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The Night Before

By: SyberPet



Remember our first meeting? After months of chatting and e-mailing each other you decided to visit England for your vacation and I arranged to meet up with you in London. We both realised our meeting would be simply 'as friend's with no strings or complications as you knew that I was married to Helen

I guess we were both nervous and apprehensive but after a couple of drinks we were soon laughing and joking as if we had known each other for ages. We had so much in common...interests, likes / dislikes, I guess even after 30 minutes of each others company we both knew we would soon be enjoying each others bodies! it seemed so natural, so inevitable.

The thing that struck me about you was your pleasant, down to earth nature...nothing false...I seem to remember you once telling me - 'What you see is what you get' After a couple of drinks we had dinner, then spent the next hour talking and dancing. During a slow dance we held each other closely, I could feel your tits pushing into my chest and you must have felt my hard prick grinding against you. Your head was on my shoulder and I whispered into your ear that I wanted you...I asked if you felt the same way, you smiled and told me that you had thought about nothing else since our meeting had been arranged. It was then we shared our first passionate kiss, we were in a secluded corner and I couldn't resist the temptation of cupping one of your tits in my hand, I could feel your hard nipple through the material of your bra and dress, I gently squeezed your nipple making you groan as we kissed.

We couldn't get up to your room quick enough, in the elevator we again kissed each other deeply and passionately.

Entering your room you told me you wanted to freshen up and asked me to fix us drinks from the mini bar. I tuned the radio to a station playing soft, background music fixed the drinks and sat, waiting for you.

It seemed like an eternity till you came back to me but when you did...wow! I suppose you knew in your mind that we would...well, make love and had left this outfit in the bathroom. "Well Chris...I bought this especially for you...do you like it?" you asked. You looked stunning...so sexy! The flimsy white robe was totally see through, underneath you wore a half cup white bra, your nipples were totally exposed, white stockings and suspenders and a tiny pair of white panties. 

"I remember in one of your stories the girl was dressed this way and you've often said in your e-mails that you loved to see women wearing see through clothes Chris" I was speechless, mesmerised by the way you looked. "Adriana...you look fantastic" I told you, walking to you, taking you in my arms and kissing you, feeling the sheer fabric slide over your body as I slid my hands around you. 

Then you said to me, "Chris...what I told you before...about me being a virgin, about me being a bit shy around guys...it's all true Chris, and I guess I'm being silly but, well....I'm not sure what I should do, I mean...I feel awkward" I held you tight as I said "Adriana, there are no rules, there's no right or wrong things to do...just do whatever you feel comfortable with, try anything you like, if there is something you don't like tell me or if there is something special that turns you on I want to know...ok?" 

As we kissed you began unbuttoning my shirt and it wasn't long before I was naked, my prick stood out hard as you took it in your hand. I slipped your robe off your shoulders and it dropped to the floor, your tits looked great and I lowered my head and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, soon it grew hard and I squeezed and played with it as it poked out over your lacy bra. I kissed my way downwards over your stomach till I reached the top of your panties, kneeling in front of you I hooked my fingers into the waistband and as I eased them down I continued kissing and licking your soft skin. 

I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered you had shaved your pussy, I looked up smiling as you told me you had shaved it especially for me as it was another thing I had previously mentioned I loved to see. Your pussy looked so young, so inviting, I licked up over your pussy lips, every now and then darting my tongue into your very wet cunt. You lifted one leg up on to a chair allowing me lick and finger your now open cunt, it was very tight but so juicy my fingers slid in easily. You moaned and groaned loudly as my fingers slid in. "Please Chris...take me to bed, I need you...I want you to fuck me!" you told me. I stood and kissed you, taking your hand we went over to the bed and fell on it. As we kissed and I played with your tits you started to wank my prick. 

"Your dick feels so hard Chris, You lie back...it's my turn now, I want to suck on it" you told me. I watched as you kissed your way down to my prick, I watched as you started to lick and kiss along the shaft, I noticed pre cum beginning to ooze out and it looked great as I saw you use the tip of your tongue to slowly lick it off...taking it into your mouth and discover the taste of it. Then slowly you took the tip of my prick into your mouth and gently sucked on it, then a bit deeper, deeper until eventually you had just about the whole of my prick inside your mouth. 

I watched as your head bobbed up and down...once or twice getting a bit carried away and choked and spluttered as it hit the back of your throat. After a few minutes I felt my prick twitch and start to throb and knew I was about to cum, I told you and expected you to stop sucking and use you hand to finish me off but you just looked me in the eyes, smiled and continued using your mouth and tongue. My hips lunged upwards as spurt after spurt of spunk shot out, you choked and gagged a bit but surprisingly after your initial surprise you continued to suck on my prick. I held your head in my hands as I fucked your willing mouth, bucking my hips with every spurt of my hot, sticky cum.

Eventually my prick started to soften and I pulled you up and kissed you deeply, tasting my cum on your lips. We cuddled and played around, touching and exploring each others bodies, taking time to give pleasure to each other, your cunt was very wet and ready for fucking. My prick had by now hardened again, I knew that this time I would last longer and I wanted to fuck you in as many positions as I could, I wanted you to remember your first fuck for the rest of your life and I was determined to make it as pleasurable for you as I possibly could. 

I positioned myself between your wide open legs and rubbed my prick over and around your juicy pussy lips, then slowly I entered you. You moaned loudly as I pushed my prick into your virgin, tight cunt and when I was deep inside you, you gripped your legs around my waist. "Oh Fuck me good Chris!" you cried out. I took it slow to start with, your cunt was very tight and I could feel it gripping my prick as I slid in and out. I leaned forward and sucked on your tits as I picked up speed and started to fuck you deeper and deeper...harder and harder.

After a few minutes I had you turn over and get into the 'doggie' position, this time my prick slid in easily, the juices were literally running from your cunt, I squeezed your tits as they swung beneath you, pulling on your nipples. By now you were moaning with every lunge I made, I could now fuck you as hard as I wanted, as deep as I could manage...and I did! We tried several different positions but the 'doggie' position seemed to be the best. 

We got ourselves into a '69' position and as I lapped at your juicy cunt you took my prick deep into your mouth and sucked hard. Again I knew I would soon be ready to explode so I swiveled around and as you pulled your legs up to your chest I slid my prick back into your hot, wet cunt and fucked you as deep and as hard as I could, you screamed out and your body shook as your orgasm hit you, Fuck! I wanted to cum inside you but at that time didn't know if you were on the pill...I forgot to ask so I pulled out as stream after stream of hot spunk shot out over your stomach and tits. I straddled you and using my throbbing, still oozing prick I rubbed my cum into your tits and nipples.

We lay next to each other, cuddling and kissing until we both fell asleep...exhausted.

I remember waking a few hours later cuddled into your back, you seemed sound asleep but my prick was hard and as I eased it into your cunt you gave out a deep moan, I put my arm around you and fell back asleep with my prick buried inside you.

Unfortunately when I awoke It had softened and slipped out, you stirred, turned to me and kissed me. You told me that last night had been the best time of your life and that you would never forget what we had shared. We showered...together!. The cubicle was not that big but didn't stop you from kneeling in front of me and sucking on my prick. We soaped each other until both of us got so turned on we had to get out and I fucked you on the bathroom floor. This time you asked me to come inside your cunt, it felt great filling your cunt with my hot cum!

We spent the day sight seeing around London, we visited some sex shops in Soho and I bought you a huge rubbery dildo - "Use it when you get home and think of me" I joked - Christ! A horse wouldn't have a dick that big!. Unfortunately it was time for me to leave you, I had to return to Plymouth but before I did we went back to your hotel room and fucked again. I kissed you farewell, I made you promise me that when you got home you would have some fun...you'd get yourself a guy or two and get as much sex as you could...live life to the full. I told you that I would try to visit you some time....unless you found someone you loved too much to mess around with me. 

Love,
Chris

The Night Before



The mall was uncustomarily busy today and walk in traffic at my gift shoppe was unusually heavy that I smiled as I tallied the daily sales on the cash registers receipt in my computer. Yes, today was good but the day's work was taking a toll on my feet and my lower extremities that I slowly stroked my upper and lower thighs to ease the aching dullness. I closed up shop soon after and walked to the parking garage wishing for a warm bath to end a good day.

Upon reaching my home I noticed it all dark and thought my son John must still be out. Hmmmmm

I wondered where he could be at this time of the night. I closed the garage door and got inside the house feeling exhausted and weary and wanting that bath which I direly needed.

Goodness gracious what I would do to have some wild sex tonight just so I can fall asleep immediately. As I proceeded to my room, I thought sleep was always easy when I was completely exhausted and nothing else could exhaust me so pleasurably and so thoroughly as having an orgasm.

Ever since John had started living with me after having that serious argument with his Dad in Houston, my sex life was dampened. I couldn't for the life of me flaunt my indecent need in front of my dear son who had grown up to be a truly magnificent young boy. He was doing weights in their school gym and had developed into quite an attractive young man. Mmmmmmmm I wonder if he already has a girlfriend. 

I took off all my clothes and underwear and slowly proceeded to the bathroom. I started running the bath and soon as it was done I slowly slipped into the warm waters enjoying the warmth enveloping my aching body. After I was done I got up and wiped myself dry. Sitting on the dresser I started putting some Olay lotion on my arms, my thighs and my breasts. After picking up a huge oversized t-shirt and putting it on, I sneaked into my bed and laid down.

The soft feel of the covers of my bed upon my smooth skin and the looseness of my shirt upon my body made me feel sensuous and excited as I began to feel my breasts under the shirt, feeling my nipples growing harder as I gently rubbed them. Yes...the hair on my skin stood on end as I ran both my hands on my upper body feeling the need to come in the slowly growing moisture between my warm thighs. I slowly brought my right hand down between my thighs and felt the moisture gush forth as my finger found the pearl of my pussy.

Ohhhh yessss...I hissed as I raised my hips up and down to grind myself on the increasing pressure of my finger while my left hand began to rub my breasts more urgently. I heard a moan escape from my lips as my head fell to my left side. My shirt had gone up to my neck now and my whole nakedness was open to the urgency of my need to touch my breasts and my pearl, my body now slowly quivering with every thrust of my finger between my thighs and the sound of small animal like sounds emanating from my throat.

As I slowly opened my eyes I caught my breath on my throat as I saw my son John looking at me while I was shaking and quivering almost at the point of release...I gasped as I saw his right hand slowly stroking himself and that's when I realized my son was jerking off while watching me...me...his Mom...and as I looked straight into his eyes, I went over the edge and came so much...calling out his name as I did...

"Oh John..."

My hips started to spasm as my finger pushed itself roughly in and out of my pussy and my whole body began to quiver wildly as another orgasm started....as I called out my sons name again...

"Oh John..."

He came rushing inside my room and knelt between my outstretched thighs looking down on me as I removed my right hand from myself uncovering my naked pussy to his gaze. I took hold of his rock hard penis and slowly rubbed it up and down the lips of my pussy at the same time whispering his name repeatedly.

"John...John...oh John..."

Then I felt him gently push himself inside me hesitantly at first as I slowly said to him...

"Yes...yes John...yes...that's it...its alright Baby...its okay...yes...more...some more.." until I felt him enter my body completely.

We looked at each other, my breath rapid and irregular, our bodies joined, the weight of his heavy body pushing on top of me... then I slowly started to move my hips up and down...and as I closed my eyes, my face falling to the side, I felt him start to move...in and out...until we were moving in unison...strong urgent thrusts and my body responding by meeting his every thrust... the animal sound of my voice now a monotone as I felt my orgasm start from deep within my cervix rushing out into the open as I screamed out his name as I came again and again.

John didn't stop his pleasurable assault on my body as he continued to move in and out of my pussy driving his penis relentlessly, his voice unintelligible, his breathing forced and his grunting, animal like, and listening to all this and the intense pleasure between my thighs, which have gone around his back drawing him tighter to me as he moved...I came again...drawing my body tighter to his and screaming...

"John...don't stop...more...faster...deeper...

harder...yes...oh yes Baby...John...yessssss"

I sensed him give a final push inside me and felt his hot scalding seed enter my body giving me yet another orgasm as he shouted...

"Mom...I'm coming..."

"Yes Baby...come inside me...yes...oh my god yes...." I breathlessly replied as he continued to move in and out of my pussy...until he fell heavily on top of me with a long sigh as I gripped him tightly and likewise fell heavily on my bed.

We stayed joined as we laid like that. I felt totally exhausted and drained...and soon closed my eyes to the bliss of sleep while he still laid on top of me.

After a long while, I felt this movement between my thighs again and opened my eyes and saw him staring intently at me....his penis moving in and out of me again with a gentleness I was enjoying immensely...as I closed my eyes and surrendered and got lost to the pleasure my son, my baby, my new lover was giving me.

That was three years ago...



The Night Before



It was the evening before my wedding. The next morning I was going to marry the only girl who had ever made me want to settle down and I knew I should have been ecstatic but I couldn't hep feeling a teensy bit like this was the end of the world. 

Its not like I haven't had a full life. I have had my share of girls - some more serious than others - and my fair share of those who I was not serious about at all - but there is a certain inevitability about monogamy that had me breaking into a cold sweat. Don't get me wrong, I am no saint. But regardless of how I may have lived my life before this moment, I knew that the moment I said those words before the justice of peace, I would be the most faithful husband on the planet.

And it was probably that very truth that had me in a blue funk.

The boys had organized a bachelors party for me. Unfortunately, someone screwed up and instead of the strippers and all night party they all thought I was getting, we ended up at our favorite bar. I wasn't complaining. Frankly, tonight I was not in the mood for strange women, no matter how naked they were. 

There were about 12 of us guys at a table at the corner and as could be expected, I was the focus of all the attention. I was plied with drinks of all sorts, cocktails, shooters, interminable rounds of drinks of dubious origin. In an hour, I was seriously buzzed.

Around about halfway through the evening I realized that one of the guys at the table was actually a girl. Michelle was one of my closest friends and even in my inebriated state, there was no mistaking the full throaty laugh right next to me. I turned and squinted. It was her alright, in a sleeveless see-through top and jeans sitting amongst a bunch of half drunk guys like she was one of them. 

Let me explain Michelle. We had been friends through half a dozen relationships. A regular Harry met Sally - just without the happy ending. She was sexy and funny and intelligent but for all sorts of reasons we never had any chemistry of any sort. Its not that I haven't considered the possibilities - there were times between relationships when she came over and we talked late into the night about stuff. Nights when it got too late for her to go back to her apartment and when she just pulled on one of my old shirts and, instead of making her sleep on the couch, I asked her to share the bed with me. There were times when I thought she wanted to take things a little further - like the one time she just stripped off to her bra and panties - complaining about the heat and then promptly snuggled into me before going to sleep. But despite all the opportunities we had, nothing ever happened. I am sure we both thought about it at different times, but neither of us acted on it.

So here she was, the only girl allowed entry into this stag party, a real gal who was almost one of the guys. She sensed me staring at her and turned and gave me her trademark smile - a curl of the lips and a warmth that rose straight to her eyes. 

"So" she said, "all nervous about tomorrow?"

Trust her to sense my mood. She had this uncanny way of seeing through my facade.

I was about to answer her when the next round of tequila shots arrived and everyone made a big production about how I had to lead the table. 

"Make him do body shots" a voice next to me said, to loud hoots from the rest of the guys. I stared at Michelle. She shrugged, her shoulders. She was the only gal and it was up to her to do the honors.

She picked up the lime and rubbed it on the skin of her neck and poured salt over it. She then stuck the lime between her lips and winked at me. The guys started chanting and hooting. I was not sure where this was all headed but it looked as if Michelle was game. I picked up my shot glass, licked the base of her neck to get to the salt then downed the tequila and sucked the lime between her lips. The lime was sour and dulled the bite of the tequila but what jolted me nearly out of my stupor was the touch of her warm moist lips against mine. I lingered for a little longer than was really necessary, feeling her lips gently press against mine, wondering why I never tried to do this before.

I eventually had to pull away as my pals pounded my back and ordered for more drinks. The evening wore on. They had me dress in a skirt with a blonde wig and dance on the table wearing a white bra that they stuffed with napkins. I understand there was more of the same but somewhere around then the evening began to get hazy. 

The next thing I remember, we were all headed to a friends place to continue the party. We all squeezed into two cars and for some reason, Michelle ended up sitting on my lap. This was not the first time she had sat in that position, but either the alcohol in my blood or the strangely erotic body shot we shared went straight to my groin and suddenly stiffened my cock. I know she noticed because she suddenly went still and then after a moment perceptibly leaned into me. She didn't turn back but in the darkness I felt her hand reach for mine and squeeze it gently.

I should have stopped it then and there. I was about to be married the next day and Michelle was my best friend. Whatever I did, regardless of who found out or did not, this was going to end up hurting either my wife to be or my best friend. I should have got out of the car and caught a cab home while, I could still remember what I was doing - but I didn't.

We got to my friends place. I was terribly unsteady on my feet and Michelle had to support me as I got out of the car. She pulled my arm over her shoulder and wrapped her arm around my waist as we staggered into the apartment. It was cold at night and even though the street was dark, I could see through her gauzy white top in the moonlight. She was wearing a pale blue bra that completely covered her small firm breasts. I could smell her perfume through the haze of alcohol and for a moment I staggered.

"Whoa" she said, "Maybe we should just wait outside for a while till the fresh air clears your head."

I nodded weakly, in no state of mind to argue. I leaned against the wall of the apartment and looked at her, drinking in her short blonde hair, cropped like Meg Ryan, her slim torso, vaguely visible through the transparent material of her top, and her long slender, denim encased legs that I had seen naked so many times before, but never once had wanted to touch with such fervor as I did right now.

"Do you know I am getting married tomorrow?" I asked, rather obviously.

"Yes" she answered simply. I thought I could hear a tinge of wistfulness in her voice.

"Everything changes after tomorrow" I said, not really knowing what I meant. 

"I know." she said and then without warning reached in and kissed me on the lips. 

We had never kissed on the lips before, but the moment our lips touched it was as if some enormous dam of pent up emotions cam tumbling down. I reached for her head like a drowning man clutching a life raft and pulled her head down towards mine, locking my lips to hers with a passion that must have left a bruise. We kissed for what seemed like hours, trailing wet lips over each others face, neck, ears, as if we were both trying to memorize each others faces in a completely different way. 

We suddenly broke away, both realizing that we did not get here alone and that the other guys were probably just ahead of us. I was in no shape to go check so Michelle quickly ran ahead and told the gang that I was quite wasted and needed the fresh air and that we would join them in a bit. Either she was totally convincing or they were all too drunk to care, but in a few minutes, she was back, all alone wearing a wicked grin.

"So where were we?" she asked running her tongue lazily over her lower lip.

I looked around for someplace a little more secluded and nodded my head towards the garage behind the apartment. We quickly headed to the dark spaces behind the cars and even before we quite got there we fell upon each other like animals.

I caught her face in my hands and sucked her mouth furiously, letting out, what I only then realized was the pent up emotions of the last 10 years. She responded in kind, running her hands through my hair and forcing her tongue deep into my mouth with an almost violent passion.

I dropped my hands and raised her top up to her armpits, seeing for myself what she had half hidden all evening. Her bra was a bright blue and covered her small firm breasts completely. I lowered my head and kissed her between her breasts, gently licking the slopes of her breast as I felt her arch her head and let out an involuntary sigh. I moved my right hand to her bra, pushing it up and over her breast till her long hard nipple was exposed. I moved over till her nipple was between my lips and tugged at it gently, running my tongue all over her areola till she moaned and arched her back, pressing her breast further against my mouth. My hands were all over her torso, feeling the muscles on her back as they arched and flexed with my ministrations, feeling the taut firmness of her stomach and the outline of her ribcage below her breasts. 

She suddenly reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pulling it off in one swift motion. Her breasts stood proud, small firm and tipped with long eraser hard nipples. She dropped her top so that her naked breasts were covered by the fabric yet achingly visible through the transparent fabric. She then sank to her knees in front of me and began to unbuckle my belt.

My cock was hard as rock by now. The moment she unbuttoned my jeans it popped out, making an ungainly tent of my underwear. I looked down at her as she stared at the bulge and couldn't help noticing how erotic this whole scene was. There was I with my jeans on the floor, my cock threatening to poke a hole in my Jockeys and a gorgeous girl in a completely transparent top, kneeling before it like a devotee before a deity. 

I reached for the waistband of my underwear and pushed it down to join my trousers. My hard cock stood up strong and completely at right angles to my body aimed straight at her eye. She seemed transfixed, unable to move.

I reached down for her head and gently guided her towards my cock. She looked up at me, her eyes stricken with self doubt for a moment, doubtless thinking that I was going to be married to another woman tomorrow, and wondering whether she should go through with this. But then I saw the twinkle in her eye and the slow curling smile as she opened her mouth and enveloped my cock in the warm wet suction of her tongue.

The moment I felt her mouth on my cock I could not help but moan. She was very good, working my cock with skill and sensitivity, careful to ensure that she didn't ever scrape my skin with her teeth yet keeping up a firm suction that had me shuddering in no time whatsoever. I think she must have sensed it because she suddenly pulled me out and grinned wickedly.

"Are you sure that is how you want to end it" she asked softly, her voice no more than a murmur in the silence of the night.

I shook my head mutely, realizing that my friend of so many years had just agreed to be the last girl I fucked before I jumped into a life of self imposed monogamy. 

She stood up in front of me. The moonlight through a high window in the garage lit her up like a spotlight. Her small round breasts were stuck to her sweaty skin. Her nipples poked through the fabric like they had a life of their own. 

She kept here eyes on my as she slowly unbuckled her belt and then unzipped her jeans. She never broke her gaze even once as she bent down slowly, pushing them over her hips and down to the floor. She stepped out of her jeans and then slowly walked away from me to one of the cars parked in the corner. She looked over her shoulder at me as she walked away knowing that I was staring at her round ass, encased in her black lace panties that clenched and unclenched with each step she took. She stopped once she reached the car and then, after one last lingering look at me, draped herself over the hood, legs parted and arms over her head, vulnerable and completely open, symbolically offering her body up to me unconditionally.

I walked across to her, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the floor. One part of me wanted to rush across to her and pound into her, the other, surprisingly calm part slowed down my walk, building the anticipation and soaking in the image of this slim beautiful girl lying on her back, almost in supplication, giving up her body to me to do as I will. 

I reached her and stood over her. She looked up at me and then slowly pulled her top off so that she was completely naked except for her black lace panties. I gently ran my fingers over her panties, softly grazing the mound covered by the lace. I ran my fingers up her body, feeling her breasts fill my palms as I cupped them, her hard nipples, scratching my skin as I teased them. I ran my hands down the side of her breasts and up the side of her torso to her soft smooth armpits. I gently caressed her chin and her ears.

She writhed slowly on the bonnet of the car, her hands reaching above her head to the windscreen. I reached for the waistband of her panties, pulling it down with one hand. She eagerly raised her hips, helping me slip her last remaining garment off her body leaving her naked on the car. 

I ran my eyes down her body and gasped. I know she had been contemplating a Brazilian, but I never thought she would get it done. 

She smiled when she saw the sudden lust in my eyes, "I had it done this afternoon. Do you like it?"

I nodded speechless. 

"Think of it as a wedding present" she breathed, running her hands down her own body and between her legs as she spread her legs wide, inviting.

My cock was harder than it had ever been. I reached for her hands and prized them away from her smooth hairless cunt, dipping a finger in between the folds of flesh. She was wet and glistening and completely ready for me. I rubbed some of her fluids on my cock and then positioned myself to enter into her.

"Michelle..." I said, almost as if I was giving her one last chance to tell me to stop.

"I want you inside me" she said, almost as if she sensed my doubt.

I thrust firmly into her. She gasped as she felt my long hard muscle, force its way into her body. A couple of thrusts and I was deep inside her warm moist cunt, feeling her sweaty body against my own. 

"Fuck me" she said in almost a whisper.

I began to thrust, rhythmically. She responded, raising her body to meet mine, in time with my thrusts, harder and faster, feeling the friction between our bodies pushing both of us towards an orgasm. She reached behind me and grasped my back, digging her fingers into my skin. She raised her knees till they were almost under her armpits, allowing me complete and unhindered access into her body. I raised myself up so that I could thrust deeper and faster. She began to moan loudly, shaking her head from side to side, beads of sweat appearing on her hairline and above her lips. I could feel my orgasm building but I willed myself to keep it down, not wanting this moment to end.


She called out my name, arching her back and convulsing her vagina muscles as she allowed her orgasm to cascade over her body, shuddering as her entire body responded. The convulsive contractions of her vagina were too much for me to bear and in a rush my orgasm crashed all around me spurting semen deep inside her cunt again and again in an almost never ending fountain.

I collapsed on her breasts breathing heavily like a long distance runner.

"If only we had done this sooner ..." I whispered, the regret heavy in my voice.

The moment the words came out of my mouth, I know that it touched a chord in her. A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye as she realized that after what we had done today, things would never be the same. She smiled weakly and kissed my hands. I gently brushed her hair and kissed her on her lips. She clung to me, almost in desperation, one last time.

Then she got up. Put on her clothes and without saying another word, walked away from me.

The next day I got married. Michelle was there for the wedding and after that for the reception, but we never spoke. When I came back from my honeymoon, my friends told me she suddenly left town and no-one knew where she was.

I never saw her again. 



The Night Before



"Thank you, sir, for granting this interview," began the ass kissing young reporter. "Since you're retiring as CEO of one of the area's largest employers, our paper wants to feature you in a article in the Sunday edition."

"I understand that. I'm just afraid that there isn't much to interest your readers," I responded. "We are successful because we make a superior product at a competitive price. I really don't think that's a corporate secret. Most successful companies follow that formula."

"What I was looking for was a human interest angle, sir," replied the kid. "I want to know things like how long it took you to rise to the top of the company. Were you ever discouraged? How long have you worked at Norris Enterprises? Did you start at the bottom and work your way up the ladder? Was there any turning point in your career that you can point to as the day you knew you would assume leadership of the company, or was it a gradual thing?" quizzed the whiz kid.

"You're serious aren't you? I guess you're too young to remember the business climate in 2009. It was a very difficult period, as you may have read in some history books. You probably think dinosaurs walked the planet ten years ago," I mused. "You'll learn that time tends to slip away. Actually, I vividly remember the day I realized I was destined for success with this company, like it was yesterday and not ten years ago.

"The story isn't going to be what you might be expecting, so just sit back and I'll try to reconstruct events as I remember them. You have a few minutes, don't you?" I asked as I leaned back in my chair and thought about that spring day so long ago.

The ringing of my cell phone woke me. By the time I found where I had dropped my pants on the floor the previous evening, the ringing had stopped. A quick glance at my cell told me that I had missed seven calls! I had gone to sleep after Leno's monologue. The clock on the nightstand showed it was just a few minutes after six AM. Something had to be up to get so many calls between midnight and six!

The last call had come from my boss' home phone. I punched in the number and waited for an answer.

"Hello, Frank?" answered what sounded to be an agitated Marge Larson. "I'm glad you called back! There's hell to pay around here. You'd better get home as soon as possible. My husband, your wife, and your wife's brother are in the hospital. They'll recover, so don't worry about them too much, but you need to get back here and help me clean up all the shit that went through the proverbial fan."

"What the hell are you talking about, Marge?" I demanded. "Why are so many people in the hospital? Was there an accident, or a bombing? What happened?"

"I only wish the reason were so mundane, Frank. I have to leave for the hospital, then visit my lawyer's, and finally get to the plant and see if I can figure out what the hell is going on. I wish I had been paying more attention to the business lately."

"Roberta knows the situation fairly well, Marge. Let her take care of the business while you concentrate on more pressing matters," I suggested as my mind struggled to make order out of the information Marge had disclosed to me.

"Oh, yeah, Roberta! I forgot to mention that she's in jail. I have to go now, Frank. Just try to get your ass back as soon as you can. I need you here!" urged Marge as she terminated the call.

I checked out of the motel and pointed my car toward route 81 north. As I drove, I tried making some phone calls to determine what was going on at home. My wife and sister didn't answer their cells. My wife's parents professed no knowledge other than that my wife and their other son-in-law were both in the hospital. Both my kids were living in the Washington DC area and wouldn't know any more than I, if that much. I arrived back in my home town almost three hours later with no further knowledge of the situation.

I walked into the hospital at nine AM and went immediately to the desk. I soon discovered my wife had been treated for a broken nose and a concussion. She was now under observation, whatever that meant. She smiled weakly when I was shown into her room.

"Frank! This is all a huge mistake, Darling. You have to believe me," she began.

"Well that's really good news, Tessa!" I replied sarcastically. "I guess the rainbow colors around your face and the fact you were unconscious for half an hour or so fooled the medical staff here. They mistakenly thought something had happened to you. If it's an error, we may be able to get a big malpractice settlement. Let's go home."

"No, Frank, that part wasn't a mistake. I have a concussion and a broken nose. I'll have to have surgery once the swelling goes down. The mistake was what happened with Jeff," she revealed, before slowly adding, "and Jack."

"That pretty well explains everything, Tessa," I acknowledged. "You're all fucked up because of a mistake, as you put it that involves my boss and your sister's husband. Can you possibly anticipate any questions I might have, answer them, and prevent us from doing this the hard way?"

"I can guess some of the things that you could be wondering about, Frank, but I'm still recovering from a concussion and don't think it would be a good idea to talk too much right now. I'll be better soon and we can discuss everything then, okay?"

"I see that all that time working for a law firm is paying off in spades, Tessa," I snapped. "You just rest up. While you're at it, maybe you'll dream up some sort of story that will explain everything to my satisfaction, and probably demonstrate that you're a helpless victim of some sort of conspiracy."

I was too angry to remain in the same room with my wife. I had already learned that she, my boss, and her sister's husband were all taken from my house by ambulance the previous evening. Add to that the fact that my immediate superior at work, Roberta, was arrested and hauled off to jail at the same time, and also from my house, created feelings of anxiety and concern I couldn't shake. Was I paranoid to worry about such trivial matters? Then she tells me that she's too fragile to tell me what the fuck went on last night, in my house?

As I reached the lobby on my way out of the hospital, I was stopped by a man in a suit. He flashed me some sort of ID with a lot of small print I couldn't read without my cheaters. Even though I'm a bit far-sighted, I could easily tell the guy was a cop of some kind. Things were getting more interesting every minute. 

"Mr. Barker?" he began the questioning. "Could I ask you a few questions? You have some time, don't you? You can't take your wife home for a few hours, can you?"

"By almost any definition, you just did," I replied with irritation. "Will that be all? Or are there more?"

He looked at me for a few seconds, mulling over my terse response. Finally he shrugged and plunged on.

"I'm trying to piece together what transpired last night at your home. There are several versions of the events, but they all seem to have you as the central force in this "perfect storm" of a cluster fuck. Where were you last night?"

"I was in Harrisburg. I met with a client and then had dinner with him. I stayed in a Motel Eight near Hershey and checked out this morning just after six AM. I was sent there by order of my boss, Jack Larson, by way of my immediately superior, Roberta Peters. Since they were two of the cluster fuckers you have already interviewed, you should have known that already, if they were in a truthful mood," I added sarcastically.

"They both told me you had been sent to Harrisburg," admitted the detective. "Things are just a bit more complicated than that. Ms. Peters said you called from Harrisburg and asked that she deliver a package to your home last evening. Her complicity was a direct result of her responding to your request."

"That's a crock of shit!" I stated flatly. "I never called her. I never spoke to her and I had no knowledge of her going to my house for any reason. I did call my boss' house last evening and spoke to Mrs. Larson. I asked to speak to her husband, but she told me that he was out town. He had gone to upstate New York fishing and would be back late the next day. Mrs. Larson asked me if it was important. Since her family actually owns the business, I didn't feel I could keep her in the dark about anything, so I explained my dilemma.

"I had purchased an expensive pearl necklace for my wife's birthday and had stupidly left it in my office desk. I was both concerned about leaving it there and that my wife wouldn't get it for her birthday, which is today. I told Marge that I was going to ask Jack, my boss, if he would drop it off at my house. My wife was going to be away visiting her aged grandmother in a nursing home in New Jersey. She was going to stay in a motel nearby and return home this morning. I had hoped to have the necklace in the house so I could call her and have her try it on. Then she would praise me for being a very thoughtful, loving husband, even if I had to travel for business on her birthday," I reasoned.

"Ms. Peters pretty much told me that same version. Except she claimed that you knew Mrs. Larson would call her and ask her to perform the task since her husband was out of state fishing. She claims that you set her up," finished the detective.

"Set her up for what?" I demanded. "I called my boss to ask him to do a personal favor for me. I had no idea Roberta would wind up involved. I still have no idea what the hell happened! Why are you asking me questions? Why is she under arrest? What the hell did happen at my house last night?"

"Did you ask Jeff Rogers to go to your home to let Ms. Peters in?" continued the flatfoot, proving he had the temperament, and brains, of a bulldog. 

"Where the hell are you getting this shit?" I asked in disbelief. "I had called my wife's sister, June, and told her that she might be getting a call from my boss. That was before I spoke to his wife and found out that he was out of town. I asked her if she would go over to our place with the spare key to our house that she kept, meet my boss there, and let him in. It was a pretty simple request."

"So it would seem," uttered the damn idiot detective, sounding more like Charlie Chan's number two son than a modern day cop.

"Will you tell me what the fuck is going on? How did my wife or any of those other "cluster fuckers", wind up in the hospital? Why has Roberta been arrested? Who was voted off American Idol this week?" I demanded.

"All I can tell you at this point is Lil Rounds is toast," admitted the retreating lawman as he headed for a fresh box of donuts just delivered by a patrolman.

"Son of a bitch!" I snarled at the detective's back. "I thought she'd win the whole thing!"

I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I headed home. I was royally pissed at my wife for using her evasive lawyer-speak to me when I asked her what had happened. I really didn't care much for Jeff, my erstwhile brother, or my jackass boss, Jack. The former had been a pain in my posterior ever since my sister-in-law dragged his sorry ass home from college around fifteen years ago. He had been a second string tight end on a Penn State team that just barely lost the Orange Bowl. Somehow, that had elevated him to hero status in the asylum my wife called her family home. The fact that he never graduated and couldn't hold a steady job was unimportant. He was a fucking Nittany Lion! 

My boss was another dickhead. I had repeatedly demonstrated my knowledge of the business and my value to the company. Without bragging, I knew more about Norris Enterprises than he and Roberta put together. The lone demerit on my work record was that I was male, so Jack, my jackass boss, promoted Roberta ahead of me. It was based on her sole quality; she fucked like a mink. I suppose it was affirmative action since she never told him "no". 

Now Roberta was in the slammer and the rest of the usual suspects were in the hospital. I had not been able to find out why, except that Tessa had a concussion and a broken nose. The extent or cause of the injuries to the other two were some sort of secret. I didn't even know why Roberta had been arrested. The notion that they somehow blamed me was ludicrous.

The house looked like a bomb had gone off. The front door was broken down and nailed back up in some half-assed fashion. I walked around to the kitchen door and let myself in. The first thing I noticed was a trail of blood coming down the stairs. Following it, I found even more pooling on my leather sofa. It appeared to have the texture of liver, and was very bright crimson.

I decided "what the fuck" and ascended the stairs, being careful to avoid stepping in the blood trail. That became all but impossible when I entered my bedroom. Blood was everywhere. It covered the floor and the bed and was sprayed randomly over the walls and furniture. Then I saw the wrapped box with the pearl necklace in the corner of the room by my closet! I quickly picked it up and opened it. I determined the necklace was intact and undamaged. I slipped it into my pocket. I studied the scene of the carnage, but was unable to make heads nor tails of the mess. I realized I should have watched more of those CSI shows and less reality TV. 

I left the house the way I found it and headed to the office. Tessa was instrumental in creating the gore, so she could clean it up, or make arrangements for the task. I was getting a bad feeling about the entire situation. The god damn OK Corral had less blood sprayed around it than my bedroom. That sort of thing seldom happened while sitting in bed, reading a romance novel.

Marge was at the office when I arrived. It was readily apparent that there was a heightened state of anxiety. I guess having your superiors hospitalized or jailed creates a certain amount of tension.

"Frank!" called Marge Larson from her husband's office as she motioned for me to join her. "I'm glad you made it back so quickly. Have you been to the hospital?"

"Actually, I have, Marge," I admitted as I stepped into the room and closed the door. "I was bullshitted by my wife for a couple minutes, then I was questioned by some genius from the police department."

"Did you tell him anything?" asked Marge.

Now I was really feeling short tempered. What kind of question was that? What the hell could I tell?

"Yeah, Marge. I told him where to find Jimmy Hoffa, Elvis, and Big Foot. I didn't want to, but the guy was that clever and he tricked it out of me. What on God's green earth could I tell him when I have no idea what the hell's going on?" I demanded heatedly.

"How did you explain your brother being at your house? You told me that your wife's sister would be there to let me in. I passed that information on to Roberta. How did you get Jeff to go instead of June? It was a stroke of genius," she laughed.

Have you ever sat in a conversation where you had no idea what was going on? You understand each word that is being used, but collectively, they seem to have no meaning? Then you wonder if maybe you had brain damage or stroked out? I was feeling just like that.

"What in hell are you talking about, Marge?" I asked blankly.

Marge looked at me for several seconds and then seemed to suddenly make a brilliant observation.

"My God, Frank! You didn't know anything, did you?" rhetorically asked a bemused Marge. "You really did want Tessa to get that gift on her birthday! You didn't know about Jeff and had no idea he would be the one to let Roberta in to your house! This is so precious!"

"I seem to be in the dark here, Marge, but I expect you to bring me up to speed, and damn quick. These obtuse references and statements are really pissing me off. Tell me what the fuck is going on! I don't have much time. I told the hospital I'd be back at one to pick up Tessa and bring her home. Just spit it out, and tell me in plain English so I understand!"

"Let me start by telling you that you really don't want to bring Tessa home. She has a broken nose and a concussion because Jeff punched her in the face," revealed Marge.

"Don't make this a game, Marge," I warned. "You can guess I want to know why he punched her, and why I shouldn't pick her up."

"Jeff punched her in a fit of jealous rage when he found her riding my husband, cowgirl style. It was more than he could stand, so he smacked her hard and then started pounding Jack. He did a hell of a job on Jack's balls and dick, too, not to mention breaking Jack's jaw and knocking out pretty much every tooth in his head."

Tessa had been riding Jack! Jeff became enraged and pounded Jack for me? We had never been that close, but I would have to thank him for that. 

"Wow! That's a lot to swallow, Marge. Jack and Tessa have been playing hide the wiener? Jeff caught them and pounded Jack for me? I owe that schmuck, big time! I feel bad about all the times I derided him," I admitted.

"No, Frank, you don't!" blurted Marge. "Jeff pounded Jack because he was jealous. He's been banging your wife for years and went postal when he found out she was unfaithful to him!"

I staggered back and dropped into a chair. Jeff and Jack had both been tapping Tessa? How could I have missed that? It was obvious that if Marge was right, I would be in no hurry to get Tessa from the hospital. Why was Jeff hospitalized?

"Let me see if I have this right, Marge. Jeff went to my house to let Roberta in with my gift for Tessa. He and Roberta believed that both Tessa and Jack were out of town and the house would be empty. They somehow caught Tessa riding Jack. Jeff smacked Tessa around because he thought she was his exclusive slut. He then worked Jack over for fucking his slut. Is that accurate so far?" I asked.

"I think you have it straight now, Frank," agreed Marge.

"One small problem! Number one boss lady forget that Jeff in hospital, too! You think Jeff pound self senseless, though that would take precious little pounding," I added in my best Charlie Chan imitation, which wasn't very good.

Marge actually grinned as she answered, "Jeff was shot in the femoral artery by Roberta. He bled like a stuck hog. The police had arrived just as she shot him and eventually broke your front door down. By that time, Jeff had dragged his ass down stairs and was bleeding all over your leather sofa."

"I see," I replied, unable to think of anything snappier. "Are you going to tell me that Tessa was doing Roberta, too? That's just so wrong!"

"No, not Tessa," explained Marge. "Roberta and Jack had been bumping bellies for a year or so. When she saw Jeff administering such a thorough ass kicking to her boss and lover, she pulled a handgun out of her coat pocket and shot Jeff. She's been arrested for numerous firearms violations, as well as for shooting that asshole."

"It seems to me, Marge, that you are extremely well informed about this entire fiasco. Were you under the bed, or maybe even blowing Jeff at the time? Nothing will surprise me at this point."

"Hardly," chuckled Marge. "I had a private dick following Jack for the past few weeks. He was outside your house, listening through a device he had concealed in Jack's pants. He was the one that called the cops when he heard Jeff going ape-shit."

"If you had a man following Jack, you must have known that he was in the house banging Tessa when you sent Roberta there to deliver the necklace. Didn't it ever occur to you that there would be trouble? Shit, Roberta's made no secret about packing a gun. Everyone knew it," I practically yelled at Marge.

"Actually, Frank, it did occur to me that Annie Oakley might pull her old hog-leg out and dispense some frontier justice," smiled Marge. "I just never expected your brother to be there. I never knew he was banging Tessa, either. I thought June would let Roberta in and be a reliable witness to whatever transpired."




The Night Before



"Damn it, Marge! Tessa and Jack could have both been shot by Roberta!" I excitedly pointed out. "Did you ever think of that?"

"Well, duh! I knew it was a possibility. I thought you were wise to the whole affair and were trying to set me up to catch Jack and Tessa. I just substituted Roberta, to protect the innocent, as they say. The fact that Jeff, who let Roberta in, was also Tessa's lover, and proceeded to thump the shit out of both of them, was gravy. I thought you had planned that somehow, too!"

"Well now Jack and Roberta are out of the picture and you have a company to run. Did you give any thought to that, Marge, or were you so hell-bent on revenge that you were willing to ruin the company your dad started from scratch?" I demanded.

"Again, Frank, I did. We both know that you've forgotten more than those two idiots ever knew about running this company. I thought you might like having Jack's position and his office, with double his pay. You'd also be getting some prime pussy that Jack will never be allowed to service again, if you get my drift," cooed Marge. 

I almost ruined everything when I stupidly asked, "Are you referring to Roberta, or Tessa?"



The Night Before



She announced that she was completely dry and the tub had been drained. He opened the door to the bath and handed her the mask. She was told to put the mask on and make sure that she could not see out. He tested the fit by lighting a match and quickly bringing it to her face. When she didn't flinch, he knew it was secure. 

She hesitated a little when he took her by the arm. Her friend had told her that he knew what his job was and could be trusted completely. He brought her into the bedroom where she smelled the light fragrances of different incenses lit throughout the room. He laid her face down on the bed and told her to relax. 

The oil he had already started had reached the proper temperature so he straddled her back and placed a generous amount in the palm of his hand. She felt his hands lightly caress her skin. He began by gently but firmly massaging her left shoulder, kneading away the tension that even the long hot bath could not remove. She moaned lightly as he moved one of his hands to her right shoulder as the other traced the outline of the nape of her neck. His hands rode down her back making soft circles as he moved to her waist. In one smooth movement he lifted one leg from around her, leaned back spread her legs and repositioned him between them.

He continued his assault on her delicate body, as his hands found the small of her back. He placed his thumbs in the center of the indentation and moved them outwards with even but firm pressure. She was a little nervous as ran his hands over the long healed scars. Her skin had healed years before but the skin remained a little darker then the rest. She purred contently as he worked his way around her buttocks. Suddenly he stopped and she felt a soft cloth towel pressed up and down along her back removing all of the oil he so graciously placed there. 

He leaned over and began kissing the darkened spots on her back. His lips caressed the small spots with soft kisses, when he reached the longer places his tongue danced up and down the length of them. Her moaning began to increase in both frequency and volume. She twitched as he reached a particularly sensitive spot and she grazed his inner thigh. She felt his bulge through his underwear. 

Returning to his previous movements he moved to massage her feet and legs. This time he started at her feet massaging each toe, moving up to the balls and finally her heals. He switched back and forth between each leg as he moved his way further up her body. He lightly kissed and licked the back of her knees. As he worked his magic on her thighs he could see the dampness forming on her lips as the candlelight flickered and danced. 

She fought the urge to reach down and grant herself the release she so desperately needed as he continued the massage. He rose from the bed and leaned in between her legs to help himself up, but as he removed his arm his finger removed the wetness from her. The darkness of the mask lit up with an explosion of colors as she came. She heard him suck her taste from his fingers. He then rolled her on to her back and straddled her left leg. As he leaned over her she prayed that he would finally take her before she exploded completely. For although she had climaxed it did nothing to quell the tide of desire crashing inside of her. 

She cursed at him in her mind for as he leaned to kiss her the silk robe teased her even more. Dancing back and forth from thigh to thigh as someone would tease with a tongue just before licking her clit. Their tongues darted and flitted like two snakes dancing the lambda. He moved from her mouth and began to nibble on her neck as his hand found one of her breasts. He fondled her as his thumb and forefinger squeezed and played with her nipple. He kissed a trail down her neck and chest placing one last kiss between her breasts before attacking her remaining nipple. His mouth sucked while he teeth held the nipple in place and his tongue danced on the tip. Her back straightened as another orgasm ripped through her body even stronger than the first. He knew his way to his final target and let his tongue run from her breasts across her stomach and to the warm wetness that was her. His tongue probed her wet folds as he lapped up her sweet juices. Her legs slammed closed on his head as he brought her to two more orgasms quickly. He moved his head slightly and began to massage her clit with his tongue as two of his fingers slowly slid into the opening of her pussy. He began slowly at first but gradually increased his tempo as her fucked her with his fingers. She cried out as she released herself again and again. 

Just as she was about to cum one more time he removed his fingers and stopped licking her. He got off the bed, removed his underwear and took the mask off of her eyes. He saw her expression go from bliss to shock as she noticed his nine-inch rock hard cock poking through his robe. He once again knelt between her legs, but this time he move her knees up and she held them to her chest. She gasped as he finally entered her. He teased her at first slowly sliding his cock in and out of her drenched pussy. He could tell that she was back on the edge and he plunged his penis in its full length deep inside her. He fucked her in earnest now fast, hard and long strokes causing her to cum again and again. She thought she was about to pass out but she wanted one more thing, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her and milked his cock with the muscles of her pussy. She exploded one last time as she felt his warmth fill her completely. 

He waited a minute and then removed himself from her. She rolled over on her side and fell asleep satisfied in a way she had not been in a very long time. He knew that he should dress and leave but there was something about her that called to him. Within minutes he was asleep next to her with her snuggling up against him.



The Night Before



This is something of a sequel to my earlier story, "Social Sex Ed," but written so that you can hopefully understand it even if you haven't read the earlier story.

*

The elevator doors opened and we stared at each other in shock. We stood there for so long, both stunned, that the doors started to close and I quickly put a hand in to stop them. She stepped off the elevator and the doors closed behind her.

"Deborah?" I asked, still not entirely sure it was really her. "Do you live here?"

It had been about a year since I had seen her, but she looked pretty much the same. Her thick, black, curly hair was longer but her basic build — extremely short (at 5'3", I had at least four inches on her), with massive boobs, a thin waist, and wide hips — was unmistakable. Suddenly, memories of the last time I had seen her came flooding back, and despite myself I felt a damp heat in my groin.

"I... Rachel, hi..." she sputtered. "I— my brother lives here, with his wife, they live here, on the third floor, and I was just— I was just visiting them." She sounded decidedly nervous; was she also remembering that night? "I live on the Upper East Side," she added.

"I was so surprised — I mean, surprised in a good way — to see you. Here. I live here. I... well, it's been a... long time," I said, and blushed. I guess I was also nervous.

Deborah was fidgeting with her hands, and I pointed to the diamond ring on her left hand. I remembered that Deborah was a very Orthodox Jew, and had said she'd likely be married soon after finishing college. "You were right about getting hitched so soon after graduation," I said. "What's his name? When are you making it official?"

"His name is Benny, and the wedding's in three months," she replied with a broad smile. "What about you and Aaron?"

I held up my own left hand. "We're getting married next summer," I said. Aaron and I had dated all through college, and he and Deborah had become friendly when he lived one floor above her our senior year. "Aaron got a Rhodes Scholarship, so he's in England for the year."

"I heard that, it's amazing."

We stood for a bit in awkward silence, and then I asked, "Are you headed somewhere? Or do you want to grab a bite to eat and catch up?" Deborah and I hadn't exactly been friends in college, but we had a few classes together and knew some of the same people, and I had always liked her. And there was that one night toward the end of my senior year, her junior year...

After a moment she said, "Sure, I'd love to."

We headed a few blocks down Amsterdam to one of the kosher restaurants. Over lunch, I asked, "How did you and Benny meet?"

"We were set up," Deborah said somewhat sheepishly. "Benny's sister is married to one of my brother's friends."

"That's great," I said, in part to reassure her that she shouldn't be embarrassed. "It's like someone you trust is vouching for him, right?"

She smiled. "Exactly."

"What is he like?"

"He's older, 25, and a lawyer. From Brooklyn originally. Very funny — that was important to me — but also really kind, and smart. And..." Deborah paused.

I looked over at her with a questioning look.

Deborah lowered her voice, as if afraid someone might overhear. "We were always told not to think this way, but I feel like I need to admit it to someone."

"What?" I whispered.

"He's..." She took a deep breath, and whispered back, "Hot!"

I laughed, hard.

"What?" She asked, somewhat indignant.

"It's cute that you're so embarrassed to say so. Good for you. What's hot about him?"

"Well, it's just that a lot of the guys — most guys I would get introduced to spent the better part of the last decade indoors, sitting and studying, and their... physique, if you will, shows it. Benny is different — he rowed crew in college, and he goes hiking twice a month with some of his guy friends. He's fit, which I like, and looks muscular. Manly."

"He does sound hot," I said, smiling. "Good kisser?"

"How would I know?" Deborah said, rolling her eyes. "I've never even held his hand!"

"What?"

"Not until after the wedding."

"Not even holding his hand?"

"Not even," Deborah said, with mock exaggeration. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" And then we both burst out laughing.

"Shhhh," she hushed me, looking around suspiciously, and we both laughed harder.

Deborah turned serious. "In all honesty, I am a little weirded out about the wedding night — we've never touched each other, and in theory we've never touched anyone else in that way either." Right, in theory, I thought. "But I do think I'm less anxious than I would have been... otherwise, and I suppose I have you and Aaron to thank for that."

"It was my pleasure," I said, and only then noticed the double entendre. We both fell into a fit of laughter again.

Walking out onto Amsterdam, I said to Deborah, "This was great — I'm so glad I ran into you."

"Me too," she said, smiling. "We should do this again sometime."

"Agreed." Deborah started to walk toward the 86th street cross-town bus, but I stopped her. "Do you want to give me your number, or should I just sit in the lobby and wait for you to visit your brother again?"

Deborah laughed. "Stupid me, right?" We swapped cell numbers and I waved as she walked toward her bus.

*******

I called Deborah a few times that Fall to hang out, but it never quite worked and eventually I figured maybe she wasn't all that interested in getting together. So I was surprised when, a week or so after Thanksgiving, I saw Deborah's number come up on my caller ID.

"Hi," I answered, but all I heard on the other end was sobbing. "Deborah?" More crying. "Deborah, sweetheart, take a deep breath and compose yourself and tell me what's going on. Please."

"I—" she broke off sobbing again. "I—"

"Forget it, just tell me where you are, and I'll come over."

"Marriott— Midtown—"

"What room?"

"21—" She took a deep breath. "2114."

Five or six minutes by cab. "I'll be there in less than ten minutes," I said, and hung up the phone. I checked my wallet for cash, threw it in a bag with my cell phone, and grabbed a jacket. At the last minute I went into the kitchen and grabbed a corkscrew and two bottles of Shiraz — I am not as religious as Deborah, but I keep a kosher kitchen and knew the wine would be OK — and headed out the door.

*****

The cab pulled up just before 8pm. I handed three five-dollar bills to the driver and, without waiting for change, dashed through the rain and into the Marriott. Once inside I walked briskly through the lobby and toward the elevators marked "15-24." I pushed the button for the twenty-first floor.

When the doors opened, I headed directly to the number Deborah had given me and knocked gently. I could see the peephole darken briefly, and then the door opened. Deborah must have been standing behind the door because I didn't see anyone in the room. I walked in and Deborah closed the door behind me.

I turned around and caught a glimpse of Deborah's petite, curvy body in nothing but a short white satin negligee and matching lacy panties before she threw herself into my arms. I set my bag down on the floor and held her. She smelled like shampoo and tears.

Looking around, I saw that she had a suite and we were in the living room. I led her over to the couch and we sat down. My eyes were immediately drawn to the swell of her cleavage under the thin satin fabric — I'll admit to checking out the other girls from time to time, in the locker room at the gym or wherever, and Deborah's breasts, which were big to begin with, looked massive on such a small body — but I forced my gaze higher. Her face was red and puffy and her cheeks were streaked with dried tears.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Deborah finally seemed calm, or at least calm enough to talk. "My wedding," she said, and started to sob again. She took a deep breath and then continued. "It's tomorrow afternoon, and I'm nervous... and I'm... especially nervous about... tomorrow night. After. The wedding. When we're... together, and there was really no one else I could call who I could trust. I'm so glad you're here."

"Of course," I said. "Whatever I can do to help. Speaking of which," I got up and pulled the wine out of my bag, "I thought this might be a good start."

I saw Deborah smile as she recognized a familiar kosher brand. "Maybe just a little to calm my nerves," she said.

"Attagirl," I smiled back, and started to open one of the bottles as she walked into the other room.

"All I have are plastic cups," Deborah called from the bathroom.

"They'll do just fine," I called back.

Deborah sat back down on the couch, curled her legs under her, and pulled a blanket over her lap.

I lifted a glass, as if making a toast. "Nice undies."

Deborah blushed almost as red as the wine. "Shut up, I'm getting married tomorrow," she said. "Necessary equipment."

We sat without talking while Deborah finished her first glass, and as I refilled her cup I asked, "So tell me what's on your mind."

"Here's the thing," she began, "Benny and I... we've never... well obviously. We haven't 'done' anything. And now I'm all worried — what if he's not good at... it. What if I don't..." She took a long drink of wine. "What if I don't cum with him?"

I smiled in a way that I hoped she would find reassuring. "Sex — I mean, not just intercourse, but being sexual with someone — is a learning process," I said. "It's going to take time, and you'll need to be able to talk openly with each other. Even with a guy who had been with other girls before, you would still need to tell him what feels good for you specifically. It's no different for you and Benny, except he'll probably be easier to train than a man who had been with other girls before and might be thinking about what they like. Talk to Benny about it tomorrow night — tell him you're nervous, and ask if you can take it slow. Then keep talking, so you can both learn what feels good together."

Deborah nodded.

"Also, the first time make sure you're on top — you can control things better that way. And make sure he eats you out first, so that you're really wet before you start.

"That's the thing — I'm also worried—" She drained her glass and refilled it. "I don't want to be too forward — I mean, for all he knows, he assumes I've never... you know, anything, before. So what if I ask him to do that for me, or I if touch him in a certain way, and he starts to wonder how I know about that, and then..."

"And then what?"

"And then he suspects something. That maybe I haven't been as... pure, as pure as he thinks I was supposed to be."

"Would he care?"

"How would I know? I mean, I would hope not, in general he seems like an understanding kind of guy, but maybe he would care. Maybe he would lose respect for me, if he knew..."

I poured more wine into my cup. "Do you want to know what I think?"

"Of course I do, that's why I called you!"

"Look, I am not much more experienced than you," I began, and when Deborah looked surprised I explained, "Aaron and I met when we were 19. I had messed around with one or two guys before him, but always with our pants on if you know what I mean. So I've done a lot, but virtually all of it with Aaron. Still, I am reasonably confident that as long as it feels good for a guy, he's not going to give a rat's ass how you figured out what to do as long as you keep it up."

Deborah laughed.

"Anyway," I continued, "Doesn't anyone talk to you about sex at any point before you get married? Your mom?"

"Oh God no, please not my mom!" We both laughed at that. "There's class for engaged girls, the rabbi's wife teaches it, but she doesn't give us much detail about doing stuff in bed."

"But there's other girls in the class."

"Three or four others."

"So if Benny does get suspicious about where you picked something up — which I am pretty sure he won't — you can tell him that after class one night the girls all went out for coffee and one of them, who had a more... 'questionable' past, shared some tips. It takes the heat off of you, and he'll probably get super horny trying to figure out which of the other girls was a secret slut."

Deborah laughed again, and then sighed. She stretched her leg out, brushing my arm, and without thinking I caressed her calf. "You shaved your legs," I remarked. The one time before this that I had seen her undressed, in college, she was completely unshaven, bottom to top.

"You... inspired me," she said, blushing. "Your body looked so elegant, that I started shaving too... I hope Benny likes it."

"You're beautiful and sexy, no matter what you do with your body hair. You'd better have that talk with him before you change for bed if you want him to pay any attention."

Deborah blushed a bit, and made a quiet humming sound as she closed her eyes. With a jolt, I noticed two things: first, that I was still caressing the smooth skin of Deborah's leg, and second, that it suddenly felt like the room was getting hot.

Despite myself, I set my wine down on the coffee table and slipped my other hand under Deborah's blanket, searching for her other leg. I found her knee and slid up to her thigh, warm and soft. Deborah moaned, still with closed eyes, and set her cup down too. She interlaced her hands behind her neck and slid down lower on the couch.

Her feet and calves were now in my lap, and I suspected my hands would reach well past her waist if I tried. I kneaded her thighs, testing to see how much touch she was willing to accept. Deborah adjusted her hips so she was laying flat on her back, and spread her legs slightly. Okay... I thought.

I massaged my way up her thighs, feeling her heat build as I approached her crotch. Not wanting to push things too far, I kept my hands on the outside of her hips as I felt lace and satin slide under my fingers. Nice undies, indeed. I slipped my hands under her negligee and lightly dragged my fingers over her flat belly.

Deborah moaned — it was definitely a moan this time. I froze for a moment when she put her right hand under the blanket, thinking she was going to stop me, and I was stunned when she bypassed my hands entirely and pressed her fingers against her panties instead. She moaned again as she rubbed herself over the soft fabric, and I resumed caressing her belly with one hand while I slid the other back to her thighs — the inside of her thighs, this time.

Her breath was deep and ragged, and her full lips parted slightly. I slid out from under her legs as she continued pressing her fingers against her crotch, and hovered over her for a moment before I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers. Her soft lips opened and I gently probed her mouth with my tongue, settling down on top of her. Through the blanket, I could feel her hand moving and settled my pelvis against hers so that the back of her hand was rubbing my clit as her fingers pressed against hers.

Without warning, Deborah turned her head away and put both hands on my shoulders, pushing me back. "No."

I sat up, wanting to respect her space.

"This is wrong."

"Wrong how?"

"Wrong like you're engaged to Aaron and I'm marrying Benny tomorrow and we're cheating on them."

"It's not cheating," I said, maybe a little defensively. "It's not like that between us. I wouldn't leave Aaron for you, and you're still going to marry Benny tomorrow, right? Tonight, you're feeling anxious and lonely and, frankly, it's been a little too long since my last trip to see Aaron at Oxford, and I could use a nice safe outlet myself. So we're just friends... a certain kind of friend, I guess. It doesn't need to involve anyone else."

Deborah was quiet for a long time. I looked away, not wanting to pressure her, but I couldn't help rubbing my crossed thighs together. If things stopped here, I was going to need to pick up some extra batteries on the way home.

"Rachel." Deborah stood up and held her hand out to me. I lifted my gaze slowly up her smooth legs, toward the panties that stretched over her hips, showing just a sliver of butt-cheek, and the thin satin nightgown that clearly showed her hard nipples, up to her face framed by that impossibly black hair. "Come," she whispered, and took me by the hand.

She turned off the living room lights and we passed into the dark bedroom, lit only by the glow of Times Square through the thin curtains. At the foot of the bed she turned to face me, put her hands on my cheeks, and pulled me down to kiss her. This time she was more insistent, her tongue darting in and out of my parted lips.

As we kissed, she brought her hands down and cupped my breasts. They're basically tiny — 30A — and even Deborah's small hands could more than cover them. I moaned into Deborah's mouth, and she ran her hands down to the hem of my cashmere sweater. Gently, she raised the fabric up, breaking our kiss to pass the sweater over my head. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra — generally unnecessary with my size — and she quickly sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, my hands stroking Deborah's back.

Then Deborah sat on the edge of the bed and, looking up into my eyes, unbuttoned and unzipped my corduroys. The pants dropped around my ankles, and I kicked off my shoes and socks and stepped out of them. Deborah had slid up the bed and was laying back against the pillows, rubbing her pussy over her panties as she looked me up and down. Two can play at this game, I thought, and slipped my right hand into my underwear. With my left hand, I lightly pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger and started tugging on it as I ran a finger over my pussy lips. They were slick with arousal, hot to the touch. I slid my index finger into my silky tunnel, then brought it up to touch my clit. I couldn't help moaning as I ran the wet fingertip over my engorged bud. The whole time, Deborah and I were staring straight at each other.

With a curled finger, Deborah beckoned me onto the bed. I crawled on my hands and knees until I was hovering over her body, then laid down on my side next to her. She turned to face me and we embraced, our lips locking again. Now, shirtless, I could feel the heat of her body through the soft satin of her lingerie. Our hips pressed together and our legs intertwined and, as if on cue, we started rubbing our pussies against the other's thigh. Waves of pleasure rippled out from my clit through my whole abdomen and down my legs. I felt Deborah's mouth on my neck, biting and sucking and licking with abandon, and made a mental note not to leave any marks on her body — that would be hard to explain to Benny!

Deborah's breathing was speeding up, and I increased the pressure of my thigh against her pelvis. Reaching behind her, I unlaced the back of her negligee and released her enormous boobs. Sliding my hands between us, I slipped under the fabric and, pushing the underwire out of the way, laid my hands on her mounds. Deborah gasped and then moaned loudly as I kneaded her heavy flesh, still grinding my hips against hers. I could feel her body stiffening as her breathing and moaning grew louder, and then she buried her face in my neck as her orgasm broke. Panting, she pressed her body against mine and shuddered as wave after wave of bliss rolled through her body. As her orgasm subsided, Deborah pressed me onto my back and straddled my slender hips.

"Your turn," she said with a smile, and lifted the nightgown over her head. Completely freed at last, her heavy breasts splayed out to the sides as she arched her back and stretched. Leaning down, Deborah kissed me again, full on the lips, and then slowly moved her mouth down my body. She lavished attention on each of my small mounds, sucking and biting my nipples until they stood at attention. She kissed every inch of my stomach, tonguing around and inside my belly button, stroking my thighs all the while. When she reached the hem of my underwear, she tugged a bit at the elastic with her teeth. I lifted my hips off the bed and, with a smile, Deborah pulled my panties off.




The Night Before



As I settled back down onto the bed, Deborah slid her arms under my thighs and reached her hands over onto my belly. I could feel her breath on my pussy lips, ruffling the curly brown hairs. Was she really going to do this?

She gently kissed my pubes, and I moaned softly. Now or never, I thought as I moved my hands down and spread open my labia. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt the tip of Deborah's tongue flick over my clit. Twice, three times, and then she pressed her whole mouth against my cunt and started lapping at my most sensitive organ. I wrapped my hands around her head and pressed her into me, lost in ecstasy. I had no sense of time any more. Her hands seemed to be everywhere — pinching and pulling at my nipples, squeezing my ass, caressing my belly. I felt a finger and then two slip into my vagina, probing in and out and twisting around. I was lost, completely out of control of the noises coming from my throat. Deborah pressed up, curling both fingers against my g-spot. I pulled my knees into my chest, opening my pussy as wide as possible, and she rubbed me hard with her fingers as her tongue and teeth played light and fast across my clit. I came with a scream, pushing Deborah's face away from my cunt as the sensations became too much.

"No— more—" I gasped, and slowly Deborah pulled her fingers out, giving one last twist as they slid out of me. I sank back on the bed, drenched in sweat and still whimpering. Straddling me again, Deborah slowly sucked my juices off her fingers. I motioned for her to lean down and, taking her head in my hands, kissed her deeply. My pussy juice was all over her face, and I smelled its pungent scent as we made out.

Deborah sighed and laid down next to me. I noticed her hand making small circles over her panties, which were somehow still on her after all we had done. I rolled onto my side, and she started to turn toward me but I motioned for her to roll away instead. I spooned up against her back, sliding an arm under her and wrapping it around her breasts. I ran my other hand down her belly, slowly, and slipped it inside her white satin underwear. I ran my fingers through her short pubes — the only body hair she had left — and down to her slit. I heard her breath quicken as I ran my fingers through her pussy lips, coating them with her juices, and then up to her clit where I began to make slow circles.

She moaned, and gently ground her hips against me. I kissed the nape of her neck gently as I massaged her breasts and continued fingering her clit, building the pace ever so slowly. I could feel Deborah's heat building, the smell of sex thick in the room.

"Get on your hands and knees," I told her. She quickly complied, stretching the thin fabric of her panties across her large, firm buttocks. With both hands, I very slowly pulled them down. In front of me, I saw her glistening slit and, just above it, a pink rosebud tucked between the white globes of her ass. I slid one finger into her dripping snatch, testing the waters. Satisfied there was room for more, I slid two fingers in, twisting them around inside her. Deborah groaned with pleasure.

"When you have sex with Benny — not the first time, but later on, as you get comfortable — make sure he takes you from behind like this." Deborah moaned loudly. "Are you thinking about Benny fucking you from behind like this?"

"Yes," she breathed.

I tried to press a third finger inside, but Deborah's sharp grunt told me that was a bridge too far. Sticking with two fingers, I started to pump them in and out. "You see," I continued, adopting a mock-professorial tone, "With his hands free like this Benny can reach under to play with your tits." With my free hand, reached down and tugged on a nipple. Deborah rewarded me with another loud moan.

Angling my fingers down, I pressed hard on Deborah's g-spot. She gasped, and arched her back so I could reach that zone more easily. "Good girl," I said. "Move your body so his hard cock hits you right where you want it, then reach your hand down and rub your clit while he fucks you." Deborah lowered her right shoulder to the bed as her hand shot back and started furiously rubbing. For my part, I kept rolling and pinching her nipples and kneading her heavy breasts as I pumped my fingers in and out, dragging them against her g-spot every time I withdrew. "Show Benny how badly you want his cock. Let him see your animal side. Tell him how you want him to fuck you."

"Benny fuck me," Deborah moaned, lost in the fantasy role-play, fingering her clit with abandon. "Benny... fuck me hard, Benny. Give me your cock, pump me full of your cum." She had to be close — time to push her over the edge. Pulling my hand away from her hanging tits, I spread her butt crack wide. The flesh between her mounds glistened with sweat, and I could see her sphincter contracting rhythmically as she stroked her clit and I fingered her pussy. Leaning down, I ran my tongue all the way from the bottom of her ass crack to the top.

Deborah gasped again as my tongue passed over her butthole, and I quickly slid back down for a serious rimjob. I pressed my fingers against her g-spot as I tongued her most private hole. She rubbed her clit faster and faster until she literally screamed and fell down onto the bed, practically convulsing. I let the spasms running through her pelvis work my fingers out of her, and then laid down beside her shivering body.

"Deborah, dear..." I whispered.

"Mmmmm," was all she could muster.

"I think it would be best if I wasn't here in the morning," I said. Deborah nodded. "I'm going to tuck you in, take a quick shower, and let myself out." She nodded again, already drifting off.

I turned down the covers and guided Deborah's tiny naked body under them. Wrapping the comforter around her, I couldn't help giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "Tomorrow is going to be wonderful," I whispered. "Benny is the luckiest man in New York."

"Thank you," Deborah whispered back sleepily, "For everything."

The bedside clock said 1:08. I've been here for five hours! I quietly gathered up my clothes and slipped into the bathroom to rinse off. I'm not generally prudish, but walking through a hotel lobby in the middle of the night, reeking of sex, is enough to shame even me. Dressed again, I took one last look at Deborah's sleeping form, cleaned up the wine bottles and cups from the living room, took my bag, and slipped out into the hall.