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Spinner

By: Michael142



The first time I saw her, she was perched on a barstool on the tiniest little ass I have ever seen. She looks twelve or thirteen, but I found out later that she is a college sophomore, and nineteen. My buddy spotted her first, 

"Mike! See that one at the bar?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Spinner!" 

I chuckled immediately as I took another swig off my Dos Equis. Although I had never really heard that expression before, I knew exactly what he meant. He means that she is so tiny that in a cowgirl position and tucking in her knees, you could just spin her around impaled on your cock... a spinner! Crude remark perhaps, but just stuff between guys and not meant to be shared in any other company or context. 

The problem is that she looks sweet, and as far as I can tell she is alone, nursing a lite beer that appears to be her first and only. I'm thinking that she just stopped in for a quick beer on a hot and humid day. Her short shorts ... white ones... define a perfect little ass. A pink halter-top and pristine white tennies completes the vision. I am guessing that she tops out at somewhere just under five feet and about a hundred ... mmm, maybe ninety-five pounds! 

She has perfectly shaped brown hair down just past shoulder-length. A pink ribbon pulls her hair away from her face ... I actually kinda like that look ... school-girlish! From what I can see of her face from my angle, she is cute! No, make that very cute! 

I need to know her! 

"I'll let you know when I find out, Jake!" 

I say to my friend in answer to his crude observation. I slide off my stool and away from our table; sidle up next to her stool and say, 

"Buy you another, doll?" 

She looks me up and down with a very obvious appraisal, smiles and says, 

"Mmm, no thanks honey. You're cute n'all, but I just stopped in for a quick one." 

"Well, how about something else? A burger? A car? A house?" 

She giggles musically (which, by the way quickens my heartrate) and asks, 

"Are you hitting on me?" 

Always being an honest and straightforward guy I answer with a confident smile, 

"Um, yup!" I sweeten the smile as much as I can and continue, "Thing is, I think you are kind of cute and quite frankly, would just be interested in getting to know you." 

"That's very flattering handsome, but not today. I appreciate the effort though!" 

I hear Jake chuckling. She notices too, and says, 

"Friend of yours?" 

"Yes, that is my imbecile friend, Jake. I'm Mike, by the way." 

"Well Mike, it was very nice to meet you, but I have to get going. Bye!" 

Usually that 'bye' would have been a knife in the back of any nascent relationship, but I decide to take matters into my own hands. In the time it takes her to get her purse out and pay her tab, and get to the front door, I am already waiting for her outside. The sidewalk was busy, but as soon as she appears outside the place I drop to one knee, with my arms outstretched. I have a lyrical baritone singing voice and as a last ditch effort, I decide to serenade her right there. I sang, 

"I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles, girl-from-the-Fifth-Street-pu-u-uu-ub!" 

She covers her mouth with both hands; to stifle a giggle and her surprise, as a crowd around the entrance applauds my effort ... I even get a couple of whistles! Smiling, she says, 

"Okay, okay! Um, I do have some time, so how about a nice iced chai tea at Starbucks around the corner? Your treat, of course!" 

She extends her hand to help me to my feet, 

"Gillian! But, everyone calls me 'Gilly' and I kind of um, like it. Does anyone ever call you Michael?" 

"Nope. Mostly Mike since I was about uh, a minute and a half old." 

She laughs and says, "I want to call you Michael! Is that alright?" 

"Find by me, and actually I like the way it sounds when you say it!" 

She smiles and takes my arm. As we walk away, I see Jake watching this from the other side of the door, inside the club. He is slowly shaking his huge bearded head and saying something that I cannot hear... 

...but I know what he is saying. He is muttering to himself, 

"How'n the fuck does he do that shit?" 

I wave goodbye to him smiling at my triumph. Pretending she didn't notice, Gilly says, 

"Wave goodbye to Jake for me too, Michael!" 

"I did. You're covered, baby!" 

We just chit-chat on the way to the coffeehouse: where are you going to school, what's your major, the usual pre-first-date-getting-to-know-each-other bullshit! I ask her, 

"Why lite beer, Gilly? I'll have to take you out sometime and buy you a good beer ... one you can actually taste." 

"Um, thanks Michael, but let's just get past a chai tea at Starbucks first, before we start naming our children." 

Great sense of humor! 

This tiny little girl is going to be fun! If I can close the deal, that is! 

"You're right, first things first. We need to get to know each other first, maybe a movie or dinner or something. By the way, what are some of your favorite baby names?" I joke. 

"Michael!" she responds quickly in a giggly accusation. 

We end up spending an hour at the coffeehouse, just talking and laughing. She is a delightful person, with a terrific sense of humor and a quick wit. She is going to City University, and is in a B.S.N program, studying to be a nurse. I tease her about being a pediatric nurse so she will at least be taller than her patients. She slugs me in the arm with her tiny fist for teasing her and giggles a little. 

"That's yery funny Michael, but I have actually heard that one before ... about a dozen times a day, actually!" 

"I doubt that!" I challenge her. 

"Well, okay, that's an exaggeration, but I have heard it before." She admits. 

"And I was so hoping to come up with an original insult for a girl I just met!" I tease her. 

I find out that she is four-foot ten, and ninety-two pounds. She is about six months away from her twentieth birthday, but she looks so much younger. I decide not to tell her about the 'spinner' comment from Jake, since she might misconstrue my interest in her. I lose track of what she was saying at one point in the conversation, just staring into her blue eyes, and searching her pretty face with mine. 

I get caught when she asked a question that I missed, 

"Michael! Did you hear what I asked? I asked about your program at school!" 

I tell her exactly why my attention wandered ... looking at her, admiring her pretty face ... and she smiles sweetly, idly running her fingertips through the hair on my forearm says, 

"Oh, Michael. That's so sweet!" She looks at my watch and says, 

"I have to get going but you can walk me home! It's just a couple more blocks." 

We had a club sandwich with our drinks, and I left a tip for the waitress, and we walked out. On the way to her apartment, I asked her out for Friday night. By way of answering me, she fishes a pen out of her purse takes my hand, and turning it over writes her number on my palm. 

"Call me tomorrow night, Michael!" 

She kisses the tip of her finger, and presses it to my lips as a goodbye kiss. She smiles, knowing that I am hoping to taste her lips and says, 

"Bye, Michael!" 

I am too stunned to answer, and just give her a lame kind of half wave. I watch her perfect tiny ass, as it ascends the stairs and disappears into the darkness of her building. I walk back to the bar, and am not surprised to find Jake still there, trying to put moves on a pretty coed. I walk up to them and tell the girl, 

"Don't believe a word he says, darlin'! He's the biggest liar in town!" 

Jake turns around and with a big smile, 

"Mike! Where's that pretty little thing of yours?" 

"Walked her home ... maybe Friday night. Ask the bartender for a piece of paper and a pen will you?" 

I copy Gillian's number onto a bar napkin and stuff it in my pocket. 

"Mike, you are a real master ... you know that? I would have bet against your getting that little spinner's number!" 

"Gilly ... her name is Gilly, Jake, and she is a very nice girl!" I say as I clap him on his monstrous shoulder. Then I turned to the girl he was working on and say, 

"He is big and ugly, but he is a lot of fun, and has a heart of gold so, my dear, you are a fool if you don't give him your number!" She smiles at me and says, 

"What if I give you my number handsome? You can call it, but if you don't I will be very disappointed. I won't complain too much if you give it to Jake though. I like the big bear type!" 

She writes her number on a napkin and hands it to me, and I hand it off to Jake. 

"Have fun, you two!" and with a fatherly look and a sideways glance I add, "Be good!" 

As I make my exit, I notice Jake moving in a little closer, and his new friend responding to him. He turns and his broad smile says, "Thanks Mike!" 

"What's a wingman for?" I think to myself as I walk out. Over my shoulder, I hear her as Jake, "What's a spinner?" 

Back at my place, a crappy dorm room actually, I am just sitting at my small crowded desk, thinking about Gillian. I think about how her hair looked with the sunlight on it. I think about how incredible her blue eyes look with her darkish brown hair ... stunning, really! Then I have a dirty little thought about her being, well, tiny underneath. Since she is so small, I am thinking about how tiny her little pussy might be. 

I have been with small girls of course, but this one will be the smallest if I ever get the pleasure. After that semi-vicarious kiss as we shared as we parted, I am not sure that will ever happen. I decide, looking at the rumpled napkin containing her phone number, not to call her tomorrow night as she suggests. It might seem a little over-anxious. 

It will definitely put me on her mind ... and on her radar. I also decide to come up with something more creative for a first date than dinner and a movie. Something to get her little heart racing. But what? I turn to my books, and tomorrow's assignment and vow to work something out later. 

I meet Jake at the pub again the next night, instead of calling Gillian. 

"Mike! What the hell! Are you crazy? You didn't call her?" 

"I just thought it might seem a little overly urgent and needy to call her on command. I'll call her tomorrow night, but I have to come up with something to wow her on the first date. Any suggestions?" 

"Well, I just take 'em out for a few drinks to get them loosened up, and then try to get them into the sack. Works more often than not Mike!" 

"Wow, Jake! That's magnificent! Are you shitting me ... get her loosened up hoping to get her in the sack? That's your idea?" 

"Well, yeah. It works, sometimes." 

"What kind of a wingman comes up with a bullshit suggestion like 'loosen 'em up and get 'em in the sack'? Jake, I want this girl! I want an on-going relationship with her, not just to test your 'spinner' theory!" 

Jake thinks for a moment and says, 

"Well, how about that Art Fair down by the lake? It starts this Friday; maybe pack a lunch or sumthin'!" 

"Okay, well at least that's on the right track. Let me think about that. By the way, what ever happened to that busty blond we met yesterday?" 

"I am seeing her again tonight later. I am taking her to dinner and a movie! How's that for creative? I think she likes me ... she asked about you though!" 

"You are just a savant, Jake! But thanks for the tip about the Art Fair ... she might like that!" 

The next night, the night after she expected to hear from me, I call her. The phone rings, once, twice, three times ... she made me wait until the fifth ring, then I hear her voice, 

"Hello Michael!" 

"Hi Gilly, um, I am wondering if you have any plans for Friday night?" 

"Mmm, nothing major! What did you have in mind?" 

"I'll pick you up at seven, wear something casual ... jeans or shorts ... but bring a light sweater." 

"Hmm, sounds mysterious, Michael! May I know what we will me doing?" 

"If you can wait two days, I think we will have fun!" 

"Okay handsome, but it had better be good ... I am looking forward to doing something I can brag to my girlfriends about!" I laugh, and simply say, 

"See you on Friday ... seven, doll! 

"Bye Michael!" 

Okay, so now what am I going to do? Tramping around some dusty Art Fair might be fun for a while! But what else? I have two days to come up with something she can brag to her friends about. I didn't chat with her on this phone call, but you never do when you are calling just to set up the date. 

I have homework to do, and work on a research paper to get it started. I hate cramming big projects into the last night, but I have about a week, to I get it done. 

Friday night arrives, and at about ten minutes before seven, I call her on my cell phone telling her to meet me out in front of her building. 

She is sitting on her stoop as I pull up. She slowly rises, her eyes widen and she puts both her hands to her mouth in a surprised smile. I stop the tandem bike right in front of her, and remove my 'Blues Brother's' style sunglasses. 

"Oh-my-god, Michael!" she says half laughing. 

"Hop on baby ... room for two!" She looks over my rig, eyes wide as I hand her an identical pair of sunglasses to wear as we ride. She giggles and puts them on and we mug our imitation of the Blues Brothers, and she gets onto the back seat. I have a small cooler bungeed to the carrier behind her seat. 

"Where are we going Michael?" 

"Dinner!" is all I say. 

She smiles as we pedal away from her dorm building. She has handlebars attached to my seat post, but only mine can steer. We ride without her knowing where we are going, but she happily provides half the pedal-power. We ride for about twenty minutes and enter the park by the lake. There is an amusement park across the lake, and this weekend they are having an Art Fair, starting tonight. 

I find a nice quiet grassy spot near the lake, and pull us over to a stop. She gets off, and immediately pulls the basket off the back of the bike. She is surprised to find still warm roasted chicken, a salad, a couple of bunches of grapes, and a bottle of Chardonnay with a couple of plastic flutes. 

"Oh, Michael! I love it ... so romantic! Can you open the wine; I'll fix us each a plate." 

I pull out my portable wine bottle opener, it is pocketsize, and has two prongs that slide down each side of the cork. A couple of twists and the cork pops out. I fill the plastic wine glasses halfway, and we make a toast. "To us!" 

"Michael, I love this so much ... we can see the lights from the amusement part, this is wonderful. I was worried that you might just come up with something lame, like dinner and a movie. This is sooo much better!" 

"Glad you approve! Plus, you make the cutest Blues Brother ever, baby!" 

"You really think so?" she says as she reaches over and dons the sunglasses I brought for her, and giggles musically. 

After dinner, we decide to ride over to the Art Fair, and the amusement park. It is just a ten-minute pedal around the lake; she jumps off as I chain the bike to a post. We walk around the fair, with Gilly checking out several of the booths. We watch a stilt-walker striding through the fair, and a fire-eater. We admire some of the more creative artwork, discussing various pieces. 

When we decide on a couple of rides, we start with the roller coaster. I am not one for heights, but not afraid of them either and we find ourselves raising our hands off the bars on the down hills. It is exhilarating! She wants to checkout their Ferris wheel, and as luck would have it, we are stuck on top for a few minutes. I tell her, 

"You know Gilly, it is tradition that if a couple gets stuck at the very top of a Ferris wheel, they have to kiss." 

She didn't say a word as she turns to me, closes her eyes and parts her lips. We share a very soft and nice kiss, until the wheel jerks us back to reality and starts to descend. We kiss each time the wheel stops to let someone off. I hear some guy a couple of seats behind us yell, "Give her the tongue, dude!" We just laughed, and she slides her tongue out just to touch my lips at the next stop. Her soft, warm and moist little appendage tastes sweet as it presses against my lips before she quickly retracts it. 

"Michael, I hope you don't think I am being forward, but the roller coaster excited me, and being on top of the world with you is just too much!" 

"No Gilly, it was nice ... felt nice!" 

She moans softly as she cuddles closer to me. When we reach bottom, I climb out first and take her hand to help her out before the scraggly-haired operator can take that pleasure from me. 

"Why, thank you kind sir!" she says with a sweet smile (one that melts my heart!). 

"Da nada, baby!" I answer as she giggles. 

When we reach the bike, she is standing there in her prim little white short shorts and tennies. Her breasts are small, but push out against the material of her halter-top as she breathes heavily. She brushes her hair back off her neck on each side with her hands, and softly says, 

"Kiss me Michael!" 

I waste no time in closing the distance between us, take her in my arms as she tiptoes up and I kiss her as passionately as I can. The kiss lasts for a long time as I hold her with my hands on her back; one high and one lower down. We decide to kick off our shoes, and walk along the shore for a while, talking softly and holding hands. The cool sand feels great on our bare feet and between our toes. 

At one point, she teases me trying to trip me with a torrent of giggles, and I pick her up in my arms and pretend I am going to feed her to the waves as she screams, 

"MICHAEL ... NO!!" 

On the count of three I pass her over the water and then set her back down on the sand. My counter-tease earns me a slug in the shoulder, and then another kiss as she throws her arms around me. 

"Oh, Michael! I am having a wonderful time tonight, and I will definitely brag to my friends about our evening together." 

We are walking along the beach hand in hand again, and she is quiet, thinking hard about something. She suddenly comes out with it, as if it is an addendum to her last comment, 

"But, Michael ... what is a ... 'spinner'? I overheard Jake use that expression ...his voice carries ... and you chuckled when he said it. So what does that mean Michael ... does it have anything to do with why you asked me out?" 

"Wow, that's a lot of questions from a very curious little girl!" I say, buying some time to form an answer to her main question. I decide that leveling with her is best, even if it cost me her continued company. 

"Gilly, 'spinner' is a kind of sexual term use for a girl that is very petite, as you are. Before I explain what it is, let me answer another of your questions first." She is intently interested in every syllable coming from me as I continue, 

"When Jake pointed you out, he used a crude comment, but when I saw you I forgot what he said. I didn't know anything about you, and just chucked at a comment between guys. When I saw you sitting so prettily at the bar, and could see at least part of her pretty face and I was smitten! I told Jake that I had to know you. We are out together tonight to start fulfilling that mission ... and nothing further ... I have no ulterior motives in asking you out, but to get to know you, and show you a nice time." 

"Michael, that's sweet, but I am still unfamiliar with that term, so can you um, explain what it means ... to a guy." 

"Gilly, I am not going to equivocate, and I will always answer questions you ask honestly. This might be one of those occasions where you might want to be careful about asking a question you don't really want the answer to." 

She let go of my hand and we stopped. We are facing each other as I admire the way the the breeze plays with her hair. She is looking up at me intently waiting for my answer to her first question. I did not let her wait long, 


Spinner Ch. 02



Note to readers: I might have named my female lead 'Jillian', but I like the look of the alternative 'Gillian' and its separation from its male form Julian. The pronunciation is the same, just as with the word, 'ginger,' and the name of American actress Gillian Anderson. The familiar form, 'Gilly' is similarly pronounced like 'Jilly." Please enjoy, as you are able. 

***** 

Gillian gives me her most precious gift. 

Chapter 02, Part 1 of 2: 

Gilly (Gillian) became a mystery to me after our first and only date. As far as I am concerned, our date was fun and creative, and she seemed to have a good time. She thinks that I have an ulterior motive for dating her, conflated with the fact that my well-meaning, but moronic friend Jake referred to her as a 'spinner,' a derogatory term for a very petite woman. 

The unfortunate part is that when Jake pointed her out, I saw her. I mean I really saw her! I saw her pretty face, and her attractive petite shape, but I also saw the way she moved, the way she held her lite beer bottle, especially with her little finger raised for balance as she tilted it to her full, pursed pink lips. I needed to meet her, to know her better. I needed to find out what her laugh sounds like, how my name sounds when she says it, how her mind works, all of those little things she does without knowing that she is doing them. 

These are all things you can't tell from first glance, you have to spend time together. That is what we did, but since she overheard Jake, she thinks that I have some weird sexual agenda for her, and our fun and exciting date turned cold at the end of it. She did tell me not to lose her number when she gave me that non-kiss kiss goodnight ... it has now been two weeks since our date and I have not lost her number, but I have not called it either. 

True, I have been very busy with school, work, friends, and etcetera. But, Gilly is crossing my mind tonight and I am going to call her. I need to find out why the cold goodbye after a warm and fun date. Hell, I received a warmer goodnight from the girl at the bicycle rental place after the date! I need to know! So, I am going to call her! 

I pick up my cell, and hesitate; you know the typical "should I, or shouldn't I?" hesitation. Fuck it! I dial her number. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, is this Gilly?" 

"This is Gillian, yes." 

"Gilly, you can see my number displayed on your phone, you know who this is!" 

"Hello Michael!" 

"So we are going to do this by the numbers are we? Okay, I'll play: How are you Gillian!" 

'I'm fine Michael, but I haven't heard from you for a while. I thought you might have lost my number. I looked for you at the Fifth Street Pub a couple of times, but didn't see you." 

"Well, I haven't been there much. Busy ... you know!" 

"Yes. So let me ask you, Michael. How are you?" 

"Confused!" 

"Confused? About what?" 

"Confused about dating a girl I like, showing her a great time, and receiving a cold goodnight!" 

"Michael, I didn't consider it cold. Didn't I tell you not to lose my number? That was an invitation to call me again." 

"Well ... I'm calling." 

"It's nice to hear from you Michael. If you are up to giving a girl a second chance, I am available Friday nights ... usually! 

"So, you do not have any questions about my motives for dating you?" 

"I talked to Jake at the pub the other day, and he told me about your original motives that you just wanted to get to know um, me ... as a person. I liked that Michael." 

And after a short pause she says quietly, 

"Ask me out again!" 

"First, I have to know if it is Gillian or Gilly!" 

"Gilly!" she answers with a slight giggle. 

"Well then Gilly, there is a concert next Friday ... classical ... Brahms and Shubert I think ... and I have scored two tickets. I will be there but there will be an empty seat next to me. I am looking for someone to occupy that seat. So, if you happen to hear about someone who likes classical music and likes me, perhaps you might let me know! 

(She giggles) 

"It just so happens that I know of such a person. She fits that bill perfectly! 

"Really? That's great! Can you give me her number? Have her give me a call?" 

"Okay, okay Michael I am sorry about the finger-kiss, you deserved better. And, I would love to go with you to warm up that empty seat!" 

"Pick you up at Seven!" 

"Wonderful! Bye Michael!" 

So there it is! I have a date with Gillian for Friday night. Now all I have to do is to get two tickets together for Friday night's concert. Just kidding, I already have them! Okay, she said yes, so in my book that entitles our petite little girl to a reset. I know that she enjoyed our first date, and this one will be less creative, but I don't want to date someone I have to keep impressing—keep winning. That's the task for the first date, and as far as I am concerned, mission accomplished. 

That having been said, the death of any relationship is in the mediocrity and predictability that they inevitably become. So, if I want to keep this girl, I will have to throw her a curve occasionally. But, that depends on what I find out about her as we see each other more. Believe me; I will want to see her more! The combination of looks and cleverness is just too compelling! 

Okay, so much for my views on dating, relationships and help for the lonely-hearted. I am meeting Jake for a couple of beers at the pub, and am on my way now. 

"Mike! Dude!" 

I hear the familiar booming voice, and the bone-shattering clap on the shoulder from an enormous hand. 

"Hey, Jake! What's up?" 

"Haven't seen your skinny ass around here for a while, what've you been up to?" 

"Well, work, school, living my life, avoiding this dive! You know ... the normal!" 

"Well, it's good to see you buddy!" I smile at him and say, 

"So, what's going on with that knockout blonde I saw you with the last time I was here? I remember that she said she likes 'em big and hairy and smelly or something like that." 

"Big bear! She said she likes the big bear type Mike. And, thanks for passing her number on to me. But, we kind of fizzled out after a couple of dates ... she was smokin' hot though. Yeah, Angie! She was sumthin' wasn't she?" 

"Don't know Jake, I didn't see any smoke last time! And, you are welcome dude, just being a good wingman!" 

"Yeah, Angie was great, but I guess not my type after all. Oh here! Here's the napkin she used to write her number. She did give it to you, so I'm giving it back." (He stuffs it in my shirt pocket) 

"Thanks, but I hope I won't need it. I say, as Jake drops his smile and offers, 

"Hey! I talked to that little spinner you walked off with a couple of weeks ago. She came in ... day before yesterday I think, but didn't stay long. I think she was looking for you. I talked to her a little." 

"First, Jake, don't call her a spinner, her name is Gillian ... Gilly! Actually that term caused a little bit of a wrinkle in our friendship." 

"Yeah, I know ... she told me. She was worried that you were just dating her because of some barroom bet or something. But I set 'er straight, I told her that you were only interested in getting to know her and your motives were pure." 

"Thanks, Jake, now that's being a good wingman! Actually, I just talked to her today, and we are going out next Friday night ... a concert. We'll see what happens." 

"She likes you Mike! She didn't say so in so many words, but I saw the look in her eyes when she described your first date. You hit a homerun with her dude! Bike for two! Great idea and it worked on her, I know it did." 

"Well, we'll see! I like her, but the ending of the date was a little cool." 

"She didn't say anything about that, so maybe she didn't think it was so cool. But then I was eyeing a couple of big boobs across the bar while she was talking, so I may have missed something." 

"Your multitasking prowess is truly amazing, Jake! So, what happened to the big boobs?" 

"Ah, they left with someone else. Major bummer!" 

Jake and I hear a decidedly female voice coming from over my right shoulder, 

"Hi Jake, what's up darlin'?" 

"Hey Angie! You remember Mike here don't you? 

"Oh yes, hello again handsome, where have you been keeping yourself? May I join you two gentlemen? I answer her with, 

"Hi Angie ... sure, pull up a chair. But, you should be careful throwing around words like 'gentlemen' with the likes of Jake and me. (she laughs) You are looking decidedly scrumptious tonight ... nice sweater!" 

She giggles, placing a hand on my arm since she decided to sit next to me. 

"Very cute Michael! Yes, this is one of my favorite sweaters ... you don't think it shows too much boob, do you? I am proud of my 'girls' and I do tend to show them off a little too much!" 

"No such thing doll' Gimme a good set of boobs any day!" Jake chimes in. 

"Why thank you Jake honey! I am wondering what our quiet handsome Michael has to say." 

"They are very nice Angie!" 

"Well Michael, maybe you and I should go somewhere quiet and discuss it—I mean them! Wait! What's this Michael? (She pulls the bar napkin out of my pocket with her name and number on it) Hmmm, it looks like a napkin. Oh, look it has my name on it! And what else is there, oh yes, it's my phone number. What are you doing with my phone number, Michael?" she says with a sexy smile, arching her back a little to show off her 'girls'. 

"That's the one you gave to Jake. Well, you gave it to me, and I gave it to Jake. Remember your romance with Jake?" 

"Well, you should call it sometime Michael! Never know what might happen!" 

"Well, I am seeing someone right now, actually." 

"Oh, yes! That little spinner! How is that going Michael?" 

"Her name is Gillian. I wish everyone would stop calling her a 'spinner'!" 

"Uh huh, sounds serious Michael." She says. 

"Well, look Jake, Gotta move along, homework. Angie it was nice seeing you ... and them again." Then I kiss her on the cheek, and slide a hand over her left breast as I say, "Bye Angie, bye girls! I'll leave you two lovebirds alone!" 

I clap Jake on the shoulder and say, "Later, dude!" 

"Later, Mike. Good luck with Gilly!" 

"Thanks!" 

I head out of the bar and back to my crappy dorm room. I just gave Angie a touch to tease her a little, nothing sexual. But, damn! It felt great ... soft but firm. I am sure she would love to give me a private showing of them some time. If things don't work out with Gillian, Angie might provide me with a soft landing. She is beautiful though, and my God, what a set! I am just guessing that I could have a magnificent piece-of-ass just for the asking. 

But, right now my tastes run to girls of the more diminutive persuasion. I start thinking about Gilly, I see her hair being teased by the wind and holding a reflection of the fireworks at the lake. The way she turns her head and smiles so sweetly, her quick wit, and the way her sparkling blue eyes contrast so beautifully with her brown hair. There's a lot to like, hoping to discover more! 

Friday night will be another outdoor concert, and hopefully a chance to cuddle with her for warmth on a cool evening. I think I will take her to D'Angelo's before, to see if she likes Italian. And, who knows what afterward, it is only our second date so probably another 'finger-kiss' goodnight. 

I have an old Jeep Cherokee that still runs, and still has some 'curb appeal' to it and I am pulling up in front of Gillian's building. Her dorm has a squawk box, so I have to ring her room number. 

"Friend or foe?" I hear someone (not Gilly) say. (Must be a roommate) 

"Friend of Gilly's" 

"Oh you must be Michael. She's still getting gorgeous, so when I buzz you in, there is a waiting area inside." 

Once buzzed in I find a serviceable couch to use, waiting for gorgeous. Then I hear a door close on the second floor, and a minute later, there is Gilly. She is a vision in a white dress, which extends to about her knees, with a teal colored pashmina (like a long wide scarf or loose upper body wraparound) around her shoulders and tied in front. Lovely! She descends the stairs, and smiles sweetly. I give her a very chaste hug when she arrives at the sitting area. 

"Hello, Michael!" 

"Aw, I thought your roommate said you were going to be gorgeous!" 

"Michael! Be nice!" she scolds as she punches my in the shoulder for teasing her. I laugh. 

"You are an absolute vision, Gilly ... very lovely!" 

"Why thank you kind sir! Shall we go?" 

"How do you like Italian Gilly?" 

"I love Italian Michael, there's a nice little place in Old Town named D'Angelo's." 

"Good guess, honey! That's where we're going!" 

"Oh, Michael ... that sounds so wonderful!" 

I escort my lovely date out to the car, and before I get the door open, she tiptoes up and kisses me. Not just a peck, and certainly not a 'finger-kiss,' but a full on, 'I really like you' kind of kiss! 

"Mmm, nice Gilly! You might just become my favorite flavor!" 

"Michael, I am so sorry that I might have seemed cool to you last time. I really did love everything we did, and you showed me a really nice time. You are a sweet guy Michael darling, and I was wrong about you. Let's just have a nice time tonight. And, if you are lucky, you might just get a sexy goodnight kiss tonight!" 

"Okay honey, I think what we have planned will be fun." 

We drive to the restaurant in relative quiet, with just a little conversation. I look over at my date, just admiring the view, and smiling to myself. I feel so lucky having Gillian. She is my kind of girl. 

I realize that this could be a make-or-break date. On first dates, it is easy to impress a girl who is also trying to impress you, but the second date is a gateway to either having a relationship, or moving on separately. On the third and later dates, you can relax a little. But, second date is make-or-break. 

I decide not to try too hard. After all I do have Angie's phone number, and the potential to get my hands on her 'girls' as a 'fall back' position (ha ha)! I am just going to be me, and she will either like that or not. I pull into the parking lot, and quickly pad around the car to open Gilly's door for her. 

"Thanks honey!" She says sweetly, in her musical voice. 

She wraps an arm around one of mine, and leans her head against my shoulder. She smells nice! Not perfume, but likely lotions and bath soaps, and her natural aromas ... the combination is very pleasant. The headwaiter shows us to a very nice table in the center of the place, I hold Gilly's chair for her just being a gentleman, and receive a sweet smile for my efforts. I order a carafe of their house Chianti to start with. Although I am twenty-one, Gilly is not quite twenty. Our waiter solves the problem by bringing the wine with two wine glasses. 

I pour a glass for Gilly and one for myself. She looks at me nervously, but decides a glass won't hurt her and smiles as she says thank you to me. 

"Gillian, we need a toast. Do you have one or should I?" 

"Go ahead Michael, I'm sure it will be nice!" 

"Raise you glass honey." I take a moment to think and say, "This is one I learned from my uncle Bill so, (ahem!)" 

"Here's to the prettiest, here's to the wittiest, Here's to the truest of all who are true, Here's to the neatest one, here's to the sweetest one, Here's to them all wrapped in one ... here's to you!" 

"Oh Michael, that was so sweet!" She says as she takes a baby sip from her glass. 

"I have one, Michael! Raise you glass!" She is trying to control her giggling and remain serious, as she composes her toast and says, 

"Here's to us Michael, and to a continued and growing relationship with love and um, lovemaking!" 

"Here, here, sweetie! I especially like the last part. Do you think we should skip dinner and the concert?" 

"Michael, be serious! Everything in its own good time." 

"Of course! Let's just have fun tonight!" 

We do have fun too. We laugh and joke, and I am finding that she has a wonderful sense of humor and a sharp wit. She asks about my uncle Bill, and I tell her what a silver-tongued devil he was with the women. We order different entrée's, and decide to share. I have spaghetti with meatballs, and she has the lasagna. She neatly cuts a chunk of her entrée off and puts it on my plate. I give her two of my four meatballs. 

I fill her glass twice more during the meal, and as our food starts to disappear, she looks over at my plate at my one lone remaining meatball. She starts to move her fork toward my plate threateningly, 

"Don't even think about it baby!" I say, but she is very quick as she spears it and puts it on her plate, guarding it with her hand around her plate. 

"Michael, I have to have that meatball. I just have to!" 

"Give it up, baby! That's my meatball!" I move my fork over to capture it back and she pulls her plate away out of my reach. 

"Huh uh, Michael, it is too important to me!" she says giggling. 

"Well, then I have to get something for it" I reply. She furrows her brow and asks, 

"Like what, Michael?" 

"Mmm, something! I will let you decide, but something that feels good!" I say with a lascivious smile. 

"Michael!" She scowls scolding, and then softens it into a smile. 

"Well, those are my demands!" I insist. 

"Well, Michael, since I already have it, I don't see where you have a card to play here!" She answers with a haughty smile. 

"Okay, then I appeal to your honor and sense of fair play. You have to give me something ... tonight ... something you were not planning on giving me!" 

"Michael, like what?" 

"You decide! Just remember, whatever it is, I'll be gentle!" I crack up when I say it so she relaxes a little, 

"Okay Michael, I'll give you ... something ... just let me think about it!" 

She puts the meatball to her lips, and slowly slides it in, closing her pretty pink lips around it as her cheeks bulge to accommodate it. She chews it slowly until she swallows it and says, 

"Mmm! Oh Michael, that was the most delicious meatball I have ever had. So savory, so round, and so ... sumptuous!" she says that last word as if were a sex act, but can't keep a straight face, and giggles. 

"I am happy it was so good for you sweetie, but just remember, it will cost you ... something good!" 

She wears a sexy smile ... one I haven't seen on her yet, and replies, 

"I'm working on it darling. It will be something you will like!" 

Is she really going to sell her body to me for a meatball? 

Maybe, but it does give her an excuse to give me something she might have already decided upon anyway. Although sex usually comes after the third date or so, it might not be too early, if she really likes me. Girls already know when they first meet a boy, if they are going to give themselves to him, and when! They have that worked out by the end of the first date! 

We share a small piece of cheesecake, and have a fork fight over each little bite, laughing and giggling. She captures the last bite, and as she puts it into her mouth, she gives me a victorious smile. 

We get up to leave and I pull her chair out for her; she again hugs my arm with hers as I lead her back to the car. Gillian excuses herself to make a phone call, and I wait by the car as she steps away to make the call. All I can hear—and I am not really listening—is, 

"Hi Sherry honey, um I would like to ... yes, a 'red light' tonight ... if it's okay ... yes, Michael ... uh huh ... no, of course not ... mmm, maybe ... you can? ... okay, thanks darling!" After she hangs up, I say, 

"Your other boyfriend?" I ask not wanting to admit that I knew she was talking to someone named Sherry ... she will think I was eavesdropping ... I heard, but I was not really listening. 




Spinner Ch. 02



"Mmm, maybe! Are you worried about that?" 

"No!" 

"Well it was just my friend, Sherry. I just needed to ask her something." 

"Fine by me!" 

We head to the concert venue, which is an outdoor amphitheater, walk with the crowd through the gate and quickly find our seats. They are wooden seats with backs, and attached to cement supports in long arches for each row. They are close enough together so I can put my arm around her if I wish. Behind the seat section is an open field on a hill where people can sit or lie on the hill, for less money to listen to the concert. 

I am nervous, and it shows a little as we quietly talk back and forth, waiting for the concert to start. Gilly notices this, and turns toward me, takes my face in both of her tiny hands, and kisses me. Then she withdraws slowly looking into my eyes, and says softly, 

"Relax, Michael! We are going to have a wonderful time tonight. You are doing great! Any girl would love being with you ... I love being with you!" She says. 

"Thanks, I guess I am a little nervous, but I will be better once the music begins. Brahms and Schubert are pretty accessible to most people, and the Chopin will be great." I say. 

"I played the cello in a high school orchestra, so I am familiar with Brahms and Schubert, Chopin is mostly piano music, but I love listening to it." She says. 

"That's good to know Gilly. I love classical music and a lot of other types of music as well, but many girls would be bored to tears with classical, so it will relax me a little knowing that you are good with it, and I want to make a good impression." 

"Michael, you made a very good impression with our first date. Very clever, and I did brag to my girlfriends about the wonderful time we had. They were all jealous, and all wanted your phone number!" 

I have my right hand resting my thigh, and she reaches over and gently puts her tiny hand on top of it, looks me in the eye, and says, 

"Michael, you only have to win me once, and you have. I am yours! I think it was when you sang that silly version of "My Mammy" in front of the Fifth Street Pub. A girl loves a guy who is willing to embarrass himself in public for her. You see me Michael, and I can feel that." 

"Thanks Gilly, I was just worried about that silly 'spinner' thing, and I never for a second thought of you that way. I know that whatever my meatball might buy me; it will only be a second or third base kind of thing. I am not pushing you for anything more than that." 

"We'll see Michael, I haven't decided yet. You will know after the concert!" 

"That must have been a hell of a meatball!" 

"It was, Michael, it really was!" she says giggling. 

I watch Gilly a little, as she listens to the music, and she seems to be enjoying the concert. She looks over at me at one point, and seeing me watching her, she smiles sweetly. It seems to me that the Chopin portion is really getting to her since it is such evocative music, and during a couple of the more sensitive pieces, she tears up some. I notice her emotions, and she turns to me and quietly whispers, 

"Michael, don't look at me right now! I don't want you to see me cry!" as she dabs her eyes with a tissue. 

I put my arm around her and she moves closer to me. By the last portion of the concert, it is getting cool, and she huddles her shoulders a little, so I take my sports jacket off and put it around her tiny shoulders, and pull her closer. When the concert closes, we rise and quickly head for the exit to beat some of the crowd. Once inside the car, I turn the heat on to warm my little girl. 

We are sitting in the car waiting for the parking lot to empty a little before we leave. We are not in a hurry, and we spend the time kissing and touching gently. She loved the concert and she talks excitedly about many of the pieces she loved most. I found that she has a good grasp of how to listen to classical music and knowledge of the particular pieces. 

On the road finally, we decide to stop and walk around the park by the lake a little. It gives us some time to talk. Talk about us, talk about the concert, and talk about the meatball and what it will buy for me. On that last item, I still don't know what I am getting for that little purloined delicacy! She just giggles and says that I will find out! 

Finally on the way to her dorm, she asks me if I have anything planned for the next morning and I tell her that there is nothing that I can't miss if I need to. Then she says, 

"Michael, Sherry is my dorm mate, and I called her for a 'red light' which is our request to use the dorm room for an exclusive guest ... if you know what I mean. If she agrees, that means that she can 'sleep out' like at home or with a friend or somewhere, while I entertain a guest. Michael, you will be my guest tonight. I have never called her for a 'red light' before, but she has surprised me with a few." 

"Is this my meatball prize, Gilly?" 

"Maybe Michael, but I need to explain limits when we get up there. My room is a mess, but it will suit our needs tonight." 

"I'm ready if you are!" I say smiling. 

"Well honestly, I am a bit nervous, I never have done this before, and I am not sure about it, so you will have to be patient with me. I am not very experienced with boys, and they um, scare me a little!" 

We enter her building, and get some looks from other students in Gilly's coed dorm. It is almost as if their looks are asking, "'red light' tonight, huh?" So, I try not to make too much eye contact as we quickly head up to her second floor dorm room. 

Her room is cramped, but comfortable. It has a cooking plate, a small refrigerator, a couple of beds, desks, bookshelves like you might expect, with a farraginous assortment of books, and kitschy items. Gilly and Sherry have made it neat and comfortable ... homey! 

Inside her room, I can tell that she is nervous and I am beginning to suspect that she is about to disclose some secret or other. She takes off her pretty pashmina, and drapes it over a coat rack in the corner. She turns to me and says, 

"Would you care for a beer, Michael? I'm sorry we only have lite beer, and I know how you feel about that, but it is what we have. We have some sodas, and water, and some um, juice if you prefer!" 

"I'll have whatever you are having honey!" 

She smiles and reaches into the small fridge and produces a couple of lite beers. We sit on her bed and it seems that she wants to tell me something as she takes a large gulp of her beer to get her courage up ... so to speak. I can tell she is nervous, sitting bolt straight and she is a little jittery. She stands, puts her beer down, and then she becomes a lot jittery. She turns her back to me and says over her shoulder, in a voice that sounds like a decision is made, 

"T-Take my d-dress off, Michael!" 

I look up at her diminutive form and then standing; put a hand on her hip and one on her shoulder. I can feel her tiny frame shaking. I reach down and kiss her neck where it curves onto her shoulder. She gasps as I curl my fingers around to top of her dress and start to draw her zipper down. It goes down to the small of her back, and I peel her dress open, sliding my hands inside, over her downy skin. She is so soft! I slowly slip her dress over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. 

"Oh, my God!" I exclaim almost involuntarily seeing her lovely petite body. 

"Wh-what's wrong Michael?" she says looking over her shoulder. 

"Gilly! My God, you're so beautiful!" 

"Michael, please!" Then she nervously says, "Mi-Michael, you can t-take off my br-bra if you li-like!" 

I unhook it from behind, and slide the straps down over her shoulders, but she is holding the cups in place with her hands. She turns around, looks at me, lowers her eyes with a blush, and lets her hands drop; exposing the loveliest pair of breasts, I have ever seen; round, firm, and high on her chest. 

"Oh, my God, Gilly!" 

She smiles shyly, "Do you like what you see, Michael? 

"God, yes!" I say reflexively. She blushes and softly says, almost like a prayer, 

"Take me to bed, Michael!" 

I pick her up in my arms, and I lay her gently on the bed. I pull her stockings off slowly, one by one, smoothing my hands over her silky legs as I do. I reach for the waistband of her panties, and she says, 

"No Michael! Not those!" She looks up at me and continues, 

"You can touch any part of my body, except the parts covered by my panties. I would ask you to respect that Michael, and I know you will." She breaks eye contact and continues in a soft voice, almost a whisper, 

"Michael, I'm ... I'm a ... virgin! I know, I know, it's weird for a girl my age. I have had plenty of um, boyfriends, but they like, drop me when they find out ... I don't ... you know? Michael, just be with me tonight. Hold me an-and t-touch me." Her voice is hushed, and breathy. 

"Of course honey! Anything you wish. I have to say, that the sight of you is making me a little nervous ... maybe because you are special to me. After all, I don't sing "Mammy" to just any girl, you know! 

She starts to laugh softly, and I see her start to relax some, that was my aim in making a joke. She arches her back showing me her little tits to best advantage, and relaxes, 

"You are a special man Michael. I have waited for well, nearly twenty years, and you are the only one of all my boyfriends that I feel completely comfortable with!" She blushes deeper, and continues, "Let's just see what happens tonight!" 

I undress quickly down to my navy blue sport boxer briefs. She is playing idly with her nipples watching me, and stifles a giggle with her hand over her mouth at seeing me clad only in my shorts. I slide into the twin bed with her, and we cuddle. I look into her wide-open blue eyes, and softly say, 

"Hi Gillian!" 

"Hi Michael!" she says in almost a whisper with a sweet smile. 

I watch her still idly playing with her breasts and nipples, smile and say, 

"Isn't that my job honey?" 

She giggles, and says with a sexy smile "Uh huh!" 

I run my fingers around and between her little breasts, and then I start to massage them lightly as she closes her eyes and moans. I pinch her nipples, and then replace my fingers with my lips as I suck her little nips in and diddle them with my tongue. Her moans turn into, "Oh Michael!" in as breathy voice. 

I move up look into her eyes, we start by kissing passionately as her sweet tongue slides into my mouth, and I massage it with mine. My hands gently go everywhere, but I respect her limits. She is so soft, and I start becoming hard from my contact with her amazing little body. I roll over onto my back and she slides up on top of me as I do. She is kissing me and rubbing her hands over my chest. 

I see a sexy-sly little smile trace across her pretty face as she rises up off me, and puts her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. She looks directly into my eyes as she starts to tug at them teasingly. Then she stops and asks, 

"Michael, do you have limits?" 

"Mmm, not really! But remember doll, I am a man and you are a woman. That means that regarding how fast we move, I'm the gas and you are the brakes. So are we switching roles? 

"Oh, Michael I know, but it seems so big! Can I um, touch it?" She asks. 

"You do realize that one thing leads to another don't you? Pretty soon little Gilly is saying, 'fuck the limits Michael, take me now, take it all!' I know that you are not ready, and I am happy just doing what we are doing ... for now!" After letting that sink in with her, I continue, 

"Well, I do not have any limits, so you can touch anything you wish!" 

I pull my briefs down and off as my fully involved cock springs into her view. 

"Oh, Michael ... it's huge!" She gasps involuntarily. 

She blushes as she puts her little hand on it. She touches it with her fingertips, slowly and hesitantly massaging it, and then wraps her hand around it. 

"Michael, it feels so wonderful, so soft and warm, um how big uh ... long ... is it?" 

"I don't know I never measured it. About seven inches give or take! Do you have a tape measure, we can measure it now!" I said obviously joking. 

"Michael, you are so silly!" she says laughing. 

"You can do whatever you wish, my dear, but it is not going um, inside you ... not tonight. If I let you forget about your limits, you will regret it later and hate me for taking advantage." 

"I would not do that honey!" She says earnestly still stroking my cock. 

"Boy, you don't know much about women, do you? Trust me doll, I've been there before!" I say to her. 

"You mean you have had um, like ... sex Michael?" 

"Well, yeah! I did have a life before I was fortunate enough to meet you! You have been with boys before haven't you?" I tell her, perplexed by her question. 

"I was always nervous around boys and still am ... a little. I had a friend, whose older sister was raped on a date, and I have ended up in some wrestling matches with a boy or two, and was almost um, raped myself, so I just stuck to my studies ... I'm good at that!" She smiles wryly continuing, 

"So, I have never seen a boy's, um ... thingy! Not until now that is, so yours is my first thingy, I mean penis!" She is obviously embarrassed saying that to me. 

"Cock! It is okay to call it a cock! Penis is too stiff ... too clinical. It is right up there with vagina, vulva, and labia minora! The common term for your whole stuff down there my dear, is pussy. It is sexier, and it makes it sound nicer ... sweeter ... better tasting even!" (She giggles) 

"Well, Michael, you have a very nice cock! Can I touch it or um, taste it?" 

I smile, nod and she starts kissing it a little along with stroking it with her hand. It is too big to get her hand completely around it, but then she has tiny hands. She notices the clear liquid oozing out of the tip, and she looks up at me, and when I nod to her, she puts her lips on it and her little tongue come out just a little to lick the the pre-cum, like a shy kitten testing the milk. 

"Ohhh, slippery!" 

"Gilly, have you really never had your little hands on a man's cock?" 

"Michael, don't tease me about it. Okay, so I am a little inexperienced, but I am willing to be taught ... by a patient tutor!" 

"Alright honey, if you stroke it long enough sperm and other stuff will spurt out from the top. Some girls like to put it in their mouth, and massage it with their lips, but not all of them want the 'stuff' in their mouths. Actually, it is mostly proteins with a kind of salty taste. Some girls are okay having the stuff in their mouth, and either spit it out later or swallow it ... most just swallow it!" 

"Michael, I do know some of it of course ... the physiology of it, but I need you to be patient with me as I um, experiment a little." 

"I am okay with whatever you are comfortable doing sweetie, and I will warn you when I am about to come, er, spurt! Actually, anything you do will feel good, except, no teeth honey, only soft tissue, please." 

"Mmm, your cock tastes so wonderful!" she says as she slips her lips over the tip. She does a very sexy thing from instinct, as she moves one hand down to cup my balls, fondling them softly, and tickling the underside with her fingertips. This always drives me crazy! 

I try to stimulate her by massaging her breasts and play with her nipples as she moans. Since my cock is now in her mouth, her moans are giving me a little 'hummer'. I can feel myself starting down the road to coming. She switches position into a kind of reverse cowgirl, with her panty-covered butt almost in my face. I let my fingers massage her a little over her panties, but just her hips and butt, not any of the good stuff in between, trying not to overstep her boundaries. 

She is busy holding my cock in her hand as she strokes it in and out of her mouth. I can tell she is getting sexually excited, and all of a sudden, I feel myself about to come. I tell her, and she moans an "Uh huh" then I stiffen and shudder as I come into her sweet mouth with several spurts. She waits until I finish, then she hops off the bed, grabs a tissue and spits it out, and then take a swig from her beer to wash any remaining stuff down. 

"Sorry Michael, I will get used to it but don't want to swallow it yet." As I recover a little I say, 

"That is perfectly okay honey, there are no right or wrong answers here, just doing what feels good, and is comfortable." 

"Oh Michael, that made me so wet ... down there! I um ... I want you to ... touch me!" 

"Darling, do you remember what I said about you hating me in the morning? 

She starts to become jittery again, like a leaf on a tree. She moves up and lies next to me. I leave her panties in place, but I touch her. I slip my index finger just inside her panties. Across her body below her stomach, and along the margins of her leg holes, as she opens her legs a little. I reach my finger all the way inside her slippery-wet panties, and she says in a faux warning tone, 

"Michael! Where do you think you are going with that finger?" 

I smile at her as I let my finger trace across the very edge of her pussy lips and she shudders a little. I remove my finger to massage her clit and pussy lips over the thin material of her panties, until she starts moaning loudly, "Oh, Michael ... oh God!" 

I deepen my attentions between her legs, vigorously massaging her from her clit to little circular massages around her asshole. This latter attention is what starts her shuddering and pushing her hips up against my hand and fingers. 

Pushing herself up against my digits with her head thrown back and her mouth open, she gasped, and comes in a series of convulsions, as she releases her breath in little huffs. I hold her to me as she convulses into a very pleasurable orgasm. Gaining some control of her breathing she exclaimed, 

"Oh, Mi-Michael ... th-that was ... was ... won ... wonderful! Oh ... my darling ...oh ... God, honey! Tha ... Thank you! ... Oh, Michael! 

She looks up into my face, and laughs heartily, 

"Michael I just may think about lifting all of my limits and giving myself to you tonight!" 

"I am not going to let you do that my dear. As much as I would love to pin you to your little mattress, slide my cock into your little pussy and pound you hard, I can ... I will wait. You have given a man an amazing blowjob, and you have had a man's hands on your sweet pussy ... it is enough for tonight!" 

I gave her a loving look and told her, 

"Ah, my clever little meatball thief, you had it all figured, what you wanted tonight, even before your little food crime. But, I am holding you to your limits so you won't hate yourself and me in the cold light of tomorrow morning." 

"Well, Michael, whose clever now? You are right that I had intended on inviting you in tonight, and had pre-arranged it with Sherry, except that she was expecting my call only if things progressed to that point tonight." She smiles at me, breathes deep and continues, 

"I had envisioned just letting you play with my little titties, but I got carried away, and I have you to thank for loving me enough to keep me from going too far too soon." She hesitates, and then continues, "I would have let you fuck me, Michael. You will eventually of course, but you are right, saying that I might have regretted it and felt like a little slut in the morning!" She reaches over and kisses me, 

"You are my very patient tutor and lover! You flipped a switch in me that had been locked down for far too long, and I promise that next time we are together, I will ask you to teach me something ... more intimate." 

"Too much conversation doll, let's fool around!" 

She starts to tear up, and her chin trembles a little as I fold her into my arms and kiss her softly. We lie in each other's arm the rest of the night and fall asleep just before light. I wake before she does, and looking down discover that sometime during the night, she had removed her panties, and my hand was on her naked little ass. 




Spinner Ch. 02



I start to massage her, and even let my fingers trace their way between her cheeks, and slide over her little pucker, teasing it. I see an eye open, and she smiles, 

"Mmm, feels nice Michael!" Then I kiss her on the nose and say, 

"What do you want for breakfast?" 

"Mmm, eggs benedict, hash browns, pancakes, grits, strawberries, orange juice, and a sticky roll! Mmm, yeah ... that ought to do it!" (giggles) 

"May I ask, where in that tiny little body are you going to put all of that?" 

"You'd be surprised, dear Michael!" 

"Do you really have that many groceries in that little fridge of yours?" 

"No silly, we are going out and it will be my treat! So bring you appetite with you Sweetie!" 

I lazily kiss her. "Thanks, doll!" I say. 

"Da nada!" She says. 

"What the hell does that mean?" I tease her. 

"I have no idea!" She answers drowsily with a lazy little laugh. 

Then we both laugh, and slowly start to stir, still naked as she wraps her arms around my body as we stand next to her bed. I see her looking down at her little bed and I say to her, 

"It's not going to be the same anymore is it?" 

Without looking up, she says wistfully, 

"No, it isn't!" 

~ ~ ~ 

Chapter 02, Part 2 of 2: 

I quickly pull on my clothes, and sit on the bed watching her dress. She starts unaware that she has an audience, but when she notices, she smiles a wickedly sexy smile, and proceeds to dress slowly. She looks me straight in the eye as she pulls on a fresh pair of bikini panties, slowly drawing them up her shapely little legs. She hesitates for a second before letting them cover her completely, turns her back to me and slowly draws them over her tiny perfect little ass with a wiggle. 

"Like what you see, big boy?" She says in a husky sex-laden voice. 

"God yes!" I exclaim, still seated thoroughly enjoying the reverse striptease. 

She moves closer and pushes her crotch into my face. I slide a hand up the inside of her leg, with the other one on her hip, and when it reaches her crotch, I massage her panty-covered pussy with strong strokes back and forth. She closes her eyes and gasps with a little shudder. 

"Mmm! Michael, you are such a naughty boy!" 

"Thank you!" I said with a self-satisfied smile. 

I rise, and take her in my arms and kiss her. She decides on a pretty little yellow sundress that buttons up the front. She starts to dress and I take her dress and hold it open for her to step into. She puts a hand on my shoulder as she steps into it and I draw it up her body, helping her with her arms into the short sleeves. I put my hands inside her still open dress and slowly massage her stomach, her sides, and her breasts, pinching each nipple. 

She watches me intently as I start to button her up starting with the bottom and closing her dress all the way up. She smiles, reaches down and unbuttons the top two buttons to give me a hint of her pert heaving breasts. She leans back as I hold her with my hands behind, low on her back, and puts a yellow ribbon in her hair fastening it underneath. I look at the finished product and simply say, 

"Lovely!" 

She giggles at my approval, slips into a pair of low heels, and we are off to breakfast and she orders everything she said she wanted, and I order two eggs over medium, hash browns with four slices of bacon. We eat and talk, but it seems that she does most of the eating and I do most of the talking. The girl must have the metabolism of a hummingbird! She finishes everything on her plate, and I am just coming down to the last piece of bacon. She is looking at it and I say, 

"Really honey?" say in faux surprise. She smiles and says, 

"Uh huh!" 

As quickly as I move to grab it, her fork is lightning fast, and she spears it and takes it onto her plate giggling at her victory. 

"Give me that piece of bacon!" I say and a falsely gruff voice. 

"Huh uh, baby ... I need it ... I want it!" 

Seems I have heard that before! But, she protects it from my grasp, and quickly gobbles it down. She looks at my shocked expression and burst out laughing. 

"Oh Michael! You should see your face!" 

"I'm surprised that I have the energy to make any kind of expression, starving over here!" 

She pushes out her lower lip, miming a sad expression and says, 

"Aw, poor baby!" 

"You are a very mean woman, you know that? I am going to have to get something from you for that you know!" 

"Well Michael! Again, I don't see where you have a card to play. But, I'll tell you what I'll do. You take me out again tomorrow night, and maybe ... just maybe mind you ... if I'm in a good mood, I will give Sherry another call." (giggles) 

"Red light?" 

"Possibly!" 

"You are a little meanie!" 

"Aw, poor little boy, getting beat up on by a girl!" 

"Let me ask you ... when is the last time someone pulled you over their knee and gave you a good spanking?" 

"Michael! You wouldn't dare!" 

"Oh wouldn't I?" 

"I'd like to see you try buddy!" she says bravely. 

I laugh and reply, "I'll remember you said that!" 

She shrugs it off as just an idle threat ... just teasing. She is happy, and just idly humming a little tune, she stops looks at me and says, 

"I have the day off today ... no classes or anything so what do you want to do?" 

"Sorry baby, I am busy all day, and in fact I have to leave right now." 

"Aw Michael!" she says with a little whine, then she gives me a sideways glance and slowly says, 

"You liar! You already told me your schedule for today ... you don't have a schedule! Entertain me Michael!" 

"Well, we can rent the tandem bike again or go for a walk, or play tennis, or stay in and make love all day ... that way you can pay for that piece of bacon you stole. Hey maybe you can pay for it with a piece of a—" 

"MICHAEL!!" She interrupts quickly before I can finish my tease. Then she says, "Let's rent two bikes, and we can bicycle down to the tennis courts where I will kick you sweet ass, Mister!" 

"You're on baby. We'll see who kicks whose sweet ass though! And, just remember your little dare for being a brat ... I sure will!" 

She didn't want to pursue my last comment, hoping I would forget, and we get set to drive over to the bike rental. As we walk through the door of the café, we meet a pretty strawberry-blond with a baby-doll face and Gillian squeals and hugs her. 

"Michael, this is Sherry! Sherry, this is Michael!" 

I put out my hand to greet her but she pushes past it and gives me a hug. She is very attractive, and has a full but shapely figure with substantial breasts. I feel them crush into my chest as she kisses me lightly on the cheek and my hands automatically go to her well-padded hips. She smells wonderful! My twenty-one year old male mind flashes briefly, on what it might be like to fuck her. 

"Michael, it is so nice to meet you, Gilly talks about you all the time now, and you are so good for her!" 

"The pleasure is all mine honey, nice to meet you as well! We will have to team up to keep our little girl out of trouble." 

"Absolutely! She is a good girl mostly, but she can be a brat!" 

"Yes, I found that out!" 

"Let's get going now honey!" Gilly says to me sweetly but insistently. 

She is stopping us from discussing her as if she isn't standing right there, and then she narrows her eyes at Sherry as we start to walk toward the car. Once inside, I turn to her and say, 

"Are you okay, honey? We did get a little carried away teasing you, so my apologies if you were offended my dear." 

"Oh, Michael I have thicker skin than that, so no problem ... I know that you both have my best interests at heart, and I can take a little teasing." She reaches over, puts her hand on mine and squeezes it affectionately. 

After stopping by her dorm so she can change, we head to the bike rental shop. Gilly moves to the back area looking over the bikes, and I see a familiar face behind the counter. It's the same little blonde who checked my in with the tandem bike a couple of weeks ago. She smiles and says, 

"Hi, it's nice to see you again. What can I do for you, another tandem?" 

"I'm surprised you remember me!" 

"Well, we don't rent too many tandems anymore, and you are um, kind'a cute!" 

Gilly casually moves over to join me and says, 

"Cute? Who's cute? 

"Oh, we were talking about the bikes over there!" I tried to cover my flirting with the counter girl. Gilly looks over that the bikes, looks at her and looks at me, and knowingly says, 

"Right!" 

The counter girl, wearing a name tag that says 'Sally' brightens, and says 

"Yes sir, any of those would work for you, and we even have a Terry bike for your friend here, they are made for the um, smaller girls." Then to Gilly she says, "I-I c-can help you adjust the seat for best fit!" 

"Sure um, Sally, that would be great. I have heard of them and would be interested in trying one." Gilly counters. 

She follows Sally into the back of the shop, but looks back at me and narrows her eyes at me. I think I'm in trouble. Sally pulls out a small Terry bike, which is a bike with a smaller wheel in front than the back one, but the frame is designed to compensate, and has the effect of lowering the bike frame to fit a woman's smaller body, particularly a small woman like Gilly. 

Gilly is sitting on the seat as Sally tries to get a fit for her, but Sally's hand accidentally slips and brushes over Gilly's ass. She apologizes profusely, but Gilly puts a hand on her shoulder and with a smile tells her not to worry about it. With her bike properly adjusted, the two girls are laughing quietly together about something. I already have a standard man's bike picked out, so I am ready to go. Sally slips behind the counter and writes up the rental, and after I leave the deposit and we are ready to go, Sally smiles at me and says, 

"Bye handsome!" Then she giggles and shoots a glance to Gilly who is already trying to stifle a giggle. Outside the shop, I say to Gilly, 

"Okay cuteness, what's going on between you and Sally?" 

"Girl stuff Michael, I can't tell you that! You should be happy I am not mad at you flirting with her! She is a nice girl though, and I asked her to pimp you a little just to see the expression on you face ... it was worth it, Michael!" 

"You are inching closer to that little trip across my knee young lady." She laughs and replies, 

"Like I said Michael, I dare you!" I smile and nod, 

"Kind of a little smart-ass aren't you!" 

"Well, more like smarter than!" 

I mounted my bike, and she was already on hers and pulling away from me. For some reason I looked back at the shop and see Sally through the window smiling at me. I was not about to let some diminutive smart-ass get the jump on me, and my bike's back tire chirps into action as I press hard on the pedal. 

I quickly catch up with my clever little one staying just behind her, content to watch her little butt cheeks flex as she pedals, and to draft off her for a while. About five miles down range, she pulls over and grabs her water bottle. I stop next to her and do the same. She takes a big mouthful, swishes it around her mouth and spits it out to the side, and then takes another smaller sip, and spits it out at me. 

"Why, you little brat!" I say to her as I point my bottle at her and squeeze, soaking her thin bicycling top. 

"Oh Michael, you are so going to regret that buddy!" 

That's when I remember that she is not wearing a bra, and her cute little tits come into view, topped with with hard nipples. We enter into a water war, and we both get soaked, but it looks a lot sexier on her than on me. She runs out of water, and I chase her with my still viable water-weapon, and we end up tumbling around together on the grass. I remember her dare as I draw her over my lap, pull her shorts and panties down and give her ten light swats on her perfect little ass, watching her butt cheeks flex and relax for each swat. 

"Michael, you are a meanie, you know that?" 

"Remember, my sweet little one, you dared me!" 

"Well ... it didn't hurt!" 

"Hmm, maybe I should do it again!" 

"You wouldn't d ... I mean please don't honey!" 

I laughed at her as she rubbed her very slightly damaged derriere. Then she challenges me by sticking her tongue out at me after her shorts were back in place. I stick the nozzle down her shorts and empty the contents down her front soaking her shorts and panties. She pushes me onto my back and jumps on top of me, pounding my chest with her little fists. 

It doesn't hurt, but I am enjoying seeing her pretty breasts wriggle around in her wet top as the pummels me. Then I grab her and flip her onto her back, and kiss her. I raise her top up and over her head leaving her naked on top and as we kiss, I play with her amazing little tits. I lower my mouth onto her hardening nipples, as she moans, 

"Michael, you are such a mean guy ... taking advantage of an innocent little girl!" 

"Where do you see an innocent girl around here? Who was it that started this little war my darling?" 

"Well ... um ... it's uh ... your fault for being such a good target!" 

I laugh at her convenient logic, and so does she. We walk back to the bikes, but she is still carrying her top in her hands. She mounts her bike and ties her wet top around her waist. 

"You are riding like that?" 

"Michael, my top is too wet. I'll put it on in a couple of miles when it is drier." 

Here is my sweet little virgin, bicycling down a country road showing the world her pretty little tits. There isn't a lot of traffic on this road, but we do pass a couple of young guys bicycling the other way, and she gets a wolf-whistle from one of them. She smiles and waves back to them. I am riding right behind her but feel invisible since those little mounds of hers, jiggling as she rides, draws all the attention. 

Another ten miles down the road, we see a convenience store up ahead, and she stops short to put her top back on. As sad as I am to see her tits disappear, I really didn't want her to attract the wrong kind of attention. We park the bikes, locking them to a post with the cable lock provided by Sally at the shop. I buy us each a sandwich from the refrigerator, and refill our water bottles. 

Back on the road, we try to race a little until Gilly figures out that it is impossible to keep up with me, with my longer leg strokes and larger tires. So we settle into a nice speed that it good for both of us, and soon we are back at the shop. Sally is all smiles, and as she wheels Gilly's bike back to its place, Gilly follows her and soon they are both all giggles, stealing glances at me as they laugh harder. 

So I am standing at the counter trying not to look like a fool, but it isn't working. They both approach the counter, Sally behind and Gilly next to me wrapping her arm around one of mine. Sally takes a leaf from a small scratch pad, writes something on it and hands it to Gilly, saying, 

"I'm usually free by two o'clock after my classes, and you can call any time after that." 

"Thanks Sally! Looking forward to it!" They both look over at me and giggle. 

After Sally rings me up on the register, and hands me my receipt, she smiles sweetly and says, 

"Bye handsome!" Then to Gilly, "Give me a call, okay?" 

"Okay, bye sweetie!" Gilly says to her. 

As we walk back to the car, I can see that Gilly is all smiles. At the car I gently grab her by her shoulders, turn her toward me and say, 

"Okay, what gives between you and Sally?" 

"Nothing Michael!" 

"Here's my number, give me a call ... doesn't sound like nothing my dear!" I am more teasing and annoyed at her. 

"Sally and I are the same age, and we just clicked. Michael, I am sorry if I am depriving you of another potential date, but Sally and I are going to get together for coffee sometime ... and you're not invited!" 

"Okay, no problem here! You guys have fun. And by the way, she was flirting with me ... not the other way around!" 

"I know that Michael, she told me she thought you were cute the time you brought back the tandem bike, and hoped to see you again, but she is happy for us." 

"You mean you guys said all of that in just the couple of minutes you were together?" 

"Well, there was a lot of non-verbal communication ... just girl-to-girl stuff! I'm hungry sweetie; let's go somewhere ... my treat!" 

We go to a very casual neighborhood restaurant, and each have a cheeseburger and a malted; I order strawberry, and Gilly opts for chocolate. As soon as she gets her malted, she quickly spoons out her cherry and gulps it down, and then eyes mine. But this time I was quicker than she was, and captured my own cherry. 

"Michael I need that cherry!" 

This was becoming a 'thing' with her that she has to steal something from my meals. No one needs to have a cherry of course, but she just decided that being a food-klepto was something she needed to do. I searched her face with my eyes and queried, 

"Gilly, is this something you have done with your other boyfriends, or friends, or even strangers?" 

"No!" 

"So it is just with me, right?" 

"Yes!" 

"What will happen if you do not get this cherry, and I just gobble it down?" 

"Mmm, nothing ... I guess!" 

"Have you ever stolen anything ... even something of low value, like from a store or anywhere?" 

"No, Michael!" 

"So, okay you are not a kleptomaniac. Then that must mean it has something to do with me, right?" 

"Yes, darling!" 

"Okay my little petite, one more question; do you have to steal it, or is it okay if I give it to you?" 

"Michael, I am not a klepto, and I have never stolen anything from a store or from anyone else but you. The meatball was just to play with you honey; just a game. An intimate game we can play together to increase our closeness. The first time was just to create a way of owning you something, so I could give myself to you ... partially. After that, it just became fun to see your reaction and to be sexy." 

I turn my long-handled cherry-laden spoon toward her, and she takes it just on the handle and moves it to her, slowly opening her mouth. She closes her eyes, slides the spoon in, and with a look of orgasmic abandon (only way to describe it) she closes her pretty lips around the bright red fruit, taking it from the spoon. She moans and slowly opens her eyes. 

"Mmm, Michael! That was sooo good!" 

"You're welcome! I think!" 

She looks at me with a very satisfied smile, and in a soft low earthy voice says, 

"Michael my darling, you are going to get very lucky tonight!" Then, without breaking eye contact, she picks up her phone, presses a single number, waits about four seconds and says, 

"Yes ... tonight ... thank you darling!" She disconnects and softly says to me, 

"Red light, Michael ...tonight!" 

That was our cue to leave and, for me to take her back to her dorm. She was quiet on the way back, but I could tell that she was thinking. She is likely searching her feelings about what she has decided, she will let happen tonight. Then I see a slight smile trace across her lips, and I realized that she has found a comfortable place to be with it. 

She looks over at me, and places her hand on top of mine, on my thigh and slowly massages it. She says, 

"Michael, Sherry will be there when we arrive. She and a friend are just finishing up on a small project. Then my love, we will be alone all night." I don't answer, but give her a smile telling her that I understand. 

At her room, Sherry is indeed still there with another rather unprepossessing girl she introduces as Anne. Sherry is standing over Anne who is at the computer, and as soon as we are in, she moves over to hug her friend with tears in her eyes and says, 

"Congratulations my dear friend" then she hugs me, again pressing her ample bosom into my chest and as she kisses my on the cheek she whispers to me, 




Spinner Ch. 02



"I am glad it is you, Michael!" Then to her friend at the computer, 

"Come Anne; let's leave these nice people alone. We can finish up tomorrow!" 

Anne makes a few more clicks on the computer, closes it, and grabbing a disorganized sheath of papers. She trundles past us with a sheepish smile as she pushes her glasses back up on her nose. She says to us, 

"Nice to meet you Michael ... bye Gilly!" 

I smile at her as she hunches her shoulders and hurries out after Sherry. To Gilly I say, 

"Alone at last, m'love! I see you have a bottle of wine, shall I open it for us?" 

She forms the slightest of smiles and nods, She is very palpably nervous and the wine should calm her. I look at the bottle; it is a light red that says Gamay Beaujolais whatever that is. I fill a couple of cups with it and take a taste, it seems to have a fruity taste ... like Jello, I guess! My heart goes out to Gilly, with everything that she must be thinking as she gulps her wine and asks for more. After gulping down her second cup I set her on the bed, take her wine, and with my hands on her shoulders, 

"Gillian my love, we do not have to do this tonight if you are not ready, we can just hang, talk, fool around or play backgammon if you wish!" She giggles nervously and says, 

"No Michael! I am comfortable with this ... I will be! It's time, and you are the one darling." Then she brightens trying to lighten the mood and says, 

"Besides, I don't know how to play backgammon!" We both laugh and then kiss ... softly ... tentatively ... sweetly. She stands and says, 

"Michael, I need to shower first, it will relax me ... you can join me if you like ... you have seen enough of my body by now!" 

"You take one and I will wait. Then I will take one quickly." 

She showers and reappears with a towel around her body, and one around her head and sits next to me on the bed. I take the towel from around her head and dry her hair for her just talking softly to her. I notice she has a very pleasant smile so I know she is ready, and not quite as nervous. She seems happier about her decision, but I know that it must be a big one for her. I feel I should talk about it to put her at ease, and get her used to the language around what will happen to her. 

"Gilly, we are going to take things slowly, and if things get too intense, you can use a safe word and I will stop. Let's make it, um ... applesauce! (She giggles) I am going to start with normal kissing and touches, and then I am going to kiss you and touch you ... down there." I pause to gauge her reaction, and she seems to be with me. I continue, 

"It will be like a sharp pinch at first as I slide into you ... slide my cock into your pussy (I rephrase to get her used to the language), but then it will get nicer, hopefully a lot nicer. You have had orgasms before so you know what the feeling is like, but it may be more intense." 

"Oh, Michael I know most of that, and I know you will be gentle, I am not worried, so don't you worry about me. Just ... make love to me, Michael!" then she thinks, 

"Cock and pussy; it is a strong sounding male word for you, and soft, sweet, female word for me. I guess that is how it should be!" As almost an afterthought, and I am guessing to relax herself, she giggles and says, "Afterward, let's go out and get some applesauce, and you can teach me to play backgammon!" 

We laugh as she rises, lets her towel drop to the floor letting me see her body. Still sitting on the bed, I pull her toward me and kiss her, starting with her breasts, and nipples. I rise moving up her her collarbone, her neck, her cheek next to her ear, and then her lips as she opens them to me. Opening her mouth and allowing me to kiss her is symbolic of her wish to open herself up to me. 

I rise, pick her up in my arms, turn and lay her gently on her bed. I kiss her again on the lips, and then I squeeze her breasts, massaging them strongly as she moans, 

"Oh Michael, yes, YES!" 

I suck her nipples into my mouth. She is breathing hard with my attentions to her breasts, and I move down to her stomach, then that part just inside her hips and she shivers when I touch it with my lips. 

I move down past her crotch to her inner thighs, kissing, and biting gently. I slide my hands up inside her legs as she spreads them wider for me, and I slip my hands under her tiny buttocks, lifting her to my face. I am taking a moment just to breathe in the aroma of her sex, her skin and ... her folds. Aside from her soaps and lotions, there is an unmistakable 'Female' smell. It is exhilarating ... I love that smell, and it is swelling my manhood to take in her aromatic cocktail. 

"Michael, please touch me!" 

I answer her with my lips as I slide them across her nether lips. She is getting very moist, and her juices coat my lips and tongue. When I suck her clitoris into my lips and diddle its tip with the tip of my tongue, she shudders and moans louder. With my hand on the inside of her leg, I can feel her pulse quickening. 

I start to lick and bite her pussy lips, giving them long and loving attention. When my tongue darts into her pussy, she shudders again ... stronger. She is breathing harder and shallower as I continue my attentions to her sweet pussy. 

I move up and kiss her lips sharing her juices with her. She licks them off my mouth saying, 

"Ohhh, darling, I taste wonderful, don't I?" 

"Yes you do sweetheart!" and then I add, "Remember, applesauce!" 

"Michael, I am as ready as I will ever be, so ... um ... go ahead!" 

As I lean in to give her the sweetest kiss I can imagine, I have a tear in my eye. She sees this and her lovely clear blue eyes start to sparkle as well. I slide my fingers down between her pussy lips, massaging her to make her wetter, and slowly slide one finger into her as far as it will go to her ... maidenly barrier. She is moaning, and reaches out to the sides and clutches the bedsheet in her tiny fists as she rotates her hips up to me. 

I move up so that the tip of my cock is just at her pussy lips, and then slide it back and forth through her moist lips. My cock is quite thick for her tiny opening, so I slide the tip in until her hymen stops it. I slowly but forcefully push the first inch into her and she bites her lower lip and winces. I am waiting for the word 'applesauce' but it doesn't come. I slide another couple of inches into Gilly as she opens her legs wider to accommodate my girth. I slide into her inch by inch until I have about five of my seven inches inside her. 

I look into her eyes, she seems to be in a dreamland with her nether-world expression. 

"Are you okay, my sweet?" I say, 

"Mmm, uh huh, but I feel so full ... so filled up by you ... your cock filling my pussy. But it doesn't hurt ... you were right though, it did pinch a little. I am not bleeding to death or anything am I?" 

"Well it is gushing quite a bit, but I think it is starting to subside!" I say as it push it in another inch. 

"Oh Michael, stop it! I love you, but you are so silly. Michael, I want you to um ... fuck me!" 

I gave her my best crocodile smile, and slid my cock into her another inch. I do not dare go deeper yet. I start so withdraw a little and slide it back in, starting a nice slow rhythm in and out of her very tight little pussy. She is starting to go back into dreamland as I pick up the pace. Her breathing is fast and shallow as she grasps the sheets again, only harder with her tiny fists. She is very wet, and although she is tight, I am sliding in and out faster and I feel her shudder in a nice orgasm. I take her at her word, and start fucking her harder and harder until I am pounding it into her. 

Her breathing is very fast, and I feel her come again since her entire tiny body shudders when she does. I am very close due to her tightness, and after several more strong thrusts, I stiffen and come inside her for the first time. She did mention in passing on our last date that she is on the pill. 

I am the first man to come inside her amazing little body and as I do, she explodes into a most powerful orgasm, shuddering and convulsing nearly out of control. After she convulses a dozen or more times, and then she starts to come down from her endorphin-fueled high. She exclaims breathlessly, 

"Oh Michael! Michael! Mi-Michael!! I am a woman and n-not a little girl any-anymore, than-thank you dar-darling ... I love you so much!!" 

I am always careful about using those words, since it means more to a woman than a man, but I feel it and I look into her amazing blue eyes with tears in my own, and tell her, 

"I love you, Gilly!" 

She bursts into tears and I hold her tight as her entire tiny body shudders. My cock is still fairly hard and I am still deep up inside her. 

"Michael can you um, will you be able to ah, fu-uh do it again?" 

I explain the the reset time most males experience, and tell her that we can cuddle and kiss until I rise again. It actually does not take long, I roll over onto my back with her on top, and she starts to take charge moving her little body up and down on my shaft. She is in control of her own sensations in that positon, and it is turning her on ... as she realizes the newfound power that resides in her tiny pussy. It is what some have called her, "girl power!" 

We made love to a throbbing orgasm for me, several earthquakes for her of varying magnitudes. We are both sweaty messes as she collapses on top of me. After we recover, we quickly race down the hallway to the showers, and clean each other up with about a billion tickles and giggles between us. I love this girl! 

It is very late, but one or two restaurants in our area of town stay open all night. She slips into a little short sundress, sandals, and nothing else. I slide on a pair of jeans, pull a sweater over and a pair of loafers with no underwear, and no socks. We both feel so edgy being out in public with our sexy little secrets underneath. 

We order an early breakfast, and I make sure I have four strips of bacon. I only want three, but something tells me that I will need an extra one. Sure enough, toward the end of the meal as I purposefully turn my head, ostensibly to check out the small population of other insomniacs, my last piece of bacon is gone, and she is still chewing it with a smile. 

"I know you did not just steal my last piece of bacon!" I say in mock outrage. 

"No Michael, are you sure you had one?" she says wide-eyes and innocently as she gulps down the last bite. 

"Okay baby that's it! When we get back, it is going to be over-the-lap time, unless you want it right here, right now!" 

"Y.W.D, my sweet!" She says issuing me another dare in a gale of giggles. 

"Haven't you learned that you can't dare me? I might redden your little fanny again unless we have an alternative?" I challenge her. 

"Well ... how about more sex?" She says, a little quicker than she intended, as she drops her eyes and blushes. 

"Okay, well that is at least on the right track; how about if we make it sex, in a public place?" I reply as her eyes widen at the suggestion. I slide her dress up her thighs exposing her to any of the assembled collection of zombies still awake enough to notice. She pushes it back down and says, 

"Michael, I can't do that! Where!" Gilly says. 

"Oh, so you can't do that, but you're asking where?" I tease. 

"Well ... I might be willing, but it depends. I am not doing it on the corner of 7th and Grand at noon!" 

"Hmm 7th and Grand ... noon ... sounds intriguing!" I tease. 

"Michael, behave!" She scolds! 

"Okay, Y'know, I have always wanted to do it in like a dark theater ... like, in the very back row in a very dark corner." 

"What movie?" She says, intrigued. I laugh, 

"Your cute! So that's the only thing that bothers you about having sex in a movie theater, is that it has to be the right movie?" 

"Oh, Michael, please don't tease me. The idea sounds kind of sexy to me, and I am willing ... I guess, mostly!" Gilly says, I guess she is trying to talk herself into it—or out of it, but not sure for some reason. Then she looks at me with a strangely concerned look, 

"I just guess that we are moving a little fast ... maybe a little faster than I am comfortable with!" 

"Okay, it is something we can table for now then... I guess!" I say. 

"Oh Michael I am so sorry, but I have just become a woman, and not even sure how I feel about that! Michael, I have lost something that I have held onto for a very long time tonight. Please don't push me any further um, for a ... for a while!" 

As we discuss it further, and I begin to get the idea, that Gilly is again starting to get a little nervous about a continuing sexual relationship with me. I have made her no promises and no commitments, and here I am trying to stretch her limits a little more, so her old concerns about my motives might be a lingering. I know that even though she talked to Jake about it, this whole damn 'spinner' thing might still be in the back of her mind. 

I told her a couple of times that I love her, and I do, but our relationship is still young, and I can see where a woman who has waited twenty years to shed her virginity might have some apprehensions. I decide that the best thing is complete honesty, so I ask her, 

"Gilly, are you still apprehensive about me? Forget about all of the purloined bacon, and meat balls and everything else, if you are uncomfortable doing this, then let's not do it." 

"Michael, I guess I am still a little um, apprehensive—as you say, I have a hard time trusting boys um, men. I told you that I have been in a few wrestling matches with boys on dates, well ... let's just say that you were almost not my first! I dated someone I thought was a nice boy—a member of the football team—and he wanted to go all the way with me, but I fought him hard." She swallows a lump in her throat recalling this, and continues, 

"I was saved from being raped by some people, um a couple passing by who heard my screams, and pulled this animal off me. It turned out that I was a bet with his teammates. Apparently, a friend of a friend of one of my girlfriends knew that I was um, still intact and it spread to the boy's locker room." She was tearing up as she is recounting this, 

"This guy made a bet with his buddies that he would be my first, a little like someone wanting to make me a 'spinner' over a rude comment between friends in a bar." She looks directly at me and says, 

"Yes, Michael I know that you told Jake that you would let him know, like if I was a sp-spinner or not!" 

I turned about three shades of red, recalling my thoughtless comment. It was just a flippant comment and I didn't mean it. I was wishing that Jake had only said, 'look at that cute girl over there,' and I had simply replied, 'yeah, I would like to meet her.' It seems that I am never going to get past this with Gillian, and I will have to keep winning her. I dropped the entire discussion, in favor of just dropping her home. 

I told her that I am sorry for that remark, and that it is not something I intended. I decided to head home and put some energy into catching up on some schoolwork. 

"Michael, you are not mad are you?" 

As I leave her at the front door of her dorm, I kiss her on the cheek say to her, 

"I'll give you a call ... later!" 

(Concluded in Chapter 03)



Spinner Ch. 03



Getting to know Angela. 

My frustration with Gillian's hot and cold act is palpable the next day as reading and studying quickly capture my attention, following a particularly fitful night trying to sleep. Later I have a beer with Jake at the Fifth Street Pub and tell him all my troubles. After listening attentively, he says, 

"Mike, she may be a nice girl, but face it ... she is a little broken right now. All you can do is to be patient, and for God's sake, get any notions out of you head about trying to fix her ... it ain't going to happen dude. All you can do is give 'er some space." 

"You're right, I suppose, but I really like her ... I love her. I don't want to 'fix' her, I just want to be with her ... to convince her that my intentions are good. But, I guess giving her some space might be right ... for now!" 

I didn't want to give her space, I really did want to be with her, and continue a relationship with her, but unfortunately, she is not in a place where that is possible ... she is making it impossible for reasons I can't understand! I guess Jake is right about her being a little broken right now. 

"Only thing I can say Mike, is to give it some time, maybe see someone else for a while. My advice only dude, but I think I'm right." Jake advises. 

Remembering that I still have that silly napkin with Angie's number on it, I say flippantly to Jake, 

"Maybe I could give Angie a call, and drown my sorrows in her warm bosom ... her 'girls'!" I am kidding of course, but he laughs at that and says, 

"Now you're talkin' dude! In fact you may have your chance right now, I just saw Angie walking in." 

"Oh shit!" I say only half audibly, the last thing I need right now is that boobsy chick, however pleasant a person she may be. A minute later, I hear Jake saying, 

"Hey Angie, have a seat! Let me buy you a beer, darlin'!" 

"Thank you Jake, honey!" To me she says, "Well hello Michael, nice to see you again!" 

"Hey Angie!" I say half-heartedly. 

Jake and I are sitting on opposite sides of the table, and Angie pulls up a chair right next to me ... I mean right next to me! She is stunning in a short tight skirt, and light V-neck sweater, giving us a nice view of her 'girls'." Her four-inch heels set off her long shapely legs perfectly. As she sits, her already short skirt rides up over her bare, tanned thighs. She catches me looking, and smiles. 

"Jake honey, thanks for the beer. So, Michael how are things with your little friend?" 

"Gilly is fine Angie, thanks for asking! What's up with you?" 

"Mmm, not too much! Look honey, I'm a bit hungry, so if you're free tonight, how about takin' a girl out to dinner?" 

"Go ahead, Mike" Jake says earnestly, "Might do you some good!" 

The last thing I want it to do is to take Angie out, still worried about Gilly, but Jake is determined to talk me into it. Angie has a quizzical look on her lovely face from Jake's comment, but brightens and says, 

"It will definitely do you some good, Michael darling! How about it?" 

"Mmm, alright ... can't do any harm I guess!" Thinking that going out with little Miss sure thing might not be too bad, I look into Angie's beautiful honey-brown eyes and ask, 

"Where would you like to go?" 

"Mmm, I like Italian um, Chinese, and uh Mexican, so I am pretty much open!" she says brightly, happy to have captured my attention. I answer her right away, 

"Chinese! There is a little neighborhood place about a mile from here." 

"Oh, that's wonderful Michael!" She says, and looking at Jake, "Thanks again for the beer honey, sorry I have to steal Michael!" 

"That's okay darlin', there are a pair of hooters over there giving me the eye—might check her out!" 

"Well, good luck with that honey!" Angie says with a little laugh giving Jake a peck on the cheek. Since she has to bend over the table a little to kiss him, I get a spectacular view of the back of her legs nearly all the way up! Then she whispers in Jake's ear, 

"By the way, her name is Misty, and she has asked me about you before! Good luck baby!" 

Angela and I leave as every male eye in the place follows us all the way to the door (follows her, really!). She is a regular at the pub and always attracts men to her, but since she is so incredibly beautiful and sexy, she has to be careful. She likes hanging with Jake because he watches out for her like a big brother, and since their brief romance is over, ending on a friendly note, he is safe. 

Jake provides a secure way for her to get out a little, and enjoy herself and be sexy without unwanted attention from men only interested in getting what's between her long and slender legs. Although I do not know her well, she always seemed like kind of a sweet girl despite the way she dresses! 

I open the car door for Angie, she steps in and I can see that her long legs and short skirt will be a major distraction for me as I drive. At the restaurant, we select a table off to the side so we can talk, and she is pleasantly surprised as I pull a chair out for her. 

"Oh, Michael, you make me feel like a real lady!" 

"You are a real lady my dear, and it is my pleasure!" Her smile softens almost to an 'I love you' smile ... almost! 

We order a couple of entrees to share, with some plum wine. During the dinner conversation, I quickly find that Angie is actually quite intelligent, and well informed. I discover further, that she is attending the university and studying architecture. I am starting to feel like a fool for writing her off as just another pub bimbo. Judging books by covers again! 

She has a clever sense of humor, and I am thinking of her less as just a sure thing, and more as a pleasant dinner companion and date. I tell her that I am finding that she is quite a charming girl, and she says, 

"Michael, I know that you have always thought of me as just another pair of tits, like Jake does. It's okay, I get that a lot and I understand about it. I understand it from Jake ... that's his nature, but it stings a little coming from you! So, why don't we just have a pleasant time and see what we see—with no promises, no expectations, and no preconceived notions!" 

"Angie, I am embarrassed to say that you have me pegged correctly, but I promise to amend my behavior, and treat you with the respect you obviously deserve. I must say that listening to you and laughing with you, that there is a lot more to you than meets eyes!" 

"Thanks honey, that's the kind of comment that might just get you laid Michael!" she says with a musical giggle and a little blush. 

"Like you say, let's just see what we see with no expectations, and enjoy ourselves tonight!" I say with a smile. 

She serves me an entrée from the common dish with a little rice, and we continue eating and talking. She tells me that she is delighted to find that I am not as immature as some of the other men she ends up dating. But, as she is saying that, I have to take my eyes out of her sweater [sorry, I am a guy, right?] She does notice that, but lets it pass with a just a cute smile. 

Toward the end of the meal, I fill her glass with more plum wine, and we make a toast to ... us. She tells me that she would like to go dancing if I am up to it, so we discuss the pros and cons of the available selection of clubs. We head back out to the car, but before I can get her door open, she slides her arms around my neck and kisses me quite passionately ... with tongue. This is when I find out in a very pleasant way, that she has a tongue stud. She smiles and says, 

"Thank you for tonight Michael. I am enjoying myself, and enjoying being treated like a lady!" then she dropped her gaze a little and says, "I have wanted to be with you um, date you, for a while, Michael!" 

"My pleasure Angela, I am enjoying myself as well!" 

I pull her close to me and my hand slides up over the front of her sweater, and over her breasts. She has quite a nice, round and firm set ... her 'girls.' Once inside, I see her reach over and push my door open for me as I round the car. After I get into the car, she pulls my face to hers and kisses me again, as my hand falls naturally onto her thigh, and the quite purposefully finds its way between her them, and under her skirt. I feel her twitch as a finger brushes against her pussy over moist panties. As we part lips, I am struck by the sweet and earnest looks she is giving me. 

Angie has an incredibly shapely figure, and she knows how to move it on the dance floor. Several men approach her for a dance, but she waves them all off, preferring to dance with me or to sit them out with me. I am her date tonight, and she is giving me her undivided attention! 

After a few drinks, my tongue loosens, and I talk a little about my troubles with Gillian. I tell her about Gillian's 'spinner' fixation, and my frustration with getting her to trust me, even after she allows me to take her virginity. Angie listens attentively, and then wearing a sympathetic expression, she says, 

"Well, Michael I understand something of where she is coming from on that. As you might imagine I have become a bet between boys a time or two, and it isn't pleasant to know that someone is with you just for that! It especially hurts if it is someone you really like and had been looking forward to dating. I sometimes wish I had been born plain, so I could just meet some nice man to treat me ... well, the way you are treating me tonight!" She pauses for a second and adds, 

"But, I do think that your little girlfriend is carrying this a little too far. If it were me, you would only have to win me once Michael dear! I love to be sexy, but I think my forthrightness gives people the idea that I am easy ... a sure thing. But Michael, as much as I like you, you would still have to work to win me! I will not make myself easy for you ... I care for you too much!" 

I tell her that I understand, and appreciate her honesty. We have danced to several of the lively numbers, and when a slow one comes along, she jumps up, takes my hand and leads me to the dancefloor. She has a lovely face that is made even more radiant with a slight flush from our active dancing. 

She puts her hands on my shoulders as mine naturally go her hips, and paints my face with her eyes. I will never know what she is looking for, but a slow smile spreads across her face as if she found it ... or found something she likes! 

Then her hands slide around my neck, and she whispers in my ear, 

"Hold me tighter, Michael!" 

I slide my hands around on her back, and pull her in tighter as we dance ... slowly ... almost motionless. She pulls back and looks into my eyes smiling, I have no idea what is running through her thoughts just now. She kisses me softly, and I feel just the tip of her tongue against my lips as we dance. 

I slide a hand down onto her shapely ass, and she pulls her head back to give me a look of surprise, but smiles indicating her approval. I massage her lovely, tight ass a little, and she lays her head on my chest and lets out a long sigh. 

She allows my hand to explore the edge of her very short skirt, which has risen substantially during our dance. I can feel the very top of her stockings, and the buttery skin above them. She shudders a little when my fingers brush over the bottom of her cheeks and elicits a soft moan from my pretty date. 

I remove my hand from under her skirt, and give her butt a couple of light pats as I hear her giggle. I get the impression that she is very happy and very comfortable just being in my arms. I am delightfully surprised at what a sweet and loving date Angie is tonight and I can feel my heart beating a little quicker. She is easily the most beautiful and comely girl I have ever dated. 

With our most intimate dance over, she asks me to take her home. Her father is a prominent architect in town, and set up an apartment for her and a girlfriend close to the campus. Back at the table, she makes a call, so once again I am left wondering about half of a conversation, 

"Hi Becky dear! ... Yes ... fine! Um, I need the apartment for a little ... can you? ... that's great! ... Michael ... yes ... oh, he is! ... well, maybe! ... thank you so much! ... uh huh ... bye darling!" She just looks at me, and smiles without further explanation.  

On the trip to her place, she treats me once again to a view of her creamy thighs as her short skirt rides up her long legs nearly to the top. I get out and open her door when we park in front of her place and we enter. She has a nice place, furnished simply, but tastefully. After we are in, she takes me by the shoulders, looks into my eyes and says, 

"Michael, I am not going to sleep with you tonight, but I wanted to show you my place, and maybe continue our pleasant evening." 

"Like we agreed, no promises and no expectations honey!" I answer. 

"Good!" she says letting out a nervously held-in breath. She seems very happy and a little giggly giving me a tour of her place. Two bedrooms with a connecting bath (en suite, I guess they call it). I do not get a tour of her roommate's room of course, but her apartment is comfortable, and seems nicely decorated, albeit on a budget. 

She puts on some music, just mellow popular stuff, and pours us both a glass of some kind of golden wine from a tall slender brown bottle. It is sweet, but not overpowering. She pairs it with some cheese and crackers, grapes, and slices of pepperoni. We sit on the couch and talk quietly, about the evening, the band and the music, just chitchat! She has a little giggle as she talks that is hard to describe but it fits her, and is attractive in a musical way. 

As the music gets softer and more romantic, we lean back on the couch a little, and just make out. You know, kissing and touching and the like. At one point, she undoes the back of her bra, works the straps down her arms, and pulls it out through the bottom of her sweater. It is an obviously well practiced maneuver. This is my cue that her 'girls' are mine to play with. I am just guessing that she is about a 34C, which means that her breasts are sizable. As we kiss, I slide a hand up inside her sweater and onto her breasts. They are so soft ... firm ... downy! 

She moans at my touch, and jitters a little as my thumb rubs her nipples. Her hand is rubbing me over my trousers, and I have a hand that just must go up her skirt. Her panties are very moist, and thin enough that I can easily feel the contours of her pussy lips through them. We continue our sex play for a long time until she pulls back and says, 

"Oh, Michael I love being with you, but I have an early class tomorrow and need to put some final touches on an assignment ... you know those prickly engineers! Honey, I want to see you again, is there a possibility of that?" She looks at me earnestly ... hopefully!" 

"Yes, it's possible. If you are free next Friday night, how about a movie?" 

"If you are making a firm date, then yes Michael, I would love to!" 

"It's a date, see you at seven! And if I am invited back here for ah, 'milk and cookies,' maybe we can do something active on Saturday." She giggles at my comment knowing what I am asking. 

"We will have to see what kind of a good boy you are Michael, but like you say, there is always the possibility." She says with a sexy smile. God! I love the way her mind works ... she is so smart, and she is really nobody's sure thing! 

The next night, I decide to give Gillian a call, 

"Hi Gilly!" 

"Oh, hello Michael!" 

"I was wondering if you were interested in getting together this weekend, maybe Sunday. We could rent some bikes and take a tour around the lake with a picnic basket." 

"That sounds nice Michael, but I have to concentrate on my studies this week, with exams coming up." I frown and reply, 

"You know that all work and no play, makes Gilly a dull girl!" 

"Oh I know, but I am just um, backing off of dating for now. I mean, I have feelings for you Michael ... strong feelings, but I feel like you are trying to push me past my comfort zone ... you know what I mean?" 

"Not exactly, can we at least get together for lunch or something? 

"Mmm, maybe sometime later ... not this weekend. I really just need some space Michael!" 

"Gilly, please don't keep be waiting too long!" 

"Okay darling! Um, please don't lose my number, okay?" 

"Bye, Gillian!" 

Well, there it is! Real life, where nothing is certain, and little bluebirds do not tie ribbons around the princess, readying her to meet her Prince Charming. No one really rides off into the sunset together, and few people are lucky enough to live happily ever after. And, sweet romances sometimes turn sour for no reason! This petite girl is frustrating me to no end! 

After my discussion with Gillian, I need to hear a comforting voice ... a soft female voice. I call Angela. 

"Hello, Michael!" she says in a musical voice, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

"Can you do me a favor, Angela? Just talk. I need to hear a sweet and friendly female voice right now!" 

"Okay, should we start with what I am wearing ... or should I say ... what I am not wearing? Or, would you like to hear my favorite recipes, or shall I read from my copy of Sonnets from the Portuguese? Number forty-three was always my favorite!" 

"Anything!" 

"Mmm, sounds like someone has had their fingers burned. Do they hurt much darling?" 

"You are a clever girl, Angela. Maybe they are a little singed ... around the edges." 

"Poor baby ... want mommy to kiss them for you? Come over, and I'll see what I can do for you! It will give me a nice break from my books and drawing pencils!" 

"That's the kindest thing I have heard tonight! Be right over!" 

After Angie buzzes me in, I barely knock on the door, when it opens and Angela is dressed in shorts and a loose V-neck sweater. Our bodies melt together into a sweet embrace and kiss. Then she takes my hands, and kisses my fingers. 

"There! Is that better, darling?" (I laugh!) 

"Much! I hope I am not intruding on your work tonight, I know how prickly those engineers can be!" I say, as she laughs. 

"No Michael, you are not intruding and I don't want to talk about anyone else's problems but yours tonight." 

She takes my hand and leads me into the living room. She pours me a glass of wine, sits close to me on the couch and says, 

"Why don't you tell mommy all about it?" 

"Well it is Gillian ... the girl I met at the bar some weeks ago. It seems that she is putting off dating for a while. I feel guilty discussing another girl with you, since we are starting to date, but I had feelings for her ... you know?" 

"Michael, I am an architect, not a psychologist, but it sounds like the girl is a little fractured right now. I may not be the most objective person, but I am willing to help if I can. I like you Michael ... since the first time I saw you at the pub, and I handed you my number. I was a little hurt when you gave it to Jake ... even bimbos with big tits have feelings, you know!" 

"Angie, you so not a bimbo and as you see, I have figured out how to use your number. Out of all of my friends, your voice was the one I wanted to hear most tonight. I know it is crass of me to blubber about someone else to you, but for some strange reason, it just feels right." 

She moves close to me, and I can smell her breath as her lips move into mine. It is sweet, if a little 'woody' from the wine. Angela is an ash-blonde with honey-brown eyes. My heart skips a beat as they slowly close to kiss me, and flutter open after. She is much more than just another model-beautiful girl from the pub, she is also a friend. 

"Angie, let's not talk about her. Instead, tell me about your day!" I say to her not wanting to burden her further. 

A broad smile crosses her face as she talks about struggling through her structural engineering class, but then when she talks animatedly about her internal design class, the joy of getting back on the board with her pencils and protractors is palpable in her voice. The sound of her voice is soothing to me ... the topic doesn't matter. She is curled up in a corner of the couch, holding her wine, propping that elbow against the arm across her body, under her breasts. Then she looks at me over the rim of her wineglass, and says softy ... almost a whisper, 




Spinner Ch. 03



"Read to me Michael!" 

Her request surprises me, but the earnest look in her pretty eyes tells me she is serious. Looking around for something to read, I see that she actually does have a copy of Elizabeth Barrett's Sonnets from the Portuguese! I pick it up and looking inside the front cover, I say to her, 

"Oh you do have it ... and signed by the author I see! It says, 'To Angela, best of luck to you and your girls! Signed, Liz!'" she giggles musically, 

"Michael! Stop honey, you are too funny!" 

It is a little worn, and there are two bookmarks in it and I turn to the first one, sonnet number Thirty-three and read to her, 

Yes, call me by my pet-name! Let me hear 

the name I used to run at, when a child, 

from innocent play ... [I read through to the end] 

Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth, 

with the same heart, will answer and not wait. 

She has her eyes closed as she listens, and I go onto the second bookmark. It is the famous number forty-three. 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 

I love thee to the depth, and breadth and height 

My soul can reach... 

As I finish the last lines, she is mouthing them as I read them, 

—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. 

Her lovely soft brown eyes flutter open as I finish. She moves close to me, puts her arms around my neck, and after a little bite to my earlobe, whispers in a dusky voice, 

"Make love to me, Michael!" 

I look at her and see the pleading in her eyes. This is only our second date, not even a date actually, and we have our real second date on Friday, just two days away. I am guessing that she worked herself into a very romantic mood, with the wine and love poems. Her face is so beautiful, especially with that errant little curl hanging down over her forehead. 

I take her hand as she rises from the couch, and I lead her into her bedroom. The first thing I appreciate about her room is that I don't have to fight my way through a sea of stuffed animals. She has her bedroom, like the rest of her place, simply but tastefully decorated ... like someone who knows something about interior design. I turn her toward me, and as I grasp the bottom edge of her sweater, she raises her arms to allow me to strip it from her. 

I am looking directly into her eyes as she allows me to unbutton and unzip her shorts. As they fall to the floor, she steps out of them, leaving them on the floor with her sweater. She is dressed in white lace boy-shorts, with matching lacy bra. I unhook her bra, and let it slip from her shoulders for the first time seeing her lovely breasts, capped by puffy nipples with brown areolas, and pink nubbins in the center. 

She slides her own panties off, wiggling her hips to slide them over her ass, and kicks them to the side. Her dark blond hair is natural, and matches the sparse but neatly trimmed patch just above her pussy. 

I take her hand and help her into bed under the covers, strip quickly, and slide into her embrace as her warm silky body crushes against mine. 

"Oh my God honey!" Is all I can say; she gives me a sexy smile, nods, and says, 

"You'd better believe it, baby!" 

[I will deprive my readers of a blow-by-blow description of our lovemaking, so you can use your imagination.] 

Except to say, that we kiss and fondle each other for what seemed like a very long time, until she says that she needs me inside her. I oblige her as I slowly slide seven inches (give or take) into her now very wet pussy. The feeling of my cock entering her soft moist squishy insides is indescribably amazing! 

She is the single most vigorous lover I have ever had. I am in heaven as she shares her body with me. By the final plunge for me, she has had at least a couple of serious orgasms, but when I stiffen and release inside her, she has built herself up to a final earth-shattering, planet-colliding, sheet-grabbing, supernova-creating eruption. She must have shuddered and convulsed violently, fifteen times as she douses the sheets with her copious juices. The smell of sex is everywhere! 

We are breathing so hard, and our hearts are beating so fast, that it scares me a little. As we cool down, she wears a playful smile as she squishes her sweaty and slippery stomach against mine. We laugh and giggle as we play. I am still hard inside her and she has her hand on my butt to keep me there. Her pussy clenches around me holding me as a very happy prisoner of her body. 

Then our playfulness gets serious, as her smile drops, and she gazes into my eyes and I can see that she is tearing up a little. She does not say a word, but she doesn't have to, since her expression is telling me that she has feelings for me. I guess I knew that, but what surprises me, is that I also tear up, and looking down into that beautiful face and golden-brown eyes I say, 

"My God! Angela you are so beautiful! How about you skip classes and just make love to me all day today?" She knits her brow a little, likely mentally going over her schedule, and then smiles broadly and says, 

"Alright, Michael darling!" 

We make love twice more, with her giving me an unbelievable blowjob in between, before we ever even considered the possibility of getting out of bed. All thoughts of Gillian are gone like a wisp of smoke in a stiff breeze as I look into this sweet, kind, and beautiful face. She was there when I needed someone to talk with, and never asked for a thing in return. I am confused about my growing feelings for her! 

The next morning we finally arise late, and make a combination of breakfast and lunch for each other quietly moving about her kitchen, each taking a task to do without a word. Later as we sit down to eat, she smiles at me and says, 

"I love having you inside me, Michael! It is going to be hard to give you up, if it ever comes to that!" 

She may be thinking that I might go back to Gillian, but as much as I feel for Gilly, I would die rather than break Angela's kind heart. I have to convince her that she has not opened her legs to me for nothing. 

"Angela, I have no one else in my mind right now. You are the kindest and sweetest woman I have ever dated, let's take things slowly and see what happens! Remember, I still have that little napkin with your number!" 

"Michael, you know how I feel about you, but I am just going to hold my breath for now, and not let my heart want you too much." 

We have both said what we wanted to say, so I simply smile and say, 

"Okay, honey!" 

She smiles back as she reaches over and snitches my last piece of bacon. Thinking that I have another food criminal on my hands, I just smile and say nothing, but she notices my expression and asks, 

"What Michael?" 

"Nothing, my dear." 

We talk for a while as we eat, and I start to find that I am becoming very fond of this girl. Her honey-brown eyes are mesmerizing as she talks so quickly, as if her mouth is racing to keep up with her quick mind. I just listen to her, admiring her beauty and her obvious intellect. I have dated beautiful girls before, but in general, they prove to be a little cold around the heart, knowing that they can get whomever they want. But, this one is a genuinely sweet, and kind person! 

She is wearing just a T-shirt and panties, and her nipples are very prominent as she is gabs away. She notices my noticing, and looking down at her shirt says, 

"See something you like, darling?" I nod, and she pulls her T-shirt off over her head. 

"Is this better?" 

"Yes! Damn!" I exclaim almost involuntarily. 

She get up comes over to my stool at the kitchen table, and straddles my lap. She kisses me as my hands quickly go to her lovely naked breasts. They are absolutely magnificent, firm, soft, and warm to the touch. I let my fingertips play with her nipples as I feel her tongue stud invade my mouth. After several minutes she can feel me getting hard, and wiggling her butt a little, whispers in my ear, 

"I can take care of that for you Michael!" 

By the time we reached her bed in a quick retreat, my cock is throbbing, wanting to be inside her. We make love, fondle and cuddle for a couple of hours! With the final clench of my butt muscles, and release inside her, she must have had three or four orgasms with her long slender legs wrapped tightly around me. We hold onto each other as our hearts beat wildly against one another. 

We switch to a sitting position on the bed with Angela straddling my lap, and her hands on my shoulders. I am so into fucking this bright and pretty girl that I say teasing, 

"When can I move in honey?" 

She pulls her head back and looks at me, and after a moment says, 

"Michael, I know you are just teasing me, but I love you ... you can move in whenever you wish my darling ... seriously!" 

"I have to admit that I was teasing, but it is not a bad idea depending on how things go for us, so let's hold that thought!" 

"Of course you are right, Michael ... but for my part, I'd let you move in tomorrow!" 

"Do you like classical music Angela?" 

"Of course! I love it, and I have a lot of it, what would you like to hear darling?" 

"Well, there is a baroque music concert next Friday ... mostly Handel, Vivaldi, and Scarlatti ... it's real esoteric stuff, but how about doing that in preference to a movie?" 

"Oh, Michael that sounds so wonderful! You have no idea how hungry I am to have someone to attend concerts with me. Oh, yes darling I would love to!" She wiggles her butt on my lap and says, "Look darling, I am getting wet just thinking about it!" 

We both laugh and I lie back pulling her on top of me, to do something about her newly found arousal. She reaches down, and feeds my hardening cock back into her willing pussy. Her very active pushing down onto me brings me to orgasm quickly as I find more jizz from somewhere to pump into her sleek, sweaty body. 

We both climax at the same time, as she braces herself with her hands on my chest, and pushing down hard to meet my thrusts. We roll over and lay facing each other for a long time talking softly ... about silly things ... loving things. Our lips are so close that every other word becomes a small tickly kiss. 

We reluctantly part ways after our night and most of the next day together. I head back to catch up on schoolwork. After several hours of study, I call Jake to meet him at the pub for a beer. We meet, and Jake lumbers back from the bar with a couple of beers, after hitting on the pretty bartender, Maud. She gets about a hundred propositions a day, and handles Jake's like all the rest ... she accepts them! But, they all know that she is not sincere of course. 

We talk about Jake's latest conquests, and he bitches a little about his boss at the construction site. Finally, he asks about Angela. 

"Jake, things are going very well between Angie and me, but I do not want to discuss particulars here. You may not know this about her, but she is not the kind of girl one discusses in a bar. She is better than that." 

"Y'know Mike, I always suspected that! Guess she was too smart for me, but I couldn't look past her boobs and those long legs. I always thought there was more to her than that though. I am glad someone is giving her the respect she deserves ... she's a good kid!" 

"She is an amazing girl, Jake, and I am starting to have feelings for her! She and I mesh well, and I am excited by her!" Jake nods, and looks up behind me. 

"So what are we talking about boys?" the sweet voice is Angela's placing her hands on my shoulders. 

"Baseball!" we both say at the same time. 

"Well, don't let me interrupt fellas ... one of my favorite subjects!" 

As Jake and I look at each other in surprise, she pulls a chair up to the table facing out and straddles it, in her tight yoga pants and sweatshirt. She hooks her elbows over the back, giving us her assessment of our local AA North baseball team. She discusses the prospects for upcoming games, and our chances of making the playoffs. After a stunned silence, Jake smiles, shakes his head and says, 

"Well, darlin' you are full of shit! First off..." 

Then he dives into a point-by-point discussion of her analysis, and I interject my opinion, agreeing with some of her points, and disagreeing with some others with Jake telling me that I am also full of shit. At one point early on, I get up to get my smart little girl a beer. Maud smiles at me and says, 

"Michael, if you are talking baseball with Angie, you and Jake are in for a surprise ... her Dad taught her all that shit ... took her to all the games!" 

"We are in the process of finding that out!" Then after a couple of seconds she asks, 

"Mmm, what do I have to do to get your attention Michael? I like jazz and old movies!" 

"Maud honey, you are too cute for me." 

"Yeah, right! Here are your beers handsome!" 

"Thanks baby!" I say. 

"I'm here all say, sugar!" Maud says. 

Wetted by more beer, we have a lively discussion what migrates from baseball, to politics, and degrades to a discussion (in which Angie is an active participant) of the quality of the bods and boobs of all of the girls currently in the pub ... including Maud who gets high marks from all of us. We laugh, and just have a good time together. 

Suddenly, I hear a small female voice saying, 

"Hello Michael!" 

It is Gillian, just stopping in for a lite beer. She says, 

"It looks like you are having fun, and I do not want to interrupt, just wanted to say hi. You still have my number don't you Michael?" 

Angie starts to rise to challenge her, but I put my hand on her arm and she keeps her seat. 

"It's nice to see you Gillian. Care to join us?" 

"Oh, no thank you Michael, have to be running along, but I appreciate the invitation. Enjoy yourselves!" 

"Bye, Gilly!" I say warmly. 

She gives me a wry smile, and turning to Jake says, "Nice to see you again Jake!" she shoots a glance at Angela sitting next to me, and turns to walk out. 

It is very quiet between the three of us at the table. Angela gets up conveniently to use the ladies' room. Jake turns to me and quietly says, 

"She comes in here once or twice a week, Mike. She reads her book, has one lite beer, and leaves. I have sat with her a couple of times, and she always asks about you. There are usually one or two guys who approach her, but he politely rebuffs them. What are you going to do about her?" 

"I don't know. I still have feelings for her, but I can't deal with her hot and cold act, y'know? I like Angie ... I like her a lot, and don't want to let her go. Angie is smart, and charming, and she knows exactly how she feels about me. Angie is constant and faithful." 

"You've got that right darling!" 

I hear Angela say as she catches the last part of our conversation. She resumes her seat next to me, wraps her arms around my left arm, leaning her head on my shoulder. Then she says to me, 

"Well, honey what's your answer to Jake's question?" Before I can reply, Jake looks at her with a serious expression and says, 

"Angie darlin' go get us a beer ... like for a while, okay?" 

She gets the hint, and lets her hand trail over my shoulder as she takes a seat at the bar talking to Maud. She knows that Jake and I have things to discuss. 

"Mike, you have to decide which way to go here. You can't string these girls along; they are both worthy of better than that, in their own ways." 

"I know you are right, Jake, but I like them both. You are right, they are different girls, and I would feel blessed to be with either one of them. Right now, I am seeing Angela and I don't want to give her up. I think I love her Jake!" 

"Then you have to tell her Mike! Go over there and tell her right now! She ain't for me, but she sure as shit might be for you. There is a dude over there right now talking to her and putting the hustle on her. She ain't going to wait long for you to decide!" 

I smile at Jake, and get up and walk toward the bar as I head Angela tell her would-be-suitor, 

"Thanks that's so sweet, but no thanks handsome!" 

He leaves when he sees my come up behind her and wrap my arms around her, and whisper in her ear, 

"How about a quick screw lady?" 

She swivels around on the stool, jumps into my arms with tears in her soft brown eyes and she says, 

"You bet! Any time darling!" 

She wraps her arms around my neck tightly, and kisses me hard. I take her by the hand, lead her out of the pub, and get a smile, a nod, and thumbs up from Jake as we leave. Instead of the screw, I take Angela to a nice Italian place, and we spend the time eating, and talking quietly. Angie suddenly becomes serious, looks at me and asks the question Jake asked me, 

"Michael ... honey ... um, I hate to pry into your affairs, but I would like to know, what are you going to do about Gillian? I feel I have a right to know." 

I look her in the eyes for a slight moment, which might have seemed like much longer to her and say, 

"Angie, I am with you, and that should be your answer. I am going to do nothing about Gillian. I feel I gave her an honest effort at starting a relationship, but she either didn't or wasn't capable of accepting my affection. You have accepted me with no questions asked and no game playing, so as long as you can stand me, I consider you to be my girl!" 

I see tears forming in her pretty eyes, and she says, "That's what I was hoping you would say darling. I am going to love being your girl!" 

I take her back to her place, and she changes into an oversized T-shirt and short shorts with no bra or panties. We cuddle on the couch listening to some music ... Bach, I think ... sounds like the Chromatic Fantasy, but it is on softly so it's hard to tell. 

"Michael, would you read to me darling?" 

I search her bookcase for a good read, and start to read to her, from her copy of D. H. Lawrence's "Sons and Lovers." 

She cuddles up against me, as she listens to my mellow voice reading to her. This will become a habit with us, and she enjoys both reading and being read to. At one point during my reading, I stop and Angie looks up at me. I smile down at this incredibly beautiful woman in my arms, and say, 

"What is a beautiful creature like you doing with the likes of me?" 

"Mmm, just lucky I guess!" 

I tell her about my growing feelings for her, and as her chin trembles, she stammers to tell me that she loves me, and has since that very first night she scratched her phone number on that bar napkin (which I still have, kept in a safe place). She asks me to move in on Saturday, after the concert. 

I say yes! 

I continue reading to her until she falls asleep. I pick her up and softly settle her in her bed under the covers trying not to wake her. I creep out of her bedroom as quietly as I can, and I hear her say in a sleepy voice, 

"There's an extra key on the table by the door ... Becky left it behind when she moved out honey!" 

I give up the pretense of stealth mode, move back over to her and give her a kiss on the cheek as I snuggle the blankets up around her neck. Then I whisper, 

"Get some sleep!" I hear a sleepy little chuckle and then, 

"Yes, Daddy!" 

I smile and leave her, locking the door with the extra key, which I add to my keyring. Driving home, my mind in crowded with a million different thoughts, about her, and about Gilly, and about the possibility of moving in with her, and if I do that, then I am making a commitment, and how do I feel about that, and, and, and! 

I am too nervous to settle down, so I put on some Beethoven, and dig into my books. But with the energy expended dealing with all that has happened, I flop onto my mattress, and drop off immediately. I wake up the next morning in the same clothes, and scramble to get ready for classes. 




Spinner Ch. 03



On Friday night at the concert, I watch her as she enjoys the music. She seems bored with the Handel, but absolutely loves the Vivaldi! Afterward, as we walk to the car, I look across the crowd to see Gillian with a date moving toward their car. She looks over at me and gives me a wry smile as she turns and continues along with her date. Angela sees this interchange and says, 

"Michael?" 

I pull her to me and kiss her, before continuing to my car. She still has a worried look on her face, so once we are in the car, I turn to her and say, 

"Angela, you are my little love ... not Gillian ... not anymore. You are the one who has been so constant and unfaltering with me, and if you still want me, I am yours!" 

"Oh, Michael! Yes! Yes darling, you know I do, and I ... I always will. Take me home honey!" 

I move into Angela's apartment the next day, with her father helping us. I know it is rather soon to be moving in together, but it seems right, and her Dad has no problem with it. Apparently, she has been talking his ear off about me! It turns out that he is also a Two-A baseball fan, and we find other things we connect on, not the least of which is his pretty daughter. He turns to me and says, 

"You know Mike I have always been worried about my little Angela. She is too beautiful for her own good, and attracts a lot of male attention due to her looks ... quite a lot of it is from fellas just wanting to take advantage of her. I am happy that she found you. She can't shut up about how wonderful you are to her, and I thank you for that. Angie is my special little girl, and I just want to see her be happy. She is happier lately than I have ever seen her." 

"Well, your daughter is easy to love, John. She is so smart, and has such a quick wit that it is hard for me to keep up sometimes. We have an amazing girl, don't we John?" He laughs claps me on the shoulder and says, 

"We sure do Mike, we sure do!" 

It turns out that Angie's roommate, Becky (Rebecca) moved in with a writer friend of hers a few weeks earlier. She remains a close friend to both of us, and comes over quite often for dinner, with her significant other, Cynthia (Cindy). Both girls are delightful people, and great conversationalists. Becky is an artist, and Cindy is already a published writer at age twenty-one. 

Angela and I are so close, and so loving, that it makes our friends nauseated sometimes, but we just look at each other and laugh. We both bought identical bicycles, and ride all the time. I found out that Angela is a talented tennis player, and playing with her is a challenge since she is much better than I am. I beat her consistently at racquetball though ... and backgammon! 

She also has her time with her friends, and I have my time with Jake and my other friends. I never ask about her clubbing nights out with her girlfriends. I trust her implicitly. Becky questioned me about that once, and I told her that Angie has always proven to be trustworthy. All she would say is, 

"Michael, you are one of a kind ... and ... your trust is not misplaced!" 

Some months later, on a particularly quite night at home, I am reading to my darling Angela, and it is a novel where at one point the boy proposes to his girl. Angela is listening intently and moaning at the romantic setting, and as I start to read the proposal scene, I switch to real life pretending that I am still reading as I say, 

"...and then Michael, having asked permission from her father, throws the book aside, and kneeling in front of his darling girl, proposes to her." 

I throw the book aside, drop to one knee in front of Angela, and continue, "...and then Michael says 'Angela my darling, will you marry me?" 

It takes her a moment to realize what is happening, as she looks down at me, holding a small black velvet box. I open it and show her a beautiful three-quarter carat diamond ring. She gasps and says, 

"Oh Michael! Oh my God!! Yes! YES!! Oh my God, yes Michael I will marry you!!" 

She is still in shock as I put the ring on her finger. She lunges off the couch at me knocking me over and lying on top of me starts covering my face with kisses. We rise, and she is a mess of tears and jitters watching her ring sparkle in the light, as I pop the cork on a small bottle of champagne, and pour us both a glass. Angela is crying as hard as it is possible for her to cry, with her tears of joy. 

That is when I give her an engagement present; it is the pub napkin she wrote her name and phone number on those many, many months ago, that I had mounted in a handsome frame. Over joyed with her present, she throws her arms around me and wets my face with her teary kisses. I have to hold her as she sobs and sobs until it is all out. 

I tell her that we have reservations at a nice restaurant, so she changes into her nicest dress. We walk into the restaurant, and the host shows us to a table where her Mother, Father, and little Brother already there. Also at the table are Jake and his date Mindy, along with Becky and Cindy. Angela is beside herself sharing her moment with family and friends. It is a late supper, but we become a loud and happy crowd for just the nine of us. 

At one point, Angela looks across the table at me with a sweet and loving look and mouths the words, 

"Thank you so much darling! I love you!" I reply in something just above a whisper, 

"I love you too, my Angel!" 

Angela and I are in the same class at the university, and graduate together. I receive a B.S.B. degree in finance, and Angela, a B.Arch degree, cum laude. Her degree program was five years, but with her father's influence, the university accepted her into the program after her junior year in high school because of her high grades, and she is able to graduate with me. 

She joins her father's firm and John offers to help me with a job at a friend's company, but I decline, telling him that I prefer to find a position on my own merits. I actually do find a good position at a local corporation in the finance department, starting as a junior vice-president, which in real terms means that I do all of the grunt work for the VP's and the Senior VP. 

They are all great mentors. But, one of the VP's, George, can't lay off hitting on Angela at company parties. She becomes quite adept at sidestepping his advances though. 

Angela and I make love every night we possibly can, but she has some travel, as I also do. We never fail to talk on the phone for at least some time—whether it is a minute or a couple of hours each night we are away. After our second year in our positions, Angela becomes pregnant, and struggles to work as long as she can, with her doctor finally ordering her to take some time off. 

A week later, she gives birth to a baby girl we call Janine after her Mother. Janine is pretty, and has brown eyes like her mothers. She is smart, and is reading to us at age three each night when we put her to bed. Angela and I watch as our little girl grows into a pretty ash-blonde and an object of admiration among her male fifth-grade classmates. Uncle Jake dotes on his honorary niece, to the point of irritation to Angie and me. 

He marries Misty, and they have a son of their own. Misty and Angie are not happy with Jake and me meeting at the Fifth Avenue pub periodically, but they find some haunts of their own. On one occasion meeting Jake at the pub, Jake quietly says, 

"Mike, see that one at the bar?" 

I look up and see Gillian sitting at the bar with a book and a lite beer. She is still very pretty and petite, and wearing the same white shorts, pink halter top and tennies as when I first met her. Jake nods to me, and I get up to greet her. Coming up behind her say, 

"Buy you another, doll?" 

She turns quickly and seeing me says, 

"Mmm, no thanks honey. You're cute n'all, but I just stopped in for a quick one." 

"Very funny, Gillian! So how are you?" 

"I'm fine, Michael. I have my B.S.N. degree, and I am a nurse at Children's Hospital. I love my life, and share a flat with my friend Sherry. I hear from Jake that you and Angela have a little girl! Congratulations, Michael." 

"Thanks Gilly!" 

"Tell me Michael, do you ever think about your little spinner?" 

"Sometimes!" 

"But you have finally lost my number?" 

"Yes Gilly, I have!" 

End.



Spinner Goes Shopping



After my first little escapade with Suzy, I decided we needed to go shopping. Suzy, you'll recall was my first spinner – a petite, lightweight, young-looking, nasty little slut you can spin around the end of your dick. I decided she needed to fuck a little more publicly than she'd done the previous night, when she'd blown three guys on the hood of my car, in the street, while I fucked her tight little ass. An epic night, but I wanted her to have more of an audience. She was the sort of sick little bitch who'd get off on fucking with an audience.

To make up for the fact that I'd torn her top ripping it off her hot little bod last night, I promised to drive her to the mall and buy her a new one. On the drive in, she played with her clit, that short little skirt wrapped up above her waist. It seems she couldn't keep her fingers out of her pussy. Last night, after we'd fucked on the street, she'd shown me her trick with the Coke bottle. Got about two thirds of it up her ass. It was a fucking awesome sight. I took some photographs for my website. She got off on being a porno model for me, too.

"Okay Suzy, there's a little price to pay for this new top."

"Oh yeah? Who d'ya want to see me fuck?"

Smart girl – caught on real quick. She was up for it, as ever.

"Just do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. I promise you'll love it."

She agreed, knowing my mind was almost as dirty as hers. Not quite my sexual twin, but fucking close. That and her tight little ass and under-age looks drove me nuts. Come to think of it, I only had her word that she was eighteen. If she'd told me fourteen, her looks wouldn't have called it a lie. She was skinny, but not see-my-ribs skinny. Just naturally small and thin. I could pick her up with one arm, no problem. Thinking how cute her ass looked in that skirt, I couldn't quite reconcile it with the gaping shitter that took most of a Coke bottle. That was just talent.

We parked and started walking through the mall. Her top was ripped so that it fell off one shoulder – the fabric was about half an inch from her nipple. While she didn't have big tits, you could see the creamy slope, and her tits jiggled as she walked. She had a sassy kind of walk, rotating her ass as she went. I dropped my hand onto her ass and groped her as we walked through the mall. Teenage kids stopped to gawp. We heard the word "slut" and "bitch" echo over the muzak, and grinned. On the escalator she spread her legs and bent right over, so that everyone below her could see her pussy and asshole. When she pulled up again, I kissed her, and pulled up her skirt just to confirm she was bare-assed. We could hear the whoops from a bunch of kids on the floor below us.

"I fucking love making a guy's day like that."

Hmm, I'd have to explore that another time.

I steered her into a clothes shop – practically empty at this time of day.

"Okay Suzy, here's the thing. There's a cute little piece working here called Nicky. I've had my eye on her for a couple of months. I want to see you fuck her, in the store, in front of that security camera at the back. I'll hang around here and watch you do it. If you can get her fucked, we can move into the back of the shop for a threesome, and I'll screw the living shit out of your ass. Deal?"

Her eyes shone with excitement, and she licked her lips. Every bit of it appealed. Fucking a cute little slut her age, getting off in public, me watching her fuck, and that little ass-rape as a prize.

"Awesome. Show me the little cunt and I'll get her nailed."

Nicky was working her way through college as a shop assistant. Short, dark hair, smooth young body. Totally delicious and, I suspected, a total fuckslut if you got to her. Something about her face – and especially her eyes – just said she was on the verge of something big. Just waiting for the spark. And Suzy was going to get to her, I was sure.

I pretended to browse as Suzy made her move. There was only one other assistant, and she was right at the front of the shop where the cash point was. I strolled around until I was in the aisle next to Suzy and Nicky. Looking through the gaps in the merchandise, I could see and hear everything, but they had no idea where I was.

Suzy was up close, real close, her lips barely twelve inches from Nicky, showing her the rip in her top. 

"How did that happen?" Nicky asked.

"Well, I was getting fucked by this guy, and he couldn't wait to see my tits, so he kinda ripped it off me."

Nicky tried to look shocked, but it wasn't a good impression. She had the ghost of a shit-eating grin on her lips.

"Oh my God, weren't you scared?"

"Shit no, I couldn't wait either. What, don't you like it a little rough?"

Nicky smiled again, but said nothing. Fuck, she was hot.

"Oh yeah, I can see that you do. But look at this, my nipples are almost showing when I walk around the mall."

Nicky leaned in slightly as Suzy pulled the top away from her to display her tit. Suzy brought her hand up and lightly brushed Nicky's face.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "Suck on it."

Nicky looked up.

"I can't do that, there's security cameras. They'll see me licking your nipple, taking it into my mouth and rolling it over and over my tongue. They'll see me sucking your tit into my mouth, right in the middle of a store." Nicky was into this in a big way. Suzy and I had hit paydirt. A new slut to welcome to our select little fuck club.

"Screw the cameras, I want my tit licked. Come on."

Suzy cupped a hand behind Nicky's head and drew her down. Instinctively, Nicky began licking on her nipple, taking more and more of Suzy's tit into her mouth. Suzy's head arched back and as she did so, she caught sight of me through the shelving and smiled. Her hand reached down and began to press against Nicky's pussy mound through her uniform. 

Nicky moaned, and Suzy took her chance to get aggressive. She grabbed Nicky's hair in one hand and, keeping her other hand pressed against her pussy, pushed her back a few feet until Nicky was backed up against a wall. Her knee went between Nicky's legs, and began grinding against her cunt. Suzy licked Nicky's neck, and Nicky shivered visibly as her knees began to buckle. I'd bet my fucking house her pussy was already dripping with juice. Suzy closed in for the clincher. Just one more step and Nicky would go for anything we wanted.

"Want me, baby, huh? Want to get your tongue into my cunt? Huh? Fuckin' do it, then. Go for it. Get on your knees and lick my fucking clit until I scream. Come on."

Nicky thought for a split second, then dropped to her knees. Suzy pulled up her skirt and showed her a bare pussy, already glistening with juice. Nicky put her fingers either side of Suzy's pussy and spread her lips. Then slid her tongue right in. I looked around but no one was headed our way yet.

"Oh yeah, fucking lick that good. Yeah, right up there, oh shit you nasty little fuck. Yeah, that's it, chew on my fucking clit. God, I love a girl's tongue. Yeah. You talented little bitch. Fucking do me with that tongue."

Suzy began to buck her hips along Nicky's face, smearing it with pussy juice. She looked up at the security camera and blew it a kiss. Nicky moaned as she licked up and down, now and again moving up to Suzy's asshole and swiping up there. Then she put her tongue deep in Suzy's pussy, and her finger snaked it's way up and into Suzy's ass. 

Suzy had trouble standing up as she came. It was one of those deep cums, that starts right down in your feet and travels up to your head. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud. Her eyes widened, and when she came, she had to use a hoarse whisper.

"oooohhh shhhhhhiiiittt. Fuck baby. Oh fucking Christ. Oh shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah, bite my clit, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh you sweet little bitch."

She pulled Nicky up and they tongue kissed, Suzy grabbing and groping at Nicky's tits and sliding one hand under her uniform. I took it as my cue to emerge from behind the shelf. The other assistant was still at the front of the shop. As Suzy pulled away, Nicky looked at me, but somehow didn't seem that surprised to see me.

"That was quite some show, young lady. Ready for some cock now?"

Nicky smiled and unbuttoned her uniform. As she did so, I could see she was totally naked underneath it. She had ripe, pert young tits, a flat, smooth stomach, and a shaved pussy. She pulled and grabbed on her tits as she stepped out of her uniform. She slapped herself on the face – fucking hard, as it happens – then folded her fingers in and stuck her entire fucking hand into her mouth. Then she pushed it down and made herself gag, licking up the choked spit as she withdrew her hand and began fingering her clit. Suzy was as impressed as I was.

"Shit, baby, you got it going on."

Nicky just smiled. Totally naked, in full view of the security cameras, she sank to her knees.

"I hope you've got a fucking big dick, honey. I like choking when I suck a dick."

I grinned.

"It's big enough for that."

"Great. Bring it on, honey, fuck my throat hard."

Always one to take a girl at her word, I stepped forward and slid into her willing mouth. She leant forward and slid down my shaft, pausing slightly halfway, before sliding right to the root. Immediately she choked, spluttering spit all over my cock and balls, as she fought for air. I started to pull back, but she grabbed my legs and made sure I held my dick right down her throat. She looked up at me with big brown-green eyes, my entire dick in her throat, and winked.

The she started to move on me, pulling out almost to the tip and then plunging back down, all the fucking way. This girl had sucked a lot of dick. Suzy was impressed again.

"Great deep throat, baby. Fuck man, nail her throat. She likes getting her throat raped, just like me. Fuck her mouth like you did to me in the street last night."

Hearing something of our exploits just seemed to goad Nicky into choking more. She didn't seem to care that this was all on camera, or that we could be caught any second. Suzy wasn't much of a lookout. She was leaning against the wall beside us, watching and burying four fingers into her cunt. Nicky just spluttered and spat and deep throated. She kept working me into her mouth again and again, encouraging me to fuck it. I grabbed her hair with both hands and shoved her onto my dick again and again. Her hands dropped, satisfied that now I was doing her right, fucking her throat as hard as she wanted it. She turned into a little fuck doll, just letting me slam into her mouth again and again. 

After about five minutes I was ready to blow. I pulled out and fisted my dick.

"Open your fucking mouth you little whore, I 'm gonna cum all over that sweet little face of yours. Get ready."

She smiled.

"I want my fucking reward. Cover me, baby. Drown me in fucking cum. Give your girl something to eat off my face. Spray it right here." She stuck her tongue out to give me a target.

I sprayed the biggest fucking load of my life. Seven, eight globs of it hit her, half of it in her face, the rest into her hair and down her neck. She just held there, letting me splatter her. She didn't even try to swallow it.

Suzy knelt down by the cum-drenched girl.

"Want me to lick it off, you little cunt?"

Nicky shook her head. She pointed at Suzy's mouth. At first I thought she wanted Suzy to lick the cum off, but that was for later, apparently.

And she stuck her tongue out again. I wasn't sure what she wanted but Suzy knew. She grinned.

And then she spat at her. Right into her face. Nicky grinned, too, and put out her tongue for more. Suzy spat on her five or six more times, until they dissolved into a frenzy of cum-swapping, spit-covered kisses. Then they double-teamed my dick, cleaning it up and taking it in turns to swallow the whole fucking thing. I was dripping in sweat, and scared we'd get discovered and thrown out. 

Suzy flung her arms around me and jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist, like she'd done last night. She ground her wet pussy onto my still-hard dick and kissed me.

"You promised to take my ass and wreck it. Remember our deal?" Nicky slid three fingers up Suzy's ass and licked the juice off her hand when she retrieved it.

"I wanna see you make her ass gape, honey."

Nicky grabbed my hand. 

"Let's go out back."

We slunk out back to the storeroom, without being seen. The storeroom had a table, and Suzy stretched out on it, playing with her pussy, as I kissed Nicky and groped her butt. She felt tight when I got two fingers in there. But the way she wiggled her ass to get them deeper told me she was an anal little cunt, all the same. I'd have to test that theory real hard, later. Suzy wanted it now.

"You promised to fuck the shit right out of my ass, baby."

I tore myself away from Nicky, though that was difficult, as she had her hand around my dick and clearly wanted to get her throat fucked again. I had the perfect solution.

"Suzy, on your hands and knees. Nicky, sit over her with your face next to her asshole."

Both girls knew what was coming, and scooted into position. Nicky spread Suzy's ass with her fingertips, then began sliding fingers in, one more each time. She looked a little surprised at how wide Suzy could go. Three fingers each side wasn't a problem, and allowed Nicky to breathe softly into Suzy's gaping crap-hole.

"Gaper huh?" she asked. I nodded, smiling. Nicky grinned. "My kind of whore."

I slid my dick into Suzy's ass, and kept pushing until it was balls deep. Nicky's face was about an inch from my dick, and she leaned forward and started licking, tasting Suzy's ass. Suzy was in overdrive already.

"Come on, baby, rape my shitter like you did yesterday. Come on, give me what you promised. Ram that meat up my crapper, baby. That's where I need it, just fuck the whole thing up me. Tell that bitch to eat the shit off your dick when you fuck me. I wanna taste my ass on her tongue later."

I slammed it onto her and Suzy howled. I knew from last night that she could take it hard and deep. If anything, her ass felt even tighter than yesterday. She was an awesome ass fuck, yelling at me to get harder and deeper. Nicky wanted to see more, too.

"C'mon man, rape her ass like she wanted. Fucking split her in two with that thing. Yeah. Oh. God, this view is fucking unbelievable. You're getting so stretched out, girl. You're gonna gape like a good 'un for days after this fucking. Shit yeah, your ass tastes so fucking good. I love the way your ass tastes." 

I pulled out of Suzy's ass and Nicky instinctively dived forward, covering my cock and burying herself down to the root, deep throating the cock that had just been banging Suzy's shithole. Nicky moaned and swirled her tongue around my cock, savouring the taste and the feel of a hard dick in her throat. She made sure she choked on it and spat all over the head as she pulled out.

"Wait a second."

I held off going back inside Suzy's ass as Nicky spat on her fingers and then slid them into Suzy's ass. When she had four in, she tugged on Suzy's ass and began inserting the other four. Eight fingers were now in Suzy's ass and she was moaning incoherently, cumming non-stop at this anal assault. Nicky alternated, plunging each hand into Suzy's ass, the combination of spit and ass juice making her fingers slippery and easier to take. Impossibly fast, she alternated each hand at lightning speed until Suzy let off one huge scream, and shook as she came. Then Nicky pulled Suzy's ass wide open and stared at the gape. I could get my cock in there without touching the sides. It was awesome.

"Fucking beautiful, girl, fucking beautiful," she said. "You've got one talented shithole, honey. I want my ass to be just like this."

Christ, I was falling in love already!

Nicky slid off the table and stood right in front of Suzy's face. I resumed my assfucking, slamming it to her as Nicky pulled Suzy's hair. She slapped Suzy repeatedly on the cheek, staring intently into her eyes. Suzy went off the fucking scale.

"Aaarrrgghh! Fucking Christ yeah, rape my ass, slam it, fucking do it. Yeah, give it to me, hurt me with that cock, hurt my ass, yeah...oh shit, I fucking love getting shafted like this.....fucking do it harder.....harder....on shhhhiiittttt."

I screamed and unloaded another huge wad deep in her ass. Fuck knows how I'd stayed from cumming before that. I pulled out and Nicky ran round and gave me a no-hands sucking, that included another deep throat, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. Suzy leant back on her knees.

Nicky knelt under Suzy's ass. Suzy raised herself up a little, so that Nicky could catch the cum as it oozed out of Suzy's ass. She slurped until it was all gone, then slid fingers into Suzy's ass and licked them, to make sure she got everything. The two kissed so that Suzy could taste her own ass as she came down from a monumental orgasm.

Suzy was exhausted and headed for the toilets. Nicky and I kissed.

"Wanna do that again, little girl?"

Nicky grinned.

"Fuck yeah, but next time, it's me that gets my ass raped, it's me that gets to gape, and I want your piss as well. Deal?"



Spinner



"Honey, a spinner refers to a girl who is tiny, as you are. It describes the image of a girl on top of a man, and if she draws her knees in, the man could simply spin her around on his, um, manhood ... a spinner." I could tell that she wanted to comment, but I held up my hand to stop her. 

"Before you respond, let me finish. Jake is a great guy, but can be a little crude sometimes. His comment caused an involuntary chuckle from me, but then I saw you. I saw the dainty, very feminine way you were perched on that stool. I saw you brush you hair back, and my heart skipped a beat. I saw the way you held you beer, and the way you raised you little finger as you took little lady-like sips from it. I wanted to know you, and said as much to Jake." 

She clears her throat, but was still listening to my tale intently as I continue, 

"When I approached you, I didn't know anything more about you than what I could see, just like you, when you called me 'handsome.' But then you spoke, and I started seeing a pretty, smart, and independent woman I wanted to get to know." I took a second, with her still intently interested, 

"Gilly honey, I just couldn't let you walk out of my life, so I resorted to some cheap theatrics on the sidewalk outside, that I borrowed from the movie The Pelican Brief." I am about to continue when she interrupted me, 

"Michael, you are not intent on 'spinning' me just so you can brag to you friends ... to Jake, are you? If that's what is going on, I would be so disappointed in a guy I am starting to like!" 

"I want to see you and get to know you better. If we have any kind of a relationship, and it reaches that romantic place eventually, I will consider myself very honored, indeed. I am a one-woman man Gilly, and I would be all yours, with nothing to prove to anyone ... least of all, to Jake. I will tell you that we are not doing anything remotely close to that tonight ... it is just too soon, honey. Tonight is just about showing you a good time. I am beginning to like you too!" 

"Michael, I just do not want to end up being some bar room joke between a couple of immature males. I will be through with you forever if that ever happens Michael, and there will be no way for you to ever get me back!" 

"Gilly, I am so sorry you over-heard that remark, and my reaction to it, but I can promise that I do not discuss my sex life in bars with anyone. A gentleman just doesn't do that. I am young, and maybe I don't yet know all of the ins and outs of being a perfect gentlemen, but I know what is, and is not descent behavior regarding women." 

Gillian takes both of my hands and says, 

"Michael, let's spread the blanket out by the bicycle, and just enjoy the lights from the park ... there should be fireworks soon." Her voice is somewhat cool. 

We spread the small blanket, just quietly sitting together. I was careful not to take advantage of the situation, so we just sat quietly, passing little comments back and forth. She let me put my arm around her and she moved closer, but after our semi-contentious talk about barroom language, neither of us wanted to push it too far. She slides her hand down between us and places it lightly on my thigh for a moment. We settle back on our arms to watch the fireworks. 

I turn toward her and can see the reflection from the starbursts in her eyes as she turns and gives me a smile I do not understand. Her smile is asking a question, but I am not sure what it is, as I start to move my face closer to hers. She must be trying to keep herself from going too far after our discussion, and says quietly dropping her smile, 

"Let's watch the fireworks Michael!" 

We settle back and watching the big finally of the light show, and I rise to help my pretty date to her feet. We put the stuff away in the basket, and I re-bungeed it to the carrier behind her seat. I get on first to steady the bike for her to mount. When she is on, she reaches forward as far as she can, puts her arms around my waist, and I feel her resting her head against my back. It is just a momentary gesture as we start to get underway. I take it as just a nonverbal 'thank you' for the evening. 

We seemed to be in no hurry, as we slowly peddle enjoying the cool breeze in our hair. The trip took nearly half an hour back to her dorm. I steady the bike while she gets off, and she offers me the sunglasses back, but I put up on hand telling her, 

"You keep them ... as a sort of souvenir of the evening, Gilly!" 

"Thanks Mike." 

"Did you just call me Mike?" 

"Yes ... but it didn't sound right to me, you will have to continue being 'Michael' to me!" 

"I like the sound of ... continue!" I said hoping to warm thing up. 

I walk her to the door of her dorm building. I am expecting a kiss, but she just kisses her finger and presses it to my lips like before. 

"Goodnight Michael, I had a wonderful time tonight. Don't lose my number!" 

Not knowing what to say to her somewhat cool 'goodnight,' I simply say, 

"I won't ... night Gilly!" 

She giggles, turns and gives me a nice view of her tiny butt as she climbs the stairs. About half way up the stairs, she turns and smiles, and then disappears into the bowels of her dorm building. I ride back to the bicycle rental place with a million thoughts running through my mind about Gilly. 

They have a student working late to take back rentals. She is cute and smiles at me as I retrieve my basket from the bike, pay for the time used on the bike. I drive home still wondering about Gilly's little 'finger kiss' and what that means. 

It could be just her way of handling the always uncomfortable first date 'goodnight' at the door. It could also be that she is still unsure of my intentions toward her. I was hoping that was all! 

I decided that I will wait a week, at least before calling her again! 

(Continue?)



Spinning



"I am really going to do this...Really?!" I say to myself as I am close to pressing the 'Enter' button on the totally black and low tech looking website. The website looks as if it hasn't been updated since the late 90's, but it has written postings from just yesterday. There are no photos except of a brightly colored red door with a curly whip knocker. The picture looks so kitschy that I wonder if it is actually from an artist's imagination and drawn in ink, but no it is a photo. There is a time and date stamp on the photo, it's too small to be seen but it has numbers and a few letters close together in perfect date spacing. There isn't too much writing on the postings. Just a lot of mention of acronyms and mention of a 'scene' and 'play'. It reminds me of theatre class in high school. 

I look thoroughly, scanning my eyes as rapidly as they can go while absorbing information, to find the membership button. I find a contact link instead. I click it and it opens up my email application, I try to read the 'To' email address but it is just a long series of unmemorable numbers. I start to sweat and feel the urge to pee. I take a deep breath and think very hard about what I want to write. I thought that being as honest as possible was the best choice, no matter how pathetic I sound. I poised my hands above my computer keyboard, I freeze and gulp loudly. I close my eyes so tightly shapes dance on the inside of my eyelids. I open them with a newfound determination. I type so fast I feel like my fingers will cramp.

A few days later I received an email from the website. They send me a list of questions and ask me to send a copy of my records (birth certificate and license) to a certain address. The email says that after I send in my records and answer all the questions, then I will be invited to meet with one of the managers of the "club" then a few days later I will be contacted by email and told whether I am accepted into the club or not. Reading all of this makes me feel shaken.

After going through the interview process where a big buff and well spoken older man asked me questions about my intentions, my sexual experiences and if I would be willing to do literally whatever they asked of me. I chose to comply...and I am now a member of Memoria.

I tried to find a nice suit to wear. No blends of fabric for me. Just pure silk. When I looked in the mirror I was proud of my appearance, I actually smiled and winked when I finished styling my hair. A part of me was saying: "You are wearing the wrong thing! Everyone else is going to be casual, you fool!". But, the other part of me was saying: "You are dressed to impress, my man. You'll knock their socks off.". I know I should have met the two sides in the middle, but I wanted an excuse to wear a suit. So here I am with an envelope that says: "Only authorized personnel may open" and now I am standing in front of the famous red door with the curly whip knocker. I close my eyes and knock with my fist as hard as I can, partly because I want to feel a bit of pain on my fist and partly because the knocker looks too fancy to be used. A young man in his late 20s with jeans and a shirt answers the door. He's chewing gum. He's the epitome of casualness. The fucking mascot. I feel sweat trickle down the back of my neck. "The envelope." He demands more than asks. I hand it over as quickly as I can. He opens it and reveals a red and orange ticket that looks a bit like a flame. He holds it up to the light from the street lights and clicks his teeth. "Ok, you're good. He opens the door all the way for me to enter. I step in, trying to act as intrepidly as possible. The room I enter has a desk and has wall to wall red velvet. Reminds me of cake. And a fun house. "Go ahead and enter. Just warning you, it's a bit overwhelming" He says as he returns to the magazine on his desk. I nod at him. I just notice there is someone speaking on a microphone. My nervousness is hitting the roof. I try to swallow all the saliva that has poured into my mouth all of the sudden.

The room is huge, and the ceiling looks like it reaches up to 5 levels. This feels like an indoor arena. But, the real attention grabber is the big roulette-style wheel in the right side of the huge room. But, I notice something strange, instead of numbers, there are words, like "Hogtie", "Fist", "Suck", and "Whip". I have a vague idea of what those could mean and it finally hits me that I don't know if I can handle all of this. 

I consider leaving, but remember all the trouble I made trying to enter this place. I then, notice all the scantily clad men and women in the room. Especially the men. There are all kinds of men, short, tall, black, white, dirty-looking, clean-cut. It doesn't matter. And they are all either naked or wearing some type of codpiece, speedo-looking thing. I look down at myself. I am beyond overdressed. The women however are in normal clothes. T-shirts and jeans like the guy in the entrance, or they are wearing all black bodysuits. But, they are not showing a lot of skin. 

I still find the women absolutely breath-taking and become so anxious at the possibility of what they could do to me. "Hey, you, Fancy-pants, you're next." A woman in a brown leather bodysuit points at me and yells. I point at myself and mouth: "me?". "yeah. You're the only one dressed fancy 'round here" She practically sings the words, her voice sounds so smooth. 

She grabs my arm and takes me in front of the roulette wheel. She picks up a basketball sized ball and holds it in her hands. "This is our turn. Then we go into one of the rooms." She says not looking at me, but instead at the wheel. "But wha-" "I didn't ask you to talk!" She yells at me, with anger in her eyes, as if she were having the most painful menstrual cramps of her life. I nod. "Here we go" She whispers to herself, as another women spins the wheel. She drops the ball. "First spin!" The wheel-spinning woman yells. The ball falls on "All holes". My woman claps and smiles. "Woooooooo" She howls. The wheel-spinning women spins the wheel again. "Second spin!" She proclaims. After a few seconds of the wheel spinning, she drops the ball into the wheel. 

She looks so eager, it makes me happy for her. The ball lands on "B and G". Boy and Girl? I am guessing. I want to ask what does that mean, but I am don't want to be yelled at again, and I also have a feeling I am about to find out what that means very soon. "Time to go, Scumbag." She grabs my arm and leads me to a room with the walls painted black and the floor in white and black tiles. There is a sort of padded table in the middle of the room. It is very obvious what that is for. I draw my lips tight, from fear and excitement. I notice in the corner of the room, there is some tape, rope, a ball gag, and a...strap on?. 

My woman pushes me on the table. I am taken by surprise so I fall back easily. "Be gooooood" She purrs. She takes my jacket off. I am happy to oblige. She undoes the buttons on my shirt. I fight the urge to sigh in satisfaction. she takes off my pants, socks and shoes and then sets all my clothes to the side of the room where they can remain unsullied. She walks over to the corner of the room and grabs the strap on, she puts it on slowly. She doesn't even look my way once. She walks over to me, her heels clicking with each step. "Get on your knees" She instructs. I open my mouth to say something, but she puts her hand on my mouth and shakes her head. "Remember what I said about being good." I nod as she lifts her hand from my mouth. I go down to my knees, my bare knees touching the cold floor. I feel amazingly vulnerable in only my underwear. I feel myself getting hard. She steps in front of me and I am face to face with the head of the strap on. It looks daunting and I am not sure what to do now. "Kiss it" She order. I kiss the tip, as gently and kindly as I can. "Not like it is an old family member coming into town for a week. GO HARD!" She says, probably trying to hide her frustration. I start to pretty much make out with the strap on. I then slide it into my mouth. "Good" She finally praises me. I try to slide in as much as I can. I move it in and out. Then I grab the side of her thighs. "Hands off. I didn't say you could touch me!" She removes my hands. 

"As a matter of fact..." She says and walks off to the corner of the room. She grabs some rope. "Bend over the table." She says. I do so. "Cross your wrists behind you." I do so. She wraps the rope around my wrists tightening the rope. I grunt a little. It feels very very tight. "Awww, does that hurt?" She mocks. She finishes tying my wrists and tells me to go back to my knees. I go back and she sticks the strap on into my mouth. I take it in so far, my throat makes choking noises. I look up at her face, she closes her eyes and smiles. If my wrists weren't tied behind me I would be stroking myself. I lick the sides and the tip of her cock taking turns. I pull back and take a breath. I look down at the floor, a pool of my own drool has collected on the floor. I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed. A mix of both, I guess. I fight the urge to smile. 

"That is good enough as a warm up." She says and helps me to my feet. I am pretty sure that is the only kindness I will be granted. "Bend over the table" She requests. I bend over as slowly and seductively as I can knowing that she is watching. She walks over to the corner of the room. She grabs the tape and sets it on the side of the table. She pulls down my underwear. I move my feet so she can set it with my other clothes. I am fully naked and fully vulnerable...and fully hard. I hear the sound of the duct tape strips. "Are you going to-mmmph" I try to ask, but she puts a strip of tape over my lips. I know I should have seen that coming but, I didn't expect her to do it so soon. She adds 2 or 3 more stips of duct tape on top of that on my mouth. 

"Try to say something now, Slut" She says before she slaps my ass. "Well, you lubed up my cock very nicely. How about I reward you now?" She asks, I can tell she is smiling. She grabs the back of my thighs and spreads them farther. I can feel my asshole pucker at how free it feels. She teases me by moving the tip of her cock around in circles around my asshole. I moan a little bit, trying not to but not being able to help it. She then slides her cock in slowly. I moan in pleasure and pain mixing together perfectly. I am so satisfied I could cry. I close my eyes so hard and feel the sweat go past my brows and onto my cheeks. She pulls out just as slowly as she went in. I clench my fists. "You've been thinking about this since you saw me haven't you." She says, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Mmmph mmmm" I try to say yes, but my words come out funny from the tape. 

She goes at it harder and harder with each passing minute. I feel my breathing get harder. She moves her hands to the side of my torso, getting a better grip on me so she can thrust slower now. As she plunges into me, I look over my shoulder and see her in a state of ecstasy herself. I feel like I could cum any moment. My moaning gets louder as she goes even deeper. She can tell I am on the edge and flips me around. She then jerks my cock, up and down making sure to grip as firmly as she can, using her spit as lubricant, as I did on her cock. I struggle a tad as I am about to cum. The stream of semen hits my chest and chin, and I moan hard through the gag. After a few moments, I open my eyes and look down at my woman, she smiles at me looking into my eyes. That is all I wanted.



Spinning Around



Gary could here that Kylie was just starting her last song of the concert out on stage so he decided to sneak into her dressing room and have a look around before she finished. He opened the door to her dressing room slowly while he checked that no-one was watching him, he walked cautiously inside checking to make sure that her personal assistant wasn't in there. The coast was clear so he closed the door and started to walk around her room .He had always been a big Kylie fan, and not just because of her music, he couldn't imagine a woman with a more perfect body and now he was stood in her dressing room. 

He couldn't contain himself any longer and he opened her wardrobe, it was full of stylish clothes from the likes Gucci and Prada and at one end was a very special item of clothing that he'd never dreamed he would ever see, Kylie's famous hot pants from the video to Spinning Around. Without hesitation he ripped them off the hanger and put them into his pocket as a memento of his visit. In all his excitement he didn't realise that the show on stage had finished, and suddenly he heard voices outside. "Oh shit the concert must have finished" he said to himself, as he desperately looked for a place to hide. Just as the door opened he jumped inside the wardrobe. Kylie walked into the room and shut the door behind her, she stripped off her tight blue jump-suit that she had worn for her final performance leaving her completely nude. 

Gary was dumbstruck at the sight of Kylie's naked body, which was even more perfect than he had ever dreamed. He was so amazed that for a split second he didn't notice the massive bulge developing in his trousers. Kylie was oblivious to all this and decided that she was going to unwind after the concert in the same way that she always did, she sat on her bed and reached over to her dresser and opened the draw. Gary couldn't work out what she was doing until he saw her pull a 9-inch black dildo out. Oh my god he thought I'm going to watch Kylie fuck herself. The massive hard-on that he was developing was getting really uncomfortable as it tried to split his jeans. Ah fuck it he thought and he pulled out his cock and started to wank as fast as he could. 

Kylie was busy thrusting the huge artificial cock in and out of her pussy when she noticed a strange sound coming from her cupboard. She pulled the dildo out of her soaking wet pussy and walked over to the wardrobe and opened the doors to see a man desperately tugging on his massive member, he seemed so engrossed in what he was doing that he hadn't noticed her. "Excuse me what do you think you're doing," she said. "Oh shit" replied Gary "Its not what it looks like."

"I hope it is what it looks like because I really need a big hard cock like yours. Gary couldn't believe what he was hearing "you mean…" "I'll show you exactly what I mean," said Kylie as she knelt down and took his cock in her hand and began pumping slowly up and down. " I must have died and gone to heaven" he said to no-one in particular as the Australian temptress pulled his cock closer and closer to her lips, then she opened her mouth and enveloped his cock in liquid heat. 

All Gary could manage to do was stand upright as she swirled her tongue around his cock. He rested his hands on her bobbing head and forced her further and further down his ten and a half-inch rod. Kylie resisted the urge to gag and swallowed his cock into her throat. "Oh my god yes" said Gary as he doubled over in sheer pleasure. Kylie knew that he was about to blow his load so she slid his cock out of her throat and began to lick the sensitive underside of his throbbing member. "Kylie stop I'm gonna cum" said Gary as she slurped her saliva off his shaft. It was all to much for him and he shot his load, covering her face and tits with cum, Kylie desperately tried to catch as much of it in her mouth as she could but there was far too much for her to swallow and it started to dribble down her chin onto her chest. Kylie started to collect the cum off her chest and face and lick it off her fingers. This was enough to start Gary's cock on the road to recovery. 

Once Kylie had finished cleaning herself off she walked over to the bed and lay down. Gary knew what she wanted and followed her over to the bed his raging member leading the way. "Come here and fuck my cunt" she said in the sluttiest voice Gary had ever heard he didn't need a second invitation and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and without warning he buried his massive tool in her soaking wet snatch.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck my cunt" screamed Kylie as he pushed his cock in and out of the tightest pussy he'd ever had the pleasure to fuck. "Have you ever been fucked before?" said Gary "Never like this" Kylie moaned back. He was getting close to cumming and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer but Kylie was beginning to get really worked up she was arching her back and forcing herself further and further down his cock with each stroke. A few seconds later Kylie came to an amazing climax, her pussy spasmed around his cock as her juices flowed. This sent Gary over the edge as well and he shot his load for the second time that night deep into Kylie's cunt. 

It was a few minutes before either of them had got they're breathe back enough to speak. "That was fucking amazing" murmured Kylie. "Is there anything else you wanted to do" she asked. Well there was one more thing but I don't think you'd want to" he said reluctantly. "Why don't you try me, I'm not that innocent" she replied. "Well I'd really like to fuck your ass" he said in a hopeful voice. "Well why not that would really complete the night for me" said Kylie who loved getting fucked up the ass. She climbed up the bed and piled up some pillows to rest her head on and pushed her pert ass into the air ready for a good hard fucking. Gary couldn't believe what he was about to do, he pushed his cock into her still sopping cunt for some lubrication. "Have you ever let a man fuck you like this before" he asked "yeah but never a man with such a big cock" she replied. 

He placed his cock at the entrance to her ass, and picked up the dildo she'd been using earlier turned on the vibration and shoved it all into her pussy, this made her want his cock in her ass even more. He decided it was time and he started to force the end of his cock into her hot ass. She screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain as the widest part of his rod pushed past her sphincter. He knew that the worst part of the pain was past so he continued until his cock was in her ass to the balls. 

"Are you alright" he asked, she experimentally worked her ass muscles around his member and got used to its immense length and width. "Go ahead and fuck my ass" she said. Gary could feel the vibrations of the dildo in her pussy through the thin veil of skin separating her cunt from her ass, as he gradually began to slide his prick slowly in and out of the greatest ass in music. Kylie was moaning, as the pleasure became more physical than psychological " you call that fucking," she said "fuck me harder," he obliged and began ramming his cock in and out of ass as quickly as he could, it was much tighter than her pussy and he knew that soon he would cum inside Kylie for the second time. 

The sensations in her ass and pussy were to much for her and she came with a huge scream of pleasure that she had never felt before, this sent Gary into what felt like the biggest orgasm of his life as he shot wad after wad of steaming hot cum into Kylie's perfect ass. After they'd both calmed down Gary collected his up his clothes from around the room as he picked up his trousers Kylie's hot pants fell out of the pocket, "Do you mind if I keep them" he asked "Yeah you've earned them" said Kylie as she wrapped a towel around herself and walked him to the door. He stepped out into the corridor and turned to say goodbye, Kylie handed him a card with her number on and said "If you'd like a repeat performance call me."



Spinning Out



I can feel the music pounding through me tonight. My heart is a drum beating a rhythm of passion as DJs spin out songs of lust, love and revenge. I've just moved here and I've come to this club alone. New to this strange place I know no one, but under the influence of beats and rhythms, all barriers are cast aside. We are as one. Someone's watching, someone's touching. A girl's voice whispers seductively through the song, swaying to the music, I close my eyes and smile my secret smile as I imagine secret fingers touching me. Feeling my warm flesh through my short silver dress. Stroking my legs, touching the warm leather of my red thigh boots. My chocolate eyes glinting with an amount of mischief that would make The Grinch seem like an angel.

Something makes me look up. A presence, a sensation that tickles my body, like an external entity attempting to enter my mind and read all my secrets. I look around, seeking that stranger, and I see you, leaning against the wall. Your eyes move on as soon as I notice you; I watch you shuffle and play with your empty glass as an outrageous yellow light glows on you. Still dancing abstractedly, my eyes trickle down your body, over wide chest, slim hips, back up to your face. I smile at you, wishing that I could catch your attention. The music strips to a bare beat and my movements follow suit, my hands now move sinuously and my hips snaking rather than slinking, my eyes inviting, rather than flirtatious. I am dancing for you.

I will you to see me, my curves, my skin, and my flesh. In my dream I'm a snake woman, weaving a mating dance around you. Smoothing my body over yours, rubbing my hands against your chest, pressing your thigh between my legs, to anoint you with my scent. My nipples, colored with ochre, are tight and aching as they brush over you. In my dream, I'm lying there in front of you, playing with my pussy, making myself cum in front of you. My legs spread apart, my fingers two then three sliding in and out of me, stretching myself for you. I imagine you reaching for me and dragging me roughly against you, then placing your cock at my pussy entrance, thrusting yourself into me. Then you stand back and watch me crawl between your legs to take your hard cock between my lips, and swallow you. Whole. Still gyrating I'm lost in my own thoughts as my hands echo my body's need by creeping downward to the hem of my dress, seeking an aching pussy that wants relief.

I float up out of my fantasy when spears of pleasure pierce me as warm hands support my breasts. Thumbs and fingers twisting and rolling my nipples through the soft fabric. Too sexually charged to pull away, I go soft with desire and let my head drop back. You fall into my sight, I can only see your blue eyes glinting despite the dark lights of the club. You pinch my tender nipples, sending another surge of pleasure through me. My eyes flutter shut and my lips part - soft and full. My body moves slower, as if savoring your touch, your presence, and for but a moment the music is muted. The people around me transcend a different plane, a different level slowed down. Only the sensation of your body against mine, holds me to reality.

Then your lips kiss me hard.

Suddenly everything comes back to life - all one level, the animalistic beat, people dancing, the smell of sweat, smoke and sex. My hips and hands are spurred back into action, my soul leaps, alive - thrumming with need. My body helpless, only responding on my most basic instincts. My lips respond to yours, parting for you, my tongue parrying with yours. Your hands stroking my breasts roughly, pinching, manhandling them, knowing that tonight I want you rough, hard and demanding. Kissing me, plying my lips with your tongue, feeling your sharp teeth bite on my lower lip. Your hands moving from my breasts down my body in slow, rubbing, seductive circles. Every upwards stroke dragging the soft silver cloth upwards to reveal my treasure to any avid eyes watching.

You tease too much, I think, and I take the initiative by taking your hand and move it down the last few inches. I can feel your chest expand against my back, as you take a sharp breath. With delight or shock? As your hand moves over my pussy to find bare wet lips. I want to kiss you again and I twist slightly, my arm reaching up, gripping the back of your neck as I pull your lips down onto mine.

Kissing me back, your hands set forth on their new exploration. My body stretches and arches helplessly as I feel your fingers part my pussy lips, brushing over my clit to dip into my pussy hole. Then, holding your hand still against my pussy, my movements guided by music, I rub my clit against your thumb, the tip of your finger inside my pussy hole.

My fingers reach behind me to stroke my palm over your erection. Up and down, slowly, squeezing gently. Mmm so thick and long, and oh so hot. I want to feel it in my pussy, fucking me, splitting me in two with its thickness, stretching me. Ohh! The thought makes me wetter still! I run my fingers back up, slipping under your jumper and down your slacks. I feel like I'm releasing something so very delicious as I reach in, under the hot silk, to curl my soft fingers around you. I swallow your groan as I stroke you, feel you pulse and harden even more in my hand. It feels so good. I know it would feel even better in my pussy, as my tush presses closer to you, like a bitch on heat, demanding your cock.

Your arm tightens its hold around me tightly as your finger dipping has become finger fucking, taking control of my body, your thumb dancing a demonic beat on my clit, driving me closer to the top. I hear you whisper hoarsely as you lick the delicate shell of my ear, attacking the last of my weakest spots: "Cum for me! Cum in front of all these people! You look so hot I want to eat you! Fuck you. Invade that tight pussy I'm finger fucking with my thick hard cock! Cum for me now!' Then you bite hard on my earlobe, and pinch my clit. I scream your name as I cum, the pain and pleasure intertwining, pulsating through me like a living fire. Your lips latch onto my mouth, swallowing each scream, each moan, as my pussy clenches and gushes juices all over your finger, running down my thighs, dampening the red leather. Groaning, you turn me around, forcing me to let go of your cock. And for the first time I have a decent look at you.

Your dimple shows as you smile, your eyes lit with that male satisfaction of making me come hard. You bring your fingers glistening with my juices up for a taste. I lick the base of your fingers, watching you suck on your fingers flavored with my juices, your eyes shutter briefly before opening and looking at me with possibly even more passion. You kiss me again, pulling me hard against you. Dancing, and grinding, my hand slipping to the buttons on your fly, I whisper, "fuck me here on the dance floor."

As I undo each button, freeing your cock, the thought of fucking in front of all these people excites me. But the anticipation of being fucked by you excites me the most, as I rub-slide my leg upwards over your leg, opening my body to you. Your cock rubs against my pussy slit, driving me even more with madness. "Mmm baby! Fill me up with your cock, make me cum here on the dance floor. I beg you." You move around so that your tip rests against my pussy hole and with one instinctive push, you drive yourself into me to the hilt. I moan loudly and bite on your shoulder, to stifle my scream. I hear your sympathetic moan as you hold my head, your lips worrying my neck while your hand grips my butt cheek.

"Are you okay?" you whisper, sitting in the eye of the storm, our passions put on hold as we caress each other gently. "Wonderful," I manage to whisper, my pussy tentatively gripping you, experimenting with its new toy.

"Oh that feels so sexy, baby," you groan breathlessly, as you flex your cock inside me, tickling me, once again heating my blood.

Suddenly our space is invaded when an overactive dancer bumps you. We look up and through our passion-theme minds we register that the star DJ is spinning, exciting the dancers to a frenzy as they push and shove closer. Another person pushes you, causing you to nudge your cock deeper in me, bringing us spiraling back to our sexes that are enmeshed with each other. You smile evilly, looking into my eyes, and the dancers continue to push you into me with their movements. It's wonderful, almost like they are partaking in our sexual act, encouraging us to shag hard and fast to the beat of the DJ's music, to the beat of our heart beats.

The music cuts away leaving only a core beat, made to be fucked with. You look into my eyes, and I know this is the moment. Just as you slowly pull back, dragging your cock out of my tight pussy, the music climaxes and awakens, and you slam into me. I scream with excitement and the dancers echo my delight. My pussy tightens, squeezing you in its hot cave. My leg curls around you as your hand supports my thigh, using it as leverage to pull me onto your cock. I move with you, arching my back, thrusting my hips forward, as you push your pelvis against mine. 

"Oh yes! That feels so amazing!" are my last thoughts as my mind explodes. I can barely stand up straight, so intense is the feeling of your cock invading my pussy. Your hips thrust faster, your shaft, wet with my juices, rubs my engorged clit. My hands hold onto your neck supporting my weak body. I look down: between my breasts I can see your cock sliding in and out of me, wet and so delicious in the disco light. Pulling me back up, so your shaft rubs my clit again, you move faster, our body concentrating on that beat: in and out, back and forth, squeeze and release. You go back to sucking on my ear, whispering dirty words, driving me to the very edge of my orgasm.

"Oh yes! God! I'm going to flood your pussy Baby! Ooh Yeah! Squeeze me! Your cunt is so tight! I love fucking it! I'm cumming! Ooh Yeah! Here it Cums! AHH! AHH YEAH!" Your sexy mutterings filter through my sex-hazed mind. The thought of you filling my pussy with your cream here on the dance floor, surrounded by millions of dancers sends me over the edge too.

"Ahh, Oh God! Please! I'm cumming! Ooh I love your cock! Fuck me Baby, oh fuck me! Ohh Ohh Ohh! You feel soo good! Please!" I whimper achingly, as my pussy trembles around your still hard cock.

Groaning, your lips seek mine and your hips drive into me even harder; faster than the rhythm being spun. I can feel you jerk and your warm cum cover the walls of my pussy. I squeeze you reflectively as you cum, milking your spurting cock. I hear your groans turn into moans as your body shudders against mine with aftershock. I whimper and kiss you lovingly, our bodies still adjoined. Your hands move to cup my ass under my dress, holding me close as you kiss me arduously. Your cock tip still in my pussy, waiting to push back in. My pussy still twitching from my orgasm, luring it in with the promise of heat, wetness and pleasure.

As reality trickles into our corner, I briefly let go of your warm body to tug my dress back into place, then smile at you as I move back into your arms. I look up into your eyes and cheekily in your ear speak, "In another time, another place I would have got down on my knees and licked you clean and then some more." I can feel your chest vibrate against mine as you chuckle. I shiver with excitement as you whisper back:

"We'll have to try that, and a few other things." 

Kissing my swollen lips once more, as you take my hand, and guide me out of the club.

As we walk past the DJ booth, I notice the star DJ looking at me, grin widely, he gives me a thumbs-up. I smile back, expressing my thanks, because I've just had the best sex, to the best soundtrack a girl could possible dream of.



Spinning the Wheel



It started with a kiss. Actually, it started before the kiss, as they stood staring up at the lighted wheel above them moving on its rotation. Around them, carnies barked invitations to throw darts and balls, and the smell of fried dough was pervasive.

"I don't think I can go up", he said hesitantly. "I don't really do heights."

"If you go for a ride with me", she said, with an angular look and a twinkle in her eye, "I'll make it worth your while. You won't even think about the height."

Still he stood there looking up. He hadn't decided yet. The wheel turned. The lights flashed on the Ferris wheel, and the line grew longer. It was Friday night, and the fair was in full swing. She faced him, and gently taking his hand in hers, raised it to her mouth. She kissed the back of his hand, turned it over to kiss his palm, and slid his forefinger into her mouth. She swirled it around with her tongue, feeling the texture of his fingertip. He caved in. In two minutes, they had tickets and were standing in line.

The line was long, and the crowd crushed forward as the cars were emptied and refilled. He was standing behind her, and she could feel his hips rock against her back as the people behind him moved up. He had his arms around her shoulders and was standing close enough to brush his groin against her. She leaned back into him, and swayed her hips slightly. He chuckled into her ear. She brushed her cheek against his.

When they reached the front of the line, he paused. Smiling, she took his hand and led him into the car. Sitting down facing each other, she took his hand into her own. As the wheel moved and they began to rise, she slowly raised his hand to her lips. One by one, she placed each of his fingers into her mouth, loving it with her tongue. Transfixed, he watched the fingers disappear into her mouth. Her eyes caught his, and he felt a rush of excitement rise up the back of his neck.

The car rose higher. They were nearly at the top, and the lights of the fair were spread below them. The adult rides were in a different section of the fairgrounds, and she could see the whirling machines working at full tilt, and hundreds of people walking around the adjacent midway. Now was the time to act, before he started thinking about the height. Smoothly, she moved over to his side of the car. The weight adjustment caused the car to lean back. His face paled slightly, but she held his eyes with her own. She looked into them, just looked, but he saw a promise behind her eyes.

He stared into them, dark green and deep. There was a lot to discover in those eyes. 

"I told you that I would make it worth your while", she said seriously.

"Yes, you did", he noted, as his head moved toward hers.

"Well, I will", she said. She felt herself drawn to him, and made gentle contact with his lips. His lips were warm. The kiss was not forceful, but inviting, and she felt herself pressing forward to open his lips with her tongue. He tasted salty and sweet; of sausage and fried dough. She leaned into him as his arms went around her. They paused as the Ferris wheel came back around the bottom again to repeat its ascent. 

As the car rose, their lips met once more in a passionate tangle. The lights and sounds slipped into the background as he weaved his hands into her hair, and she rested her hands upon his chest. The car lurched, and he barely noticed. The car stopped at the top of the circle, and she pulled away, lungs heaving. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes glowing in the flashing lights.

"The car stopped", she observed.

"It did", he said, not caring any more about heights or falling or nausea. He just wanted to smell her hair again and feel her lips and body against him.

"I know why the car stopped", she said, with a mischievous glint.

"Why?" 

"Because I slipped the operator a $50 when we got on."

A slow smile overtook his face as he realized what she was saying. She leaned in again to kiss him gently. Her hand fell from his chest to his groin, and stroked it softly. The erection he had felt in line began to grow again, tight against his jeans. She continued to stroke and kiss him, the pressure increasing. He let out a small groan. She smiled.

"Well, I only bought about 10 minutes, so I'd better get moving."

She slipped down onto her knees in the dimly lit car. Running her hands over his jean clad thighs, she stroked his bulge and unzipped his fly with impatient fingers. He lifted his ass quickly, as she freed his penis and pushed his pants down to his ankles. He gasped as his hard on hit the cool night air, and leaned his head against the seat back. He gasped again as he felt her take him in her hand.

Her hands were warm and soft, alternating pressure with release. She surrounded the head and used both hands in a swirling pattern around his shaft. His nerves were jumpy, he didn't know where her hands would be next, and the anticipation was killing him. His breathing came more quickly. At last, she leaned forward, and kissed his cock. She opened her mouth to invite him inside, and circled his cock head with her tongue, warm and sweet. She felt around the head, found the magic nerve, and began stroking it forcefully, while continuing to squeeze the base of his shaft with her hand. She heard his breathing quicken. He was close.

She turned her attention to his length, and devoured him. No more teasing. No more playing. In and out, up and down, faster and faster she sucked him. She buried her face against his balls and sucked harder with each stroke, like a vacuum cleaner with multiple settings. Her hands encircled his bare ass and she pulled him closer to her mouth. His arms, which had rested on the back of the car seat, fell beside him, and he felt his fingers entangle in her hair, as they had done only a few minutes ago. Except this time, his hands pulled her head toward his hips, falling into rhythm with her ministrations. The car rocked back and forth as he fucked her face.

Pumping harder, faster, his head came up and he watched his cock disappear and reappear in her mouth. He groaned, not caring if any of the other passengers in nearby cars could hear him. He groaned again. She could hear his breathing, felt his balls tighten, and he exploded in her mouth. She stopped her motion to focus on sucking him down. Every last drop of cum she swallowed and she licked his head for good measure. 

Smiling, she sat back, resting her head on his knee. She giggled. He caressed her cheek and hair with the palm of his hand. Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch.

"Bet that's not quite what you expected, huh?", she asked.

"A little more than I expected", he said, dryly. 

They reassembled clothes and returned to their positions as the Ferris wheel began to turn again, with a lurch. Smiling conspiratorially at the operator, they waved a goodbye and jumped off the platform holding hands. As they walked, arms around each other, toward Gate 7 and the car, he asked, very seriously;

"So, do you have any fears you need getting over? I know a good oral therapist."

She laughed, and kissed him, and said, "I'll get back to you on that. Maybe next Saturday night."

The End