near-nudity, but then got comfortable and stopped worrying that my breasts were naked or that I was wearing only panties, nothing else. Turning toward Julie, I asked her what she was reading. She told me it was about a spiritual movement, so probed her further. She looked at Amber, who signaled with her head that she could talk about it, so raising herself on her elbow and facing me, her big milky boobs and pink nipples pointing at me, informed me that it was about a group that focuses on channeling positive energies. Amber, who was lying on her back and listening to us, moved closer and pressing her tits against Julie's back, put her arm across her bare stomach and draping her smooth thigh over Julie's fleshy leg explained the movement's work and asked me whether I would like to meet the High Priestess. The sight of Amber crushing her near-naked body against Julie was so mesmerizing that instead of answering her, I kept staring at the two women lying so close to each other without any shame or guilt. "Would you like to meet her," again asked Amber, resting her face on Julie's cheek and raising her brown eyes toward me. "Yes," I stammered. "OK, let's go," she said getting up. All of us, including James, drove to an elegant and modern looking apartment where we were welcomed and offered juices by a man wearing an ankle-length black robe. After waiting for few minutes, he first ushered Julie and Amber into a room and then me a little later. Upon entering, I saw a woman wearing a white robe sitting on a raised platform with Amber and Julie in front of her. In stark contrast to the posh lounge, this room was lit by candles only and smell of scented oils was enveloping the whole air. It had no furniture, paintings or even curtains. Coming closer to the woman, I could see she had shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes made darker by the kohl, sharp features, good height and no make-up or jewelry. She signaled me with her hand to sit down in front of her between Amber and Julie. The woman began telling me how the group helps fulfill potential, achieve inner peace and serenity. Then she talked about my life and what I was looking for. After nearly forty minutes of discussion, she asked me, "What's the most precious material thing you have?" "Jewelry," I replied after thinking hard. "Give all of it to someone for safekeeping and promise yourself that you won't wear it for a year. Second, sleep on the floor, not bed, for the next six months. Third, no drinking or smoking until I say so. Go home, think about it and we'll talk tomorrow. Joining this group means sacrificing and letting yourself go without any inhibition at all, so think hard." With that, she signaled that the session was over and we headed out after handing over a check to the man. The evening at home was pretty uneventful because all we did was watch TV and eat. I was reading about the group the next afternoon when Julie barged into the room and excitedly told me that the High Priestess was herself coming to see me. When I heard that, I asked her whether I should change into something, but she replied there wasn't any need plus she would be here any moment. Just then the doorbell rang and both Amber and Julie rushed to greet the woman. She was wearing a white robe just like yesterday and was accompanied by the same man in a black robe. The High Priestess apparently had been to the house before because she went straight to Darren's room and after telling me to follow her closed the door. Sitting down in the middle of the bed, she inquired whether I had decided to join the movement. "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am." "What've you done with your jewelry? Did you sleep on the floor last night?" "I've given it to Julie and won't wear it. I did sleep on the floor." "Are you ready to let yourself go?" "Yes." "Will you let me down?" "No," I replied even before she could finish the question. "We will see. Take off your clothes" As soon as she said that, I felt blood rushing through my face, my eyes became bigger and stared at her and the man standing near her. "See, letting yourself go isn't that easy, is it? As long as you're conscious and possessive about your body, you'll remain tied to all worldly notions." Turning toward the man, she asked him to bring the girls. When I heard the door open, I turned my face and saw Julie and Amber walk in completely naked. I watched as they came and stood beside me, with hands on their sides and no attempt to hide their breasts or vaginas. Glancing down, I could see that while Julie had trimmed brown pubic hair, Amber was clean shaven. Then looked up to see if the man was trying to get a peek at the two naked women, but he just stood there with hands folded behind him and eyes straight. "Are you ready now?" the woman asked me. I eyed Julie, who returned my gaze and nodded her head, so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and handed it to Amber before taking off jeans. With both jeans and shirt off, I was now in beige color bra and matching panties. "Continue," ordered the High Priestess. Bowing my head in shame, I unhooked the bra and tried to keep my breasts hidden under it, but Julie took it from me. Now only the panties remained. After gathering all the strength I could, took it off and stood there exposing everything to them, including the thick bush. Julie took the panties and kept them on the chair along with the bra. "Lie down here," said the High Priestess patting the bed. I went and lay down on my back next to her. "Keep hands on your sides and spread your legs." I did as instructed. "Now open your lips." So, I opened my mouth. "Not these lips, the other ones." Although my eyes were glued at her, my hands were already opening my vagina. "Can you see inside her lips?" she asked Julie. "Yes, I can." "And you, Amber?" "Yes." "Go get rid of her shame," she said to the man. He came and standing right in front of me peered inside my pussy. "Now go and make coffee for us without your clothes," she ordered getting up from the bed. I made coffee for them while they watched each and every inch of my nude body and feasted their eyes when I went to serve them. "Bring your mother to the retreat for the weekend, OK?" she instructed Julie, who was sitting naked with Amber on the couch in the living room. "Stand up. He will dress you," she said. So I got up and rested my hands on the man's shoulders while he helped me put on panties and wrapping a dark blue sarong around me, tied the knot just over my bare thigh. "Nothing else?" I asked looking at my bare tits. "No. You'll wear it all the time, including in front of guests. This is part of a process to make you less self-conscious and more comfortable with yourself." With that done, she handed me two sarongs and said goodbye. "Come on, don't be so tense. In few minutes, you'll even forget that you aren't wearing a bra," comforted Julie as she put her arms across my bare back and hugged me tightly, pressing her boobs against mine. Keeping her arms on my hips, she looked into my eyes and kissing me softly on the cheek promised, "We'll have lots of fun. You won't regret it." I could feel her pink nipples touching the skin of my breasts, so stepped back a little and replied, "Thanks." Amber, who was putting on clothes, began telling me that the retreat was a place to meet, drink and have fun, adding that families go there to relax and unwind. "Is your family a member, too?" "Yes. My parents and even my younger sister go there. Julie's folks are also members." "And Darren?" I asked Julie. "It was his idea to make you a part of the group," she said putting on a black bra. "The only rule is to leave all your inhibitions and go with the flow. You're free to do whatever you want and whenever you want," added Amber. "What do you mean?" I quizzed. "Well, if you want to hug somebody, you are free to do that. If you want to kiss somebody, go ahead and do it. If you want to make love to somebody - men or women -- nobody will stop you, provided it's all consensual." "So anybody can do anything with anybody?" "Yes. No boundaries, no shame, no guilt," explained Amber as her brown eyes wandered over Julie's body. Rest of the day was spent talking about the group, watching TV and cooking food. I was in shower the next morning when Julie knocked on the door and told me that her's and Amber's parents have come to meet me. Getting out of bathroom, I quickly put on a blue bra under a white T-shirt and blue panties over red sarong and was just about to meet them when I remembered that I wasn't supposed to wear bra or T-shirt, so took them off. However, the thought of going topless in front of them was too much, so again wore them and repeated the process thrice before finally deciding to do what the High Priestess had ordered. When I opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room, all heads turned toward me and could feel their eyes watching me as I walked with my big breasts and pink nipples completely naked and generous hips and fleshy thighs exposed under the sarong. Julie, who was sitting on the couch, came near me and holding my arm introduced me to Amber's parents and her younger sister and then to her folks. Steven, Julie's father, took my hand and giving a broad smile announced, "Welcome to the club." Nodding my head in thank you, looked down and suddenly felt ashamed for showing my tits so openly to all of them. Amber's mother, Pat, a tall, full figured woman with sharp-features, put her hand around my waist and sitting me down on the couch next to her said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all family." To make me comfortable, they stopped focusing on my semi-nudity and began sharing jokes and anecdotes. After about ten minutes or so, I stopped worrying so much about my bare boobs and joined in the conversation. Amber's younger sister, Sofia, dragged me from the couch to the bedroom and began telling me all about her school. Since I was more interested in knowing about the retreat, I shifted the conversation toward that and she told me that she has been going there for more than a year. "How old are you?" "Nineteen," she replied lying back on the bed in a pink skirt that left much of her smooth and young thighs exposed and a tight orange shirt that was revealing the shape of her round and firm breasts. Retreat of Love and Openness Sofia started telling me everything about it adding at the end that the most precious occasion is the 'Special Night.' "What's that? I queried sitting near her cross-legged. "It's the night when a boy or a girl becomes a man or woman." Intrigued by what I was hearing, I waited for her to elaborate. "All the members are there and after lots of dancing and singing, a big bed is laid out in the center with red roses all over it and the senior most member of the family turns the boy or girl into a man or woman and then other family members join in." "Your first time was there?" I quizzed trying my best to hide the shock. "Yes, it was great. They had decorated the whole place and the bed was so beautiful. I was first given a bath in scented oils and then went round the circle and Mom showed me to them one by one." "Were you wearing sarong or robe?" "I wasn't wearing anything. On your special night, you don't wear anything." "How old were you?" "Eighteen. Only those who are eighteen and above are allowed there." The thought of her being 'presented' at eighteen that too to her own father was difficult to picture, but surprisingly wanted her to continue. "After I was shown to everybody, Mom led me to Dad, who was standing near the bed, and he took my hand and laid me down on the rose-filled bed." "Then?" "You stay with your family for first twenty-four hours and then anybody can choose you. So, after Dad, it was the turn of Mom and then Amber." "You stayed on the bed the whole time?" "No. After Amber, Dad took me to our cottage where I stayed with them until the next day." "Did you like it?" "Yes. It was beautiful. There was lot of music, dancing and everybody was clapping. We all loved it." I was about to probe her further when Amber entered the room and lying down near Sofia asked us what we were discussing. I told her she was telling me about the 'Special Night.' Amber, who was lying on her back, took a deep breath, making her breasts fill up the purple T-shirt, and sighed, "It's the most beautiful time. The whole experience is out of this world." "So, you've also experienced it?" "Yes, of course. Dad says he's lucky that he has two daughters. Although Mom regrets not having a son." "And we know why," added Sofia laughing. Just then Julie called, so we got up and went to the living room where Amber's dad, Rob, asked us what we were talking about. "She was telling Susan about the 'Special Night'", replied Amber sitting down on her own father's lap. Putting his arms just below Amber's breasts, Rob watched as Julie fed James and commented, "You've grown bigger." "Tell me about it," replied Julie looking at her big boobs that were on display for all of us. "There will be a feeding frenzy there, so better stock up," he added. "There's already a feeding frenzy here. Poor James has to fight all of them for his share." "Now, now, don't lie. I and your mother have had his share only twice. It's Amber and Darren who are drinking all the milk," claimed Steven. "And Tim?" quizzed Julie. "Oh well, he's your brother," defended her mom, Rachel, a slim, not very tall woman with short red hair and piercing green eyes and bright red lips. I know the thought of her own family drinking her milk that too from her breasts should have sickened me, but was intrigued and fascinated, especially when I imagined Darren's lips on her pink nipples. "So you're drinking her milk," Jim asked Amber pressing his thumbs against her tits. Turning her face toward him, she kissed his lips and admitted, "Yes, Dad." "When will we get our share?" Sofia probed Julie. "We'll have our fill at the retreat," her dad replied. Little later, Amber and I were with Julie in her room when Sofia came and sitting down next to Julie began running her fingers over Julie's boobs. "What do you want?" quizzed Julie when Sofia started pressing her nipples with the tip of her fingers. "Milk," whispered Sofia, as her dark brown eyes admired the fullness of Julie's boobs. At first, Julie ignored her request, but when Sofia persisted she opened her robe and cupping her tit offered her nipple. Sofia immediately lay down and taking Julie's puffy nipple in her mouth hungrily started drinking the milk. When Amber saw me watching the whole scene with fascination, she said I could take Julie's other nipple, but I replied I was OK. Putting her hand inside the rob, Julie uncovered her other breast and signaled with her head that it was all mine, but I signaled back that I was fine. Sofia was enjoying the milk when her dad entered the room and sat down next to me on the bed. Amber, meanwhile, got up and began taking off her T-shirt and jeans right in front of us, including her own father, and standing there in just orange bra and thong said she was going to take a shower. Sofia lifted her face up and after making her dad lie on his back, sat down on his crotch and bringing her mouth closer to his lips poured Julie's milk into his mouth. He, of course, drank it like a thirsty man and even licked the last drop from Sofia's lips. "When will I drink your milk?" asked Jim putting his arms across Sofia's young tight bums "Soon, Daddy," she replied kissing his lips. "Hey, not before mine," interrupted Amber taking off her orange bra and revealing how round and firm her boobs were. As I sat there with my own tits exposed to them, I wondered why instead of being angry, sick or disgusted, I was loving the closeness, the fondness and openness. I also thought whether I would ever be this close to my own son. Sofia got up and went to the living room, while Amber stood there with her hands over her curvaceous hips and wearing only a thong began talking about her job with Julie. While they were busy discussing work, her father put his arm behind my back and started caressing it with his fingers. When I first felt his touch, it did startle me, but didn't react and sat there as he ran his fingers all over my back. Then moving his hand across my hip and then to my stomach, he slowly circled my bellybutton and touched my cleavage with his palm. When Amber saw his palm pressing my boobs, she lay down next to Julie and rested her semi-naked body on her elbow. Moving his hands toward my bare shoulders, Jim gently laid me down on the bed and began kissing my lips, neck and nipples, while my hand was all over his erect cock hiding under the shorts. He untied my red sarong and freed me of the blue panties as I unbuttoned his shorts and then helped him take off his white underwear. Putting one hand near my face, he guided his cock toward my wet vagina with his other hand and filled it with his throbbing dick. As he pushed it deeper into my pussy, I involuntarily arched my nude body in sheer pleasure. With both Julie and Amber watching us, I locked him in a tight embrace as he pushed his cock harder and his eager lips sought my big breasts and nipples. His lips were now biting and sucking my nipples and his hands were tightly pressing my tits, while his dick was feeling each and every part of my pussy. Jim's mouth was near my neck and his lips were kissing my ear, so turned my face and saw everybody standing near the door watching us. When I saw Sofia, Stevens and other looking at us, instead of feeling any shame the sight of them watching me, it sent my heart pounding faster and made me wetter. I knew it was all wrong, but getting fucked right in front of them was really turning out to be an out-of-this-world experience. Cupping my breasts tightly, Jim pushed his cock as deep as it could go and merging his cum with my juices came inside my soaked pussy. As he got up and left the room, Amber took me to bathroom and removing her thong, gave me a wash and after cleaning my vagina of my juices and her dad's cum brought me back to the bed where Steven was already waiting with his erect cock in his hands. He was apparently ready because he didn't spend time in foreplay or anything and went straight for my pussy. While he pushed his cock inside my vagina, Julie took off her robe and putting her hands on her dad's naked shoulders, with her face inches away from his mouth, brought her pussy to my mouth. So, while her own dad fucked my vagina with his dick and played with her big breasts with his hands, I serviced her pussy with my tongue and mouth. Steven began kissing his own daughter's lips and pink tits while pushing his cock harder and deeper into me. Julie suddenly tightened her vagina and burrowing her fingers into her dad's shoulders came all over my mouth and lips. When Steven saw his own daughter quivering her naked body in ecstasy and filling my mouth with her warm sour juices, he too couldn't control himself and filled my pussy with his cum. He then got up, kissed my lips and then his daughter's and went to the living room, while Sofia took Julie's place and her mother, Pat, took Steven's place. It was now the turn of ladies and we eat each other's pussies with great relish. They stayed for the night, and I was again fucked by them in my room later in the evening. It was nearly afternoon and everybody except Amber had left. I was in the bed talking with Julie, who wearing nothing at all, when the doorbell rang and Tim came. When he entered the room, Julie was facing me and her breasts were outside the cover, while I was totally under the duvet. "What do you want?" asked Julie when she saw him. Plopping himself on the bed, with his upper body resting on his elbows, he replied that he was hungry. "Go and eat," she replied. "I want this," he pointed toward her boobs. "OK," said Julie rolling her eyes and coming closer to him. Tim cupped her breasts tightly and taking her pink nipple in his mouth began drinking her warm milk. By now Amber, who was in jeans and shirt, was also there and she started telling him how we eat each other yesterday and how Steven and Jim had fucked me the whole day. Julie, whose duvet had slipped down her smooth thighs to reveal her stomach and pussy, caressed her brother's back and told Amber not to disturb Tim as he was hungry and wanted his sister's milk. After sucking her tit for more than ten minutes and then wiping his mouth with her trimmed brown pubic hair he placed his hand over my breasts and told me it was his turn. "Fair is fair. You can't leave him out," said Julie as she began opening his jeans belt. While Amber and Julie helped him undress, I took off my purple sarong and black panties and laid him on his back. Since his cock was already erect, thanks to his sister's nipples, he pushed it into my pussy and grabbing my breasts began fucking me while they watched. Julie lay down next to him and started kissing his nipples and running her hand all over his shoulders, neck and stomach. Amber, on the other hand, took off her jeans and taking his hand shoved his finger inside her vagina and began masturbating. Tim moved his other hand away from my breasts and began fingering his sister's pussy. So, he was now not only fucking me with his cock, but also screwing his sister and her friend with his fingers. Tim stayed with us for four hours or so and after fucking me twice and making Amber give him a blowjob left. Since it was already evening, we quickly packed our bags and took off to the retreat for the weekend. On the way, Julie told me that everybody was there, including Darren. When she told me that he would be there, a slight tingle went up my legs and my mind went racing at the thought of him seeing me not only topless, but also doing all sorts of things with both men and women. Just before arriving there, Amber asked me whether I had any hesitations. "No," I replied taking a deep breath and preparing myself for what was about to come. "Are you happy?" "Yes, I am," I admitted throwing my arms around her thighs. When we reached there people were still coming and after showing me our tent, Amber and Julie went to meet their parents. I was standing wearing only a sarong and panties when I heard somebody say, "I'm so glad to see you here." Turning around, I saw Darren standing there wearing only shorts and the biggest smile I had ever seen. Taking a good look at my naked breasts, pink nipples, bare stomach and thighs clearly exposed under the sarong, he embraced me in a tight hug, crushing my boobs against his broad chest. Putting his arms across my back, with his palms just over my bums, he kissed me on my lips and then admiring my tits added, "I heard both Stevens and Jim had lots of fun with them." When he said that my face became red and instead of answering him bowed my head and stared at the ground. Putting his hand below my chin, he lifted my face and quizzed, "I hope you enjoyed it, too." "I did," I whispered. "Thank you for joining the group," he said hugging me tightly again. "Do you have some time for your wife, or it's only mother from now on?" asked Julie entering the tent. Stretching his arm, Darren put his hands across her waist and embraced her, so now he had his arms across our waists and our bare breasts were pressed against his naked chest. "I missed you a lot," confessed Julie looking at his deep blue eyes. "I missed you too, love," he admitted putting his arms on her tight nice bums and laying her down on the bed. When I saw them kissing and touching each other, I tried to get out of the tent, but Darren put his hand on my arm and dragging me to the bed pleaded, "Stay with us, Mom," Julie, who wasn't wearing anything at all, pushed me next to her and kissing my lips added, "We want you with us." Darren took off his jeans and without batting an eyelid got rid of his underwear too and began sucking Julie's nipples and boobs. Although at first I did try not to look at his cock, but since he was moving a lot while kissing her sensuous naked body, my eyes did catch a glimpse or two and wasn't disappointed at all. He was now cupping her tits tightly and his dick was deep inside her pussy, when Julie turned her face toward me and taking his hand in her hand put it on my breast whispered, "Go to her first. She's been waiting for long." Darren looked at me, saw me eyeing him, so shifting his body toward me, untied my sarong and then taking off my panties entered the one place I had always wanted him to be in. I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his tight bums and welcomed his cock by tightening my vagina muscles as much as possible. He kissed me slowly on the lips, shoulders, neck and then biting my nipples whispered, "I love you, Mom," while his cock searched the depths of my pussy. "Fuck me hard, please," I urged digging my nails into his shoulders. Putting both hands on my big breasts, he began the slow but joyous journey of reaching orgasm by shoving his cock deeper into my wet vagina. As I neared ecstasy, my legs started quivering, my pupils became bigger and I kept arching my body as it became difficult to bear the sheer pleasure enveloping my whole body. Filing his cock with my juices, I bit my lip hard as I didn't want others to hear me moan and scream and then saw his body shake as he deposited his cum inside his own mom's pussy. He was lying on top of me, with his dick still inside me, while Julie was running her fingers through his dark black hair when Amber came to show me around the camp. Pressing her whole naked body over his bare back, she kissed his cheeks and neck and taking my hand took me to a tour of the place. Her and Julie's folks were still getting ready, so we kept walking and saw some people dancing to a Brazilian song in the center of the camp, others sitting under well-lit, while some were just talking. I noticed that some had come with their sons and daughters while others had brought their grandparents with them. What was also striking was that not all of them were naked, some were wearing robes or sarongs, but even those who were not wearing anything were comfortable with themselves. Amber, who had been coming to this camp since childhood, reminded me that while all of us were free to do whatever we want with whoever we want it was all consensual. If I wasn't in a mood I could always say no, although that doesn't mean I should refuse everybody as that would defeat the whole purpose. She also told me that I could choose anybody, even women and sons if I wanted. "Sons?" I queried looking at her smiling. "You've had your son, now choose somebody else's," she replied putting her arms over my bare shoulders. "Since this's your first night, you'll be with us, but anybody can ask you tomorrow. Are you ready for that? "So, how many times can they ask?" "Depends. I was asked so many times that it began to pain by the evening. For the first two days, I was continuously with them." "My God. That must've been tough." "Yea, I lost count that time. But then it eased off." By the time we returned from our walk, the mood was in full swing and I could see boys and girls, women and men touching, kissing and even giving blowjobs and making love in front of each other. Dads were with their daughters, mothers with sons, brothers with sisters and grandfathers with granddaughters. There were breasts, bums, cocks and vaginas engaged in various acts everywhere. We were near our place when the man who had accompanied the High Priestess came to me and told me that she wanted to see me. He took me to a well-lit and beautifully decorated tent where the High Priestess was standing completely naked and lighting a candle. Her long black hair was falling over her back, her broad hips were providing her tall full-figured body a lovely curve, while her voluptuous breasts were looking more inviting under the candle light. "Are you comfortable here," she queried turning her nude body toward me. "Yes, very much," I replied noticing that she had a dark bush of pubic hair just like me. "Fine. You'll spend tomorrow night with me," she ordered as she turned around and offered me a good look at her ample bums. Amber, who was waiting for me outside the tent, took my hand and we walked to where her and Julie's folks were. Jim and Steven were sitting on large comfortable chairs, while their wives were on couches talking to some women. Sofia was lying on the ground near their feet getting fucked by a man as she stroked another man's cock with her soft young hands. While I was watching the fascinating scene of Sofia having sex right in front of not only her mom and dad but everybody else, Julie and Darren came totally naked and told me that James was sleeping comfortably in his grandfather's tent. Amber and Julie went and sat down on their fathers' laps and both Jim and Steven began playing with their breasts. When Darren saw me standing there alone admiring the closeness of fathers and daughters, he patted his lap, so went and sat down on his muscular thighs and started touching his cock with my hand and rubbing it against my naked smooth fleshy thigh. Retreat Pt. 01 I'd set the cruise control but it didn't matter; I could hardly keep my foot off of the accelerator. Every few minutes I would look down and see the speedometer reading 115 to 120 km/hr, the posted speed limit was 100. Once again I would sigh and pull my foot away from the accelerator letting the needle drop back to an acceptable 105. Was I in a hurry? Yes. Was I excited? Certainly. Being so made this drive seem like an eternity. It had been months since we'd been together, but now we were each travelling to rendezvous in a small town about half-way between us. We were finally meeting again. I had a 3 hour drive, Joanne, a little less, but I was determined to get there first. I wanted to be there waiting for her rather than have her wait - I'm a bit old fashioned I guess. As I drove, my mind drifted back to the previous summer. I was working in her small city and we had met on an online dating service. We were then and are now in relationships, but then and now are each seeking... something... One thing we each looked for in the past meetings was the undivided attention and passion that comes with a new relationship. We found it that summer. The excitement was palpable. The passion was hot. The pleasure was strong and the caresses were soft... and lingering. As I drove, my memory drifted back to our earlier times. Often I remembered us simply socializing as we dined or drove or simply chatted. We were just enjoying being together - we did truly enjoy each other's company. I remembered the social times fondly, but in the months past when I felt alone, my mind turned to the moments we shared that were less platonic ... in my hotel. My mind invariably returned to the passionate times, the erotic times. Episodes we shared with our bodies entwined, our excitement climbing, our senses reeling and our heartbeats racing. The memory of our erotic passion is what was driving me to go faster now as I pressed the accelerator enroute to Joanne. I pulled into the resort and made a conscious check of the parking area looking for her car. I was happy that I didn't see it here with her waiting in it for me. I proceeded to the reception area, stopped and got out of my SUV and entered the building. A pretty receptionist worked me through my reservation details; I signed the paperwork and received the key cards. I had found this resort online. It was not luxurious, but it was clean, had good reviews and most importantly was not a simple hotel. "Robin Lake Cabins" was comprised completely of private, rustic looking cabins. The 20 odd cabins were laid out in a loose row along the shore of, obviously, Robin Lake. The place had a romantic feel. It was sure to be frequented by honeymooners, people on anniversaries and also, like us, people making a secret getaway... Couples seeking a private romantic getaway were obviously the intended clientele of the resort as half of the cabins were 'Honeymoon Suites.' It was one of these suites that I had reserved. I pulled my vehicle out of the reception area taking direction from a sign that pointed me to a narrow lane disappearing into the forest. I followed this lane past cabin 1, 2, 3... until I pulled up to cabin 16. After I stopped I sent Joanne a note letting her know what cabin I was in, and that I was patiently waiting for her. Almost immediately she sent back that she thought she was only a few minutes away. It was quite a romantic little cabin. The main room had rough wood planking covering the walls. The King Size bed was set to the right side of the room. What caught one's eye though was the Jacuzzi tub. It was almost out of place in this rustic setting. Two doors led out of the main room. I peeked into one I saw a small but functional kitchen. The other door led to a nicely appointed washroom with 'his and her' sinks. Near the Jacuzzi there was a sitting area that included a table with 2 chairs and a leather sofa. The cabin must have been closed up for a while as it had a slight musky smell. I opened the window in the sitting area about halfway to get some fresh air. I closed the blinds on the window thinking there would be a pretty good show in a few minutes if someone was to look in the window. I took the opportunity to unpack my vehicle. I took my bag in, hung my clothes and was just washing up when I heard a light 'Tap, Tap' on the door. Although I was already excited, my heart leapt in eagerness at the sound. I caught my breath to compose myself and went to the door. Drawing the door open, I saw her. She was grinning and her eyes were wide in excitement. She looked great - I was excited to see her. Immediately I reached out my hand to take her arm. I pulled her to me and we fell into a wet deep kiss. She dropped the bag that was in her hand and wrapped both her arms around me. With my arm behind her I drew her closer to me as we continued to kiss at the threshold. Our tongues met and thrashed in wanton passion. We both knew why we were here. We both wanted this and we were eager for it. Although we had been together sexually, it was only a few times and it was long ago. This reunion gave us the best of both worlds. The excitement of being with a new lover without the apprehension of being with a new lover... Our kiss was deep and our bodies clung together. We were hot, horny and eager. Our passionate kissing left nothing to doubt as to where this was leading, and it was leading there soon. I pulled my lips from hers as I kissed her cheek and held her close. My lips traced little kisses on her face then down her jaw line to her exposed neck. She turned her head to allow me access as I nuzzled her neck. Taking little sucking nips on her soft skin I kissed and nuzzled along the side of her neck, following her flesh behind her ear up to her hairline. I gently held her ear lobe in my teeth then as I pulled her even closer to me I whispered, "I'm gonna make you cum soooo hard..." She groaned and wilted in my arms. Clinging to me in an obviously very aroused state it appeared that she liked the prospect. Regaining her strength, Joanne placed her hand on the back of my neck and hoarsely whispered, "Are you?... Are you gonna make me cum?" "MmmmHmmm" I answered nibbling on her earlobe. "I'm gonna lick your pussy until you cum all over me... Then I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you as long and as hard as I can..." "Oh my God!!..." she managed to say as she stepped toward me bringing us past the threshold into the cabin. "I need to use the washroom. I'll be right back," she spoke as she pulled herself quickly away from me. "It's right there" I said pointing to the washroom door. She scurried off and I picked up her bag and closed and locked the cabin door. I set her bag down neat the bed then went to my bag and pulled led a bottle of wine from it. Rummaging through the cupboard I found two wine glasses and a corkscrew. I uncorked the wine and poured us each a glass and took them to the bed. Setting the wine glasses on a bedside table I drew back the covers then lounged back on the bed just as Joanne was coming out of the washroom. "Care for a some wine?" I asked. "Yes please... I need something to settle my nerves." "Come... Sit..." I said patting the bed beside me as I handed her a glass of wine. "Lovers can be good friends" I said grinning as I held out my glass. "MMmmHmm" she offered as she clinked her glass against mine then took a sip. "I love his moment, don't you?" I asked. "Being here?" "No...well not exactly... I mean this sense of anticipation. Don't you feel the energy here - the electricity?" "MMMmmmm Yes... it's fantastic. I love it... " "Me too." She leaned into me and I kissed her again. It was not a frantic kiss, it was more controlled but still powerful. "I'm so horny for you right now," I told her. "MMmm Me too..." she replied as I kissed her lips. I took the top button of her blouse into my hands and unfastened it. I unhooked the next and then the next button. As I reached into her open blouse I laid my hand on her warm breast. She moaned as I gently held her breast and kissed her. This moment was passionate without being frenzied. It was sensual, very sensual, erotic but controlled. The trip she took to the bathroom had calmed me down and I was able to maintain some measure of composure. Breaking our kiss I said, "I want you naked. I want us both naked and on the bed," "MMmmmHhhmmm... Yes. Let's do that. I want to feel you inside me." The thought of having my hard cock inside of her is all I've been thinking about for the whole drive and I felt a twitch at hearing her say it. "MMMmm, I so want to make love to you right now..." I told her as I touched my fingers to her exposed skin... "But I'm not going to." She looked up at me in surprise. "Nope," I told her, "I want to enjoy you first." I lightly traced my finger along her skin and told her, "I want to kiss and caress and hold and massage and lick and touch and rub and kiss and caress and feel you... I want to keep this feeling... this anticipation - this eagerness ... This anticipation is the greatest feeling I know..." I continued. "I want to have time to appreciate you first... THEN I want to make love to you... Let's not rush it...we have hours and hours..." "Oh God - Yes. I love that...You can appreciate me all you want. I'm in no rush..." she responded. "MmmM . That's good, I love to touch and caress and feel you... Tease you...taste your" I said as I leaned in to kiss her again. Again, still she was eager for my kisses and pushed her tongue into my mouth as I reached behind her to unfasten her bra. I pinched and squeezed the clasp of her bra but the clasp fought me at every turn. I reached my other hand behind her to work at it. I was feeling like a teenager in the backseat of Dad's car. She broke the kiss and smiled, "Let me look after me, and you look after you" she said. "I was seduced before I got here... You don't need to be coy about it..." I smiled, "Sure... that'd be easier. Besides I'll love to watch you undress." We each stood and as I was unbuttoning my shirt then undoing my pants my eyes never left her. She knew I was watching. She looked at me - made eye contact and smiled as she wriggled out of her shirt then that damn bra. She cast her shirt and bra into the corner where her bag sat, then turned toward me topless. I was aroused before but now seeing her partially clothed I was hard. I could feel the eagerness of my cock pulsing in my pants. As I unbuttoned my shirt I watched mesmerized as she unfastened her pants and slid them down her thighs. Watching a woman pull her pants down is the single sexiest thing in the world. My pulsing cock screamed to be released as I watched Joanne first slide down her pants, and then her panties. There she was in all her beauty and I was thrilled. I quickly cast off my pants, underwear and socks reached for her hand and led her to the bed. We fell into the bed wrapping our arms around each other, pulling each other close. My lips found hers and as we kissed the feel of her naked skin on mine was intoxicating, my head spun in arousal and anticipation as I felt her body against mine. I drew my mouth away from hers, and lightly kissed her face. I drew back letting my eyes take her all in again. "Would you like a backrub?" I asked. "Mmmm, Yes, I'd love one." I gave her a light peck of a kiss on her lips and said "Lay on your tummy...relax and let me enjoy giving you one..." Joanne rolled onto her front, turned her head to the side as she lay her head on a pillow wrapping her arms around it. Her naked back was exposed to me. The sight of her naked, knowing she wanted this as much as I did was making my arousal palpable. I was swimming in excitement, lust, passion and simple erotic pleasure. I opened the nightstand drawer to retrieve the massage oil. Opening the bottle I poured some in my hand then set the bottle down. I could just notice the light scent of the fruit flavoured oil. I felt the slickness of the oil as it warmed in my hands while I rubbed them together. The oil was near dripping onto Joanne as I slid my fingers together and apart, covering my hands and warming the oil. Once I felt the oil was sufficiently warmed, I lay both slippery hands on Joanne's back. She moaned lightly in appreciation and total submission to my actions as I slowly but deliberately ran my palms down both sides of her spine, leaving a slick trail from her lower back to her neck. The oil glistened on her light skin and I ran my hands slowly up and down her back watching her skin flex and roll with my motions. With steady strong pressure my hands coasted over the skin of her back - top to bottom - left to right, leaving a slick trail everywhere my hands had been. In mirror image my hands travelled across her flesh as I rubbed and massaged Joanne's back and sides applying more and less pressure. Always moving slowly and deliberately I was coaxed on by Joanne's light murmurs of appreciation. By the time her back was covered with oil it was spread out pretty thin on her skin, so I again reached for the bottle of oil. As I opened the bottle, I held it up over her back and squeezed the soft bottle drizzling the oil across her back. Joanne flinched only slightly as the cool oil touched her warmed skin. I watched in erotic pleasure as the oil fell on her exposed skin. I painted her back with a light stream of oil in a zigzag pattern then proceeded down each leg with a stream of oil. I was generous with the oil as I intended to massage Joanne completely and I loved the feeling of her soft skin covered in oil. With the oil still oozing from the bottle I lay a stream of slick oil across the exposed cheeks of her ass, then after a pause squeezed a deliberate stream down the crack of Joanne's her ass. I watched as the oil leaked down her ass to her tight bum along the crease there to her eager pussy. She wiggled in response to the oily sensation now sliding between her cheeks and across her hot little slit. Setting the bottle down I started to roam my hands over Joanne's back again. Her skin was now even more slick and I was in a state of barely controlled erotic bliss as I slid my hands along her back, her arms, her legs, her feet. Each motion was met with a groan of pleasure, or a quick inhale of excitement from Joanne, and almost as often a moan of arousal from me. I moved from beside Joanne to kneeling between her legs. She spread her legs to accommodate me and as she did I could see the glistening lips of her shaved pussy. It took all the control I had not to lean forward and slide my hard cock between those slick lips. I could tell Joanne was eager for this too. The act of spreading her legs with me between them was obviously an erotic feeling to her, this I could tell as she was lifting her ass offering her eager slit to me. I did not take that offer - yet... I wanted to tease her - prepare her - arouse her - stimulate her, make her so very hot that when she came she positively exploded with release. With Joanne's ass raised in offer to me I slipped a pillow under her hips and she lowered herself against it. I took her ass in my hands and massaged it, caressing the soft skin. I pressed the skin of her ass in my hands and felt my arousal growing as I watched my hands manipulate her soft flesh. I moved my hands from Joanne's ass to rub her legs and back again. Since I was now kneeling between her legs as I leaned forward to rub along her back I felt my cock laid against her slick, slippery ass. Joanne felt it too and she rocked against me to try to draw my hard cock into her wanton wet pussy. I let my cock slip down the slick crack of her ass and as it neared her pussy she pushed back to draw it in. As I felt the tip of my cock near her wet opening I moved back not letting her have it. She tried again to slide her wetness onto my hard cock, and again I dogged her. She knew now I was teasing her. She was as horny and as hot as I was but I wanted to tease her and get her to the brink of her excitement. She struggled to line herself up on my cock, "Ugghh, Let me feel it... I want it inside me!!" "NUh, Uh," I told her, "You don't reeeeeaaaly want it yet." "Oh yes, yes I do... I want your cock in me..." "Nope," I teased as I dropped my hips letting the tip of my cock crease her lips. Immediately Joanne pushed back against me to try to impale herself on my cock, but I was anticipating her and pulled back, keeping my cock from slipping inside her. "OH! That's mean" she moaned. "Mmmm ... You love it" I replied. Feeling her hot pussy against my hard throbbing cock was incredible though and it was all I could do not to drive my hips forward to bury my cock into her. I was able to restrain myself though and instead pulled my hips back and drew my hands down her back. As my slippery fingers reached her ass I began to caress and massage it. Joanne was quite aroused by now and immediately responded to my massage. Again she lifted her ass in the air in eagerness. I let my fingers wander down her legs and between them slowly moving my motions closer and closer to her eager pussy. I slid my hands further between her legs and let my fingers just brush her pussy. "AAHHhhh" she moaned and spread her legs further encouraging more and deeper access. She lay on the bed naked and oily. Her legs were spread and she was breathing heavy in excitement and anticipation. It was all I could take and I bent down and took a long wet lick across her exposed wet pussy. "AAHHHH!!" she groaned as she withered under me. I again gave her slit a long wet lick and felt her respond to it as she moaned aloud again. "Come lay on your back," I said. Immediately she complied, apparently eager for more attention of my tongue on her sex. She rolled over, looked at me with a smile as she spread her legs inviting me to her slick wet slit. She knew what I wanted and was as eager to have it as I was to give it to her. I moved to the bottom of the bed and positioned myself between Joanne's legs. I leaned toward her, giving her inner thighs light nips and wet kisses. As I kissed and licked my way up her thighs Joanne was starting to squirm under me trying to bring her wetness to my mouth. As I got close to her puffy lips I smelt the aroma her wanton sex - she was positively oozing wetness in arousal. The scent of her pussy was a huge turn on and I am eager to taste it again. I reach out with tip of my tongue and just barely brush it against her bulging lips. She throws her hips forward and tries to grind herself against me. I pull back and only let her have the momentary touch of my tongue. As Joanne settles back onto the bed, I again flick my tongue across her wet slit. She thrusts against me and I pull back again. She drops her hips to the bed and I once more take a lick along her slit - this time a little stronger. Again Joanne thrusts her hips to me and as she does I bury my face into her wetness. All my senses are alive now as I taste her, smell her, see her, feel her and hear her excitement. I bury my tongue inside her as she grinds against me. The bridge of my nose is her lever as she rocks her clit on me in excitement. Wrapping my arms around her legs I draw her to me. I hold her tight as I ecstatically keep my face buried in her crotch then ease off enough to take long long wet licks along her oozing wet slit. Joanne has settled into the stimulation now and as she moans and whines in appreciation as I lick along her tasty pussy. I LOVE the taste of her juices, and she is generous with them now in her excitement - her slick secretions cover my face. Retreat Pt. 01 Long licks and little flicks across her slit soon have Joanne moaning in a steady rhythmic whimper. I love to do this and by all appearances Joanne is appreciating it. Light flicks of my tongue on her clit at infrequent moments are doing the trick tonight and Joanne is rapidly getting more and more aroused. Her moans are getting more vocal and rhythmic and her thrusts have more meaning against me as I focus on her pleasure, following the leads her body is giving me. As she demonstrates more and more excitement I try to hold her still and take continued long wide licks along her lips interspersed with probing licks and light clitoral flicks. Her obvious excitement is mine as well and as she humps my face I feel the excitement gathering in my cock and balls. I am loving the taste of Joanne's pussy. As much as my tongue on her is bringing her along the journey to the orgasm she is seeking, her taste, scent and sound are exciting me as well. I am getting so horny now that I am torn between keeping doing what I am doing and climbing up and sinking my now rock hard cock into her tasty wet pussy. I know I am way too horny though. If I were to have Joanne's pussy wrapped around my hard dick it would feel so so fantastic that I know I would cum before her. So although I would so love to be inside her I decide to finish the job I have started and continue to lap, lick and flick Joanne's eager pussy. She is getting more and more excited now. Every long lick is met with more of a gasp than a whimper. I can sense her approaching orgasm, Joanne is becoming less controlled now as her arousal mounts. Her slit is becoming more and more wet. Her musky juice oozes onto her lips from her eager cavity. I make more deliberate actions as she gets close to her climax. I lap and lick her lips and clit as she humps and rocks against my tongue, lips and face. She is getting close now. Suddenly she reaches out and grabs me by the hair and pulls my face hard into her juicy quivering slit. With a crash it comes and hits her hard. I feel her rock in response as the waves of her orgasm wash over her. Her juices fill my mouth as I flick my tongue along and between her lips as Joanne rocks against me continuing to hold my face against her hot juicy wet slit as she cums hard on my face. Slowly, as her twitches fade, her grip on my hair eases and I ease away from her quivering lips and rest my head on her tummy. Joanne gives a murmuring exhale of bliss as she comes down from her orgasm. I kiss her tummy then up her chest giving light dry kisses on her skin. I kiss her chin and although I am covered in her juices I proceed to her face and give her a gentle warm kiss on the lips. "Oh my God!! That was wonderful... I owe you one." "Not at all... I loved doing it. You are delicious, and I love to watch you cum." Retreat to Eremenos The two figures, looking handsome together, stood at the doorway of the rambling adobe house on the heights overlooking old Santa Fe. They were standing close together, silhouetted shadows as seen from inside the house, where, in the great room beyond the foyer, small groups of people gathered in proximity - but not too near - a long trestle table, drinking wine and talking in subdued tones. The woman, tall and thin, her skin tanned and weather-beaten without distracting in any way from her finely chiseled features, gave the impression of a Native American princess, accentuated by the long, plaited braid cascading down her back and the beaded band around her head. Her tawny-colored, long, form-fitting dress was of some sort of suede that matched the moccasins on her feet. The desert artist Lillian Vain, one of the centers of the Santa Fe art community in the early twentieth century, had gone native, but, in doing so, had set styles for the art community nationwide. Standing with her, closer to her, and speaking in low, measured tones was the Western novelist, Edward Deal. Lillian was a tall woman, but Edward towered over her, and the bulk of him, distributed perfectly over a well-muscled body, made the spine-of steel artist of the desert look almost delicate and feminine. Eschewing the effects of the "gone native" artists' community, which Deal only skirted the edges of, as he was a man's man who valued his individuality and isolation, Deal was dressed in an elegant black suit. His salt-and-pepper hair was close cropped and his mustache well trimmed. He came by his muscular physique honestly, as he was a man of the mountains, although wealthy and well-educated enough to dominate in dignified parlors and who wrote novels of rugged men overcoming the brutal natural obstacles of the West. Lying on the trestle table in the great room was a simple wooden casket encasing the remains of Lillian's husband of twenty years, William Ware, sculptor of bronze statues of cowboys on bucking horses that were represented in nearly every major museum in the United States and Europe. Edward, the closet neighbor to Lillian and the artist community gathered about the Wares, albeit his ranch was five miles distant, was just leaving, having come to pay his last respects. "It was so good of you to come, Ed. And I much appreciate what you have offered to do for Alo. If he agrees to it, so do I. It is very generous of you to offer." "Where is the lad? I haven't seen him since we all went back to Chicago to see him graduate from that private school and then brought him back here. He's grown into such a fine-looking young man, Lillian. Has he decided which college he will go to - or what he wants to do in life? An artist like you and Bill? He's so good with his hands. His wood carvings already are first rate." "Who knows what Alo wants?" Lillian said, with a tone hovering between wistful and distracted - her mind was still on the composition she had been working on early in the morning before William's friends had started to gather for the last viewing. "Alo was distant from Bill and me even before we sent him to school in Chicago. I have no idea what he wants, although he has mentioned writing novels, as you do. But he hasn't come in from his room for the viewing. I think he took Bill's suicide personally." How could he not, Edward wondered as he raised Lillian's hand to his lips. Neither Bill nor Lillian had had much room in their artistic lives for the son and only child, who had come to them almost as a surprise. A beautiful boy, always, who they had named Alo, Hopi for "spiritual guide," and who they had promptly turned over to servants and minor artists worshipping at Lillian's and Bill's feet to raise. Only those close to the family called the handsome young man, barely in his majority, Alo now. To most in the world, he was Al, and when they wanted to be formal, they mistakenly called him Allen. The young man seemed to prefer the separation from his parents' inattentive world, so when alone with him Edward called him Allen too. "Perhaps, Lillian," Edward said gently, "We shouldn't talk too much about Bill's death being a suicide. It's so distressing to the art world, and probably is doubly so to Alo, coming as it did right after our return from Chicago. Alo was all aglow from having graduated and having his summer here with the two of you stretching out before him. The death must have crushed him. That's why I've offered to take him with me on my writing retreat for the summer. This probably isn't a place he should be now." If this was a veiled rebuke for Lillian, a suggestion that the wife had no need for the son or vice versa in this time of tragedy, Lillian didn't seem to discern it. "Death is what it is, Edward. We have lived our life honestly. Bill would not have taken his life if he wanted to hide his pain. It was his health, you know." It was not his health, Edward thought. How little you knew of your husband, he mused, although all he did was look sympathetically into those beautiful milky-blue eyes of hers and cluck his regrets. As he was standing out on the porch and Lillian was still in the doorway, Edward said, "If he would prefer not being here today, please tell him he's welcome to come over to my place through dinner. He can come back tonight after the . . . after Bill has been taken away to the mortuary." "Thank you, Ed, I'm sure that would relieve us all." Edward had spoken what he had just now because he was aware that Alo was at an open window farther down the porch line and could hear every word he said. As Edward moved down along the front of the porch in that direction to unhitch his horse from the porch rail, he looked up directly into the young man's eyes, receiving, as he hoped, a look of relief and affection. An hour later Alo rode up to a wooden ranch house far smaller and less pretentious than his parents' rambling adobe mansion set in a compound with smaller artists' matching adobe houses circling it. Edward was far richer than his parents were, even though they also were wealthy, but Edward carried his "frontier man" rough and simple persona through to his dwelling. The ranch house wasn't small, but, beyond the great room with its soaring cathedral ceiling and varnished oak cross beams openly showing how the house was constructed, there were just two bedrooms; two baths; a large eat-in kitchen, where the housekeeper reigned and left shortly after noon everyday for her own family ranch four miles away; and a large study, where Edward wrote his novels when he was in residence. Alo walked into the house without knocking, turned right in the great room, and walked down a dark corridor, past the study on one side and the extra bedroom, bath, and storage room on the other side to the door at the end of the corridor leading into the large master bedroom. Edward was lying on the large bed, his torso propped up by pillows covered in Native American textiles. He was dressed his black trousers and starched white dress shirt and had a book open on his lap. He looked up at Alo standing in the doorway, took his wire-rimmed spectacles off, laid them on the nightstand on top of the book he was reading, and beckoned to the young man. "Come to me, Allen. Come as I like to have you." Alo lay sprawled on top of Edward, facing up, his right leg extended across the bed and his left leg bent over Edward's left arm. Edward's right arm was laced under Alo's right armpit, with Edward's hand cupping Alo's chin and lifting the young man's face up to his in a deep kiss. The perfectly formed, naked body of the young blond Alo was writhing slowly on Edward's lap as the fingers of Edward's left hand dug into Alo's channel, snaked up to the young man's prostate, and worked him there until Alo's cock had hardened. When it had, and still possessing the young man's mouth with his, Edward grasped Alo's cock and stroked the young man to an ejaculation. "You are so beautiful," Edward whispered when Alo had come for him. The older man had released Alo's mouth but not his cock, which he continued to stroke slowly. "I want you to fully possess me. Fuck me now. Please," Alo whispered. "I've told you. I can't now. Soon, though, if you come with me this summer." "Come with you? Where?" "I've talked with your mother. I am going on retreat for the summer to a dude ranch, a special kind of ranch, in the Grand Tetons in Idaho. I wish to take you with me. Take you from here. Make you a man. Your body is beautiful as it is, but you can work with the cowboys and become even more hard-bodied." "Is that what you want - you want me to be more hard-bodied before you fuck me? Because I will do that. I'll put on more muscle if that's what you want, if that's what it takes. Or don't you think I am serious about wanting you? I've wanted you for years." "Yes, I think you are serious about it," Edward said with a sigh. "And I want you too." "Is it because you are such good friends with my parents?" "No, lad, it isn't. It's because I want my men experienced. I get no joy out of fucking virgins." "You will give me these hand jobs and you will suck me off - but you haven't let me do that for you yet - and yet I'm not experienced enough for you?" "Have you let any other man fuck you? Has another man had his cock inside you?" "No," Alo answered in a small voice, hesitating a bit as if he was weighing what the effect would be to lie and say he'd already been fucked. "It is you I want." "Well, I will have no man who isn't well-fucked. Don't ask me to explain. Do you want me enough to let other men break you in first?" Alo hesitated, but then, in a determined voice, he said, "Yes. If that's what it takes, I will do it. But how?" "Go with me this summer to the Eremenos Ranch in the shadow of the Tetons. It's a ranch solely for men. Men there will prepare you for me. If you want me, that is what you will have to do. We can be lovers in the fullest sense by July. Will you come with me?" "Yes," Alo whispered. "And I feel you hard again," Edward said. "Will you come for me again now." "Yes," Alo whispered as he moaned and lifted his face to Edward's for another deep, lingering kiss as Edward's stroking of his cock increased in intensity. * * * * The train ride from Santa Fe to the end of the rails was a grueling one as far as Edward and Alo were concerned, entailing boarding the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe line, headed north to Chicago; getting off in Omaha; and picking up the Union Pacific line, aboard the Overland Limited, headed west. The journey by rail took five days in 1915, and the closest rail stop to the Idaho side of the Grand Tetons was Green River, Wyoming, in the south of that new state. Green River had burgeoned in size - but was still not large - with the passage of the railroad through there having been completed in 1868. From Green River it was another five-day ride by stagecoach over rough dirt tracks north to Driggs, Idaho. The Eremenos Ranch, tucked into a finger of the Teton Valley, projecting into the Grand Tetons on their western slope, was another five-hour ride on horseback. Fully private compartments and carriages were a rarity on the run north and existed on the Union Pacific run west primarily to serve industrial and railroad magnates. So, semiprivate compartments were the best that Edward could obtain. When he and Alo were the only ones in such a compartment during segments of travel between station stops, though, Edward would lower the curtains to the corridor; turn the lock in the door; pull Alo onto his lap, with the young man's trousers on the floor at his feet; and finger fuck and stroke Alo to an ejaculation. In this way he kept the young man keyed up for him and continuing to beg for a fuck that Edward would not provide. Edward fully expected to make Alo his. He just felt he had good reason to fully prepare for it. For years he had intended to make Alo his when the lad reached his majority, and everything he had done in relating to Alo as the young man grew up was to prepare for this relationship without scaring the young man away. In this situation, so near to his goal, though, he needed to exercise supreme restraint, no matter how hard that was for him to do. He needed to do it right so as not to ruin it altogether. On the stagecoach ride north from Green River, there was a driver and relief driver in the driver's box and a young Mexican man to do the hauling chores, who sometimes sat on top of the stage coach, amongst the luggage, and sometimes in the stagecoach, when it was raining. There were two other paying passengers, in addition to Edward and Alo, composed of an elderly missionary couple en route to working on and spreading the gospel to an Indian reservation. It rained during the first day of travel, and the Mexican, Pedro, rode inside the carriage, sitting beside the missionary couple, with the massively large Edward sitting across from Pedro and Alo sitting beside Edward. During the trip Edward and Pedro exchanged several glances that Alo didn't particularly appreciate, but he wanted Edward so badly that he wouldn't say anything. That night they camped on the north bank of the Muddy River, which honestly earned its name. They camped near the home compound of a ranch by arrangement. The ranch family provided meals, although the passengers and drivers slept in tents by a campfire. The second day of the journey took them to the small town of Kemmerer, where, once again, they camped in a small grove of trees at a ranch that provided meals. Edward had been moody the whole day, even though the weather was good. Pedro was riding on top of the stagecoach. That evening, as the passengers and drivers gathered from walks they had taken after their evening meal to stretch their aching limbs from a full day's ride in a lurching coach with inadequate springs, Alo noticed that Edward and Pedro had not yet returned. First Pedro returned, stumbling and looking distressed, and lurched into the tent he was to share with the drivers. Edward entered the camp soon thereafter, whistling and almost strutting. Edward and Alo shared a tent. The previous night, Edward had managed to embrace Alo and quietly stroke him to ejaculation. This second night, though, he merely turned over, with his back to Alo, after a furtive kiss on the lips, and drifted off into snoring. The next morning, as they were loading the stagecoach, Alo noticed there was no Pedro. So did the missionary couple. The husband of the couple asked the driver about this, and the driver gave a scowl and said that Pedro had taken ill in the night and would be left at the hosting ranch to recover. When the missionaries turned away, though, Alo saw the driver's scowl turn toward Edward, who was in good spirits and not paying much attention to the loading at all. Alo felt tense the entire day of the ride northwest, across the Idaho state line, and to an encampment on the banks of Bear Lake. The tail end of the Tetons now clearly were in sight to the north. Edward continued humming to himself and engaging in discussions with the missionary couple that Alo knew didn't really interest the novelist at all - and weren't providing anything he could use in his writing, which was normally the only topics that could loosen Edward's tongue. It also seemed to Alo that Edward didn't want to be engaging in discussions with him. But that evening, after the meal and while the drivers were setting the tents up, Edward asked Alo to take a walk with him along the banks of Bear Lake. In a hidden little forested ravine leading down to the shore of the lake, Alo disrobed at Edward's request and took a dip in the water. Edward remained dressed, watching Alo from the bank. When Alo came out of the water and had dried off with his shirt, Edward pulled the young man into his lap and finger fucked and stroked him to an ejaculation, while covering his face with kisses. Alo had tried to be standoffish and certainly was showing Edward he was ticked about something, but Edward ignored this until after he had made the young man come for him - an activity that Alo was lost to as soon as Edward initiated it. "Tell me what's wrong, Allen," Edward said. "Pedro. You - " "Yes, I fucked him. And we might as well establish right now that I will fuck other men during our relationship. But if you wind up living with me, as I hope you will, I will always be coming home to you. That doesn't mean I will tolerate you fucking other men after this summer. That is just the way it will be. Do you understand me?" "Yes," Alo answered, trying to keep the whine out of his voice. "But, why would you fuck Pedro and not -?" "I established that Pedro let men fuck him. He was experienced. I needed the relief. You can't imagine how frustrating it is to be near you like I have been on this journey and not to find sexual relief." "But . . . anytime you wanted me, you could . . . and Pedro, when he returned . . . Oh, Edward. Oh!" Edward had moved down Alo's body and taken the young man's cock in his mouth and was sucking it. Alo was lost to him. Edward had only rarely done this for him before, and Alo was transported to the clouds overhead, completely lost to any more questions he might have about Pedro. * * * * A man introducing himself as Henry - but saying most called him Hal - met Edward and Alo at the stagecoach stop in the town of Driggs, Idaho. The stop was in front of a saloon and the man came out of that wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He was a big, strapping redhead, who Alo thought was maybe five years older than he was. Alo wished that he could go into the saloon too, but civilization had reached this little town in the shadows of the towering Grand Tetons. He wasn't old enough. It didn't matter that his parents had let him drink from the moment he'd said he wanted to try it. Of course, that had worked as they probably wanted it to. Since it wasn't forbidden and he wasn't at all impressed with his first drunken state, he had only drunk in moderation since then. He started to tell Edward that he might like to have a drop to assuage the dust of the long journey, but he stopped when he saw the assessing look Edward was giving Hal. In any event, in a short time they were on horseback and on their way east, toward the plain at the base of the foothills into the Tetons. Edward, Alo, and Hal were each astride a horse, and two other pack horses carried their luggage. Edward didn't travel light. While they rode, Alo asked, out of curiosity, "I don't understand why the ranch is named Eremenos. Is that an Indian word?" "No, it's because of what happens at the ranch," Hal answered. But then, looking like maybe he wasn't supposed to say anything, he clamped his ruggedly square jaw shut. Edward looked over to the cowboy and said, "Eremenos? You?" The man laughed. "I'm twenty-five, and, no, that was never me." Edward sighed and looked away from the man. He turned to Alo and said, "It's not an Indian word. It's a Greek word. As this young man has said, it signals, although doesn't dwell on the actual import of the word, the business of the ranch to those of us who are interested." "How so?" Alo asked. "Eremenos is Greek for a young man, a boy really, younger than you by a few years, who accommodates an Erastes, like me. An older man." "An older man?" Alo asked, still not getting it. "Older men who fuck boys, young boys, sometimes as young as nine years old, during the ancient Greek period," Edward said, with an amused look on his face. "To keep it legal in these United States - even in Idaho now - it's younger men rather than boys. It's like Alexander the Great and his young lover, Hephaestion. It was quite common and acceptable in Greek times. The gods did it - Zeus fucked the young Ganymede. And the Thebans were said to have three regiments made of seasoned warriors and their young male lovers. The Greeks married, of course, but they also were permitted to have boys to fuck. I guess 'Hephaestion' wouldn't be readily pronounceable for a ranch name, though. Eremenos is pretentious enough. But I'm sure it does the job for advertising what you can get at the ranch - or near enough if you take into account how young the Eremenos can be." Retreat to Savannah Was that really him I'd seen at the graveside, I wondered. It was more than a glimpse and he looked at me in recognition, but then Julio had taken my elbow so possessively, so intent on showing how close he was to Avis and me—or to me, at least. When I'd given him his moment of recognition, I looked back at where I was sure I'd seen David. But he was gone. I pulled the collar of my coat up to my ears and shuddered. Fuckin' long Chicago winters. Frozen stiff by the wind whipping off the lake. How did they manage to chip out a hole to put Avis in? Not that Avis was in that coffin they were lowering. She'd wanted the pageantry and the attention of a full burial, but she wasn't there. She'd been cremated and her ashes scattered on top of Pedernal Mountain in New Mexico from her beloved Piper Cub plane that she was fond of being photographed next to even if she'd never learned to fly. Thus, her ashes were being symbolically superimposed on those of Georgia O'Keefe. And it wasn't because they had been buddies. Avis would do anything she could, even in death, to upstage O'Keefe. Not that anyone here, but Julio and I, knew she wasn't in this coffin. She had trusted me to reveal the truth when the sales of her art started to flag—when she needed a boost to connect her to O'Keefe. That was Avis. Always playing the angles, even beyond death. And nearly everything about her fake—except for her art. Her art was genuine, so far eclipsing mine that I'd stuck with her these last five years, living in her shadow, but gratefully so. Doing everything I could to soak up her skill and her inspiration. Now I'd be flying solo. Or would be if it wasn't for Julio, still standing close beside me, a "comforting" hand on an elbow. As if I were going to throw myself into the open grave in grief. Avis would like that, I'm sure. But there were enough photographers around this gravesite to hold off the need to play the Pedernal Mountain ash dump for a couple of years. There was truth in Avis' art, I'd grant her that. But it wasn't anywhere else that I could see in Avis' vicinity. It certainly wasn't in our five-year robbing-the-cradle marriage. That had been one of convenience from the start, me on the rebound from David and Avis thinking she needed to make the right statement. The statement had to be about men—and young and stylish men—as she'd had her name linked to a pro women's tennis player, and Avis' big art clients weren't that liberal and forgiving. Her real issue was with men, but being hooked up with black truck driver types wasn't seen as in her image interest either. The young up-and-coming artist out of the Savannah College of Arts and Design, SCAD, with the Old Family Charleston background, was just what she needed to rejuvenate her image. The marriage was a sham from the beginning, of course, but I wanted a totally opposite reaction to the breakup with David, one of my professors at SCAD, and I wanted the further art development Avis would provide me without having taken into account how anyone walking into her shadow withered. That there was no body in this coffin they were lowering into the ground was another lie, but also what Avis had died from was a lie. Yes, I guess it could be called consumption, but it was a consumption of men from truck cabs and off the street and from the AIDS one or more of them gave her. Not a glamorous way to go and not one that would write up well in her Wikipedia listing, so the tragic Victorian era malady of consumption was put into play. I certainly didn't object. It wouldn't mean that anyone would look at me as a sexual pariah now, and, at twenty-seven, I was in my sexual prime—and prime in my need for sex. I just never had had sex with Avis. We'd gotten drunk once and had started into it, but we both started to laugh, and it ruined the mood we both worked so hard to pretend was there. And right at this moment, although I was managing—genuinely—a tear and a look of grief for the passing of my famous wife, what I really could use was being thoroughly laid. As if sensing that, Julio, Avis' Brazilian business manager and my sometimes lover, squeezed my elbow and leaned his head into mine, "Hold up for just a few more minutes, and we'll be able to leave. I'll take good care of you." "You always do," I murmured back. And he did, in his overbearing way. Whereas Avis had gone through life assuming it was all about her and correctly taking for granted that her will would be accorded to, Julio was more demanding in his assertion of control. It worked with Avis, because they both essentially wanted the same thing—a well-oiled financial account—and neither could see the manipulation of the other. And it had worked with me to this point because I had a social contract with Avis that left me little breathing room and because I had a weakness for dominating men with big cocks. Julio fit that bill. To Avis, Julio was in the family. He was a safe lover for me. But then, so had David been—he had left little breathing room for me when we were together. The reality probably was that I needed to have someone control me. Preferably a strong-willed, well-hung man, I now knew after five years of marriage to Avis. I looked around the gravesite again, but I didn't spy him. It was easier to look for him now than before, because, although the machine hadn't hit bottom with the coffin yet, some of the mourners were already drifting away. There was a reception laid on at the Renaissance Chicago Downtown, centrally located on the shore of the lake, and everyone wanted to be the cause of the stragglers not getting full champagne glasses. Avis was a little optimistic, I thought, about how long she would be remembered in anything but the prices of her paintings now skyrocketing in the market. The people who came today were other artists likely to resent Avis' new price structures rather than the rich Europeans and Asians who bought her art. "Come here," Julio called from the living room while I was taking off my coat in the foyer after the long drive back to Oak Park. Avis wanted to swirl in the lifestyle of Chicago, so we had a pied-à-terre there facing the lake, but she also wanted to "commune" with the likes of Frank Lloyd Wright for inspiration, so the main house was in Oak Park. Except when I was doing arm candy duty, I stuck to Oak Park, because it did, indeed, have a community of artists that wasn't as full of themselves as Avis' crowd was. Julio also concentrated his management work in Oak Park, so more times than not, when Avis was entertaining a black bull stranger in our loft studio, Julio was fucking me here in Oak Park. "On your knees," he demanded when I walked into the living room. He already had his cock out and was holding it, although it looked fully capable of standing out erect on its own. "I know what you need right now," he muttered. As I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth, strangely enough, I agreed with him. Sex at this moment was comforting. It also put off "what now?" discussions. He fucked me doggy style with my belly plastered to the arm of one of the sofas, my spread knees buried in the cushions of the sofa seat, and my head and arms dangling down to the carpet at the side of the sofa. Julio was good—very good. And he was divinely equipped. He also was Latin and hirsute, which I had always found arousing. And he was controlling, demanding, rough, and just slightly cruel. I was lost to him when he was fully saddled, had reached down to cup my chin and arch my back up into his hairy chest, and was pumping me deep. "Oh, shit yes, fuck me hard," I cried out. He laughed, knowing I was fully surrendered to him—yet again—and straightened up more on the sofa cushion, his thighs between mine. "Fuck yourself," he muttered. "Show me how much you want it." He had pulled nearly out to the surface—which was a long journey back out of my channel. With a sob of need and mindful of the intent to control and humiliate me—to establish who was dominant—I put my buttocks in motion. He held absolutely still as I pumped back on his cock until I could hold myself no more and ejaculated against the inside of the chair arm. He left me bent over the sofa arm, walked over to the drinks cabinet, and poured himself a stiff scotch. He didn't offer me one. It was as if he was going through the steps to assert total control over all aspects of my life. So, this was how he intended it now, I thought. A move from paid manager into Avis' place, but with full fucking rights. "I think I should move in. You'll need someone to take care of you now," he said, as he sipped on his scotch. I said nothing. I was still panting, having come—knowing he hadn't come yet. "We can think on arrangements, but I'll pack a bag and bring it over tonight. We'll sleep in your room for a while, but when we can get Avis' things moved out of the master bedroom, that will be more suitable for us." Again I didn't answer, but I turned my eyes to him. He'd stripped us both down. His body was magnificent. Mature, Zeus like. The dark hair swirling about his body arousing. "You haven't come yet," I murmured. "No, I haven't," he agreed. I turned my body on the sofa to where I was sitting on the cushions. I took the cushion beside me and pushed it under the small of my back as I jutted my buttocks out beyond the front edge of the sofa. Then I grabbed, raised, and spread my legs. "Fuck me, daddy," I whined. "Give me your cum." Laughing, he put his scotch glass down, came to me, crouched between my spread thighs, entered me strongly, and began to pump again in long, deep strokes that had me crying out for the cruelty of the cock. I begged him to come inside me, but he laughed, withdrew, and ejaculated on my thighs. I knew it would take total surrender to him sexually to mark my assent for him moving in and taking control of my life. But I hadn't verbalized my agreement. And I didn't intend to. As soon as he left to pack a suitcase and return, I went to the computer and started looking up long-term rentals. I didn't know where I would look—other than Chicago—before I reached the computer, but, once there, I just naturally keyed in Savannah, Georgia, the image of David floating up into my consciousness. * * * * I woke at the sound of a snort. As my eyes flipped open, I assumed that had come from me. But then I realized it hadn't. There was a well-muscled chocolate-brown arm laying across my chest—my naked chest—and there was nothing familiar about the part of the room I could see. It was close enough to dawn for me to pick out shapes if not exact colors. But this definitely was not the loft bedroom in the carriage house I was renting on Savannah's Oglethorpe Square. I turned my head toward where the snort had come from. God he was good looking. Maybe my age or a little older. Certainly not much older than thirty. I didn't think he was full back, as his facial features were more European—and the skin tone was definitely milk rather than dark chocolate. We were both naked. I could tell that because he had his left leg bent and thrown over my midsection, the knee on my belly and the meat of his calf covering my genitals. His cock, flaccid, was pressed into my hip. I could feel the curly hair of his pubes but other than that his body seemed to be hairless—other than the hair on his head, which was shoulder length and done in dreadlocks. The arm laying over me was tattooed in a colorful design all the way down to his wrist and up to his shoulder and covering his left pectoral muscle. OK, so I'd been fucked last night by a black man—a black man with a big tattoo. I'd never been fucked by a stranger before, let alone one with a big tattoo. I did been raised to think of such men as scary crazy. Being fucked at all didn't happen all that often that I should be feeling so calm about it as I was. But I just couldn't work up the concern. My head was throbbing whenever I concentrated on my pain centers, so I tried not to concentrate on my throbbing head. Not doing that brought out the soreness in my ass, my muscles there still contracting and expanding. That's how I knew I'd been fucked. I knew how it felt to be fucked in the ass. This was it. And by something big. He wasn't at all the kind of man I'd usually go with. I hadn't been with black men before. Julio was dark skinned—almost as dark as this man—but he was a Brazilian. This guy didn't look like the black guys Avis liked to go with either. Other than the tattoo he wasn't thuggish or poor-looking like Avis liked, but, God, he was built. I felt a moment of panic. I couldn't remember anything about what put me in this man's bed. It certainly wasn't my bed and it wasn't a hotel room. It was some sort of studio apartment. Neat, but Spartan in furnishings. A working man's place. The bed was only a double, and he wasn't a small man, so him being almost on top of me probably was a necessity if we were both were going to be on the bed. There wouldn't be much of a reason for us both to be on this bed if not for sex. And I knew we'd had sex—that he'd been inside me. And on top of me—and with vigor. Our bodies were knotted in sheeting. There still was a pillow under the small of my back. I was a bit sore, which only happened when the man was built big. My legs were slightly raised, my feet flat on the surface of the bed, and my legs were spread—a sure sign I'd been fucked and that he was built big. He was significantly longer than I was and heavier of body, although perfectly proportioned. I was sore and confused enough that I didn't want more this morning of whatever we did last night—although he was a real hunk and I regretted not having a memory of what we'd done last night and how we'd gotten here. I'd let him do me again, though—when my head was clear. He was that much of a hunk. A rain check. No, I'm not promiscuous. I'd just like to know what I missed. I'd gone out in the early evening to meet David at a club. That much I remembered. I'd finally gotten up the courage to let David know I was in Savannah on a six-month house lease—just to get my bearings, I told myself. I'd at least pretended I wasn't chasing David down now that I was free. When I called him, he professed delight that I was here, because he had something he wanted to propose to me. My first thought had been that he wanted me to move in with him and maybe I'd been precipitous to rent the carriage house in Savannah's historical district near the river. But then something was in the back of my mind about that thought not having panned out. Something very disappointing. Something that made me angry—both at myself and at David. Something, maybe that brought me to this black man's bed. This black bull's bed. I wasn't able to help myself. I let a hand move to my hip and take the measure of his cock, a procedure that made me draw in breath. He'd had that inside me—surely even thicker and longer in erection. No wonder I was sore and my ass muscles were still having slight spasms. It was hardening just from my light touch. He sighed in his sleep and the cock responded to me. I let loose of it like it was a hot potato. As carefully as I could, I extricated myself from under his arm and leg. He snorted again but was asleep enough that he turned toward the wall, smacked his lips, and began a soft snore. He had his bare buttocks turned to me. They were bulbous and muscular, with deep hollows between the cheeks and hips. I resisted the urge to run my hand over them, and now I really regretted not remembering the sex. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. A foot came down on swishing film. A spent condom on the floor. No, two spent condoms, both sea slug fat with contained cum. We must have had some night—and he must have worked hard to be as dead to the world as he was now. Our clothes were in the center of the room—or most of them were. I didn't see my briefs, but then I felt them on the bed where the heel of my hand was pressed into the mattress. I lifted the briefs. They had been ripped down the middle in the back. A memory flashed across my brain. Belly to bed with a heavy weight on top of me. The sound of ripping material and a deep laugh. An arm snaking under my waist, lifting me to my knees. My chest flat against the bed under the pressure of his chest. The initial searing pain of a cock the girth of a baseball bat entering me, through the slit in the briefs. I dropped the briefs. He could have those as a souvenir if he was into such fetishes. He probably had a drawer full of ripped briefs from the men he had ravished. Our clothes on the floor were mixed with each other. His trousers and polo shirt were of as good quality and name brand as my trousers and dress shirt. We obviously had undressed quickly, though, anxious to be on the bed—him anxious to be inside me; me anxious to have him inside me. I felt no bruising other than the sore channel. He hadn't forced me—hadn't been violent. Of that I was sure. I had wanted to be here—to be with him. Something about David. There was some reason why I'd drunk too much, had wanted this black hunk to fuck me too much. I almost fell down when I stood up from the bed. My legs were cramped. I'd had this feeling before after sex with a guy—a guy who had held my legs spread and raised and pumped me interminably. All of the signs were that I had been totally taken by this black bull—both from the back and from the front. If I wasn't so freaked out at not remembering much of anything from the previous night . . . But I wasn't really promiscuous. I could count on the fingers of one hand the men I'd slept with in my life, starting with David and ending with . . . whoever this black bull was. This was all unfamiliar and scary ground for me—the part of having different partners—I'd slept with David and Julio on too many occasions to count. Best thing would be if I managed a retreat without him waking up. And then forget this ever happened. Not that I could remember what happened. I found myself on East Jones Street when I found the stairs and descended to the street. The studio apartment I'd left was over a gray-stone double garage in what had been a carriage house to a larger house, now gone, and replaced by four wooden shotgun houses. I wasn't in one of the better parts of town, but I was still within the edge of the old city. And I'd lived in Savannah before, while attending SCAD, and some of the college buildings were on West Jones across town from here in a tonier section, so, once I saw the intersection of East Jones and Price Street, running north-south, I had some idea where I was. I was nearly twenty blocks from home and on a side of the city I'd rarely have reason to be in—the rundown side of the historical district. Savannah had been laid out in straight-line streets within a pattern of thirty park squares. The squares now had been reduced to twenty-two squares, with the line of squares on both the east and west side of the pattern having disappeared over time. I was on the east edge, where squares were missing. My rented carriage house, on Oglethorpe Square, was in the middle of the second line of squares from the river and thus in the center of the historical district and in the high-rent district. It also, unfortunately, was nearly twenty blocks toward the river from where I was standing, so I was going to have to hoof it a good way. I didn't have a car in Savannah; most here didn't keep a car in the downtown area. I started off, headed north, toward the Savannah River, on Price Street, but within a couple of blocks, I cut west into the center of the historical district because Price Street wasn't looking too safe. I'd only gone those two blocks, though, when I saw a sign over a step-down door in an old brick building. The sign advertised a bar, Louie's, which was familiar to me. And then I started remembering how the previous night had unfolded so that by the time I got to Oglethorpe Square I had most of it worked out. Retreat to Sleep I used to be able to sleep. I used to look forward to bed time, a time for relaxation and rest and recovery from the stress of the day. I would fall into bed and drift off, leaving the day behind. Now, I'm almost afraid to go to bed. No matter how exhausted I am, when I get into bed I just can't shut down. My thoughts race, I worry about the day past and the day to come, and neither breathing exercises nor attempts at meditation have aided me. I don't want to use drugs. I think it's unhealthy to have a dependence on a taken substance in order to sleep. Besides, whenever I cave in and take an anti-histamine or melatonin the sleep that I get isn't restful. I just blank out and wake up groggy. As opposed to the rest of the time when I get fitful spurts of rest that barely enable me to make it through the day. I want, I need, something that will help me reset my sleep cycle and get back into being able to sleep. I can't afford a new bed. I can't afford anything expensive. The decision to step into the herbalist shop that I used to sneer at is one of pure desperation. A tinkling bell heralded my entrance into the ill-lit shop. Most of the light came from the sun streaming through dingy front windows. It smelled musty and stale, a faint hint of marijuana and tobacco immediately finding my nostrils. I almost walked right back out again, rather than explore this dump, but it was too late. I had been spotted by a clerk appearing from the back. I was now firmly trapped by politeness. She had fair hair, wrapped up into a multitude of braids, which was in turn swept up into a pile atop her head. Shorter than me though I'd say at least 5'2" tall. She wore what I thought of as hippie clothing, all natural looking fibers and dull colors, flat sandals on her feet. Her face was adorable though, elfin and sprightly were the words that popped into my head at the mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. A smile that I couldn't help but return drew my eyes to her very red lips. Despite my prejudice, I felt myself wondering what she looked like out of all that baggy clothing. Would she be curvy or athletic? I thought she had a good sized bust, but it was hard to tell. I had no idea why I wished she were showing some cleavage so that I could see more of her creamy skin. When I realized she had been talking to me, I started and shook myself. "I'm sorry, I haven't been sleeping well lately and I tend to zone out a bit. That's actually why I came in. I don't want something that will just put me to sleep, I'm looking for something to help me regain a natural sleep cycle. Do you have anything like that?" My voice raised into a pleaful yet skeptical tone at the question. I didn't think they would, or if they did, that I'd be able to afford it. Still smiling, she replied, "I might have just the thing. First, I want to ask you a few questions to determine if we can help you. First of all, my name is Penelope. What's your name?" Her presence was relaxing to me, and even the smell of the store wasn't getting on my nerves anymore. "My name is Helen. Helen Browder." "Nice to meet you Helen. Come with me, we'll go sit down and talk about what we can do for your issue." She led me to the back of the store where there were two threadbare couches upholstered in a ghostly red shade. I almost didn't sit, fearing the couch would be home to rats or mice or spiders even, if not cockroaches, but I was, unsurprisingly, quite tired and they did look soft. It helped that Penelope sat gracefully down on one and nothing came skittering out. I sat on the other couch and faced her. She leaned towards me and I found myself inexplicably wishing that she were wearing a shirt with a lower neckline. "I think it is wonderful, first of all, that you don't want to become dependent on drugs to help you sleep. Sleep is a natural part of our lives and we should all be able to do it, without any extra chemical aids beyond what our own bodies produce. Besides, adding extra chemicals into our bodies never really lets us have the right kind of sleep, does it?" "No, it doesn't," I agreed and stifled a yawn. The couch was quite soft and comfortable and, at this moment, felt a whole lot better than my bed had in months. "How much sleep are you getting each night, on average, without any added chemicals? I use the word chemicals rather than drugs, because most people don't realize that alcohol, for example is a drug. Anything that we ingest into our bodies can be considered a drug. What we ingest, whether it be chocolate or morphine, has a real chemical effect on our bodies. So, what I'm asking is how your sleep is on nights that you neither drink alcohol, nor take anything specifically to aid your sleep." Following her words was difficult. Partly it was that she spoke quickly and her voice was low pitched. She also jumped from subject to subject, explaining one clause before she finished the whole thought. Yet another aspect was my ever present tiredness that seemed to be getting worse each passing minute. I took a moment to think about what she had asked. Then I woke up. I knew from painfully gotten experience that I hadn't been out for long, but it was still embarrassing. "I'm sorry about that," I said. "Um, I think I've been getting like four hours per night, but it is all in little spurts like that where I drop off and wake up. At least, I feel like I'm awake at least one minute for every minute I manage to sleep." "No worries," Penelope replied, her face reflecting concern. "I think from that vivid demonstration I can recommend something for you. "The owner of this shop holds sleep retreats on weekends when there are enough people interested to fill a class. Usually we have a long wait time as we gather enough participants, but I just had a last minute cancellation for the one he is holding this weekend. Since it is a cancellation, I can give you a great deal on the price, and truly Hun, I think you need this." I asked what was most important to me first. "How much is this great deal going to cost?" "$100, which is discounted from the normal price of $400. It includes meals from Friday dinner to Sunday lunch, lodging, activities and a money-back guarantee that your sleep will begin to improve immediately," she explained. I knew a sales pitch when I heard one, but the money-back guarantee did make it a relatively safe bet. Maybe. "What does the workshop involve? Like, what would I be doing there?" Her eyes crinkled as she grinned. "Well, I can't tell you everything of course as it is a proprietary method, but you will be learning how to sleep. You'll be getting in touch with the side of yourself that knows how to fall asleep and rest and renew yourself. He guides you through finding the key to your sleep issue," she exhaled and looked a little embarrassed. "He did it for me. At one point in my life I was getting two hours of sleep a night at most. But Mr. Mendoza changed all that for me. He can do it for you, too, Helen," she reached over and touched my hand, holding eye contact. She looked so sincere. I had a tinge of worry about the worshipful way she spoke of this Mr. Mendoza character, but I had confidence in myself as well. Sure, I had a problem, but I wasn't some naïve child to be recruited by some cult, if that's what it even was. She might just have a crush on him for all I knew. $100. It was about the limit of what I could afford after trying so many things to get to sleep. Her hand was cool and dry on mine. It felt so good simply to be touched by someone. My love life had taken a dive with this sleep problem. But I was sure she didn't mean anything in that way, she was just one former sufferer comforting a current sufferer. "Alright, I'll do it," I replied heavily. She squeezed my hand and bounced in place. "You won't regret this, Helen, I promise you!" she squealed at me. "Follow me to the counter and I'll get your information. Our shuttle will pick you up from your work or home Friday evening, you don't even have to drive yourself! It is all part of the service, so not a word of protest," she grinned back at me as she led me by the hand to the front of the store. I gave her my information and requested to be picked up from home. I got a list of what to bring and what to leave behind for the weekend. She told me that the payment should be in cash and that they could collect it when they picked me up in two days. *** After two more fitful nights, I felt ready to try anything, no matter how silly or new age it might seem. I had my cash, and my bag, which included no "extraneous distractive devices, such as cell phones, music players or video game systems." The shuttle would be arriving any moment now. Sitting on my couch in the front room, I kept nodding off, but never for long. A knock on the door got me to my feet and when I opened it, Penelope was there grinning at me. "Surprise!" she yelled to my dumbfounded look. "I forgot to tell you that I'm Mr. Mendoza's assistant now at the workshop. Oops," she told me, sounding not at all sorry. "Oh, that's cool," I replied lamely as she enveloped me in a big hug. Her breasts felt huge and firm against my stomach. Her height put her face almost directly into my cleavage and her face was cool against the sudden heat of my skin. "Come on, the sooner we get there, the sooner you'll be learning how to sleep again," she said in a more serious tone. She grabbed my bag and led me away, cash still clutched in my hand. Bemused, I followed her to a nice looking though non-descript shuttle bus of the type I always saw on ride share ads. I must have been the last one to be picked up, as all but two of the seats were filled with women who looked like I felt. I assumed the empty driver's seat was for Penelope, and took the empty front passenger seat beside her. Penelope took the cash I was still clutching from my hand and smilingly placed it into a deposit bag. "Alright ladies, our next stop is the workshop location. Being out in nature is the only way to get back to your natural sleep rhythms, so the drive will be about two hours from here. For now, enjoy yourselves, talk, relax, sleep if you can, and I'll put on some soothing nature sounds for us all to enjoy," Penelope spoke with authority now, none of the sprightliness coming through in her official announcement. She touched a button on the dash and the, to me, highly irritating sounds of nature began to play. I never liked listening to the nature sounds CDs, in part because they felt fake to me, and in part because the idea of trying to force relaxation on myself rubbed me the wrong way. This one was no different from any other I'd ever overhead and I wanted to talk to Penelope instead. However, she looked utterly absorbed in her task of driving, which made me feel disinclined to disturb her. Instead I turned to look at the other insomniacs. They all looked... the same. Haunted eyes, make-up barely making a dent in the dark circles under their eyes. Different hair colors, skin tones and clothing, but it was as if they were all based on the same template of sleeplessness. I'm sure I looked no different, but I couldn't see myself to compare. No one was talking, most were staring out the windows. I saw one woman jerk up in a familiar motion. I knew just what it felt like to do that fall-asleep-wake-up thing, and now I got to see how I looked to others. No wonder I got so many pitying looks. I turned back to the front and looked out the windows as the nature sounds played on and the scenery rolled by. We were headed out into the forest and I hoped that the facilities wouldn't be too primitive. I hadn't even thought to ask about that. I was too desperate for a cure to care at the time, but now I was fiercely hoping for flush toilets. I nodded off for a few minutes during the ride, but most of it was just spent looking at trees and listening to ocean waves. I had no idea where we were, other than in a forest on a road that hardly deserved the appellation. I now didn't want to disturb Penelope for fear that she would crash if she took her attention off the road. The fear of going off the road and flipping over and dying kept me wide awake for the last half hour of the ride, so I got to see the workshop facility as we drove up. A cluster of cabins surrounding a barn-like structure, all made of wood, were in the middle of a cleared area. I could see a water pump, and I hoped it was merely decorative. The cabins did at least look clean in the waning light, and the clearing wasn't overgrown though it was natural looking. Penelope pulled up close to the barn-like structure and stopped the van. The abrupt end of the nature sounds got everyone's attention. Penelope turned and addressed the group. Sitting in the front passenger seat, I felt a bit left out of her attentions as she explained that she would be taking our bags to our assigned cabins and that we should proceed into the central meeting room where Mr. Mendoza would be waiting for us. Doors popped open and we all trooped out through open wooden double doors to what appeared to be a single large room inside the "barn." I felt myself relax at the sight of carpets and cushions in cool soothing colors arranged in various sized groupings. There was a sideboard laden with food and several urns, probably coffee though I didn't smell any. There was a central light hanging down and brightly illuminating only the center of the room, which would explain why I didn't notice Mr. Mendoza in the back of the room until he stepped forward and greeted us. "Welcome ladies. For the first part of our retreat, we will be in a large group. Please find your name card and have a seat here," he gestured to a semi-circle of cushions and trays directly under the light. Looking at him, a cliché came to mind immediately. He was tall, dark and handsome. His voice had a light trace of an accent, but was clear and articulate. It was the kind of voice that a news anchor might have, authoritative, persuasive and trustworthy. For the first time, I really believed that this might have been a good idea. There were eight of us insomniacs, and nine cushions set up. I felt distanced again when I discovered that I was seated at the far left on the other side of Penelope, according to the name cards. We sat, and Mr. Mendoza stood at the center of our semi-circle. Penelope slipped in beside me before he began to address us again. "Now, I know that all of you are here because you refuse to become dependent on drugs for the natural process of sleep. I commend you all, and I believe as you do, that sleep should be natural. For some reason, each of you has forgotten how to find your sleep. Your minds are refusing to allow your bodies the sleep that they know how to get. To that end, we will be taking a 'drug' this evening, but not one that will force us to sleep. Instead we will be drinking this herbal tea that will put off our bodies need for sleep. We are staying up all night tonight." His words were compelling, and I found myself agreeing. What better way to reset our sleep schedules than to really break them off and start fresh? Penelope brought over a teapot and poured everyone a cup. "You can drink as much of this as you like, but you should drink at least one cup every two hours in order to stay completely awake," Penelope explained as Mr. Mendoza stood back and sipped at his own cup. "Now, for introductions. My name is Hector Mendoza, and I must insist that you all call me Hector," he said as Penelope finished pouring. "I have a degree in naturopathic medicine with an emphasis in sleep studies. I have been holding these retreats for five years now, and I haven't had to issue a refund yet," he continued with a smile. "You all have different reasons for being here, and we will get into them tonight, but for now please just state your first names. Let's start over here," he pointed at the woman on the other end from me. As the women to my right stated their names I found myself zoning out. I realized I needed to start drinking the tea, and managed to get the cup to my lips just as it was my turn to state my name. I gulped, sputtered, turned red in the face and spoke my name three times before it came out clearly. Hector smiled at me anyway, and I felt a rush of a different kind of warmth. I firmly attributed it to the gulp of tea and paid attention to Hector's lecture. He was talking about different reasons that we learn how not to sleep and the various things in our modern culture that contribute to insomnia. I listened to his words, but I was also preoccupied with how awake I felt. It had been a long time since I had felt anything but tired. Now, my mind was calm and alert; my body felt relaxed but also ready. Hector's words made sense to me, and I could see the other women nodding as well. We were all interested; we all agreed. There were no clocks, and, per the instructions, I wasn't wearing my watch. I had no idea how much time was passing. At one point Hector invited us to go get some food, and to continue to do so as the we felt the need. I reveled in how delicious the strawberries tasted. They were perfectly ripe, sweet and juicy. Practically orgasmic. Where had that thought come from? Hector began to ask us questions. What did we think about when we tried to sleep? When had our insomnia started? He skipped randomly through the group, not letting anyone talk for longer than it took to answer his question. I found myself revealing that I hadn't had sex for months. No answer was lingered on, we simply spoke and then he asked another question. I found myself feeling as if the words the other women spoke were my own. Their answers were so similar to what I myself would have said. I realized that we were all related in a way. We had a common culture and a common reaction to it. "Julie, how have your masturbation habits changed since your insomnia?" Hector asked. I froze at the mention of masturbation. To me, it was one thing to talk about sex in a vague way, but to talk about sex with oneself was wrong. I never even liked to think about the fact that I had ever masturbated, even when I was doing it. I felt myself withdraw internally. "Well, I used to masturbate regularly, but not a lot. Now, I find myself lying awake in bed and just touching myself. The weird thing is that it doesn't feel good anymore," Julie answered without a trace of self-consciousness. My discomfort increased at her matter-of-factness. Even though Hector turned on to other subjects, I still felt stiff and awkward. The talking session, as promised, went on all night. I never felt as connected as I had before the things turned so frankly sexual though. I felt aloof from the group. It was as if I could see them all bonding, shutting me out in the process. I kept drinking my tea to stay awake and answered questions when I was asked. I got caught up in dreading being asked something so sexual that I wouldn't be able to answer, but somehow Hector never asked me those questions. "We have been awake, aware and alert all night ladies. We have discovered that we are not so alone as we might have thought. Each of you has discovered that it is our modern culture that causes us to forget how to sleep. Today we will have some group activities outdoors as well as some one-on-one sessions. Feel free to talk with each other and counsel each other. You all know how to sleep; help each other relearn." Hector finished speaking and walked to the back of the room, disappearing into shadows. Penelope hopped up and grinned at us. "Alright, go to your cabins, get showered and change clothing. When you're done come back here for breakfast. Your room numbers and keys are on the reverse of your name cards." Retreat to Sleep We scattered to our tasks. I was in cabin number 8. I found it and saw my duffle bag on a large, at least queen sized, quilt-covered bed. The cabin was practically all bedroom, with a door at the back opened to reveal a sink. It was rustic, but it was also comforting. I didn't see any bugs, and the bathroom was spotlessly clean. I laid out an outfit from my duffle on the bed and took my clothing off to go shower. The body wash and shampoo in the shower smelled of flowers, a light delicate scent. I felt the tension of the previous night melt away under the hot water pounding on my back. I finally convinced myself to leave the shower and dried off on a big fluffy towel, also provided by the retreat. My skin felt delightfully soft, and I wondered if the shower water was from a mineral hot spring as I carefully put on my sensible black cotton underclothes, a brown short sleeved blouse and a khaki colored knee-length skort. I pulled my dark wet hair back into a bun and slipped on my sandals. The sunlight outside felt like a warm kiss on my exposed skin for the brief walk between cabin and barn. I was almost feeling that connectedness again. Then I walked in and saw the other women finishing breakfast. I was late. They hadn't waited for me. I grabbed an apple and walked over to the table. "Next on the agenda is a special treat. We've got a real natural hot spring here at the retreat and it is time to go and relax in the soothing outdoors!" Penelope announced as she stood up. The women squealed in excitement and followed her out the door. I felt invisible as I watched them troop out the door. I put my apple carefully down on the table and followed them. It was a short hike down a clear trail to a beautiful scene of fallen rocks and trickling water. But by the time I arrived, everyone had shed their clothing, and also, apparently, their inhibitions. Wet women were kissing in the water, caressing slick breasts and tweaking hard nipples. I didn't even pause. I pivoted on one foot and turned back the way I had come. I heard footsteps behind me and walked faster, my arms swinging stiffly as my speed increased. I didn't have a plan, I just couldn't believe what I had just seen. So much for being part of the group. A hand caught my arm and spun me around. "Helen, stop," Penelope said. I couldn't meet her gaze, knowing that she had seen what I had seen, that she must have approved of it. Otherwise she surely would have stopped it. "Penelope, I will take care of this," Hector's voice brought my head up. I saw him standing in the doorway of the barn. Penelope dropped my arm and left, presumably going back to supervise the orgy. I strode towards Hector, ready to give him a piece of my mind. "Do you know what is going on back there?" I demanded of him. "What kind of retreat is this anyway? I didn't sign up for some kind of sick lesbian orgy!" He stood his ground in the face of my verbal assault. His calm expression and lack of response killed my momentum. I began to feel silly as he just stood there. I didn't have anything else to say. "Helen, come inside. I think it would be better to continue this conversation in more private surroundings," he said to me. It seemed perfectly reasonable, and I followed him without thinking. He led me to that shadowy back area in the barn and through a door. The door opened onto a circular stairwell going down. It wound down three or maybe four times before another door led us to a small well-lit room. There were several closed doors, but the center of the room was some kind of couch. A massage table perhaps. Hector sat on one end of it, and gestured me to sit beside him. I sank into the soft white covering. Where my skin touched it I felt a warm furry caress. Again, a relaxation invaded my mind. Why had I yelled at Hector? "Helen, there's nothing wrong with releasing sexual tension after an intense night of group therapy. I could see that the mentions of sex made you uncomfortable last night, Helen. I know that you are not quite the same as the other women. Your insomnia doesn't have the same root as theirs," his voice was soothing to me. So reasonable. So right. Every time he said my name I felt warm and special. I hardly noticed as he stood up, moving my body to recline on the fur covered table. He slid my sandals off my feet and I wriggled my toes happily in the fur. "You need to start by totally relaxing, Helen. I'm going to help you relax. I'm helping you, Helen," his voice crooned, softer and softer. I had to strain and focus to listen to his words, his important words. He produced furry straps and restrained my wrists and then my ankles. I felt the pressure of the straps, it was okay, because Hector was helping me. Warmth enveloped my body and I drifted. "All women are inherently sluts, Helen. You are no different from the others in that respect." At those words I jerked. I realized that I was tied down. I couldn't move. How had that happened? "The difference comes about in that your mind rejects your nature," Hector continued, seemingly oblivious to my sudden struggles. "Your mind tries to tell your body that it is not a slut. Your mind is fighting your body, fighting its own inclinations. That is the root cause of your insomnia Helen. You are a slut, and you deny yourself." "I'm not a slut," I mumbled. He caressed my face and I looked up into his eyes. They were filled with pity. "Oh, Helen, yes you are. You, like all women, are ruled by this," he placed his warm hand on my crotch. "More than any man, you are ruled by lust." I wanted to protest again, but at his touch I felt a flash of heat between my legs. I couldn't talk; I couldn't focus. My being was centered on the warmth of his hand. "I'm going to let you think on this, Helen," Hector told me. "I have other things to attend to at the moment." I lifted my head, and watched him leave the room, leave me bound onto the soft furry table. Panic began to spike in my chest, but it was supplanted by thinking of his words. Was I a slut? Was that why I couldn't sleep? Between my legs I felt myself heat and moisten at the thought that I might be a slut. I don't know how long I laid there, thoughts swirling like molasses through my brain. Without warning, the door slammed open and Penelope bounced in to my field of vision. "My turn!" she said. "Oh, here," she said and put what felt like a giant fruit snack in my mouth. It tasted of strawberries, and distracted me for a moment from the fact that she had grabbed a pair of bandage scissors from somewhere. My mouth was too full to protest as she began to snip my clothing off of my body. I tried to chew faster but it didn't really help. I just ended up with a mouthful of juice in addition to the bolus of chewy fruity sugar. She was tugging my blouse and skort off already and I felt the cool touch of the scissors by the heat of my crotch as she started on the underwear. I tried to twitch out of the way and she scolded me. "Careful there, Helen! There are safe scissors, but if you move too much I might get you anyway. Don't worry, the fur will feel a whole lot better once your skin is totally bare," she chattered. "Nothing bad is going to happen, Helen! Relax already." She was right. Once the fur was touching all of my skin I felt deliciously caressed all over. Penelope strapped down my hips and my shoulders. I felt my legs being spread as she manipulated the table somehow. I felt the lack of the fur on my rear and wondered vaguely what she had done. "I'm here to show you something, Helen," Penelope said. She was bustling about the room, but with my shoulders restrained I couldn't life my head to see what she was doing. Then she set up a mirror and I had a view. Another fur covered table filled my field of vision. Penelope laid upon it, naked. "I was like you Helen. I thought that I wasn't a slut. I fought the idea of being sexual. I hated talking about masturbation. I never used words like 'cunt' and 'cock' and 'fuck.' I drove myself to insomnia because I thought being a slut was a bad, sinful, evil thing," Penelope said. As she spoke she caressed herself. I watched her touch her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them lovingly before teasing her nipples. They were as large as I had suspected now that they were freed from her formless hippie clothes. Her body was all curves. She wasn't fat, but neither was she skinny. A full bodied woman with delicate hands teasing sensation out of every inch of herself. I couldn't look at anything else. I didn't want to. By the time her hands reached her shaved crotch, I was mesmerized. "Don't you see, Helen, that this is natural? Submitting to your slut nature is the only cure for your insomnia, but it will also make you happier. It will allow you to become more fully yourself. You need to stop rejecting what you are," she told me. Her voice was becoming more and more breathy as her fingers flicked wetly around her ... clit. She angled herself so that I could see her vaginal opening, her cunt. One hand began to penetrate it. To fuck it. In and out, a smooth rhythm. She continued to speak, but I wasn't listening. My hips tried to twitch in response to the beautiful woman before me about to orgasm, but I couldn't move them much. I was trapped. No sensation touching my ... cunt. I wanted to feel something besides aching heat throbbing through me, I needed a touch, a caress. My hands pulled at the straps, but they were tight. I couldn't move. Her voice continued to communicate with my subconscious as her orgasm grew nearer. I just watched, absorbed, fascinated, hungry as she went faster and faster. She came, screaming, liquid squirting out of her cunt, her limbs thrashing. The ache between my legs became painful. A burning pain that only increased as I watched her recover from her massive orgasm. When her breathing was nearly normal, she stood, vanishing from my sight. Her face reappeared above mine. "Don't you see Helen? And that was with no vibrator, no cock, no porn. Embracing my slut nature has given unto me the greatest pleasures that I have ever known. You can have them, too," Penelope said. She brought her slick fingers up to her lips and licked them clean. I could smell her pleasure. It only made me ache worse. "Embrace yourself, Helen. Create harmony within yourself. You'll be able to sleep, and you'll orgasm more and better than you could even imagine right now. Trust me, Helen." Her earnest eyes bore into mine; the smell of her cunt was making me salivate. I no longer questioned my reactions. I was consumed by a lust like none I had ever felt before. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to fuck me. I had, at some point, finished the fruit snack. I wanted to ask her to touch me, but I couldn't figure out the words. She smiled at me, compassion filling her face. "Don't worry, Helen. I understand," she said. She leaned down, and kissed me, a brief press of pussy scented lips upon mine. Then she was gone. The kiss, if anything, had only sharpened my hunger. I licked my lips, but I could only taste the strawberry goo. I lay there, unable to move, and became reacquainted with my body. I began to understand. My body couldn't be ignored. My body was a slut. When I thought that word I felt a spike of pleasure that momentarily relieved the ache in my cunt. Yes, that was the way. I had to ... submit to my body. Another spike of pleasure. "I can see that you have begun to understand, Helen," Hector's voice broke into my thoughts. "Tell me your thoughts." "My body is a slut," I replied, speaking slowly. I paused at the jag of pleasure those words brought me before continuing. "I have to submit to my slut-body." Another shudder of pleasure rocked me. "Very good, Helen," Hector told me, and I felt yet more pleasure at his praise. He removed the strap across my hips. "So, Helen, aren't you your body? When I touch your body, am I not touching you?" He laid a hand on my arm. His hand was hot, and his touch electric. He was right. Touching my body, he was touching me. "Yes," I sighed. "I am my body." "What does that make you, Helen?" he asked. I sighed again happily. Everything was starting to make sense. The ache in my cunt to be filled made perfect sense, because my body was a slut. And I was my body. "I'm a slut," I said proudly. The words brought my hips up as I felt yet more pleasure encompass my being. It was right. He was right. I was a slut. My body needed to be fucked. Hector undid the strap across my shoulders, leaving only my wrists and ankles restrained. He stepped between my legs and I craned my head up to look at what he was doing. I saw his penis, no, his cock, standing out from his pants, nearly touching me. He began to speak and while some part of me thought that I should look at his face as he spoke, most of me couldn't contemplate looking away from his gorgeous cock. It was a light brown in color, at least 9 inches long, strainingly erect and ready to fuck a slut. A slut like me. I could feel myself get wetter and wetter as my body began to beg for penetration. "You are different from the other girls, Helen," he told me. "They drank the tea and did not resist the call of their bodies. Though they are sluts as well, you are actually a deeper sort of slut. You can't control your lust once it is released. So you resisted. You have tried for so many years not to give in to your body, but now the call of lust has become stronger than your will to resist." His hands hovered over my skin as he spoke. I knew I had to listen to the words, that listening would eventually lead to my being fucked. It was hard to concentrate but I knew I had to. Focus. I could feel a heat and a spark where his hands almost touched me, especially when they glided over my cunt. "Once you completely give in to your slut-self, you won't be able to turn back. More than that, you won't be able to control yourself. This," he finally put his hand over my cunt, cupping it, and my breath shuddered out in a low moan, "will control you utterly." His hand blocked my view of his cock, so my gaze drifted up to his face. Those trustworthy brown eyes were brimming over with sincerity. "You won't be safe, Helen. This will lead you to die young and unpleasantly if you totally give yourself over to it." He moved his hand and turned away. "I can't let that happen to you, Helen," he said mournfully. "It would be wrong of me to lead you down that path." I felt a confused sort of panic bubbling up at the sight of his back. He couldn't leave now. I hadn't been fucked. Sluts should be fucked. "Help?" I said. I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want to go back to the way I was before. I was a slut now, and I wanted it, craved it, needed to be fucked and filled. "Please?" He turned back to me, a serious expression on his face now. I could see that his cock had been put away in his pants, but there was a serious bulge hinting at his continuing readiness. "I can help you, Helen, but you have to really want it. I'm going to send Penelope in to explain what we can do for you," he said and left. My body was sweating, heated and ready to be fucked and the cock was gone. I couldn't touch myself, there was nothing touching my cunt to stimulate me at all. I waited for what felt like forever before Penelope entered the room. She entered quietly, without her usual bounce and I saw an echo of Hector's serious expression in her eyes. "Helen, I'm here to explain your options to you," she said slowly. "There are only two directions that you will be allowed to take from here, for the sake of your own safety. Your first option is to go back to the way that you were. Mr. Mendoza can arrange for you to get a supply of sleeping pills on a regular basis to treat your insomnia, but there will be no cure." My head was shaking already. I didn't want to be like before. Stressed out and undersexed and not sleeping was not the way I wanted to spend my life, especially now that I knew that I was a slut. She smiled down at me. She was wearing a shapeless shift, which prevented me from seeing the distractions of her breasts. I found myself wanting her to be naked again. Sluts should be naked. And fucked. "Helen!" her voice broke me from my reverie. "Listen to me. Your second option is to submit to your body, but safely. The only way to submit to your body, your need to be a slut, is to be a slave." I was having trouble processing anything beyond submitting to my body. I wanted orgasm. I wanted penetration. "Helen, focus," her voice whipped me back into the present. "The cunt between my legs does not belong to me. Because I am like you, I cannot safely be a slut by myself. In order to be happy, to be a slut, I serve Mr. Mendoza. This is his cunt," she said, touching herself between her legs. "He decides who or what uses it, and when. I am free to be a complete and utter slut, because I don't have to think. He controls this cunt, and this cunt controls me. That is your second choice, Helen. Join me in being a slut-slave." I blinked up at her. I had a flare of clarity and realized that I had been drugged, but the moment passed and I didn't care anymore. The only thing that I wanted was to be fucked. Just as they had planned, there was only one choice for me. "Okay," I said, smiling up at her, the ache in me easing slightly at my decision. "You have to say it, Helen. Tell me what you want to do," Penelope crooned, lowering her face towards mine. "I want to be a slut. I'll do anything to be a slut," I assured her. She kissed me. Her tongue parted my lips, thrusting hard into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue and licked at her mouth. Being kissed so fiercely as I lay bound on a table made me hotter and hotter. I couldn't have imagined such an act twenty four hours ago. Penelope pulled back. "I'm so happy that you're going to be my sister, Helen," she said. Then she left, practically skipping to the door. Having watched her exit, I didn't notice that Hector had entered another way until he spoke. "I respect your decision, Helen. I understand that it is a great responsibility that you entrust to me in this matter, and I assure you, I will not let you down. You will be safe," he told me. My hips were thrusting again of their own accord. I just knew that once he fucked me, I would be his slut, and I wanted that so badly now. He moved to stand between my legs, and I watched hungrily as he pulled out his cock. It was hard, ready and beautiful. I squirmed, trying to reach it, trying to engulf it. He stayed just far enough back to prevent me. "Be still, Helen," he told me. I relaxed and waited. He stepped in closer and I felt the first touch of his cock on the cunt between my legs. He brushed it over me, teasingly sliding it over my clit and over my slit. I could feel how his cock got wet with the juices my cunt was making. He just kept going, teasing me, building the ache inside me to a peak that wouldn't spill over into orgasm. Finally I had a breakthrough moment. "Please?" I breathed. "Please fuck me. Please take my cunt as your own. Please take me. Please?" I continued. The words came to me as natural, the only words that I could have said in this situation. A smile blossomed on his face and I felt a spike of pleasure, not orgasm, but close to a release. He thrust his cock inside me, filling me up completely as he buried it inside my body. I moaned and shuddered and came once, hard, around it. As my orgasm retreated, he remained. He was completely still inside me, hard and filling me. Then he began to withdraw, pulling almost all the way out before going back inside at a slow and steady rate. In and out, in and out, his rhythm never wavered. Retreat to Sleep It felt good, so good, I tried to move but his hands on my hips stilled me to the torture of his fucking. I had no words left. I looked up at his face and met his eyes. He began to speak. "This is mine now. It is under my control. It will answer only to me. This cunt is a hungry, insatiable slut of a cunt. It can never be satisfied. It always wants more," his words fell into my mind, creating new self rules that I would never be able to break, thanks to the special herbal tea. His steady rhythm continued to take my body closer and closer to the razor edge of orgasm. "When I cum into this cunt, it will orgasm and accept me as its owner. I will own this cunt. You have always been owned by it, Helen. Always." His long strokes began to speed up, just a little. I no longer tried to hump back. I was deep inside my own head, drowning in the meaning of his words. "This is your choice, Helen, orgasm as I do, accept me as Owner and Master, or deny yourself forever." Faster now, his cock began to pound harder. Every thrust made me whimper. Faster. He hit a peak, and I felt heat begin to flood my--his cunt. His cunt, between my legs, orgasmed as I accepted my fate. Pleasure like none I had ever imagined possible flooded my mind for an eternal instant before I blacked out. *** I came awake slowly, very aware of my breathing. My eyes opened to indirect sunlight illuminating the cabin that I had been assigned to initially. I was twisted up in the quilt. As I turned and straightened it out I saw Penelope watching me from a chair placed beside the bed. She was grinning. "Finally! You're awake!" she squealed and hopped onto the bed with me. Without thought, I reached for her, pulling her to me and kissing her deeply. We wriggled our naked bodies together, each getting an angle on the others' leg to hump. I felt my leg slicken up immediately against her. It made me growl against her mouth in lust. She pushed me away abruptly, forcing me back onto the bed. The aggression made me feel pliant and controlled. She arranged herself for a 69 and I obediently began to lick between her legs, hungry not only to orgasm myself but to force one from her. I finally got a good angle on her clit and went ballistic on it. As she came all over my face, I came too, feeling liquid pool below me on the unmade bed. "Ah, that's the only way to wake up," Penelope sighed as she rolled off of me, staying on the bed and idly caressing my legs. "I thought you'd never wake up, and I was just dying waiting." As I processed her words I began to have a small worry. "Penelope, what time is it?" I asked. "Around 9am," she said in a tone that suggested I had asked the wrong question. "What day is it?" I asked, panic starting to lace my thoughts. "Tuesday," she said with a cutely guilty look on her face. "My job! I'm going to be fired, how could you let me sleep-- I slept? Oh my gosh, I totally slept," I sighed, momentarily forgetting about my job in the relief of having slept, soundly and deeply. Penelope's caresses were moving up my leg. I found it hard to focus as the teasing touches approached his cunt. His cunt? Yes. I looked at Penelope. She was intent on her approach. "What's going on?" "You have a new job, with me, at the store where we met," she crooned. "You've quit your old job," she added in a reasonable imitation of my own voice. "But--" "Remember now," a male voice broke in. I looked over at Master. I found I couldn't even think of him by his first name anymore. I didn't know what had happened, but something inside me had changed in the time since I had arrived at the retreat. I was still confused, but there were parts of me that were dead certain. He walked over to me and placed his hand on his cunt. "You will obey Penelope when I am not present to command you. She may penetrate you, but no man may enter you, only Master. Acknowledge my orders," he said, not looking at me, looking at his cunt. I came at his last words, nearly blacking out again at the strength of his cunt's response. It didn't matter what I wanted anymore, but I had to try my limits. "No," I gasped. "I won't--" was as far as I got. He thrust his fingers inside his cunt, and I couldn't help but submit to the sensation, humping at his hand, all thought forgotten in the lust of seeking more pleasure, more orgasms. Just before I crested, he pulled out. "You see, Helen? It already controls you, and I control it. It hungers too much to ever let you be at peace." I lay there, panting and unashamed as my mind reconciled itself to what my body already knew. I had always been and would always be a slut. Now I accepted it. And now I was a slave. *** The door chime tinkled, and Penelope pushed me off of her, using her thumb to wipe a trace of spittle of my chin. "Your turn, Helen," she said in a sing-song voice. "I know you can do it." I sashayed into the front area of the store, knowing I smelled of cunt and not caring, to find a confused-looking woman a few hesitant steps into the store. I smiled at her in greeting, anticipation of her corruption giving my eyes an unintentionally predatory look. "Hi, my name is Helen. How can I help you today?" Retreat Treat She knew she was blushing, but could others tell? And could they tell why? Surely they couldn't miss it. It was really quite obvious. She took a glass of champagne off a passing tray and put the rim to her mouth, more to hide the concern that would be obvious in the tightness of lips than because she needed the champagne. This was no time for her to be getting tipsy. As a former Miss South Carolina and anchor to WCBD-NBC news in Charleston, Caroline Sullivan knew how to throttle her emotions down and step out in pride and full control. But how was it they couldn't see what she saw? She'd have to leave soon. She couldn't stay here. The sculptor, Drago DeRege, had already waved to her from across the Atrium Art Gallery floor. He was standing next to his contribution to the exhibit, entitled "Retreat Treat," which was part of the Spoleto music and art festival and which was formed from an artists' retreat week held in the mountains south of Asheville, North Carolina, the previous summer. She had looked coolly at him when he'd waved, though, and then at his sculpture, and had turned from him, instinctively holding her hand out for that glass of champagne. She knew the Brazilian abstract artist, Luiz Cabrera, was here because she could hear the brassy trumpet of his laugh from across the gallery space. So self-assured, knowing he cut a striking figure, but also so much taken with himself, with his magnetism and prowess. She couldn't drift into his orbit again. She'd already decided she'd have to make up an excuse to leave early. She'd had no idea what this exhibit was about before entering the gallery. She and Charles were patrons of Spoleto and thus were appearing at many openings and musical events, although Charles would be leaving from here for a meeting down in Savannah after this art opening, leaving attendance at the Dorrance Dance troupe performance at the Memminger Auditorium to her tonight, and not reappearing until Sunday afternoon. Charles had immediately wafted off upon entering the gallery. As a prominent member of an old Charleston family and owner of the company supplying nearly every beverage one would imagine to the city and surrounding counties, Charles' presence was in much demand. Caroline didn't begrudge Charles his spot in the Charleston limelight. He had been a good catch for her just as she had been a first-rate trophy wife for him. She was his third, although she went to great lengths to establish that she was in no way connected to his breakup with his second wife. Still robust in his late forties—he was seventeen years Caroline's senior—he kept himself in great shape, looked a good ten years younger than he was, and could smooze and glad hand with the best of them. He also was good, if self-centered, in bed. She could see him across the floor, surrounded by a bevy of eager hangers on. Did he even know they were at an art opening, Caroline wondered. She hoped not. She found she had to hold her champagne glass with two hands, she was trembling so badly. Could others see it? She certainly hoped not. "Are you OK, Caroline?" the smooth baritone voice whispered at her side. "Your smile isn't on as straight as usual, sweetheart." "Ken, just the man I was looking for." "I certainly hope so, doll. And that you were looking for a man." He laid his hand, discretely of course, on the rise of her buttocks through the peach silk of her gown. A proprietary gesture known to all, but one that he was keeping between the two of them. Good ole Ken, she thought. The young, hunky GP, Kenneth Blaine. Everyone called him Ken, though, and had done so since the joke had gone around calling him and his then-wife Ken and Barbie because they were both just too perfect. He was a Ken, in fact, but her name had really been Suzie. It didn't matter. They'd been divorced for over a year. Caroline hadn't been the cause for that divorce either. The demands of his hospital residency and some of the nurses he worked with had taken care of that. "I can't stay here. It's too stifling. And I don't think I want to go to the dance troupe performance tonight, either," Caroline said. "What I want to do is to go out to Summerplace." "Then I think that's exactly what you should do," he answered. "Charles?" "He's going to Savannah for two nights straight from here." "You need a ride?" "I'll go back to Tradd Street for my car. I'll take a taxi there. Charles expects me to leave in a taxi." "Very good." Ken drifted off, giving a smile to Bunny Moultrie en route to an area nearer the door to Meeting Street. Caroline would wait for him to leave the gallery, giving him several minutes. Summerplace was the unimaginatively named Sullivan summer home on the Ashley River flowing in from the southwest to give boundary to the southern side of the Charleston peninsula. Built in the mid 1750s as a rice and tea plantation, Summerplace was in the upriver area that Sullivans for generations escaped too, along with most of the rest of the wealthy in Charleston, to escape the worst of the sultry heat and the mosquitoes and stench in the city. The family had had the Tradd Street house almost as long. It had been built in 1770. All of it, the comfort and prestige, had been the biggest reason Caroline had married Charles, although he had been a premium catch beyond the family position and she didn't have to act happy to see him in bed. She inserted herself in the group talking with her husband, at Charles' side, slipping an arm through his, and giving both him and the men he was talking to a Miss South Carolina smile, which was much appreciated all around. She was the traditional statuesque and curvy sunny blonde beauty who won beauty pageants in the South, and it didn't hurt that her stint in TV had shown her to be as smart as a whip too. That said, she was always the proper lady in public, for which society forgave her whatever whispers there were about her privately. And in Charleston, if there weren't whispers about you, you were either four generations dead or as dull and ugly as a rock. Doing what she could to ensure that Charles wasn't looking at the artwork, she used the first opportunity to inform him in her low, sultry voice that, "I'm going to go ahead and go. There's a snag in the Spoleto schedule that Crystal has asked me to help unsnag before the performance at the Memminger this evening." "You do what you have to do, honey," Charles said in that hearty always-a-salesman voice of his. "Don't think Charleston can run on its own without the guiding hand of this little lady," he said to the men gathered around him. He obviously took great pride in his trophy wife. All of the men beamed, each wishing that he'd landed her first—in truth still wishing they could get her into bed—each knowing, from Charles' reputation, though, that he had the expertise in bed to hold her. And you do what you have to do, Caroline thought a bit bitterly, while keeping her Miss South Carolina smile on her face, becoming more in control now, recovering from the initial shock that assaulted her when she arrive at the art gallery, completely unprepared for what she found. Charles' little trip to Savannah this weekend helped her in her decision where to go from the gallery. She knew the business that Charles just had to get away to in Savannah during Spoleto, where the Sullivans had major hosting responsibility, was a quadroon named Nicolette. As she turned from Charles and his group, her tracks covered, Caroline caught a glimpse of a mammoth black man a few groups away, waving a hand, and heard a bass voice singing out, "Caroline, there you are." Pretending she didn't hear the portraitist, one of the exhibiting artists, she glided in graceful Miss South Carolina form in her peach-colored silk clingy gown toward the gallery's Church Street entrance. She could hear the distinctive laugh of Luiz floating overhead near the Meeting Street entrance. She wouldn't have left by that entrance anyway, even though it was closer to the Memminger Auditorium where she supposedly was headed, because Kenneth had used that exit. Changing from the taxi to her own car at the townhouse, she drove out of the city and up the Ashley River Road, past Middleton Plantation to the entrance of Summerplace. Rather than driving her Audi convertible all the way to the manor house, though, she turned off onto a narrow trail leading to an old overseer's cottage, now one of their guest houses—one that Charles had let her claim for her own retreat. Kenneth's BMW sedan was parked under some trees behind the house, but she pulled her car into a garage and closed the garage door behind her before entering the house. There was a trail of tux clothing leading up the stairway from the entrance hall. She kicked off her heels at the bottom of the staircase, letting them rest on top of Kenneth's black patent-leather boats he called shoes and disrobed as she mounted the stairs. Leave it to Kenneth to wear thong briefs, she mused as she climbed the last step to the second floor and paused to leave her peach-colored lace panties on top of his briefs. He was lying on his back of the bed, his legs bent and open. He was truly a Ken in every way, but a Ken plus. He was muscular but trim. A reddish blond to her platinum blonde. And whereas the Ken doll was sexless, he was decidedly sexed. His cock was long and thickish and was erect. He took his hand away from it as Caroline appeared at the door. Robbing cradles, she thought, but not all that much. He was only six years her junior. But whereas Charles was good, Kenneth was better, because he had the stamina of a much younger man than Charles. She stood there for a moment, admiring him, as he, in turn, was admiring her from the bed—his erection, if anything growing. Two American thoroughbreds. Self-consciously, in a defense mechanism brought on by where she had just been and what had driven her away from there, Caroline leaned on the doorframe, her left hand covering the tattoo of a stylized gecko on her lower belly just above and inside her hip. She didn't stand there long, though, before she walked over to the bed, hand still covering the tattoo, came up on the bed on her knees, and moved between Kenneth's spread and bent legs. His arms embraced her and his mouth went immediately to the dark aureoles and puffy nipples of her pendulous breasts. A hand brushed hers from her tattoo, and, arching her torso back toward the surface of the bed, his mouth worked its way down from her breasts to where he was kissing the tattoo. She held her breath. Could he tell? Did he recognize it? If he could and did, though, he didn't let it show or let it interrupt his lovemaking. Coming up on his knees between her legs, he scooted back until his mouth was able to continue across and down her belly and, lifting her pelvis up to him, buried his face in her muff and started eating her out. She moaned and writhed under his attentions, grabbing the hair on his head in her fists and holding him to her. This was another thing the younger man did for her that Charles didn't. Charles was all about Charles. There was little of this working of her body, giving her an orgasm or two, before penetration. After she had cried out and shuddered under the assault of his lips and teeth, Kenneth went back up on his knees and pulled her buttocks up onto his thighs. He played with her clit and between the puffed up folds of her labia with the head of his cock before rolling on the condom. She was writhing and moaning again as he repeatedly rubbed the underside of the upward curved cock through her folds and up and down on her clit, his hands grasping her waist in a firm grip that prevented her from escaping his attentions. She was grabbing one of his biceps with one hand, but the other was still defensively palming the gecko tattoo. She was near to another explosion when he crowned his cock and slowly let the shaft sink between the folds of her cunt, sliding deep inside her. She shuddered and fired off again and again as he slid up into her. Only then did he start to pump her, to bring both of them to the level of dancing on the clouds. Thirty minutes later, he was setting her down on his cock, facing away from him, as he lay on his back. When she was settled on him, her long, slender legs stretching back behind his slim hips and her torso cantilevered out toward the foot of the bed between his outstretched legs, he let his hands slide up her sides to cup her breasts. Both of them worked in the fuck, both of them working to pull her channel back as far as it would go on his throbbing cock and then releasing. Pulling in and releasing, pulling in and releasing, his cock reaching deep up inside her. Positions that Charles had never even heard of—unless, of course, Nicolette was very flexible and inventive—and a second fucking so soon after the first. Caroline not regretting in the least that she'd taken a younger man as a lover. Her own Ken doll, but a divinely sexed one. That night she went to sleep, alone, in her bedroom in the Tradd Street house, the staff out at Summerplace never having been aware she'd even been there earlier, with the somewhat comforting thought on her mind that people didn't really go to art exhibit openings to look at the art anyway. * * * * "Don't sweat it, sweetie. We've all been there, and it's about as stable as you're going to get married to Charles Sullivan. He's hardly going to divorce you to marry a woman with even a drop of black blood in her. He'd lose his position in Charleston in an instant, and there isn't anything that man values more than his prominence in this town." Bunny Moultrie looked so smug that Caroline wanted to slug her—and might have done so right here on the terrace of the eighth hole café at the Country Club of Charleston months before the Spoleto festival if she hadn't been in shock. She hadn't seen this coming at all. But why should she be in shock, she wondered. All those trips to Savannah on business. What did a beverage supplier have business to do in Savannah? Atlanta maybe, yes. A lot of the beverages came from there. But what was there in Savannah for him? A quadroon named Nicolette, if Prissy Clayburn could be believed. Maybe, Caroline thought, she'd been put off by how horny he was when he came back from Savannah—greeting her at the bottom of the stairs of the Tradd Street mansion. Rushing up the stairs, bursting in on her, and having her on the small of her back on the foot of the bed and her legs hooked on his hips, and his him thrusting inside her and thrusting inside her, not long, but thick, quickly filling out the bulb of the condom he rolled on just in time because, he had claimed, he had already fathered enough brats. Apparently his Nicolette whetted rather than deadened his appetites, and apparently it was more STDs that Charles was worried about than having more brats in is inheritance line. She'd actually looked forward to his returns from Savannah, as it presented him as his most vigorous. Caroline didn't disparage his cocking. She was highly sexed herself, although, other than Charles, she been a veritable nun since they'd married. He was a well-built, handsome man, if a bit on the chunky side, and he had a thickness and thrust that excited her. His fucking was all about his own pleasure and was straightforward missionary position, but he never failed to give her an orgasm before he was finished. He just had no idea that this is what the shudder she gave him meant. She wasn't particularly excited by the prospect of having children herself. That had been a clincher for her—when he'd said he didn't want to have more children—that and the fact that he was thickest man she'd ever had inside her at that point. And that he was a real hunk for his age. And that he was rich. And that he came from one of the founding families of the Carolinas. The four of them were taking a break from the club's annual mixed doubles tennis tournament at the club the week after Spoleto of the previous year—the Bunny and Prissy cats and the wolf, Crystal Stallings, who Caroline figured had put the others up to informing Caroline of her husband's infidelity "for her own good." Crystal was divorced and footloose now. She no doubt would love to land rich, positioned, and hunky Charles Sullivan on the rebound no matter how often he unzipped his pants in another woman's bedroom. Caroline turned her face to Prissy and gave her the Miss South Carolina smile. "I want to thank you for telling me that, Prissy, but now we need not refer to it ever again." "You won't divorce him, will you?" Crystal now spoke up, her tone almost hopeful. "No, my land no," Caroline said, making her smile more conspiratorial. "In fact, it gives me a bit of relief." "Relief?" Bunny had asked. Caroline just smiled sweetly. "Because it takes the guilt away, silly," Prissy supplied. They were wrong, of course, but Caroline didn't care if they thought it was so. She had come to Charles a near regenerated virgin. She hadn't had sex with a man since she'd done what she had to do to become Miss South Carolina—and then to get the news anchor job at the TV station. And, oh yes, before all of that, that college football quarterback—and his friends. She'd then set her cap for a rich man, preferable a good-looking one. Charles had been a bingo in those departments. They'd been married six years at that point, and there had been no other man—at that point—during the marriage. She had been ready to be the perfect society matron. but one who still looked great in a bikini, of course. She'd been very careful about that, and the reason why she'd been careful about it was the same reason she wouldn't even consider a divorce after receiving the truly shocking news—to her—that Charles had a piece set up in Savannah. She was three years shy of a full alimony from the prenup she had signed when she and Charles were married. As long as he continued supporting her—and fucking her—and giving her top-drawer status in Charleston, she wouldn't be rattling any divorce papers for at least three more years. She would, however, let loose. Her hints of an infidelity of her own to these women she had to call friends had no foundation . . . yet. But she would see what she could do about that. Her doubles partner in the tennis tournament was the young, rich doctor, Kenneth Blaine, who everyone called Ken because he was just so, so perfect and who was a bit glazy eyed having just come out of his residency program and out of a divorce. He was the most desirable man in Caroline's sights that day, and he didn't stand a chance against a former Miss South Carolina. They won the mixed doubles, with Caroline coming to life as a ruthless opponent like she'd never done before. To celebrate their victory, Caroline fucked Kenneth in the backseat of his BMW sedan in the garage of an unfinished house bordering the 4th tee of the Country Club golf course. There wasn't much room in the back of the Bimmer, but they made the most of it. She straddled his lap and descended on his cock, slapping his face with her breasts as she bounced up and down on his staff—until he came out of the daze of his good fortune enough to push her over on her back along the line of backseat, insinuate his knees between her thighs, and gave it to her hard and deep until she was panting and exploding left and right for him. Caroline had almost forgotten how good sex could be with a man intent on giving as well as taking. Their trysts continued, moving between his Charleston mews townhouse and the guest house at Summerplace, into the next year but were timed, whether Kenneth figured it out or not, to the visits Charles made to Savannah. In Caroline's mind, she wasn't being unfaithful too Charles, but, rather, along with him. Retreat She knew when I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure that soon she would be tasting me. She went into a frenzy, licking, slurping, sucking, tugging on my balls doing everything she could to make me explode. When I came, she swallowed neatly, hungrily, not spilling a bit. She then sucked my softened rod clean, kissing and teasing my balls and shaft. When she returned to sitting next to me on the couch I leveled on her the most sincere expression of pleasure and thanks. I had never felt such raw sensation, it made me wonder what it would feel like to slide my rock hard cock deep into that sweet, tender pussy that I had sampled earlier. Just the thought caused my dick to swell again, harder than before, throbbing and ready. Rachel crawled slowly up the length of my body, leading her way with light kisses and bites. I felt her bush brush against my dick, felt the heat and moisture as she slid her wet folds the length of the shaft. And then, with a strong, smooth motion, she caught the head of my cock, and slid down, impaling herself on it. The expression on each of our faces was nearly identical. Our eyes rolled back, our jaws dropped. She took all of me into her, and I filled her completely. With eyes locked, never looking away, she slid up and down against my body. Her hips locked against mine, she ground her clit on my pubic bone, slid my cock the entire length, in and out. Her nipples were dangling in front of my face, and I took turns worshipping each of them. She was the image of a goddess writhing on me, full of me. Her movements were growing more urgent, more forceful and passionate. Soft mewling sounds escaped her lips, and her body began to tremble lightly. She reared back, arching her back, and plunging me as deep into her as possible, I could feel the head of my dick pressed against her cervix. And then she came, fell over the edge of a lofty cliff of passion, into the depths of a mind shattering orgasm. I felt her vaginal walls grip my cock, milking it, sucking it greedily into her, and the sensation pushed me over the same cliff. Moments later I was thrusting into her with the same urgent need. The throbbing of my spewing cock only heightened her level of pleasure, her nails dug furrows on my shoulders, she bit down hard on her lip, her hips drove against me. We held a last moment of orgasmic tension, pressing into each other, wanting to become one, then she collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. I was nearly in shock. Who was this girl? Where had she come from? Here I was, having the most passionate encounter of my life with a girl I barely knew, yet I already knew that I loved her. She managed a weak, satisfied grin, eyelids half open and sleepy, kissed me softly, drawing it out a moment. Then she laid her head on my chest and drifted off. I could only sit and wonder where all of this had come from, and where it might go... Retrenched, Revenge Paul could not believe what he was hearing. After 4 years of service, he had believed himself to be an asset to the company. His boss, Richard, now sitting there, spewing the company line, had become a good pal. Yet, here it was. “… and with the overall downturn showing no signs of recovery in the near term, it is really a last resort that the company has to take affirmative actions to ensure the survival….” On and on he went. Yet, Paul could not but detect a note of falsehood through it all. After all, only 15% of the staff got laid off, and he was quite sure that within his division, he was one of the top performers. In fact, there was even rumours about his promotion to management this year. Somehow, he felt that Richard had shafted him. Maybe he was feeling insecure, having a strong contender in his team. Some folks can’t handle that. Whatever. There was only one way to deal with this. Paul headed down to his favourite drinking hole. Always, it seems that when you want most to be drunk, that state of euphoria eludes you. He had been drinking for hours, but it was still early, just 11pm. Worst of all, he was still sober. Looking around him, he almost laughed at the scene. Next to him along the bar counter, a guy was making his move on a pretty young lady. Over at the tables, groups laughed together, unwinding after a day at work. How nice. He did not have to crawl out of bed tomorrow morning. Just as he turned back to address the problem of a full cup in his hands, he noticed an attractive, dark haired woman walking in. He had seen her before, somewhere. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, sleek long hair, nice short skirt, a white blouse and a light jacket over it. Paul watched as she moved up to the bar and ordered her drink. She moved well, he observed. Nice ass. He thought. Just then, she looked his way and caught him staring. She gave him a small smile, which seemed to speak directly to Little Paul. He twitched. Paul smiled back and went back to his drinking. Then it hit him. He knew who she was! She was Lydia, wife of the good ole buddy Richard, his once wonderful boss. He saw her look his way again. He raised his glass in a toast, which she returned. Paul walked over to her side of the bar. She watched him as he approached, probably trying to guess the “opening line” that he was going to use. “Hi, Lydia.” He said. She was surprised. Whatever line she thought he would use, this was not one of them! Paul introduced himself. Obviously, she still did not know what her dear hubby had done. Otherwise, she concealed it well. As they chatted, a nagging idea formed at the back of Paul’s mind. “Your husband screwed me. Now, I will screw you. And I’ll drop him a thank you note.” He thought. Paul made sure she had plenty to drink. After all, he was invincible tonight. If anything, he was even more clear headed now. But he could see the alcohol hitting her. She started to laugh a little louder, and he was moving closer and closer to her, not touching, yet he had positioned his seat such that she was sitting directly in front, in between his spread knees. Leaning close, he could smell her perfume, and had nice glimpses of her cleavage. She touched him first, putting her hands on his arms as she giggled at something he said. Turnabout is fair play, so he put his hands on her knees. Two more stiff drinks and she was laughing hysterically on his shoulder and he was rubbing he waist. “Let’s get out of here,” he suggested. She hesitated, but nodded. She swayed against him as they walked to his car. He grabbed her ass, and fondled the side of her breast as he “helped” her along. He drove straight to a hotel. “Where are we?” she asked. “Just somewhere for you to cool off, you can’t go home in this state!” he explained. “Oh, yeah, right, thanks.” She mumbled. Thanks indeed. He smiled. He helped her into the room, and got her to sit down on the bed. “Lie down.” He said. Then he proceeded to remove her shoes, rubbing his hands up and down her calves as he did so. Quickly, he removed his own shirt and pants, leaving his briefs on, for the time being. Watching her lying there, his dick started to come to attention. Sitting next to her, he slowly started stroking her arms. She was sighing in contentment. Definitely a good sign. His hands started to get bolder, stroking the inside of her arms, and rubbing across her stomach. Placing both hands on her neck, he started a gentle rubbing, supposedly soothing, helping her relax. Then he turned her on her side. “What are you doing?” she asked. He doubted if she really knew what was going on by that time. “Just turning you around so I can give you a back rub,” he said. His fingers quickly lowered the zipper, and unsnapped her bra. Then he started running his hands along her back, kneading the shoulders, letting her get used to his hands on her. “Your dress will get really rumpled,” he told her. “Let’s ease it off, so I can do this right.” She offered no resistance as he eased he dress off her shoulders, bringing the bra straps with it. Then he turned her on her back, and slowly dragged the dress down. Her breasts were nice, pear shaped beauties. He pink nipples were already starting to stand out. Stepping back to admire the body laid out before him, he draped the dress on the chair and went back to work. His fingers danced around her chest, not quite touching her already erect nipples. Gently, he rubbed his palms over her breasts, finally stroking her nipples as she released a soft moan. Bolder now, he started to pay more attention to her breasts, all pretense of “relaxation” thrown out of the window. He lowered his head, and used his tongue to flick her sensitive nipples. Another moan escaped her lips. Sucking gently, he took first one, then the other nipple. The heat of his mouth sent ripples of pleasure through her as she arched her back, trying to push more of her breast into his mouth. His hands traced a hot path down her belly, reaching the top of her silk panties. He traced the line, causing her to push her hips up. He reached beyond, and stroked her mound through the thin silk. She was moaning non-stop now, as he felt a damp spot begin to form outside her cunt. His fingers snaked below the elastic bands and made their way slowly down, her nicely trimmed path providing a nice distraction as he headed for his goal. He stroked his fingers slowly up and down her slit. His mouth never leaving her breasts, he continued to tease her, not touching the spot that she most needed him to. She was so wet. He inserted a finger into her, feeling that hot moistness greedily engulf his digit. While he continued to pleasure her with his finger, his other hand quickly pulled off his brief, releasing his aching hardon. He took one of her hands and placed it on his throbbing dick. Instinctively, she started to stroke him. The shock of this sudden stimulation almost caused him to cum! Digging another finger into her cunt, his thumb found her clit and pressed down on it. She arched her back, crying out. Quickly, he removed her panties, wanting to bury himself in that cunt more than anything else in the world. Positioning his thighs on either side of her head, he lowered his mouth, replacing his fingers with his tongue. As he lapped up her juices, he felt her pull his dick down to her lips. She traced the little veins and ridges along his prick, driving him crazy with her quick, darting tongue. Then she sucked the tip of his penis, her tongue never stopped moving, flicking hotly against the tip as she slowly pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. He buried his head between her thighs, pushing his tongue deep, then pulling out to lick her clit again. She was thrashing about, pulling his dick this way and that. The sensations were unbelievable! He brought his finger back to her cunt, dipping it in for lubrication, then, tracing a path to her little puckered hole. As he continued to suck on her clit, his fingers were tracing patterns around her other hole. She was close. He could feel it. Then, as he pushed his finger into her asshole, she screamed, with his cock buried in her throat. He could feel the vibrations right to his balls. Her cunt contracted wildly as his tongue continued to lash at her clit, drawing out the orgasm for as long as he could. Just as he felt her tremours subsiding, he turned around, and plunged his prick into her in one forceful stroke. This set her off again as she screamed. Clamping his mouth onto her breast, he sucked and he fucked her, feeling the contractions fluting along his throbbing dick. He pumped hard and fast, knowing that he needed to come soon. He lifted her legs around his shoulders, then plunged deep again. He looked at her face, contorted in a mask of bliss. He pushed himself deep and started to grind his hips into her. As she started cumming again, he felt the start of his own eruption. “I’m cumming!” he groaned. “Yes! Yes!” she was still screaming incoherently. He pumped the biggest load of his life into her hungry cunt as the walls of her cunt milked him for every drop. He collapsed on top of her. Totally spent. He could still feeling her trembling as wave after wave of contractions pumped his waning dick. “Richard is a fucking lucky bastard!” he thought. They lay like this for a while. Spent and satisfied. He never kissed her. He left her sleeping, tangled in the rumpled bed cloths, among the juices that they each discharged. [Please press 1 to retrieve your voice mail…. Message, Monday, 8am…. “Hello Richard. You will find your wife in the Peak Hotel, next to our office, Room 501. She fucks good.”]