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The Crush

By: victoriawhita



He had told himself over and over it was only a crush. He had thought he'd managed to forget her after not seeing her for months, but then the one year reunion came. 

The airline was paying for their travel from wherever they were to get together and talk with counselors and each other. What would he say in front of the group? What would he say to her? Was he the only one still dreaming about the flames? Was he the only one needing to talk about what happened but wanting to run away at the same time? He'd heard a trauma like this could permanently scar someone emotionally. What if she didn't have room in her life for him? What if she didn't even notice him? What if she did? Is that what he wanted?

He changed his mind over and over about whether to attend or not. In the end he knew that he would go and it hadn't ever really been a question. He sent in his reservation and received his ticket promptly. In the packet he also received, he saw that there was an Internet site set up for them to check in for information and places they could submit their own stories. 

He checked the attendance list every day for her name. It never appeared. Had he remembered it correctly? He knew he did. He'd wished for her every day since then. Victoria Whita! They'd met after their lives had been changed forever, although he'd noticed her on the plane across the aisle and wanted to run his fingers through her long hair. So, she wasn't going to be there. He still needed to go. 

He could have chosen the train, as they would have paid for that too. He wanted to fly again, to prove that although his life was turned upside down, the memories wouldn't take over his life. His first class seats didn't help ease the rerun of memories in his mind each time the plane hit turbulence, and he gripped the seat. 

Thinking of Victoria would distract him. They had all been assigned a special ward of the hospital where they were all taken. Some died, some lived, some scarred outside, but all carried scars inside. She had grieved the trauma differently than he. She wore her pain on her face, in the bend of her shoulders, and in the lack of care she took for her appearance. He hid his pain behind his smiles, behind the neatly shaven face. She let out her tears with others, clinging to them, needing a life line to bring sense to the pain. He had only let out his tears when the bandage on his leg wound was changed, and at night when he woke up in a sweat of memories. She had started reaching out and helping others on her good days, but he'd remained distant.

He wanted to be strong for her. He approached her while she was staring out the window into the sky. She hadn't looked at him, but they'd talked casually. After that day he was drawn to her. Drawn to her personality, to her beauty. He was drawn too by the desire to make her smile.

His leg was healing. He was only walking with a cane but no permanent damage was predicted. Her legs were fine and she sometimes helped him stand after they talked. He couldn't stay away and they talked every day. Her burns were healing. The burns covered her right hand, arm and up to her right cheek. She didn't talk about it, but he'd asked the nurse and found out part of her hair had also been on fire and so she'd had her whole scalp shaved. The hair was growing back, but the curve of her head still obvious.

He'd felt a stirring of lust for her when he'd seen her happy and smiling across the plane, and had wondered about her. Now even with her scars she stirred lust in him, but now it was so much more. He wanted to be with her every minute. He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to rescue this beauty from the tragedy they'd experienced together. He wanted her to be his own beauty.

He could picture her now with the long hair before everything had changed. Mostly he could picture her as she was when he developed this crush on her, with the scars and spiked hair. Together they'd found some peace. Each day opening up more to each other, each day looking more into each others eyes and less time staring at the sky. 

His eyes were drawn to the sky outside the plane now. They'd fallen from the sky. They should have all been dead. At the time he believed that maybe he and Victoria had been saved for each other. Now he just told himself it was a crush, an emotional reaction to an intense experience. 

The plane ride ended inconsequentially, but he was still emotionally spent. They were all to stay at the same hotel, and meet in the morning. He signed in and spent the evening watching mindless television, not allowing himself to think about reality. 

He moved on with his life after leaving Victoria, after leaving the hospital. He'd been a fifth grade teacher but they had already found an alternate teacher for his class. He knew he needed a job with less emotional output daily, and found a job as a librarian in a small library. Some friends didn't understand the changes happening in him, and they'd drifted apart. Some friends stayed with him. He'd still used a cane the last time he saw Victoria but now he walked without a limp. 

The sleeping pills kept him asleep until his alarm clock awoke him. He wasn't ready to meet anyone and ordered room service for breakfast. It was only a crush. He told himself for the tenth times that morning. He'd come this whole way and wanted to open himself up for healing, but could feel his walls going up as the time to meet everyone approached.

The day before he left the hospital he'd told her how he felt about her. He had held her hand, rubbed his fingers over the scarred skin of her cheek. That day he'd fancied himself in love with her. His love for her seemed to give him life, and a desire to live. His declaration proved the opposite for Victoria and she'd cried and pulled away from him. She seemed to regress to the depression she was in right after arrival to the hospital. He hadn't seen her since.

The depression and exhileration that comes after a plane crash. The emotions that are uncontrollable after viewing intensely the fragility of life. The screams that come from seeing your skin on fire. They were in the back of the plane that had crashed to the earth nose first, they had been the lucky ones, the newspaper said. 

For a time he'd felt lucky. It had been the plane crash that had brought Victoria to him, that had shown him love. Now he hated that he'd been trapped in that air space. He hated what the crash had done to Victoria, and how it had taken the lives of so many. Maybe after a year he could put away this hate, and these dreams, and get back to living. Did he remember what living was? It was so long ago.

He forced himself out the door to the lobby. He stood on the edge of the crowd as others talked, even hugged. It was like a high-school reunion, only they were all different ages. One older woman was crying already. He picked out familiar faces. Steve had been his roommate at the hospital, and was still in a wheelchair. They'd stayed in touch and it would be good to see him. Joyce the nurse had been invited and was hugging everyone. Salome was memorable because of how she'd organized social events in the hospital and cheered them up even though her hand was burned and bandaged. 

They were told to move to the conference room. It was only then that he saw Victoria, and he almost turned to run. The emotions flooded back. He still knew the sound of her laughter because he had made her laugh. He remembered his arms around her when she'd cried in agony from the memories. He had cried with her that time, not for himself but for her. 

This changed everything. He couldn't be open without letting his emotions get out of control, so he would sit in the back and not participate. He was here for the free flight, that was it. He followed the group in.

The formal part was first. The president of the airline was there to give them all a bravery plaque. He hadn't been brave. He'd just survived. Where was the honor in surviving one day after the other? He watched Victoria receive hers. She seemed changed from when he'd seen her last. He was grateful she'd found some happiness. She seemed casual and peaceful.

Then they moved their chairs to a circle and two counselors started them talking about the experience. Tears started immediately as they spoke of what they remembered of the crash. It was a year later but memories were vivid. It was a year later but emotions were raw. He didn't participate, but he couldn't make himself leave either.

Lunch was served. The topic for the afternoon would be how life had changed since the crash. The crash had changed him, but he didn't think he could put into words how. The crush had changed him and he decided then that he wouldn't admit ever again that he'd been in love. It had only been a crush.

Everyone but he seemed eager to talk with each other. He talked to Steve, purposely avoiding Victoria. He walked out to eat on his own. He didn't want to return for the afternoon but his legs walked him back. 

Victoria walked towards him as he walked in the door. He didn't want to look into her eyes again. It was easier to convince himself of his crush if she wasn't close by. 

"Hello Richard." She spoke and looked like she was going to hug him.

She must have had great plastic surgery because the scarring was a lot less. Her hair was short but cut in a cute bob. The skin on her hand rough but healed as he took her hand instead of hugging her.

"Hi Victoria. I didn't see your name on the list so I thought you wouldn't be here," he was curious as to her presence, and felt he deserved an explanation since her arrival was now playing on his emotions.

"I live here." She laughed at herself, and his heart felt like it was cracking as he fell in love with her laugh again. "I don't live here. I mean I live in this town so I'm not staying at the hotel, so they probably forgot to include me on the list." He wished he'd thought of it before so he could have prepared himself emotionally.

"That makes sense. I'm glad to see that you healed so well. Doesn't everyone look great?" He tried to take the attention off of them back to the meeting.

"I'm enjoying being back with everyone, but it's you I want to talk to mostly. Can we meet afterwards?" 

"Victoria, I don't think we have anything left to say. Let's just forget it. It's been good to see you again. Excuse me." He knew he had been rude but he had to get away from her. He took a seat next to Steve and talked to him. He tried to appear casual and confidant as the group time started.

Most everyone had similar underlying experiences. Dreams of screams and of fire, family members that expected healing too quickly, avoidance of flying, uncontrollable emotions, bursting out sometimes for no real reason. Everyone also had their own unique stories of their own injuries, their own struggles with jobs, ex-boyfriends, depression, drugs, new lives.

When it came to his turn he told them he didn't want to share. Then it was Victoria's turn. She remembered the hard days in the hospital, her pain and her sadness. Then she spoke of a friend who helped her through the sadness.

"He was grieving and in his own pain but he reached out to me. We talked every day. He was the only one that could make me smile and laugh at first. He held my hand. He touched my ugly scarred skin, and said that I was beautiful." Her tears started flowing out with her words, and he wondered if she'd be able to finish. He leaned forward in his seat putting his head between his hands, pursing his lips together. He had no idea what she was going to say.

"He told me he loved me, but he left the hospital before he knew how I felt. I also left the hospital, and just returned for skin grafts, and plastic surgery mostly just on an outpatient basis. I felt ugly and unlovable. I hated looking at myself in the mirror, and thought maybe that man had just felt sorry for me. But over the next months I stepped back into life with old and new friends. I started work full time about six months ago. I find myself much more contemplative and looking at life with new eyes. I've also thought of that man many times. I've thought of how he looked past my imperfections. I thought of how in the hospital all those facades we wear with each other were torn down. We were all so real together. We all had ugliness in our spirits and bodies during that time, but we were united in our pain." She stopped for a moment, pulling more Kleenex from the box, and blowing loudly. She was putting words to how he felt.

"I've dreamed those dreams of terror that I've heard many of you talking about, and to add to my terror of past memories I also now live wondering if through my own fear if I've lost that man that I knew in the hospital. He has no doubt moved on to love another, but I wished many times this last year that he was by my side for I think I fell in love with him in that hospital. I could talk to him for hours, and he saw something beautiful in me when I was ugly." 

The room was quiet. Richard felt his emotions soaring. He wanted to jump up and pull Victoria in his arms. Had he just imagined those words? He needed time to sort through all he was thinking and feeling. He glanced at Steve who was grinning at him. Maybe he hadn't made it up.

Out of respect to everyone else's sharing he listened quietly watching Victoria. She didn't look at him, and her tears were somewhat under control. Everyone got a chance to share that wanted to. Emotionally spent now the crowd was much quieter and calmer. 

"Victoria, Can I talk to you." She had opened wide the door that she'd closed a year ago, and he wanted to walk through it.

She smiled, "Of course."

They moved out of the room, finding comfortable chairs in a quiet place in the corner of the lobby. "Did you mean what you said in there?" He asked.

"Every word! I've had a whole year to think about it." She was smiling at him because he'd been smiling. When he didn't answer right away, she stopped smiling and took his hand. "Richard, maybe you've realized in the last year that you didn't really love me, or maybe you love someone else now. That's okay. I want you to be happy. I'm not asking for love or a commitment. I was just asking for the opportunity to tell you how important you are to me. I wanted you to see that I'm much better now and you are a big part of that. Thank you."

Now Richard couldn't hold the tears anymore that he'd held in all day. This beautiful woman he'd fallen in love with a year ago was happy, and even in love with him. The best he'd imagined from the weekend was healing from some emotional scars and the chance to move on. Now he was being offered so much more.

"Victoria, I never stopped thinking about you, all year. I told myself every day that you were just a crush and I'd get over you but it never changed. I still love you." He knew the words were absolutely true as he said them.

He wondered if he was glowing like she was. He slid his fingers along her hand until their fingers were intertwined. They leaned towards each other, their tears now turned to smiles. She slid onto her knees to the floor in front of his chair. He leaned farther and their eyes closed as their lips touched for the first time. They'd been in love for a year, and their delayed passion strengthened their caresses and the intensity of the kiss.

There would still be bad dreams. There would still be tears. But now he had Victoria by his side. He could help her believe in herself again. She could help him get back to teaching. 

Most importantly, now they had each other.

The Crush



This story is an account of a rather typical couple, Bob and Sue Carter, living in a small town in the Bible belt; the sort of place where lives are as dull as they are open to scrutiny. It seems that everyone desires their privacy, but relishes the scandalous gossip of other people's business.

Bob and Sue were childhood sweethearts and married after high school. They moved into a fixer-upper cottage and made due with the help of family and friends. 

Bob worked as a salesman for a chemical fertilizer company, and Sue waited tables at the town's only diner. Their wages allowed them to save just enough to fix their home and maybe, someday, have children. At twenty-eight years old they were well on their way to achieving their goals. However, after ten years of married life, as any couple will attest, sex had become routine and pedestrian.

Sue was ever the dutiful wife and was always romantically receptive. Bob, on the other hand, often had to make an effort to become amorous towards his wife.

Bob would travel often to service his accounts and had to be away several days each month. Upon his return he would usually be in a frisky mood, and then within days revert to the routine. 

Bob wasn't particularly taken with pornography. He found it stimulated him to masturbate but distracted him from his wife, and that he thought wasn't appropriate. 

On a trip to Montana to service an account he found himself in a waiting room that had several men's magazines lying around. Leafing through a few with grisly pictures of ghastly women, he came upon one with articles from readers that had submitted "what should I do" questions to the editor. Many concerned cheating wives or husbands. A few were about odd likes and dislikes. But one article piqued Bob's interest just as he was called into the buyer's office. He closed the magazine and stuffed it into his briefcase.

That night he was staying at a motel before flying home the following day. As he readied for bed he remembered the article, he pulled the magazine out of his briefcase, and began reading. It recounted the trials and tribulations of a couple that had grown comfortably dull in their marriage. 

As Bob read he realized this couple had some of the same issues as he and Sue had. Bob ascertained while reading that there were many things he was not willing to do in the name of love. There were toys and gadgets and escapades that made him uncomfortable as he imagined them. Still, there were ideas that he might consider trying out with Sue. He resolved to try and went to sleep.

Arriving back home by noon, he dropped off his sales orders at the office and headed to the house. He wanted to be showered and shaved when Sue came home at 4 o'clock.

When Sue walked in Bob was ready and waiting for her. He had already worked up an erection in anticipation of their rendezvous. She saw him in his bathrobe and took a double take before smiling.

"Aren't you comfortable looking." She said with a smirk.

"I thought that we could play around a little before dinner." Bob said, moving forward to embrace her.

Sue felt his erection touch her thigh as he held her tightly. They kissed passionately. Sue gazed wide eyed at her husband wondering what had come over him.

Bob maneuvered her to the living room floor and immediately went for the hem of her dress, trying desperately to move it up her thighs. The tight fitting waitress dress was complicating his intentions and frustration mounted. Forcefully, he lifted her up and simultaneously shoved the hem upwards. Now fully exposed, her panties glowed with the potential of her womanly virtue. Bob was frantic. He dove into her crotch and probed her with his tongue. Placing a finger under the band of sheer material obscuring his prize he pulled too forcefully and the panties ripped. Uncaring, he jammed his stiffened tongue into her delicate folds.

Sue was taken by his swift, violent movements. She felt his heightened stimulation and fell prey to its influence. She began undulating against his face and in short order began to orgasm. 

Bob continued his assault, at the same time ejaculating down his leg, ostensibly from the heightened state of psycho-sexual stimulation alone.

Bob fatigued and collapsed between Sue's thighs. Sue gasped for breath as she drew the back of one hand across her forehead; the other ran through Bob's hair as he lay against her pelvis.

Sue spoke first, "What brought that on?"

Bob was slow to respond. He wondered how much to divulge to her about the magazine article, or whether he should say anything at all. But they had always been honest with one another, and he decided that she should know what he was thinking too.

"I was reading about how other couples spice things up and I had an idea that maybe we could too. That is, if you agree."

"Wow! If this is how you want to spice it up, I'm all for it." 

"Well, I have some more ideas, if you want to hear them."

"Tell me while I make dinner, honey."

Bob explained his discovery in the waiting room and the odd things that some people do. He outlined what he thought might be fun, and things he felt were taboo. Sue agreed with him about the weird stuff and granted that they could use some stimulation in their love life; especially if it entailed what had transpired between them earlier.

Bob explained to her his interests and Sue accepted that she was open to try his ideas initially, and then as she became more comfortable with the concept she would make suggestions. Bob's first fantasy was to role play as other people that they found attractive. For several weeks they played the parts of Brad Pit and Angelina Jolie. But as all fantasies wear thin, this one became stale for them and they decided to try a different avenue.

=//=

In high school Bob and Sue were considered popular, but decidedly not the "in crowd". There was one guy though, a jock, that had been the envy of every guy and the romantic object of every girl in school -- Clark Jensen. 

Clark Jensen was a high school football legend and was still living in town. He never was able to achieve the same success in life as he had in high school, but he was still a heart throb to many local women who remembered his exploits.

Bob suggested that he play the role of Clark Jensen having an affair with Sue. Sue demurred, she had a crush on Clark like all of the other girls, but Bob insisted and they began their "Affair". If there was a more revealing reason for Sue's reluctance it could not be imagined; she became animated as Bob acted the part of her illicit lover, Clark. She screamed as she came time and time again, telling "Clark" what a stud he was.

For Bob's part, he relished the idea of Sue being ravished by a stud. 

The routine was now much more exciting and they were able to act out several scenarios with Clark as the central character.

One day, as Bob arrived home from work, Sue all but raped him as he stepped through the door. They thrashed on the floor and fucked wildly until their passions abated. 

"Wow Sue, what got into you?" Bob asked, bewildered.

"You won't believe who stopped in the diner for lunch today!"

Bob mulled it over for a moment before it occurred to him, "Clark?"

"Yes."

"Holy crap." 

"I know. I almost lost it. As he ordered his lunch I was thinking of him naked, I shook so hard I dropped my order pad. Then I almost dropped his lunch on him. Oh... god was I nervous."

Bob's libido was invigorated. He pushed his wife back onto the floor and began to penetrate her again. They talked as they fucked, about Clark and Sue and the make believe illicit affair. Their love life had begun to soar.

That night, as they lay in bed, Bob wondered out loud if perhaps Sue had really wanted Clark. It wasn't really a question as much as it was a suggestion.

Sue hesitated, thinking for a moment before answering, "Maybe... But I could never do it. Everyone in town would find out and then what? Game over!"

"I suppose you're right. Still...."

"Still?" Sue asked.

"Wanting to do it and doing it are very different things. I kinda like the idea of you considering it."

"Really?"

"Umm hmm, let me show you..." Bob crawled between Sue's legs and frantically demonstrated his resolution.

=//=

Bob had to travel for a few days on business. He called Sue at bedtime and for the first time in their lives they had very good phone sex while discussing the things Sue would do with Clark, given the chance.

In Sue's mind the question wasn't would she do the nasty things they imagined, but could she do them. The small town gossips would tear her marriage apart, they wouldn't survive the shame. The question then became allegorical; it must remain a fantasy.

For Bob's part, the question was always an erotic one; meant to stimulate the discussion. The thought of Sue actually acting on the suggestion was pure fantasy.

Over the next few days their imaginary affair became very real in very different ways to Bob and Sue. Sue had become the ultimate sexual being in Bob's mind. She was what he thought of throughout the day, he desired her completely. 

Sue had begun to actualize the incessant focus on Clark as a lover, however unattainable; she had been imprinted by Bob's suggestion that an affair was acceptable, perhaps preferable, to the fantasy. She began to desire what she could not have, that thereby invoked a conflict, the resolution to which was not immediately apparent. 

She made a decision that would seem quite familiar to the fox in the fable of the Fox and the Grapes. In the fable by Aesop, the fox comes to a grape vine and desiring the grapes to eat, tries in vain to reach them. But they are out of reach and so the fox rationalizes that he did not want the grapes because they were probably sour anyway. This is where the phrase "sour grapes" comes from when denied something you covet. Sue began to feel this way about Clark and asked Bob to consider another fantasy.

Bob arrived home and struggled with the need to alter their fantasy. Sue had not intimated why she really wanted the change just that she had tired of the same old thing.

Bob was silent on the subject and kept the thought of Sue making love to Clark to himself while they made love. This was sufficient for the interim, he thought; he would eventually come up with an alternative.

Sue had no such stimulus and she craved the heightened level of emotional stimulation they had been able to achieve previously.

On Bob's next trip away, Sue had devised a fantasy of her own. She tried it out on Bob without explaining it in advance to him. When he called before bed she told him an attractive stranger had stopped by the diner for lunch that day. 

"A stranger?"

"Umm humm. He's only just left."

"Sue... What do you mean?" Bob sounded unsure of her assertion.

Sue reveled in her subterfuge. "I told him he couldn't stay. But I have his phone number if I ever need it."

"Really?"

"Umm."

"Why would he want to stay?"

"Guess."

"Sue?" Bob's voice quaked with nervous tension.

"Umm, are you naked?"

"Yes."

"I've been a bad girl tonight honey."

"How bad?"

"I invited him home with me."

"That's bad?"

"Well, it's what we did when we got here that was bad Bob."

"What did you do?"

"I seduced him, in our marital bed. Oh Bob, it was so exhilarating..."

"Sue..." Bob was agitated beyond belief. He was frantically masturbating while trying to come to grips with the uncertainty of his wife's odd confession. "Sue?" He asked again into the phone, no answer was forthcoming.

Sue was gripped with her own climax, unable to respond.

Bob heard her scream and feared for her safety.

Sue regained enough composure to talk and moaned breathlessly into the phone, "Oh, Bob, that was wonderful!"

"You scared the shit out of me babe."

"Sorry."

"Sue, your story...?"

"Umm, did you enjoy it?"

"How real... was there another man...?"

"Ha! You wish."

"You really had me going there."

"Oh sure."

"Sue, I love you."

"I love you too, good night."

Bob recounted in his mind the act that Sue had put on. It was explicitly real to him and as stimulating as anything he had ever experienced. He was determined to continue the act as often as they could.

=//=

The following day Sue's little brother, Tom, had dropped by for lunch at the diner. He was ten years younger than Sue, a surprise baby for her parents. Sue was so much older than Tom they had little in common. Still, it was good to see him.

Bob and Sue's neighbor had a son that was best friends with Tom in high school. Charlie Banks had helped them do yard work in the summers, and even helped with the renovations of the cottage.

Tom had stopped in to inform Sue that Charlie had joined the army, deployed to Afghanistan, and had been injured. He was returning home for a short leave before joining his unit in Afghanistan once again.

Sue was traumatized, she had never known anyone in the military personally, and finding out this way shook her terribly. She asked for the remainder of the day off, and went to the small airport outside town with Tom to greet Charlie.

They waited for almost an hour before the small commuter plane taxied to the terminal building, and the passengers began to disembark. Charlie was the last passenger to leave the airplane and his family and friends were boisterous in welcoming their young hero home.

When he finally made his way though the throng Charlie hugged his best friend, Tom, as if they had been apart for decades, rather than months. The moment was an emotional one and the tears flowed from Sue's eyes. When she finally stood in front of Charlie, she grasped him in a loving embrace that made the young man blush.

"I'm so glad you're home Charlie." She sniffled as she spoke.

"It's good to see you too Mrs. Carter." Charlie said, just a little embarrassed by the whole episode.

The family swept him away, leaving Tom and Sue standing alone in the concourse of the airport, wondering what to do next.

"Sue, would it be alright if I stayed over tonight so I can hook up with Charlie later?"

"Sure, will he be able to get away from his family?"

"Yeah, he'll want to get away pretty soon."

That evening Bob called with the intention of replaying the previous evening's wicked little game, only to hear the sobering news. Bob asked Sue to convey his sympathy to Charlie and said goodnight.

The following day Bob came home to find Tom and Charlie at the house visiting. Charlie was banged up, but seemed to be mending well. That evening Sue made dinner for the small group and they visited late into the night. Charlie explained that he really didn't want to talk about what he was asked to do in Afghanistan, and instead talked of the friendships he missed, especially the friendship he felt for them. 

Each of them, Bob, Sue and Tom were humbled by this quiet hero. His humility was authentic and his friendship genuine.

Tom and Charlie stretched out in the living room to sleep, while Bob and Sue slept in their bed.

The following morning Bob left for a long sweep of the west coast state fairs that were being held this time of year. With a kiss and a hug he told Sue that he would call when he arrived at his hotel later in the evening. Sue smiled and with a wink, said to be ready for a little excitement. Bob smiled, relishing the thought of their little game being back on track.

That afternoon when Sue got home from work she talked to Tom as they waited for Charlie to stop by. Tom explained to Sue how much it meant to Charlie to have friends like her and Bob. He also let slip that Charlie had a small crush on Sue from back when he was helping around their house.

"A Crush?" She asked bewildered.

"Well, yeah, but don't tell him I told you."

"Of course, but he's a kid!"

"He's almost nineteen Sue."

"Oh, of course he is, I just meant that I'm so much older than he is...."

"Yeah, you're really old sis, ha!"

"You know what I mean."

"Doesn't really matter does it?"

"No, I suppose not."

A loud knock on the door ended their discussion. Charlie had arrived and Sue went to prepare dinner.

Sue thought about Tom's revelation all evening, by the time that Bob called she had worked herself into quite a lather. She explained to Bob what Tom had told her and said she was still incredulous.

"Why shouldn't he be infatuated with you Sue? He's a guy and you're a girl, that usually makes sense doesn't it?"

"But the age difference Bob!"

"Sue, you're 28 years old, hardly an old maid. What's the harm of a guy finding you attractive?"

"None I guess. It's just that I didn't expect it."

Bob took this opportunity to fantasize about Sue and Charlie being together. But for Sue the idea was still too real for her to relax. Bob masturbated to orgasm; Sue went through the motions for her husband. She was too restrained emotionally to climax.

The following day Tom had to return home and was not there when Sue returned from work. Sue made a small dinner for herself and watched television. At about eight o'clock a rap came to the door, and upon answering, Sue found Charlie standing on the doorstep.

"Hi, Charlie, Tom's not here tonight." Sue explained.

"Yeah, I know, but I just had to get away from the house. Can I sit with you awhile Mrs. Carter?"

"Of course Charlie come in."

Charlie looked upset, so Sue just allowed him to vent his frustration.

"My family doesn't understand how I feel." He began. "I was trying to explain to them that I felt like I should be back with my unit, like I wasn't pulling my weight, you know?"

Sue didn't know. She couldn't fathom the bond between warriors in battle. The duty they feel for one-another. But she shook her head in the affirmative, supporting his premise.

"They said I had done enough already, that I didn't owe anybody anything." He looked away for a moment, his hand brushing something from his cheek, smearing wetly as he did so.

"Those guys..." He choked up, cleared his throat, and began again, "...they kept me alive, you know..."

Sue reached a trembling hand to his shoulder, and nodded, deliberately.

"Funny thing..." He said with a sad chuckle, "When I'm here, all I think about is being there, But when I was there, all I thought about was being here."

Suddenly the phone rang. Sue knew that it was time for Bob to call.

"One moment Charlie..." She stated apologetically.

She answered the phone and explained to Bob that she would call him back as she had company at the present time. Leaving him to wonder, she estimated it would increase his agitation if he was left guessing.

"I'm sorry, please go on Charlie."

"Well, I just don't think I can stay there tonight. Do you think it would be alright if I crashed out here tonight?"

Sue became uneasy at the thought. The town would be screaming if anyone found out he had stayed the night with her alone. But she also knew she couldn't send him off, her heart had broken hearing his lonely tale of anguish.

"Of course Charlie. There are pillows and blankets in the closet. Good night."

"Good night Mrs. Carter, and thanks."

Sue dialed the phone number to Bob's hotel. Bob answered on the first ring.

"Hi honey. Bet you can't guess who's staying the night with me?"

"Sue, you're teasing me again."

Sue began to explain what had befallen Charlie, and that he had asked to stay the night.

"That's sad Sue. But what if someone sees him, or he says something?"

"I know. I'll have to speak with him in the morning."

"okay, but now I'd like to play if you would like to."

They talked for almost an hour bringing each other to climax.

Charlie couldn't tell that Mrs. Carter was on the phone, but the sounds of sensually erotic behavior were unmistakable. Charlie masturbated, imagining he was with Mrs. Carter, Sue, his longtime fantasy girl. 




The Crush



In the morning Sue explained the sensitivity of being alone with him while her husband was away. Charlie understood and promised to be discrete when he departed.

At lunch time Charlie stopped by the diner. He seemed distracted as he ate lunch quietly by himself in a corner booth. The other patrons would smile and wave to him but otherwise allowed him his privacy. As he paid his bill, he asked Sue if he could stop by later to talk. Sue looked furtively around the diner almost embarrassed it seemed by his request.

"I don't know Charlie...."

"I'll drop by after dark, I'll be careful." He pleaded.

"Okay, sure, be real careful Charlie." She said cautiously.

She wondered if she had made a mistake allowing him to spend time alone with her. She resolved that he was a dear, close friend and she could do no less than be a comfort to him.

The sun set at seven-thirty, and at seven-forty-five Charlie knocked quietly on the kitchen door, at the side of the house. Sue let him in and asked if he was hungry. They sat at the kitchen table and ate, and reminisced about the summers spent doing yard work and repairing the cottage. They laughed as they remembered the fun they had shared.

Just as they had become completely comfortable with one another Charlie let slip that he once had a crush on her. When Sue said nothing in response, he admitted that he had secretly watched Sue from time to time when they had removed the old curtains in the cottage.

"Charlie! You saw me naked?"

"I...I'm sorry Mrs. Carter," Charlie confessed, "I was working out back and saw you through the window." Charlie began to apologize, saying "I'm sorry," over and over again.

Finally Sue couldn't bear to torture the boy any longer and told him, "Its ok, Charlie, its ok, you were just being a boy." She reached for his face and caressed it gently, motherly, her thumb wiping a tear from his cheek as she did so.

Then Charlie said the one thing that would steal her heart, melt her resolve, and penetrate her defenses: "Mrs. Carter, You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She wasn't ready for the flood of emotions; the simple admission of the young man was trivial, childish, yet so profound in its effect on her that her world was set on end. She swooned; her face felt flush, and her heart pounded through her breast so forcefully she was sure he would notice it.

He looked at her tentatively, searching for a sign that it was alright, that he wasn't in trouble with her.

Sue stared. She looked at the young man. He had taken her breath away, and now she was unable to respond. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, before she finally responded, shaking her head, "I...I think what you said was very nice Charlie, but-" 

He stopped her mid-sentence and confessed to her, "Mrs. Carter I've always had a crush on you. I don't remember a time when I felt any other way."

"Charlie, you should really be spending time with girls your own age. Don't you have a girl friend?"

"Well..." Charlie started to say something, but seemed uncomfortable. 

Sue had a glimmer of understanding, but then thought, no, surely he wasn't a virgin?

"Charlie, have you... have you had a girlfriend that you..." She couldn't bring herself to ask him so embarrassing a question.

"I've had dates, but the girls I've known never really measured up to...."

"Measured up?" Sue didn't understand what he meant.

"I always compared them to you."

Sue was stunned. The question of his virginity was lost on her; she swooned in the realization that this boy had a crush on her to this extent. She felt a burning glow wash over her. She knew she should end this now, but couldn't find the voice to say it.

The phone rang.

Sue smiled inwardly, relieved, saved by the bell.

"I need to take this call Charlie." She stood, went to the phone and answered it. She walked into her bedroom and closed the door, forgetting for the moment that Charlie was even there. She had a tale to share with her husband.

"I've been a bad girl honey..."

An hour later she hung up the phone and realized that she had not divulged to Bob her repartee with Charlie. She had concocted a narrative that paralleled their discussion, but did not tell the truth. She felt remorseful immediately. She started to call Bob back, but stopped when she decided she would come clean tomorrow.

Just then, she remembered she had left Charlie in the kitchen. She wrapped herself in a robe and walked into the kitchen. She found a note: "Mrs. Carter, Had to go -- see you tomorrow, Charlie." She breathed a sigh of relief, and went to bed.

=//=

She worked all day the next day without seeing Charlie. Maybe he had been too embarrassed to show back up, she thought. However, at about eight that night, Charlie knocked at the kitchen door. Sue let him in guiding him to the living room.

They began talking as if the previous night had never happened. Charlie was cheerful and talkative. Sue was engaging and happy that the subject of the previous day was held at bay.

As Charlie went on about this subject or that, Sue began to appraise him as a man. He was good looking, not Clark Jensen good looking, but handsome still. She found herself glancing at his lap, looking for an outline, or bulge that would indicate his physical dimension. 

Once she thought he had caught her looking, she blushed accordingly. What had gotten into her? Why was she acting like this? She immediately blamed the inclusion of illicit fantasies into their life for her pining. She wondered; what have we started? 

As Charlie prattled on, Sue imagined being in his loving embrace. She was becoming aroused by the proximity of such a vulnerable young man, manifestly aware of his infatuation with her womanly charms.

The phone rang.

Sue thought quickly, "Charlie that's Bob calling. I need to talk to him. Please stay; I'll just be a moment." She immediately wondered why she had asked him to stay. She grasped the phone and answered, "Hi honey."

Bob began to chat but Sue was oblivious to his prattle. She moved to the bedroom and cut him off mid-sentence," Bob, Charlie's here...." 

Sue went on to tell him of Tom's assertion that Charlie had a crush on her. She explained Charlie's tormented visit after Tom had gone home and his confirmation to her that he did in fact have a crush on her. 

Bob was unabashedly masturbating while his wife recounted the erotic tale.

Sue paused as Bob groaned into the phone. After a long moment Bob gasped, "Oh Sue!"

"I know..."

"This is all so crazy. Who knew that the little boy who mowed our lawn had the hots for you?"

"Bob he's still here, in the living room."

"Whaa... What are you saying Sue?"

"I mean..." Sue realized that she didn't know what she was saying.

"Sue?"

"Bob, I think I might... Oh god... Bob what should I do?"

Bob was stunned into silence. What could she be thinking? He was afraid to ask, fearful of the answer.

"Bob, our fantasy... I was thinking, maybe Charlie..."

"Maybe Charlie." Bob mouthed the words but his voice faltered. Had his wife actually said it?

"Please honey; I really want you to tell me it's alright. I want him so bad."

Bob steeled himself, gathered his wits, and found his voice, "Sure Sue, go ahead." 

Trembling uncontrollably, he suddenly realized that he had not been breathing, and gasped for air. "I wondered if we would ever go beyond fantasy," He said breathlessly.

Suddenly, with his consent she realized that the prospect of sex with Charlie was a very real possibility; Sue stopped herself in mid thought. She was about to tell him it wasn't going to happen, but she thought Bob wanted it as much as she did, didn't he?

"I love you Bob."

"I'll call tomorrow Sue, goodnight."

"Goodnight." Sue choked out a sigh as she hung up the phone.

Sue stood in the middle of her bedroom for a moment, gathering her emotions, trying to calm her nerves.

Sue walked into the living room and sat next to Charlie on the couch.

"Charlie I would like you to stay here tonight but...."

Then Charlie asked, "But, what, Mrs. Carter?"

Sue thought of the consequences -- briefly -- and then corrected him, "Sue, Charlie. Call me Sue," as she placed her hand in his lap, sliding it slowly along his thigh toward his manhood, gently brushing it as she moved on to grasp his hand. She stood and tugged his hand indicating that he was to follow her. He walked down the hall to Mrs. Carter's -- Sue's -- bedroom.

Sue was composed now, confused emotions fought for primacy, but her demeanor was resolute, uncanny for a married woman who had never cheated on her spouse. Now she was preparing to seduce this young man, barely of legal age, and was in perfect control. She pulled the bed spread back and motioned for him to undress. 

Charlie was fear stricken, never had he been with a girl, now he was about to consummate the first act of love in his life with this idyllic creature, Sue. When she said "call me Sue," his heart had leapt, as it was doing now, again, "Sue" what a beautiful name he thought. 

He pulled his shoes and socks off, then removed his pants, but stopped before he removed his underwear. His penis was supremely uncomfortable in the confining space, but he was suddenly stricken with pangs of timidity. 

Sue pulled off her robe and panties, turned to see her young charge standing uneasily with his penis begging for release. She moved to him slowly, her face close to his, her lips brushing his cheek, she reached down grasping the waist band and very slowly bent at the knees simultaneously pushing the underwear down his legs, continuing until they were around his ankles. 

Now on her knees in front of him, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, her tongue reaching out to touch the underside of the cock head, just beneath the crown. Reaching upward with her right hand she fondled his ball sac as her tongue continued to tease his throbbing erection. 

Then, suddenly, Charlie convulsed, his involuntary muscular responses contorted him like a rag doll, his arms flailing in the air, as his ejaculation spewed forth into Sue's face and hair. 

"Uhhh, Oh god, uhhhh," he moaned as the spasms wracked his body.

Sue giggled, dodging the last couple shots of semen. She stood, licking her lips and wiping the dripping fluid from her eye brow. "That was quick!" She quipped.

"Oh, man, I'm sorry Mrs. Car...Sue, I didn't mean to come so fast...I just never..." Charlie tried to beg forgiveness, realizing that this could be his only chance and now he had blown it.

"Umm, I loved it!" Sue admitted matter-of-factly. "The next time we'll go slower."

"The next time?" Charlie seemed confused.

"You don't think you're leaving without letting me get a crack at that thing do you?"

Charlie was relieved, "I can get it hard again, Mrs. Car...Sue. I know I can."

"Good. Let's get on the bed. I want you where I can get to you."

Charlie jumped a little too quick and felt a twinge of pain in his wounded leg. 

Sue saw him grimace, and said, "Poor baby, I'll take care of you." Moving to his side she began massaging his injured thigh with one hand as she stroked his penis with the other. She gripped his long, mushrooming cock tightly, pulling on it slightly as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Ohh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The huge rod of flesh with the massive head was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Charlie groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet mouth.

"Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head.

Sue's tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. He had never felt a woman's breast they were magnificently spongy and firm at the same time.

He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Do you like it?" she breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, god yes! Sue...Sue!"

He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the pillow as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glans at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the bed to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

Sue could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. 

But Sue had been agitated to a fevered pitch herself. She needed him inside her. Now!

"Fuck me Charlie... I need you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.

"Ok," he muttered.

She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock head. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the bed. Charlie rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. 

"Oh, you're so hard," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her vagina, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"Help me, I've never...been inside a girl before," he worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and clumsily parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Oh, it's going to feel so good! Hurry! Fuck me now! Now!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy, sweat soaked material of the bed.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her vagina until it lay before him in a flat exposed plane. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hand and then Sue felt the lips around her softly quivering vagina slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ohh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Charlie shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way into the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. 

She responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping vagina back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. 

He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick sex filled air. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of this woman's vagina and she was loving it ... God, she was a wild woman... he had never believed anything like this could happen to him and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her vagina.

"Oh, Oh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me Charlie, fill me," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her shapely calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. 

Sue was shocked; this young man was a natural. A singular talent, he had an uncanny ability to instinctively do just what was required.

Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the bed and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping vagina sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Oh god, he thought, this is miraculous, I've waited so long to be with this woman. Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.

"Aaaaaah, I'm coming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'm coming. I'm coming too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into this woman's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the muscles of her vagina clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to swallow him whole. 




The Crush



He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion the lovers exploded into a mutual haze, convulsing to exhaustion, then slowing to a wonderful satiated glow.

They lay in a tangle of arms and legs for several minutes before Sue looked at Charlie and cautioned him, "This has to be a secret, Charlie, no one can find out, Ok?" 

"I promise, Sue." Charlie readily agreed.

Sue had asked him to stay the night but realized that she now wished to be alone with her thoughts.

"Maybe you should go home now, we can get together tomorrow, if you would like to."

"Oh, Ok Sue," Charlie seemed disappointed that it had to end, even if it was just for the night. He wished the night would last forever.

Sue, saw his pouting look, reached over and kissed him tenderly on the lips and said to him, "You are a wonderful lover, Charlie."

This was all that he needed, armed with this charge of self esteem he rose, dressed, said "Goodnight Sue," and departed into the night.

Sue rolled over onto her back crossed her ankles, placed her hands behind her head and smiled a big happy smile; she had been fucked but good and was sure to get more tomorrow. Having an affair with a virile young man turned out to be quite the ideal situation, she thought. 

But then she remembered Bob; would he still be ok with what she had done? She had acted wantonly. She never took into account his feelings; she just assumed that he wanted it also. He had agreed to the affair, hadn't he? He gave her permission -- or had he just given in to her lust? No! He had initiated this entire encounter with his fantasies. Bob would be just fine. 

She had the best of both worlds: A loving husband and a young lover.

=//=

Sue woke late the next morning. The emotional exertion had required sleep to recover properly. She was making coffee just as the phone rang. 

Bob had tossed and turned all night. So many fears had surfaced to haunt him that sleep would not come until late in the morning. Things had moved so quickly in their sex games. Sue, his demur wife had acted so oddly last evening; she had begged to have sex with Charlie Banks. Bob's mind raced with the implications of the affair: Was Sue alright? Had they actually gone through with the tryst? Had they used protection? Would Charlie blab to his buddies, exposing the affair? The list seemed endless and Bob had no way of knowing.

Bob was emotionally and physically exhausted. Still, he arose early, determined to hear what had transpired at home with his wife and her young lover. At six o'clock west coast time it was eight back home, Bob dialed the home phone number; it was Sue's day off from work and she should be up by this time.

"Hello."

"Hi Sue, did I wake you?"

"No, I was just making coffee. What has you up this early?" She said it before it dawned on her just what might have him up early.

"I need to talk to you Sue." Bob intimated rather matter-of-factly.

"Oh, of course, honey."

"Tell me Sue...about last night." 

Sue sensed his vulnerability, his concern.

"Oh, well, where do I start?" She said it out loud, but meant it as a verbal parry -- she needed a moment to think.

"Start with Charlie, Sue."

"Charlie was with me last night when you called."

"I remember."

"Well, I told you Charlie had a crush on me. And with everything that happened the last couple days, I was on edge, you know, like in our fantasies. I hadn't really thought about it, until we talked last night. You called just as Charlie had me so aroused that I almost asked him to leave. I was scared. But talking to you, hearing your voice gave me the courage to do what I couldn't do alone. You gave me strength."

"So it wasn't a planned thing?"

"Oh, no! We were just talking until you called last night, then my emotions just exploded."

"And Charlie?" Bob desperately wanted to rapid fire a barrage of interrogating questions at her, but maintained his composure.

"Oh god, he's so sweet, Bob, I had no idea it could be so good."

That statement cut across the grain with Bob, he winced from the emotional assault.

"Really?" Bob said with just a touch of jealousy.

The friction with Bob didn't register with Sue, she was focused on her memory of last night.

"Yeah..." She paused before continuing with a chuckle, "He was so scared. I was his first lover."

Bob froze. She had said it. She had said "first lover". He shook with the realization that his wife had been with another man, not in some fantasy play, but really and truly fucked by Charlie Banks.

"Tell me." He squeaked, his pulse pounding in his ears.

"Well, Charlie was waiting for me in the livingroom. He had no idea what we were up to. I just took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You will never know how scared I was, but I managed to get him undressed and in bed."

Bob was slowly stroking himself.

"You know I don't ever remember you being so scared our first time. Anyway, I started to give him a blow job-"

Bob quickly cut into her narrative, "You blew him?"

"Ha! Yes, of course I did, what did you think we were going to do?"

"Well...."

"Let me finish...." Sue continued telling Bob of the evening that she had shared with Charlie. She was just explaining that she had asked Charlie to leave afterward when she heard a loud noise coming from the back yard.

"What's that?" She wondered out loud.

"What's wrong honey?"

"Somebody's in our yard." Sue went to the window and looked out. What she saw brought a smile to her face; Charlie was mowing the yard.

"Who's there Sue?"

"It's Charlie, he's mowing the yard." Sue said with a giggle.

Bob's heart felt like it was stuck in his throat.

"You know Bob, if he was half the man you are he'd be dangerous."

Sue had no idea what that small admission meant to Bob. His flagging confidence, his self esteem, had been reaffirmed in that brief statement.

"Sue..."

"Yes Bob."

"I need a favor...."

As Charlie finished mowing Sue brought him a tall glass of iced tea. He smiled when he saw her walking towards him.

"Hi Sue."

"Good morning Charlie."

Charlie put the mower up, sat on an old tree stump and drank the iced tea. 

Sue felt compelled to talk, "Charlie, about last night-"

"I know, it was crazy Sue. Thanks for being there for me when I needed you. I know you're married, and shouldn't take advantage; still, I've loved you for so long..."

He had used the "L" word! Sue gasped when he had said it; looking around to be sure no one was within ear shot.

"Charlie," she admonished, "Don't talk like that. Someone might hear."

Charlie cringed from the terse reprimand.

"Sorry Sue."

"Let's go in the house, we can talk there."

Charlie was up and moving immediately. Sue smiled a knowing smile.

Inside Sue pushed the door fully closed, turned and kissed Charlie loving on the lips. Charlie tried to embrace Sue, but she pushed him away.

"Jump in the shower Charlie, and then meet me in the bedroom...."

Charlie leaned in with a smile and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll just be a minute."

Sue moved to the bedroom and disrobed. She sat on the edge of the bed as nervous as a teenager. When she finally heard the shower turn off she reached for the phone, dialed Bob's hotel phone number and when he answered she asked, "Are you ready?" She then pushed the speaker phone button on the handset, placing it on the night stand.

Sue was waiting when she heard the bathroom door open. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat with her back straight and stiff. She saw Charlie coming through the door. His face was solemn. Her heart sank.

Charlie walked over and stood in front of Sue. He stared down at her, his face unchanged. Then he reached toward her and caressed her face.

Sue's eyes grew wide.

"Suck me Sue."

Sue almost screamed with joy. Her hands were trembling as she reached for his penis. She suddenly realized that he was already hard. Quickly she pulled his penis close to her face. When she looked up she saw Charlie smiling down at her. She smiled back and opened her mouth and took the pulsing head inside. A moan escaped both of their lips as she began to suck and pump the shaft with her hand. 

Bob listened intently as the two lovers began their torrid lovemaking.

Charlie's hips began to sway gently back and forth and his hands reached for her head. "Yes Sue, suck me," he gasped. 

Charlie was giving Bob his due, she thought; his plan to listen as she made love to Charlie seemed to be starting off well.

Sue sucked Charlie until he was trembling with need. However, she wasn't going to get him off this way. She wanted his penis inside when he came this time. Reluctantly, she pulled away. Again she looked up at him, her lips wet, his penis shining with her saliva as it pulsed in her fist. "Make love to me," she said, just a little louder than necessary. "I want this inside me."

Without hesitation, Charlie reached down and pulled Sue to her feet. His lips met hers and his arms pulled her tight. They moaned as they kissed passionately. Charlie's hands slipped down her back and he grasped her ass. "Oh God," he moaned when he felt the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. 

Their lips went together and their tongues fought for possession of each other's lips as their passion grew rapidly. 

Charlie moaned as he kissed her breasts. His eyes devoured the soft mounds of flesh. His head bent to her neck and he began to kiss downward. He nibbled at the nape of her neck and felt her body tremble and then he moved lower, kissing the smooth flesh until he reached the swells of her breasts. His tongue came out and he traced a path down her skin until he reached a hard nipple.

"Oh God Charlie," Sue moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She pushed her breast forward, urging him to suck it. She let him suck the sensitive nipple until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled it away and his lips made a loud pop. Then she quickly fed him the other breast. Between her legs, her vagina was throbbing and juice was dripping down her thighs. 

Charlie looked at her and a moan escaped his mouth. A second later he was on his knees, staring at her swollen sex. He had only heard about pleasuring a woman this way. Her clear sex juice was hanging from her swollen lips and the light from the morning sun made it look like drips of warm honey. And, like a bee to honey, Charlie moved forward until his tongue reached the strings of juice. He trembled as he brought the sweet liquid to his mouth. Then with a growl he buried his head between her thighs.

"Oh Charlie," Sue moaned as her legs began to tremble. Her legs gave out and she rolled on the bed, bringing Charlie's head with her. Soon she was lying on her back with her legs wrapped around his head. Her hands found his head and she pulled him into her warm crotch. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped as her hips began to buck upward. Suddenly, without warning she began to climax. "Ahh," she screamed as fireworks began to go off in her head. She threw her head back and forth and her body convulsed as waves of incredible pleasure rushed through her. Her hips began to bounce on the bed.

Charlie held on as he lost himself between her legs. Her thighs covered his ears and her hands pulled his hair. His cheeks, his nose and his mouth were all buried in her swollen flesh. She consumed him...all of his senses. He was in sexual heaven. 

Bob listened intently as his wife climaxed from the machinations of another man.

When Sue's climax waned, her legs dropped from his shoulders. She let him kiss and lick her for sometime before she pushed him back.

Charlie looked disoriented as he sat back. His face was covered with her juice and it dripped from his chin. 

"I need you," Sue whispered. She moved back until she was lying on the pillows. Then she bent her knees and opened them. She held her hand out to Charlie.

Bob heard his wife say "I need you", to Charlie. Bob's erection pulsed in his hand.

Sue opened her arms and legs to Charlie. She moaned as his chest pressed to her and their lips met. She could feel his pulsing penis dripping juice onto her stomach. Pulling her lips from his she gasped, "Fuck me Charlie." She reached down for his penis.

Charlie moved up on his hands and watched as Sue grasped his penis. He let her lead him to her. She directed the swollen head to her equally swollen sex lips. Slowly she moved it up and down between the lips before centering it on the hole. 

Sue let just the head slip inside and whispered, "Wait." Then she looked up into Charlie's eyes. She didn't have to say anything. Their eyes were swimming with lust. She had paused, thinking Bob must be anxious, was he still listening? Or had he been put off by the spectacle, and hung up? She wished to know.

Charlie held himself over Sue, the head of his penis throbbing just inside her clinching lips. He waited... waited for permission to enter her... waited for permission to fuck his best friend's sister, a married woman; Bob's wife. The seconds ticked by. 

Slowly Sue lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, still keeping his penis at bay. Finally, she took a deep breath, her eyes still staring into his, and whispered, "Fuck me Charlie." With a bellow Charlie dropped his weight downward, forcing his penis all the way into her body.

"Ahhhhhh," they both screamed as the long shaft slid to the bottom.

Sue's head was spinning and she was having difficulty catching her breath. She had waited so long for this moment. She had anticipated it and now it was happening; she was having sex with another man while her husband listened. The part of her that she should only share with her husband was now being violated by another man. It was so much sweeter because it was a man she now knew that she loved. She had fallen in love with Charlie Banks.

Charlie was gasping for breath as well. The soft warmth of her vagina was almost more than he could take. He could feel her soft breasts on his chest and her legs pulling his hips downward. "Oh God," he gasped and pulled his hips back until his penis was barely inside her. This time he was the one teasing... the one holding back. He looked down at her and smiled, then dropped his hips. Again they both screamed in pleasure. However, Charlie didn't stop at the bottom. He quickly pulled back and did it again. Soon his hips were moving at a steady pace, matching the movements under him. He worked in and out, slowly increasing his pace until he was pounding into her with abandon. Sue's copious juices began to coat his penis and drip down the cheeks of her ass. The room filled with the sound of two bodies slapping together. 

Bob was amazed at the vocal exhibition being transmitted to him.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!" Sue screamed. She was rapidly nearing another climax when she heard Charlie gasping at her ear.

"I'm... getting... close," he gasped in warning.

"Cum, cum for me!" Sue encouraged.

"Can I... can I... cum in you?" Charlie asked breathlessly.

"Yes, yes, fill me with your cum!" Sue returned, her hips pushing up at him even more rapidly. 

"Oh Sue!" Charlie moaned as his balls tightened. Suddenly he pushed in as deeply as he could go and his body convulsed. His sperm shot from the swollen head, splattering on the welcoming interior walls of Sue's vagina.

Sue felt his penis throb and knew that he was filling her with his seed. Her legs tightened around his waist and she lifted her hips. She began to climax.

The two lovers froze as their bodies merged into one. 

Within a few seconds Charlie collapsed onto Sue, his breathing still ragged. He found her lips and kissed her tenderly. "That was incredible!" he whispered.

"You're a wonderful lover," Sue sighed. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she could feel his sperm leaking from around their still joined sex organs.

"I love you Sue."

Sue tensed, shocked by his admission. Bob was listening, and must have heard Charlie.

"You're sweet Charlie. Thank you." 

Sue made a grand gesture of kissing him fully on the lips, both to shut him up and to obscure her reaching for the phone to disconnect the line. Bob's going to be pissed she thought.

Charlie lounged around with Sue for another hour. They ate lunch and then Charlie went to visit with his family.

Sue wondered if she should call Bob back and explain Charlie's behavior. No, she would just wait for his call.

Bob wrapped up his business on the west coast and was due to fly back the following day. Listening to Sue and Charlie had so unnerved him that he barely functioned the rest of the day. He had heard Charlie tell Sue that he loved her. It didn't hold the same meaning to Bob as it did Sue; he realized that as a young man with his first love, he was just expressing himself the only way he could. What did bother Bob was that his wife was acting like a complete slut with Charlie Banks. Hot? Yes! Dangerous? Absolutely!

Bob called early that evening, to check on Sue. When she asked if he wanted to listen in again, Bob declined, saying he needed to get to bed early because he had an early flight home. When a knock came to the door, Sue announced that, "Charlie's here", and told Bob, "Goodnight".

Bob gnashed his teeth. Things were not how he had envisioned them. He needed to be home.

=//=

Sue was at work when Bob arrived home. Bob made his way through the house looking at the way things were arranged. Nothing seemed out of place, but things weren't as they seemed. He went to the bedroom -- his bedroom -- the bedroom that his wife had shared with Charlie Banks. He wasn't quite sure if he could smell anything out of place, he sniffed the air, and then he bent to the bed and sniffed. Nothing. No trace of a strange scent. Small comfort he found in that. 

Bob thought of how they had come to this place in their relationship. He began to realize that this is where you find yourself if you venture into the emotional abyss. A marriage is between two people, regardless of the sexual acrobatics, the marriage is only as sound as the people in it. If Sue was Ok then how could he be the weak link? Neither Charlie Banks, nor anyone else for that matter, could destroy their marriage only they could -- only he could. He resolved that it was not to be he that caused the dissolution of their marriage.

When Sue came home he greeted her with love and happiness. She returned the sentiment. Love conquers all.

They made love as married couples do -- lovingly, completely, and sensuously -- until dinner time came.

Bob was showering while Sue cooked dinner. Tom and Charlie stopped in to visit. It was Charlie's last night before leaving to head back to Afghanistan. 

Bob emerged freshly dressed to find Charlie sitting at the kitchen table chatting with Sue and Tom. He was halted dead in his tracks; coming face to face with his wife's lover was unsettling.

"Hi honey." Sue beamed her radiant smile toward her husband. The situation had not affected her the same way.

Charlie and Tom both said "Hi" as Bob recovered from the shock.

"Hello." Bob replied, trying to be as pleasant as they all seemed to be.

They ate dinner together. They laughed and joked until late into the night.

Tom realized that the hour was late and asked Sue, "Hey, sis, can Charlie and I crash here tonight?"

Sue looked to Bob, who was staring back at her inscrutably.

"Well...I suppose so...." She tried to fathom her husband's mind. "After all, it is Charlie's last night home."

Bob was caught between his resolution to be reticent and his jealous inclinations toward his wife. 




The Crush



"This thing called love…I just can't handle it…this thing… It was a hot Sunday morning in New York City, and a young girl named Charlize Theron was singing along with Queen's "Crazy Thing Called Love" coming from KSSFM. She was Hoover-ing the floor of her apartment and jigging her body to the beat of the music. 


The full length mirror in her room reflected no longer that gawky teen-ager she used to be. She had grown taller with body curves to reckon with. Blonde, angelic face with a blatant flirty look at 21, she ruminated at her reflection, clad in light pink camisole and gauzy cotton panties. She smiled cheekily at her disheveled sexiness; all sweaty and leaving nothing to imagination as her sheer miniscule coverings barely concealed her privates. Unable to contain her curiosity of what her body has to offer, she peeled off the cami and panties and took a good view of her naked self. Not bad, she thought. If her breasts had grown an inch more they would have been really wicked knockers. But as they were she was quite happy and contented with them. She wondered how much her crush that she often saw jogging in the nearby park would react if he saw her this way. Would he make love with her? What if he's gay? 

The thought of making love with her crush gave her the impetus to slide the vibrating handle of the Hoover right up between her legs. Maybe this is the crazy thing called lust.

Panting after getting off with the Hoover, she giggled and collapsed herself on the floor thinking how the Hoover could make out a handy substitute.

That night before drifting into sleep, she planned for an entrapment to lure her crush to her pad and for her to activate the plan, it had to be tomorrow or never.

The following day Charlize woke up early feeling bright and special. Dressed in running gear that showed how a hot stuff she could be, she smiled at how she'd groomed herself as the perfect bait. She recalled the guys in her past, most of them were rockers but not good lovers. And the guys in her ballet class who were reputed to have big dicks were not meant for women. They're switch hitters, gays, pansies, and fairies. Craving to date a straight man, she hoped this object of her crush was within this category. There's nothing to loose, she thought, even if he turned out to be that he's not ‘it.' Besides three months without sex –lousy or good is such a shame. Even ugly ones have sex how much more if you have a body designed to have raunchy and really hot sex. She's ready. 

She entered the lush green south park and started jogging. No sign of him around at first sight. Most of the joggers and walkers were middle aged men and women. Anyhow, she's bright and optimistic that she'd meet him. More than half an hour passed and still the boy crush was still nowhere in sight. She sat down on a bench and felt thirsty. She looked around where that drinking fountain could be because she forgot to bring along her Gatorade juice. 

She massaged absentmindedly her right knee with both hands, rubbing back and forth. She was injured in the knee in that Nutcracker gig, which after that had cast aside her ballet ambition. During her recuperating period she had been watching American TV shows and movies that in so doing allowed her mind to wander about moving to LA and try acting as another option. Then she heard a deep husky voice. 

"Is something the matter with your knee?" He asked. Her mouth fell. She was stunned. She didn't realize that her knee, of all things, brought him to her. 

"Ah, you! No… it… it's just my first time to jog…" she said startingly and blushed. "Well, actually I had a knee injury before and I was trying to strengthen it," she beamed her captivating smile.

He offered her a sealed bottle of mineral water and asked if he could sit down beside her. Of course she was delighted.

"I'm Mílo Stevens." (Pronounced as My-low)

"Charlize Theron," she said (pronouncing it as Shayrliz Thairon) and shook hands with him then took a swig from the bottle.

"That's a unique and pretty name, first time I heard of it. You sure look like an angel just like how your name sounds," Milo said grinning sexily.

"Thanks, that's nice to know. Um…You jog here often?" she asked trying to alleviate her shyness. 

"Pretty much so, yeah, three times a week and in between I work out at Gold's gym." 

"Oh, so that's the activity behind such athletic, muscular figure that is confronting me right now," she said in a demure tone with eyes sweeping down his muscular legs. 

"Do you by any chance, not into guys with muscular physique?"

"No. In fact I'm used to seeing guys having an array of muscles that are well pronounced. I'm a ballet dancer and I found that well-proportioned symmetry in human beings are definitely attractive…with or without clothes.But you know don't push too hard of getting bigger than that. Your body is perfect enough for me."

"Well, just trying to maintain muscle tone. Wow! You're a ballet dancer, huh? No wonder your figure is so appealing. It drove me to you like magnet to steel."

Charlize' eyes stared upward as if she had thanked the divine Lord for helping her lay the trap on him. 

"What do you do for a living Milo?" she asked still radiating a steady sweet smile.

"Well, my old man is in the construction business and I'm kind of holding a job in his office. You know trying to help." 

"Really? My late father was also in the construction business back home in Africa, building roads. Since he passed away it's my mom taking care of the business," she said trying to polish her New York accent. "I was born in South Africa and my father is French and my mom is German." 

"Oh wow! What a combination." Milo was eyeing her leg that she kept rubbing. "So how's your ballet career shaping up here New York?"

"I was already playing gigs when the knee injury sidelined me."

"Can I look at your leg? I am actually practicing Physical Therapy." 

"Sure, you can also touch it, I won't mind," she said softly removing her hands on her knees for him to take a better look at. 

Milo crouched before her knees. "Hmm," he said gently placing his hand over her knee. The touch shot languid flames warming between her legs. The other hand wrapped around the ankle and sole and pushed it upward a little bit rotating it clockwise and then on reverse.

"How does that feel?" 

Orgasmic! She thought but her lips just muttered "uh-uhh."

"Some cricks from the joints. Did you hear that?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think it's been healing by its own but just a little adjustment by a therapeutic massage would put it in a proper healing process." Both his hands wrapped on her knee and stroke inward quitting at mid thigh.

"Oh, that feels good. You've got magic fingers," she laughed demurely, masking a keen stimulation she just felt.

In the process of fidgeting with her knee and calf, Milo caught a quick glimpse of her white panties through the billowing leg opening of her shorts. He felt his blood raced and converged into his dick. He put back her leg down and rose to his crosstrainers. His six foot frame with an imposing bulge in his shorts gladdened her heart to know she had that effect on him.

"Can you do the massage thing for me and how much?" she asked staring at the bulge before averting to his eyes again.

He cocked one leg on the bench to conceal his erection and slapped his thigh shaking his head. "You don't have to pay, I do this thing to help people afflicted with what I could care to regenerate." 

Then he offered something that she might not refuse. "Can I buy you breakfast at Schnabbel's Café?" 

"Okay," she replied and the two walked out of the park. At the sidewalk café they became like old friends. 

Back in her apartelle, Charlize couldn't forget how he touched her leg and kept thinking of Milo all day. She couldn't wait to be back in the park and being with him.

^ ^ ^ Next morning, Charlize sauntered through the park in high spirits wearing black I Love NY T-shirt and a pair of heather gray shorts with side-split. She saw Milo doing some leg stretching. He was wearing an ivory mesh shirt and beige cotton shorts and Reebok Crosstrainers. 

Charlize waved and greeted him. 

"Hi! Charlize. It's good to see you again. How are you?" 

"I'm fine, thanks and how are you?" she asked. 

"Good, I'll show you some stretch exercises that'll be good for your knees and thighs." So he instructed her to follow him. Since she's a ballet dancer any form of exercise can agree with her.

"Remember the massage I told you? I can start it today. I don't have to hurry to the office."

"Oh, really? My place is just nearby."

Charlize lay down on her Cleopatra couch in her living room. Milo began to rub his hands with some oil mixed with herbs and then worked on Charlize's leg, first, with sweeping up motion starting from the foot. Charlize closed her eyes relishing every bit of his kneading, sensual hands. 

"How do you feel?" he asked. 

"Oh, great," she said looking up the ceiling eyes fluttering. Then his cell phone chirped. He frowned at the intrusion and read the message. " I hate this. Something important came up."

"Oh… I wish you could finish it today. But of course, I wouldn't stand in your way, if you really have to go." 

Milo sighed and looked at her. Gently, his head leaned toward her and planted an affectionate kiss on her lips. Charlize felt wonderfully relaxed and languorous. Her mouth parted a bit as his tongue played over her lips in fiery strokes, then skillfully slipped between them. Her heart raced. Everything seemed to be going fast. Milo slipped his hand underneath her top gathering up her left breast, tipping it out of the bra and capturing her erect nipple with his fingers. "Oh, I think you're getting beyond the leg massage." 

"I know but are you telling me that you don't like it?"

"No yes I mean…" She said feeling her sensitive nipples would burst at the sensation.

"Tell me if I should go on or not. I feel you've got beautiful tits and I wanna see them." The touch sent exquisite pleasure throughout her body that she was now answering his kisses with ardor. Her head reeling, the pleasure echoed between her thighs, pulsing warmly. She gasped and moaned.

He broke the kiss and knelt on the couch before her feet. Once again he touched her bare foot and then the other foot slipping off the sneaker as well as her ankle sox. He held one foot and tugged her toes one by one. She restrained the touchy tickle as he went to do the next. When he'd done with her feet, he pulled up his mesh shirt and revealed a golden tanned body with rippled abs. He wanted to impress her with his physique. 

"Wow," she cooed. 

He brought down one of his foot on the floor leaving the other cocked by the knee on the couch. Then he grasped her left foot, one hand on the instep the other below the sole and lifted it up to the level of his chest and rotated her bent leg gently clockwise and then counterclockwise. After several repeats he placed her foot flat against his chest. Then he leaned forward pressing her leg to bend as far as her knee was almost touching her breast. He made the other knee pointed outward by pressing gently on the inner thigh. He switched to the other leg and did the same thing. After that Milo let her foot slid to his hardness. Charlize took the opportunity to pause her foot over the bulge feeling him through the shorts. She saw the look of excitement in Milo's passion-dark eyes and the hunger she saw there sped liquid fire through her loins. Then Milo seized the right foot and bent it over to the left, with the other leg stretched out straight. Then he pressed down his hands on the side of the knee and hip giving a good stretch on the pelvic area. He did this too to the other leg. Lastly, he raised both feet pressing them against his chest and from thereon he leaned forward pushing the knees to her chest. 

By this time Milo knew the next best thing to do--spread her legs to access himself leaning on top of her. Charlize wrapped her arms around him and raked her fingers through his hair from the nape up as he reclaimed her mouth with his. She felt his hardness grind on her pussy and a sweet sensation throbbed within her. Though this is no longer a massage therapy for her knee, she's not one to refuse. A moan escaped her lips every time Milo pulled his lips away from her. He felt her boobs again and after awhile pulled up her shirt. He peeled off her bra and fondled her breasts, pressed them together so he could wag his tongue at her nipples like all at once. She arched her chest as Milo enforced his mouth to suck her nipples like they would grow big like those of nursing mothers in his mouth. Charlize restrained her screams as she found herself getting off from his suckling. When he let go of the nipples they appeared incredibly ripe and bigger and the circle around each was swollen. She felt her heart was beating at a mad pace.

At the throes of sensual passion, his cell phone chirped again. Milo slightly showed his being pissed off at the darn phone but answered the call just the same. 

As he stood on his knees on the couch, Charlize sat up and touched his muscled thighs. Her hands inched upward just below the legs of his shorts as he talked over the phone. Milo showed a mixed feeling of joy and being pissed off on his face as her hand sneaked under his shorts. When her hand was just short of reaching his balls, his hand trembled at his mobile phone in anticipation to Charlize's teasing effort.

Damn client had to wait, nothing could be as precious as this moment. To ignore this moment was tantamount to being insane. He thought and ended the conversation.

Milo broke a mirthful grin in his face as he gazed at her lovely face. She lay on her back and his gaze swept from top to bottom of her 5' 10" frame. Studying her finely molded face and body, he ached to possess her. Unable to hold back his aching desire, he tugged her Adidas shorts down with authority and she offered no resistance. Her white impeccable panties almost made him shoot his wad. 

She raised her knees and pressed them together out of modesty or the little self-consciousness that's still left in her. Milo closed his fingers on her knees spreading them apart. As her legs lay almost flat on the couch, she watched his face hovered above her gauzy cotton panties. They hugged very well the part it concealed. 

Charlize self-consciously became anxious of how she smelled down there. But as often as always she washes herself with soap and water as her mother taught her the proper hygiene. Never in her life had a guy got his face this close to her pussy nor intended to go down on her. She gave oral sex once to a band member but was never reciprocated. But once Milo drew his lips down on her and started swirling through the smooth fabric of her nice panties, she sucked an awful amount of air and any remnant of resistance was swept away, and she felt as if she were drowning in a great undertow of passion.

Rubbing his mug to feel her pubic hair through her panties and that soft mound of hers was utterly the greatest. To Milo the taste of sweat and musky smell of a woman was divine. Milo smoothed his palm over her thighs moving up to her groin. His fingertips sneaked a little bit along the panty legs lifting them up so some of her pubic hair lurked out on view and having the material stretched marked the outline of her pussy. Then he let go of the panties snapping back to her skin and he kissed around the vicinity of her sex. She felt tormented by pleasure and started breathing heavily. As his lips assaulted her groin his fingers hooked on the sides of her panties. He began drawing them down and she lifted her ass as her panties slid over her thighs unveiling her pussy to his smoky eyes. Greg smelled the arousal of her pussy. The honey-brown hair was moistened along the cleft. 

"This is divine," he responded examining her meticulously.

"What's so divine about that?"

"Cue the violins if I may sound so cheesy. It's your pussy lips."

"My um…?"

"Yeah, your vertical smiling lips, your inner labia. Some girls' lips are all tucked up inside and hidden away. But yours are um…you are anatomically blessed by nature with inner lips showing themselves off in all their fullest glory, they protrude and spread nicely outwards."

"Really? I never heard of that commentary even from girls. Are you some sort of a connoisseur of pussies?" 

"My father used to have tons of magazines about naturists and my parents had posed in one of them when they were young and newly-married." Charlize listened to him intently forgetting about her pussy on show and began to relax languorously.

"And then?" 

"I discovered them when I was a kid and from then on I began sneaking copies into my bedroom and studying the shapes and sizes of the female anatomy. That's when I discovered jacking off," he cracked with a wicked grin.

"Now back to my outlandish pussy as you seem to describe," she said and he gazed back to her pussy.

"Yeah, and what's more, with nicely spread inner lips like yours, it tells of how aroused and receptive you're getting and there's a song by the Beatles that I like to paraphrase at this instant if you care to know what I mean." 

"Getting wetter all the time," he sang.

"The wetter the better," he sniggered.

Charlize, without even seeming to think, instinctively placed the middle finger of her left hand between her parted lips and then looked down as she retrieved it. She was surprised just how covered in her own juices it was. 

"Hmmm, it's amazing how wet it really had become," she said in an almost embarrassed tone, blushing slightly. 

Milo grabbed her hand and sucked off her wet finger licking it like it was dipped in a cake's icing. Her eyes shot a wide-eye look. He edged his face closer to her pussy and blew on the hair. Lo and behold! The inner lips blossomed out of its own accord and goose bumps rose on her skin.

"Wow! A pussy to die for. Had it not for the hair I could have been killed."

"What about the hair?"

"Nothing to it. It's just wild and thick almost concealing your exquisite, generously endowed pussy lips."

"I'll shave it for you the next time. I want to see you die," she chuckled.

"That's for sure and I'll get buried there and see heaven."

"What are you supposed to do now?" A beat. "Are you going to massage that too?"

Milo glanced at her face. "Place your finger over your pussy."

"Hah?" She was jolted but obliged. "Like this?" she said placing her middle finger between the outstretched lips, while timidly looking at Milo, almost child-like, as if seeking his approval. . "Higher, you know like you would play yourself-- around the clit area."

"Oh, I'm bashful to do what you think I have to do."

"Just play, play it for me."

Immediately her finger started to rhythmically massage herself around her exposed clit and upper lips area, asking if this was what he wanted. 

"Yes, that's lovely, absolutely lovely," Milo replied. 

She began quite slowly and gently and then eventually began to quicken her pace. Rubbing much faster and harder now, concentrating more on around her clit than anywhere else, she started to writhe and moan. Milo drew his lips to her pussy, pushed away her finger and replaced it with his. With his forefinger and thumb he clamped one outer lip and pulled it up and threw feathered licks into her moist pink feminine folds. 

"Hmmm, this is gourmet pussy," Milo said licking the oyster soft petal lips of her pussy. He ran his tongue from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he was tracing one side of the parenthesis. Her breath caught in her throat, and she seemed to be floating away on waves of exquisite pleasure.

"You're so lovely," he whispered against her downy hair. "So very lovely." He repeated tracing his tongue at the lower inside part of one inner lip, stopping over above the clit hood and finishing at the lower inside part of the other. Then he pushed a finger inside her, in and out while twisting at the wrist and lapped up her clit with his tongue remembering the pressure she had put over on that with her finger. Charlize couldn't utter a word. Her breathing became choppy and hips bucked and thrust against his face. She didn't know if she would urinate or what. It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt and tears of bliss were smarting her eyes. She fondled her breasts not sparing to pinch her tiny nipples, which stood like bullet heads between her fingers. She was hot and on the brink and Milo simply knew what he had to do. "Oh…ohhh….That's so good…so good," Charlize whined.




The Crush



Suddenly she lifted her ass off the sofa, grabbed his head and clutched his hair. She bit her lower lip to stifle a scream and lifted her head for a second then tossed it back. "OOOOHHHHHhhhhhhhhh" she groaned. Milo looked at her face, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth open, gasping and her face a bright crimson that seemed to extend down her neck and across her upper chest. 

A moment later, Charlize hips dropped back to the sofa, her eyes sprang open. Just in time his cell phone chirped again. "Damn phone where is it?" He found it somewhere in the sofa and placed it on his ear. 

"Hello! Yeah, yeah. Look I've got a…" his voice tailed off as Charlize sat up while he was kneeling between her legs. The bulge in his short was prominent. She felt it and without further ado tugged his shorts down. His dick sprang like it had been spring loaded!" he almost barked continuing what he was saying over the phone. "Never you mind. Look I can't leave like this till I get this soft, ok," he said and clicked off the phone. Charlize giggled. 

"It's hard as a rock," she said stroking the shaft up and down with her white graceful hand. "Who're you talking to?"

"My old pappy." 

Papa's boy. Charlize thought.

"Suck it Charlize," he commanded in a low voice. There was dew drop at the tip of his cock. She glanced up at him and licked her lips across. Reading his reaction, she slipped the head between her lips wetting it with her tongue until her hand could grease her stroking. More of his pre-cum fluid oozed and mixed with her saliva. As she pushed and pulled the head between her lips, her hand stroked the shaft with twisting motion. Milo's dick was long with the just the right girth velvety soft and hard at her touch. She plunged it deeper in her mouth, not entirely but enough for Milo to moan audibly. The pleasure was intense that when she resurfaced, the shape of his cock had bent to a curve, like a bomerang.

"Admirable," he tremulously croaked.

"You like it?" 

"Absolutely.Yeah…" he replied hissing. She continued the oral action letting her cheek bulge to show she's got a mouthful of his cock.

"Tell me if you swallow or not cause I'm coming! It's been awhile… Oh God…you're utterly good!"

"I've never swallowed but…"

"Then jerk me off, I can't hold out anymore!" His face all screwed up.

She slipped his cock out of her mouth and pumped her a fist. "Are you ready for this I don't want to mess your face with my ejaculation."

"Make it, I wanna see you shoot," she said encouragingly. 

"Brave soul. Alright pump faster, here goes!" He grunted and blasted ropes of cum one after the other hitting her face, glazing her like some Dunkin do-nut marbled something. 

"Up here baby," he said lifting her by the armpit and he kissed her cum-laced mouth, not minding the warm sperm sliming out of her mouth.

"You're fantastic. Let's have a date tonight okay. I want to spend more time with you. Now I have to run along."

They hugged kneeling.

"7:30 tonight. I'll pick you up. That alright?" he said and hurriedly dressed back.

"Promise?"

"Won't let you down. I'll see you."

"Then I'll wait for you."

When he left, Charlize jumped up and down the sofa. "I got him and tonight we'll fuck and fuck until the broad daylight. Yeyyyyyy!" she shouted with joy throwing her fists in the air. Got to use the diaphragm she remembered. 

* * * 



The Crush



"Ashley!" Lisa leaned over to say in the middle of their third period English class. "Ashley!" 

"What?" she replied.

"Did you hear? Andrew's turning 19! There's a huge party tonight because he just broke up with Emily! This is my chance!" 

Ashley just blinked "Andrew who?"

"What kind of question is that?" Lisa snapped playfully, "He's only the most popular, not to mention hottest guy in the whole world!" 

Ashley laughed. "You know you have zero chance of getting with him, everyone wants him. What makes you so special?" 

"Don't you get it? All I have to do is chat him up until the conversation leads to Emily, then when he gets all teary eyed and vulnerable, I can just run my fingers through his hair and comfort him. After that he'll be easy." 

"You're evil, you know that don't you?" Ashley replied with a smile. 

"Girls!" yelled Professor Gibson, from the front of the class.

"Sorry sir!" said Lisa and Ashley simultaneously.

*** 

All my life, I've been Andrew, that guy who always had to have the sexy cheerleader girlfriend. This time around her name was Emily. What she lacked in personality, she made up for in pure, unadulterated sex-appeal. She dumped me last week so the day of my nineteenth birthday, I threw myself a party. I don't really remember much of it. Just that some chick was sitting next to me on a couch going on and on about how she felt bad that Emily dumped me or something like that. I wasn't really listening. I started thinking about who I was going to hang out with now that Emily was gone. Then it hit me that there was no one. No one real. I never had a friend that was completely mine -- until I met Jeff. 

***

He was cool like I couldn't believe. I watched him step into my crowded living room, and could tell that all eyes were on him. He had this short, spiky, jet black hair that sort of stood on end. He wore an awesome white oversized polo shirt that made him look damn cool. But the one thing that really got me was the watch, that huge shiny Rolex-looking object on his fairly thin wrists. It looked so good. When I saw him, I felt a strong feeling that I couldn't explain, but I shrugged it off as envy. I mean, it wouldn't hurt to be just like that guy. The chicks were all over him the minute he stepped into the room with his white, Reebok high tops. It took me at least a few minutes to attract girls. But whatever, I thought; trying to shrug if off, tonight was my birthday. Tonight I was going to get laid!

***

Days later, I caught up with this guy on the basketball court. Damn! That guy could play! I watched in awe as he scored free-throw after free-throw.

" How'd you learn to play like that?!"

"Ya" he laughed. I am good aren't I?" 

I was so mesmerized by his movement; I almost forgot what I came for.

"Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Depending on what" he replied, still playing.

"I noticed how popular you are with the chicks and decided that well," I laughed as I pretended to look him over, "It couldn't possibly be your looks. So it must be your style."

'Uh-huh' said the blank stare on his face after he had stopped playing basketball to listen to me.

'Shit!' I thought to my self. 'He probably thinks I'm stupid.' Though I couldn't figure out why I had to get to know this guy. My head said 'Fuck this! You don't need any help! You're hot! That guy couldn't teach you anything you don't already know.' And I started to walk away-- in my head at least. But my feet wouldn't let me.

"I was hoping you could show me... how to be... how to have style, like you..." Damn that sounded dumb.

It felt like it took an eternity for him to respond until he finally said "You know what? Sure. Whatever. It'll be my good deed for the year. He looked at that watch which was slightly slipping off his wrist for a second and said "Right now I gotta jet, but meet me here tomorrow morning and we'll start."

"Sure" I replied gratefully as he walked off.

***

The next morning I got to the court early to do some thinking. I felt like backing out. This was ridiculous. I wasn't that bad with the ladies. I just wasn't the best. I'm sure I got laid just as much as he did. I began to wonder why I was really doing this when he walked toward me.

"Early? Nono, man never early. That's rule one"

"That's it?" I said with a smile. "If all you're gonna teach me is this fashionably late crap then I might as well just—"

"No fool, the point of being late is so that everyone can see what you're wearing when you walk in the door."

"Um, isn't that chick stuff?"

"Rule two. Never hesitate to do exactly what you want to do. By the way, I'm Jeff." 

"Andrew"

He picked up his ball. "Wanna play?"

"Sure"

I'm not sure why I said yes. I wasn't really that good at basketball, but anything this guy could teach me, I was willing to learn. Maybe I shouldn't have said yes because he had whipped my ass before the end of the game

"Ya, um, not bad, but you don't have the kind of game that the ladies like. Tell you what, meet me here same time every morning and we'll play again. Maybe you'll learn something."

"Sure, Later."

***

After weeks of this, we be came pretty good friends, and I became a half decent basketball player. I stopped hanging out with people and started spending most of my time with Jeff. 

"Doesn't this kind of defeat the purpose?" Said Jeff as he sat down next to me after a long game in some serious heat.

"What?"

"Doesn't this defeat the purpose? I mean, I spend all my time teaching you the skills and you don't even use them."

"I dunno. I just never had the chance." 

I knew that wasn't true. There was plenty of time chicks were doing some serious flirting and I didn't respond. They just didn't feel too important to me. Jeff never passed up the opportunity to get with a girl, and with every day that passed it annoyed me more and more.

"I'm going to Florida for spring break." said Jeff suddenly.

I must have sounded a little panicked when I said "That was sort of unexpected. And you didn't tell me?"

"Why would I? When did it become your business? You'll be here when I come back. We can continue then."

Only then did I realize how weird I sounded. Every time I stopped to think about it, I would be interrupted and forget about it completely. Now it was getting out of hand. What was wrong with me?

"Uh yeah. Great. Cool. Look, I just remembered something I have to take care of so..." I said nervously, while backing away. I seriously had to do some thinking.

"Okay whatever, but I'm leaving tomorrow so I'll see you in two weeks."

"Uh ya. Bye" I said as I hurried off.

***

By the time I got back to my room, I had decided that I didn't want to think about it anymore. The thing that made me sick was that I knew what was wrong with me. I couldn't stand it. If I didn't forget about this now, it would change the rest of my life. I decided to push it deep down inside me and never think about it again.

I thought everything would be fine. I thought that if I didn't think about it, it would just go away. Was it even possible to be more wrong? Everything that happened reminded me of Jeff which was weird because as far as he was concerned, we were just friends. It wouldn't be right for us to be anything more. But still, it would feel really good get him alone and— Oh my God. Where the fuck did that come from? And then it hit me like a ton of fucking bricks— I was in love with Jeff. Damn. Every time his movement fascinated me, every time his flirting bothered me, every time he made me nervous, every time I was depressed when he wasn't around— it meant a lot more than envy. It meant a lot more than admiration. It was love. But I wasn't gay. I couldn't be. I've had so many chicks under me; it would put a rock star to shame. But there was just something special about him that made me want him more each and every day. I was starting to scare my self. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't deny loving him but I couldn't live with myself if I did either. If only I knew if he felt the same way.

***

When he finally came back, I was thrilled to see him again. You know, just to see if he looked different. At the same time I was terrified that I might do something that I regretted, and lose him forever. When Jeff walked towards me, it took everything I had not to jump on him.

"Hey Andrew!" 

I couldn't help it. I wanted to kiss him. I never kissed a guy before but this felt... right. I wanted him to hold me and tell me that everything would be fine. 

"Hey, it's great to see you Andrew but I gotta jet. I promised this girl I would call her when I got back." No such luck.

"Ya. Cool. We'll catch up later." I said with a look of sadness on my face. He must have caught on because he quickly said "Look, I'll catch you at Adam's 'Dress to Get Laid' party tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

***

I'd been pacing back and fourth in the downstairs living room of Adam's huge house during his huge "Dress to Get Laid" party when I decided that Jeff wasn't going to show up. Why would he? It's like a fucking orgy. How can you show up to a fucking orgy with a guy? Or maybe he was trying to teach me some kind of lesson about being fashionably late. Whatever it was, it didn't matter because just then he walked into the room.

"Hey sorry. I was a little tied up. Do you wanna go upstairs? Somewhere a little more quiet?"

My heart started beating a little bit faster

"To review" he said.

"Oh. Oh yeah. Sure."

***

"Nono, not like that. You have to take bigger steps when you walk." He said as he sat on the leather couch in the study of Adam's father. It was like a library. Like the kind of places you see in movies. It was all dark and silent, with a huge classic pool table in the corner of the room. A single beam of what seemed like daylight shone through the huge wooden doors.

"Damn. Look. I'll show you," he said as he got up, beer cup in hand.

With and exaggerated sigh, I sat down and watched him stand up and walk that

awesome walk of his. He looked hotter than ever. All I wanted was one kiss. That's all I could hope for. But I didn't have the balls to do it. He would walk away from me and I would never see him again. But then there was always that mind numbing possibility that everything could work out fine. That he would kiss me back and we could... be together— what ever that meant. But it didn't matter because I could never do it. I also bothered me that if I kissed him tonight, I would be gay. Girls are hot. I can't deny that, but that was just sex. I had never been in love. I didn't know that I would be ready to deal with that. Suddenly, Jeff's words played in my mind. 'Rule two; never hesitate to do exactly what you want to do.' Never set limits. That was all it took. All it took for me, to ditch my fear and stand up.

"Ready to try again—"he said, or rather tried to say. He was interrupted by my tongue. Fuck. I was really doing this. I was terrified but somehow, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was here right now kissing the guy that I loved. A really long, really deep, man on man, kiss. Suddenly he pulled back looking stunned. 'Damn' I thought. 'He's going to run.' This was all a huge mistake. If only I hadn't listened to myself. I'm such a fool. How could I think he could like me back?' 

"Look, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry. Look, I'll understand if you want to hate me—" and to my surprise, he grabbed me and kissed me exactly the same way that I had only moments earlier.

*** 

My life just felt so surreal that night. As I was running my fingers through his jelled spiky hair, he hastily reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head once I had raised my arms. He quickly went back to putting his hands all over me. It felt odd because I was usually the one feeling people up. We stumbled over to the pool table, our lips never parting, where we both realized that this was it. It was do or die time and there was no turning back. I could feel him through my jeans as he leaned on the pool table behind me and pulled at my zipper. I clumsily pushed my jeans off and kicked them across the room before turning around to remove his. He removed his shirt by himself. 'That's the first time I've ever seen those sexy abs...' I thought to my self. Sexy abs? Did I just say did I just think that his abs were sexy? I couldn't deal with myself any longer. I hated to admit it, but I was terrified.

"Wait, Stop." I said to him.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't do this... I'm kind of...scared."

"What's there to be scared of? If you feel like it, do it." "Listen, don't you get it? If we go through with this tonight, we'll be... gay. I don't know if I'm ready to deal with that."

"Have I taught you nothing?" He said with a smile. "There are no rules when it comes to things like this. If you don't want to be labelled then don't label your self. You want me, I want you. That's all it has to be."

I realized he was right. He made me feel so much better. 

"Wait, what about the lube?"

Jeff smiled. "This is practically an orgy", he said as he reached into the drawer next to him and pulled out a handful of condoms and a tube of KY, complete with a note taped on the lid that said "Compliments of Adam."

"FUCK!" I screamed. It hurt like hell. I knew it wasn't but it felt like ten feet of rock hard cock plowing into my ass. I heard that for a lot of people, sex isn't about pleasure. It's about intimacy. It's about getting as close as you possibly can to someone. It hurt like hell but then why did it feel so fucking good? I felt like electricity was going through my body. I could hear him panting. I could feel breath on the back of my neck, and I couldn't keep still if I tried. Slowly the pain subsided and it became pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. It just felt so... good! It made me feel weird because it was like I was enjoying it too much. I was always the one making girls feel like this but the tables had turned. I wanted to be held by Jeff. I wanted his arms to wrap around me and to make me feel safe. Most of all, I wanted him inside me. This was a whole new world for me...

***

By the next morning I couldn't walk straight. I couldn't sit down with out flinching which made me paranoid. Like everyone knew. I really, really liked Jeff but I'm not sure I was ready for that. I was attempting to walk across campus to my next class when Jeff came up from behind me and slapped me on the back.

"Hey Andy" Damn that was cute. "Seriously, don't walk like that. People will know."

He hesitated.

"Look, can we talk?"

"Okay sure. When?"

"Right now. Follow me."

He led me inside one of the buildings and behind the stairwell where we could talk in private. 

"About last night" he said at last "Have you ever done that before?"

"No you were my first. Have you?" I said with a smile.

"Never, that's why, I think it's best we don't tell anyone."

My heart sank. "Why the hell not?"

He hesitated. "Look, I'm... I'm kind of an important guy and..."

"AND?" I said angrily. He didn't answer.

"No tell me Jeff, what the fuck does being important have anything to do with who you sleep with?!" more silence.

"Oh my god. You're fucking scared aren't you?! Aren't you—" I shouted.

"Yes okay! Yes!" He said with a choked voice. "Is that what you wanted to hear? Yes. I'm fucking scared of what people are going to say when they find out, that I like guys!" I was stunned. "Aren't you the one who said, that you should never hesitate to do exactly what you want to do? That includes be exactly who you want to be." 

"Look, Andrew, all I have are the chicks, and the crew. If anyone finds out who I am, then the chicks leave, and once the chicks are gone, my fucking entourage is gone, which means that I've got no one."

I looked into his eyes, annoyed that he would say that and whispered, "You've got me." Jeff half smiled. "Jeff. I've been your best friend for like, six months now. I'm not going anywhere, even if you're not popular anymore." He gave me a genuinely puzzled look. "Why?"

"It's because... It's because I think I love you. And Jeff," I said with a sigh "If you're not ready for this, I'll wait for you, but you do have to do it eventually."

"Thank you so much"

He stood looking at me for a second until he finally said, "So... you want to make out?"

And just like that, I was under his spell again.

"I thought you were scared" I said playfully.

He leered at me "No one's looking" he said as his lips met mine. "And besides, you're fucking irresistible..."

*** 

For the next few weeks, Jeff and I would meet all over the school just to have sex. It was so much fun, like we were having an affair, though neither of us were really married.

Occasionally I would catch him flirting with chicks but that was only so that Jeff could keep his sanity. Then I would walk up to Jeff, tell him that I needed him for something important, and off we would go to do whatever we wanted. He was really paranoid and less laid back then he used to be. We hardly ever went to my room anymore because he was afraid someone would be suspicious. He was all over some girl by the wall next to the basketball courts, when I showed up to talk to him.

"Jeff. Jeff, I need to talk to you."

"Can't you see that I'm busy?" I thought this was just for dramatic effect so I tried again.

"Jeff this is really important"

"Dude, do you not know when to fuck off?!" he yelled.

"Look, if you have stuff to do, I'll catch you later okay?" the girl said as she walked off.

"What the hell was that for?!" he said angrily

"Did I miss something? Wasn't that the part where you blow her off, so that we can go make out?"

"Look, I don't think that this... is such a great idea anymore. I can't do it."

"What? Why? I thought we agreed..."

"Fuck what we agreed! I can't do it, this is all I have. This is who I'm supposed to be. If I do what you want me to do, my life will change forever."

"No fucking kidding!" I snapped sarcastically. "And you don't think that mine is too? Jeff, I'm in the exact same boat as you are. Girls want me just as badly as they want you. I never had a real friend before until now. Just like you. Like what you said, I want you, you want me—"

"But what will other people say?"

I looked at him with wide eyes. "FUCK OTHER PEOPLE!" We were full on yelling now. "What are you scared of?"

"Me." And with that, he turned around and left.

***

Days later I was walking around campus, pissed at Jeff for being such a pussy, and I spotted him. I really didn't give a fuck about what he thought but I was still not above petty revenge. The asshole would get the same treatment he gave me. I looked around for the nearest girl I could find. She was just having a conversation, with all her friends it seemed, because there were at least twenty girls around her.

"Hey gorgeous" I said to her, "What's your name?" 

"What?" She said "Andrew? Andrew, it's me. Lisa. We had sex at your 19th birthday party remember? Andrew?! Are you even listening to me?" 

"Uh huh" I said. I wasn't really paying attention. I kept glancing back to see if Jeff was still looking.

"So, um..." I said kind of nervously, "You have beautiful lips." 

"Ya, well Andrew, one would think you would have noticed when we were making out at YOUR party in October--" 

"Uh huh." I said as I glanced back at him for the thousandth time that day. I couldn't stand being mad at him, but he left me no choice. As much as I loved him, I was still pissed. He started walking towards me so I grabbed the girl by the neck and kissed her using lots of tongue. A really deep, lusty, yet passionless kiss.

It felt like I had been kissing this girl for ever. It really sucked. It was like I had tasted heaven only to return to earth, which only paled in comparison. I was just about to give up and leave when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see who it was. Jeff. "What do you want? You shouldn't be hanging with me or people will start saying things." I said callously.




The Crush



"What I want," he said as he tenderly pulled my face towards his, "is you." And with a kiss he breathed "I love you." Before the crowd that surrounded them.



The Crush



A Big 'Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for taking the time out of her busy schedule to edit this story for me and make it a much better read.

**** 

"Wow! What a knockout," I said to my friend Lee.

We were both computer nerds in our first year at the university. One afternoon while working together on a software program, an older woman walked in. She was probably in her thirties and built like a brick shit house. Everything about her made me think of a supermodel. I got a hard-on just looking at her.

Lee's tongue hung out of his mouth as we tried to figure out why she was in our classroom. Melinda, one of the girls in our class, laughed at us.

"Jeez, Tom, put your eyes back in your head. She's a sexy woman but I guarantee she doesn't know you exist."

"Damn, I've never seen a woman up close who looked like that. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I replied.

I could tell that pissed Mel off because she had a slight crush on me. We were just good friends and had been since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood. She even chose the same university I did, going into nursing.

In high school I studied hard so I could make it to college. I didn't play sports because I didn't want to give up so much study time. During our senior year I found out my girlfriend was cheating on me. After a nasty confrontation, we broke up. It really hurt me but the only one to notice was Mel. She was always there for me but I was too young and immature to see it.

Lee and I were still watching the gorgeous woman with our instructor, Mr. Dobson. He was trying to hold his stomach in while they talked, which made us laugh. 

"Tom, will you come here for a minute?"

I was surprised when Mr. Dobson called me, but I went to see what he wanted.

"Tom, this is Sandra Grayson. She's the owner of a chain of boutiques. For the next couple of months she will be learning some of the business software you and others have programmed. I want you to work with her on the days she's here so she can best understand how they work."

I looked up at the beauty in front of me. She looked flawless. 

"It's very nice to meet you. I'll be more than happy to help you as much as possible, Mrs. Grayson," I replied.

She smiled at me before speaking. "Thank you, Tom. First, I'm not married. Second, if we're going to work together you can call me Sandy—all my friends do."

She had a beautiful soft voice that made me forget about computers. After a few more instructions, Mr. Dobson went to talk to some of the other students.

Sandy mentioned Mr. Dobson gave her the okay to come in on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. My classes would be over by then but I had no problem coming back to help her however I could. By then the lab would be empty, so we would be alone. I already looked forward to seeing her.

I met her in the computer lab the following Tuesday. She was a fast learner and picked up on the programs very easily. 

"Do you have a girlfriend, Tom?"

Maybe it was her voice, but it seemed as if she was flirting with me. Before I could answer, she chuckled.

"Don't tell me the girls here don't want to go out with a hunk like you."

"I don't date much. Most of my free time I spend here in the lab. Or I exercise. And I'm taking a massage class," I said, mentioning the class as a way to impress her.

"Ooh, let me see your hands," she said, taking them in hers. "They look soft and yet feel so strong. I have a slight stiff neck from all this studying. Would you mind rubbing it?"

I was nervous but didn't refuse. Standing behind her, I began working the muscles in her neck. But the thoughts that went through my head were making me hard. She wore a loose blouse that tied around her midriff and a short denim skirt. Soon she was sighing and making all sorts of sexy sounds. 

"Tom, that feels so good. God, I wish you could do that all night."

I don't know what made me say it but I did. "I'm here for you as long as you need me. I was told to help you with all your needs."

"That feels so good. I wish you could rub my back. It's so tense."

"I can do that; I don't mind." 

One hand dropped to her back, kneading her skin. The light floral scent of her cologne tickled my nose, sending a jolt through my entire body. 

"We can't do it here, Tom. Someone might walk by and take it the wrong way," she said.

"We can go to my place. On Tuesday nights my roommates go to the science hall. No one will bother us there. It's not far, so you can follow me and drive home from there." 

I felt as if my words were racing each other to get out. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I don't want to take advantage of your massage skills. I'll even pay you to get rid of this tension."

"Oh no, I could never accept money from you," I said.

I lived in a rooming house with four other guys who all were weird but mostly because they were so extremely smart. They were all science majors and could split an atom but didn't know how to go about getting a date. Still, they were my friends and I always stood up for them.

After locking the lab, we headed to my house. And I was right—no one was home. Sandy followed me in to my room and started to unbutton her blouse while staring at me.

"I need to take this off for you to rub my back, don't I?" 

She gave me a slight grin when she saw I was breathing hard. When she opened her blouse and I saw her sexy bra, I thought I was dreaming. Her tits looked as if they wanted to escape from her bra and I couldn't help but stare.

Giving me a smile, she laid across my bed on her tummy. The mini skirt rode up her thighs and I could see part of her panties.

"Come here Tom; let me feel those strong fingers do their thing."

I got on the bed and started massaging her shoulders. She felt so soft and warm. Soon I got bolder and straddled her butt while working on her back. She had to be able to feel my cock against her ass even though I was fully dressed. 

"Oh Tom, that feels so good. Undo my bra so you can do my whole back." 

I wasn't sure if she meant my cock against her ass or the back rub. It wasn't long before she was making little whimpering sounds again. When I rubbed her sides I felt her tits and my cock got harder yet.

When I got to her waist I scooted down and straddled one thigh. Without asking I slid the zipper on her skirt down. Figuring she would tell me to stop any minute, I took a deep breath when she didn't. Just as I touched the upper part of her butt cheeks she moved.

"Let me slip off my skirt so I don't get it wrinkled." 

With a little twist and turn she had it off, hooked her thumbs into her pink panties, and pulled them off too. I stood there looking at her, beautiful from head to toe, her blonde bush trimmed ever so neatly. Her breasts looked perfect with large areoles. 

"Tom, make love to me. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."

I didn't have to hear that twice. It didn't matter how old she was; all I saw was the most beautiful naked girl lying on my bed. Stripping, I went to her and started caressing her tits.

"Easy now Tom, you can play with them but don't hurt them."

Over the next two hours she became my sex teacher, explaining how she liked her tits and pussy played with. Then she told me I didn't need a condom because she was on the pill. I fucked her twice that first night. After I came the first time, my cock hardly got soft. Then she told me to lie on my back and she rode me till I came again. Just the way she was talking dirty and telling me how much she wanted me was enough to set me off. 

"Promise you'll keep this a secret." 

"Why? You said you weren't seeing anyone. I want to tell the world."

"Please Tom, lots of people wouldn't understand. You see, I'm not thirty-three, I'm forty, and people would be making fun of us. Let's just keep it a secret between us for now. If it all works out, we'll tell the world later.

"I have my business and people would wonder why my lover was so much younger. That's not including my family and yours. We need to take it a day at a time. I'll be here for you every Tuesday and Thursday."

Even though I wanted to tell everyone, I knew I would do as she said. The woman had me twisted in knots. 

The next day at school Mel came up to me. "You look different, you seem awfully happy. What's going on?"

Mel always could read me like a book. Lying to her would be almost useless but I promised Sandy I wouldn't tell anyone.

"I guess it was working with Sandy last night. She's such a nice lady and being around her makes me feel good."

"You idiot, she's nothing but a cougar," Mel remarked.

"What's a cougar? She's just a sexy good looking woman, especially for her age. Remember we thought she was in her thirties? Well she's forty. Now that's looking good."

"Get over it!" remarked Mel. "A cougar is an older woman who goes after dumb good looking young guys like you. They figure they can control the relationship and that young guys have more staying power. After a month or two, they drop their latest sucker and go find a new one to teach."

"Sandy isn't like that. She's a nice woman," I replied.

"God no, you had sex with her already, didn't you?"

"I um, no um, we just talked. I know she's not a cougar woman."

"Christ Tom, how could you be so stupid? Damn, it must be your hormones talking. When she dumps you, I'll be there, you stupid bastard."

Mel walked away looking mad and sad. She was my best friend but I hoped she was wrong. I was in love with Sandy—or at least with the sex.

For the next month and a half Sandy and I went to my room and had sex every Tuesday and Thursday. She gave me the best blowjobs of my young life. I couldn't believe she kept my cock in her mouth and then swallowed every bit when I came.

She taught me how to eat her pussy, but making love to her was the best. All the dirty talk about how much she loved fucking me really got me going. A couple of times she asked me to do her ass. I'd heard people did it but that was a first for me. It was great but I liked fucking her pussy the best. I wanted it to last forever and I thought that just maybe it might. But then Mel brought me back down to earth.

"Tom, I don't want to see you get hurt. I know that woman is just using you and I can't just stand by without at least talking to you about it. We've been good friends for too long." 

"Why are you so against me seeing Sandy? She never did anything to you."

"Yes she has. She took the guy away from me who I cared for my whole life. Tom, you two have nothing in common but sex; can't you see that? You've never met her family or friends. You haven't gone to dinner or even a movie. You're nothing but her boy toy and that hurts me."

"No, you're wrong. She said we'll date outwardly later, just not now because people wouldn't understand. I think she really cares for me."

"Tom, I didn't want to tell you this because I wanted you to get her out of your system. But, she's engaged."

"No, you're lying. You're just saying that. She told me she didn't have anyone in her life."

"I was in my cousin's bridal gown shop the other day. She has known your Sandy most of her life. Sandy was there trying on a wedding dress. Her future husband was there with her, and they were kissing. Of course she never recognized me. My cousin said the man worked at the university. I'm sorry, but you needed to know."

I sat there feeling like an idiot. The one thing I knew was that Mel would never lie to me. I guess I was just a boy toy. Damn, how stupid I was to think Sandy cared for me.

Mel came over and put her arms around me. She could tell I was hurt emotionally. But I didn't want to talk to her, so I went back to my room and moped around feeling sorry for myself. 

I was working on a computer during class the next morning when Dean Elliot came up to me. All sorts of things went through my mind. 

"Are you Tom Spencer?" he asked.

"Yes, I am."

"I'm Dean Elliot, and I want to thank you for teaching my fiancé how to use the programs she needs to run her business. I'll see that your willingness to assist her goes on your record. I stopped in to let you know she won't be back. We're getting married on Valentine's Day and she's busy finalizing plans.

"I want to thank you again for helping her out. We both really appreciate it. Since she won't be seeing you again, she asked me to come in her place. She'll never forget it."

He took me by surprise. Probably in his fifties, he seemed like a nice guy. Yet she was cheating on him. It made me feel like a bastard. He deserved better than he was getting, but there was no way I could tell him.

****

I decided that I was going to get even with Sandy. The sex with her was great, the absolute best, but she lied and messed with my emotions. For that I couldn't forgive her. Now I was thinking with my brain instead of my cock, and I wanted revenge.

I talked with my geek roommates and asked them if they could concoct some sort of light drug that in a small dose would make a woman want to have sex. Their eyes had bulged out when they had seen Sandy leave the apartment a few times, but they didn't ask any questions. They must have been able to figure out it was for her though. 

They got together and made up a small vial of liquid. It was near tasteless but they said to inject it into something solid. One of the guys cautioned me that the woman shouldn't have too large of a dose or she could become like a nymphomaniac.

After class I went and bought a heart shaped box of chocolates. I carefully opened it and then used a syringe to put a small amount of liquid into eight of the ten chocolates inside. The two pieces not injected were a different shape, so it was easy for me to remember which ones they were. Then I rewrapped the box.

On Saturday morning I went to Sandy's home. She answered the door and was totally surprised. Somehow she wasn't quite as sexy in the morning. I guess she didn't have time for all the make-up, though she still looked good.

"Tom! What are you doing here? Didn't Dean Elliot talk to you? How did you find out where I live? You better step in before the neighbors see you."

Her house was very beautiful, but that was no surprise. She had on a sexy robe, and her hair was wet so I figured she just got out of the shower.

"I got your address off the internet. After all, I am a computer geek. Even though we're no longer seeing each other I wanted to bring you a box of Valentine's Day candy." 

"You shouldn't have, but thank you. Tom, I'm sorry for lying to you. I knew if I told you I was getting married you wouldn't have slept with me. I hope you don't hate me for it. Our time together was special and I'll always remember it."

I could tell she was just trying to work on me again. She was good at it. Then she opened the box of chocolates and offered me one. I took one of the two pieces without the drug, and unbeknownst to her, she took one with it. We talked a couple of minutes and she took a second chocolate. 

"These are really good; they make me feel so warm inside."

I took the other non-drugged one when she held the box out to me. The drug must have started working because she leaned against me and ran her hand over my chest.

"Tom, would you make love to me one more time?" 

Taking my hand even before I answered, she led me to her bedroom. Slipping her robe off, I felt the familiar swelling at the sight of her. I couldn't believe when she ate another piece of candy before lying on the bed.

"Make love to me, Tom; I want it so bad. Fuck me just the way I showed you."

I quickly stripped, climbed on her, and fucked her hard. I squeezed her nipples and made her scream out. "More, more, I need more Tom, fuck me, fuck me hard."

The drugs were working and I knew she ate too many chocolates, but it was too late to do anything about it. I was all over her body rubbing and squeezing her tits. Pulling my cock out, I used my fingers to fuck her as hard and fast as I could.

She still wanted more, begging me to get up and get her vibrator. Holding it against her pussy, she began making all kind of strange noises. I had never seen her act that way before and it scared me. So I called my friends and asked them what to do. 

One of the guys told me it would wear off in a couple of hours and she would just go to sleep. But I could never keep going for that long. So I asked them to come over and help me out. They couldn't believe their luck but were a bit worried about getting in trouble, so I told them to bring a video recorder with them. 

I gave them the address and told them to come right into the bedroom. Then I went back to Sandy and used the vibrator on her nipples as I slipped my cock back into her pussy.

"Oh Tom, I need to be fucked so bad; give it to me, fuck me harder."

I held her legs up high and pumped into her as fast and hard as I could. I came with one of the biggest loads that I could remember. She was screaming out in orgasm but said she needed more.

The woman wore me out. I may be nineteen but she took everything I had and wanted more. Right then my geek friends came into the room. At first Sandy was shocked but I told her they were there to help her and promised to keep it in the strictest confidence.

"Right now I don't care, as long as I get a cock in me." 

It didn't take long for Jim to strip and plow right into her pussy. I set up the video while the guys double-teamed her. All four guys were naked and taking part in some way. Sandy looked as though she was in seventh heaven, moaning and grinding.

I went to the kitchen to get a soda and grabbed one for Sandy too. I figured she must be dehydrating at the rate she was going. When I got back to the room they were all still fucking. Grabbing the soda, she took a few swallows before pouring the rest on her tits for the guys to lick off.

I turned around and saw the candy box was empty. "What happened to the rest of the chocolates?" I asked.

Phil grinned before responding. "We saw them there and asked Sandy if we could all have one. She said she didn't care so we all had one and Sandy got the last one."

"Oh god, guys, that's what I put the drugs in. You're all are going to be a bit horny for a while."

"It's okay," said Lee. "I've never been with such a sultry, sexually open woman before. I'm willing to take my chances." 

All the others agreed they were having the time of their life, including Sandy.

"Well, I've had enough. Just don't hurt her. I was mad, but I don't hate her."

"We won't hurt her," said Lee. "We won't do anything she doesn't want us to do."

"Just remember to bring back the video. It's the only proof we'll have in case she should get second thoughts."

I looked over one last time at the sexist woman I knew. She had taught me more about sex than any book or movie I had ever seen, and for that I would always be grateful.

Later that afternoon when they got back, they all looked like they had run a marathon. Phil handed me the video and all of them thanked me for giving them what they said was the greatest day of their life. I asked about Sandy and they told me she finally wore out. After making sure she had a blanket over her, they left. Now all they wanted to do was sleep. I had to laugh since it was the middle of the afternoon.

I put in the tape and watched some of the action. Through the whole thing Sandy kept asking for more. Often she was doing two at a time, teasing and begging the guys for more. And they didn't displease her. It was better than any orgy film I had ever watched. Maybe that was because I knew the participants and my friends each got to fuck an older woman who was a great lay plus got a blowjob from a pro.

I got my revenge but had a bit of sadness too. I realized Sandy and I never had anything going for us except the sex. The age difference was just too much. Sitting there alone I thought about my life and the people who were my friends. 




The Crush



The one constant in my life was Mel. She was the little brat girl from my childhood. In grade school she was my best bud, and during her gawky stages I was the one who protected her from the bullies. Even though we never dated we were always good friends. 

Her parents were strict and only allowed her to go to school functions in groups. We danced before but I never thought about her sexually. After all, she was like my sister. As I sat there thinking I remembered what she said a few days ago when I asked her what Sandy ever did to her. She had said Sandy took the guy away from her she had cared for her whole life.

That's when it hit me. She meant me. Mel cared for me. She might not be a supermodel but she was pretty. Jumping up, I decided to go visit her at her dorm. When I knocked on her door, one of the other girls answered the door. 

"Is Mel here?" I asked.

She turned and yelled, "Mel, it's for you. It's Tom." 

"Tom, what are you doing here?" Mel asked, opening the door wider and motioning me in.

"You said you would be there for me after you called me a stupid bastard, remember?"

"I'm sorry Tom; I was mad at the time. Why are you really here?"

"Would you like to go and get something to eat then maybe take in a movie?" I asked.

"You mean like a date, or just a couple of old friends hanging out?" 

"Whatever, I don't care. I can use a friend, and I realized today that you've always been mine. So can we go now?"

"Tom, I look like hell. If this is going to be our first date I want to look good. Go home and come back in an hour."

"Okay, but I don't get it. You look fine to me."

She just shook her head and pushed me toward the door. Back at my place I took a shower and put on some Dockers and a nice shirt. Then I went back to Mel's.

This time she answered the door wearing a cute blouse and skirt that was about half way down her thighs. She hardly ever wore a skirt, she was a jeans person. Her hair was in a ponytail but she looked beautiful.

"Mel, you look so . . . so great." I knew I was smiling.

"Thanks. So where are we going?" 

"Dinner and a movie and you can pick both," I said.

We headed out on our first date. And it was so much fun. We talked about our childhood and all the different things we did together. Our tastes in music and video games were similar, and we even liked the same type of movies.

I held her hand throughout most of the movie except when we shared a tub of popcorn. When we got back to her place I actually asked her if I could kiss her.

"The last time we kissed you didn't like it, remember? We were seven and you said you never wanted to kiss me again," replied Mel.

"We were under Christmas mistletoe and you said we had to kiss," I said with a laugh. "But a guy can change his mind, can't he?"

I leaned forward and we kissed. It felt so good but yet it was just a simple kiss. 

"Tom, we have to stop."

"Don't you like kissing me?" 

"I love it Tom, and that's why we have to stop now. I've always cared for you but I don't want to be your rebound girl. When the time is right and if you really care for me, I'll be here for you. I'm not going anywhere."

With that said she kissed me one more time and went into her room. After going back to my house I lay awake thinking of Mel. We never had sex but I had more fun being with her than anyone else I could think of. Even after all the sex I had with Sandy, it was still Mel I thought about all the time. 

During the following week I went out of my way to see her every day at school. Each time she saw me she smiled. Sometimes we went to her dorm and ate with her girlfriends. But at my place I made sure we were alone. Every night she gave me a soft kiss and a smile. It took me a long time to get it through my thick skull, but I finally realized I was in love with Mel.

I decided to ask her out for Valentine's Day. After she accepted, I made reservations for dinner. Then I went and bought a box of chocolates (not drugged) and put a promise ring inside.

We weren't even twenty yet and both of us were still in school. For now marriage was still a few years away. But I wanted her to know that she was my girl and I wanted to be her man. I picked her up at her dorm and again she looked fantastic. Once at the restaurant, we ordered dinner. Then I handed her the heart shaped box of chocolates and asked her to open it. When she saw the ring she began to cry. It brought tears to my eyes.

"Mel, I love you but we both know that we need to finish school before we can even think of marriage. This ring is my way of saying I want you to be my girl. After graduation I hope to get you an engagement ring. All I need to know now is will you be my girl?"

"Tom, I've cared about you for years now. You really hurt me when you chose to be with Sandy. I was ready to write us off, but in the last two weeks you're like a different guy. What about sex?"

"I love you Mel, and I want to make love to you, but I'll wait. Just being with you makes me happy."

"How about after dinner?" she asked with a sassy grin. "Tom, just don't mess with me. If I'm going to give you my total love and trust, I'll need the same from you."

"I promise, with God as my witness that I will love you and only you," I replied.

That night was the first of many times we made love. I can thank Sandy for teaching me how to please a woman. As for Mel, she was a real tiger in bed; I had the scratches to prove it.

*

Thank you for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



The Crush



During my high school years I attended a large downtown church, where I was an active member of the Senior High youth group. 

We were a pretty good bunch of kids and didn't have any problems with having leaders not much older than we were. In fact, we felt they were more in tune with our generation, more so than the older leaders we had in the past. Our leaders during my junior and senior years were a young newlywed couple, Mike and Elizabeth Miller, both in graduate school.

Let me tell you, I had a major crush on Mr. Miller. He could play basketball with the boys and also listen to our girl problems, offering advice about growing up, and a shoulder we could cry on when it was hard to cope with growing up. Whenever we broke up into teams I managed to be on his team. When we did skits I managed to get a part in a scene he was in. Understand, I didn't hang all over him, or anything like that, but in retrospect, I guess everyone could tell how it was. I would never admit it at the time, however.

After graduation I went to college and fell in love. We got married right after graduation. I got a job in marketing with a company in Chicago while my new husband attended law school. After he graduated he found an entry position with a local firm. I still made an hour and a half commute to work so Robert could work locally. This caused a little friction between us, as I thought we should move halfway between our jobs. There were other early warning signs of trouble ahead over the issue of starting a family, but we were passionate for each other and so glossed these things over.

A couple of years later he got an offer to join a large firm in Washington, DC. That caused a major rift in our marriage, as I was on my way up in my company and loved my work, but he wanted to get a better position, too. My company didn't have an office in DC, so I would have to give up everything if we moved. I know that it sounds selfish of me, but that wasn't the only problem. We had known for some time that Robert always wanted kids while I was very career-minded and definitely did not. We had been seeing a marriage counselor about that already when the job issue came up. Eventually we decided to amicably split. I had worked to put him through law school, and he did appreciate it, but he was not willing to make any sacrifices for me. After we split I moved into the city, where I bought an apartment. That cut my commuting time and cost considerably.

As part of my marketing job my company sends me around the country to various conferences and conventions, usually accompanied by a colleague. I design all the visual presentations we make for our company display in the exhibition halls during the conferences. My co-worker and I then take turns staffing the exhibit booth, answering questions about the company, and selling our services. Often I attended some of the technical sessions and seminars to keep up with where the industry is headed. We always try to be ahead of other companies when it came to new ideas and approaches.

The largest of the conventions we work at every year is the annual Amalgamated Technologies meeting, which drew several thousand participants from all over the world. Each year the event is in a different city around the country. One year the conference was held right here in Chicago. I attended all the seminars I could, and wandered around the exhibition hall, talking to other exhibitors when I wasn't at our own display. This conference was a source of many new business contacts that, hopefully, would turn into contracts for us.

Late Thursday afternoon I found my schedule empty for the last of the sessions, and my colleague was holding down the fort at our display, so I headed to the hotel bar to unwind before heading home. The bar was crowded, but I spied a vacant seat, the only one left at the bar, so I took it, and struck up a conversation with the man next to me. I knew he was attending the conference by the company name tag he wore. He said that his company sent him to this conference every year, but this was his first trip to the windy city, as it was the first time the conference had ever been held in Chicago. We introduced ourselves and exchanged business cards; I thought there was something familiar about the name on his, but that often happens -- I mean you often run into people who remind you of other people. 

As we chatted I learned that he was widowed and had a six year old daughter. He was proud to show me pictures of his little girl. Apparently his wife died in a terrible traffic accident, where her car was T-boned by a drunk driver. His wife was killed instantly, but the little girl, then a baby, in the back seat, had suffered only minor physical injuries. That was almost five years ago. He worked hard to provide for his daughter, and he missed her when he was away, but she was in good hands staying with his late wife's parents for the week. We also discovered that we had once lived in the same city, and quizzed each other about people and places we knew, looking for common connections. He mentioned the church he attended while he was in graduate school. I said that I attended there also.

All of a sudden it hit me. I looked at his card again, gasped and put my hands to my mouth in surprise.

"Oh my god -- you're that Mike Miller - our youth counselor!"

A look of recognition suddenly appeared on is face. "Your name, Martie Jackson, threw me. You used to be Martie Waggoner, didn't you?"

"I'm really sorry to hear about Elizabeth. I liked her a lot. I remember that she had a special connection with the junior high girls. The boys -- well you may have noticed what they thought."

"Thanks. I know you cared about her. I know everyone in the group liked her."

We were silent for a moment. "I had a major crush on you, you know"

He laughed. "Everybody in the group knew."

"Was it that obvious?" I laughed, too. "Look, Mike, I am attending the conference, too, but actually live here in Chicago. Why don't you come over to my place tonight and I'll cook you a real meal."

"That sounds terrific, Martie. Restaurant food gets tiresome after awhile. I'm not a bad cook, but at home I even get tired of my own cooking."

I gave him my address, and told him it was only a short cab ride. We arranged for him to get there around 7:00 PM. 

I flew home to start dinner preparations, stopping to pick up a bottle of a nice red wine I liked and some fancy bread. There was no time to change clothes. Everything had to be perfect. Dinner had to be something fast to make, yet something that would show well. I decided on fettuccini Alfredo and a nice salad, accompanied by the wine. What to put on the table? A candlelight dinner would seem to be pushing it a bit, so I found some decorative items to use as a centerpiece. There was just enough time to touch up makeup before he would be here. Why did I tell him 7:00 instead of 7:30?

At the appointed time the bell rang, and as I opened the door I was presented with a bouquet of flowers. Not roses, but a nice colorful, tasteful bouquet. I let him in, and gave him a quick tour of my place, except for my bedroom. I had gotten off late that morning and hadn't made my bed, so I kept my bedroom door closed. I had done fairly well for myself and was proud of my home. The flowers now became the table centerpiece. 

I have been told that I am a good cook, and he seemed to enjoy the meal, and complimented my wine choice. After we ate we went to the living room area and sat on the sofa to talk, taking the remains of the bottle of wine with us. I laughed to myself as I noticed that I was still sitting rather close to him. As we chatted I poured two more glasses of the red wine.

I proposed a toast to our mutual business success, and we clinked glasses together. What happened next was something quite bizarre. My wine glass broke. It must have had a scratch in it or something, I don't know, but the bowl of it actually shattered. Isn't it funny how sometimes things happen and you seem to see them in slow motion? The wine from my glass seemed suspended in the air before falling. He jerked his glass back and wine sloshed out of it as well. In an instant we were both soaked down the front of our shirts all the way to our laps.

I jumped up and surveyed the damage. 

"This is my best blouse, and it will be ruined if I don't get it cleaned right away. Your clothes will probably stain also if we don't clean them!"

I rushed toward my bedroom and called over my shoulder that I was going to have to change, and would need to attend to the stains immediately. 

"Your clothes will need it too. Take them off and I'll do them all at the same time. I'll get you something to wear until the laundry is finished."

I could see him start to remove his shirt as I closed the bedroom door to change.

I couldn't believe the extent of the wine soaking. I must have poured the glasses really full. It penetrated everything. "The wine even soaked through to my underwear," I called through the closed door. "I suspect it did the same to you. Take everything off. Here is something you can put on while the clothes are washed. Not fancy, but I think you won't feel too girly in them. There are towels in the closet next to the guest bathroom that you can use to clean up. When you're finished just put your clothes on top of the washer." I cracked the bedroom door open and handed out a pair of thin black rayon workout pants with a white stripe down the leg and a drawstring waist that seemed like they might fit, and an old tee shirt that was too large for me. The tee shirt said 'Chicago Cubs' on the front. I heard him laugh as he saw it.

I removed my underwear and had to decide what to put on. I thought about a red lounging outfit I sometimes wear when I have girlfriends over for the evening. The outfit consisted of elastic waist long pants, a matching button front top, and a light matching robe that tied around the waist. It is really comfortable, made of nice, smooth satin that feels oh, so good on the skin. I feel luxurious when I wear it. In my haste to attend to my stained blouse and skirt I didn't take the time (or was it on purpose?) to put on a bra. I have done that often, and with my girlfriends it didn't matter. I didn't think twice about it, after all there was the robe as an extra layer.

After I tied the robe around myself I rushed out to the washer with all my stained articles, underwear included. Mike's clothing, including purple-stained underwear, was piled on top of the washer. I grabbed my stain treatment liquid and set to work rubbing it into the fabric. As I treated Mike's underwear I thought about when I used to do that for Robert.

My mind was totally absorbed by the task at hand, although at one point I thought I heard Mike doing something in the kitchen. After I got everything into the washer I headed to the living room, and got there just as he entered from the kitchen. 

"Holy cow! Martie!"

I twirled around. "Do you like my outfit? I bought it about a year ago, and it's very comfortable to wear in the evenings while watching TV."

"You look stunning. You sure aren't the 17 year old girl I remember!"

I went into the kitchen for two more wine glasses. He had indeed cleaned up the kitchen, and apparently the sofa, too. Thank goodness for Scotch guard! I couldn't imagine a man actually cleaning up, but I guess the years of living alone had made him more aware of what had to be done.

"Let's try this again," I said

I turned on some soft music, poured the last of the wine, and we laughed as we very gently touched our glasses together. Now we had to sit close together at one end of the sofa since the middle was still damp from where he had scrubbed it. Wow. A man who knew how to do something else beside watch sports on TV and ask for a beer.

We shared stories of what happened since our last meeting over ten years ago. As we did so I could feel the warmth of his leg against mine, and as I looked down I noticed that my outfit clung to me. I wore this often alone or with friends, and had never noticed how it looked on me. I hoped he wouldn't think I was too forward. Or did I? I had to admit to myself that I had felt something the moment I realized who he was at the bar.

"I hope you don't think I am rude, but that fabric is screaming out at me to touch it," he said.

"I wouldn't mind. It's been a long time since anyone was interested in touching anything on me. Here." I held out her arm and he stroked the soft, silky fabric. His touch made my skin tingle. I thought how erotic it felt. 

As we got more comfortable we leaned back on the sofa and my robe, that had been only loosely tied, opened somewhat. I felt myself blushing as I looked down and could clearly see the outlines of my breasts. I noticed he looked also.

His arm was on the back of the sofa and he rubbed my shoulders and neck as he continued to caress my arm. He stopped and tried to apologize, but I just smiled and put my finger to his lips, shushing him. "I have been so busy professionally that I have not had much time to date. It has been a long time since a man has touched me like that."

"I must confess that this fabric feels almost like I'm touching your skin," he said.

"And I must confess that it feels like you are touching my skin," 

Our eyes locked, and I felt a spark. From the look on his face he felt it, too. Eyes still locked, he leaned over and kissed me. My arms went around his neck and held his head pressing his lips against mine. I was starting to have....feelings. God, I remembered how I used to have those feelings. How I missed them!

He continued to rub my shoulders and stroke my hair, and moved his free hand over me, his fingers trailing his hand and touching me ever so lightly. I felt his fingers, setting my flesh on fire as they went, working their way down my side and down the side of my leg to the knee, then turn and start up the inside of my leg. Oh my God! He was going to touch me THERE. He did, but with just a light brushing touch that continued up my body. He stopped and finished loosening the sash of my robe, and then continued upwards, barely touching my breast, from bottom to top, finally moving up my neck to my face. His touch made me shiver. He held my head in his hands and kissed my lips, my cheek, my eyes. I found myself breathing more heavily, and my heart began to pound.

I reached for his leg and started to slide my hand upward, but he caught my hand and stopped me. He shook his head slowly, then brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. We just looked at each other for a moment. 

After our brief pause he began to move that hand again, down my chin and neck, and lightly downward over my other breast. I felt my breath catch in my throat. My skin was tingling, no, it was on fire, and my body began to quiver. Not stopping, his fingers trailed lightly downward over the top of my other leg, the one next to his, all the way to the knee, where he traced a few slow circles before moving up the inside of that leg. Surely he would stop THERE this time. I desperately wanted him to stop THERE, but, no, again only a light brush with the finger tips. This was maddening. What was he doing to me?

When he reached my navel this time he traced all around it several times and then up the center of my body to the buttons of my top, which he began to SLOWLY unfasten, one maddening button at a time. I couldn't stand it any more. My hands flew to the top buttons and practically tore them open, meeting his hands halfway down. Now he had to move faster, didn't he?

No, he didn't. He moved his hands slowly up my sides, barely touching the sides of my breasts, pushing my top open as he went, until his hands were on my shoulders, where he lingered for a moment before pushing the fabric off the top of my shoulders. I practically ripped my arms out of the sleeves of the robe and top and threw them to the floor.

I know I must have had a wild look in my eyes, but he just smiled at me and gently and slowly slid his hands over me. He was driving me absolutely mad with desire.

To speed him up I reached for his leg again, but he stopped me with a shake of his head and a whisper, "No, this is just for you," and kissed me again.

I was practically gasping for breath as his hands continued their light touch over my body. When they reached my hips I couldn't stand it any more, and pushed off the bottoms of my outfit, nearly kicking them across the room. Surely that would encourage him to go where I was now longing to go.

We kissed deeply and he did, indeed, begin to touch me THERE, but again with agonizing slowness as I started to squirm. Was he going to do this or not?

I had fantasized about this moment for over ten years! I can't explain it, because I have always been strong, and in complete control, but I just turned to jelly. I wanted to feel his touch everywhere, and, yes, his kisses also. He touched me like I had never been touched before, and kissed me in places I had never been kissed before. It drove me insane! I was ready to scream. His fingers and lips explored, but slowly, slowly. Damn him!

I became consumed with the white heat of passion. Finally, my body taut as a bowstring, with one final touch of his fingers and lips, a blinding flash of light passed before my eyes. I felt like I had left my body, the heavens opened, and I'm sure I heard angels sing. I gasped and stopped breathing, a silent scream frozen in my throat. Waves of incredible ecstasy, wave after wave, washed over me before I took another breath, finally returning to my body and collapsing back against the arm of the sofa, panting like an animal, and limp as a dishrag.

When I regained my senses I pulled him close for a passionate kiss. I just wanted to hold him forever. When we broke the kiss he laid his head on my heaving chest with his eyes closed. I put my hand on his head and gently stroked his hair. Wow. He had done all this and his pants were still on! I couldn't believe it! Robert certainly had never concentrated on my pleasure. He wanted his and if I felt good, too, that was fine by him.

After a few minutes he moved his head lower on my body and started to run one of his hands over my thighs and through the forest. He inhaled deeply. "I love the smell of an excited woman. Your natural perfume. It's so pure....so honest....so...personal."

We were silent for, I don't know how long.

"Mike, we've got to get off of this sofa. There's no need in taking a chance on getting a sliver of glass in a tender place."

I shrieked as he scooped me up and carried me to my closed bedroom door before putting me down again to open it.

"Let's get rid of these, Mike," I said as I yanked the drawstring on the workout pants and pulled at the waistband until the garment fell to the floor. 

On the bed we stretched out together and I began to massage and kiss him. His skin felt so soft and warm. I rolled him onto his back and straddled his chest, just looking down at him. Now it would be my turn to tease him before I gave him the ultimate gift. 

"So, you like the smell of a woman, do you?" I said as I slid up high on his chest, almost to his chin, giving him something I now knew he liked. As his hands reached up to touch me I grasped his wrists and stopped him, slowly shook my head and smiled down at him. "It's my turn, now."

I wouldn't let him touch me. Slowly I inched my body down his chest, massaging the skin of his chest as it became exposed from under me. I lightly brushed his chest hair with my fingers, and traced his nipples. As my body neared his hips I could feel him squirm with anticipation, but two could play that game. I just continued slowly sliding and massaging, working my way further down his legs until at last I was straddling his knees and massaging his thighs. But not THERE, not just yet. 




The Crush



Leaning over, I placed my hands on the sides of his neck just below the ears and curled my fingers so my fingernails were lightly touching his skin. Slowly, I lightly drew them down his chest, around his nipples, over his abdomen, around his navel, lower and lower. I could tell he desperately wanted me to touch him THERE, but I would not. I went lightly all around it with my fingernails, down the top of his legs and up the inside of his thighs, close to, and around THERE, but not touching. He was raising his hips in anticipation; I could sense that he wouldn't last long. God, this was so erotic for me, too.

A little more exquisite teasing, then I couldn't stand it any more, either. I slid back up to his hips to finally give him what I knew he so desperately wanted. I knew it wouldn't be long until the dam burst for him. When it happened his face contorted with pleasure like I have never seen before in a man, and he pulled me down to kiss me, deeply. My hips kept moving to prolong his pleasure and, surprising to me, shortly after, the dam burst again for me also. It was different this time -- a soaring sensation. The two of us! Flying together!

When we were both positively spent we both lay there gasping for breath, feeling the heat our bodies had generated. We were drenched in sweat, and couldn't even talk for who knows how long.

At last our hands met.

"Geez, Martie, you are an incredible lover. That was the best, ever, for me. I felt like the earth -- no the universe! -- actually moved!"

"You have no idea how many times I've wished for this to happen, Mike. Starting when I was sixteen I fantasized about what it would be like to be in bed with you. This has been nothing like I dreamed it would be. It has been so much better!"

We rested, with my head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, still too spent for the moment to even move so we could kiss.

"You know, when you were in high school I thought you were the most attractive girl in the group. You were the most mature one in the group also. I thought that if I were in high school I would be all over you. You must have been very popular"

"I was, but didn't take much time for social life. I never had a real boyfriend because I wanted to concentrate on getting a scholarship to a good college."

He pulled me closer and I rested my head on his chest and I could feel his still heavy breathing on the top of my head and heard his heart pounding in his chest. We managed one final kiss before we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

When I awoke the next morning I was startled at first to find a man in my bed, but then remembrance of the previous night came back to me. It felt good to snuggle up to a man again.

As I recalled the details of the night before I realized with a start that our clothes never got dried, so I kissed him lightly on the cheek and got up to put them in the dryer. I could find other clothes to wear, but that was what he had to wear for the day. When I took the clothes out of the washer it looked like all the stains had come out.

In the kitchen I made some coffee, went to the living room where I picked up my outfit that had gotten strewn all over the floor last night, and headed for the shower. I dressed and brought a cup of coffee back into the bedroom for him. He was just stirring, and appreciated the coffee. As he sipped I brought him his clothes warm from the drier.

I sat on the side of the bed. "Thanks, Mike, for making my fantasies come true."

"I guess I always wondered what it would have been like if I was seventeen and could be with you." 

We shared a laugh then he showered and dressed as we got ready for another day of business.

Before we left we sat at the table and talked over a light breakfast.

"I apologize, Mike. We never got to have dessert last night."

"Oh, I think we had plenty of dessert!"

We laughed at that, and then were silent for a while. I knew what he was thinking; it was all over his face.

"Look, Mike, this has been incredible. I wish it could go on forever."

"So do I."

"We might as well admit something. I have a job I love that keeps me here in Chicago when I'm not traveling. My marriage broke up partly because I didn't want any children. It's not that I don't like kids, I adore them. It's just that I don't see myself as a mommy. You live in Atlanta with your adorable daughter, and a loving extended family. Neither of us has the flexibility nor desire to give up our lives right now."

"I was actually thinking the same thing."

"It felt really amazing to be with you, and I would love to be with you forever. I also know that your daughter deserves a real mommy."

"I haven't found anyone yet to take the place of Elizabeth. I don't get out much."

"I think you should keep yourself open for something to happen in your life. I'd love to be a part of that, but don't want to interfere with your family life."

"Martie, I would love for you to be a part of my life. I also would like to let you know that if someone came along who was right for you, you should go for it. I will stand behind you one hundred percent. You are too good a lover to keep it all bottled up!"

"As long as we're clear on how it has to be, I have an idea. Where is next years Amalgamated Technologies convention to be held?"

"I think I heard them say Denver."

"I will be representing my company in Denver. How about if nothing else has happened we share a hotel room?"

"Martie, what a terrific thought! We could spend five glorious days together, doing business during the day and still be together every night."

I extended my hand. "Deal?"

Smiling, he clasped my hand and pumped it once. "Deal!"

As we put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher I thought to myself 'Oh, how I wish we really could be together forever!' Then, with a brief kiss, we headed out into our separate worlds.



The Crush



Jan heard a faint knocking once again. At first she thought it was the squirrels running on the roof again, but now it seemed to be coming from the front door. They had a bell. It couldn't be anyone. She looked out the peephole just in case.

There was a girl there. She had a slim frame, with freshly teased mousy brown hair. Her eyebrows needed to be thinned. An extra 10 pounds would do the girl good. She was chewing nervously on her lower lip. Her hand continually smoothed her clothes as if they could somehow make her drab clothes a bit prettier.

Jan opened the door. "Can I help you?" she asked.

The girl blushed a bright red. "I was just - I was - ah - raising money for..." she stammered.

"For what?" Jan asked, arching a thin eyebrow. 

"A - school - trip..." the poor girl looked as if she were ready to bolt.

"Where to?" Jan smiled, the girl was obviously lying.

There was a pause. "France." the girl volunteered.

"I'll ask my husband Mark to see if there is really a class trip to France when he gets home."

"I don't got to Mr. Mitchell's school," the girl blurted.

"How do you know where my husband teaches?" Jan asked as the young eighteen year old fell into her trap.

"I - I " The girl blushed even redder. She looked down at her shoes. "I really need to go."

Jan's mind was a whirl. She'd frightened the girl off. That was her goal at the start, but now, something in her wanted the girl to stick around. It was all the excitement she'd had all day.

If she wanted the girl back, she needed do it quickly. This girl had to be one of her husband's students, but which one? There were so many. She helped grade his papers, certainly she'd graded this girl's. Who did the best on the tests? Who. Shanon? No, it would be the honors class. This girl was definitely honors material. 

The girl was leaving. She had to hurry. She took a wild guess.

"Where are you going Leslie?" Jan asked the retreating girl, stopping her in her tracks.

"Turn around Leslie," Jan said, her suspicions confirmed. "And come back here."

"Please don't tell," Leslie begged the woman. How had the woman known her name? Had Mr. Mitchell been talking about her. God, what if this woman...not just a woman. His wife. What if she knew? "This was a big mistake."

Jan opened the door wider. "Why don't you come in Leslie." she said. "So we can have a little chat."

"Yes ma'am." the girl gulped visibly as she stumbled into the house.

"Are you having difficulty seeing?" Jan smiled.

"I-I I need my glasses."

The tall thin girl put on her glasses. The were thick and ugly. Things began to fall into place. They were enough set her apart. To make it difficult to find friends. The girl's height would make it difficult for boys to approach her. Her brains would make it harder still. Her attempt to find someone outside of her ordinary social circle would be difficult at best.

She would go outside her circle to find someone. Anyone. The girl had a crush. A teacher's crush.

'Have a seat," Jan said, pulling out a chair from the dining table. "Can I make you a soda or something?"

"Please," Leslie whispered, anything to delay the inevitable.

Jan made two diet cokes and put a shot of Jack Daniel's in her own and joined the eighteen year old in the dining room.

"So what was your plan?" Jan asked. "Were you going to come over here and seduce my husband?"

"No," Leslie shook her head for emphasis, but her blushing cheeks gave her away. She'd never thought of Jan. Oh, she knew Mr. Mitchell was married, but she'd never thought of his wife. She never thought of anything like that, just the way his ice blue eyes made her knees quake. The way his deep voice had worked its way into her fantasies.

Jan was feeling very conflicted. On one hand, this was the sort of girl who kept her up at night. She knew her husband was attractive, plus he was an authority figure. She knew there were all those young girls there at high school and some would be eager to steal her husband away.

On the other hand. She had been unemployed for a month now, and her self esteem was making new lows daily. And she was bored. This girl, this blushing trembling young girl, was making her feel powerful. Dominant. Making her - hot.

"How old are you?" Jan asked.

"Eighteen." Leslie volunteered.

"Parents divorced?"

Leslie shook her head.

"Does your mom work?"

Another shake of the head.

"How would you feel if I went over to your house and seduced your dad?" Jan asked. "If he left you and your mom. And she didn't have a way to pay the bills? How would that feel? And then after, what if I didn't even have respect enough to answer her questions."

"I would feel bad," Leslie croaked, blinking back fresh tears. "I-I'm really sorry Mrs. Mitchell. I don't know...I don't know what got into me."

"Shhhh.." Jan said, circling the poor teen like a cougar. "We both know what got into you. I remember what is was like being a budding young woman. The hormones. How I would lay awake at night...feeling so hot down there."

"I wasn't.." Leslie blushed. How did this woman know how she felt. Was she really that transparent. Or was - or was the feelings she was feeling completely normal.

"But why go after a married man. A teacher?" Jan asked. "There's plenty of available boys for you. A whole school full of them. Hmmm..but they don't notice you - not in that way do they?"

Leslie shook her head. They liked the pretty girls. The short girls with great bodies and big boobs. The bubbly blond girls. Not long, lanky, gawky, smart girls. They didn't have the time of day for those type of girls. Girls like her.

"But you could be noticed, you know," Jan ran a finger along the slim girl's neck. "You could have your pick. And if those young boys don't interest you, there's always college boys. Why haven't you found - you know - someone to take you under her wing and show you what's what? Surely your sister has shown you a thing or two."

"I - don't have a sister," Leslie said. Nor a mom that cared about how people made fun of her or the fact that she'd never felt more alone than she did right now.

"An aunt?" Jan smiled- knowing each question would only bring another shake of the head from the insecure girl. "A friend of the family perhaps?"

"I don't have anyone," Leslie's eyes filled with moisture. "Not to help me...about stuff like that...not to help me..."

"Fit in?" Jan tilted the girl's head up by her chin. "You poor thing. I feel so bad for you. I'd - well I'd love to help. To take you under my wing. Teach you. No - forget I said anything. It's best for you to find someone else. Perhaps your mom has a friend - or someone you trust in your class."

"There's no one," Leslie was crying openly now. "No one to help me. Please Mrs. Mitchell - I - I'm begging you."

"I really can't," Jan said. "My husband is your teacher. It wouldn't be proper. I'm certain he wouldn't allow it."

"I won't say anything," Leslie said with hopeful eyes. "I promise I won't tell a soul."

Jan felt her loins grow hot. This girl was as good as hers now. However, she had no idea what she was going to do with her.

"Let me get a good look at you," Jan said. "Stand up. Let's see what we have to work with."

Leslie stood. It was uncomfortable standing as Jan looked at her with such critical eyes. However, it was a small price to pay to have someone help her fit in and not be an outsider anymore.

Jan took out her camera and snapped a shot.

"What are you doing?" Leslie asked.

"I want to have before and after shots," Jan said. "To document your transformation from being a little wall flower nobody to being miss popularity."

A wallflower noboby. Even this woman who just met her knew what she was. Leslie's cheeks colored at the ease in which the older woman seemed to know her.

"Now take off your shirt and jeans," Jan said.

"What?" Leslie looked around nervously.

"Nevermind," Jan said dismissively. "You should just go. I told you, find someone you trust to take you under her wing and teach you a thing or two. This is going to be too hard with you balking every time I ask you to do something. God, if Stacy or Megan talked back so much, I would have never been able to work with them."

Leslie was conflicted. On one hand, she didn't want to disrobe in front of a perfect stranger. On the other hand, she had no one else she trusted, not that could help her. The woman clearly knew her business - and she'd even helped teach other girls. Stacy and Megan - whoever they were...besides, these girls even sounded popular. Her fingers began to fumble with her buttons.

"God, you act like you have something I haven't seen before?" Jan said. "I assure you I've seen better."

Leslie blushed. She knew the woman had seen better. Mrs. Mitchell obviously had no idea what it was like to be shy about your body. The woman was well-developed and had every reason to be confident.

Next followed shoes and socks and finally her pants. It took all of Jan's will to hide her obvious hunger. There was something about the girl's narrow hips and tight ass that begged for - God, it was all she could do not to grab the girl from behind by that narrow waist and give her a pounding - only she didn't have anything to pound with.

The high school senior felt a shiver as the older woman examined her.

"You are too skinny," Jan said. "But maybe one day you will fill out and all those pretty high school girls will be jealous, but I've seen boys that looked more feminine. I don't know if I even have enough to work with."

Leslie wanted to crawl in a hole she was so embarrassed. And it only grew worse. She saw the shrewd woman's eyes narrow as it glanced at her chest.

"And what in the world is going on in there?" Jan said, pointing at the eighteen year old's chest.

"What do you mean?" Leslie lied, knowing exactly what the older woman was referring to.

Jan didn't wait for an answer. She grabbed for the skinny girl's chest and snatched quickly. Leslie tried to stop her, but it was too late. A stream of tissue were held in the older woman's hand and the remainder hung from Leslie's bra.

"Tissue?" Jan said incredulously. "My God. In this day of wonderbras and even gel bras, you stuff with tissue. You may as well have used oranges like Jan on the Brady Bunch. What would you have done if you'd actually seduced my husband? You don't think he would have noticed?"

Leslie blushed even more. "I wasn't. We wouldn't."

"Honey," Jan said. "You don't know men the way I do. Poor thing, I know it's because you don't have ANY experience with them. But, you would have been found out and word would have gotten out - and that is something you can't come back from. Bra and panties next. Come on girl, we don't have all day."

But. Leslie had a ton of buts, and even more doubts. However, she knew she was on thin ice. A but or doubt would send her out the door and without the older and more knowledgeable woman's help. Leslie obeyed hesitantly, her clothes ending up in a pile on the dining chair. Her cheeks blushing bright red, a hand clutched protectively over her breasts and the other over her crotch, she trembled under the older woman's penetrating gaze.

Jan smiled, taking her phone from her purse. "Move your hands Leslie," she said. "I can't see anything."

Leslie moved her hands, but only for an instant, when she saw Jan press a button on her phone.

"What are you doing?" Leslie asked, aghast at the thought of what must have happened.

"I took a picture of course," Jan stated in a matter of fact tone. "I said we were going to do a before and after. This will be a perfect learning tool. I wish I had something like this when I was your age and learned about such things. Now stop yapping and come over here, let's take a look at you."

I don't want to look, Leslie thought to herself. But she knew she must,if only so she could get the woman to delete her picture. She'd be ruined if something like that got out. At the very least she could see how incriminating the photo was.

It was very incriminating. God, everything was on display. From her sex to her small breasts. Nothing was hidden from view.

"Now what are you most embarrassed about?" Jan asked as she increased the magnification and scrolled the picture up and down.

"I-I'm too pale." Leslie offered. That was the least of her problems, but she would be far too humiliated to mention her true shame.

"Is that all?" Jan asked. "Well, can just doctor you up with some color and show this to a few of your classmates then? It's obvious you don't need my help whatsoever."

"Wait," Leslie blushed. She couldn't permit that picture to get out. She'd be ruined. They'd see her every fault. "My forehead is too high. My breasts are too small. My shoulders are weird. I'm too bony. I don't have hips. My nose is too big. I look like I...I look like I've seen a ghost."

"Good," Jan encouraged the young girl. "We can't progress unless you are completely honest with me. Now, I think we can begin in earnest."

"Let's take one more," Jan held up her phone again. "This time, turn a bit to the side. Now tilt your head a bit. Brush your bangs down. Here let me help."

Jan worked with the girl's hair. Then moved her into position. Touching her arm, her shoulders, the small of her back, her thighs. Growing more and more aroused over the fact that she now had this young eighteen year old increasing in the palm of her hand.

"Now a bit of a smile," Jan said. "Not that. God that's awful. Imagine you are a model. There you go. Don't be afraid to show those pretty teeth. Perfect."

Jan snapped another picture. "Now close your eyes," Jan said as she sidled next to the young girl.

"Keep them closed," Jan said. "Let me tell you about a pretty young girl I met. She has beautiful brown eyes. She reminds me a bit of Natalie Portman. She's sexy- but not in the usual way. Nod if you'd like to see her picture."

Leslie nodded, truly curious.

"Then open your eyes and take a look."

Leslie opened her eyes and almost gasped in amazement. The girl on the phone was pretty. She was sexy. She almost had to do a double take when she realized the girl in the picture was her. Before she could look for her flaws, Jan turned the phone off.

"How's that for progress?" Jan said. "But we are only just beginning. It isn't just confidence, we have to back it up with knowledge. And that's where you are a very lucky girl...knowledge is something I have in abundance. Much more than a friend or cousin would have. Now, pick up your clothes and follow me to my room, there is tons more work to do and very little time to do it in."

Leslie picked up her clothes and followed the older woman. She couldn't help but watch the way the older woman walked. The way her hips moved. The way her bottom wiggled so sexily with every step. There was no way she could ever hope to be as sexy as this woman.

"Let's put some flesh on that skinny little body," Jan said. "Get down on the floor and see how many push ups you can do."

Leslie reached for her clothes so she could dress.

"Didn't you hear me?" Jan said sharply.

"Yes ma'am," Leslie answered, her cheeks burning red.

"Then why aren't you doing pushups?" Jan said. "Or did Miss Smartypants make a time machine that will give us time to lollygag about this afternoon.

"No ma'am," Leslie stammered as she went down to the floor and did a push up. Her arms trembled. This was hard work. It was also off putting to be doing this naked on the floor while a woman walked around her perfectly clothed and modest.

"Count them out," Jan ordered.

"Two- umphh - three..." Leslie counted, doing a a total of five before she collapsed.

"Two more weakling," Jan said. "Two more or you can get your things and go."

With burning trembling arms, Leslie managed to eek out two more pushups.

"Good girl," Jan said. Now on your back. Arms behind your head and crunch."

Leslie counted out twenty crunches before she collapsed and was then ordered to do five more.

"Now keep your arms behind your back and lift your feet up," Jan said. "Good girl. Now hold it. Hold it... and release."

The older woman licked her lips. Things were about to get more interesting.

"Now spread your legs and lift your feet up again." Jan ordered. Her insides grew ever warmer as the young girl spread her lean legs and tensed her stomach as her heels left the floor. The girl was so skinny, her hip bones protruded. God, she could see the girl's nether lips. So pretty so pink. It was all she could do to refrain from jumping the girl's bones here and now. However, Jan was patient. Good things come to those who wait, she told herself as she called out more orders for the young girl.

Leslie barely had time to think the orders were coming so fast. Feet together. Feet apart. Tighten stomach. Feel the burn. Up down. Up down. Squat thrust. Thrust squat. Her body glistened with sweat and her breathing grew ragged. She was tired. Her body burned. There was another feeling down deep in her loins. She was hot. God she was aroused. It was as if the exercises were designed to stimulate her.

Still there were orders. Up down. Down up. Get on the bed. Use this. Show me how you bring yourself off.

Something penetrated through the hazy fog that was clouding her mind.

"What?" Leslie said with disbelief, staring at the cylindrical object with startled brown eyes.

"Did I whisper?" Jan said. It was past time to reel this fish in. "Bring yourself off. It's time to see how comfortable you are with your own body."

I'm not comfortable with my own body and I damn sure not going to become comfortable with it while you stare at me, Leslie thought to herself. She kept those thoughts to herself, and chose a bit more delicate reply. "I-I can't."

"Are you frigid too?" Jan asked. "You poor girl. This is going to take much longer than I thought."

Leslie's cheeks burned a bright crimson. She should have been more firm. Now she had this to explain. "I'm not - I don't think I am. It's just..I've never...you know ...with one of those."

"Do you live under a rock. Are you one of those Amish girls?" Jan said, sensing the girl was growing distant and a bit more spirited. She could only think of two courses of action. Push the girl and threaten to withhold the lessons. But her instincts told her that she was pushing too far. Perhaps there was another way.

"Give it here," Jan said, unzipping her skirt and wriggling out of her panties. "I guess I'll have to show you. I don't know whether to think you truly are that unbelievably inexperienced or just putting me on."

The older woman sat on the bed and showed the back of the vibe to the young girl. "This is the on off switch. Just turn it on here. Now we need to get it wet."

Jan slipped the vibe into her mouth. God she felt so dirty. She'd never done such a thing before. Oh, she'd used the vibrator often enough. But, never so lewdly. A little KY sure, but she'd never just stick it in her mouth like this.

However, she wanted to teach this little minx a little differently. The girl was going to learn to be a little geek whore. The thought sent a thrill through her loins.

Running the vibe along her slit, Jan gave a low moan.

"Fuck yeah," Jan growled. "See how I'm doing it. Nice and slow. Up and down my slit. Then when you get warmed up, play it along your clit. Ahhh...that's good. See what I'm doing? Just make slow gentle circles around your clit."

Leslie looked on uncomfortably. She felt like such a dweeb. Here was a woman in control of her own sexuality while poor Leslie couldn't imagine herself spread and moaning in front of a boy, much less this woman who'd offered to teach her such worldly matters.

"You hold it," Jan said, grabbing the girl by the hand, and bringing it to the vibrator. "Try to do it exactly like I was."




The Crush



Leslie couldn't stop her fingers from trembling as she took the buzzing vibe. She knew it was vibrating, still she wasn't quite ready for the sensation that took over her fingers. God, she was so close to this woman's sex. So uncomfortably close.

"Don't drop it," Jan admonished the girl. "God, you are so clumsy. All you have to do is hold on to it and keep going just like I was. Damn it, now I'm losing my mood."

"Sorry ma'am," Leslie squeaked. She'd never been so close to a woman sexually before. The scent of musk was a bit different than her own. Jan's juices now coated the cock shaped vibe and it was getting on Leslie's fingers. Don't worry about that stuff, Leslie told herself, she needed to learn what the woman had to teach. She concentrated on the vibe and following the older woman's directions.

"Oh that's the spot," Jan said. "Your doing fine now. Slow and gentle. Up and down. Now round my little clit. Mmmmm - you are going to be a little pro when I turn you loose on your own."

"Ahhhh!" Jan was getting into it now. Her chest was heaving. She tweaked her achingly hard nipples and spread her legs wider, letting the young girl bring her off in good fashion. "Oh fuck. Mmmmm fuck yeah I'm coming. Oh yeah, I'm gonna come all over that fucking cock. Work that clit baby. Work it good."

This woman's reaction was a little scary to the young geek. She'd never seen someone else have an orgasm before. Her own orgasm were always quite and muffled into a pillow. This woman sounded like a wild beast. Was this normal? Was this something she needed to learn? She observed clinically, yet part of her mind was terrified being so close to the older woman.

"Oh gawd," The older woman rolled over and flexed her body, arching her back, her hips humping gently as she wallowed in the after effects of her orgasm. It was without a doubt, the best orgasm she'd experienced in years. She wanted nothing more that to sleep for and hour or so then have a pint of ice cream, but she knew that were something else she had to do before it was all for naught.

"Now it is your turn," Jan told the teen.

Leslie gulped, trying to still the butterflies in her stomach. Could she do this? This woman had no problem doing such an intimate act. Why was she so scared? She was hot. That was certain. The vibe hummed in her hand. It would be so easy to.

She touched it to her sex. God, it purred like a kitten. her legs opened of their own volition.

"Ahhhhh..." Oh God, it did feel good. It made her loins melt like butter.

"Lean back and spread your legs," Jan purred.

Leslie obeyed, so caught up she was by the buzzing goodness, she didn't catch the woman's hungry stare.

"Wider."

Her muscles burned as her lean thighs spread almost parallel, making her hips jut out in a most unlady like fashion.

Jan said. "You are holding it too tight," Jan said. "You are hopeless. Here let me show you."

Poor Leslie. She thought she was doing fine. The vibe felt heavenly. Moreover, it felt weird, letting go of the vibe, allowing a woman to take over. A nagging part of her mind told her that this wasn't right. But, God, did it feel good. The woman knew her business. And wasn't that why Leslie wanted to learn what she had to teach.

"Now this is how you do it," Jan said. "Nice and relaxed. Up and down. Around and around. Isn't this better?"

"Yes..." It came out as a long hiss.

"Make some noise," Jan said. "Are you frigid?"

"Mmmmmm----yesssss that feels nice," Leslie moaned in her best impression of Jan's earlier performance. She felt...conspicuous and stupid.

"That'll do for now. Here, you take over," Jan said, handing the girl back the vibe. Watching her succumb to pleasure. Inconspicuously taking out her cam and hitting record. Not content with a mere picture this time.

"Pinch your nipples and you'll see fireworks." If Jan knew her business, the girl was only moments from going off.

Leslie's fingers pinched. Ahhhh! A raging fire consumed her inside, rushing out from her loins. God, it was good. Not just good. The best. She panted as she rode out the orgasm.

"mmmm-mmmmm-oh-oh-" she gasped, her slim hips pumping slightly.

"Now let's take a look and see what sort of improvements we can make," Jan suggested, pushing play on her phone and showing the screen to the young girl.

Leslie couldn't believe it. Her most private moment was recorded on this woman's phone. God, she was spread like a slut. Her body was damp and quivering. She was using a vibe to pleasure her very aroused sex. She was mortified.

"Well, if you can't see anything wrong," Jan said. "I'll give you a few things you need to work on. See here? You are too quiet. Boys want to hear you when you are enjoying yourself. If you don't let them know you are turned on, you can bet they will find someone who will. And see here? You did a very good job of spreading your legs. You are lucky to be so limber. But it isn't enough to spread. I want to see those hips moving and I want those legs dancing."

"Yes ma'am." Leslie said, a fresh blush breaking out on her pale cheeks.

"I want you to practice that at least three times per day."

"Three times?" Leslie asked in disbelief.

"You want to do more huh? Four? Five?" Jan asked, her mouth turning up in a wicked grin. "My my Leslie, you must have really like this part of your exercises."

The poor girl blushed even more. That wasn't what she meant. "Three is fine. I just - you said - to be louder. I don't - I can't be loud at home. My parents will hear me."

"You have music don't you?" Jan asked.

"Yes." Leslie didn't like where this was going.

"Then turn your music up," Jan said. "Besides, an orgasm is perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of. As a matter of fact, I want you to send me a text message after every one. I want you to rate your performance on each one. Rate it one through nine. This my dear was a 2." 

"Do you have a webcam?"

"Yes ma'am." Leslie said, then instantly regretted it once she realized what the older woman had in mind.

"Good. I want you video yourself while you are practicing and send it to me. If you aren't at home, use the camera on your phone. We can use those to improve your performance."

"But," Leslie said, feeling terrified, but knowing she had to be firm on this one detail. "I'm scared these pictures - and ah - movies of me - that they could get out."

"As well you should be," Jan patted the girl on the hand. "You have to trust me and trust only goes so far. How's this?"

Jan showed the young girl her phone as she deleted every picture she'd taken and even the movie. "Is that better?" she asked. "We can do that every time. I'll delete each one in front of your very own eyes."

"Yes ma'am," Leslie was relieved. With that last detail taken care of, she could sleep soundly tonight. If it had been someone younger, she would have been more careful. But Jan was older and wasn't up on technology. Once the pictures were deleted, they were surely deleted. 

"I'll let you watch me delete every picture," Jan smiled sweetly. "Now you have to get dressed. Mark will be home soon. He'll be late again tomorrow and Wednesday. Can you make it then?"

"Yes ma'am," Leslie said.

"Let's make it every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, after you get off of school until 7:00, does that work for you."

"Yes ma'am."

"Here's my number." Jan said. "Will your parents give you any trouble?"

"No ma'am," Leslie said. "I'll tell them I'm at a club meeting."

"Good girl."

Jan smiled wickedly once the girl left. She hurried to her computer and popped in the memory card from her phone. A few clicks and she restored all the deleted images. She giggled as her hand stole between her thighs. 

++++++++++++++++++++

Leslie's lessons with Jan proceeded fast and furiously. Every day she'd come home, and turn up her music, and lock her door. Then she'd sit in front of her webcam, her long legs draped over the armrests of her chair. Hips learned to pump. She learned to talk dirty. She grew skilled at bringing herself off.

Her body grew tight from the exercises she performed under Jan's watchful eyes. It was hard work. Every day the young girl would think she could not possible go on, somehow, through threat or encouragement, Jan could always extract every last ounce of energy from Leslie's lean body.

That was only the beginning of Leslie's trials with her 'studies'. After exercise would come stretching. Already limber, the senior grew even more so with the help of what Jan called 'assisted yoga'.

"Relax...relax...breath in...breath out..." Jan told the skinny girl she held firmly. "One day you'll be spread like this for some handsome young boy. You'll drive him so crazy, he'll be sure to tell all his friends."

Leslie breathed deep, trying to relax even though it felt as if her legs were going to come out of their sockets. It was so hard to relax, so very hard when all she could think about was some boy telling his friends that her legs were split while her hips were raised, showing just about everything she had, her pink moist lips - her.... oh God, a familiar musk permeated the room. Jan was sure to smell her arousal.

"Don't worry," Jan reassured the blushing girl. "It's perfectly natural. That is the kind of response we want to encourage."

It might have been natural, but that didn't relieve the humiliation from the blushing teen. And that wasn't all. After being bent to and fro like a pretzel, there was still more training.

It was time to watch videos. X-rated videos of girls pleasuring themselves - followed by videos of Leslie doing the same. And poor Leslie couldn't help but compare herself to the girls on the videos. What she didn't know were these girls were professional. They were porn stars. They could mewl, grunt and groan with the best of them, because they were the best of them. They frigged, the slapped, they fingered, not just there, but back there. They had perfect asses, shaved pussies, and big tits. They were everything Leslie wasn't.

But she tried. She imitated as best she was able. But the lessons were hard, even harder than the stretches and exercise. It felt like she was giving up a part of herself as she practiced every humiliating action. She came to the conclusion that Jan was right, she must be frigid, but she was determined not to be.

Squatting there on the coffee table, Leslie's calves and thighs burned cruelly from stretching and exercise. She knew there would be no rest yet. Her fingers sped around her clit. Rubbing it. Stopping on occasion to slap the plump pink lips of her sex. She grunted. She moaned. She thought of those girls in the videos. She tried her very best.

"Oh fuck yeah, that feels so good. So good on my fucking pussy...."

It wasn't language that Leslie was familiar with. These were words she'd always thought of as dirty. But Jan insisted that these were the very words boys wanted to hear. She was just being a prude. After all, the girls on the videos used them.

Leslie's feet squeaked on the shiny wood surface of the table. She tugged her nipple with her other hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jan there with the video camera. On the video, the girl's hips began to pump. Leslie's fingers sped. "Fuck..fuck...fuck..." Lighting sped through her loins as she too joined in. Her hand dropped down to keep from falling over. Then it was over.

"Do you think she has a pretty pussy?" Jan asked the spent teen.

"I guess - as far as they go," Leslie offered.

"Boys like them bare, so they can see everything" Jan said. "But yours is all hairy. Not pretty at all if you think about it."

"You don't shave yours," Leslie said.

"But I'm married dear," Jan replied in a matter of fact tone. "And when you get married, you can let a lot of things go. But until you are, you can attract a lot more bees with honey than vinegar."

"I suppose..." Leslie didn't like where this was headed.

"You should start shaving your pussy." Jan said.

"I don't know," Leslie said. What if she had to go to the doctor. What would be said? Would they tell her mom?

"I guess you know better than I do about such matters..." Jan said abruptly.

"No..I guess not...I mean..okay..I'll..I'll do it," Leslie stammered.

"Good girl," Jan said, her fingers stroking the damp hair of her charge in a familiar manner and spinning the camera around. "Now let's see how well you've improved and see what you need to work on most."

==================

"I shouldn't go today," Leslie told herself. "But should I call her and tell her I was sick? No-no I shouldn't call at all."

No, she shouldn't call. The few times she'd called Jan to tell her she'd be late, Jan always seemed to wear her down and make her come there anyway. Leslie didn't want to go over to the woman's house anymore.

Sure, she liked some of the things she'd learned. She was in better shape. She could do a hundred pushups and situps. She knew how to apply makeup to accentuate her attributes. It was also fun to look around in her classes and observe the girls there. Who knew the things she knew. Oh some did, that was sure, but she was sure that some didn't. Wouldn't they be jealous if they knew the things she learned, the things she could...

Images assailed the high school senior. She was squatting on the coffee table

Masturbating

While watching a porno.

Jan paced behind her wearing a fancy business outfit. She wore them more and more and it always made poor Leslie feel even more - naked. Even more...

Dirty.

"Watch her Leslie," Jan said. "See how she flexes. See how she sticks out her tongue....see how she sucks her honey from her finger. But you frig so awkwardly. It's as if you've never masturbated - as if you haven't learned anything from all our practice sessions. Sometimes I think you are pretending to be inept, just so we can practice from now till the end of time. Well I got a trick or two up my sleeve little Miss. Today, I've got a surprise for you."

Swat!

"Oh!" Leslie cried, almost falling from her perch and rubbing her sore flank. "What the-" Then she saw what had hit her. A flyswatter.

Jan smiled evilly. She swatted the pale girl once more, this time on her bottom.

"Ouch!" Leslie cried again. Damn that smarted.

"Frig that pussy." Jan ordered. "Frig it."

"Wait-" Leslie gasped. She needed a moment to think. But that moment never came. The swatter fell again and again. Stinging her tendermost parts.

"I said frig," Jan said.

Leslie frigged. Slowly at first. Haltingly. A swat here. A swat there served as encouragement. She frigged faster. Soon she was frigging like never before.

Oh but it was so hard. Every time she neared orgasm, that fucking swatter hit her. She could never quite get in the groove. To find her rhythm.

"Don't think," Jan urged. "Frig."

"Ummph...god..." Leslie moaned. "Fuck..fuck...oh fuck..." She frigged like a maniac. The girl on the video sucked the juices off her fingers. So did Leslie. It was something she was usually loathed to do. This time she did so eagerly. Almost hungrily.

When the girl on the video reached back and stuck a finger up her ass, Leslie hesitated momentarily.

"Frig bitch!" Jan ordered with a series of swats.

Poor Leslie issued a low growl and did the same. Penetrating her ass for the first time. She felt ...dirty. Unclean.

"Move your hand out of the way," Jan ordered.

And though Leslie knew what the woman planned. Knew that the swatter was poised directly over her denuded sex. Oh how she regretting shaving her curly down, at least that would have provided a bit of protection for her lady parts. Now nothing stood between her and the swatter as she moved her hand and grasped her firm breasts.

Swat-swat-swat-swat-swat.

Her nectar splattered with every cruel swat. She felt the reverberations deep in her loins. Driving her on. Lighting her on fire.

"Back to it. Frig it. Frig that pussy" Jan laughed as her young charge went back to work with renewed passion. Not even bothering to watch the girl on the video. This time making a show of her own. One that even a porn star would be jealous of.

"Oh God-oh God-oh God-" Leslie moaned, on hand diddling her clit, the other hand behind her working her tight ass.

"I knew there was a hidden slut inside you just waiting to come out," Jan grinned, playing the swatter over the senior's small round orbs. "And you are aren't you. Tell me. I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you are."

"A slut..oh fuck...a slut..." Leslie's passion were a fire that burned out of control. She didn't have to thing of the words this time. She just said them. She didn't have to think what was it the girls did on the videos, she just did them. Her orgasm peaked- slamming hard.

"Whose slut?" Jan demanded.

"Your slut." Leslie said, as she slid down on her back, her feet and head dangling uncomfortably from the table. Her hand a blur as it circled her sex taking her from one orgasm to another almost equally as powerful.

The series of orgasms left the young girl spent. Sapped of energy and will. She glowed in her post orgasm high.

"I think we've made a breakthrough," Jan encouraged her charge. "We really got somewhere today. Good work."

"Thanks," Leslie whispered, not knowing whether to be proud or humiliated.

It was only after she was safely at home that a new feeling overshadowed the first two. Leslie began to grow scared.

The obvious reason, the easy reason. That Jan had used a fly swatter on her. Had used it on her most sensitive parts. She couldn't let that go, could she? No one had a right to do such a thing to another person. She couldn't go back and have the woman do it again. She'd come, but that wasn't the point. The point was no one had a right to treat her in such a fashion. Not even if it was to learn about sex. She was pretty sure sex didn't involve fly swatters. She didn't know much, but she surely knew that.

There was another reason, and though she was loathed to admit it, Leslie was terrified. Terrified because she'd lost control. The exercise-the stretching-even the videos- with all of it, she was learning more and more self-control. Mastering her body.

She was not mastering there on the coffee table, rubbing and fucking herself like an animal. No, her body had mastered her. Had turned her into some sort of sex maniac.

Her phone vibrated again. It was Jan. The woman had stopped calling and begun texting. The first text said simply, where are you? The second. You are late. The third. Call me. Now. Leslie could feel the woman's anger even through those simple words.

With trembling fingers Leslie looked down at her phone.

The fourth text read: I wonder who I will send this picture to? Maybe 555-9898?

It was her dad's cell.

Filled with panic, Leslie quickly called. But it went straight to message? Oh God, was Jan sending a picture to her father already? Dear Lord, what would it be? Did the woman even have pictures? Leslie was sure they'd been deleted.

Leslie texted back. Please don't. I'm begging you.

Get over here. Now.

Leslie obeyed. 

+++++++++++++++

Leslie's control over her relationship with Jan was always lacking. However, she always felt she had some control. She was learning more and more day by day - and with knowledge came power. The more she knew about such sexual matters, the less she needed the older woman.

But now things had changed. the pictures - the videos - the blackmail, the more Jan had, the more leverage she had over Leslie and the less control Leslie had. She felt like a teapot caught up in a tempest.

Her exercise training had always been difficult. However, now it was even more so. She was still required to exercise nude, but now Jan didn't just walk around her and encourage her with praise and threats. Now, the cruel woman used the flyswatter to encourage the poor senior.




The Crush



The woman barked out orders like a drill sergeant. "Push up. One two three four- get those knees up. Swat-swat-swat. Faster. Twenty five-twenty six. Flip over. Feet up. Swat-swat-swat. I said flip and feet up."

Poor Leslie was a red puffing wreck by the time her exercise session was finished. She no longer thought, when Jan spoke, Leslie jumped.

Even her stretching sessions changed. The flyswatter was put down and the vibe was picked up. Leslie still went through the same stretches as before, but this time she was teased relentlessly with the vibe. At first it made it impossible to relax, but after a few minutes, she grew aroused. She grew limber. She also grew to crave the vibe. But the only way she was permitted to feel those tantilizing vibrations, was to stretch that extra millimeter. Millimeter by millimeter, until she felt like she'd come apart at the hinges. Yet no matter how far she split or how much she arched, Jan always kept an orgasm out of poor Leslie's reach.

Toward the end, Leslie was even looking forward to her sex training. So great was the need in her loins, it didn't even matter if the woman wanted to swat her with that fucking swatter. Just so long as she was able to come. Oh to be put on that table again and made to frig - even if being recorded on video or swatted. 

But even her sex training was changed. And for the worse.

"Come here," Jan said, taking off her skirt, and sitting down on the couch with her legs spread wide. It was quite obvious to Leslie that the woman wasn't wearing panties, even more obvious when Jan began to run the vibe up and down her very aroused sex.

Leslie tried to stand.

"Did I say get up?" Jan asked. "Are you hard of hearing?"

"No ma'am." Leslie said, shuffling closer on her knees.

"Does Leslie know what a blowjob is?" Jan asked.

"Yes," Leslie breathed, eyes wide staring at the vibrating phallus. Was this what the woman had in mind for her?

"Yes ma'am, Leslie knows what a blowjob is," Jan ordered sternly, swatting the girl on the flank with the swatter. "Now say it properly."

"Yes-ma'am-Leslie-knows-what-a-blow-job-is," It came out one word at a time. It felt so foreign to the senior. It was as if Jan felt like she was some idiot. Worse, when she referred to herself in third person, it felt like what little control she had were slipping away. This was another of the new rules Jan had imposed on the younger woman. 

"Show me," Jan ordered, flipping the vibrator around and holding it jutting from her crotch as if it were her own cock.

Eyes big and wide, the high school senior leaned forward, pursing her lips, she gave the latex phallus a gentle blow.

"You little idiot." Jan said. "You don't blow it. You suck. Now try again."

Leslie moved close to the huge phallus. So close that this time, she caught a whiff of odor - of musk. The cock was drenched, not just with her juices, but with Jan's. She would have to - to taste herself - to taste Jan. Leslie steeled her nerves and opened her mouth and took the dildo in. God, looked big before, but having it in her mouth made her realize just what she was in store for.

"Don't just stare at it," Jan said. "Suck. And look me in they eyes. What are you some sort of pervert?"

"Mmmmphhhh- sorry ma'am," Leslie said, sucking the dildo in again and looking up at Jan with those big brown eyes.

The older woman taught her all the useful tricks. The careful bite. To suck the balls. To lick the underside. The slap against the tongue. The bump against the cheek. However, having the eighteen year old looking up with those idolizing eyes, all while her mouth was full of a plastic cock was soon too much for her. Pulling Leslie into her with a handful of hair, the girl turned red in the face, when she finally broke free she coughed and gagged.

"Poor girl. Is it too big for you?" Jan purred tossing her borrowed appendage to the floor. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, we can start smaller. So small even you can handle it."

"Thank you," Leslie mumbled apologetically from between the older woman's thighs, secretly glad to be able to work on something a bit more manageable. Waiting patiently for her to produce a smaller dildo.

Jan grabbed the swatter and stuck it under the girl's chin. Lifting her head, so the girl's terrified eyes looked into her own.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Jan asked.

"For a - a smaller one ma'am."

"I'm waiting," Jan said. "Are you stupid or something?"

"No ma'am. Ahhh...Leslie-doesn't-understand-ma'am." Leslie stammered.

Jan spread her wet nether lips and pulled up, making her hard nubbin protrude.

"You see Leslie, a clit is very much like a boys cock my Leslie girl," Jan stated. "It swells when it gets excited. It's almost the same shape. And that big dildo seems to be far too much for someone as inexperienced as you. I think you will agree that even someone as frigid as ill-equipped as you can manage this size without choking. Now come here Leslie..come closer."

It was a clit, not a cock. No matter what Jan said, Leslie couldn't get past that obvious fact. Yes, perhaps it did swell, but it was more of a pearl than a cock. And there were the lips, the wetness, and all the rest. No, it wasn't a cock at all. And though she'd come very familiar with Jan, she'd never done ... anything quite like this.

"Suck my girl cock," Jan ordered, pulling the girl tight by her hair. "Or would you rather I send a picture or two to daddy?"

Leslie had no choice. How had she gotten into this mess. She opened her mouth.

"Mmmmmm..that's right - suck it..." Jan moaned.

Leslie sucked gingerly. Just doing enough for the woman no to send the embarrassing pictures to her dad. God the woman reeked of musk. Worse, she was practically gushing.

"Now lick it up and down." Jan said. "And look up at me and give me a smile. Let me know how much you like it."

Leslie looked up. She couldn't smile if she wanted to. She hoped Jan wouldn't see her obvious distaste.

"Does Leslie love my cock?" Jan asked.

"Mmmphh-Leslie-loves-your-cock," the poor girl muttered, glad for an excuse to get away from the woman's sex. Her respite didn't last. Only seconds passed before she was unceremoniously pulled back tight into the woman's reeking sex.

Under Jan's strict tutelage and despite her reluctance, Leslie learned to please a woman. She learned to lick. To flick her tongue. To suck. To tongue. To flutter.

"Does Leslie love my clit?" Jan moaned. "Tell me again."

"Mmmphh-Leslie-loves-your-clit," Leslie repeated in a defeated tone before she looked up at the woman who had enslaved her. Then her eyes grew wide in fear as she saw the woman's cell phone. Heard the click of the shutter. God, more evidence to be used against her. To blackmail her.

"Don't worry Leslie, if you keep me happy, no one will see this video but us. Now keep me happy," Jan ordered and the eighteen year old returned to work with her tired tongue and aching lips. They would grow tireder still she kept at it for nearly 45 minutes and two orgasms before Jan finally let her rise.

"Get dressed," Jan said. "It's time for you to leave. My husband will be home soon."

Leslie quickly put on her clothes, she was eager to be away from this cruel woman.

"You will be required to send me photos and videos every day just like before," Jan said. "But from now on, there will be no cumming. Not until I feel you deserve it. So for now, you will go until you feel your orgasm coming on, and then you will stop. If you cheat, I will know - and you will be sorry. Do you understand me Leslie?"

"Yes ma'am." Leslie whispered quietly.

"Whenever you don't answer properly, you will earn 25 swats with the swatter," Jan said. "We are out of time tonight, but I will administer them next week when you come over."

"Leslie understands ma'am." Leslie said, her cheeks burning a bright crimson.

"You may go," Jan said. However, there was something in the way the girl rushed to the front door that Jan felt insulting.

"Before you go," Jan added, "I want you to give me a nice curtsy and a thank you."

"I -" Leslie's eyes grew wide and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. How could she?

"Pretend as if you were wearing a skirt. A nice curtsy and a thank you. I expect you to do it from now on."

Leslie blushed even more as she pretended to lift up an imaginary skirt and did a little bob. "Thank you ma'am."

"That's twenty five more swats," Jan smiled wickedly.

Leslie gulped hard and bobbed down again, this time a bit lower and lifted her imaginary hem. "Leslie thanks you ma'am?"

"Is that a question?" Jan asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No - ah- Leslie - is sure." the stammering girl forced out, catching her mistake before it was too late. "Leslie thanks you." She gave another curtsy just to be sure.

"You may go. And Leslie-" Jan said to the girl before she could close the door. "I expect you to wear a skirt next time. It will not be a pretend one you lift next Monday, do you understand?"

"yes- Leslie understands." and finally - finally Leslie was able to leave and put her ordeal behind her.

==================================

Leslie tried to take her mind off her situation by thinking of other things. Like school or the girls in her class. A few weeks ago, she would have looked at them and felt a perverse satisfaction that she was learning things the other girls weren't. Learning about boys and how to please them.

But now? Now Mrs. Mitchell was teaching her different lessons altogether. She was teaching Leslie to please women not men. Even the videos watched in order to learn what women did for men were replaced. Now, Leslie watched videos of women doing things with each other. Lesbians. It was all girls - all the time.

The worst was the teasing. Three weeks had gone by. Three weeks since her last orgasm.

At first Jan's instructions were easy. Even easier than her former instructions. To masturbate and to stop. Then to send the hateful woman a picture. The first two times Leslie carried out the task at took pictures, she looked on each one with just a bit of satisfaction. Her eyes displayed a blaze of fury and distaste. Yes she obeyed, but that bitch would surely see how much she was hated.

However, the third time she followed the instructions and took a picture, she gave it a glance before sending it to the hateful bitch. But in this picture her eyes had changed. The fury was gone. Now she looked...needful. It was as if her pride had been stripped away and her soul left bare.

She couldn't send that picture. So she took another. And another. And another still. Until finally she felt satisfied with the look in her eyes. 

That was only the first night. Three weeks of pleasing while only being teased had taken its toll. She'd given up on the pictures. She could no longer hide the needful lust in her big brown eyes. Worse, she'd started having fantasies.

Lesbian fantasies. She didn't want them. She wasn't....

gay.

That's what she kept telling herself, especially at times like this. It soon became a mantra. I'm not gay- I'm not gay - I'm not gay. Even if she were, she should be angry to be treated in such a fashion. The slim girl was bent over the toilet, a brush in one hand, a bottle of cleaner in the other. She was totally naked save a small apron, stockings, and a pair of high heel pumps.

I'm not gay-I'm not gay-I'm not gay,Leslie repeated silently, even as her slim hips pumped and her arousal dripped down her thighs.

"You are doing a wonderful job Lezlie," Jan purred behind the pale skinned girl. She'd taken to calling the girl Lezlie- and occasionally Lezzie. She had the young girl impaled on her hand like a little puppet. Two fingers worked the girl's tight sex, while her thumb was buried in her tight rear, two in the pink and one in the stink as she liked to say.

"Ahhh..thank you ma'am." Leslie said, doing her best to affect a small curtsy, but it was almost impossible while she was in such a compromised position.

Jan smiled wickedly. "But I think you missed a spot. Pay a little extra special attention would you dear or I'm afraid I'll have to take you over my knee."

"Yes Miss..." It came out as a moan. She could hear the sound of the wet slishing of Jan's fingers. The constant teasing had taken its toll on the poor girl. Three long weeks of unimaginable teasing. Three long weeks of after school licking sessions with this woman's insatiable sex. She'd never in a million years imagined the need that ached deep inside. A need that was growing impossible to deny. Leslie tried to scrub to take her mind off the hollow aching in her loins. Sometimes it helped to keep busy or think about other things. But now? The need threatened to overwhelm her and she could think of nothing save what those fingers were doing to her.

Leslie clutched the rim of the toilet and arched her back. Thrusting back to give herself to the woman who had blackmailed and virtually enslaved her. God, she was so fucking close. Oh, how she needed release, even if from this cruel cruel woman.

However, once again, just as the orgasm threatened to take hold, Jan laughed, and removed her fingers from the poor girl - wiping them clean on her skinny rump.

"Please Miss.." Leslie begged, her body trembling with pent up need. "Leslie needs it."

"Lezzie needs what?" Jan giggled. 

"Leslie needs to come." Leslie groaned.

"You just earned yourself twenty five swats little pervert," Jan said. "Say it respectfully. You know better than to make the same mistake twice."

Leslie wanted to refuse. Wanted to tell the old bitch to go fuck herself. God, but the woman had her, had her wrapped literally around her fingers. With her nectar dripping down her thighs there was no way to deny her obvious arousal. No hope but to say what the old bitch wanted to hear, and just the way she wanted to hear it. "Please Miss, Lezzie needs to come. Please Miss. Lezzie needs it real bad."

"Wash your filthy hands and come with me," Jan said with a knowing smile. For the last three weeks she'd been wondering how long it would take to make the girl beg. She thought the girl would have given up a week ago and felt a bit of respect for how long Leslie had resisted.

Jan took the girl back to her bedroom and quickly stripped out of the clothes she was wearing and motioned for Leslie to join her. The older woman slid into her bed with a smile. She still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

"Come here," Jan ordered. "Not like that, Lezzie. Turn around. That's a good girl. Now slip your legs into mine like so. Just like on that video we watched yesterday."

This wasn't what Leslie imagined. She figured she'd be allowed to use a vibe to bring herself off. Or even to be made to frig herself on the coffee table. Jan could even swat her if she liked. Or that they would use their mouth's on each other. This was - this act- was somehow more intimate than anything she had imagined.

"I thought you wanted to come? Isn't that what you said Lezzie?" Jan asked. "If you are just going to lay there like a frigid corpse, you may as well finish cleaning the bathroom."

"No Miss, Lezzie - ahhh- Lezzie will do better." God, it was like the old bitch could tell what she was thinking. That she knew Leslie had been telling herself she wasn't a lesbian. That she'd been having doubts. That making her call herself a Lezzie, all while wrapping her legs around this older woman was causing her to lose her remaining confidence in her heterosexuality.

The eighteen year old began to move her hips.

"That's nice," Jan cooed. "Scissor me you sweet slut."

Leslie watched women in this very position several times on Jan's videos. Yet, it still took a bit of practice to figure things out. It was harder than she reckoned to line her groove up with Jan's. Harder still to work clit to clit. Legs locked. Hips working. But once she got in the groove, it was easy. It was pure pleasure. Her poor mind screamed that this wasn't just oral - this was sex with another woman. There was no denying this. That this was gay. 

But her cunt. Ahhh her cunt had discovered heaven. Her cunt had discovered bliss and soon it would find release. Sweet heavenly release.

"You must ask permission before you cum little queer," Jan said. "Otherwise, I may not be so generous next time."

Lightning was already dancing through Leslie's loins. "Please Miss, may Lezzlie cum?"

"Not like that," Jan said unwrapping her legs from her slim charge's. "I want to watch you when you come." 

They continued making love, but this time, Jan mounted the eighteen year old missionary style. Humping her as if she had a cock. Working the girl clit to clit. Tit to tit. Mouth to mouth. Kissing. Being kissed in turn.

I'm not gay. I'm not. I'm not. Leslie told herself. But there was no denying that this was a woman she'd wrapper her long legs around. Though she had gone down on Jan countless times, there was always a sense that she'd not been changed. But kissing this woman on the mouth. Holding her so close. Being fucked by her. Being made love to.

Something inside her had changed, there was no denying it. For she was making love to this woman. The thought sent her over the edge.

"Please Miss," Leslie begged, "May Leslie cum? Please...oh God....oh God....I'm sorry. Leslie is sorry."

It was too late. She'd fallen over the edge into the sweet abyss. She tightened her legs around the older woman and held her with all her might. Capturing every ounce of an orgasm that had been brewing for three long weeks.

In the end, Leslie couldn't remember what had happened. Only that she was naked in bed with another woman, covered in sweat, with her extremities tingling. She looked over at the dresser and saw that the video camera was on - that it had captured every last detail. She shrugged and slid down the bed- down between Jan's thighs. She began to lick with a practiced ease.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

At first Leslie thought being enslaved by her history teacher's wife was the end of the world. But after awhile, it really wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of fun.

For instance, she had much more confidence. She used to feel shy and awkward. She felt a sense of anxiety about nearly every personal interaction. However, after being turned into some sort of sexual pet, well, let's just say that the fact that her clothes weren't name brand really didn't seem to matter anymore. 

There was only one thing that Leslie felt anxious about these days and that was Jan. The woman always seemed to be full of surprises, and her latest idea made Leslie more nervous than usual. Jan wanted to take her out for a date.

Sort of a date. For it was only 5:00 and not really night and Leslie had no real choice in the matter. But it was Leslie's first date ever, and it felt real enough to her.

It felt real to Jan too. The cute teen squirmed next to her in the car. She had good reason to squirm - Jan's fingers frigged the girl's denuded sex, her small tight dress had ridden up, providing no modesty whatsoever.

"Mmmmmmm...please Miss, may Leslie please come?" Leslie moaned, oblivious to her exhibitionism, her thin hips pumping in time to Jan's rubbing.

"You are turning into one hot little piece of ass, aren't you lezzie," Jan purred, as she pulled the car into a spot and turned off the ignition.

"Ohhh-fuck-Leslie is a hot piece of ass..." It came out as a low moan from the aroused senior. She spread her legs wider and pumped her hips. 

"I mean it," Jan said, offering her dripping fingers to the young girl. "You are quite a little slut."

Leslie blushed just a bit as she opened her mouth and polished them off. She may have had a problem with it a few weeks ago, but she'd tasted pussy often enough, it was just that in this fashion, with people around...it felt a bit humiliating.




The Crush



"Good girl," Jan said, as she unfastened her seat belt. "Let's go get something to eat."

The young girl reached down in the floorboard for her discarded panties.

"No dear," Jan said. "Leave them there."

Leslie's fingers dropped her panties. Part of her was terrified. She was wearing next to nothing. A party dress with a plunging neckline that was so short she had to constantly fidget with it to keep covered. It belonged to Jan when she was younger, but the older woman was 7 inches shorter. What was short on her was micro on Leslie. Worse, Jan had boobs. Nice full boobs. While Leslie had firmed up from her exercises, she was still wanting in that department. The plunging neckline threatened to display her small wares at any moment.

"We don't need to go in Miss," Leslie said. The 'date' was Jan's idea from the start. At first Leslie welcomed a diversion, but now she was having serious second thoughts. Anyone seeing her like this would assume she was some sort of slut. Thus far, her private games with Jan had been just that - private games. "We could just go back to your place. Leslie will do something extra special for you."

"Nonsense," Jan said. "What kind of date would that be? I have something extra special planned for you. A regular date and then I'm gonna fuck you silly with that big strap on cock I showed you. Your first real fucking young Leslie, I bet you must be excited."

"Yes Miss. Leslie is excited," Leslie said. She was dripping wet and she wanted- no needed a fucking like nobodies business. But in her bottom? The thought frightened her, but not as much as this 'date'. What if someone from school would recognize her and saw her dressed like this?

"I'm glad," Jan said. "Come on. Let's go eat."

It wasn't much of a restaurant. It was a cafeteria and the median age of the customers seemed to be around 70. However, it was perfect for Leslie because the last thing she wanted to do was run into someone her age. It was perfect for Jan because she couldn't afford for word of her and this girl to get back to her husband. This was dangerous for both of them and danger made their arousal that much more intense.

They went through the line and picked up their food. Poor Leslie was mortified the whole time. First off were the stares from the dirty old men. Even worse were the comments from the ladies behind the counter. "Look at you girl, what have you got going on? My word, how do you keep yourself in that pretty dress?"

"She has a date tonight," Jan answered for the humiliated teen.

They sat down and began to eat and Leslie pulled at her dress, it was attempting to gap open at her bosom.

"Leave it be," Jan said. "What are you so worried about?"

"They are going to see Leslie's ...nipples," Leslie whispered the last part, her cheeks blushing fetchingly.

"I want you - to leave it be," Jan said, her voice husky and firm. "Do you understand me?"

The fire already raging in Leslie's loins grew white hot. She nodded her head, the blush spreading to her chest.

"Good," Jan said. "Because I like looking at your hard little boobies. And they are hard - I can see they are very hard little boobies, aren't they little Leslie?"

Leslie nodded again.

"Use your words," Jan said.

"Lelsie's boobies are hard ma'am." Leslie whispered.

"Is anyone else looking at them dear?" Jan took a bite of pie and licked her lips.

"Yes Miss."

"Call me Jan." The older woman said. "This is a date after all."

"Yes Jan."

"How many?"

Leslie's brown eyes darted around. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire so intense was her blush. "Two - no three."

"How many times have you masturbated today?" Jan asked.

"One." Leslie's hand began to tremble. No. Surely Jan wouldn't. "And then with you in the car."

"That doesn't count Leslie," Jan said. "Fingering is not the same as masturbation."

The older woman's foot teasingly ran up and down the young girl's ankle. Then slowly up her calf.

"I want you to do it now." Jan said.

"Excuse me?" Leslie's voice squeaked, due to her distressed state.

"You heard me." Jan replied. "You know the rules. Frig that sweet little pussy of yours, but no coming. You haven't earned it yet. Not till later."

Leslie looked down in her lap. Her cloth napkin gave quite a bit of protection. If the kept her movements small, perhaps she could pull it off. God, she was so wet. This was dirty. She'd never heard of anyone doing such a thing. She had reservations, lots of reservations.

She looked around the cafeteria. Two old men and an old woman were staring at her while trying not to be obvious. She looked across the table at Jan. The woman was pure evil putting her into that next to nothing dress and taking her out to put her on some sort of exhibitionistic display all while calling it a 'date'.

It took a lot of nerve. A real date. A boy would never ask for anything of the sort. Leslie grew angry at the thought. This wasn't a real date. 

"If this was a real date, you wouldn't order me to do stuff like that. You might ask me, but you wouldn't order me." Leslie didn't know what possessed her. It was as if her tongue were possessed. She cringed inside waiting for whatever punishment the older woman would devise.

Jan's eyes widened. They almost narrowed, but the girl had a point. She said it was a date. Would a date go around giving orders? No. Jan was almost at a loss for words. Almost. 

"Will you masturbate for me?" Jan asked. "Please."

Leslie felt a thrill of excitement. For the first time ever it seemed she was in charge. She was in control.

And she liked that feeling. She liked it a lot.

"No." Leslie said. "I want you to masturbate for me."

Jan blushed, her scared eyes danced back and forth. It was a bit embarrassing being with a young girl who was wearing next to nothing. Even more so considering the girl's tight nipples peaked from beneath the small dress. A dress so daring, more daring than she'd ever dare to wear, even though she lied to the girl, telling her otherwise.

"You are feeling a bit big for you britches," Jan said. "You know what I have on my camera. I can send a few pictures at any time."

"Is that what you tell all your dates?" Leslie asked pointedly, and the neck of the small dress up so that her breasts were no longer exposed.

"Wait-" Jan muttered. This wasn't going how she wanted. The pictures. No, she couldn't very well send them out while sitting down in a cafeteria. She cursed herself for making a hollow threat. It felt as though the ground were slipping beneath her feet. 

"No." Jan blushed again. How had she managed to get roped into this situation. 

"Take off your panties," Leslie said, her hand sliding up and down the neck of her blouse. Teasing the older woman with her nipples. It wasn't showing, but Jan knew it was just out of site. A few millimeters and she would see pink.

"I'm in charge," Jan said, but she didn't feel like it at the moment. 

"Then this isn't a date?" Leslie pushed her plate away and tightened the neck of her blouse so that her pert breasts were even less visible.

"Wait- I'm sorry-I was wrong." The older woman was hot already. Her loins were all a quiver. She couldn't believe she was considering going along with this. Why was she considering it? She had this hot little eighteen year old under her thumb. And yet? Now it felt like her control was slipping. Yet she was so horny.

"Yes," Jan whispered. "It's a date."

The older woman looked left and right. Why had she picked this place with so many people. At least they were old and she didn't recognize any one. Her hand stole beneath the table. She lifted up her hips and gave a wriggle. Her cheeks blushed a bright red. There - they were to her knees. A quick step and another and she was done. She picked them up beneath her napkin and put them in her lap.

"Hand them to me," Leslie ordered.

The blush spread down the older woman's chest. She passed her undergarment to the young girl, still hidden beneath a napkin.

"Did I ask for your napkin?" Leslie said, her ruby red lips forming a small sneer.

"No." Jan blushed a ruby red. She looked about. Had anyone heard? Leslie said it far too loudly for her benefit. 

"That will be twenty five licks when you get home." Leslie said. "It should be fifty for answering with disrespect. From now on, I want you to answer respectfully. You should know how by now. After all, you taught me."

Jan's mind was a whirl of confusion. Her control hadn't just slipped. Now it was she that was being wrapped around the finger of a woman...this skinny slip of a girl. Don't do this, her mind screamed. You are the boss. She is your little pet geek slut. You don't do what she says. She does what you say.

The mind knows better, but the body? The body doesn't know the difference between good and bad. Jan's body was screaming. Fuck me. Do what you will to me. Her mental will soon crumbled to dust.

"No Miss, you did not ask for Jan's napkin." Jan was dripping in her seat. She'd taught this girl far too well. She was going to get spanked when she got home. Would it sting? Would she cry out? Would she crave it?

"Much better," Leslie said. "Now hand them to me."

Janet gulped and exhaled. She felt light-headed. Had she been holding her breath this whole time? She handed her panties to the young girl sitting across from her, doing her best to keep the transaction hidden from view.

"You are very wet little Janie slut," Leslie said. "Aren't you slut? Is that what you are?"

"Yes," Jan whispered. "Jan is a wet little slut."

"I'm waiting," Leslie said, putting the woman's panties in her lap.

Jan looked around the restaurant. It seemed so empty, but now that she was in the hot seat, it seemed very very crowded. She'd been certain Leslie could have done what she was asking without getting caught, but now she wasn't so sure. As a matter of fact, she was certain she'd get in serious trouble.

"Forget it," Leslie said, turning her gaze to her plate, ignoring the flushed housewife. Playing the sort of mind game that Jan used on her.

Could she do this? Why was she doing this? Was Leslie even watching? Did the girl understand how terrifying this was? The older woman's hand stole beneath her napkin. It was easy to find her wet slit. Her nostrils flared as she struck home. Her thighs spread like butter. Her plump hips pumped in her seat. "Mmmmm-oh God..." she moaned softly.

Leslie's own loins grew hot. So very hot from watching this woman. This woman who'd blackmailed her. Who'd made her lick. Who'd taken photographs of her. Who'd spanked her. Oh how she hated this- this sweet sweet bitch. God, the woman was doing it. She was masturbating for her right there in front of everyone. Oh and it was so very obvious to anyone who looked. Perhaps too obvious.

"You like it don't you, you slut?" Leslie asked, nudging the woman's knee with her own, making her spread even wider.

Jan could only nod. She didn't trust herself to speak. The slish-slish of her finger working her wet slit was audible. She prayed no one else could hear.

"Don't you dare stop," Leslie said, as she slipped her phone beneath the table and snapped a photo.

Jan's blush deepened, as the situation grew further and further out of her control.

"Things are going to be changing now," Leslie teased. "I've enjoyed our little date. I've enjoyed it an awful lot little Jannie slut. From now on we are going to be having a lot of dates. Is that okay with you Jannie slut." 

Oh how the lightning danced in her loins at that cruel prospect. This girl wouldn't be her plaything. No, it was she that would be the plaything.

"Yes Miss," Jan said. "Jannie would like that."

"Do you remember what you showed me before we left?" Leslie asked the blushing older woman. She couldn't resist, she slipped her hand beneath her napkin and stroked her sensitive clit.

"Yes Miss," Jan knew very well. Why did she have to show off the large strap on cock to the young girl? She trembled knowing what as in store.

"When we get back to your house," Leslie said. "I'm going to fuck you with it. Remember what you said to me? It was going to be my first real fucking. Now it's going to be true for you."

But Jan had been fucked many times already. Then a thought hit. No. Surely not.

Leslie smiled a wicked smile. She winked. "Even a slut like you hasn't had a real fucking everywhere. I bet you can think of a place, can't you little Jannie slut?"

Jan blushed even more that she thought was possible. She should put a stop to this. The slish-shish of her finger was driving her mad and making thinking nearly impossible. God, the girl had in mind to fuck her in the ass. She'd never dared to do such a thing. She wasn't that sort of woman.

"Yes, Jan has never been fucked there."

Leslie's eyes hardened. "Make that twenty more swats to remind you to answer with respect."

It took a moment for her to realize what the Leslie wanted. "Yes Miss, Jannie slut has never been fucked back there."

"Then lets get out of here," Leslie said. "I'm going to take you home and fuck you. I'm going to make sure you feel it tomorrow. Ha-ha- it may be a little uncomfortable to sit down when I'm done with you."

Jan drove home. It was much harder driving now that the tables were turned. Here legs were spread and Leslie was diddling her clit, in exactly the same fashion as she'd diddled the girl's on the way to the restaurant.

"Please be gentle," Jan whimpered. "I-I'm driving. I don't want to have- an accident."

"I know what I'm doing bitch," Leslie said, dragging a teasing fingertip along the older woman's soaked sex. "You just worry about driving."

"Yes Miss.." Jan breathed, daring to glance down at the swollen lips of her drenched sex. Dear Lord, she'd soaked the seat...how would she be able to get the stain...oh God, or the smell out?

It took forever to get home. Once home, there was little waiting and no orders given. Clothes lay in a trail from the front door to the bedroom. The eighteen year old senior strapped on a large flesh colored dildo. The older woman waiting on hands and knees, gazing up with big blue eyes, her legs spread wide. She was ready - yet she was still scared.

Would it hurt? When she'd lost her virginity it had hurt a bit. But this was different. She'd heard talk about this. This would make the other a walk in the park. Why on earth had she bought such a large dildo to begin with? 

"I'm going to fuck you Jannie," Leslie said, placing the head of the phallus against the blond's tight opening. "I'm gonna give it to you so fucking hard. Oh yeah, you are going to remember this one for days to come."

"Please be gentle," Jan moaned. She could feel the cold head at her tight entrance. Oh God, it was far too late to back out now. Leslie took her by the hips and pushed. Fuck. "Ouch..." It did hurt. God, this was going to be impossible.

"Shhhhh..." Leslie urged, withdrawing slightly and pushing in again and again. Slowly but surely driving the large strap on home. "Just try to relax. Relax and let it happen. Now you see what it was like when you fingered me in the ass. Oh but this is much larger than a finger or thumb. But a slut like you? A pervert? A queer? Oh I bet you love it don't you? Turn around so I can see your pretty face Mrs. Mitchell. Turn around for me." Leslie picked up the older woman's swatter and used it on her, slapping the woman's ass hard enough to leave an imprint.

Ouch! The pain of the swat had caused the older woman to tense her internal muscles, driving home the pain of the invader in her ass. Fuck! Why had she consented to this? Why had she let this girl out from under her thumb? She reached between her legs and diddled her clit to take the edge off the pain.

"What a perv!" Leslie said, swatting the woman's ass and thighs with the swatter. Reveling in her new found power over this woman. "Just look at you Mrs. Mitchell. Rubbing yourself off while taking it up the ass."

"Uffff...fuck..." Jan groaned, the invader in her ass spearing her mercilessly.

"Take it bitch," Leslie said. "Reach back and spread that sexy ass for me Mrs. Mitchell."

Jan obediently displayed her most intimate regions to this young girl.

Leslie grabbed the older woman by the hair pulled, driving the dildo home. God, the sensation was divine. She'd always assumed that the only pleasure Mrs. Mitchell obtained from the dildo was sadism. However, there was a bump that hit her just so with every motion. She was surely going to come. And very soon.

"Play with your pussy Jannie," Leslie ordered. "I'm going to make you come. I'm gonna make you come with this big dick up your ass...I'm gonna make you come from fucking you where Mr. Mitchell has never been."

"Fuck..give it to me. Give it to me. Fuck my ass. Take it. It's yours. Fuck it. Fuck it." Jan Mitchell panted, never hearing the garage door, or the kitchen door, or even the door to the bedroom she shared with her husband. All she knew was that she was coming and despite the pain in her rear, it was the best come ever.

So good she road the wave of pleasure, not even opening her eyes at the shocked gasp from her husband staring open mouthed at the door to the bedroom.

Leslie saw him, yet she was powerless to stop. She'd been denied for far too long. She tweaked her tight nipples, pulling and twisting until her orgasm slammed home. Her teacher, the husband of this woman she was fucking, was watching. He'd seen.

He had seen what most mean fantasize of. Two women going at it. His wife and one of his female students. But his wasn't just any threesome. This was his wife, though she didn't act like his wife. His wife was usually reserved and somewhat of a perfectionist. This woman acted like some slut, moaning and clawing the bed sheets. Writhing about. Being fucked in her ass. She'd always told him it was out of the question, yet here she was...by his student.

He didn't feel turned on. He felt...emasculated. He closed the door and went to the kitchen, opening a beer and taking a long swallow. What should he do? Ask to join in? No, it was clear he would be the odd man out in that action. I mean...maybe if they had been licking each other like proper lesbians. But that was hardcore fucking. He had no clue how he'd fit into that sort of action.

He took another long swallow of his drink. What would he do? Yes, he would ask her to end the relationship. That was the ticket.

And so he did. It was tempting to give in to his wife's tears. Even more tempting when she offered to let him participate. But he held firm. He insisted she break it off. He said they would move to be certain it wouldn't happen again.

He began to feel safe in their relationship once more. His wife had made a mistake. Usually it was the man who made it. This time it was his wife. She was recently unemployed. That sort of thing could make anyone a little crazy. He could be forgiving.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

It wasn't fair, Leslie told herself, as she mindlessly scribbled Jan's name on a page in her notebook. Just when she was beginning to find happiness, it was all snatched away from her.

Mr. Mitchell had discovered her. And of all the times to come home early. Why couldn't he have come home when she was being spanked, being photographed, or teasted relentlessly. No, the bastard had to come in the very first time she was getting hers.

She felt a nudge on her shoulder. She looked back. A folded up piece of paper was pushed into her hand. She unfolded it and took a look.

"Want to go out sometime?" the note read. It was signed Dan.

Leslie felt a little cheer return with the note. With a wicked smile she scrawled, "Sorry, but I have other plans - with your ex." and passed it back.

It was the one good thing that had happened to her lately. Mr. Mitchell was gone. So was Jan. God, she missed that woman. And somehow, somehow word had gotten around school at to what happened. They didn't know the details, only that Mr. Mitchell's wife was seduced by one of his students. The assumed it was a boy at first. Some of the boys even led on that they had been the one giving it to Mrs. Mitchell.




The Crush



Until they learned it was Leslie. The best part was they didn't even know about the blackmail, the pictures, the teasing, the spanking. They only knew that Leslie had seduced Mr. Mitchell's wife.

At first she was filled with dread. She would be a pariah. Instead she was welcomed as a hero. They wanted to be friends with her. To date her.

It was what she'd always wanted. Except now that she had it, all she wanted was Jan. Jan. She'd moved away. Her phone had been disconnected. There was no way to reach her. No way to say, "I miss you." It had ended so abruptly. Too abruptly.

Leslie's phone began to vibrate. She took it out and slid it open.

Mrs. Morgan looked at her with obvious disapproval, but said nothing. It was another added benefit. The female teachers were all openly fearful of her. As if she were going to point at them and say, "Hey I'm fucking my Trig and Chem teachers too."

Leslie extended her tongue and licked her lip. I'll give the old bitch something to be afraid of, she thought. Then she read her text.

"I miss you.-Jannie."

It was from a number she didn't recognize.

"Where R U?" Leslie quickly typed.

"I'm back. A new apt."

"Mr. Mitchel?"

"Gone"

"I want you."

"Me too."


"Now." Leslie felt herself grow wet. She felt powerful once more.

"Ok."

"Pick me up"

"Ok"

Leslie smiled. "Do you still have the dress from our date?"

"Yes"

"Wear it."

"Ok"

"My dress. The one I wore on our last date. Not your dress. And nothing else."

"Yes Miss." Jan was melting. She felt like putty in this young girl's hands. She began to strip to get ready for her date. 

Leslie put away her phone, and held up her hand until she was recognized by the teacher.

"Yes Leslie?"


I'm feeling sick Mrs. Morgan. May I please be excused.

"Yes you may."

Leslie quickly packed, thinking of her Jannie waiting for her in that tiny little dress. Mmmmmm...she was feeling a little hungry. Maybe she'd make the woman go through a drive through. That'd be fun. However, she didn't think she'd have the patience to wait instead of taking Jannie somewhere and fucking her silly.

The End