4 comments/ 25093 views/ 5 favorites Sophia By: undergroundwall Sophia impatiently brushed her hair back out of her face as the train lurched forward. She reached down and wrenched her biology textbook out of her messenger bag. Instead of dutifully turning to "Childhood Diseases and Infections," she stared out the window at the passing apartment buildings, leaving the textbook open on her lap. She had wanted to get in some studying on the train from work back to school, but the soft smell of spring that hung in the air today, even on the train, was making her restless. She watched the windows of the passing buildings, trying to guess who lived behind them. She smiled a little and leaned back, stretching out her legs under her book. She knew why her excitement grew as the weather warmed. Since high school, she had spent every summer in Venezuela, her birthplace, working in a children's clinic. She could endure the New York weather while she was at college, but nothing made her heart light like the lengthening days and the approach of her yearly pilgrimage. When Sophia was born, her mother had worked as a translator at the American embassy in Venezuela. They had lived there, the two of them, for a blissful 12 years. Then, once the US Government recognized her mother's talent for translation, they had been transferred to Washington DC. After humid, beautiful Caracas, DC was cold, gray and tired-looking, and it made Sophia feel cold, gray and tired. She had begged her mother every summer to let her visit Caracas, but her mother couldn't afford to take time off, and Sophia was too young to go alone. She smiled broader as she pressed her toe into the seat in front of her and remembered the year she had discovered "La Casa". She had been reading all the billboards in coffee shops and supermarkets, hoping to find a summer job that didn't include answering phones or walking dogs. Then she spotted it. It was a small, inconspicuous sign advertising a "demanding but rewarding job assisting in a children's clinic in Caracas, Venezuela. No experience necessary, but lots of patience and some Spanish ability required." The best part was that, although the position was unpaid, the airfare and room and board were free. She had run straight home and hadn't stopped talking until her mother had laughingly agreed. The next thing she knew, she was on a plane back home. That summer had been unlike any other. It had been wonderful to be back in a familiar place, but the real reward was unexpected. For the first time, she felt genuinely useful and… necessary. She didn't know anything about nursing, but she could hold a child's hand through a shot. She couldn't administer medicine, but she could stay up with a child through the night when he or she couldn't sleep. And she learned fast. By the time she was sixteen, she could change bandages and keep track of all the children's medications. Now, in her 21st summer, she was going back, and she couldn't wait. New York was exciting, but she felt very anonymous. No one here needed her, and barely anyone noticed her. The regulars in the coffee shop she worked at recognized her and would chat about their work when they had time, but then she was only an ear. She realized she was feeling sorry for herself and turned her eyes sternly back to her book. She didn't have time for people who thought of her as more than an ear. She wanted to be a doctor, and for that she needed to study, not stare out the train window feeling sorry for herself. She kept her nose buried in biology for the remainder of the ride home. Sophia Morales didn't want to be like the other girls she knew. She was passionate about her work and didn't have time to be a little girl while she was at school. School was for studying, and it all was for her degree. She had never had a boyfriend. People who wanted to become pediatricians and save the world did not have boyfriends. Summer in South America was when she could be a little girl. There were no tests, no competition, only expectations she could handle, and the gratitude of little kids. When she got back to her tiny room at one of Columbia University's dormitories, she dropped her bag next to her desk and sat down wearily. Only fifteen minutes until class, but she had time to check her email. Sitting in her inbox was a nice surprise: a message from Miguel, a man who also volunteered at La Casa Soleada. She and Miguel had become quick friends many summers ago, when he had begun volunteering. He lived in Caracas with his sister, Lucia, and they had become so comfortable over the last summer that they had fallen easily into a friendly email correspondence during the year. His letter was in Spanish. Sophia, my dear, The weather report says that it was 14 degrees Celsius today in your fair city. Come home, silly girl, to our palm trees and waves. How is school? I'm sure you are working hard; you're so serious. Lucia is doing well, though I wish she would worry a little more about exams and a little less about boys. Of course, boys know better than to come around here while I'm home, but I know she sees them at school, and I'm not at all sure she's been discouraging them. Am I being a paranoid older brother? Perhaps. But she's growing up to be such a little beauty, and I know I'm not the only one who's noticed. Francisco just told me that he'll be leaving for the summer. We'll need a new general surgeon- Carrie can't handle it all by herself. Do you know of any doctors with good hearts? Ask around- our search so far has been frantic and not very organized. Take care of yourself, little one, and dress warmly, Miguel Sophia laughed about Lucia. She was 14 and didn't really mean anything serious by her flirting, Sophia was sure. However, she probably did think it was fun to get Miguel riled up by talking about boys oh-so-casually. Dear Miguel, Yes, thanks, I noticed the weather. I miss the bright sun, the warm nights, and of course, your and Lucia's happy faces. I'm counting down the days until I'm on the plane home. As for school, I am working hard, but not hard enough. I've got finals in a few days, and all I can seem to concentrate on are the bright streets of Caracas. How is your studying going? We should be writing back and forth in English, you know; it's good practice. When are you signed up to take the TOEFL? I hope it's after the summer- then I could help you study. I'll ask around about doctors, but I can't promise anything. So Lucia's noticing and being noticed, eh? Sucks for you- it's just what happens when a smart, pretty girl suddenly becomes girlfriend material to all those guy friends. Don't you worry, she and I will go out together and pick up boys. At least she won't be alone, right? Oh, calm down, I was just kidding. Breathe, big brother. We little sisters just like to tease you sometimes. Sophia She stretched as she looked at the clock on her computer and squeeked. 3:04! Already four minutes late, she grabbed her bag and bolted unceremoniously from the room. ***** Miguel clicked send on the computer screen and leaned back. The email he'd just written to Sophia was friendly, but not too obvious. He thought about her quick smile and her dark brown hair that was constantly escaping her ponytail and falling into her face. Miguel had quickly learned, last summer, that her delicate features contrasted with her stubborn disposition. And then her little hips and long legs- "Hey, are you using this computer or what?" Miguel jumped out of his reverie and looked at the impatient man standing behind him. "Sorry, no. I'm done," Miguel apologized as he signed off and got up. He'd forgotten he was in the public library. He shook himself as he walked back towards the exit. He shouldn't be thinking about Sophia that way. She was in college and on her way to a serious career, and besides, she didn't think of him as anything more than a friend. And it should stay that way. She was much too sweet, much too pretty and much too perfect. Miguel would fall head-over-heels if he wasn't careful. Miguel hadn't gone to college yet because he didn't have the money, but he had high aspirations. He wanted to be a lawyer someday and defend the workers of Caracas from the international companies that set up their sweatshops in the poor neighborhoods. And a little more money than he had now would be nice. He thought about someday being able to support Lucia without worries, and smiled. Maybe he would have enough money to send her to a private, all-girls school. Yet another bonus to working hard. ***** The next morning, Sophia woke with a start. She lifted her face up and realized that her cheek was stuck to the pages of the book she'd spent the night on. As she carefully peeled the page off her right cheek, she sighed. More annoyed that she'd been unable to stay awake long enough to finish the chapter than that she had a huge crick in her neck, she grabbed a towel and stumbled toward the bathroom. On the train to work, she thought vaguely about Miguel's note and any doctors she knew. There weren't many, and the ones she knew were more concerned with their pocketbooks than their hearts. The ones who really cared were already doing useful things in America. This would be hard. She hopped off the train at her stop and looked at her watch. Again, she thought, as she broke into a run. "Hey, Eddie," Sophia panted breathlessly as she burst into the backdoor of the café. Her boss looked at her and pointed at the clock. "I know, I'm sorry, I just…" "Fell asleep on your book again?" chimed in Nina. Sophia nodded sheepishly as Eddie pointed her to the cash register. Sophia straightened her soft skirt and sleeveless blouse she had worn for the occasion of a warm day and got to work. ***** Tom Anderson stepped out of the hospital doors into the rare sunlight. He had an hour break in between shifts, and he wasn't going to spend it in the hospital. General surgery, the specialty he was training for, certainly wasn't as nice and clean as his current specialty, anesthesiology. For one thing, he kept on being called in at strange hours. He missed the nice, regular schedule he used to keep. For another, if he took a general surgery job, he wouldn't get paid half as much. You wanted to have two specialties, he reminded himself, sighing. It's your own damn fault. He lazily turned the corner as his mind wandered to a date he'd had last Friday. Pretty woman, but not much upstairs. And not too interested in conversation. But that's what he wanted, right? A nice body that he wouldn't want to stick around too long. He peered into the passing shops and he walked by. They were small and conventional, with long racks of clothing in the shops and restaurants with televisions in the corners. No one I know would shop on this street, he thought. Perfect, I don't want to run into the gang; this hour is mine. Suddenly, something caught his eye. Or more exactly, someone. He stopped and doubled back to the café he'd passed. There, at the register. A girl with creamy brown skin, long brown hair, and delicate shoulders set off by her modest top. And wow, exotic, sharp black eyes. But it was the flick of her hand as she swept a strand of hair behind her ear, so unselfconsciously, that hooked him. Why not? He grinned as he pushed in the door. Tom knew he looked good in a suit and he was sure he'd impress her without effort. She's just a café worker. She'll fall all over herself to say yes. "Hey there, Sophia," Tom said, as he approached the register and glanced at her name badge. "Hi," she said shortly, unphased. "What would you like?" She brushed her hair back impatiently and looked at him. So she wasn't thrown off by the name thing. He'd be more direct. "A date, this Friday." She blinked at him. Now he noticed that her beautiful eyes sat under a brow that looked very intelligent and, god help him, serious. "That's nice. Good luck finding someone to take with you. Now, what do you want to eat?" He grinned at her as smoothly as he could manage. "I meant with you." She stared hard at him. "That's not on the menu. If you're not going to order, please move, because you're holding up the line." "A small chai latte, then." He watched her as she lightly tapped in his order to the computer. Nice small hands. "$2.35." He held out the money and made to brush her hand as he gave it to her, but she dropped her hand abruptly as soon as the money touched it. Ok, so she was expecting that. He had been expecting an easy catch, but now he was intrigued. "Here's your receipt and change. Go have a seat; I'll bring it to you when it's ready. Next, please." "Ooh, special service," he chided, pretending not to know that she delivered all the hot drinks to the tables as part of her job. She ignored him. Sophia turned away from the register and flushed. Of all the arrogant assumptions… what made him think she was single? Or that she would be interested in someone like him? She glanced at his retreating back. His suit jacket fit nicely across his broad shoulders, and he was tall. He probably thought she was desperate or something. Did she look desperate? She took the next few orders and then turned to fill them. Eddie came up to her. "After you finish with that, take 10 minutes. You look tired." He turned away and started scrubbing the counter vigorously. Eddie liked to play at being stern, but he sometimes let slip a concerned word and then had to cover it up by cleaning something fiercely. Sophia thanked him and carefully hoisted her tray of drinks onto one hand and came out from behind the counter to deliver them. Tom had been watching her closely as she dealt with other customers. As she came out from behind the counter, he caught a glimpse of her long, brown legs. Ending in sensible black Converse shoes. Okay, well, she was practical and exotic. He watched her lean over to hand a little boy his hot chocolate, and then she smiled. Oh wow, could she smile. Her eyes crinkled and it looked like an anvil had just been lifted off her shoulders. Now, that was interesting. What did she have to worry about? He saw her chatting with the other customers as she handed out the orders. She walked toward his table, rather slowly. She set his cup down without a word and turned to go. "Hey," he said. "Don't I get some conversation?" She fixed him with that stare from earlier. Then she looked at a spot somewhat above his left shoulder and said, "Fine. How was work?" She looked at her tray and then finally, back at him. "Great!" he said, brightly. "Though it's not work. I am doing rotations for certification as a general surgeon at St. James Hospital." "Really?" She suddenly looked him in the eyes, but this time it didn't seem like she was trying to fry him. Rather, she suddenly looked interested. He took up the tack. "Yeah, I'm already certified as an anesthesiologist, and I work at a private practice, but I wanted to have two certifications." He debated whether to add that this was because two certifications made you look more attractive to private, higher-paying practices. He decided not to. "What part of your rotations are you in?" she asked, almost moving toward the chair opposite him. "Please, sit. I'm learning about back surgery. Though I'm mostly watching, at the moment." All of a sudden, it seemed like her lights were on. Her face was open and her hands relaxed on the table in front of her. He was startled at the change. "So do you do any extremities surgery or is it mostly torso area?" "Extremities right now. Hey, how do you know so much about rotations and surgery?" "I want to be a pediatrician. Or a surgeon. But I want to do children's medicine." "Really? That's great, we always need more children's doctors. A lot of people think treating children is just like treating little adults, but it's not at all. There's a whole field of anesthesiology just on how to properly treat children. Are you in medical school?" She smiled. Hallelujah, he thought. A smile, just for me. "Not yet. I'm an undergrad right now." "Really? Where at?" "Columbia. I'm a junior. So where are you an anesthesiologist?" "A private practice. Johnson and Howe Specialty Surgery." "Oh. Plastic surgery." She drew her hands back from the table. He laughed lightly. "Hey, you say that like it's a bad thing. There are a lot of people who pay good money to look better. And they need surgeons too." "When there's a shortage of good doctors in city hospitals, where there are real emergencies?" she demanded. Whoa, he'd gone the wrong way. "See, just because you obviously don't need it doesn't mean there aren't a lot of people who do." He smiled smoothly at her, hoping to bring her back in with the compliment. She stood up. Whoops. "I should get back to work. You can leave your cup there when you're done." She turned and walked back behind the counter. Damn. He hadn't felt so off-balance since high school. He frowned and turned back to his cup. Sophia walked around the corner and into the back room. That was weird. He was a doctor, and he seemed genuinely excited to talk about what he did. She had even begun to open up a bit, but then it turned out he did anesthesiology for rich people. She wondered why he was getting a second certification, when he was obviously already making a lot of money. Maybe there was something more to him. Or maybe not. ***** The next day, he showed up again. Sophia didn't even see him coming until he was at the register. Without looking up, she asked, "What would you like?" "A date with you. You know, you should really put that on the menu." She looked up. It was him, looking happy and smug for having caught her unawares. He was handsome, she realized with a start. He had longish, light brown hair and bright green eyes. And his smile was nice, really nice. She shook herself. "Nope, sorry. Next!" He quickly reached out and touched her hand. She jumped and pulled back her hand. Why was she being so skittish? He put his hand on the counter. "Alright. A small chai latte then." As he walked away, Nina came up behind her. "So, who's that? Weren't you talking to him yesterday? Wow, he's hot," Nina said, all in one breath. Nina was nice, but a little nosy, and she only got interested in the conversation when it concerned men, her favorite subject. Sophia laughed and closed the register drawer. "Well, you can have him." "Really?" Nina practically bounced. Sophia could feel the man watching her from his table near the window. "Sure, take his drink over to him." Sophia handed her the chai latte and turned back to the next customer with a smile. See what he thinks of that. She watched Nina's progress out of the corner of her eye. Because she couldn't hear their conversation over the noises of the cafe, she watched them like a silent movie. Him, looking up to see Nina and then quickly glancing back to the counter, where Sophia was pretending to fix the register. She watched them talk. She liked the man's easy way of gesturing and his animated face. Nina laughed at something he had said and casually put her hand on his arm. Sophia flinched. This is what she wanted, wasn't it? She sent Nina over there to flirt. She turned back to the cups and rested her hand on the back counter. Suddenly, Nina was back. "So?" asked Sophia. "Eh, I think I was too late. He only wanted to ask questions about you. Sorry babe, you're stuck." Nina laughed lightly at the look of horror on Sophia's face. "Come on, he's nice, friendly, and—did I mention—hot? You haven't been on a date since high school. Live a little." Sophia sighed. That was silly. She was living; she just wasn't dating. "Excuse me, Miss Boys-on-the-mind, we've got a customer." She went back to the register. After she took the woman's order, she turned around to talk to Nina again. But she wasn't there. The man was, and he was very close in the tight area. She backed into the register. Sophia and Joshua Looking over my Oakley sunglasses I could see my attention was once again being drove from the latest romance novel. It was a beautiful sight with my lust on high radar. His broad shoulders with the slim waist was making me hot. I couldn't help but see the sweat dripping from his forehead his curly hair sticking to his face. What a beautiful specimen my thoughts were racing once again. How did we get to this point? It was an accident one that I will always be grateful for. It started night before the big game. I guess once again I am ahead of my self. I am married to the coach to a big mid west college town. My husband loves me, he seems to love football a lot more. I am in love with him also having an affair was something never considered. Well, not until Joshua came to live with us. Even then I was the wife of his coach, Vance Brooks. Everybody thought the world of Vance especially Joshua. Joshua is the quarterback of the century leading his team to a sixteen and zero season. Every young girl was after Joshua he was tall dark and handsome. Has a smile that lights up a room. Has such dynamic personality that both guys and girls want to be in his circle. His circle is vast never taking anything from a situation that he doesn't give more back. His girl the one that he saw most of was named Muffie. Her last name isn't important not to this story. She was the epitome of the cheerleading squad leader. Cute, sexy and very friendly just not mature. Joshua was patient kept Muffie close in his life making excuses for her immaturity. The outburst seems to bring him pain at times yet he worked with her until the night before the last big game. He had moved in with us when his parents were transferred a few months back. Having him live with us was a change for Vance and myself. We didn't have children his kids had always been the football team. Being fifteen years older than I, I was settled about not having children. Having another person in our space was different for the both of us. We managed it though with a lot of respecting each other's privacy. Joshua was living in our family room downstairs, ate his meals with us. This was his last year of playing college football scouts had started to enter his life. Offering him all types of wonderful things if he played for the big leagues. Joshua was deciding on his life after college trying to make it a good decision for his future. Vance was there for any questions, but he wouldn't lead Joshua into any final decisions. The whole town was going crazy as always before a game. This being such an important one in a few days so much at stake I was feeling pressured. I wanted Vance to win this season ender as much as I wanted Joshua to win it for himself. Who would have thought in seventy two hours our lives were going to spin on their axis? I had been restless after Vance walked out for yet another important football meeting. Being alone was becoming very tiresome. I decided to lay down on the sofa in the living room. Just a few feet away was the main staircase to the part of the house Joshua was living in. Muffie had apparently came over I could hear their voices. It was, it sounds like yet another argument they had been arguing a lot lately. Trying not to pry I closed my eyes as though to sleep. When I heard some shouting then a little like some passionate kissing. I was totally embarrassed thinking I should get back to my room. Just as I was to stand up I heard the front door slamming shut. I laid there wondering what had just happened? Then I heard the footsteps on the stairs and knew I couldn't make a graceful exit, not now at least. I laid there as though I was sleeping I could see Joshua as he mounted the last step. His hair was all ruffled, his shoulders were drooping and he was standing there in shadow with a raging hard on. I caught myself inhaling from seeing his profile the hardness was very powerfully showing. He hadn't noticed me yet. I thought I would get away without being noticed when all of a sudden I sneezed. Joshua spun around looking at me. I laid there then I sat up. "Oh Mrs. B, I am, I mean, I thought I was alone. I will go back downstairs." Joshua said half heartedly. "No please don't. I am sorry I didn't mean to hear. I wasn't eavesdropping Joshua. Come over here let's talk okay?" I said comforting. I never did take my eyes away from his groin. He walked over to the sofa I moved my feet to the ground as he slumped onto the over stuffed sofa so close I could smell his excitement. I felt a stirring like nothing I have ever felt. He didn't seem to be embarrassed by his arousal. I wanted him. I couldn't believe I did. He was so young, but so virile. I sat there looking in his face as he looked into my eyes. Leaning into him our lips met touching like lovers. New lovers not sure of ourselves wanting something that we both knew was forbidden. He surprised me by kissing me with intensity causing me to lose my thoughts. His passions were so demanding I knew I should get up walk away he must have known my thoughts for he reached around me pulling me into him. His tongue opened my lips slipping so seductively into my mouth with his tongue. I was so enthralled with his taste. Darting in and out I felt him tongue fucking me it was sheer eroticism. I was enjoying his kiss forgetting that I was his coach's wife. He pulled me on his lap causing me to sit on his lap with one leg over his legs. He unclasped my ribbon as my hair fell down around him and I am covering us both. I bit his lower lip as he moaned in anticipation. I could feel his hard, erect cock pushing into my red panties. His mouth started moving across my cheek to my left ear as his tongue traced a hot trail to my lower lobe. I gasped by the innocence of this ecstasy. He sucked on my ear as his hands removed my red silken tee shirt. Freeing my breasts his fingers instantly finding my nipples enlarged by his sensual touches. The nipples were hardening to points as he tweaked them knowing his hands were giving me pleasures. Guilty pleasures were the best kind. Forever this young boy could play with me I thought. I was sitting on him as he played me like a fine violin. His mouth moving down my neck I stretched my head back so that my hair cascaded across his muscular thighs. Baring my throat so he could keep kissing my throat. Knowing he would keep following my desires and soon be at my nipples. I felt his hot breath against my naked skin it was so very fine. Moaning I could feel him becoming even more passionate as I showed him my approval. I gasped as his lips found my nipple. He pulled on it ever so gently I felt myself biting my lip until I tasted a little blood. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. This caused him to become more intense with his focus on my nipples I closed my eyes and let him take me away. Realizing his cock had come out of the opening of his pants I could feel the firm warm skin laying against my wet hot indention. The feeling of his manhood so close as he nibbled, bit and sucked my nipples drove me to the point of no return. I released some hot cum without realizing I had made him wet. He pulled away from me and smiled at my face before he went back to making my breasts burst with ecstasy. Pushing me onto my back slowly he maneuvered me without losing his erotic breast play. I wanted him so bad I moved my hands down to his erect cock. It felt made of steel so wide, thick and nestled in silken hair. I stroked him with my hand barely fitting around the shaft. He stopped sucking but didn't lose my nipple waiting for what I would do next. As I stroked his shaft to the noble head I felt some pre cum oozing out, taking my fingers I made sure I brought them to my mouth. Licking them clean I watched his eyes as he smiled I felt like flying. He went into overdrive sucking my nipples until I felt more wetness coming to surface. We both moaned from the sheer pleasure of just touching one another. I felt his hand slide down my stomach to the bikini hairline and the top of my red panties. All of a sudden his finger slipped down the leg and his bare finger touched my mound. I screamed out with such unbelievable joy. He moved from my breast and tongued my stomach until he reached my red panties. I wasn't embarrassed I wanted him to take them off of me. As I thought he would I raised my hips but he didn't remove them he just licked on the top of them as his finger found my utter wetness. His finger played around my opening as I laid there expecting him to enter me. I didn't realize I was pushing up as I opened my legs wider so he could have access to me. He took his finger and brought it to his mouth as he sucked my juices off his hand. I wanted to shout but I couldn't. Then he moved them to one side with his other hand and kissed my pussy. I tensed up waiting for what he was going to do next. He took a long lick a slow, oh slower than that believe me a lot slower than what you are thinking. Licking my pussy up to my patch of hair. Then he went back down my slit with a slow driven lick. I was almost out of my skin with the feeling of this passionate lover. He was giving me pleasures that I hadn't had. I was never sure what he would do next. Then as I felt his tongue grace my lips again I felt like I would escape my bounds here and take flight he stuck his long tongue into my pussy I did take flight. I remember nothing after that, just this floating feeling, As he went about tonguing my wet pussy. Curling his tongue around my lips he drank the wetness, making slurping sounds. His ability to make such sounds added to my pleasures. Listening to his ravenous sounds caused me to feel an enormous sensuality. It crossed my mind Vance was a quiet lover. That's the only time Vance crossed my mind that night. His enjoyment was doubled by my moans and gasps. Joshua was an avid lover with an enormous talent of oral erotica. I was beside myself with passion as he took his mouth covering my whole pussy with his mouth blowing hard on the outer lips. His fingers lightly passing over my ass. I felt his fingers tear away my panties with little effort. Being soaked they gave away without any hesitation. I looked down at his face glistening with my juices wanting him to kiss me right then and now. He must have seen it in my eyes for he came up and kissed me lingering inside my mouth as I tasted my own cum. I was breathless with such anticipation nothing seemed real to me. Nothing but this young stud using his skills to drive me insane. "Oh you are all woman Sophia I knew you would be this amazing. I have wanted to touch your soul since I first seen you. I even went outside the first night to catch you in the shower. Your body is so fucking hot." Joshua's voice was hoarse from passions. My mind couldn't absorb what he was saying I wanted him back on my pussy with that tongue I was pushing him down my body without shame. I was humping his face so he knew what I wanted. My knee's were on each side of his head as my hands were pulling on his long hair. I could feel his rough unshaven face on my inner thighs. I was shoving his face down into my love box all wet and sloppy. He was laughing at my readiness. His face was rubbing across my wet pussy with such vigor I came not knowing that he was about to pull my clit into his hot mouth. The sensation of being pulled into his mouth was so sensual I screamed out as I shoved his face onto my clit harder. He laughed out loud at my enthusiasm. "Oh, Sophie you like this don't you? You like my sucking your clit inside my mouth. Tell me you like it?" He said with a guttural raspy voice. "Oh! Fucking yes!" I shouted through clinched teeth. His slurping sound as he curled that tongue for me to see caused me such sheer ecstasy I almost wept with need. I wanted him to curl it around my clit so I could ride that tongues to another out of body experience. He took his fingers and opened my pussy lips so my clit stood exposed, curled tongue enveloped it with a gust of passion I lost control soaking him with my pussy cum. He was excited beyond his own control. His mouth started torturing me with drawing my clit in then releasing it over and over again. I felt him over and over assaulting my precious bud until I felt like I would pass out. All of a sudden he threw me onto my stomach so he could crawl under me and milk my clit from below. I was paralyzed with anticipations. Thinking of nothing but this tongue with Joshua guiding it in and out slow then fast, slurping then drawing it in. Biting it then nibbling my clit into submission. When he stopped I would weep with desire for him to start again. He moved me so I was pressed onto the back of the sofa, knee's on the cushions, ass in the air. As he slipped off the sofa he was on his knee's licking my pussy and ass. Long slow licks every so often he stuck his tongue inside my pussy then back around my ass hole. I was becoming numb with pleasures thinking of nothing but the intensity he was orally pleasuring me. My clit was swollen with such vigorous lapping from his firm lips. It was sticking up with such enormous pressure needing to be released from this man. Turning my head I could see his face in the light of the hallway. I started pushing back on him with a rhythm in my hips as he continued his pleasure inducing motions. His tongue started teasing my clit, bouncing his hard tongue on the tip I started grabbing the material on the sofa. "Oh no! No! I can't take this please fuck me Joshua!" I cried out in passion. He didn't stop. He would attack it harder I was in deep pain now. I was willing to beg for him to put this fire out he had ignited so eagerly. "Oh please fuck me! Please dog fuck me! Now!" I cried out. He didn't stop. He just lapped up my juices. Smiling at my out and out raw sex my thighs were starting to get rigid. "Oh Joshua, listen to me please." I cried hoarsely. He didn't stop. He pressed his face into my pussy. Causing me to inhale deeply. "Now! Please fuck me now!" I whispered quietly. He didn't stop, but he did adjust me to lay on my back so he could place his hard cock at my lips. I felt the firm cock on my lips as I started quivering. "What do you want Mrs. Brooks?" he said with utter glee. "I want you to fuck me, Joshua." I answered with tears in my eyes. "You want fucked? You want this cock buried inside your pussy?" He asked smiling deeply. "Yes!" I said as I shook all over. "Only your pussy?" He asked again teasing me by rubbing it around my pussy. "I don't care. Just help me cum, please!" I managed between my tears. "I don't know if you are wet enough Mrs. Brooks. Take your fingers and see if you are wet enough for me." He laughed. I took my fingers and felt my wet, hot lips and knew my pussy would easily take him he had caused me to cum so many times. Leaving me needing him to fill me with his hot seed to put out this fire he ignited. I could feel the slippery outer pussy then they slid inside of me so quickly it surprised him. He leaned back watching me play with my open exposed pussy for his eyes. "Play with your clit for me. Show me your favorite way to masturbate your hot clit to submission." He said with awe. I didn't think of the fact nobody had ever seen me pleasure myself so intimately. I just went straight to my clit moving in circles moaning as I touched my red hot clit. He sat upon his heels and watched my fingers slipping on either side of my clit stroking it like I had stroked him earlier. This was oddly so erotic having him watch me stroke myself. No man had watched me play with my clit before. I enjoyed masturbating always thought it was a very private thing though. Joshua was starting to stroke his cock as he watched my clit turn red with more blood rushing to the head. I was shivering from the thrill of exposing myself to this man's eye. Watching him stroking his cock with such utter disregard that I was there watching him. He was smiling with at my perspiration as my breathing being more erratic. His breathing was rapidly increasing with each stroke of my hand and his. He watched as my pussy was releasing juice like a river flowing down and disappearing inside my ass. "That is so fucking hot Sophia. I can't believe what I am seeing. Keep going I want to see your face when you cum for me." Joshua's voice cracked. I was trying to keep my eyes opened so I could see him and his pleasure. But as I felt myself going over that precipice I couldn't keep them open. My thighs were shaking, my calves were becoming rock hard. My breathing was slowed down to almost nothing. My back was arching, my lips were grimacing as I felt my orgasm locking in. At that wonderful moment nothing would have separated me from my cumming. Not even a tornado or a house fire. I was determined to cum. My stomach was bouncing from the pleasure ripping over my whole body. I was capable in seeing his face as he watched me cum screaming inside I saw his face. It was filled with awe. "Yes. That's beautiful Sophia you are so fucking hot. I can't believe you are allowing me to watch this. I am so fucking amazed you are going to cum for me like this." He shouted just a micro second before I flew into sub space. I was beyond this earth flying as my wetness splashed against him. He started to stroke himself with renewed vigor as he watched me quivering with waves of cumming. Waves of orgasms shook me almost off the surface of the sofa. His own orgasm was over taking his body. I heard a scream not realizing it was my own. Then I heard another scream but this was much lower I was almost sure it was Joshua's. He did cum with such force he fell forward onto my body shaking with ecstasy. We laid there tangled in each others limbs as we both rode our orgasms. I was drenched with sweat, as he was. We both had cum so hard we shook slipping on each others wet body. Breathing so hard we laid there without speaking. When I could finally feel myself I took my hands and rubbed his head with all the wet curls matted onto his forehead. His cock didn't go soft he was hard in a matter of minutes so I moved a little and took him into my mouth. His moans encouraged my progress. I started slowly licking my cum off him mingled with his. He tasted so spicy I felt so womanly his hands and that mouth had taken me to the moon. His voice was soft and low as he told me what he liked as I learned what his cock was all about. Listening to his voice was so sensuous I fell quiet. I kept sucking him not wanting to stop until he felt the pleasure he had driven into my mind. His recovery period was quick taking control he pushed me onto my side. Coming up behind me he placed his cock on my pussy bringing my leg over his. He started fucking me a slow rhythm. I laid there enjoying this sensation both of us rocking on the other. We had the nothing to think about besides one another. Not caring about the world. Making each other feel alive by sharing a slow hot fuck. He took his fingers as he placed his arm around me and found my clit. His cock inside of me was pushing my clit out and making it stand hard again. Rubbing it with circles he had indeed watched my hands pleasuring myself. I purred like a kitten. Leaning back against him we were locked into one another's arm. His lips were kissing my neck my ears. Whispering my name I laid there feeling so satisfied. "Sophia I want you again." He whispered before kissing my bare shoulder. "I think you are having me again." I said laughing. "No, I meant I want to be able to do this with you again and again." He said with anticipation. "I do too." I honestly said. As I said that he took my hips and pushing them backwards he pumped four times hard holding my body on the sofa. His cum squirted hot against my insides. I felt the heat from the splashing it made me scream out as I felt myself slipping into my own orgasm. My juices filled his hand running through his fingers. We laid there spent. Lackadaisically drifting in and out of sleep. Entwined we were lovers we both knew this for a fact. How we would stay lovers didn't even occur to us. Sophia and Joshua After all I was married. He was facing a future of great brightness assuredly away from this college town. Yet, we knew we wouldn't be able to stop what happened with such force tonight. Lying there we cuddled softly kissing. Not aware that Vance was driving into the drive way. Not until we heard the car door instantly we knew we were going to be caught. The door lock sounded like a cannon going off as we laid there naked and basking in our sexual encounter. Listening to his footsteps as he walked up the stairs he reached the landing. We laid there not covering our lust played out. His face turned towards us we didn't know what to say. He walked over to us without speaking he came close enough he could smell our sex. I watched his face he had a smile on his face. "So finally you two fucked. I thought after I left Sophia, you would come out here. How was she Joshua? I think she is a great fuck. She is isn't she? Look at that pussy Joshua it's a tight pussy isn't it?" He said as he leaned down to kiss my lips. Touching my pussy getting Joshua's cum on his fingers. It was slipping out of my pussy he watched my pussy as Joshua moved out of me. 'I am so glad you fucked him Sophie he needed this before the big game. Didn't you, Joshua?" He laughed as he sat down across from us. We laid there naked being caught we never thought this would be his reaction. Vance only smiled as he watched us sit up. "Are you done? I would love to watch you enjoy one another." He said enthusiastically. 'I think watching my wife fucking my quarterback would be hot." He added. We both seen his hard cock stretching his slacks in front. Smiling Joshua laid me on my back as he got between my thighs placing my legs over his shoulders. Without speaking he nuzzled my pussy with his nose I found myself becoming so turned on I looked over at Vance as he unzipped his slacks bringing his cock out. Seeing the man I loved pulling his cock out as another man licked me I was so hot I thought I would cum right then. It was only after I actually hit the hard surface of the floor I realized I was sleeping. Looking at the clock it was after one in the morning. Joshua was sleeping soundly. I listened and the house was quiet. Very easily I shook Joshua until he opened his eyes. "Baby you better get downstairs before Vance gets home." I whispered relieved by the fact we got away with it. "Okay Sophie. Give me a kiss?" He said as he stood up gathering his bottoms as he leaned down to kiss me sweetly. After he went downstairs I straightened up the living room. Making sure everything was in perfect order. Walking into the bedroom I slipped into the shower and washed off Joshua's scent from my body. Slipping into a soft night gown I slid into the bed under our comforter. I barely had enough time to drift towards sleep that Vance was in our bedroom. Quietly not to wake me he slipped out of his clothes and got into bed. I felt his kiss on my cheek as he wrapped his arm around me. I snuggled into him amazed I felt no guilt in what I had done with Joshua. Also slightly let down that I had dreamt the last part. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the morning broke in our master bedroom I could feel the hardness of Vance's cock in the small of my back. I was always awakened by his amorous love making. I leaned into his body as he pulled me closer. Feeling his cock digging into my back I felt so luxuriously female lying there knowing he would take me. His hands worked around to my nipples as he slid them under my gown. He was always so impatient in the morning, this morning proved to be no different. "Lose the gown Sophie." He said with passion. Pulling the soft satin gown off my shoulders, he kissed my back and neck with great intensity. Enveloping my breasts in his large hands, tweaking my nipples harder I gasped at the feeling electrified through my body. Snuggling into him I turned over so he could enjoy his morning sucking. His hungry mouth found my nipples quietly he sucked one and then the other. In his hands I was like putty. His love making was very fierce very motivated for our orgasms. Reaching down to his hard cock I grasped it in my hand. His hips shoved forward in anticipation knowing I would stroke him he suckled my nipples. This morning we were lost in touching one another. The phone rang we both ignored it making our world just about us. He managed to turn me onto my back as he used his forearm to open my legs he positioned himself between them. Without a word he plunged his cock in as deep as he could in one quick stroke. "Oh baby girl you feel so different this morning. More juicer what have you been doing?" he laughed in his throat. My mind rapidly thought of Joshua immediately I thought of his cum splashing deep inside of me. Vance leaned his head down resting it next to mine as he pumped with vigorous motions. His weight on mine was so wonderful I wanted to scream out but knew that distracted Vance. I laid there holding onto him feeling the pumping feeling my orgasm coming on. His breathing in my ear was quietly becoming erratic I knew he was close. Getting up on his hands he brought it on home with some rabbit quick pumping. Looking in his face his eyes closed I could watch his face as he lost control. His face was so expressive but never a sound came. I didn't have long before I came with him we both worked from the other as we rode the wave of orgasm out. He fell exhausted on top of me, kissing my lips he rolled off. All though we both were satisfied I allowed myself to think of Joshua's moan. I instantly put it out of my mind as Vance jumped heading towards the shower. "That was very nice Sophia. I won't have time for breakfast this morning but coffee would be great." He shouted over the cold shower he always took. Routine was important to Vance if nothing else routine was never different. The morning of a game Vance always liked knocking off a piece of morning ass he said it made him think better. I laughed at the thought he was so virile for a man in his fifties. How could I have done what I did to him last night as I slipped on a robe leaving to make the coffee. Deep in thought I didn't see Joshua as I entered the kitchen. Joshua grabbed me as he did he twirled me around kissing me hard. I was surprised by the passion he displayed. I melted into him with the touches of my husband still fresh on my skin. Kissing him back I felt so enthralled by him. "Good morning Mrs. Brooks." He said very sexy. "Joshua what are you doing?" I laughed out loud. "I'm telling you good morning. Also I am letting you know I need you this morning so how about it?" Joshua said taking my breasts in his hands. "Joshua, Vance is in the shower he will be here in a second wanting his morning coffee. I think we better cool this." I said half heartedly. Joshua let me go but not without a kiss of promise of things to come. Just as we heard Vance walking out of the master suite. Joshua had made coffee so I was covered we both sit down across from one another as Vance walked in pouring his cup of coffee. "Good morning Joshua, how did you sleep?" Vance asked with interest as he sat down. "Great coach. Better than I have in months. I am ready to play this game and bring home the win." He said enthusiastically. Looking at both men I felt a little embarrassed that both had seen my wanton side. I loved Vance without a doubt. I also knew that Joshua was in my life for how long who knew? Excusing myself I went back to our room climbed into the shower to clean off Vance. Deep in thought I realized I was caught in something I knew not how it would end. I loved Vance but I wanted Joshua's body also. Looking through the shower door I could see my body in the mirror I had always prided myself in keeping fit. Being almost six feet tall, I had a lean long look. My legs did seem to go on forever as Vance loved telling me. I had well developed ankles and calves, thighs that were very smooth. My waist length hair fell down around my back a few loose curls onto my forehead. My large firm breasts were topped with light pink nipples. They darkened as they were excited as the warm water kissed them I saw they had started to be responsive to my touches. I turned around so I could see the back of me. I had a high soft yielding ass and my waist was small. I was and knew I could turn heads. Yet, I was satisfied with Vance. Why did I seduce Joshua last night as on cue I saw him walking across the bathroom. I watched him drop his pajama's and open the door to the shower. "Are you washed from your morning sex, Sophia?" He asked as he touched my face tenderly. I knew he was aware of our lovemaking by now. I felt no shame I enjoyed being made love to by Vance. I also knew now that Joshua was going to fuck me soon, too. The water nozzles showered down around us as I went to Joshua kissing his face. I felt his hardness on my stomach appreciating his hardness I got down and took him in my mouth. He moaned loudly it shot through me the anticipation of hearing his enjoyment I relished his cock even more. Licking him long and hard, slow and slower. I made his cock become like steel knowing he would pierce me with it later. "Oh Sophia, your mouth what a mouth. Yes, there more like that. I love the way you curl that nasty tongue around the head." he managed to garble through his gritted teeth. I went into overdrive wanting him to cum on my face. I worked his cock like it was the best tasting thing I had ever had. It was actually, rare occasions Vance would allow me to go down on him. I enjoyed it but Vance wasn't very oral. I knew oral was a sensual way to show intimacy between lovers. Yes, Vance was my husband but he was my lover too. Now I had Joshua in my mouth it gave me great satisfaction knowing I could bring him to climax. Different as night and day were the men in my life. Joshua was pumping his cock deep down my throat I even swallowed him down so that his cock went down my throat. Hearing him moan and groan caused me to attack his cock without let up. His orgasm came so quickly after I swallowed him we didn't have time to pull it out. He shot down my throat as he pushed my head into his groin. Listening to the screams bouncing off the acoustics made my pleasure soar. His cock didn't even go soft, yet he was only nineteen so what could you expect I laughed at his youth. We both were in our prime and we were insatiable as it worked out. He pulled me up so we could kiss again his hands working down my back and then he squeezed my ass. "Mm mm you are delicious." I said without embarrassment. "You aren't bad yourself woman. What a woman you are my beautiful lady. I always heard an older woman appreciated younger cock. I think it's true totally. To bad I can't tell them my experience on this matter. You make me feel so wonderful." He kissed my lips as he whispered the word wonderful. "Younger cock has so many advantages." I purred in his ear as he took what he wanted from my pussy. His fingers found my lips opening for his enjoyment. He turned me around so we could see in the mirror as he stayed behind me. His hands were busy gliding over my body. "I think men don't appreciate the woman's body as it becomes mature. I love your breasts, the saying more than a mouthful is a waste is all wrong." He laughed deeply as he reached under my breasts holding their heaviness in his hands easily. 'Look at these they are magnificent, Sophia so responsive so absolutely beautiful." he said enthusiastically as he pinched their nipples hard. I screamed out in passions he was igniting the fire being built a little at a time. I knew he would quench my needs in due time. I found this so exciting watching his hands owning me. Unabashedly we explored each other looking at his cock was a delicious treat. It stood straight up lying at his stomach nothing seemed to make it soft. His readiness was such a turn on. He was proud of his prowess and well he should have been. Young cock was something to behold at any age. Being so much older looking at my fortieth birthday in a few weeks his cock was so magnificently built. Being thick with the girth, long in length he was a perfection of the Adonis type of Greek God's. Poetry was made from this beautiful rock hard specimen. What a waste on many young girls I thought of Muffie. "Joshua last night I don't mean to pry. Last night you had argued with Muffie just before coming upstairs. Was it about sex?" I asked knowing he wouldn't mind me asking. "Yes. It seems she thinks I can be put off forever and I have gone along with it. A man needs to feel a woman can and does want him sexually you know?" he answered as he opened my pussy lips looking at my inner pussy in the mirror. "Oh Joshua that's how girls are brought up. You know I was a girl once." I said without thinking. "Once?" he laughed loudly. 'I think you are still a girl Sophia. Don't you?" He said stroking my clit to readiness. We laughed at my choice of words. Yes I thought I am a girl, a woman with a beautiful man showing me pleasures. A man that fuck's me in the morning that I love and adore. Love and sex are beautiful. Sex and inspiration is also very beautiful as I felt my knee's go weak cumming at Joshua's fingers and his voice whispering in my ear. "Yes, baby cum like that for me. Now!" He seductively said. And I did just that. Seeing me cum brought Joshua into another level more determined to have me. I felt the change in his reaction and reacted instantly with more passions. We used the whole shower stall finally spilling out onto the floor. He fucked me every position has known to me and some I hadn't thought of. His eagerness was such a turn on for me. Sometime we made it to my bed as we snuffled into one another it was him that caught the time jumping he realized he was to be at practice in fifteen minutes. Laying there being completely exhausted by this morning I smiled at my circumstances. Two men of great qualities both showing me their passions. I wasn't sure what it would be like but without a doubt I knew I wanted both my cake and to eat it too.