4 comments/ 10291 views/ 2 favorites The Last Day By: sweethoneyy Amber stood waiting by her car as she looked around the neighborhood. She had lived here all her life but had only met Daniel in her senior year. He too lived in her neighborhood but they never crossed paths until school started. He had taken an extra semester and had been in all her classes. They became close friends and spent a lot of time together in and out of school. Amber however developed a liking towards Daniel that was more than friends. She was scared that he did not like her back, therefore, she never said a word. But Amber didn't know that Daniel too, had a liking for her. The warm air felt nice on Amber's skin as she waited. Her brown hair flowing in the wind. She was average height for a girl but had an athletic body from playing many sports. It was her blue eyes, however, that caught everyones attention. She heard a door close and looked up. She saw Daniel approach her in his usual shorts and T-shirt style. His shaggy blonde hair covered a bit of his forehead and he ran his hand through it. His eyes caught hers looking and he smiled. She always loved his eyes, the deep green colour that always made her breathless. "Hey Amber, sorry for keeping you waiting," said Daniel. "Oh no worries, I wasn't waiting for too long," she replied. They got into the car and she pulled out of the driveway. They were heading for the bowling alley and for a movie after words. It was the last few days before the school semester started and the last time Amber would see Daniel before he went to university. "So are we still keeping the bet we made a few weeks ago?" asked Daniel, taking Amber out of her thoughts. "Of course we are. It makes everything more fun. And anyways, I know I'll win for sure," replied Amber with a smile. "Haha, you keep thinking that." They arrived to the bowling alley and Daniel being the gentleman he always was to Amber, he paid for everything. They got to their lane and put their shoes on and started the game. Amber knew this was her last chance at making her move so she did everything possible. She flirted with Daniel throughout the night and he was responsive; holding her hands, dancing with her and sometimes just holding her as they talked. Daniel was enjoying his time very much, especially with how Amber was acting and thought that during the movies, he'll make his move. By the end of the game, like Amber said, she won both games and Daniel once again had to pay for the movies. "Wow, I guess I was wrong about you. You definitely showed me up tonight," said Daniel. "I haven't played in a while since tonight so I guess I got lucky," laughed Amber. They drove to the theatre and got their tickets and food. Throughout the movies, Amber leaned close to Daniel and in response, Daniel snuggled up close. Near the end of the movie, Amber leaned her head on his shoulder and he knew that his move should be made. He moved his arm out and put it around her shoulder bringing her close. Amber smiled when she felt his touch and snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. The movie finished and they continued to sit there together. "Well that was a good movie. Are you ready to go?" asked Amber. "Yeah, whenever you are." Daniel said as he stood up and stretched. As they walked back to the car, Amber slide her arm into Daniel's. He looked down at Amber and smiled. They drove back to Daniel's house to drop him off and as she turned the car off, he sat there in silence. "I really enjoyed tonight Amber. It was a great way to spend my last time with you," said Daniel quietly. He looked into his lap. Amber sat in silence and looked at Daniel. She unbuckled her seatbelt and moved closer to him. "Daniel." Before he could look up, she planted a small kiss on his lips. He sighed, and brought his hand up to her cheek. They continued to kiss, responding to each others touches. When they broke apart, Daniel looked at her. "Would you like to come inside?" She nodded and exited the car. They walked up to the front door and entered. The house was dark and quiet. They continued through the house until they got to Daniel's bedroom. He opened the door and she walked in. As she turned around, she saw Daniel looking at her. "What's wrong Daniel? Is everything okay?" asked Amber. "I don't want my last night with you to be like every other time we've been together. I want tonight to be special and I hope that you'll agree with me," he responded. He steeped closer to her and grabbed her around the waist pulling her in for a kiss. Amber responded and put her arms around his neck. "I want this too Daniel. I've liked you for a long time and I want this to be special." He leaned down and kissed her softly. She moaned in response and brought herself closer to him. He stepped forward and pushed her towards the bed, not breaking the kiss. They fell down together with him on top and they continued kissing each other and exploring each others bodies. Amber pulled away and looked at Daniel. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to go to university knowing you spent your last night with a girl who loves you." Daniel didn't need to hear anything else. He started to kiss her passionately as he began to remove her shirt. He pulled it over her head, revealing her athletic body. He always enjoyed the way she looked. Amber moved her hands to his top and pulled it over his head. The six pack he always bragged about was now in front of her. She ran her hands along his chest and kissed him. He sat her up and removed her bra. Instantly, Amber brought her hands up to cover herself but Daniel grabbed them. "Amber, you look beautiful." She looked up and blushed. He brought her hands to her side and kissed his way down to her chest. His took one breast into his mouth and she lifted her chest to him wanting more. His flicked his tongue along her nipple and she moaned in pleasure. His took the other breast and gave it the same treatment. Her pussy was so wet so she lifted her hips up telling him what she wanted. He grabbed her jeans and unbuttoned them, bringing them down her hips and legs. He then kissed the inside of her thighs and peeled off her panties. He could smell her sweet aroma and began to kiss the folds of her pussy. She lifted her hips more to meet his lips. He kissed her pussy and licked her slit. She moaned and rub the top of his head. He continued to lick her and slowly inserted a finger. Amber squirmed in pleasure. He placed one kiss on her clit and rubbed it slowly. She squirmed even more, thrusting her hips higher. She could feel his cock rubbing against her leg from his jeans. She moved her hands to her head and moved him up to kiss him. As they kissed, she moved her hands down to undo his pants. He hinted her movements and slid the pants off and removed his boxers. She took his cock and started rubbing up and down. Daniel started moaning and Amber shifted herself on top of him. She kissed down his chest and kissed the tip of his cock. Amber then took his cock and licked the entire shaft before putting it in her mouth. Daniel moaned and pushed her head further down his cock. She continued sucking him, sometimes playing with his balls at the same time. He began thrusting into her mouth, wanting her deeper. She continued to please him until she could feel her wetness drip down her thigh. She wanted him so badly. She stopped and straddled Daniel. "I want you right now. Fuck me." Daniel obliged and grabbed her hips to guide her onto his cock. She sat down and moved her hips slowly up and down. She could feel him inside her moving in and out. Amber leaned back and rode Daniel, rubbing her hands along her body. She rubbed her breasts and moved her hand down to rub her clit. Daniel was so turned on from watching her play with herself that he grabbed he and brought her down onto him and thrushes into her with quick speed. He could feel his balls smack against her ass as she moaned loudly. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously. He grabbed her other breast and pulled on her nipple as he continued sucking the other one. He switched to give the same pleasure to her other breast, sucking it hard and playing with the nipple he just finished licking. He wanted control so badly. Daniel sat up, still inside Amber and flipped her onto her back. He took her hands and pinned them above her head. "Oh god, moaned Amber. "Are we being a little kinky here baby?" "You always knew how I liked to be in control sweetheart." Daniel kept her hands pinned and thrusted into her hard. Her breasts bounced and he came in contact with her pelvis. He continued moving in and out of her fast, bringing her climax to its fullest. Amber leaned her head back, moaning in delight. Daniel then took one hand and moved it over her clit. Amber's eyes shot open and stared at him. "Please," she begged. Daniel smiled and placed his hand onto her clit, slowly rubbing in circles. He rubbed faster and faster until he could hear Amber's quick breaths escape her mouth. He knew her orgasm was near, he could feel her pussy clenching him and he thrusted into her. He wanted her to experience a non forgetful night. Amber moaned, squirming with pleasure and she felt his cock inside her, his hand rubbing her clit. She could feel him growing and knew he couldn't last much longer either. They were both on the verge of cumming. She thrusted her hips up to match his movements. The feeling started in her toes and she couldn't stop it. "I'm going to cum. Please baby, faster. Cum with me, let me feel you inside me," moaned Amber. "Anything for you hun," breathed Daniel. It didn't take them long to feel their climax build. Amber moaned loudly, thrashing her head back with her eyes closed as her orgasm sweeps through her. Daniel thrusted hard and filled Amber's pussy with his hot cum. They both lay there breathless as their orgasms subsided. "That was wonderful. Oh my," breathed Amber. "What a way to end the night," Daniel replied. Amber laughed. She knew that tomorrow she would be saying goodbye. But this moment right here was something she'd never forget. "I love you Daniel." I love you too Amber, always have, always will." Daniel sat up and brought Amber to his side. They both fell asleep in each others arms, keeping the memories of tonight as something they could look back to. The Last Day Ron stared down with nervous anticipation at the blonde cutie who knelt before him. Her brown plaid skirt was pulled up just enough, allowing her hose-covered knees to rest on the commercial grade carpet beneath her. Her white blouse hung unbuttoned and her well-endowed cleavage was clearly visible as she looked up at her boss. The flushing of blood to her cheeks gave mild color to an otherwise pale face as Cindy licked her bright red lips. She held a peculiar grin and her blue eyes sparkled as she began to slowly unzip Ron's pants. Fully erect, his cock formed a large bulge in his pants, and while Cindy rubbed the outside of his trousers Ron couldn't believe that his fantasy was coming true. Cindy had worked for Ron for two years and despite the fact that they were both attached the two had a long history of sexual tension between them. He was a happily married man it seemed, but Cindy could tell he wanted her. She herself had a steady boyfriend, but Ron could tell that she was interested in him as well. No, they had never vocalized it. Just some harmless flirting, the occasional brushing against each other, and the mesmerizing look that they had given one another at times. Though it was obvious to both of them that they each desired the other, neither of them had made an overt pass at the other. Until now. Today, however, was different. Cindy had turned in her notice and this was her last day working for Ron, who was a generous boss and was loved by everyone. At a quarter 'til five that afternoon she said her goodbyes to her coworkers and prepared to leave. When she reported to Ron's office, he stood and greeted her one last time, but this time with a warm embrace that lasted longer than usual. For a moment there was an awkward pause and they almost kissed, then Ron broke the silence. "Girl, I'm really gonna miss you" Ron stated with obvious feelings of desire in his eyes. "Dan and Nick will manage in your place just fine, but, ya know, they're just nowhere near as pretty." Cindy smiled softly and blushed a little, but didn't acknowledge the compliment. She was silent for a moment before asking him, "Are...you gonna be here for a while?" "As always," Ron replied, with a look of curiosity on his face. "Well, there's a goodbye gift that I have for you but I need to come back to give it to you. Promise you won't leave?" she inquired. "Your wish is my command, ma'am" Ron answered with a sly grin. He was determined to enjoy their game of tease all the way 'til she walked out the door. And when she did, he eyed her shapely behind as she strutted a catwalk. As she reached for the door Cindy gave a quick look over her shoulder, catching Ron staring at her ass. This time, unlike the many times before, Ron didn't turn his head in embarrassment or hide what he was looking at. Their eyes met and Cindy acknowledged with a smile that she knew she had his attention. Then she closed the door behind her as she left. For forty-five minutes Ron waited on Cindy's return, signing checks, checking email and doing other routine end-of-the-day business. He wondered briefly why she needed to come back later. Had she forgotten the gift at home, hadn't purchased it yet, or what? Still, he tried not to allow himself to analyze the question too much. Then it dawned on him that when Cindy returned, they would likely be alone. Suddenly nervous, he began to theorize and fantasize what might happen when she returned. She knows I leave at six every night or my wife will freak out. If she wants to get personal, that doesn't leave much time. Maybe it's just a thank you gift that wasn't ready before now. Oh well... Ron's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the familiar sound of the squeaky front door being opened. Quite aroused, he feared that she would walk in to find him with his face all flushed, so he stepped out quickly to a nearby bathroom to clean up. Across the street from her now former place of business, Cindy parked her car in a shopping mall lot so she could view her former coworkers as they left. The rules were set in stone at this company. Ron expected all hourly employees to clock out at five o'clock, and salaried folks by five-thirty. He himself was always gone at six. Something about even him having a boss at home is how he'd explained it. The first wave at five minutes after the hour left only a handful of cars, and being a Friday it only took another five to ten minutes for the rest to disappear. That's part of what she loved about Ron, that he always took care of his employees, and that he wanted everyone to have a life outside of work. In Cindy's mind, not only was Ron the perfect boss; he was the perfect man. He was always taking care of everyone else, but today she wanted to take care of him. Ron was such a man that, although he would flirt sometimes, he'd never make a pass at Cindy. But the tension between them was getting hotter, and Cindy was actually worried that she would somehow ruin him. She wasn't sure how she could love two men, but she just knew there was no future in it. Her solution was to find another job and try to move on. With the parking lot empty, Cindy felt safe to return. But instead of her normal parking spot she chose one from the next building over some distance away. There was a candle shop on that end of the strip mall where she parked, so in case her car was noticed she could always say she had stopped in there after work. And if anyone saw her walking back to work she could say she forgot something. One thing about Ron, he had a stellar reputation. Though Cindy wasn't worried about her own image too much, the thought of ruining Ron's was terrifying. Cindy had thought about this a lot. Having an affair with her boss just wasn't an option in her mind. She valued Ron enough that she didn't want him to risk his home life and career, knowing that if they were caught it would cost her job as well. Plus, his life was so regimented that finding time for anything would be near impossible. In her mind, Cindy reasoned that a half hour of intimacy was the best they could have. Just enough time for an erotic goodbye. Cindy entered the company front office and locked the squeaky door behind her, then she made her way slowly toward the executive offices near the back. She thought she heard some movement back there, and her heart started to beat loudly from her nervousness. She had to pass through a narrow hallway before reaching Ron's office door, but due to the arrangement of furniture she couldn't see his desk without walking in. So there she stood trying to catch her breath before making her move. After two years of unspoken but mutually understood desire, as well as the short time frame they had, there would be no working their way into this. A more direct approach was required, and the best idea that came to mind was to unbutton her blouse and walk in. That way it would break the ice and leave no doubt what she was there for. As she stepped through his doorway, she noticed immediately Ron wasn't there. Ron took advantage of these moments away from his office to use the restroom and wash up. The cool water on his face helped wake him up from his fantasizing and to think about reality. Quit fooling yourself, he thought to himself. Nothing's going to happen. Take her gift, thank her for her time with the company, and move on. He knew that The warm embrace from earlier was enough to fuel his future fantasies, and having felt her breasts against his chest he knew he'd be jerking off to that memory for years to come. Turning the corner into his office corridor, he spotted Cindy from behind. Her shapely ass got his attention one more time and he slowly snuck up on her, expecting to scare her. There she stood just inside his office door, hands on her hips, and though Ron couldn't see her face, he imagined it had a puzzled look on it, wondering where he'd gone. Abandoning his intention to spook her by grabbing her waist, he opted to just lean against the door jam, which made just enough noise to get Cindy's attention. Ron's eyes got big and his jaw dropped when Cindy turned around. Her unbuttoned white blouse hung open, exposing her busty breasts encased in a sexy bra of white lace as well as a diamond stud piercing in her navel. "Oh, there you are!" She said with a naughty grin. "I've got something for you." As she smiled and stepped forward into Ron's personal space, he backed away, trying to say something that didn't make any sense. Grabbing his tie with one hand and his belt with the other, Cindy became aggressive with him and pushed him against the wall. "Don't you back away from me, Mister. You're not going anywhere," Cindy instructed him. "We've been playing games for too long now and it ends today. So don't act like you don't want me." Her hands clutched the front of his waistband as she moved in to kiss him. "What about the--" Ron began to inquire nervously. "--Just shut up and kiss me" Was all he heard back before his lips met hers. Ron and Cindy stood in the narrow hallway wrapped in each other's arms, their hands exploring one another's bodies while they passionately kissed. What began as animalistic passion slowed down to a measured rhythm as she stroked the outside of Ron's pants, forming a substantial bulge. "Baby you know I can't. There's just--" Ron whined before being cut off again. "--Hush, I told you! Everything's perfect, just like I hoped for" she said. "As regimented a life as you lead there's no time for us. This. Right here. About twenty minutes. This is all we got. No more after this. I've accepted the fact that you'll never be mine, and as bad as we both wanna fuck our brains out it just can't happen. You mean a lot to me, Ron. Let me do this. For you." With Cindy leaning into him and her hand gripping the bulge in his pants, Ron slowly exhaled after what seemed like a long pause. "What do you wanna do?" Ron asked. "This" was all she said as she slid down to her knees. Ron's dream of being with Cindy was finally coming true, and he couldn't believe his own eyes. She's so damn beautiful, Ron thought to himself. Her cute round face with curly blonde hair accented the busty cleavage below, and Ron's eyes fixated on her as she worked her magic. Cindy's desire was to suck Ron's cock and drink his cum. She wanted to feel him grow inside her mouth, taste his flesh, and completely consume his cock. Strictly for her own enjoyment she would have spent considerably more time loving on him. But this was about Ron's pleasure not hers, and time was limited. She wanted him to have a visual experience as well as physical. Instead, she tickled the head of his penis with long licks, slowly stroking his shaft with her hand. Then she opened her mouth and let his dick lay on her tongue while it grew. She tilted her head and got underneath him, allowing his balls to press against her right cheek while she looked straight up at him. Her lips and tongue serviced the underside of his shaft as Ron's moans grew louder. The sight before him was unbelievable, and Ron marveled at it. He and Cindy's eyes stayed locked as she sucked and stroked his cock. He began to feel the pressure build and he knew he would cum if she didn't stop. That was one thing about his wife. Though she would occasionally give him head, she never let him cum that way. Cindy changed her position so that she could perform long deep plunges on Ron's cock. Fully erect and aroused, the tip now sunk deep into Cindy's throat. She could feel the gagging sensation but kept swallowing him down. She heard his moans and increased the speed as she struggled to breath. She braced her feet on the hallway wall behind her and pushed Ron back a little so he rested against the opposite wall. Going full throttle now, Cindy made straight-on plunges as she bobbed her head back and forth up and down his cock. She heard Ron make one long continuous moan until he got louder and started shaking almost violently. She felt Ron's hands grab her head and she stopped moving, but he took over and continued to fuck her mouth himself. It was in that instant that Ron realized how empowered he was. Because of time constraints that she had already admitted, Cindy wasn't going to get anything in exchange; no relief, no orgasm, no fucking nor even fingering. She was here to serve and nothing else. For this moment she was his and she actually wanted to be used. When he realized this, he felt as if he had the permission to be more rough with her. He wasn't sure how much she could handle so he slowly fucked her mouth harder and harder. With his shoulder blades against the wall behind him, he used his pelvis to make forceful thrusts against Cindy's face while he held her head. He was certain that with every deep thrust he was pushing back into her throat. Her eyes were watering and mascara was beginning to run. Ron felt the pressure build and knew he was about to explode. He thought for a moment where he wanted to cum. This would be a once in a lifetime experience and he wanted it to be memorable. Should it be on her face, her breasts, or in her mouth? The decision wasn't easy, as any of the options would be considered incredibly hot. As he felt himself get closer, he couldn't bring himself to pull out of Cindy's mouth. It felt too incredible to stop. Within a minute Ron was riding a wave of pleasure as he emptied three strong bursts of his personal fluid into the back of Cindy's mouth. For a moment, neither of them moved. The pleasure subsided as Ron's dick slowly deflated, leaving Cindy trying to recover her breath. She regained her composure and began to lovingly suck Ron's cock some more, this time with no apparent intent to bring him to another climax. Some of his ejaculate had made its way out of Cindy's mouth and was hanging off her chin. Even more had dripped down onto her breasts and lay there. With her finger, Cindy scraped it all up and licked her finger dry, swallowing the rest of what she had already consumed. Ron put himself back together and helped Cindy to her feet. She buttoned up her shirt, and looked at her watch one last time, nodding in approval that her timeframe had been made. Their eyes met and Cindy leaned into Ron, giving him a slow, sensual smooch on his lips. He started to speak but Cindy put her index finger over his lips, signaling him to stay quiet. She slowly walked backwards out of the hallway, eyes locked with his, smiling uncontrollably. As she turned and walked through the door for the last time, Ron heard the familiar sound of the creaky door shutting and remarked to himself how quiet and lonely it seemed. Years of sexual tension had vanished in the last few minutes, and Ron felt drained in more ways than one. Suddenly aware of the time, Ron grabbed his personal items and proceeded to return home. On the way out, he noticed that the front door made no noise. The Last Day of High School Let me just start off by saying that I have never seen Katie's parents naked, ok? I never have, and I never want to. Katie had been my best friend since middle school, when she and her family moved to my neighborhood from California. Today, Katie and I had taken our last final exams of high school, and to celebrate, we were sleeping over at her house. We were going off to far-flung colleges in the fall, and vaguely I was aware that there was hard work and late nights of studying ahead of me. I'd been told it was harder than anything I'd ever done before. But for right now, I got a small thrill every time I reminded myself that I had no homework left, no summer reading left, nothing. I was done! Katie and I were in her family room, watching as many of the silly movies we had rented from the grocery store as we possibly could. Look, guys, let me make this clear right from the start: Katie and I were not and are not lesbians. If you want to know what I was wearing, you pervert, I was wearing jeans and a college t-shirt, and yes, I had on plain white panties and a bra underneath them. Katie was dressed similarly. Sorry, no silky nighties or prancing around in nothing but our moist, see-through panties. This isn't that kind of a story. One thing, though, if you like this sort of thing, ok, our feet were bare, and we had painted our toenails together earlier in the afternoon. I'm happy for you if that floats your boat. But here's the thing. I had known for a while that Katie and her parents had gone to nude beaches when they lived in California. I could never quite understand that. My own parents were divorced, and whenever I stayed with my dad he was pretty uptight, never even walking around in pajamas like my mother did. We never went to the neighborhood pool together, at least not once I started to go through puberty. And the thought of being naked in front of either one of my parents, much less both of them, and dear God the thought of them being naked in front of me, was just not something that could ever get itself inside my head. Katie had eventually even told me that, now that they lived here in the east, she was still allowed to be naked inside the house at any time she wanted to be. It simply wasn't an issue, she said. The same was true for her older brother, who by this point was already away as a freshman at college. As time went by and they assimilated into eastern urban living, the way it played out was that any one of them might go from one room to another, like from the bedroom to bathroom or back again without getting dressed, and they would think nothing of passing another family member in the hall along the way. But they did not go out of their way to be nude in their new home. It was not like it was "all naked, all the time." I don't think I would ever have gone to Katie's house if that was how it was. Still, Katie was assuring me tonight, the house rule was that clothing, inside their home, was always optional. Always. We had been bitching about the lame senior prank that our class had come up with. We had picked a day in early May, just before finals started, and the senior class decided we would all ride our bikes to school that day. The class president had even worked it out with the local police department that the roads in the area of the school would be closed off to cars that morning, and even the Mayor had agreed to ride her bike along with us. Sure, it was pretty lame, but in the modern world, if we had tried a senior class prank like all of us cross-dressing, or impersonating our teachers or something, we probably would have been arrested and expelled from school. Still, that night after the last exam, Katie and I were throwing out ideas for better senior pranks, and as the evening went on, our ideas got wilder and wilder. When I half-jokingly suggested that we should go skinny dipping in the pond that was about a half of a mile from Katie's house, she wouldn't let it go. Every time I came up with a newer idea, Katie was still stuck on the logistics of how we could get to the pond and where we would hide our clothes and what we would do while we were there in the nude. I never actually agreed to go skinny dipping with her, but by about 10:00 at night we were both showing signs of being seriously tired. That's no surprise, as we had just been through a tough week of final exams. As we watched our movie, I noticed Katie fading in and out of sleep. Then I woke to find her touching my shoulder and whispering to me. "Hey, let's go get a nap." It was me this time who had fallen asleep. "Ok," I managed to say through my sleepiness. "Let's meet in my room at midnight and we'll go outside," she said, with a wicked smile. I raised my head, intrigued by the expression on her face. "We're going to go skinny dipping tonight. Meet me in my room at midnight," she paused, looking at me, and then added, "and be naked." She gave her shoulders a little shake as she said "and be naked" that said she was really enjoying this idea. I was shocked at her attitude. I could, I guess, understand and go along with her idea that we would go to the pond at midnight and, in the darkness, get naked behind the trees and go skinny dipping, but this was not at all what she was suggesting. She wanted us both to get naked here in our respective rooms in the house, and then take our bare bodies outside into the neighborhood, and walk the half-mile to the pond without any clothes on, and go for a swim. And then, of course, we would have to walk back. It should go without saying that, at that point in my life, no one had seen me naked (not since I was a babe in diapers, anyway). Strolling out through the night air with no clothing on might have been a normal occurrence for Katie, but it was a new and unthinkable experience for me. I was staying in the "guest room" in Katie's house -- really, her brother's room, until he had gone off to college last fall. To "be naked" when I showed up in Katie's room, as she had just suggested, meant that I would have to undress alone in the guest room, then sneak down the hall of her parent's house in my birthday suit to Katie's room , and then the two of us would have to go outside and walk the half-mile or so from her bedroom to the pond, both completely naked. In all of the time, from going to meet up with Katie in her bedroom, to leaving her room into the outdoors under the moonlight, to swimming in the little neighborhood pond, and then all the way back, Katie was expecting me to be bare-assed naked. And to make matters worse, much of the distance, as I thought about it, would be out in the wide open, midnight or no midnight, with no cover for our 18-year-old bodies. Anyone who drove by or jogged by or walked their goddamn dog by would see our naked young bodies and there was really nothing Katie and I would be able to do about it. This, naturally, was why Katie had suggested it in the first place. Of course, I could show up at Katie's room at midnight in my nightie or a robe or even in my bra and panties instead of buck naked, and it wasn't like she could fire me or send me home. Still, this was something I needed to think about carefully. After all, the skinny dipping was my idea in the first place. Why had I even suggested it in the first place? I held on to the possibility of showing up at midnight without being naked and exchanged "have a good nap" wishes with Katie and went along to the guest room. At first I just took off my jeans, telling myself that it was because they were a little tight, and I stretched out on the bed to get a little rest, wearing my t-shirt and bra and panties. I got a slight tingle in my private region from lying there on top of the bed in someone else's house with my panties and my thighs and my legs exposed to the cool night air. Although I could usually get myself to nap for an hour fairly reliably (and I even set the alarm on my phone to make sure I didn't sleep past midnight), to my frustration, I found that I couldn't fall asleep. I thought about my appointment to be in Katie's room, naked, at midnight. I imagined myself leaving the guest bedroom, and opening the door ever so slightly first to make sure no one was in the hall before I slipped out there in the buff and left the safety of my clothes behind and went to meet her. But in the quiet room by myself, I wasn't even ready to take off my shirt or my underwear. In frustration from my inability to sleep, I eventually stood up out of the bed. I had finally worked myself up to the courage that I was just going to strip myself naked right here and now and get ready for midnight, but once my bare feet hit the cold floor of the guest room, I lost an ounce of nerve. I stood there in my shirt, bra and panties for the longest time, frozen to the spot, straining to hear any noise in Katie's house that might threaten my privacy. I heard none. Gradually, over the ensuing minutes, I slipped my t-shirt over my head and laid it out carefully on the foot of the bed. I was still covered by my bra and panties. I desperately wanted to take these off, too, to be as naked as the day I was born in someone else's house, but it felt as though my arms were paralyzed. I stood there in the strange room, dressed in only my underwear, unable to move, still listening carefully to the quiet night. But there was nothing, no sound. The silence encouraged me, so I reached behind me and unclasped my bra and let it fall into my hands, exposing my breasts to the night air in the strange room. I imagined myself walking outside of the house and to the pond in this state of partial undress. I knew that even at midnight in this neighborhood an occasional car could be expected to go by. I imagined myself walking along in the darkness with my tits out like they were now, being suddenly confronted by a passing car, knowing that the people inside were seeing me like this, and not knowing who was inside it or what their reaction to my naked flesh in the night might be. It took me several minutes to get used to the fury of feelings that this fantasy sent through my body. Shame and pride and defiance and arousal and an instinct to hide myself all contended in my mind. The result was that I stood stock still in the strange room, acutely aware as the moments ticked by that all I was wearing was a pair of simple white panties covering my most secret of secrets. Could I slip them down and off of my body and really stand here naked? Was I prepared to go where that nakedness was destined to lead me? To Katie's room, nude, to greet her there, and then to the quiet dark outdoors, for an incredibly risky naked walk to the pond? I stood still, waiting for my heart to slow down to normal. As the moments ticked slowly past, my confidence grew, and my desire to do this thing slowly crept around my thighs and through my belly and to my breasts, to my swollen nipples, and the voice inside me said "yes! I want to do this! I want to stroll up the dark street completely naked with Katie and go skinny dipping in the pond with her." I said this to myself again, hoping that the repetition of it would help me believe it. So, deliberately, as though showing myself that I had the will to do it, I thrust my panties down quickly over my hips and let them fall to the floor, and I immediately stepped out of them. There. I was naked. I was standing absolutely stark naked in the night, in the strange room that had been Katie's brother's bedroom before he left for college. I stood still for a moment, my feet a bit apart, and reveled in the feeling of the night air on my naked body for a few minutes. I was acutely aware of every nerve ending in the parts of my body that were not used to being bare when I wasn't taking a shower or changing my clothes. I envisioned myself in this naked state leaving the relative safety of this room and walking down the hall of Katie's house, where anyone in Katie's family could see me. My belly tingled and my nipples practically throbbed at the thought. Then I realized that I still had almost half an hour before I was due, naked, in Katie's room. Taking care to be as quiet as I could, I stretched out completely naked on top of the bed in my room. I lay there trying to relax every muscle in my body, taking secret pleasure in my nudity. Without thinking, I let one hand roam around one breast, then the other, playfully brushing my nipples, and then along my smooth thighs. I know Katie had always told me that nudism wasn't about sex, but I felt incredibly sexy being nude like this, especially being nude in someone else's house. I ran a finger along my sex and my outer lips parted easily. My finger came away moist and I wiped it dry on the top of my thigh. I rolled my head to look at the door and imagined myself stepping out through it and into the hallway totally naked, a few moments before midnight, to stride down to Katie's room. I imagined being confronted in my nude walk by Katie's father, and my hand returned to my sex at the thought of how that confrontation might go, her father modestly dressed in pajamas in my mind while there I was, just as naked as I am right now, trying to remember that it was my right in this house to be naked just as Katie had permission to go bare any time she wanted to be. I didn't have to cover up or explain myself, but how would I feel being completely and totally exposed to this man? Would he grow a bulge in his pajama bottoms while he looked at my body? And then my fantasy shifted, and I imagined being confronted, in my nude trek down that hallway, by Katie's mother, and I grew even wetter thinking of just giving her a bare-naked smile and a wave and no explanation as I passed her and strode on without explanation to her daughter's bedroom door. I checked the time again on my phone. Just a few minutes 'til midnight. Moving as slowly as I could, to avoid making any noise, I stood up from the bed. Once again, my bare feet felt glued to the floor. But I imagined how the tingle in my belly right now would be magnified when Katie and I, two naked 18-year-olds, were walking outside together, nearly a half a mile away from our clothing and our rooms. I wanted that feeling. So I took a deep breath for courage, and stepped cautiously and quietly toward the bedroom door. I pressed my ear up to the door and listened for any sounds in the hallway beyond. I could hear a car drive by outside, but nothing else. As carefully as I could, I opened the door and peered into the hall. Still, nothing. So far, so good. Now was the moment of truth. Here in this room, my privacy was safe. No one would see my naked body. Once I stepped out, however, everything changed. Not wanting to lose what courage I had, I took the plunge. I stepped out of the room and into the hallway in one swift step, and gently pulled the bedroom door closed behind me. Again I was intensely aware of the caress of moving air against the tops of my thighs and between my legs. Moving as quickly as I could down the hallway without making any noise, I headed for Katie's room at the other end. I passed doors for a closet, the bathroom, and Katie's parents' room on my right before I came to Katie's room at the end of the hall on my left. I pressed my ear to her door and tapped on it quietly with one finger. Nothing. My tap must have been too quiet. I tried again a little louder. Still, nothing. There I was, standing in the hallway of her parents' house, in flagrant nudity, outside their daughter's door, in the middle of the night. I urgently felt the need to get out of that hallway. My heart was pounding and I was sure it could be heard by anyone who was awake in the house. I placed my hand on the doorknob and just before I was able to turn it to let myself in, ... Panic! I heard the bathroom door start to open! A wedge of bright light sprayed out into the hall from the bathroom before the light switch was flicked off. The door opened the rest of the way, and the occupant of the bathroom stepped quickly out, before I could regain my senses. Although it was dark, whoever it was would be getting a perfect view of my bare ass and my naked legs, and me, slightly bent at the waist, caught in the act of trying to sneak into Katie's bedroom. Thank God, it was just Katie! She still had on her jeans and her Florida t-shirt. She quietly gave me a "shooing" gesture that said "get into my room, quick!" and she scurried behind me, through the door and into her room. When she had the door closed, Katie turned to me and beamed. She did a little dance and whispered, "look at you! Awesome!" I folded my arms protectively over my chest and instinctively bent one knee in front of the other, trying to be as modest as a naked young woman could be in the bedroom of her best friend -- her fully dressed best friend. "Yeah, great," I whispered back with mock fury. "So what's up with you? I thought we had a plan?" She looked down at her clothed body and giggled quietly. "Oh, yeah," she whispered, unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling them past her hips. "I fell asleep. I was just splashing some water on my face." She stepped out of her jeans and flipped them across the floor with one foot, leaving them in a crumpled pile in the corner, and then, without losing a beat, crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt over her head and sent it to join the jeans. She stood there before me in a beige bra and plain beige cotton panties. "Are you ready for this, girlfriend?" she whispered as she took out her earrings and set them on her dresser. I didn't have an answer, and she didn't wait for one. She pulled her bra straps down from her shoulders, turned the bra around her body so that the clasp was in front, and looking down in the near-complete darkness, she unhooked and removed it. The bra and, a moment later, her panties, joined her other clothes in the heap in the corner of her room. I couldn't help staring at her boobs and comparing them to mine. Hers were a little bigger than mine, and like her hair, her nipples and aereolae were darker than mine. She may have been experiencing the same tingle that I felt when I first took off my clothes, because her nipples had cute little bumps in a circle around them, and her nipples themselves stood out firmly from her breasts with distinct little, I don't know what to call them, "crinkles" across each one. I knew that boys thought I was pretty enough (yes, guys, I catch you looking at me, and in case you didn't know, we do notice), but I couldn't help but feel just a bit jealous of the size of her breasts. I judged that they were just perfect, which meant that mine were just a bit small. Then my eyes involuntarily moved further down her body and I was in for another surprise. Katie was completely smooth down there, while I still had every pubic hair God had given me. It was odd to see her bare slit, something you usually associated with a prepubescent girl, but there it was in the middle of an obviously fully developed, curvy young woman. I guess it was a little obvious that I was staring, because Katie put her hand where her pubic triangle would be and whispered, "do you like it? I shave it like every day to keep it smooth like this." She moved her hand casually away from her lower belly to brush some imaginary thing off of her upper thigh. "I think it feels kind of sexy. Do you ever do it?" I was still watching her hand, and I shook my head quickly and asked "Do I do what?" "Do you ever shave, you know, down there?" I stifled a giggle. "No, I've never done anything like that," I said, running my fingers through my little bush as I did so. I was suddenly very conscious of being naked and alone with another nude woman, in her bedroom. There was no sexual tension between us, really, and Katie didn't do anything that could be misinterpreted as a sexual advance toward me. On the contrary, she was very matter-of-fact about the whole thing. I realized that there was no noticeable difference between her manner and her gestures now that she was naked in front of me, and her way of standing and moving when she had clothes on. I, meanwhile, had stopped "combing" my pubes and had returned my arms to their crossed position on my chest, while my right knee, remaining slightly bent, nervously swayed back and forth in front of my left. I envied Katie's casual attitude toward being bare-assed naked, and I guessed that the confidence of being nude came with experience, which I was sure starting to get tonight! The Last Day of High School Katie's bedroom had a large sliding window that looked out onto the back yard. She nodded her head toward the window and went over to slowly and furtively draw the vertical blinds open. Following behind her, I could see that it would be just a bit of a big step to get one leg over the sill and outside, but a person's whole upper body could easily fit through the window. Thus, with about the same difficulty as climbing over a low fence, we could let ourselves outside from here. As she drew the blinds aside, we saw reflections of a flashing red light from the road out front playing against the trees in the back yard, and we heard the whining of a car engine as it accelerated past. We both drew back from the window and shared a "what the hell" look. A minute later there were more red lights and a heavier engine -- I would guess an ambulance this time -- sped past. Somebody must have gotten hurt, or maybe one of the geezers in the neighborhood had a heart attack. I knew from the layout of the housing plan she lived in that the vehicles, when they left, would have to pass us again on the road we would be taking from Katie's house to the start of the trail that led to the pond. Katie held up a finger and we slid open the window an inch to be able to hear what might be going on outside. The lights and engine noises had receded out of sight and hearing, and everything became quiet again. "We probably have time to get to the woods before they come back," Katie whispered. I just nodded, my eyes wide as the reality of what we were about to do washed over me. Katie slid the window to the side as far as it would open. I stopped her. "You can't tell anyone about this. Promise me right now you'll never tell anyone about this." She looked at me quizzically. She gestured at her own naked body as if to say "I'm as naked as you." "Promise me now, or I'm going back." What I didn't want to happen -- what I had been worried about at least in the back of my mind since we first started talking about this crazy idea -- was to get a reputation as a stripper and a slut. I knew what happened to girls who didn't watch after their reputations, and let the boys (or much worse, the girls), talk about their loose morals. As much as I liked boys and had shared the enjoyment of flirting with boys at school, I had always been very careful about my reputation. "Do you promise?" Katie rolled her eyes, but she reached out and put a hand on my bare shoulder. She looked me in the eye with no trace of a smile and said, "I swear." I smiled gratefully and gave her a gesture that said "go ahead." I looked away as she lifted her bare left leg up and over the sill and outside, so as not to be staring at her as she spread her smooth shaved crotch right in front of me. She leaned her head and shoulders out through the window and then, with her weight shifting to her left leg outside, she drew her long, bare right leg out into the night. I could see her quickly look around as she half-crouched naked against the outside wall of her house. Then she stuck her hand back through the window and gave me an impatient "come on, come on" gesture with her fingers. With a little hop, I got my own bare left foot over the sill and out into the cool grass outside. Then with another hop, I shifted my weight to that leg and pulled the rest of my naked body outside to join Katie. Like my best friend had just done before me, I looked around quickly. I was pretty confident that no one could see me where I was right now, but that didn't change the fact that I was standing outside completely naked. I was totally bared to the world, and the feeling was completely awesome. I have to tell you that it was nothing like the feeling of pushing off my panties and being naked inside Katie's house. Being completely stark naked outdoors was a major rush and it was a feeling I wanted to go on forever. It wasn't exactly sexual, although I have to tell you that again, just like when I first stripped out of my panties in Katie's brother's room an hour ago, I was acutely aware that my private parts were right now being kissed by the night air. But aside from that, the feeling was just free and just right that I was out of doors, standing in the altogether with my toes in the cool grass and the night sky looking down upon me. I felt alive like I had never felt before. There in the night, outside Katie's window with my feet in the cool grass of her back yard, I set my feet about as wide apart as my shoulders, put my hands on my bare hips, relishing the smooth, soft, warm feeling of my own skin against my hands, and stood up straight, taking a long deep breath of the fresh night air. "Hello world," I thought, "I'm naked!" Katie, who had been quietly sliding her window back to an almost closed position, touched my arm and broke my reverie. Her head and hand gave me the universal gesture for "let's go." She strode briskly across the narrow back yard toward the line of trees that bordered the back of her parents' property. As I followed her, I was just slightly aware that she was naked too, and although her back, with toned shoulders and narrow waist and the swell of her hips glistened faintly in the moonlight, I was far too much aware of my own exposure to spend too much time thinking about her bare body. I knew that the woods in this area were just too thick and tangled with undergrowth to walk in, unless there was an established path. So we had to stay on the grass, just using the strip of woods beside us as cover as best we could. As Katie and I crept together along the line of trees, I felt my confidence growing. We had to cross three more back yards this way before we would get to a side street we would need to cross. The darkness and silence continued to convince me that no one was awake and looking out our way, and even if someone should happen to be, it should be next to impossible for them to see our naked skin. We were almost to the side street at the end of the yards and row of trees we had been following when we heard a car engine approaching us. We froze. Katie gestured and we both crouched down quickly. My knees pressed up against my bare breasts, and my hands touched the ground beside me to steady me. I looked at Katie and saw her boobs pressed up against her knees, too. Squatting down like this, I caught a whiff of the familiar scent of my own naked sex. As we waited for the vehicles to go by -- it turned out to be a police car and ambulance, thus solving any mystery left by the earlier flashing red lights -- I also caught a whiff of a similar pungent smell not quite my own, and realized that I must be smelling Katie. Let me tell you, guys, that was weird. Smelling the aroma of my best friend's naked girl parts at first struck me as kind of gross. You guys might like that kind of thing, and I'll bet you probably do, but stop stroking your own dicks long enough for me to tell you not to expect me to like it. But as we both crouched there naked, my heart pounding wildly, watching two vehicles drive past us in the night, I felt a certain, I don't know, affinity with Katie that eased the weirdness of seeing and now smelling her nakedness. We were in this together, and indeed, given the fact that she kept herself shaved clean and smooth where I still kept the triangular patch of my pubic hair, if we were going to be discovered unexpectedly in this condition by someone else outside in the night, Katie would be even more exposed than I would, in her most private place, and nudist or not I would think that would make her embarrassment that much greater than mine. So I decided that I would not mind breathing in her private scent, not because it was sexual, but because it was our solidarity, out here together, bare naked, in the middle of the night. It occurred to me then, too, that maybe she could smell me. Unconsciously, I brought my thighs just a little bit closer together. The police car and ambulance finally passed by, without flashing red lights, and obviously in no hurry to get where they were going. "Must have been a false alarm," whispered Katie, and this thought somehow relaxed me further. It would have put a damper on our little skinny-dipping adventure, our silly little post-high-school prank, to learn that something really bad had been happening to someone we knew -- however remotely -- at the same time that we were doing it. In fact, we later learned that old Mr. Bell's chest pains that evening had been a false alarm. Good for him. But all of that left Katie and me right where we were: completely stripped naked, crouching against a line of trees in the dark, a few yards away from her parents' house, on our way to going skinny dipping in a pond on the edge of her neighborhood. The air was cool and getting cooler, and I felt it intensely on my private places as I crouched there. Eventually, as we rose from our squatting position and resumed our journey, we reached the point where the line of trees we had been following could no longer provide us cover. To get to the start of the trail that led to the pond, we had to cross the side street, without the cover of trees. After that, we wouldn't even have the protection of houses between us and the main road through the neighborhood. Although there were some houses on the other side of the street, there were no more houses on our side between where we were and the start of the trail; just the main neighborhood road to our left, with a wide swath of grass ahead of us, bordered by another line of trees running up along our right. But the bottom line was that there would be no more houses to shield our nudity from the road. "Let's go; hurry!" Katie whispered to me, and then she was gone, running naked away from me across the side road, no trees to shelter her. I actually laughed to watch her butt jiggle and her skin reflecting the pale moonlight and I had to clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing and making a noise that would give us away. Katie had reached the other side of the road and crossed the strip of grass to the line of trees that led to the start of our trail. Her naked body bent into a slight crouch as she gestured urgently for me to follow. Feeling as naked as I had ever been, I assumed a starter's position and clenched my fists and ran across the wide open space of the side road, and across the grassy strip to the trees, my breasts bouncing obscenely, and my bare feet noting the different temperatures and textures of grass and pavement and grass as I ran, finally catching up to Katie where we shared a nervous laugh. While it was easily comfortably warm outside, I rubbed my arms vigorously to quell the goosebumps that were spreading across my upper arms, shoulders, and chest. As I rubbed my arms, my knees bent and unbent, bent and unbent, as my body fought against my conscious will to hide itself from this complete and unthinkable exposure. I looked around again, and assured myself that no one seemed to be aware of the indecent display Katie and I were offering to the world here in the middle of the night. We forged ahead to the place where the trail led off, away from the road, into the woods on the right. My nerves finally started to calm as Katie and I walked into the trees. We had reached the trail at last, and there was just no chance that anyone would see our nude bodies here in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night. As the pounding of my heart began to subside, I was able to pay more attention to the sights before my eyes. The trail was narrow but well defined. Katie confidently led the way, and although I had to keep my head down to watch for obstacles in my path, I glimpsed her naked feet and calves as she negotiated the trail before me. At one point, a great big tree had fallen across the trail, and I watched from behind as she crawled over it to continue on our way to the pond. I thought how most of the boys I know would have traded their immortal souls for the view I had of Katie's little backside spread before me as she went ahead of me to climb over the fallen log, her secret hole a darker little round nub in the midst of the shadowy darkness between her bare cheeks. It was pretty gross to look up between her naked thighs and see her asshole like that, but there, I had seen it, and I smiled sarcastically realizing that you boys would nearly die for the close-up view of it that I unwittingly had. I almost commented to Katie about the positively obscene scenery in front of me as she climbed over the log, but I reminded myself that views like this were just part of being a nudist -- "a nudist like me," I thought now here in the dark woods -- and I kept my mouth shut. But I didn't fail to notice the cool night air against my own most private place as I followed in Katie's footsteps and climbed over the fallen log. Having seen Katie's little butthole, and having felt my own being exposed as I crawled over the fallen log, I felt like I had crossed a milestone. I was hanging around in the dark, sharing peeks between cheeks in the most intimate of places; simply standing together totally naked, as we did once we had both passed the fallen log, now seemed to me to be no more remarkable than waiting in line together in the school cafeteria. Once we had negotiated the downed tree, the rest of the trip was nothing. We reached the pond and stood there at the edge of the water. I stood there proudly naked, thinking about the fact that my clothes and the safety of four walls and a roof were a good half of a mile behind us. I was outdoors naked, far from home, and that was all there was to it. The pond was actually in the huge side yard of a house that sat a few hundred yards down the road from Katie's neighborhood. Instead of taking the trail through the woods as we had done, we could have reached the pond by staying on the road that led out of Katie's neighborhood until it reached the relatively busy street at the end, and then turning right and following that road down a hill those few hundred yards, but then we would have been, well, two nude 18-year-old girls walking down a fairly busy road. Thus, we had taken the trail. The house with the pond sat far back from the busier road and was far enough away from the pond that, if we were careful, no one inside would hear us go for our little naked swim. The house itself was silent and dark, except for a spotlight over the driveway, by the garage on the far side of the building. The pond was actually closer to the road than the house was, but it was separated from the road by a line of trees. And, thanks to the way that the road curved just there, you really had to crane your neck in the best of conditions to see the pond if you were going by in a car. On this nearly moonless night, there was just enough danger of being seen to make it a naughty thrill being there in the nude, which is to say, not much danger at all. Once again, Katie took the lead, wading into the edge of the pond. When the water reached her calves, she turned to me with wide eyes, her hands on her boobs, and her knees pressed together. "It's coooold!" she hissed. "Come on, get in here with me!" I walked to the water's edge and stepped in beside her. Knowing that it was cold, I knew that the best thing to do was get it over with quickly. I strode forward until the water was up to my thighs, lapping enticingly close to my bare sex and ass. At that moment, I noticed lights moving at the bottom of the hill. A car. I paused to see if it would turn off, or if it was going to come up and pass the pond. Our little skinny-dipping adventure was separated from the road by maybe a dozen yards and a line of trees, but it was still possible for us to be seen from a car driving by. I felt a sudden jolt as I realized that the car was not turning off. It was going to come up the hill and drive right past the pond where Katie and I were standing, thigh-deep in the water, and completely naked. I suddenly felt every inch of the half a mile or so that separated me from my clothes. "Car!" I whispered to Katie, who was catching up to me in the water, and I squatted down in the cold, dark water so that just my head from the chin up was exposed. I turned away from the road so that it would be my brown hair and not my face that would catch any beams of light from the car. I saw that Katie was doing the same, and she let out a giggle, prompting me to give her a plaintive "shhh!" We heard the car's engine as it passed us by without any noticeable slowing, and gradually it faded into the distance, as did the light it cast onto the grassy hillside separating us from the nearby house. Soon enough, it was dark and quiet again, with just the chirping of crickets to keep us company. Katie and I remained hunched down for a few extra seconds just to be sure we were safe, and then she pushed herself out from her squatting position into a long, slow swim across the middle of the pond. I gave her the head start of a few pounding heartbeats and then followed suit. As Katie swam ahead of me, I could occasionally see her little curved butt emerge, wet and slippery and shiny, from the surface of the pond. Oh well, I thought to myself, we're all nudists now, and nudists have butts, so get over it. After all of this time in nothing but my own skin, and getting used to each escalation of this little prank, from first standing nude in the dark privacy of Katie's brother's bedroom, to that first breathless trip down the hall to her room, to actually stepping outside, to this, it was now, finally, that I was most surprised at how absolutely wonderful the water felt against my bare skin, touching me everywhere at once, without a bathing suit to dull the sensation. Even my shoulders felt different as the water swirled around them without so much as a bikini strap to get in the way. It was soothing and exhilarating and tingling and I knew all at once I was hooked! We swirled around in the water for a little while together, trying to be quiet and to keep one ear tuned for the sound of anyone approaching. But eventually I felt the fatigue of my last day of high school returning, and I headed for land. As I walked up and out of the water and into the cool night air, and a light breeze seemed to zero in on my boobs and my naked bum, it struck me that we hadn't even considered bringing anything to dry off with. I laid myself down on the grass just uphill from the pond, and stretched my arms above my head and arched my back, luxuriating in the feeling of once again being totally bare underneath the vast night sky. A few moments later, Katie silently joined me on the grass, and she, too, stretched her arms above her head like I had. I stole a glimpse at her boobs as she did so, noticing with envy that they were still big and firm when she lay on her back, unlike mine, which all but disappeared in this position. I also remarked to myself that her girl-parts, shaved clean as they were, glistening in the pale moonlight, were indeed much more exposed than mine. I could even see the little bump of her clitty pressing up under its hood, pointing directly, based on where we were lying, directly at the road on the other side of the trees. But she was unconcerned about all of this, clasping her hands together on her belly just beneath her boobs, and bringing up her knees so that she could rock her legs back and forth in a way that seemed at once innocent and obscene. We stayed there for a while, letting the night air slowly dry our bodies. We whispered a few words of conversation back and forth, agreeing that this had been much more fun than riding bicycles to school, but for most of the long, quiet time that it took for us to feel dry enough to walk back, we were silent, leaving me alone in the dark with my thoughts and feelings about being here naked. I relished every puff of breeze that blew across my water-beaded breasts and around the tops of my thighs. Without ever touching myself (God, I would have been mortified to touch myself where Katie could see me), I was aroused to the point that I felt I could come in an instant had I wanted to. The Last Day of High School Eventually, I turned to Katie and whispered, "what do you think? Are you ready to go back?" She let out a slow breath, stretched her bare body once more on the grass and whispered back, "no, but I guess we should go." We stood up. I was pretty dry, except for my hair and a lingering cool dampness in my pubic triangle. We each brushed the random blades of grass from our skin, turning this way and that as we did so, and then we headed off towards the trail that led back to her neighborhood. I kept telling myself that I would look away when we got back to that point where she would have to lift her leg to get across the fallen tree that had exposed her entire backside to me on the way to the pond, but somehow when we got to it, I was looking again right up her ass crack when she stretched to get across. In the night sky, the moon was a little higher now, and this time there was no doubt that I was seeing her most private place. The funny thing is, this time, I didn't think it was gross. Slow down, there, boys, it's not like I thought it was hot or anything, staring at her butthole right in front of my face like that. It's just that, I don't know, it wasn't gross. It wasn't gross to me, and it wasn't hot, either; it just was. I remember thinking to myself at that moment that this "it just is" attitude was what Katie was always trying to tell me about nudism, and until now, I had never quite believed her. The problem, I guess, was really that I had never quite understood. Now, as I noted and then dismissed the whiff of her that lingered as I climbed over the fallen tree in my turn, I couldn't wait to do this again. And yes, boys, I sometimes do return in my mind to that night when I lie in bed alone touching myself. But in those fantasies, Katie isn't there. It's just me, and my body, and the night. The Last Day Of School Rick Thomas finished cleaning out his locker on the last day of school. He was in no hurry to leave due to the fact he did not have many friends and he did not really have anything to do today. Rick had turned eighteen a few weeks ago and was still a virgin. He did have a lot of stuff planned to help him keep busy and earn money for college. He was going to take a job as a dishwasher that paid under the table and he volunteered to coach the local little league team because loved baseball. The sound of a woman's high heels clicking down the hall made Rick look to see who it was. It was Mrs. Mary Hillman the business education teacher, she too was in her last day of school cause she was going to go back to college to earn her masters. Rick would miss her for she was always one of his most favorite people to dream about while he masturbated. She had on her tight purple skirt that buttoned from the bottom hem to the top of the neckline. She kept the top two and the bottom two buttons undone. The skirt accentuated her body perfectly, her thirty six c breast, her long legs and her nice round ass. "Hi Rick. Why are you still here?" she asked "Hey Mrs. Hillman. Well I guess I'm a slob." he said looking down at the full garbage can. "Well if you are not in any hurry to get out of here, I got some boxes I need to have taken down to the incinerator and some I would like taken down to my car." she asked "It would be my pleasure to take care of that for you Mrs. Hillman." he said "Rick you're eighteen and I'm twenty six you can call me Mary. Besides I'm no longer a teacher and you are no longer a student." she explained to him "Okay I will be there in a minute." he said. "Mary" She was right she did have a lot of boxes to take down to the incinerator. He carried three at a time and made six trips to the incinerator. She had ten more for her car which he was able to do in eight trips. He made his way back to the classroom to say goodbye and to get one last look of her to remember for his wet dreams during the summer. "All done," he said. "I guess this is goodbye." "Well before you go I have to pay you for your hard work and I won't take no for an answer." she said getting up from her chair at her desk. She walked over to her door which she locked and then pulled the shade. The light switch was also by the door and she turned off all the lights in the room. "Uh you don't have to pay me any money." Rick said nervously "I got something better than money. I'm going to teach you how to make love to a woman and don't lie and say you already know how." she said sitting on top of her desk. She motioned of Rick to come over and stand between her legs. The first thing she did was teach him how to kiss, it was a little awkward due to the fact Rick had never kissed anyone like this before. After a few minutes with Mary though he began to relax enough to allow her to thrust her tongue into his mouth. She broke the kiss and told him she wanted him to slowly unbutton her dress and take it off of her. He fumbled with the buttons slowly unbuttoning the dress and then pulled it off her shoulders. Next she told him to unclasp her bra and take that off of her as well. He did so and was rewarded by a nice pair of tits with hard pink nipples. She guided his hands to gently squeeze them and showed him how to tease her nipples. Next she told him to suck on her nipples , at first he was a little rough with them but soon he was doing it just right. Next she told him to pull her panties down and get in her chair. He did this and was rewarded by a neatly trimmed blonde bush and a nice wet pink pussy. She spread her puffy lips apart and showed him where her clit was and told him to lick around that area without touching her clit. She allowed to tease her pussy with his tongue for a couple of minutes and then she told him to put his tongue directly on to her clit. She was slowly starting to have an orgasm as her soft moans began to fill the room. She instructed him to insert two of his fingers into her pussy and slowly finger her. He did this and she began to hump his fingers and screamed for him to do this harder, until she had let a great moan of ecstasy. She pushed his face away and got off the desk and got onto her knees in between his legs. She undid his jeans and pulled out to her surprise an eight inch semi hard cock which was also about three inches thick. The cock had already shot it's load which was just as well she knew how to get the monster hard again and he would be a better fuck. She slowly stroked it up and down the shaft , then she ran her tongue from the bulbous head down the shaft and back up again. She put it into her mouth and sucked in almost four or five inches of it. Rick was so excited that he was now fully hard and he grabbed the back of her head and began to hump her mouth. She had to force her head to pull out of his grip and she softly reminded him that woman did not like that when they gave head. He apologized as she got up on the desk she told him to forget and get between her legs and slide his cock into her. He got out of the chair and easily slid his cock into her willing pussy. He was only able to get about six inches into her due to the angle. He started out at a fast pace but again she told softly to slow down and to work up to a faster pace. After a few minutes she was having a nice pleasant orgasm and she was ready to get it harder and faster. She got off the desk and bent right over the top of it. It did not take Rick long to realize what to do and he slid it into her pussy. Now the full length of his cock was buried inside which caused her to lose control. "Now Rick fuck me fuck good and fucking hard with that big fat cock." she begged Rick did not need any encouragement as he quickly grabbed a hold of her hips and pounded his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could. She was going wild screaming moans of pleasure and shouting out profanities. She must came a half dozen times as things were blurry from all the sweat that was running down her face and into her eyes. She told Rick that she wanted him to shoot his come inside pussy she wanted to feel his hot come splash against the walls of her cunt. He too was losing control and he grabbed her by the shoulders and thrust for all he was worth. Soon he was shooting load after load of come up into her hot wet pussy. He plopped down into the chair and she sat on the desk with come oozing out her freshly fucked snatch. "Was that your first time?" she asked "Yes and I'm glad it was with you." he said They got dressed and said goodbye, Rick knew he would never see her again for she was married to a big construction worker and she was going out of state to finish her masters. He was going to be forever grateful for that final lesson he got on his last day of school. The Last Day Of School: 3rd Period My name is Paul Wilcox and I am a High School math teacher just completing my first year at Jefferson High. I had relocated over the previous summer from an all-male prep school in California to the city where my brother lives in Illinois, and the past year had been a real eye opener. I had thought that coming to the midwest to continue my teaching career would be a calmer, more sedate atmosphere. How mistaken could one 40 year old single man with a masters degree be! As the last school day of the year unfolds, I find myself reminiscing over the special students I have encountered in each of my classes this past year, and how we have impacted each other's lives. _____________________________ THIRD PERIOD: Homeroom As this was my first year at Jefferson, the principal had assigned me as a homeroom teacher for freshmen. Mrs. Triplett's theory was that we could help each other adjust to our new surroundings and not be intimidated by those who were already seasoned high school veterans. My class of twenty was not too big to be an informal group that really did help each other in many ways. The students were invaluable to me as a resource in a new city, helping me to settle into their community with ease. I, in turn, was able to give them a sense of worth as my "welcome-wagon" and they really responded to helping their new teacher feel welcome. We got each other through a year of transition with a teamwork approach, as students helped students work through the tough times and celebrated each others triumphs. One young man sticks in my mind as the student who benefitted the most from my own involvement in his life. Tim Smyth was a very smart boy who was having trouble early in the year with just about every class except P.E. I was approached by several of his other teachers to see if I could find out the source of Tim's problems. I asked a couple of the other boys who knew him from Junior High what they thought was causing his lack of effort and inattentiveness in class. They were reluctant to talk with me about their friend at first, but I assured them that I needed their help if I was to help their friend. They agreed that Tim had changed dramatically over the summer, and that his attitude was a symptom of trouble at home with his parents. Having an idea of the problem, I now met with Tim alone and told him that I was there for him to talk with, away from the pressures of family and friends. He was distant at first, but as we talked more he visibly relaxed and opened up to me. I discovered that Tim's parents had split up that summer after his mother had discovered the affairs his father was conducting. His mom was understandably shaken and self-absorbed at the sudden betrayal, while Tim felt abandoned by his dad and ignored by his mom. I suggested that Tim focus on what he could positively affect and show his mother something to be proud of, instead of giving both of them more problems to worry about. If he could give her something positive in her life, both of them would grow closer and gain strength from each other. I told him I would be there for him if he had questions or problems normally directed towards his dad, and he smiled in gratitude. Tim did suggest that I talk to his mother, as he was impressed with my caring attention to him as an individual, not just a name in the roll book. I thanked him for his thoughtful suggestion and told him that his mother will be aided greatly by the mature attitude that Tim was exhibiting. I called his home that afternoon to set up a parent-teacher conference with Mrs. Smyth at her convenience. She was concerned at first that Tim was in trouble, but I was able to assure her that Tim was addressing his new circumstances in an impressively adult manner, now that he had a friend to confide in. Stacy Smyth was immediately sobbing with gratitude for my attention to her son's difficulties and was eager to meet me and discuss her son's adjustment to their new family reality. She suggested we meet this coming weekend because her job limited her availability. I agreed to meet her Saturday morning around ten and would call her at nine to set a location. She agreed warmly and said she looked forward to meeting me. One of the perks of living in the same town as my brother Sam was that I got to look after his house when he was on one of his frequent business trips. He had a modest 3 bedroom with a pool and spa in the back, which was surrounded by hedges on all sides. I had taken a few dates to his house and enjoyed the privacy and stylish amenities his house provided, not to mention the sexy neighbor couple that lived next door with their college freshman daughter. Both female neighbors were hot, the mother flirting openly with Sam & I, while the daughter flaunted her nubile young body with a knowing smirk. Sam had a few tales of listening in to her wild sexual exploits in the afternoons before her parents got home. Apparently she was very vocal and demanding of the studs she deemed worthy of her tight treasures. Sam especially enjoyed jacking his erect cock while she screamed in ecstasy and commanded her lover to fuck her in her tight ass with his big hard cock until they both reached a loud climax. Sam had shot his load over the fence in the direction of their voices and was rewarded with shocked laughter, then respectful applause. He returned the compliments and told them that their performance was AVN award worthy. They both responded in a manner that told him they were familiar with the Porn Cinema's version of the oscar, a very encouraging sign! Now Sam was gone for two weeks and I was watching (using!) his house at my leisure. It was around five miles from Jefferson High, so the neighbors didn't know anyone from my school, a definite plus! I called Stacy Smyth on Saturday morning to suggest we meet for coffee and lunch at Sam's house, and since it was still warm for late Sept. I said we might even enjoy the pool. She shyly giggled at my suggestion, saying that she had been looking forward to this morning all week. Her voice sounded young and sexy, giving me hope that Tim's dad was a fool. I had asked Sam if he knew the Smyth's and to my surprise he informed me that Tim's father Ted was a regular visitor at his neighbor's house. I asked if he was visiting the Dad or the Mom and he just said, "All of the above!" "What do you mean?" I asked in shock. "His name is high on Tina's list of huge cocked lovers," Sam said of the obviously over-sexed daughter. Wow, that was a development that might be interesting on this lovely morning. I picked Stacy up at her and Tim's house, saying hello to Tim and two friends as they shot baskets in the driveway. Stacy told Tim to lock up the house if they went anywhere, and that she would be back around two or three. I was pleasantly surprised at her generous allotment of time for our meeting. Now let me tell you about Tim's mother, Stacy. She was in her early thirties at most, but looked about ten years younger. Her tan skin was a perfect compliment to her dark brown hair, which fell to just below her shoulders with cute bangs framing her face, just above her gorgeous blue eyes. She was about 5 foot 4 and had nice high tits above her smooth bare stomach, and when I opened the car door for her she displayed a firm round ass as she seated herself with casual grace. Tim's dad must be the biggest idiot in the state, unless Sam's young neighbor was too good to pass up. I was a little nervous that Stacy would recognize Sam's neighborhood and the house next door, but she didn't react at all as we pulled into Sam's driveway. I noticed that the cars were all home next door and hoped that a little aural stimulation was in store. I led the way into the house and she was impressed with Sam's living style. We sat at the kitchen table and I made us both coffee. Stacy relaxed with one foot up on the seat of the kitchen chair, resting her chin on her knee with an innocent air about her. Talking about Tim's progress at school and at home filled her with a glowing pride, until we got to the part where Stacy found out about Ted's flings. She couldn't understand his motivation, as she stated that their sex life had been very good. I assured her that the fault was not her own, that I found her to be very attractive if I might say so. She blushed and looked at me over her sexy, tanned knee as she rocked her leg to the side and back. This gave me a nice view alternating down her tan thigh as well as down her impressive cleavage. I asked if she would like to see the back yard and sit in the noonday sun. She readily agreed and I got the feeling she was checking me out in my cutoff shorts as we headed out back. I offered her a lounge chair, but she chose to sit at the edge of the pool and splash her feet in the cool water. I stood next to her as we looked around Sam's playground, getting a great view down her top at her all over tan tits. I could see her nipples reacting to the cool pool water, growing erect and proud in the sunlight. I tore my gaze away from her tantalizing breasts, only to catch her staring blatantly at the growing bulge in my shorts just at her eye level. She looked up at me, licked her lips and asked "Do you want to take a dip in the wet?" "I'd love to dip myself in the wetness," I replied directly into her blue eyes. "Give me a hand up, pretty please," she coyly requested, batting her lashes and biting her lower lip. I grasped her soft hand in mine and drew her up next to me, staring down at her sexy smile and beautifully tipped breasts. Her nipples were poking out prominently, demanding my attention. I continued raising her arm over her head and placed my other arm around her waist, bringing our bodies close enough to cause her nipples to brush against my chest. She gasped in pleasure and to my surprise, leaned to the left and tipped us both into the pool. We bobbed to the surface and she leapt into my embrace, wrapping her strong legs around my waist and planting her hot mouth over mine. She twirled her tongue around mine as she ground her pelvis into my now prominent bulge. My cock was rock hard and straining to be free of its prison, her mound rubbing up and down the shaft through both our shorts. I grabbed her firm ass and squeezed it tightly, raising her up so I could bite her erect nipples playfully. She reached down to my crotch and felt the hard piece of meat awaiting her hot holes and moaned deeply into my mouth. I waded to the side of the pool and deposited her on the edge, taking down her tight shorts and panties at the same time exposing her trimmed pussy. She spread her legs wide and pushed my head down to her wet slit, huskily telling me to eat her hot cunt. "Lick my pussy juice up and suck my clit, Teach!" She shuddered as my tongue slid up her lips and teased her hard little button. I spread her lips with my fingers and tongue fucked her till she squeezed my head between her thighs. She then leaned back on the pool deck and lifted her feet out of the water, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful pussy begging to be filled. I placed two of my fingers in her hot mouth as my tongue returned to her clit, tracing its way slowly down to her winking ass hole. She greedily sucked my fingers as I tongued her ass, panting around my dripping digits. I took my fingers from her mouth and slid them into her dripping snatch, massaging her g-spot teasingly. She gasped loudly, "Fuck! That feels so fucking good! Don't stop, dooo'nt stooop!!! She lifted her pelvis off of the deck and her muscles spasmed around my fingers and tongue. She bit the side of her hand as she came violently from my tongue in her ass and fingers in her grasping pussy. I slowly brought her back to earth, only then hearing the neighbors laughing and talking over the fence. I could recognize Tina & two men talking about the loud neighbors, complaining that they were never invited over to swim. Stacy & I looked at each other in surprise, then she grinned wickedly and asked about the nosy neighbors. I answered her loudly, making sure that they could hear me over the fence, "How would you like some more meat for that hot pussy of yours? Yes, you Tina! We hear you like to cum, so come on over and bring your meat with you!" Stacy was laughing silently, while looking at me with questioning eyes. I told her not to worry, that she was in for a great time and would still be home on time. She assured me that she could stay until we were done with whatever came over the fence. I loved her game attitude and again wondered what Ted was thinking. I didn't have long to find out! _____________________________ The side gate swung open as the eager trio arrived. Stacy and I had climbed out of the pool and were reclining on a lounge as they rounded the corner of Sam's house. His horny neighbors were not hard on the eyes by any means. Both young men were tan and lean, just over 6 feet tall and shiny with sun tan oil. But the centerpiece was definitely Tina. A petite little brunette with smallish breasts rising up from her smooth torso, she was tight and firm all around. Her long hair was in pony tails and her legs were long and thin and stopped at a thinly veiled groin, visibly wet through her bikini bottoms. She had a cropped tee-shirt on that barely reached the bottoms of her pert tits, and did nothing to hide her large dark nipples. I introduced myself as Sam's brother and Tina welcomed me to the neighborhood, then she introduced Stan & Stevie, two twin brothers from her college classes. I could see bulges growing on both Stevie and Stan, but Tina's eyes turned lust crazed as she took in Stacy's beautiful body glistening with sweat. "I want to see you cum hard and often, Stacy! God you look hot! Stevie, you got wood for this beauty to taste? I sure would if I were any of you three! Paul, you deserve to cum next after the orgasm I just overheard! Just let me sit there so I can watch the boys play with Stacy while I suck that big cock of yours!" We shuffled around until I stood over Tina while Stacy rested her head against Tina's thigh and spread her legs for the eager duo. Tina grabbed my cock by its base and stroked it while directing Stan to take out his cock and stroke it for Stacy while Stevie knelt between her legs and devoured her already dripping pussy. Stacy watched as Stan stroked himself until he reached his full 9 1/2" and started to drip pre-cum over his fingers and down his shaft. Stacy started to moan as Stevie ate her with gusto, gasping that Stan's cock was beautiful and she needed to taste it. "Stick that fat wet cock in your mouth as far as you can Stacy!" Tina commanded, "Suck it deep, that's it! Let's see your hot spit all over that cock, suck up that tasty juice! She sucks great cock, huh Stan?" Tina turned without waiting for an answer and, grabbing my hips, swallowed my aching cock whole. She looked up at me while bobbing up and down on my straining shaft, twisting my nipples hard as she deep throated me. I grabbed her by the pony tails and fucked her face as she dripped spit all over my cock, down my balls till my legs were covered as well. She pulled off my cock and grabbed it with both hands, slapping it against her face and tits. We watched Stacy suck Stan's huge cock until his legs tensed and he groaned loudly, "God I'm gonna cum! Suck my cock, Stacy!" He pumped once into her willing mouth and she took his first load down her throat, then he pulled his glistening cock head out of her mouth and shot two more loads all over her face and tits. Stevie looked up at his twin's dripping cock and opened his mouth to catch the flow of cum falling his way. Stacy moaned as she licked Stan's cum from her fingers, her tits covered in his cream as he stroked the last drops into Stevie's waiting mouth. Stevie then cleaned Stacy's tits of Stan's cum and shared it with her in a sloppy kiss. Tina was telling her boy-toy to eat his brother's cum and stroke his own cock for her to fuck next. I looked down at Tina and told her to get ready. She yelled for me to cum all over her heaving tits and in her hot mouth. Needless to say I obliged my demanding cock sucker and shot load after load all over her face, neck, tits and even over her head and onto Stacy's belly and Stevie's face. Stevie and Stacy attacked Tina's cum covered body as I slid down onto the lounge, totally drained. Tina stood up and kissed Stevie, grabbing his rock hard cock and pulling him after her. She stood on the pool steps and pushed him down, straddling his legs as she fingered her dripping snatch in front of his cum covered face. She scooped cum from his body and stroked his hard shaft, coating his cock with Stan's and my cum. She turned and looked at the three of us, announcing that she was now going to ride her stud's big cock until they both came. She didn't tell us that she was going to put it into her hot tight ass, so we were surprised to see her strain to take him into her until she shrieked, "Fuck!!! Put that fat cock into my ass now! Fuck my ass, you cum loving slut! Oh myyyyyyy Godddddd!!!" Slowly she sank down until all 8 of his erect inches were buried in her tight ass. Tina slowly built up momentum, riding Stevie's cock for all she was worth. She tossed her head back and forth as she muttered unintelligibly, blurting out random thoughts as her orgasm built from deep inside her. Stevie started to sweat as the grip of her tightly stuffed asshole brought him closer and closer to eruption. We gathered around them and offered our encouragement to the pair of wildly fucking lovers. Stan told his twin to fill her ass with his cum, as Stacy and I cheered Tina on and twisted her stiff nipples while she worked Stevie's cock into her rectum one final time. Then all hell broke loose as Tina started a low moan that quickly built to a piercing shriek of ecstasy. Tina convulsed in orgasmic bliss while Stevie thrust his cock into her as deep as he could, biting her shoulder as he began to shoot his seed deep into her milking ass. We watched as rivers of cum flowed out around his shaft and coated his cock and balls entirely. Stacy knelt between their legs and lapped up the river of cum that ran out of him and then her. She then clamped her lips on Tina's clit and sucked it fiercely, sending the young girl off on another wild orgasm. She barely made a low whimpering sound as sensations ripped through her, until she collapsed back onto Stevie in total oblivion. Stan and I could only marvel at her capacity for pleasure, which on this occasion even she had surpassed. The two young men picked Tina up gently and borrowed a towel to wrap her in, then carefully carried her still quivering body back to her house. Stacy and I heard her asking drowsily "What the fuck happened to me???" as they took her inside. We went inside and showered together, enjoying a slow sensual fuck and then I took her back to her waiting son. Tim showed remarkable improvement over the school year and even ran for school senate. His mother and I occasionally visit Sam's house, looking in on his hot neighbors as well. The Last Day of Summer This story is about Joe, a 19 year old, and his 22 year old sister Lena, who is a senior in college home for the summer. * This summer, I discovered my sister was a slut. This may sound harsh, but this is not the intent. The truth is I love my sister very and think the world of her. She's not a nymphomaniac, because as I understand it nymphos don't even enjoy it. Lena, she really and truly enjoys it, and pursues it, and at least back then she wasn't too picky about who she enjoyed it with. Early in the spring, I didn't know this. But shortly after she returned home from school for the summer, she shocked me by taking a guy up to her room and fucked him, making no attempt to keep the noise down. Back then when a car pulled in the driveway, I left the house. If I came home from work and somebody was there, I would just keep driving. But as spring transitioned into summer, I got used to it, because I was just tired of going out in the pouring rain, or sitting around in blazing sun when I could be home doing what I wanted. Not that it was cool in the house. The air conditioning had stopped working, and the HVAC guy said we needed to get a new one. Mom said maybe she could afford that next year, but this year she had just enough to make the monthly bills. She was putting in lots of extra hours, which Lena was taking full advantage of. Mom would always send us a text when she was coming home. Ostensibly, it was about what to do for dinner, but I suspect she also wanted to make sure there were no surprises when she got home. That didn't always work. There was one summer afternoon I got a text from Mom. She was coming home a little early. It was one of those really hot, humid sunny afternoons without a breath of air. My hair dripped with sweat that ran down my shirtless chest and dampened my underwear as I stood in front of my dresser, stroking the cock hanging over the waistband of my underwear as I watched myself in the mirror. Through my open door, I heard Lena getting loudly fucked by another random guy I'd never seen before. How could I even be in the house and not think about sex when it was happening about fifteen feet away from me? But anyway, Mom takes about twenty minutes to get home, so I had time to finish, and Lena was always careful to kick her fuck buddies out before Mom arrived. I liked to time my orgasm to when I heard Lena cum, because that usually made it more exciting. Now it was ten minutes since the text, and the fucking was still going. C'mon sis, I thought, wrap it up. I gave up on her and with a few hip thrusts and furious stroking, I came expertly onto my prepared tissues. I glanced down at my phone and realized that Mom had accidentally sent the text only to me instead of our family group. Lena didn't know. She had six minutes. I ran down the hall and pounded on her door. It wasn't latched and it swung wide, just as Lena had started her climax. She was on top of the guy doing cowgirl, with her mouth doing the letter O as her hips bucked and swirled against the guy's pelvis. Her eyes were closed but popped wide in surprise when the door flew open. "Mom will be home in SIX MINUTES!" I yelled at her. Lena tried to say something but she was still in the throes of her orgasm. All she said was a breathy "Fuck." I couldn't tell if she meant that as an expletive, or what, because she liked to swear a lot when she was fucking. Since maybe she didn't understand me, I stood there, watching her and repeated: "Six Minutes!" Now her eyes came back into focus, and she look at me, her eyes trailing down my sweat drenched underwear, noticing a drop of cum oozed escaped my sagging undies and ran down my leg. She licked her lips, smiling mischeviously. "Jesus Lena, she'll be home any minute!" Finally, Lena came to her senses, and hopped off the guy. She leaned over and took his thick stubby cock in her mouth, her hair dipping into the puddles of her own juices on his pelvis. "Mmm, fuck that was good". she said as the cock popped out of her mouth. She rolled off the bed and told him she was sorry but she didn't have time to get him off and he needed him to get the fuck out now. The guy said it was fine, and he would like to fuck her again soon. He threw on his gym shorts and started down the hall putting on his tee shirt, with the top of his stiff cock extending well above his waist band. I went back to my room to get some clothes to bring to the shower, but when I stepped back into the hall Lena was standing there, naked and holding a towel in front of her crotch. "Sorry, Joe but who needs a shower more right now?" I looked her up and down from head to toe. Her hair was a mess, matted to her neck with sweat and her own juices. Her luscious lips had lipstick smeared all around, no doubt a result of sucking cock. Perspiration ran down between her beautiful breasts, and a drop hung on the end of her right nipple. As my gaze dropped to the towel she was holding, she slowly moved it to the side while she watched my face with interest. My face reddened as blood rushed into my dick. Her pussy was not shaved but neatly trimmed. I couldn't see much but suddenly I felt like I wanted to see more. "Oops, silly me." she said as she dropped her towel. I stood transfixed as she started to descend slowly into a squat with her knees open wide. Her gaze was now fixed on my crotch, as my member was now at full attention. I knew I should leave but I was transfixed. Her legs open wide, it took in a breath as my eyes devoured the view of her still-swollen labia, and the glorious treasure between them. I had seen thousands of vaginas, mostly from porn but also a few girls I had done stuff with. But this was the most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen. A little drop of fluid formed at the bottom of the entrance and I imagined how wet and warm and tight-feeling it must be. Like a zombie, I took a tentative step forward. I heard the sound of a car door clunking shut. Mom was home. Lena looked directly into my eyes and she put her finger down to collect the drip and bring it to her mouth. "Joe," she said with a wide smile as she stood up and returned her gaze to my crotch. I looked down and realized that my right hand had found its way inside my underwear and was clenched around my throbbing cock. "This might be a good time to go back to your room." said my sister as the front door opened. Lena quickly stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, while I tried to walk nonchalantly down the hall, with my boner bouncing side to side. I figured doesn't usually come upstairs right away. After all, she's got to read mail and check Facebook on her laptop. Once safely inside, I considered the fastest way to get rid of this boner. I could either let it go down naturally, or quickly jack off again. I tried the former without success, because the only thing I could actually think about was Lena, her legs spread, and that gorgeous little love hole beckoning me. For the first time, I thought about fucking my sister as I stroked myself hard and fast. I imagined her squatting, and I tackling her, and slipping my cock into that lovely little cave. Oh god it would feel so fucking good. Oh how I want to cum inside that delectable little pussy. Oh fuck I thought and then I came in a flash, squirting semen made it three feet to my mirror where it dripped down to collect in a droplet on the frame, while I continued to spurt more out onto my dresser. Then I heard steps on the stairs. Mom was coming up. I dashed to me bed and grabbed my denim shorts. I had one leg in when she knocked on the door. "Joe?" "Hi Mom, just a minute I'm changing." I yelled, trying not to sound stressed. I threw on a tee shirt. "Joe, there is a letter for you here. It looks like it is from the University." "Uh, ok Mom. I'll open it later." "I'm sure your done changing, and I'm dying know if you got in.", she explained as she opened my door despite my protestation. My cock was still semi-hard, so I crossed my legs as I sat on the bed. The letter was nothing, just an acknowledgment that I was still on the wait list. I had taken a year off after high school, and my mother was getting anxious that I would never go to college. As she walked out of my room, I could tell Mom was a little disappointed. I thought she briefly glanced at the cum all over the dresser and on the mirror, but she continued out and closed the door behind her. I collapsed on the bed, a dark round circle forming on my shorts where additional cum was leaking out of my shrinking penis. The next morning, I ignored the morning wood and got ready for work. After getting dressed, I was laying on the bed with my phone, when I heard Lena approach and knock my door. She entered without waiting for me to reply. Her hair was tousled and she was still wearing her wrinkled nightshirt. "Hey" she said. "Hi Sis, what's up?" She glanced at my crotch. "Nothing yet. But that may change." she said mischievously. She hopped up on my dresser, knees facing me. "Lena, what do you want?" "Oh I want a lot of things... But actually I was wondering if I could borrow your phone charger. I can't find mine." "No. She pouted. Then she started slowly moving her knees apart. When the nightshirt pulled tight, she rocked her hips and pulled it up some more. "Why not?" she said. I tried not to look as sexual excitement gave me a light-headed buzz through my entire body. My pants began to bulge, and I wound up staring between her legs as if there were nothing else in the entire world. "Because I..." And then I lost my train of thought. My cock was yearning for freedom, yearning to be right there in the grip of that luscious, tight little pocket of pleasure. "So can I borrow it?" As she said this, her right hand came down to her pussy and spread the lips even wider so I could darkness in the center of her vagina. Just where I wanted to be. She made a small humping motion with her hips. "Oh god yes" I said. She hopped off the dress and grabbed my charger. "Thanks!" She started to almost skip out of the room she was so pleased with herself. But then she stopped. My foreskin was now peeking out of my waistband. It was throbbing under the pressure from the jeans. Lena leaned over me and admired it. I felt paralyzed with lust, as if thought was being suppressed by a wall of desire. "I was right. Something did come up!" And with that she walked out the door, letting it swing closed behind her. I watched her ass wiggle beneath the loose nightshirt as she left. I desperately undid my jeans enough to get access to my throbbing member. The precum oozed at the end and I tasted it, then started stroking my cock in earnest. In my mind I replayed the last few minutes, only this time I undid my pants before she left. I walked over to the dresser that was somehow just the right height. As my sister looked adoringly into my eyes, I grabbed her buttocks and slid her forward until my rock hard penis slipped into her. I imagined her climaxing as soon as I was all the way in, and then... and then... oh god My cum spurted all over my shirt, and on my bedspread. A few drops hit my face. I was breathing heavily. I heard a small sound near the door, which hadn't quite closed. After changing my shirt and cleaning up the rest of my jizz, I went downstairs to grab some breakfast. Lena was all smiles. She had gotten a bowl and spoon out for me and even poured my serial and put the milk out for me. I felt drained, and a bit unhappy that she was doing this to me. Now that she had discovered the power she could wield, I would be at her mercy, never able to actually get satisfaction. "Why did you change your shirt?" She asked, barely able to keep a straight face. "Fuck you." I said, frowning. "Mmmm, I look forward to that very much." she said as she moved languidly towards me. "Hey, what's that?" She leaned down and wiped a blob of cum from my pant leg. She brought her fingers to her lips, and slowly licked it so I could see the milky white drop on her tongue. "Mmmm, brother cum is the best cum." she said, now standing next to my chair as I tried to pour my cereal despite a new raging hard-on and a very red face. Lena leaned in, so her pussy touched my shoulder through her nightshirt. She rocked back and forth just a tiny bit. I could feel her labia through the clothing and I found myself moving my shoulder as if to work my way in and start fucking her with it. "Mmmm, She said with her eyes closed." Then she straightened and looked down with a pout. Her nightshirt had a large wet spot where she was against me. "You are making a lot of messes this morning, bro" "But have a good day at work. " She leaned down to give me kiss on the cheek, no doubt she was about to laugh at me as she left me with another raging boner. So at the last second I turned my head and our lips met. I felt her surprise, but took her arms gently and pulled her closer so we didn't part. I felt her lips go into a smile. Then her hands slid down my chest and up my back as her lips parted and I felt her tongue in my mouth. I thrush my own tongue in her mouth and tasted the semen she had licked off me. With my hands I reached up her nightshirt and felt her breasts for the first time. They felt heavenly soft, but resilient in shape as I cupped them. When I ran my fingers over her nipples she shuddered with pleasure. Her right hand made its way to my pants and she squeezed my cock. I was at the brink of climax. She leaned in to me, pressing herself against my chest. I moved my hands around her back. Lena pushed the kitchen table back with her ass so she could straddle me, and I moved my hands down to her lovely buttocks to pull her onto me. Then suddenly she pulled away and stood up. "Jesus!" she said, her breath coming in deep gasps. "I was just screwing with you. I didn't mean for this to get out of hand." And with that, she was gone. I heard her run up the stairs through my floating buzz of sexual energy. I looked down at the pulsating cock shape pressed against the fabric of my jeans. "Well, it doesn't sound like you are going to get with her after all, little friend." I didn't have time to jerk off again, so I just walked out to my car with a proud tent pitched on the front of my pants. It just had to subside before I got to work. Obviously I was useless at work that day. The entire morning my attempts at distracting myself from what happened that morning resulted in only in an erection which varied from rock hard to strongish-semi. I did my best to hide it, but I'm pretty sure the secretary saw it. She was looking right at it and then smiled at me. I don't know if it was a smile because she was thinking about my young cock, or smiling because she thinks its funny that teenage boys have such trouble controlling their hormones. Being nearly fifty with boys of her own it was probably the latter. After that I went to the single potty bathroom in the back near the loading dock, because it had a lock on the door, and rubbed one out as quickly and quietly as I could. I flushed the cum-covered toilet paper, then checked myself carefully for stray blobs. At around 5pm that night, I drove up to the house to see a car in the driveway, just as two guys came out of the front door with big smiles as they high-fived each other. I pulled in and they gave me a little nod as they pulled out onto the road. I felt vaguely upset, but I really couldn't place why. As the summer had approached I had become indifferent to the rampant fucking of my sister nearly every day by different guys. Although I did like to beat off to it, I had stopped feeling upset by it. Maybe it was because there were two of them, I felt a little concerned for my sister. I ran up the stairs and knocked on her door. "Lena, are you ok?" The door clicked open just enough for her to poke her head out. Her hair was slick against her neck, and there was a blob of cum on her eyelash. She smiled warmly at me, looking bizarre with lipstick smeared around her mouth. "I'm ok, Bro. Thanks for checking on me, though. " Then her expression got more serious, almost sad. "Look, I think I need to make some changes, you know, be a better sister. I had a fun time with those guys but I wanted them to go before you got home but they took their time. It's just rude the way I've been treating you and I want to do better." "We're good, Sis. I just wanted to make sure you were ok." I went back to my room and collapsed on my bed. I woke up to muffled sound of yelling downstairs. I opened my door and heard Mom screaming at Lena. Apparently a neighbor had informed Mom about the boys visiting every day. She said that the whole neighborhood was abuzz with it, and that people our house had been turned into a brothel. I didn't think Lena was taking money, but I guess I really didn't know. After that, the boys stopped. I'm sure my sister was still fucking guys, just not in our house. She went out a lot more now. As the leaves began to turn, the summer of love appeared to be over. I didn't see her in her nightshirt any more. If I saw her at breakfast time she would be fully dressed, and no longer did she tease me, at least not sexually. She still looked plenty hot in a tee-shirt and jeans, and I did get a partial sometimes just by watching her walk down the bedroom hall, but I knew she felt terrible about what almost happened and kept my lust as discreet as I could. As the days counted down to when she would return to school, my feelings were a tangled ball of conflicted emotions. Lust and possessiveness where there, balanced by love and concern for her. But the tension of living with her was straining my nerves, and I looked forward to a more relaxed life coming in the fall. That night the phone rang. Mom informed us that an old friend was in the hospital and she needed to fly to Boston for a few days. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to take Lena back to school. I was to drive Lena out in Mom's SUV and help her move into her dorm. On the way back from dropping Mom off at the airport, Lena stopped at a convenience store. "Let's get some beers and watch a movie tonight. Something we can't do when Mom's home." As we stepped out of the store, a gust of warm wind nearly pulled the door out of my hands. My sister's hair fluttered in the breeze, and she gave me a smile that made my heart beat faster with feelings of love and undeniable sexual attraction. "It's like the last gasp of summer," she said. When we got in the car, she pulled around the side of the store and stopped the car. She grabbed a 20 oz single out of the bag and threw it to me, then cracked open one for her self. I was a bit anxious. Drinking in the car was one of those things you should never do, but when she held up her beer for a toast, I did the same. "To the Summer of Love" she said. "To the Summer of Lust" I said as our cans clinked. She hesitated, like she was wondering if I was putting her down. Then she shrugged and said. "I guess that's pretty accurate. I'll drink to that!" "To the Summer of Love and Lust!" we cried out together, and we chugged our beers. "Now let's go have some fun!" She raised her hand for a high five and I slapped hard, unabashedly watching her gorgeous breasts jiggle. She laughed and put the car in drive. At home we watched a bawdy comedy and by the time we were halfway through the horror flick we'd finished a twelve pack. In the scary parts, Lena leaned closer on the couch and we ended up holding hands in the dim light of the TV. When the credits rolled I switched off the TV without letting go of Lena. In the dead quiet we could hear crickets chirping outside. I wondered if she could fell my hard-on underneath our clasped hand. The Last Day of Summer "It's still summer." I said. She said nothing for a while. Then "Yes, its the last night of summer, but tomorrow will be fall." "Yeah, just one night." I said, feeling like this was a negotiation. In the pitch darkness I felt her face approach mine. Her lips hit my nose and lightly kissed it, then moved down to my mouth. She gave me a tentative kiss on my top lip. I brought my right hand up to her neck and gently pressed her mouth against mine. Then both our passions erupted, as she let go of my hand and squeezed my cock through my pants and my freed hand felt for her breasts. We tumbled off the couch onto the floor, knocking into the coffee table and spilling a half empty beer and bowl of popcorn on top of us. I rolled on top and got my cock lined up on her pussy, and through the clothes humped her while kissed her madly with one hand on her neck and in her hair, while the other slipped under her bra to find her nipple. I was trembling with desire, and I could feel her thrusting her pelvis to meet my humping. About to climax in my pants, at the last moment I jumped off her. "Oh Lena, C'mon let's go upstairs before I burst." She took my hand and we raced upstairs like kids. I led her to my room. I didn't want to fuck her like one of her nameless studs. I wanted to make love. Once there we tore our clothes off. Lena was faster and jumped onto my bed and rolled onto her back with her legs spread open for me. I climbed on the bed, my cock so hard it felt like a steel missile. As soon as I was close enough she was guiding it in to her pussy. As the tip entered, I felt an incredible wash of pleasure. I felt my climax building, and tried to pull out. I didn't want to disappoint her. But it was too late. The first spurt flew up to her face and chin, and as the orgasm took hold of me I humped my way up her body, spewing cum from her pubic hair all the way up to her breasts. When at last the pumping subsided, I felt so good from head to toe. I let my weight down upon her and felt her breasts under my chest. We both were slippery with semen. I liked my own cum off her face and then kissed her deeply. I loved the feeling of her breasts and nipple slipping against my chest. My cock was unexpectedly still hard, and suddenly, my sisters hands slipped underneath my belly to coax it back to her pussy. I lifted off her to give her freedom, and she rubbed my foreskin up and down and around, mixing her juices with my semen and our sweat. I started little thrusts and she held my foreskin against her clit for moment, making short little moans. Then she directed it inside her and looked up at me with doe eyes as I began to fuck her slowly, pulling out so far the tip just reached the entrance, and then pushed gently in again, feeling the pleasure of each part of the stroke until our pubes pushed together. After a few strokes I stopped deep inside her, and leaned down to kiss her mouth and her neck, and then down to suck her nipples, while I slowly turned my hips in circles, loving the feeling being so deep into my lovely sister. "Oh god, Joe, fuck me." she pleaded as her hands dropped to my buttocks and began coaxing me into motion. "Oh yes, oh yes. Joe cum in me, please, cum in my pussy. Oh god" I let her set the pace. "Oh Sis, this feels so fucking good. Oh Sis. Oh" Her eyes looked deep into mine as we both began to climax. I sped up the pace and watched her luscious lips form the letter O, and I began squirting my load into my sister's vagina. This was an almost heavenly orgasm as we celebrated our romantic love despite its forbidden nature. On the last thrust I collapsed against and without thinking, whispered in her ear. "Oh god Lena, I love you so much." She didn't reply but her hands flew up behind my head and she kissed me with passion. The passion of something more than lust. I could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm as her vagina greedily spasmed, trying to keep hold of every drop of my cum. I pulled out and rolled off her, feeling so good, not just in my penis, but all over my body. But I was not done yet. I wanted to satisfy her completely. I reached over with my right hand and gently rubbed her tummy and made my way down between her legs. In response, she opened her legs wider for me. At first I rubbed the entire area with all my fingers in a circular motion. Her pussy was slick with her fluids and my semen. As my fingers slipped over her labia, I felt for her clitoris. She inhaled sharply as my index finger swirled around it, and she reflexively grabbed my wrist, but didn't stop me. I pulled my hand free, then repositioned myself to get a better view of what I was doing. I saw she had lifted her head to see also, so I grabbed my pillow and gave it to her so she prop her head to enjoy watching the action too. I kept creeping my head closer. Her beautiful pussy was so close now. The smell of her sex and my semen mixed, and my cock began stirring again. I wanted more than just my hand there, without any plan I moved and replaced my hand with my mouth. My tongue found her clit and I sucked and licked. Her hands grasped the back of my head, and she helped me find the rhythm she wanted. "Oh god, Joe, right there. Oh god yes. Joe right there. Oh fuck." I brought two fingers up and started sliding them in and out of her vagina while I sucked and slurped. Her pelvis was now thrusting towards my mouth, and she was pulling in rhythm to the back of my head. I knew she was close now. With my other hand I found her left breast, still slick with cum and sweat. I rubbed the nipple and pinched it gently. She grabbed my head and squeezed it hard into her pussy as her hips bucked with the climax. I could feel the vaginal muscles spasm as she made guttural, intelligible sounds. Fresh lubricant flowed into my mouth, and dripped off my chin. As she humped my face I felt awash in pride that I could bring such pleasure. By this time, my cock was back in fighting trim, and I scampered up the bed and without ceremony, slipped it in again. I raised up on my arms to enjoy the scene of my sister getting fucked. Her breasts jiggled pleasantly with my thrusts, and the sweat poured off her face, dripping down and running between her tits. Her short brown hair was slick with sweat, pussy juice and my semen. Lena spoke low words of encouragement to me as I fucked her. All the time she was looking straight into my eyes. As took in this erotic splendor, once again I could feel it building, but I wanted her to come again, so I hopped off to the side, inviting to her to hop aboard. No further coaxing was needed, and she was on top of me and slipping it in almost immediately. Now as I watched her breasts swing above my face as she slowly fucked my cock, I was in trouble. I tried to think about work, or spiders to keep from losing it again. I picked up my head to suck on her nipple, and she leaned down for me to get better access and slid a pillow under my head. She clearly enjoyed the attention I was giving her nipples. Her voice was low and sultry, and her eyes lidded as she concentrated on the sensations. We continued on like this for quite a while, with me desperately trying not to climax. "You going to come with me, baby?" she finally asked, her voice low and breathy. "Cause I'm going to fucking come. God. Feels so fucking good. Oh god. Joe, come with me." I relaxed my mental discipline, and let my arousal grow as I saw my sister start her orgasm. She did not speed up, or scream, but her thrusts became stronger. She had her eyes closed now as she concentrated on how good her pussy felt. Looking at her start her climax boosted my excitement above the threshold and I began to climax also. I too kept my voice husky and low. "Oh Oh oh" we both were vocalizing the waves of pleasure that ripped through us as we humped each other. My cock was dry-spurting into her, while her vagina responded by clenching and squeezing me. I wanted to keep thrusting and feeling this forever, it was so wonderful. Like cresting a hill, it sadly passed, and eventually we came to a stop. My sister was breathing hard, still looking into my eyes. A tear dripped down her check amid the sweat and other fluids of the night. She leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips, and then rolled off to my side but whispered in my ear. "I love you too, Joe." and then she went to sleep. When I awoke, the sun was coming in the window and warming my face, but the room was cold. Due to the broken air conditioning, the house hadn't been actually chilly since May. Somehow I was under a blanket. I looked around for Lena, but she was gone. I lifted the blanket, and the smell of last night's sex wafted up. I took a deep breath of it and felt all good inside. The house was quiet. I padded down the hall to Lena's room. The bed was made all her stuff was gone. I ran down the stairs naked and frantically looked in the kitchen. Empty. I ran back to my room to get dressed and that is when I saw the note. It was on stationary, and she had take the time to write it in beautiful flowing handwriting. Dear Joe, As we all knew it would, summer has come to an end. You will never know how much I wish that last day could go on forever, but the seasons are as unstoppable as time itself. I want to cherish it always and for that reason I am getting an early ride back to school with a friend. The memory I want to have is the end of summer as it was, not as a long road trip with stops at fast food restaurants. I hope you understand this, and there is one final thing I wanted to let you know. I've made a lot decisions I regret, and I imagine I will not really want to speak of them again. But there is one decision I made that I will be silent about until my grave, but I will never, ever regret it. Love, Lena A gust of wind rattled my window, and I shivered as a cold draft blew across my naked skin. Colorful leaves floated by in a whirlwind. I heard a car door close. I ran to the window as Lena got into the back seat. I pressed my nose to the glass as tears began to flow down my face. As the car pulled out onto the road I saw her turn and look up at my window. It looked she was crying too. I made a pathetic wave, thinking she would never see it, but she returned it as the car turned the corner and disappeared. And so fall came, then winter, then spring again. Lena graduated, and moved to North Carolina with a new boyfriend, and in a few years they married. Of course I still see her, but we aren't hot for each other any more, or at least not on her part. We've never spoken about it again, but I always tear up on the first cold day of autumn. I wonder sometimes if she does too. The Last Days of Mr. Right The Last Days of Mr. Right All bowed to the will of the government and threw their support behind the President, save but a few. A relatively small contingent of Americans held that the government's actions were diametrically opposed to the Constitution. They spoke out against the illegal practices of the President and his administration, leading ever-growing numbers of their countrymen in protest against the government. The streets crawled with uppity Americans, ready to fight for those certain inalienable rights that were guaranteed them. These uppity Americans were beaten down and eventually jailed as traitors. Anyone who spoke out ran the risk of being imprisoned and, if the new Good American Act passed into law as expected, executed within days of arrest. Due process was one of the first casualties of America in the face of the terrorist attacks. This fact made the actions of the protestors in front of the White House on this day all the more foolhardy. If they were caught they would likely be executed, some of the first victims of the new law. And still they protested. Armed soldiers stood just inside the White House fence, rifles at the ready, fully prepared to fire into the crowd. All they awaited was the order to do it. Inexplicably to some of them, they were ordered to stand down. Unless the protestors got violent the soldiers were ordered not to engage, merely to observe. The protestors carried signs that read patriotic slogans, but no one was fooled. These people hated America. They were probably working for the AAATA. There was one long-haired guy who marched with his sign that read, "GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE DEATH". A middle-aged woman carried a sign that read, "YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE MY FREEDOM". A little girl waved a sign that read, "I WANT TO GROW UP IN A FREE USA". Obvious liberal scum. The kind of people that the Good American Act was designed to eliminate. The soldiers grew more nervous and agitated by the second, waiting for the powder keg to go off. Even the little girl could be dangerous. Who knew? Maybe they had used children to plant the bombs at Disney World. No one would have ever expected that. The soldiers knew they had to be ready. The vision of Mickey Mouse's graphic immolation was still seared into their minds. Let their guard down for one second and it could be them going up in flames next. A sweating soldier fingered the trigger on his M-16, wanting for all his life just to point his rifle into the crowd of protestors and empty clip after clip until they all lay dead. True American soldiers would never fire on unarmed civilians in their own country, and that had been a tough sticking point. However, it was not insurmountable. The private soldiers contracted to fight in many foreign theaters were brought back to the United States and quickly became the known authority on the streets of every American city. Actual members of the U.S. military were all sent to fight the spate of new conflicts popping up against American almost every day. The new soldiers' allegiance was not to the Constitution of the Untied States. It was solely to the large paychecks they were handed on a monthly basis from their employer, Schwarzenaqua. The protestors grew louder still in their chant. "HEY HEY! HO HO! THE PRESIDENT HAS GOT TO GO! HEY HEY! HO HO! THE PRESIDENT HAS GOT TO GO! " The soldiers prayed quietly for someone to come and save them. They wanted to be out of harm's way. Sure, they had guns, but the protestors had numbers. Some were children, some were elderly, but numbers are numbers. If the protestors decided to overrun the fence the soldiers couldn't stop them all. The situation was bad and looking to get worse. Suddenly, salvation came in a red, white and blue streak. One of the soldiers saw it and pointed to the sky. "Look! It's Mr. Right! We're going to be okay!" The protestors never even heard the attack as Mr. Right barreled head first into their ranks, knocking them down like so many bowling pins. The chants gave way to screams as the few protestors who remained on their feet scattered. Quite a few of them were down and some weren't moving. Mr. Right swooped back up into the sky and took stock of the carnage. He was looking for groups, not individuals. He could use his speed and flight to take out a whole group much easier than he could pick out one person to bring down. There they were, huddling amid the broken bodies of his first attack. A perfect target. These cowards could come down here and scare and intimidate the regular soldiers, but they cowered in fear when they had to face Mr. Right. He began his second dive, building speed as he approached. BLAM! Leading with his fists, Mr. Right exploded through the huddled group, sending them cart wheeling through the air, as he flew into the sky again. Hovering above the fleeing protestors, Mr. Right searched for his next target. The decision had to be made quickly, lest they all get away. He scanned the fleeing mass and committed to a target. A young man with long hair ran, dragging a small boy away by the hand. The man carried a sign in his other hand and Mr. Right could read it as he zoomed to his target, jaw set, and fists clenched. The sign read, "GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH". In the split second before Mr. Right drove his fists through the man's back he cried out, "Death it is, you dirty hippie!" Unfortunately, the body of the hippie would not come off of his hands. He had busted through and gotten them stuck inside the hippie's body and he just couldn't shake loose. With one mighty rip, Mr. Right tore his way free, dropping each half of the hippie to the ground. Turning to find a new target Mr. Right realized that his work there was done. The soldiers were well equipped to take care of the protestors now. As the protestors continued to run away the soldiers shot many of them in the back. In their zeal they even shot a couple of the protestors who were surrendering. When it was said and done there were thirty-four captured protestors, one hundred and eleven dead protestors, and an unknown number of escaped protestors. Not to fear, though. There was a video record of the crowd and they would all be tracked down and brought to justice, one way or another. Mr. Right landed next to the soldier who appeared to be in charge and the soldier turned and saluted him. Mr. Right returned the salute in a really half-assed manner, trying not to get hippie blood on his mask. "We can take it from here, Mr. Right. Thank you!" the soldier said earnestly. "That could have really gotten bad before you showed up." "No thanks is necessary, Sergeant. I'm always glad to help a real American." The soldiers began to lead some of the captured protestors back toward the White House fence. It was all over but the mopping up. "Good work," Mr. Right said officiously. "I'd stay and help finish up here, but I need to check on the President." With another of his patented mighty leaps, Mr. Right flew up into the sky and over the fence, heading for the White House. The Last Days of Mr. Right The things that could be learned about the true nature of Mr. Right weighed very heavily on Bill Rush's mind. What if they found out where and how he had gotten his powers? If they knew that his powers came from constant infusions of a chemical forcibly drawn from the brains of hard working people, simply called "Juice" by the scientists who discovered it, the public would turn against him. It was inevitable. They would see him as a cannibal instead of a savior. Every month a few people from the unemployment line came up missing and no one was the wiser. They were taken from different parts of the country so as to curtail suspicion. People who listed their former occupations as steelworkers or construction workers were the best. They worked so hard that the chemical was strong in their brains. It was unfortunate that they had to be killed in order for the chemical to be collected, but you couldn't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. Bill Rush, as one of the President's oldest friends and business associates, volunteered to receive the infusions of the Juice. The effect was immediate. His muscle mass increased exponentially. He went from being tall and slim to being an impossibly large mass of throbbing muscle. As Mr. Right, Bill Rush became, if not indestructible, incredibly resilient. Bullets fired from handguns stung slightly, but they did no real damage. He could be hurt, but it took some effort. An unexpected power from the Juice was the ability to fly. The American working man was strong and very tough, but none of them could fly, that they knew of. One of the scientists explained it that possibly the fact that such high concentrations of the chemical, and from so many different people, were at work in Mr. Right's system, things were possible that normally were not. Maybe uniting the chemical components of the working people of America gave Mr. Right the ability to achieve what was once thought impossible. It was as good an explanation as he was likely to get. Mr. Right didn't worry about it too much, though. As long as they kept the Juice coming and he kept his powers he didn't care what caused it to happen. Break those eggs, boys. Break those eggs. Oh, there was so much dirt. The tax evasion, the offshore bank accounts, the illegal (and technically unpatriotic) outsourcing, the domestic abuse, the affair, the abortion, the drug addiction. Mr. Right had been addicted to painkillers from the first few days since receiving his powers. The physical changes wrought upon his body were agonizing. His entire physical being reshaped itself according to the chemical commands of the Juice and he felt as if he were being torn apart. The doctors prescribed painkillers to help him get through the early pain. It was to be expected, this pain, and they were ready for it. The trouble was that even after the pain had completely gone away, Mr. Right continued taking the pills. He had acquired a pretty serious habit, considering the amount of pills he needed to accommodate his new body mass. When the doctors realized that he was out of control, they cut him off, cold turkey. He thought he would die. The withdrawal was pure Hell. Instead, he forced Louisa, his illegal alien maid, to go out on the street and buy his drugs for him. Together they hid his drug abuse from the doctors. Mr. Right constantly threatened to have Louisa deported when she expressed concern for his well being or at her possibility of getting caught. He would just tell her, "Take your wetback ass downtown and find some niggers. They'll have drugs. Do it!" In her fear, Louisa did just that. Mr. Right was wondering if Louisa had talked to anyone. Maybe she had let the cat out of the bag about the drugs and that's how the reporter had known. Whether she had or not, Louisa was too big a risk to allow. She would have to disappear. Deportation wouldn't work either. She had to die. The President had people who could take care of that for him. Louisa would just have to be found dead of an overdose down in the ghetto where she always went to buy the drugs. That should solve that problem. These were Mr. Right's primary concerns, even though the man's words about the AAATA were also completely true. The American public simply would not believe that their two greatest heroes, Mr. Right and the President, could be behind the horrendous attacks. It was unthinkable. No one would believe it, even if "proof" came out. The President had a full time staff that took care of discrediting anyone who stumbled onto the truth and brought it to the public's attention. Mr. Right and the President had planned the Disney attack, the bombings in Walmart, and the McDonald's poisonings right there in Oval Office. The people who carried out the attacks were on the payroll of Rush International's parent company, The McCarthy Group. The McCarthy Group was a huge, yet little known corporate monolith. It was made up of defense contractors, security corporations, oil companies, print and broadcast media outlets, and Rush International, a company whose sole purpose was to absorb and destroy other companies. Bill Rush was a predator of the highest order. A smaller company inside the McCarthy Group, also owned by Rush, was the one that made the toys and other Mr. Right merchandise in the South American sweatshops. A flush resounded from inside the President's bathroom and the door opened. The President stepped out and quickly shut the door behind him. "Whatever you do, don't go in there for a few minutes." The President walked across the room to his desk and retrieved his jacket from the back of his chair. "Ready to go speak to the nation?" "Sure, let's get this over with," Bill Rush said, pulling the mask back over his face. The President led the way to the office door and Mr. Right, with his excellent powers of perception, noticed a piece of toilet paper trailing from the President's shoe. "Mr. President, wait!" The President stopped and turned around as Mr. Right stooped and pulled the errant toilet tissue from his shoe. "Thanks, Bill! That sure would have been embarrassing if I'd walked out there like that!" the President said with a smile. Before dropping it in the wastebasket, Mr. Right read the words printed on the President's toilet paper. It read: "We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect…" Blah blah blah. 'Nothing important', Mr. Right thought, crumpling the tissue into a wad and discarding it. The Last Days of Reinhardt Becker DARKNESS hangs heavily upon me as I struggle to wriggle from its torturous grasp. I am smothered by its heaviness upon me as I consider my fate. Someone please reveal to me that this deed is nothing but a cruel and unusual prank, I await the sound of laughter as the perpetrators come to remove me from this hell. I hold my breath and intently listen, I can only hear the distant scratching of vermin within the castle walls and the pounding pulse in my temples. It is as quiet as it is dark, the silence rings as loud as church bells and my silent screams are deafening as I slowly slip into madness. No one is coming for me today, tomorrow or ever. I was put here to suffer and suffer I will until I finally succumb to the lack of food water and light. Slowly piecing together the fog of the events of last evening, there is so much that is blank and vacant. The aftermath of a cocktail of alcohol and a drug of some sorts perhaps, maybe a hallucinogen. Yes, that would be perfect, maybe this is not real but a hallucination of some sort and I just need to outlast it's effects. Meanwhile I shall investigate my confinement and test its limits while I endure this drugged feeling. Slowly of course, on hands and knees along the wall moving in a clockwise direction slowly inching forward little by little. I can feel the cool floor beneath me, the ancient stonework is rough and sharp in some places as I keep my left hip and shoulder against the wall. I pause for a moment as I lose my courage and curse everything and anything that is the work of the creator. How can this be happening to me I ask the darkness as if someone would be there to answer me. Anger has replaced courage as my fuel to move forward and forward I go. A cold slimy sweat traverses my spine as I collapse in a heap. Four walls at least ten feet each and no windows with a stone ceiling slightly higher than my five foot eight inches high. How did I get here and why am I here? Defeated I stare into the dark and watch as demons and sprites dance to and fro mocking me and my predicament. I must be the first human they have witnessed for some time as they seem to be as curious of me as I am of them. They multiply in number as the more of them I notice the more of them appear as the small chamber becomes suddenly crowded. They are difficult to describe as they seem to morph as they mockingly crawl around the room always keeping one of their hideous eyes upon me at all times. Maybe four foot tall humanoid like things with bugged-out eyes and deformed hands with swollen knuckles as if they have been beating against these walls for eternity. They disappear as quickly as they appeared, frightened by something? IT is a loud and terrible moan that echoes inside these confined walls that has scattered the creatures back to whence they came. I raise my arms to defend myself only to realize that I am the creature emitting that horrible sound and I slowly back into the nearest corner and cower. I close my eyes tightly hoping that when they open I will be back in the vineyards tending my grapes in the beautiful summer sun. As I slowly open my eyes the difference is naught, it is just as dark eyes open as eyes closed, am I blind? My lips are parched for it has been too long since I've drank last, and that was a dehydrating mixture of cognac and an unknown drug. The sound of a distant steady drip of water has revealed itself to me as I lovingly dream of it as if it were the nectar of my soul mate as she surrenders to me. The first drop splashes away quickly as my lips and tongue panic and strike out after it only sending the delicious drop further from reach. In my present state of mind and situation my senses have been twisted and sharpened simultaneously, the drops of water fall every twenty-four heartbeats, and I wait as I count down to zero. The musty drop tastes of dirt, fungus and has a vile odor as it might as well had been the excrement of the devil himself. I find myself not catching water droplets in a triumphant display of survival, but I am pitifully licking the condensation of the far wall like a caged beast. Panic stricken I toss myself against each wall repeatedly as I hope to either crash through the wall or snap my neck, one way or the other I will escape my confines. In the darkness there hides a light, a key to salvation, but when that light cannot be found darkness damns for all eternity. The sins of Reinhardt Becker were his to bear, although the punishment does not fit the crime it is his to ponder for all time. Some distance from where he lays unconscious his identical twin brother Richard fills his wooden pipe with tobacco and stares at the full moon shining down on the moors. It has been a full day since he blocked in his brother after luring him to the dilapidated abandoned castle with the hopes of finding a hidden wine cellar. Reinhardt was so excited when they FOUND the small chamber and removed the racks of wine. We cleaned the chamber and celebrated our find with a delicious cognac. Yes, Richards favorite drink, cognac laced with opiates. When sipped in small amounts it is relaxing drink, but when gulped in celebration it is paralyzing at best and at worst deadly. Death was not the plan, but suffering was the condition Richard had longed for his dear brother to experience. The opiates gave Richard plenty of time to wall him in and time for the mortar to set. In his eyes his brother had committed the ultimate sin and Richard was willing to burn in hell as long as he could watch Reinhardt burn beside him. Richard lights his pipe and watches the silhouette of the castle from a hill a couple of miles away. An evil smile upon his lips Richard climbs onto the wagon full of vintage wine and starts towards home. A long debilitating weight has just been lifted, the eternal bond between twins that never materialized fully, has been severed once and for all. The cognac is raised to the heavens in celebration as the wagon disappears. JOHANNA is the given name of an angel sent from the stars, sent not to me, but sent to my twin Richard. As I slowly decay in this chamber, my stomach has now starting to digest itself searching for life giving nourishment. The cramps are as painful as the realization of my imminent demise and a reminder of the torture I have yet to experience. So I dream of that face, that face that looked at me so lovingly and completely. That face that did not realize that she was not sneaking intimate relations with her husband to be, but with his identical twin. She called me Richard, she never knew the difference, she told me she would love me for an eternity and a day. Her slender fingers traced the muscles on my back up and down and lightly scratched me as we arrived at the gates of bliss, and that last kiss. I knew he was watching, I could feel the heat from his anger, he would never reveal my ruse for his beloved Johanna would never be the same if she knew. So I enjoyed every second of my pleasure and his torment was delicious. I watched as she gathered her garments and ran down the back stairs before the servants discover her, blowing sweet kisses my general direction. OBVIOUSLY, I underestimated my dear brother Richard, I the untrustworthy made the ultimate mistake in trusting my brother. We never spoke of what I did other than I would tell him when we drank that I would not hesitate to taste his sweet Johanna again. I left him no choice, it was the ONLY thing Richard could do, he had to dispose of me and his plan I must say was brilliant. Forever wild it would be no problem convincing people that I took off to the Alps again for a lengthy stay. Dear brother you have done well, the perfect revenge, no worries of your evil twin taking your place in your marriage bed and fathering your children with my evil seed. THE flood of emotions has taxed me beyond comprehension, my thirst and hunger has plunged me into an excited state. I must eat, the smell of Quail entices me further into the dark corner opposite of me. There in the darkness a foul and loathsome creature sits eating my beloved juicy bird, it pauses to lick it's wretched misshapen fingers and consider my presence. With a grunt the creature offers me a piece of the breast, as I reach for it the thing pulls it back and laughs hideously. With all the strength that I possess I snatched the delicious breast meat and slither into the opposite corner. THERE in the darkness I find my light of redemption. In that lonely abyss of slow death I Reinhardt Becker will survive! I have taken from the beast this lovely morsel of nourishment from which I will survive for all eternity. As I slowly enjoy it's flavor, uncooked wild meat is a delicious favorite of mine, I dream of being seated at the end of a great table beholding a great feast. Servants bring bottle after bottle of the best wines and plate after plate of delicious wild game. I have ascended hell and now sit at the heavenly gates from which I will pass through and spend my eternity in the heavens where I belong! NO says the gatekeeper, NO NO NO!! But please hear my story please and you will let me pass. All that is said is NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO...there is no heaven and no gatekeeper and there was NO quail. There is only poor Reinhardt Becker sitting in the dark and forsaken corner of his tomb screaming NO NO NO NO NO NO ... as he devours his own hand. The Last Days of Summer Julia had spent the last days of summer at this place that had always beckoned her back to the days of her childhood before her parents had divorced. And here she was once more before school began, enjoying the crash of the waves and the feel of heated sand squishing beneath her toes. As she headed into the crashing surf once more before it became too late in the day, the sun was already starting sink towards the distant horizon at the place where the ocean seemed to suddenly break off and drop into nothingness. She could imagine why sailors of old used to believe that the Earth was flat. Reaching back to adjust the small yellow bikini bottoms that barely seemed to cling to her ample hips; she felt the water lapping at her ankles as she walked along the break of the waves. The waning rays of the sun seemed to lick down upon her exposed flesh, as she reached a hand upwards to her loose hair that hung in gentle waves over her shoulders and brushed against the exposed flesh of her back. Turning her head from the surf to look at the few remaining people on the beach, she could see that most had already left as the day came to an end. Any that remained at this time of the day came because of their love for the ocean or the beach and not just to worship the sun. Honestly, she didn't know how people could just come during the day and play and not stay for this time when the beach was about to be at the pinnacle of its beauty. The only other time that she thought it was more beautiful was first thing in the morning before any human footprints marred its surface and only the mysterious hand of the ocean had left its soft touch upon the sands, leaving them smooth and clean like the day they had been created. She breathed in deeply the refreshing scent of the salt air and the water that continued to lap at her ankles. Her gaze shifted to a few lone beachcombers like herself before stopping to turn out and face the oncoming waves, her hands lifting to her hair, picking the heavy weight of it from her shoulders momentarily as she gazed out. Zak watched the 4x4 drive off the beach, calling out a few mock obscenities at the tail lights and was flipped off by the driver. Shaking the last of the beer around the bottom of the can, he moved back down onto the beach and towards the dying fire there. After draining the last from that can, he reached into the cooler and fished around amongst the melted ice water and discarded plastic until he found the penultimate cold can. Cracking it open as he dumped down in the sand, the neoprene of his wet shorts squelched. The last day of the vacation and eight hours of surfing had seemed like the perfect way to round it out. Long hair, tied loosely back in a samurai style stuck to his skin and framed the straight lines of his jaw against the sky beyond. Most would have said he was the archetypal beach bum type - early 20's, muscled, tanned, carefree and with a daredevil streak - and he wouldn't have denied the stereotyping; he lived for the fun and craziness that came with beach life. He'd spent the whole day on the beach. He'd been the first on his board in the morning and the last one to come reluctantly from the ocean. Summer was ending and that made these last few days all the more precious - another few days and he would be back in college with only dreams of days like this to keep him motivated until the next vacation. Weekends would be possible though; moving in with dad had actually had one pay off. And weekends meant girls. Lots of them. He knew he was reveling in his own sexuality and enjoyed watching the way the girls would crane for a look at him. Some people would have said he was vain ... those people would have been right. But for the most part, the endless casual sex with young girls who often spent the aftermath giggling wasn't fulfilling; it was all just too easy, and challenges were what he thrived on. That female sky diving instructor ... now there was a catch he had wished he could mount on his wall like a trophy. Stepping back a few paces so that the water wasn't lapping at her ankles anymore, Julia sank down into the soft sand and drew her knees up towards her chest. Slender arms wrapped around them as she rested her chin on their tops and just gazed out over the ocean. There was something so serene and comforting about this time of evening coupled with the gentle lapping of the waves that spoke to her and drew her back each summer for as long as she could before reality settled back in and she had to head back into the heart of Texas where the closest thing to a good beach was barely on the outskirts of the state. If she was going to take that long to travel to a beach, she might as well make it to one she loved. She stretched out as the sun's last rays kissed the top of the ocean, turning it into a myriad of colors. Her arms moved behind her to support her weight as one lean leg stretched, straightening out as her toes flexed leaving its twin still in its upright and bent position. The concave curve of her belly was more pronounced in this position as she tossed her head back and lifted her face to the sun one last time as her eyes closed, inhaling the ocean's scent. It was going to get dark on her quick and she wasn't really sure where she had laid her towel and things but at the moment she could care less. She just wanted to hold onto this one last moment for as long as she could. Laying back against the sand and staring up at the sky, Zak rested the beer can on his chest and let the cold ring of the base of it press against his pecs. As the sky started to swim its shades of color across his vision, he lifted up the beer can and poured from an arms length towards his mouth before gargling it slowly down his throat. Once the can had been drained, he discarded it thoughtfully back into the cooler before stretching his arms above his head. One kick flip later and he was back on his feet, swaggering his way over towards where his surf board still stood like a monolith in the sand. Resting up against it for a moment, he looked out over the waves; each one was an adventure waiting to be had and he realized it wasn't too late to catch one last ride. Opening her eyes, her gaze locked back out onto the water and it was if it was beckoning her out into its depths one last time. So with a push against her arms, and drawing her feet beneath her, Julia rose up like a visage of beauty from the sands' depths, stretching her arms above her head as she shook out auburn curls that had almost been bleached a soft strawberry blonde from her days in the sun, bright blue eyes shimmering with the relaxation that came from simply being her and moved out across the sands towards the water's edge once more. The waves seeming to lap at her skin, wrap around her limbs and draw her in deeper to their depths, her hands flowing through the soothing liquid like a caress as she moved out deeper into the water as it lapped and moved around her. Looking back at the makeshift camp that had been their home for the past three days, Zak recalled the rivalry and camaraderie that had been found on this beach. Between that and the endless parade of girls across his bed, it had been one hell of a good time; no responsibilities, no worries, no concerns ... nothing but good times. A glint of something on the beach caught his eye and he bent down to pick it up. Discarding the bottle cap with a sneer, he wondered just how many would have picked out that behind the ultra-cool casual laidback front, he was an archaeology student with a passion inspired by too deep a love of the Indiana Jones movies. Why just be a daredevil on the beach? But as yet, his research had all been in the classroom and on the internet with no real sign of excitement. The frustration of that was what snapped his hands to the sides of the board and, with his hair flailing behind him and his muscular legs pumping as fast as they could, both he and the board traveled down the sand at a rising pace, only for them both to dive forward as rider met board in perfect fluid harmony and he began to paddle his way out to the break. Letting her knees buckle, Julia dipped beneath the water's edge, letting it swallow her petite form and swam out deeper before coming up for air. Her long hair was plastered back to expose her forehead and slightly arched brows that rested above blue eyes that matched the beauty of the ocean's current. Treading water, she turned slightly in the water to catch movement nearby of a surfer heading out one last time and noted how close he was to where she was swimming and decided that she better swim further out in the opposite direction, unsure of where he was going to wind up. She suddenly realized that she had walked too far down the beach to be swimming in this area if there were surfers. Pushing the board through the surf, Zak worked his way through the break of the wave and turned around, paddling frantically to catch it up again. As the board started to tug away from under him as it met the wave, he pushed up into a crouch, held his position for several seconds and then took his footing, splaying his feet for balance that seemed all too casual to have been of much use. As he rode the first swell of the wave, the board danced under his bare feet and the wax gripped at his soles. He was at home here as he was on the beach. It was all his life and nothing mattered when he was here. Other people lived their lives in a scurry of worries and concerns, but for those moments when he was up here, he was free. The shoreline was crashing around ahead of him and he was watching it approach as the steady bob of the wave dipped going over some underwater obstruction. His knees flexed to take the bob in his stride and he looked up just in time to catch sight of what lay ahead. Julia's blue eyes widened as she realized that the way in which the wave was moving that the surfer was headed straight for her. She frantically tried to swim out of the way but it seemed as if the board was working on a honing mechanism and she found herself suddenly panicking as she realized that he was going to run right over her unless a miracle occurred in the next few seconds. Taking a deep breath before plunging beneath the wave, she hoped that she could swim deep enough for him to miss her before the board reached the spot where she suddenly disappeared from view. Realizing in the last instant just how close she was, Zak swore. Whether it was surprise or frustration was immaterial because he had less than half a second to make decisions and take actions. Kicking the board to the right, he leaned to the left, punching hard at the grip he had on the fiberglass. As he dove in towards the water, his momentum and a sharp kick from his powerful legs sent the board upwards in a spiraling arc that would, he hoped, carry it over to his left and clear out of their oncoming collision course. Hitting the water and immediately going under, he chided himself for not having strapped himself to the board but then congratulated himself for that same fact because that would made the tricky acrobatic display into a tricky acrobatic catastrophe. Just when Julia thought she might have gotten clear, it was if someone had taken a club and hit her right over the back of the head with it and as she felt the breath sucked out of her lungs, her last thought was of being carried away by Poseidon in some odd fantasy of the god of the ocean wrapping her in his embrace before her world faded into complete darkness. Curling back up through the surf, he snapped his gaze around, looking for the figure he had seen ahead of him. Groaning as he realized he must have hit her, he ducked under the water and started to look around as the board slowly swam away from him. Pushing downwards through the clear water, he swum around in frantic circles damn sure that it hadn't been a mirage or a mermaid. His hand bumped against something, definitely human and he turned to try and make out the shape. It turned out to be a very pleasing shape and he reached out to scoop her up into his arms. As the strong legs drove them back up through the surface of the water, he gasped for air. Taking a few moments to get the oxygen back into lungs, he turned her around and cradled the back of her head against his chest and cupped his hand under her arms, wrapping it across her full but barely covered chest and started to swim them both back to shore. As the sand drug up underneath his kicking feet, he shifted position and picked her up by the armpits, hurriedly dragging her onto the beach and laying her on her back. Watching the rocky rise and fall of her chest, he breathed a sigh of relief that she was alive if out cold and leant in close to apply mouth to mouth. Julia sputtered, her whole body quaking in an arch before she rolled some, coughing up some salt water before collapsing back on the sand with a groan, inhaling deeply for fresh air and suddenly winced, her hand coming up to gingerly touch where her hairline met her forehead as she blinked and gazed up. Fuzzily, she could make out a dark shape bent over her as she continued to draw in deep, grateful breaths. She was unable to make out the face but whoever it was had pulled her from the water, that much was clear ... as clear as the throbbing pain in her head as she groaned, feeling the sting as her fingers made contact with the gash and felt warm blood trickle on her fingers. "Wh-what happened?" she managed to stutter in a husky, low drawl. "Bad karma, serious bad karma ... ya'll right?" Zak replied, bending over her, looking to her eyes for signs of concussion even though he wasn't entirely sure what those signs were - but this is what they did on Baywatch. As he watched the awareness slowly return to her face, he took hold of her hand with his hand gently eased it away from the cut. His other hand came up and picked the hair free from the blood and let her know "You'll live, no brain damage" in a voice that seemed to have been rejected from every bad beach movie ever. He not only looked like the classic beach bum hippy, but talked like one too. "Lynchburg ..." he muttered the word like a curse as he looked back over his shoulder towards the water. Kicking out in annoyance with his foot, he sat himself in the sand next to her and stared into her eyes. Julia lay there for a moment, wincing as he gently moved the hair out from her cut and turned her head to gaze at him some, his shape starting to take form as the sun began to set and she made him out to be the guy on the surfboard as it all started to make more sense to her. She sighed, wincing as her eyes shut again "God, I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have been in the water this far up this beach" as her fingers gently touched the wound, feeling the blood start to slow as she lay there for a moment. Her breathing started to return to normal as she felt him watching as she lay beside him, clad only in the tiny suit that barely covered her generous curves. Shrugging, Zak bit down on his lower lip and ran his eyes over her face. "Gnarly stuff happens, you're alive, that's what matters." Distracted by the sea once more, he flicked his eyes back to the waves and then back to her, and that was when he first really saw her. The bikini was barely there, as if a token gesture to modesty. The body was born to be shown off in something that was barely-there and the face, as perplexed and dazed as it was looked, as if it had been carefully designed to make every surfer fall off of his board when she walked by. "Dude, you're getting woody over a chick you nearly killed ... wrong" he smacked himself mentally. As he reached out took her hand away from the wound, he told her "It'll stop. Water makes it look worse. Stop playing with it ... stay right here ... like you've got a choice. I'm gonna get a rag." With that, he pushed up to his feet and sprinted back towards the fire. Returning with the towel hung limply in his left hand, the first thing he saw was the outline of her full breasts rising and falling slowly. He crouched down and tucked the towel under the back of her head before using a corner of it to mop up the blood. Julia winced some, feeling him touch the towel to her head and then smiled gently up at him, noticing him really for the first time ... his muscular build and tan that was deepening at the sun set. She blinked some as she was able to focus on him a bit more, his ruggedly handsome face coming more into focus as her blue eyes gazed up into his face and then tried to push her way to more of a sitting position, feeling like some pampered pet that couldn't survive on her own but immediately regretted the movement as she teetered some and reached out, grabbing hold of him to steady herself as her body pressed up against his. "Whoa, maybe that was a bad idea" she said, her eyes closing. As Zak watched her slowly clear her head, he still felt creepy about the way he was feeling. Drag a woman out of the water unconscious; get horny ... it just felt so wrong. Settling down just off the side of her right shoulder, his knees folded underneath him, he let his eyes rest on the flat of her stomach and he felt his own breathing speed up briefly with the invigoration of her form. Easing her back down against the towel, he bent over her and looked straight into her eyes, his own green eyes searching out something but apparently not finding it. Leaning back away from her, he pulled the tie from his hair and let his shoulder length dirty-blonde hair fall free. "Surfs crazy round here, currents are just spastic ... I'm just glad you're alright." As he lay her back down on the towel, Julia's fingers lingered on his arms, feeling his muscles flex and her blue eyes were melded to his momentarily before he pulled away. Okay, this was nuts ... she suddenly had this image of running her fingers through his long hair before it tangled with hers as he bent over her in a kiss when probably the only thing on his mind was how she had inadvertently screwed up his ride on the wave. She released a pent up sigh as one leg bent at the knee and one arm drifted above the halo of her hair that spread out beneath her head. "I'm sorry about getting in your way out there," she softly replied. Turning slightly away from her and looking wistfully out over the sea, Zak sighed, his muscular chest rising and falling slowly. "Been cutting with that board all summer ..." He shrugged the statement off but he had the look in his eyes of a man who had just had to kiss a girlfriend goodbye for the final time. Bringing his gaze back to her, he realized he still felt guilty for the way his eyes made his way up her body from her barely covered crotch to her only-just-restrained breasts before settling on her face once more. His right hand slide over and its fingers drifted into her hair like water around seaweed before pulling it back from her face. "So what's a babe like you doing crashing waves on her own anyway?" Julia watched him look longingly out to the sea much like she did herself and she couldn't help but smile gently as she turned her head slightly to look up on him more fully. "Just enjoying my last few days of summer vacation," she said, her voice wistful as she gently pushed her way up to her elbows to glance out at the ocean. Her throbbing head began to wane as her still damp hair cascaded down her back to pool on the towel. "I guess I wandered too far down the beach," she added as her gaze shifted to the sun starting to settle beyond the horizon before she glanced back at her rescuer. Zak curled up his smile, displaying an array of white teeth that looked as if they had been airbrushed into his smile. Slowly, he slid his right hand back up into his hair and tied it back once more before glancing downwards at the display of cleavage on view right in front of him. "Surfer sections clearly marked" was all he said to her chest. His eyes tightened at the outsides and narrowed slightly as he leant closer still to her, some air of boyish shyness still remaining underneath the cocky yet laidback surfer, and brushed her hair away from her face. "Beautiful girl like you alone on the last days of vacation ... there's laws against that ... or there should be." The Last Days of Summer Julia couldn't help but blush, knowing she had wandered into surfer territory when she should have known better. She had been coming to this beach every year for as long as she could remember and as his last words washed over her, her blush deepened as she gazed up at him hovering so close that she felt her breath catch. He really had gorgeous green eyes ... surely there was a girl around here that kept him company on beautiful evenings such as this? But she managed a smile as she retorted quietly, "And what about the laws regarding sexy surfers being out alone on the beach at night?" as the sun slipped past the horizon and the sky began to fill with bright, twinkling stars. Zak's hair-free chest rose and fell with another laugh that he swallowed back down. Casual and relaxed about everything in life, his detached-from-your-reality air just seeped out from every movement but in particular the easy way that his hand trailed down from her hair and his fingertips brushed against the threadlike strap holding her bikini top in place. "Not alone ... you're here now." One green eye twinkled out of existence as he winked at her and the grin slide to just one side of his face and he turned so that he was three-quarters facing her. His left hand came up from around his side and he licked his thumb before dragging it through the last of the dried blood around her cut. That hand didn't stay still or draw back from her but instead did the most natural feeling thing in the world right now - it slipped into her hair and pulled her mouth slowly towards his. The smile that touched Julia's lips also moved into the gaze that followed his every movement, feeling her whole body stiffen as she watched him lick his thumb and then felt his hand on her before it moved into her hair and at the slightest suggestion, she found her back arching somewhat as her mouth lifted to his. Her left hand moved to slide to the back of his neck as their lips met and hers parted naturally beneath his. Her blue eyes meshed with his green ones momentarily before she lost herself in the kiss, lashes fluttering for just a moment as their kiss deepened and then they opened once more as if she couldn't get enough of looking into his face. In much the same way that waves melded back into the surf, Zak's mouth melded onto hers and his chest rose and fell with the first sensation. The soft pull of her hand told him she wasn't going to be backing away any time soon and his tongue followed that invite into her mouth. Craning towards her, he rolled his legs around underneath him so that he could face her and tip his head to one side, crossing her face to make the kiss flow. His eyes fell shut silently and he felt his right hand start to rub and toy on her shoulder, teasing at the cord holding her top in place. The strong fingers of his left hand gripped at her hair and held her fast to him as he became aware that the surf wasn't the only thing rising rapidly as the sun fell. Julia shifted so that she was more beneath him as their kiss deepened, and her fingers toyed with the cord that held his long hair back, wanting to feel it slip through her fingers. As she felt his hand rub and flex along her shoulder, fingering the ties that kept her top in place, her own fingers nimbly released the band in his hair which allowed it to fall freely around them like a curtain. She slid her fingers into it, feeling it drift over her palms like a sensual caress as her tongue slowly moved along his as if engaged in an intricate dance. Shaking his head lightly to flick the hair away from his face, Zak managed to do so without breaking the kiss. Part of him was telling him that this was crazy; he'd just saved her from drowning and now he was craning over her like this. It just felt ... wrong, but at the same time he couldn't deny the physical attraction at its most basic level. She was a goddess; there was no other word for her really. Her body was sculpted to perfection and she knew it too. As his hand wound its way up into her hair, he caressed the back of her head lightly as his tongue continued to play with hers. As intense as it was, there was something drawn back and playful about the kiss, as if it were an extreme form of flirtation on a most intimate level. When he finally opened his eyes again, he was staring straight into hers and he had to force himself to gulp down and swallow to relieve the strain from his mind at the realization that he was so hard right now the neoprene was painfully tight. As their tongues dueled, Julia's fingers wound into his long hair, relishing the feel of it against her skin; that way that she could hold on to him as he leaned over her. She longed to feel him full length against her despite the crazy notion that she didn't even know this guy's name, only that there was something basic and very erotic about being with him, this way, on the beach beneath the twinkle of the night stars and the rush of the ocean as it lapped against the sands that stretched out beneath them. As their eyes locked, she realized that her whole body was longing for him in a way that she hadn't felt with anyone else in a long time and her hands drifted from his hair along his shoulders, memorizing the path down his body before one lifted back up to gently brush his hair back from his face. Zak's right hand slyly slid its way down the strap until his hand was curled around the outside of her breast. Rubbing there gently in time with the movements of their tongues, he eventually moved the hand around until it was holding the front of her flesh and he could feel her nipple pushing up against his palm. The day had been an eventful one, with surfing, barbeques, beer, music and the parasailing stunt, but nothing compared to this moment right now. He could feel the still of the air around them as if their meeting had paused the world for a moment, not wanting to interrupt their introduction to each other. As he continued to explore her mouth, her hair, and her chest, he kept pressing his body forward, leaning until his hair and hers brushed over each other, hiding one side of their faces. Then, without so much as a nod, he drew his right hand across her boob and pushed the material of the small bikini top out of the way, letting him expose her to the air and the feel of his gentle hand. The lapping sounds of the ocean melted into a soft erotic love song that swept into Julia beneath the twinkling lights of the stars. They seemed like eyes of the gods that looked down upon the mating they had had a hand in creating, putting these two mortal souls in the same place at the same time with just enough touch of drama to put them in the confines of each other's arms. As their hair intertwined in an erotic weaving upon the sands, melding into one display of soft languid strands, so did their bodies ... tongues meshing before the intricate dance of their flesh that was to follow. A soft gasp of delight rushed from her lips into his mouth as her breast was exposed to the night air and his touch, her own hand traveling down the muscled plane of his backside. Cupped inside her reach, Zak returned the gesture by taking the weight of her full breast under his hand as his forefinger and thumb began to rub her nipple between them. Cautiously teasing the erect point even further, he brushed the underside with his other fingers. As his mind began to swim on the heady reality of this, he bobbed and floated inside with the same casual ease afforded him on a surfboard. That was how natural to him it was all feeling right now; much as he and the lamented board were one and the same, right now he and this woman were one being. Each beat of their hearts seemed to be the drummer on some Roman galley, urging them to move faster and harder towards their destination. Pulling his mouth free from hers, he began to kiss wantonly along her jaw, tipping her head back to facilitate his access before his mouth found its way to the side of her neck and started to vacuum on the delicate skin there. A soft gasp lifted to his ear as an incessant pull on Julia's hair tilted her head back, giving him access to the delicate line of her bared neck. Long lashes fluttered closed as her fingers splayed across the breadth of his back, seeming to urge him closer as her legs shifted to tangle with his; lost in all thoughts but those that he was strumming to life within her with the movement of his fingers and the brush of his mouth against her flesh. The fire that burned within her beneath his touch seemed to lick along her flesh much like that of the fire just beyond where they lay that devoured the dried wood that served as its fuel. Zak's breath was heating her skin now; kissing and sucking its way around her quivering flesh with a lazy desire to arouse her further. The hand on her breast was matching this pace, now rubbing and squeezing gently at the tissue of her chest. Arching forwards and pressing her back to the towel, he pivoted so that her body turned so as not to lose its skin touch on him. Finding the nape her neck, he began to alternate the kisses with fragile nips from his teeth, each action geared towards inflaming her passion even further. Whilst his left hand distracted the back of her head and kept it safe from the ground, he slithered around so that he was between her legs now, looming over her and then lowering down on top of her form so that she was sequestered beneath him. Julia's lips hungrily feasted on his as she felt him shift and move above her and then press his hard body against hers full length. Her hands moved from his muscled back to the curve of his hips, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of where his trunks hung to the shifting muscles of his hips that she could feel working above her as he settled into place. A moan of delight erupted into the warmth of his mouth as their tongues continued to interweave in an erotic dance between lovers. She could feel her breast swelling beneath his palm as he expertly worked her nipple between his shifting fingers. Penned by the reflection of the moon casting its ghostly white luminescence over surf, anyone who chanced upon this scene would have assumed the couple was acquainted intimately prior to this; so natural and in tune were their movements. Inside, however, each of them was merely carefully controlling the straining valve on a pressure cooker of emotion. Zak's right hand, somewhat reluctantly gave up its hold on her perfect swell and traveled around behind her, deft fingers adept at skimming wax across a board in perfect arcs making very hasty work of the easy bow that tied her top behind her and with one more quick motion, the material was merely hanging where it had once held firm. Sliding his hand under the material properly now, he began to shape and mold her chest to the shape of his curled hand much the same way as his tongue was molding hers. A bitten down whimper caught in his throat as he felt her hand brushing over the straining member tautly held inside the damp wetsuit and he wished that she would just free him of that resistance too. As she felt his hand loosen her top, freeing her breasts to his touch, Julia's fingers slid back up his back, trying to feel her way in the dark around a wetsuit that she really was unfamiliar with but finding a zipper, clasped onto it with her fingers as her lips clamped around his lower one, drawing it deep into her mouth as she dragged the opening to his wetsuit open, giving her the opportunity to curl her fingers into it and began to slowly but deliberately work it off his chiseled form, exposing his flesh to the night air and her hungered touch. As the back of her hand brushed against his shaven pubic region, Zak gasped and then moaned without a pause between the two. Slowly running his hand up over her mounds, he twisted slightly above her and gave her a better angle down onto him, considerate to place himself so she could work on his erection without too much pressure. Freed from the sticky rubberized material slightly, he pressed against her and hooked his right foot around her left ankle before moving them both outwards slightly, opening her legs so that his body could lower between them. Distracted by the feel of her fingers on his skin, he moved down her body once more leaving behind a trail of soft kisses as he traveled down from her neck, over and around the bikini top that he made a note to get rid of in a moment until his mouth was able to kiss down the swell of her right breast, moving between them and then over onto the left one which he chose to gift with the feel of his lips sucking down on her nipple as his tongue tickled over the tip of it. Julia arched upwards into the warmth of his mouth as it claimed her breast, a sharp gasp of both relief and desire as his lips claimed an aching bud. Her fingers tugged more of the rubberized suit downwards so that she could feel the heat of his body against her, unable to pull the rest of it down unless she broke their embrace, unwilling to do so just yet as one hand slid possessively back up his spine. Pressing him more into her as the other slid around between them, inching its way down his muscled groin, a soft moan was released to feel that he was as clean shaven and smooth as she was. Spurred further by the feel of her attempts to rid him of his shorts, Zak nipped at her taut nipple and let it go again. Moving across her form once more, he repeated the action before his right hand came up once more and started to tug the scant top off over her head, breaking their kiss only for the half-second the material needed to clear their mouths before retaking it with a new found heat, as if that minuscule parting had been a year long absence from a treasured lover. As he discarded her top once and for all off to the side of them, both of his toned arms slithered around her body and lifted her upwards slightly towards him allowing him to feel the crush of her chest against his. Shifting slightly once more so as not to constrict the hand searching down over his groin, he realized what she was trying, and failing, to do. He obliged her by returning her carefully to the towel and dropping his hand down to his hips to push the tight fitting second skin downwards past his buttocks. As the cool night air breathed across his rear, he could feel his erection against her skin. It was happening quickly but in the same moment, like a movie played in slow motion so that they could savor every moment together beneath the night sky and to the tune of the ocean's song. Julia wanted to cling to him and relish the feel of her soft breasts crushed to his hard chest but when she felt his erection finally brush against her thighs and covered crotch, it was worth the momentary separation of their bodies. With a soft moan of approval, she reached for him once more, needing to feel his length pressed against her, hungry to feed from his mouth again as she felt her body begin to throb with a relentless need beneath him. Hooking one leg over his, her foot helped to rid him completely of the second skin until he was able to kick free completely of the garment. Gyrating again to aid her tugging foot's attempt to remove the rubber from his hips, Zak shoved his right hand into the waist band of it and they worked together until his knees bent and shifted and he wormed his way out of the shorts. Now naked atop her, she could see the full extent of how seriously he took his body - not one ounce of fat dared insult his condition and not one blemish was brave enough to mar his perfect skin. Nudging her mouth upwards with his own, he showed his approval of her form by transferring his kiss to her bottom lip. Allowing his mouth to slide along her lower lip in a contortion of how their bodies were entwining and rubbing against each other, his hands slipped down to her hips and tugged at the loose knot on each side that held her barely-enough-to-allow-modesty bikini bottoms in place; at least, held them in place until he had disengaged the knots and slipped his hand down her stomach towards the front of them and then drew them slowly free, dragging the crotch of the material over her damp slit slowly before discarding them. The illuminating light of the moon and the many stars that burned brightly above them allowed Julia's gaze to travel down his form as well as she could trapped beneath him but even if she had been blind, she could have felt the beauty of his form beneath her hands and pressed so intimately against hers. His was hard and demanding ... hers soft and inviting as they meshed together as one. Her hands took on a volition of their own, memorizing the planes of his sculpted form as he suckled her lower lip, a tremble of anticipation snaking through her as she felt him tug the remaining garments of her suit from her body and a delicious sigh of approval slipped past her lips as her body arched up against his, her leg sliding up his until it hooked over the curve of his hip. The words would have been "I want you" but the flash of light across Zak's eyes said that and so much more. Some parts of his mind wondered if her mouth would feel as good around his cock as it did fastened to his lips but the majority of his mind was now preoccupied with getting his length inside this gorgeous creature and showing her that stars didn't only twinkle in the sky. Her action of locking her leg around him opened her thighs and her wet slit, almost inviting him inwards. Never one to miss an opportunity, his right hand returned up to the back of her head, fingers slipping through her hair with the same dexterity that his left hand slowly guided his erection towards the pouting lips of her vagina. He rubbed the circumcised head of his cock against her wetness and teased her with it before thrusting forwards in one motion, wanting to take her by surprise as his erection buried itself inside her as snuggly as his body had been held by the neoprene wetsuit. Pushing forward and rolling his hips up slightly, he kept arching forward until he was buried completely inside her. As he suddenly plunged into her wet depths, Julia's body arched beneath him, impaling her hungered cunt on his length even as her nails plunged into the taut flesh that stretched across his back. Her hips ground into his to ensure that he was completely within her as her walls clamped down around him and squeezed. Her head pressed back into the softness of the sand beneath the towel as her mouth fell open slightly at the intensity of their union, a low moan of approval released in a sudden burst of air before the very breath was sucked from her as he filled her, pressing against the soft cushy wall of her cervix. As Julia felt him begin to move within her, her eyes widened over the edge of his shoulder as she arched reflexively beneath him. It struck her both as romantic and oddly out of character that she would find herself lost in the arms of a man she didn't even know but she could feel both her body and heart responding to him. Momentarily lost in this moment with him as the sun's last rays faded from the night sky, the sound of crashing waves and the crackle of the fire beyond were lost in the moans that were beginning to lift from her lips. Zak found himself looking down at her with an intensity he usually only discovered riled up inside him when he hit the crest of a spiked out wave. Pushing as deep inside her as he could, the feel of the sand rasping across his scrotum, he gripped her body with his hands and held her in place. Moments like these - raw and exhilarating - were what he lived for and this was no exception. Her beauty was outdone only by her sensuality; as he locked eyes with her and she became his only focus he started to rock backwards and forwards into her, steadily letting her feel the full length of him inside her before teasingly drawing it back until it was nearly out before crashing it back into her depths once more. The Last Days of Summer She was lost in the intensity of his gaze as their eyes met and felt herself drowning in his charisma and raw sexual power much like she had been under the onslaught of the waves. But now she clung to him, arching with each long thrust as if her very life depended upon him. Her nails scored down the muscled planes of his shoulders and back, urging him to only move harder into her as her legs moved to wrap around his waist. Her cunt walls continued to draw him in deeper as he worked her hips further down into the soft granules of sand beneath them. Zak pushed back against the searing sensations of her nails cutting into his toned flesh, unable to escape her silent plea not to pull away and he lowered his body down against hers, leaving no part of their respective torsos out of contact, the full swell of her chest crushed against his as he slid his hands down her body. Cupping his hands around the curve of her rear, he lifted it slightly so that she was resting on his hands and his penetration could slip just that little bit deeper. Now able to easily fill her entirely, he rocked back and forth with a slow steady pace that mirrored his own easy going outlook on life. He didn't want this to be just another hasty beach fuck; he wanted her to remember this and every detail of it. Tipping his head back and feeling the damp strands of his own hair sticking to his face, he lowered his mouth down towards hers as he continued to gratify her lusts. Julia's eyes closed as Zak's hands moved beneath the swell of her ass, his cock head pushing into the back walls of her cervix as a deep moan reverberating into the recesses of his mouth. Her fingers slid back up his back to his long hair, relishing the feel of it sliding along her palms as she opened her eyes to gaze back up into his eyes as her hips moved in time with his. Her achingly tight nipples were being tortured exquisitely by the sprinkling of chest hair that rubbed sensually up against them with each rock of his hips, sending an electric bolt of need coursing down her body and ending in a spasmming clenching motion around his cock. She wanted to just hold on to him, and this moment, for as long as she could. As the ring that was pierced through his right nipple began to brush against her left one, he could feel every shiver from it running through his blood. Floating deeper into her kiss, he could only liken his tongue to a surfboard in the way it rode over the wave that was her tongue but never once lost its place atop it. Whilst his fingers clenched firmly into the flesh of her rear, his erection continued to pound away at her sodden slit. Time had always been something he hadn't cared for, happy just to let it pass him by as he pursued his journey of one thrill after the next, but right now he was happy to be still and with her, knowing that whatever trails she was going to lay in his mind now would be ones that would ride with him for a long time. Gently pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, he urged her to wrap her legs tightly around his waist and lock him inside her at the same time as pushed down between her legs to let her feel his weight completely inside her. Every part of her seemed to have a mind of its own, just responding to the need she felt welling up inside of her for this man that had first rescued her and then threatened to drown her once again in the tidal wave of lust that had consumed them. Her tongue moved in an intricate dance with his ... the fingers of one hand pushing back his hair from the handsome features of his face while her other perused every inch of his backside and thrusting hips. Her legs locked higher on his waist, trapping him within her, stilling as her cunt walls went to work; clenching and squeezing, milking him expertly with every clasp upon his thick girth, her cries of passion lost in the warmth of his mouth Rocking forward, he became aware of her fingertips brushing over his exposed rear and the embrace of her ankles locking behind the small of his back. Able to rock in place now without once withdrawing from her cunt, he continued with the slow steady pace, loving the way the inner wetness of her cunt suctioned his length back into her with each thrust. He nuzzled his head against the palm in his hair and looked her straight in the eyes from above their kiss. His left hand moved up her side, fingertips teasing their path up her toned body before making contact with her breast whereupon his hand cupped securely around it, cradling it and caressing it as his heated thrusts continued to break their way inside her pussy with an ever increasing desire. It was times like this that he felt the pay off for all those hours in the gym keeping his body in prime condition, because he knew he would be able to ride her longer than she could probably stand. Locking eyes with him, she felt her first orgasm beginning to build in a subtle tingling in her lower belly. The way that they were locked together, the shift and rub of his groin against her clit was driving her steadily towards that first release. Digging her nails into the curve of his ass, she arched and stiffened for a long moment, a low moan of approval rolling from her parted lips that had become disentangled with his for a moment as her orgasm washed over her much like the gentle waves crashing at the sand and lapping at their ankles. Finding himself pulled yet harder inside her as her cunt spasmmed around his erection, he grinned into their kiss and pulled back from it so that he could watch her face. Not once during the throes of her orgasm however, did he pause in his relentless pounding of her moist slit. He wanted to keep the sensations firing through her as long as he could so that she would not know where one orgasm ended and the next began. As he watched the fluttering emotions crossing her expression, he paused inside her - buried to the hilt - and let his breath catch in his throat at the feel of her wetness gripping and releasing against his engorged cock before resuming his hard thrusts, desiring to take her back to the peak of orgasm and never let her stop until she could take no more. Julia gasped for breath as he pulled his mouth from hers for a moment, arching up to bury him completely in her for a moment as her orgasm climaxed and then began to subside. A cry of surprise and lust escaped her lips as he began his demanding claim on her body once more, becoming more wanton beneath him. The shift and sting of the sands' grains were quickly forgotten in the scrape of her nails down his back again to grasp at his thrusting hips, her own dancing in an erotic partnering beneath his as her cunt walls milked his throbbing erection. She wanted this to last until she could feel the oozing warmth of his cum painting her inner walls and running out between their shifting hips. Zak pushed himself up her body, squashing her tits against his chest as he ran his kiss up over her top lip, up her nose and rested it against her forehead. With her body pulled upwards underneath him like this, he let his weight drive him down inside her, gravity and desire burying him into her now almost vertical snatch. Moving his hands down, he hooked his hands behind the backs of her knees and pushed her knees upwards towards her chest, further spreading her sex for his use. Driven by the desire to leave her a quaking sated wreck and empower by his superior endurance, he fired his cock down into her, impassive to the pleas her nails were writing on his shoulders as she clamored to draw his seed into her. Taking a note from the way he had learnt to surf, he kept it slow and steady not wanting to tip himself over just yet. The feel of the breeze on his back kept him cooled at least externally, but there was no chill in the way he was pounding her up towards yet another frenzied orgasm. Julia cried out, her body beginning to tremble and quake beneath his as he curled her upwards beneath him. His pistoning cock was driving her quickly towards yet another release and she began to scream in wanton desire and lust beneath him, her nails clawing at his muscled form as her cunt walls shuddered helplessly beneath his relentless onslaught on her body. Pressing her head back into the soft sands deeper, her neck exposed as full lips parted, she stiffened again beneath him before a shattering orgasm claimed her pliant body, small spasms causing her to tremble uncontrollably beneath him as she cried out in an unintelligible voice. Listening to the mangled cries coming from her body, he grinned as he pressed yet more kisses around her hairline. Again her orgasm did nothing to slow the rampant pulse of his perpetual motion pounding of her drenched pussy. His scrotum was starting to feel as if he had been dashed in the waves with how wet her juices had made it and the quiet slurp-slap of it banging against her rear was nearly in time with the breaking waves hitting the beach. One more, larger wave was set to burst inside her, but, ever the surfer, he wanted to stay on for as long as he could before giving in to the raging waves that were ripping around underneath him and trying to unseat him from his mount. She jerked beneath him, the sensations he continued to create in her beginning to become a painful yet pleasurable continuation of her orgasm. She couldn't stop shuddering, the spasms racking her petite frame beneath him as her cunt walls contracted around his girth that continued on its relentless mission to drive every thought except him from her mind and body. All she could do was hold on and ride through the pleasurable waves that continued to climax around her. Her nails pressed into his hard flesh as her body arched and writhed so beautifully beneath his. She had no rationale thought as to their joining; only that she wasn't sure she wanted to end ... only to spiral higher until there was nothing more left to give. As his body shook as her body shook, he wondered just how much of a thrill seeker she was inside. Was this a commonplace occurrence for her or was this something new and exciting? He wanted to leave her with a sensation of having experienced.....no other way to put it......the ride of her life. With that in mind, he pulled his lips from her forehead and moved his mouth down against her ear, whispering to her as he continued to ream her slit "so how much of a thrill seeker are you?" He didn't give her time to reply as he slowly drew his hips back and removed his glistening hard-on from her quivering cunt and edged it downwards slightly, touching the shining head of it against her darker rear opening. Julia moaned, feeling him withdraw and where she would have responded to his words, if she could have found her voice, her only reply was a gasp as his wet cock head grazed the puckered rosebud of her ass, wide eyes meeting his as she shuddered helplessly beneath him. Sure she had played around back there before, but that had been the extent of her discovery sessions. But with him, there was something that made her want to continue this pleasurable ride with him. Drawing in a shaky breath, she moaned softly before whispering back, "Do it." Pushing the tip of his cock through her tight opening, he felt it blossom around his skin and then clamp back down around it. As he rolled forwards slowly, filling her ass with his meat, he kept his eyes on her eyes at all times. Sinking down into her, he let his breath rise and then fall slowly from his chest at the sensations this backdoor act was evoking in his groin. The clammy warmth of her anus beckoned him in deeper and he filled her fully before his hands sought out hers. Finding them, their fingers locked at the same moment as their mouths - and then their tongues - found each other once more and as he started to fuck slowly in and out of her asshole, he became aware of her legs wrapping around his waist once more and tugging him back against her. She couldn't help but shudder and cry out beneath him as he slowly filled her with his length. She felt more full and stretched than she had ever imagined and it took her a moment to comprehend that it was a pleasure she had never obtained. But only when their fingers entwined along with their mouths and tongues, did she fully relax, her body molding perfectly to his as he took what he wanted and gave untold pleasure in return. Her nails bit into the knuckles of his hand as her legs traveled further up his waist and the small of his back, locking her ankles as he began to move inside of her. Still lubricated by the juices warm from her snatch, he worked his shaft in and out of her butt hole with a slow deliberate pace. As their bodies started to work once more in unison, pushing against each other and aiding his violation of her rear, their mouths became more feverish in their need for each other as tongues wrestled and sparred with each other. Feeding her new sensations with each forward motion, he closed his eyes as he began to revel in the experience of her ass; warm and pleasurable like diving back into the sea after having grown cold on the beach. Nudging her head with his as the kiss continued unbroken, he moaned into her mouth as the feelings warming up inside of him started to grow and he knew that, given this new rush sensation, it wouldn't be long before what was warming inside him would be warming inside her. Feeding off his mouth and the movements of his body like much needed oxygen, Julia's body began to move in synchronized harmony with his. With each roll of his hips and thrust of his cock up inside of her stretched rim, her clit was being rubbed and bruised against the ribbed abdominal muscles of his stomach. The coupled sensations were driving her headlong towards yet another release and her body ached to feel him join her in orgasmic bliss. With his pelvic area rubbing against her overly sensitive clit, he kept the slow pace going without pause. Each penetration was now sending fireworks into his loins and spurring him towards the eventual release. As their hands clung to each others like limpets desperate to stay on the rock during a storm, he felt the tension in his biceps and that in turn worked its way into his shoulders and then down his spine before finishing its journey between his legs....or rather between her legs as he felt the first quiver of his impending climax tear through his body. As the moment drew closer and nearer with each tight thrust, he felt her relaxation pass over into his body and his control slowly disappeared. Before he was even aware of it, he had bucked forward and shot his first wad of cum into her rectum, followed by a second, a pause, a shiver, a third and then all the breath leaving his lungs as he finally broke the kiss, laid his head alongside hers and collapsed into her embrace. She moaned uncontrollably into his mouth as she felt him thrust forward and stiffen, his cock seeming to explode into the depths of her bowels, sending her over the perpetual edge she had been clinging on to. Her body bucked and jerked beneath his as she came, her tight sphincter muscles clenching around his girth as he pumped thick ropes of cum into her, searing her flesh. Her fingers tightened on his, gasping for breath as his mouth pulled away and he collapsed on top of her. She could hear his labored breathing in her ear as she slowly pulled her fingers from his, trembling arms snaking their way around his muscled form as she simply held him to her, closing her eyes as her voice came out in a quivering whisper, "Oh god ..." Pulled even tighter to her by the surprisingly strong embrace of her arms, he let the rapture wash down his body and back up again as breath once more started to come back into his lungs and his eyes opened onto her beauty. Grinning in a manner that she would have had no hesitation in marking as characteristic of a stereotypical beach bum-surfer, he bent forward slowly and silenced her hungered breathing with a light kiss that barely touched her full lips before turning his head to the side and letting his body rest in earnest as he felt the last tremors of her orgasm shake the erection still buried in her bowels. After several moments that were accompanied by nothing but the sounds of crashing waves and racing heartbeats, He pushed himself upwards so that he could gaze down at her post-orgasmic beauty whilst remaining securely ensconced in her rear. If he wanted to speak, to have said something poignant to mark the moment, the words never came. Julia drew in a deep shaky breath as he pulled back from her and she gazed almost tenderly up at the apparition hovering over her. He was beautiful, in a god-like manner and she wondered, if only momentarily, the god Poseidon had been the one instead to rescue her from the hungered jaws of the sea and just took her on a visionary quest to his version of Mount Olympus on the beach. She reached up, her own words long gone as her fingers toyed in the loose strands of his hair hanging loose and then simply smiled up at him, its simplicity caught in the twinkle of her eyes. The cocksure grin faded to an easy smile as he wondered if he would ever find words to express what he was feeling right now. The first conglomeration of words that had formed in his mind had been to compare her to surfing, but somehow even he was able to cut that short knowing it wasn't quite right, so he was left without words. It seemed strange to him, however, that he had grown used to meeting girls, partying on the beach with them and then moving along to the next one without a second thought but now....lying as he was still firmly inside her.....he didn't want to draw back, he didn't want to go, he didn't want to continue on his merry way.......what he wanted, but found himself to shy and tongue tied to make the words happen, was to ask if he could see her again some time. Gazing up at his face, she could see something drifting across his eyes and it suddenly hit her that it was probably time for him to move on. Even if it were just a passing thing for him, something he was probably quite used to doing, maybe even as a nightly ritual on this very beach at this very spot, she knew that she would always hold on to this moment for what it meant to her. She wanted to speak and put the murmurings of her heart into words but she was afraid ... afraid of what he wouldn't say in return. So she simply slid her fingers from his hair, her gaze locked on his for a moment longer before closing her eyes and released the held breath that she had been holding as she silently told her heart to shut up and just enjoy what had happened but her fingers betrayed her as they tenderly, almost lovingly slide down the length of his body, trembling slightly before they pulled from his body with a soft sigh. Sliding free of her anus with a sigh that matched her own in timing and intensity, he swallowed as if nervous before casting his eyes off to the side and letting his vision unfocus for a few moments. Right now he would have given anything to know what was racing around her mind; did she consider him another quick easy score, was he just another notch on her scoreboard, or had this meant something to her as well. It seemed strange that he couldn't just fall into the easy surfer chatter that so often emanated from him, but right now he realized that whatever he said next would define the moment for both of them, and possibly make the decision for her as to whether she would contemplate seeing him again. With the self-assured surfer gone and now just the boy who loved the beach remaining, he chewed on his lower lip nervously for a moment before uttering the only words he could, the only ones that would tumble carelessly from his lips. "I lost my board, but think I just found the woman I want to marry one day." Her eyes opened upon hearing his words and for a moment she wanted to ask him to repeat it. Was she hearing things or did he just make a comment that matched pretty much what she was feeling at the moment? And if so, was he joking? Oh yeah, that would be real smooth ... let's ask him outright if he's being a jerk. The Last Days of Summer Julia felt like time had frozen for a long moment as she gazed up at him but when he turned his head, as if to gauge her reaction, she could see that he wasn't playing with her. It was written in the open expression on both his face and in his eyes. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him down for another kiss and just before her lips met his, she whispered in a soft husky voice, "So ... can I find you here on a nightly basis or is there another place that we could continue this?" The smile that lifted the corners of his mouth, and even brought a glow to his cheeks, was purely down to her. Not her words, not her perfect figure, her beautiful face - just her; all of her. Knowing that, like the first time he had ever surfed these waters, he was likely to get out of his depth far too quickly if he didn't pay attention, he allowed himself a brief grin as he remembered exactly what he had done that time - gone in way over his head. Reassured by the way her body felt in his arms and the feel of her breath on his skin, he smiled as he kissed her and simply replied "why don't you ask me in the morning......my place isn't far from here."