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Vane & Alex

By: Yvette1



Friendship with a guy is a good thing. Actually, it's a wonderful thing, depending on the guy. Take my friend Alex, for example. I don't have to worry about him bothering me about borrowing my favorite shoes or dress and not returning it. I don't have to worry about competition with him about a man when we're in the clubs or the catty nonsense that sometimes springs up amongst women at the worst and most embarrassing times. 

I've known Alex for several years now. We met one day when I came to pick my ex up from work. He needed a ride that day because his car was being repaired, so he asked my ex if we could drop him at home since we lived in the same area. At first glance, he appeared to be your average guy. At least until he opened his mouth. Then he became one of the funniest bastards you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. On the way home, I found out that he was a bachelor by choice, due to a bad marriage. His 2 children were grown- one in college and the oldest working in New York. 

After that day, he and my ex started hanging out on the weekends and it wasn't unusual to see him at our home more than twice a week. I thought nothing about setting an extra place for dinner if I knew he was coming by because he had become a part of the family. Kind of like a big brother. 

Though Darius and I were having problems in our relationship, we still tried to make it work. But lately, he had started staying out later and later. Sometimes not coming home until the next morning. Then he started using Alex as his excuse for staying out late. I started to develop a dislike for Alex because I felt that he was interfering with the mending of our relationship by keeping Darius out late. That was when everything changed. 

One Saturday morning, Alex came by to pick Darius up to go fishing. I had decided the next time I saw him, that I was going to confront him with what I was feeling about his interference in our relationship. When I opened the door, I was greeted with his usual lazy smile. I stepped back to allow him in. 

Once we were in the den, I turned to him and said, "Darius went to the store and should be back in a few, but we need to talk." 

He looked at me curiously but said nothing. 

I took a deep breath then plunged in. "I don't like the fact that you're keeping Darius out so late. I know you're aware that we're having trouble in our relationship and we're trying to work things out. I understand you're a bachelor and if you want to hang out all night, that's your business. But Darius is in a relationship with me and I don't see how we're going to work things out if you're going to be dragging him all over town atall times of night." 

I had to give it to him. I had expected to see him blow up and get defensive, but he did none of that. 

Instead, he took a deep breath and looked at the floor. "First, I would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship. You're a great friend and I want to see you happy. But you have the wrong person." 

Now it was my turn to look baffled. "What the hell are you talking about? He leaves here with you or he leaves here headed for your house almost every night. I'm pretty sure I have the right person." 

"I don't like dishonesty, which is why I haven't been out with Darius in 2 weeks. I'm not going to be his scapegoat. And as far as me keeping him out all night, I've never been out with him past 11.I have to be at work too early for that. I didn't want to cause any more problems between you two than you already have, so I kept silent. But now he's using me as an excuse and that is where I draw the line." 

I saw red. "Get the hell out of my house! Just because you want to live the rest of your life alone doesn't mean that everyone else has to. I trusted you as a friend just as Darius has and this is what you try to do??" 

He stood up and started for the door. Then he paused and turned to look at me for a moment. "When you have time to sort through all this, and you see the truth in what I've told you, I'll still be here as your friend. You're a good woman and I know you're a loyal one. As a friend I'm telling you that you deserve better than this." With that, he turned and walked out the door. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity with tears of anger and doubt streaming down my face before I recalled where I was and closed the door. 

Pulling myself together, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and to compose myself as best I could. 

Not more than a half hour later, Darius returned. When he walked through the door, I was still unsure of what to believe and how to broach the subject. If Alex was lying, that would destroy what was left between us because Darius would take it as mistrust. If he was telling the truth, then not only would it destroy what was left of our relationship, but it would also mean that I've been played for a fool. Damned if I did, damned if I didn't. 

Well, being played for a fool was one of the least desirable scenarios for me. If I had been screwed around prior to this, I could get over that. But I refused to continue in that vein if it was true. 

He walked into the bedroom and put his arms around my waist from behind, kissing me on the neck. I pulled slightly away, turning in his arms to really look into his eyes, trying to see what was there. If there was any love for me there. 

He looked at me with a frown. "Have you been crying? Is there something wrong?" 

I felt my eyes narrow. "I don't know, Darius, is there?" 

He looked away for a second, then back at me. "Vane, I'm not a mind reader. Tell me what's wrong." 

He looked so innocent. Still looking into his eyes, I said, "Alex came by while you were gone." 

I saw a flash in his eyes. "What did he say to you?" 

"He said that he hasn't been out with you in 2 weeks. Why would he say that Darius? He also said that he's never been out with you past 11." I stopped because I could feel my control slipping. 

Darius released me and began pacing. "You know he's lying. He probably just wants to break us up because he wants you for himself. You know that I would never do anything to hurt you, Vane." 

I felt my fists clench as I continued to struggle for control. "Do I really look that stupid?" 

I stalked over to him, "You jackass! If you even had a hint that he was up to something like that, you would never allow him here with me alone. Try the truth this time!" 

He sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. When he finally looked up he said, "I love you Vanessa, and I don't want to lose you. I've just been seeing someone on the side from time to time. Just hanging out with a friend. That's all." 

"Just a friend. I've never known you to hang out with any of your male friends til 6. This shit is the reason we're having problems to begin with. You want me here for you, but you can't seem to keep your dick in your pants any longer than it takes for you to walk out the door. Well, guess what, Darius! Fuck whoever you want, as often as you want, so long as it isn't me!!" I stormed out of the bedroom. I could hear him pursuing me. 

He grabbed my arm as I entered the living room. "Look, Vane, we can get through this, like last time..." 

I took a deep breath. "There's nothing else to get through. I'm done with trying to be what you want me to be, I'm done with trying to make things work, and I'm done with you." I shook my arm free and walked over to the table, grabbing my keys. "I'm going out for a while to cool off. When I get back, I want you out of here." 

I made it to my car, started it and just drove. After a while, it started getting dark. There was no one that I could think of to talk to at the moment. My Aunt Lil was away on her honeymoon and I had no other relatives living in this town. 

'...I'll still be here as your friend...' I could hear Alex's words in my mind. Making a U turn, I drove to his house, the need to be comforted stronger at the moment than common sense. 

When I reached his house, I turned off the car and just sat there thinking. Thinking about every time I had been lied to by the man I loved and trusted. Thinking about how I really should have known better. He did it to me once, why did I think he would do the right thing this time? 

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't hear the tapping on my window. When the sound finally registered, I looked up to see Alex standing there. He didn't say anything. He just opened the door, took my hand and pulled me out of the car. He didn't let go as he walked me up the sidewalk, through the front door and into his home. 

He led me to a cute little beige loveseat and made me sit. Kneeling in front of me, he took my hands in his and asked, "How can I make it better?" 

I saw the honesty in his eyes and it was as if a dam had been released in me. I started bawling like a baby. He came up beside me and took me into his arms. "It's okay. Let it all out." 

After several minutes, I realized I had soaked the front of his shirt. Embarrassed, I pulled away. He let me go. 

I couldn't quite meet his eyes. "I'm so sorry for what I said to you this morning, Alex. I just didn't want to believe that he would do that to me...again." 

He took my chin and raised my face so that our eyes met. "It's water under the bridge, Vane. I'm just glad you came here. I meant what I said when I told you I would always be your friend and I will continue to be. Darius just called to give me a piece of his mind. I told him that he was a damned fool and it was his own fault for losing you. He got mad and hung up on me." 

He got up to bring me tissue. "Here you go, lady. Dry up." 

I took the tissue, thanking him. I dried my eyes and blew my nose. I was already starting to feel a little better. Now able to breathe a little more clearly, I could smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen. My traitorous stomach growled loudly. 

"Would you like some dinner? I just grilled a steak and made a salad. I'd be more than happy to share it with you." 

I started to refuse when my stomach rumbled again. Laughing for the first time that day, I told him, "Yes." 

He pointed me in the direction of the bathroom while he set the table. After cleaning up, I went to the dining room to find him again. On the way, I noticed how unexpectedly beautiful his choice of furnishings were. His house felt like a well lived in home. Not to much or too little of anything. And if I hadn't known he was a devout bachelor, I would have sworn that it had been decorated with a woman's touch. 

I voiced my thoughts to him as he seated me at the table. "You have a lovely home. Did you do all this yourself?" 

He smiled. "Yep. I'm the only son my parents had. I have 3 sisters and a mother that made sure I was able to take care of even the simplest of tasks within a home." He left to bring the food to the table. He returned with 2 plates, each with a half of a T-bone steak. Then he left to get the salad. 

After seating himself at the table he asked, "Would you like to say grace?" 

I did and we began to eat in silence for the first few minutes. He broke it by saying, "I finally heard what I needed about the other job I was applying for." 

After swallowing my wine, I asked, "Really?" He had mentioned at dinner one night that he was going after a job paying more as an architect for a major firm. For the time being he had been working on a construction site as a foreman with Darius. 

"I'm so happy for you," I told him. "So when do you start?" 

"Next week. I talked to my boss yesterday to let him know I would be leaving. He was happy for me too. I told him when I first started what my plans were and that I would only be there until I got the green light at this firm." 

I was silent for a moment. He looked at me as if trying to gauge my mood. "Are you okay?" 

I gave him a half smile. "Sure. Just relaxed. I was thinking about getting another apartment uptown, even though the rent in that area is outrageous. It'll be closer to my job, but I don't want to have to work overtime every week just to pay for it." 

"Seriously?" he asked. 

"Yes." 

"Tell me how this sounds to you, then." He sat forward with an eager look. "I'm about to move uptown myself for the same reason. It's closer to work. I already own this house, so I'm going to rent it out to a friend of mine who's dying for some privacy. How about becoming roommates?" 

His question took me by surprise. "You want me for a roommate?" 

"Sure. For one thing, I know that you're responsible and trustworthy. And don't worry, I don't have nefarious designs on you. I consider you to be a great friend and I wouldn't ruin that for anything." 

I knew I wasn't ready to be living with a man again this soon after what I has just gone through with Darius. Then again, he wasn't asking me to be his girlfriend, just his roommate. It would be something convenient for both of us... 

His voice interrupted my thoughts. "You don't have to answer immediately. Take some time to think about it. I know you've been through a lot in the last few hours and have a lot on your mind. I don't want to add to what you're already trying to deal with. Just know that the offer's on the table." 

With that, he stood up and began clearing the table. I watched as he took our plates to the kitchen. I never noticed before, but he had a very nice body. Well muscled from hard work, smooth brown skin and eyes only a shade darker. He kept his hair cut low and always looked comfortable in his clothes, whether he wore a suit or a pair of jeans, which he was wearing very well at the moment. He was only a few inches taller than me, but then again, I was considered tall for a woman. 

Why was I noticing things like that about him? I wondered. Shaking my head, I stood up and started helping him clear the table in silence. 

A little later, after the last dish was put away, we went to the living room to have another glass of wine. The events of the day had exhausted me and I started to doze as Alex told me about the apartment he had chosen. I felt someone caressing my hair and it felt so good. 

"Vane." 

"Mmmm..." 

"Vane...wake up." I opened my eyes to see Alex standing over me. 

"What time is it?" I asked, sitting up on the couch. 

"It's 1:30 in the morning. You can take the guest bedroom. You've had a bit to drink and you're tired. I don't want you driving." 

I started to protest, but he was right. No sense in endangering my life and someone else's. Besides, I really had nothing to go home to. 

"Okay, but do you have something that I can sleep in? I'd really like to shower before going to bed." 

He grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. "I'm glad you didn't put up too much of a fight." He led me to the guest bedroom. "It has an adjoining bath, so you'll have all the privacy you need. If you want, I'll pull your car into the driveway after I get you something to sleep in." He flipped on the light. The room was done in dark colors. Dark blue and burgundy. 

"Nice," I said on a yawn. 

"Thank you. I'll be right back." 

When he left to go get the clothes, I walked over to the bed and took my shoes off. After placing them beside the bed, I pulled the covers back and laid back for a moment, or so I thought. 

When I woke up again, sunlight was streaming through the curtains where they met in the middle and I tried to figure out where the hell I was. The details from yesterday came flooding back and I felt a tightness in my chest. I had better get used to waking up alone, I thought. 

As I sat up on the side of the bed, I heard a knock at the door. Alex. He had taken care of me through all of this. "Come in," I called. 

He came into the room balancing a tray of food on his left arm and a dark green robe draped across the other. . "How are you feeling this morning?" 

I grinned a little sheepishly. "Aside from looking a mess, I'm fine. That smells good!" 

He sat the food on the nightstand and laid the robe at the end of the bed. "I talked you to sleep last night and I thought you might want need the rest, so I didn't wake you up when I got up. And you look fine." 

Whoever he was married to had to be a fool not to appreciate a man like this. 

He interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Darius came by this morning." 

I stared at him. "Why?" 

"Apparently, he drove by last night and saw your car here. He asked if there was anything going on between us. I told him no and that you needed a friend with what he had just put you through. He said that he understood and that when you're ready, he wanted to talk to you. Do you intend to go back there until you decide to move?" 

I was silent while I picked up my thoughts where they left off last night. "No, I don't. It hurts too much to live there with him until I can move out. I don't want any memories of him right now and being there would only remind me of him whether he was there or not. I intend to find a hotel until I move out completely." 

He cocked a brow at me. "You're dense, woman. Stay here until you've made up your mind. As you saw last night, I won't take advantage of you. As a matter of fact, you can use this time as a trial run to see if we're compatible as roommates." 

"Are you always this open with your home?" I asked bewilderdly. 

"Only with my friends," he said. "Do want me to go pick up some of your things?" 

I felt as I had been quite neatly manuevered and didn't have a damned thing to say about it. "I accept, but you really have to stop doing that." 

He gave me an innocent look. "What?" 

"You know what! Maneuvering me. I appreciate everything you've done. But let me make some of my own decisions, sir." 

He laughed. "Yes, ma'am. Go ahead and eat your breakfast before it gets cold. There's an extra toothbrush in the bathroom. Everything you need for your, um, morning constitutional is there." With that he rose to leave. Before he got to the door, he turned. "You never gave me an answer." 

"What...oh, yes, I'd appreciate it if you would bring some of my things." 

"Okay." He smiled and left. 

After finishing off the delicious breakfast of pancakes, sausage and orange juice, I got up and took the dishes back to the kitchen. When I was done there, I took some time to roam around the house, trying to get the feel of the man that called this place his home. He had wonderful taste, in fact it coincided with mine in a lot of areas. I saw family pictures on the mantle above the fireplace of his parents and sisters with their husbands and children. The most interesting one was the one of him with 2 young girls that could only be his daughters. They both had his soft brown eyes, but the youngest was stamped with all of his features, including the mischievous look I'd seen on more than one occasion. 

I smiled to myself. There was so much more to this man than met the eye. I had never thought much about him aside from his visits to the house for Darius or the occasional dinner. I had pictured him as a bachelor disenchanted with the thought of family and love. The pictures on the mantle spoke of a man who very much loved his family and the way he had treated me spoke of a man full compassion for those he considered friends. 

Though I knew we weren't yet well acquainted, I knew in my heart that I could trust him at his word. He'd had plenty opportunity to take advantage of me if he really wanted to, but he remained the gentleman throughout our encounter. That fact piqued me for some reason. Oh well. I didn't exactly need that kind of attention at the moment anyway. 

I heard the key turn in the lock. I turned in the direction of the sound to see him coming through the door with two large suitcases. I made my way to him to try to lighten his burden. 

"Goodness, man. I thought you were only going after a few things!" I said as I grabbed one of the suitcases. He only smiled and continued until he reached the guest bedroom I had used the night before. 


Vane and Alex: Alex's Surprise



Alex's Surprise

It's been a long time since my adventures began, and something tells me they're far from over. I've loved and lost once, found the love of my life, and now I'm at the brink of having a new career take off...can life get any better?

Alex is still the love of my life and probably always will be. He taught me about the love that can blossom between a man and a woman. He nurtured that love and as a result, nurtured me. He gives me all of himself as I give him all that I am...so why do I feel as if there's something missing in our relationship?

Our relationship has evolved into that 'comfortable' co-existence that occurs when you become accustomed to each other's habits and pet peeves; I think that missing feeling is spontaneity.

While the sex is excellent, it's become too planned and predictable. Our work schedule has dictated a sex schedule and I'm afraid of that part of our lives will soon become more of a chore than the fun that it used to be. To make matters worse, with the start of my own business, I've been required to travel more, so I'm away from home more than I'm at home lately. 

The question is, what am I going to do about it?

Part 1

"Vanessa, everything will be fine. I understand your need to get this business off the ground. And I understand why you have to travel."

"I know, Alex...it's just that I miss the time and the sex. This is the last trip I'll have to take for about a month. The contractor just finished the building upgrades and it passed inspection. Melinda has hired the staff she wants for the store and I've scheduled the opening date for one month from now, so that will give her an additional 2 weeks to complete inventory. I know there's something I'm forgetting..."

I hear him sigh on the other end. "Vane, that's everything. Come on home. Mel told me that she has everything under control and will call you if there's anything she needs to know."

"But..."

"NO buts! You're taking a vacation and it begins the moment you set foot inside this door. I'll see you when you get to the airport." And then he hung up.

Don't worry? Is he crazy? This is my life's work. Since I was a kid, I'd always wanted something of my own, something I could build and contribute to, to watch grow. I didn't know exactly what it was that I wanted to pour my time and efforts into until a year ago.

After understanding that every woman has something desirable about her, I set out to create products to first help a woman feel that way, and second, enhance that feeling of confidence that comes when you know you look good, smell good and can entice even the most boring and jaded of lovers.

Sighing, I also have to recognize the fact that I chose Mel because she's perfectly capable of taking care of business, and next to Alex, she knows exactly how much this new venture means to me. And as hard as it may be, I'm going to have to find a balance between my business and personal life.

By the time the plane touches down, I'm already resolved to focus on the 'vacation' Alex has planned. 

As I'm standing in the airport waiting for Alex, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Happens everytime he's near. I turn to see him striding towards me, looking sexier than any man has a right to. Dressed in a pair of chocolate brown slacks and a creme colored sweater setting off his golden brown skin, I forget about my reasons for feeling the need to stay away longer on business. Smiling, he licks his lower lip and I shiver as he approaches, my thoughts going immediately to what I know that tongue is capable of.

When he reaches me, his lips swoop down to take mine in a knee-weakening, panty-soaking kiss. I drop my bag and my arms slide up around his neck, drawing him closer. For a moment, I forget we're standing in the middle of the airport as I return his kiss.  

After about a minute, he pulls back and tells me, "Welcome home."

Remembering where we are, I giggle. "I'm glad to be home. Now what's this about a vacation?"

Picking up my bag, he shakes his head. "It's a surprise."

Not noticing my frown of puzzlement, he laces his fingers with mine and navigates our way from the busy airport. There's silence on the way home as I continue to ponder what he could have in store for this 'vacation'. I'm silent because I know he's heard more than enough about work. I glance over at him and notice a small smile playing across his lips as he drives. I can feel my frown intensify.

Alex is usually an open book about things. I've rarely had to guess what he's thinking about anything. Well, I guess I can wait 24 hours to find out what he has in store for me.

Seeing our colonial style home in the distance, I begin to relax. As crazy as I am about my work, there's still no place like home. We pull into the driveway, grab my luggage and head inside. I continue to the bedroom to begin unpacking. 

When I've nearly finished, Alex enters with two glasses of wine. He kisses me then hands me one of the glasses. I notice the small smile still playing at his lips as he silently takes a chair in the corner of the bedroom, his eyes never leaving mine.I feel the frown returning. 

"So...did anything new happen while I was gone?" I had been gone a week, and there was definitely something different going on with him.

"No, not really. I just think it's time for us to recapture some of the excitement we used to have." Saying that, he finishes his wine, gets up and strolls over to me. He places his hands on my shoulders, just looking at me for a moment, then turns me around. He moves my hair to the side and begins softly kissing my neck. My eyes close and my nipples harden as his kisses turn to gentle bites.

"Are you hungry?" he asks.

Am I WHAT?

"I said, 'Are you hungry?" he repeated with a chuckle.

I turn to face him. "Yes, but not for food at the moment." I reach out to draw him nearer, but he stops me. 

"We have plenty of time for that. Let's get you fed-you're going to need your strength." Thus saying he leaves the bedroom, whistling merrily all the way to the kitchen.

What the f---?

"C'mon, baby, the food is getting cold!"

Knowing my face looks like a thundercloud, I stride purposely towards the kitchen. He's casually standing there with salads in each hand and I resist the urge to snatch one of the plates from his hand to knock some sense into him. We've been parted for a week and he wants to feed me rabbit food instead of ravishing me? My eyes narrow.

"What's going on here? Did you decide to take a vow of celibacy while I was gone?"

He outright laughs at that. "By no means. You should know by now that foreplay begins long before we enter the bedroom."

Even though I'm glad to hear that, it does nothing for my neglected pussy. "Baby, I hear what you're saying, but I really need you and your many talents-right now!"

Again, that damned grin. "Oh this is one weekend I promise you'll have all you can handle, and then some. Just be patient."

I cover my eyes with my hand for a moment and mentally count to 10 before responding. My curiosity is piqued, but not as much as my libido. "If this is about me being away so often, I told you that I can afford to be home more now that I've hired Mel."

Now he frowns. "Can you just relax and trust me? I love you, you impatient woman. Trust me. And in case you're wondering, no, nothing and no one else has caught my interest. I just think it's time for me to show you that there is so much more to be experienced in our relationship. So just relax."

That cleared up absolutely nothing to me, but I hold my peace...for the moment.

We finish dinner and talk a little while longer before showering and going to bed.

The last thought on my mind before finally drifting off to sleep is 'What the hell is going on?'

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I know I've slept longer than usual because of the brightness of the sun shining through the windows. I stretch lazily and sit up on the side of the bed. Alex comes through the door fully dressed with blessed coffee and I'm almost ready to forgive him for his neglect- except that he's fully dressed. My hands take the coffee gratefully while my face stares up at him mutinously. His smile is almost as bright as the sun beaming through the windows.

"Drink up, we have to be on the road soon."

With that he leaves the room again. 

I know in my heart he's not on drugs. His family seems sane for the most part. So what happened to my husband in a matter of days that now makes him seem like a such a strong candidate for the Nut of the Year award? Shaking my head, I finish my coffee and begin dressing.

Twenty minutes later I'm dressed and on my way to find him to let him know I'm ready.

He meets me in the living room. "I've already packed for both of us while you were sleeping. The car is loaded and I'm just waiting on you."

"Where are we going?"

He seems to debate for a moment before answering. "Do you remember the cabin my parents have in the mountains? Well, they gave it to us as an early anniversary present."

I laugh, "That's wonderful. I'll make sure to call and thank them on the way. Is that what you've been so secretive about? You could have told me." Still laughing, I get into the car.

He gets in and buckles up. I take out my cell to get ready to call his parents.

He looks at me. "What are you doing?"

"Calling your parents," I tell him.

"No! I mean, I don't want to be disturbed by anyone this weekend. I just want some time alone this weekend with you. I know my mom. If she knows we're there, she'll want to drag Dad all the way up to the mountains just to see how we like it."

"Well, okay. I'll just wait til we get back." Shaking my head, I put the phone back into my purse and we begin our trip. 

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Along the way, we stop in different places to take pictures and I can feel myself begin to relax more and more, really looking forward to our getaway. I still can't believe he was so secretive about something so simple. I don't say anything more about it and just focus on enjoying the time I have with the one I love.

We reach the cabin at dusk. The sky is a beautiful mixture of magenta and orange. I get out of the car, grateful to be able to stretch my legs and breathe in the fresh mountain air. The cabin is a very nice size...large enough for his family to make it their annual vacation spot for years. A couple that lived nearby came in weekly to clean it so it was no surprise to see and smell the fresh, ready to live in condition of the cabin when we entered. 

The fireplace was already lit, with newly chopped firewood piled neatly beside it. The smell of a freshly baked apple pie wafted through the air and the entire place was spotless. My favorite wine (Merlot) is sitting on the table with two beautiful wine glasses. Upon further inspection, I see that the refrigerator is fully stocked....we wouldn't have to leave for anything. 

Alex joins me in the kitchen. "The Johnson's have taken care of everything having to do with the cabin. I'll take care of all the rest of your needs."

He grabs me a little roughly and kisses me like a man drowning. I'm a little startled at first, then I realize it must have been as hard for him to wait this long as it had been for me. I return his kiss as strongly as he gives it. He's touching my breasts, my stomach....oh please don't stop there...he lightens up on the kiss and touches me gently through my shorts.

I break the kiss. "Do you really think I want gentleness right now?"

He laughs then smacks me on the ass. "Get upstairs and have a quick bath. I promise, no more delays."

I stare at him for a moment, then comply. "No more delays."

Once in the bathroom, I take my time to savor the bath and the anticipation of what I think is to come. Hmmm...

When I get out of the tub and enter the bedroom, there are only a few candles lit so it's very dim.

"Alex?"

"I'm over here." 

Following the sound of his voice and the dim light of the candles, I locate him and sit next to him on the bed. 

"Do you trust me?" he asks.

"You know I do," I tell him without hesitation.

"Good." He brings out a blindfold. "This cabin isn't the surprise I had in store for you. Tonight, I want you to experience something totally new."

"We've used blindfolds before."

"That's not all there is to it. I want to tie you up as well. Just let me know if you're uncomfortable."

I close my eyes. I probably should ask more questions, but I do trust him.

I expect to be tied to the bed, but that's not what he has in mind.

Once I'm blindfolded, he takes my hands and leads me a few steps away. Then he takes my arms and ties them above my head by the wrists. There has to be something hanging from the ceiling that I didn't see before. Once he has me secured. I can hear him removing his shoes, then the rest of his clothes. The only other sound I can hear is the crackling coming from the fireplace. Fresh from my bath, I'm already naked except for the towel I have around my body. He removes it. He begins kissing me lightly at first, then deeply and more aggressively. His hands begin roaming my sensitive skin, stopping for a moment to play with my breasts, the palms of his hands grazing my nipples then kneading the entire breast. He kisses his way down to my left nipple, circles it a few times with his tongue then sucks it strongly into his mouth. I swear I see stars behind the blindfold. I'm squeezing my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension, but it only intensifies. His hand glides down to my slit, and I know I'm already almost dripping with moisture. My hips begin to grind in rhythm with the fingers caressing my clit and I'm and I'm damned near mindless. 

Suddenly I feel kisses on the back of my neck. But Alex is still sucking my tits! I stiffen and Alex feels it. 

"Shhhh...Just feel. I love you and you only, and I know that you feel the same. I just wanted you to experience the love of two men once. If you don't want this, just say, so and I won't be disappointed. You mentioned that it was a fantasy of yours, and I love you enough to give this to you, if only this once."

My mind and body are in turmoil. I want this, but I don't want to jeopardize my relationship. The kisses on the back of my neck have not stopped and I'm shuddering with the effort to resist. 

I hear Alex's voice again. "Just feel, Vanessa." I feel hands touching my back, my ass, Alex's caressing my tits and my pussy.

The part of my mind that had always fantasized about this was winning. It was more than I had dreamed. Constant stimulation in so many areas of my body. The sound and feel of more than one man's desire directed solely at me. Both men resumed kissing their way down my body, Alex now at my navel and ....who the hell was that behind me? now kissing the small of my back.

"Alex, my hands. Free my hands..."

Suddenly my hands were free. Instead of going for the blindfold, my hands went to what I knew from instinct and memory to be Alex's chest. As if on cue, both Alex and The Stranger begin kissing their way down my body...one if front of me and one behind. I feel lips kissing, tongues licking and teasing...my collar bone, my back, my breasts...that oh so sensitive spot at the base of my spine, I can't keep up with who is where anymore. I'm so filled with sensations that thinking is now beyond my capability.

My breath is now coming in shuddering breaths and I grasp a pair of strong shoulders for support. My left leg is placed on a shoulder, then I feel a tongue part my pussy lips and I moan. I feel the stranger grasp my hips as his teeth gently nipping my ass cheeks. My knees weaken. One of my nipples is being gently pinched. Suddenly my clit is being sucked hard, then licked rapidly between tugs. There is no way in hell I can remain upright. My legs finally give way and I fall back...into a solid, warm and very masculine chest.

The walls of my pussy begin to twitch and contract with pre-orgasmic anticipation. My body is begging for penetration. I feel lips touch mine. They are different than the ones that I am used to so I know that it is the stranger that is behind me. For a split second I hesitate. At that very moment, Alex, who has turned my pussy into his dinner, smoothly slides 2 fingers deeply into me. Oh my GOSH!!! An orgasm so intense hits me that my body arches and I'm balanced on the ball of one foot for a moment. I gasp and the stranger takes the opportunity to kiss me then. He supports my weight with his chest, his hands kneading my heaving breasts. He sucks my tongue into his mouth as Alex continues to tug at my clit. My pussy muscles are milking Alex's fingers as my juices coat his fingers.

I feel Alex withdraw his fingers. I am helped to stand upright. When he speaks again, it's from above. The stranger is still standing behind me. Close behind me. I can feel his his body heat and his erection against the base of my spine where he had kissed me earler.

Alex tells me, "We have 2 more days here...would you like to continue?"




Vane and Alex: Alex's Surprise Ch. 02



(The First Night)

Still panting, trying to catch my breath, I throw caution to the wind.

"Yes...."

Alex removes my blindfold. The first thing I see is his smile. I turn to try to see who the stranger behind me is, but Alex stops me. 

"Not yet." 

He takes my hands and I follow him to the bed, the stranger still behind me. He removes his boxers, the only article of clothing he has on, then sits on the side of the bed. 

Looking into his eyes, I kneel before him, eager to have him in my mouth. I take his already hard cock into my hand and begin licking around the head. He groans, his hips start to thrust up as he tries to get into my mouth. I giggle and for a moment, I forget that we're not alone in the room.

Then I feel hands rubbing my ass before dipping down to slide two fingers into my dripping cunt. I open my mouth to moan and Alex's cock slides right in. I begin tonguing and sucking him in earnest now, each downstroke bringing him deeper and deeper inside of my mouth. The fingers pull out of me and I feel just the head of the strangers cock lodge within my pussy. Instinctively, the walls of my pussy clench it, trying to draw it in. For the first time I hear him groan. He grips my hips to keep them still, then starts to thrust with short, shallow strokes. I can already tell he's pretty thick, not as thick as Alex, but still a very good size. I relax my throat muscles until I'm nearly taking all of Alex in my mouth. He has a death grip on my hair as he thrusts up and into my mouth. 

Vaguely I wonder if I can make them both cum at the same time. 

Reaching behind me, I grab on of the stranger's hips and I pull him hard against me. 

OH SHIT!!

He may not be as well endowed as Alex in diameter, but he more than makes up for it in length. I hear him chuckle behind me. He starts to thrust slowly and deeply, making me quiver each time his long cock butts against my womb. Pain and pleasure. He lets go of my hips to slide his hands beneath me. Reaching around in front of me he massages my clit as he thrusts faster and deeper within me. Alex's hands reach down to play with my nipples, pinching just the ends, making my cunt clench tighter around the strangers long cock. My body is becoming a mass of sensation...Alex's near bursting cock in my mouth, his hands all over my tits, the stranger's fingers massaging my clit, not to mention his mighty pole wreaking havoc within me. I now have Alex deep enough in my mouth to tickle his balls with my tongue. 

All that can be heard in the room are sounds of sex...The men's groans, my moans, the slurping of my mouth on Alex's cock, my wet pussy and the slap of skin against skin as the stranger fucks me for all he's worth. I know I'm not going to last much longer because I can feel the faint fluttering from deep within my pussy and the hardening of my nipples to the point that it's almost unbearable. Alex is getting ready to blow because I his head is thrown back and he's practically lifted himself from the bed, balanced on one hand while the other is again fisted in my hair, and thrusting like there's not tomorrow. 

"Oh god, Vane, suck it! Suck it!!" 

The stranger behind me has spread my cheeks so that he can watch his cock slide in and out of my pussy. I know it's glistening wih my pussy juice. I hear his breathing become harsher and faster as his cock swells. 

"VANESSAAAAA!!!" roars Alex as he shoots wad after wad of hot cum down my throat.

This must have triggered a chain reaction because the stranger gives one final shove, deeper than the rest that sends me completely over the edge. My pussy spasms repeatedly and I vaguely feel him drenching me inside, his balls pressed tightly against me. He collapses against my back and I struggle to support his weight and mine.After a few minutes he notices my discomfort and pulls himself upright, but he's still lodged within me.

Finally able to breathe normally again I look up at Alex, not really knowing what to think, or what he's thinking. There is so much running through my mind. Thoughts like, 'how could he share me with someone else?''Do I really want to know who this other person is?''Where do we go from here?'

I feel someone rubbing my cheek. 

"Are you okay?" asks Alex.

I search his eyes, expecting to find some kind of condemnation there. I find none.

"Why?" Is all I can ask. 

He takes a deep breath then stretches his arms out to me. On shaky legs, I rise and come to sit on his lap. The stranger is up and has his back turned before I can see his face. He's walking towards the doorway. For the moment, I'm content to let him remain anonymous a little while longer.

I'm staring at my hands as I sit there, waiting to hear what he has to say. He touches my chin to lift my face until my gaze meets his. 

"You are the most special person to have ever come into my life. What just happened would never have happened if I had a doubt in my mind about your love and devotion to me and me alone. That's how much I trust YOU. Because I love you as much as I do, I want to fulfill every fantasy you've ever had and give you a few more."

"You're not angry that I responded to him?" I ask.

His eyes glitter mischievously. "Do you love him?"

I swat his chest, "NO!" I feel a smile tugging at my lips. But I wonder...

"Have you ever done this before?"

He's silent for a moment. "No, but I think it's time I shared some things with you."

Sitting back and folding my arms across my chest I tell him, "Do tell.."

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Alex's Past - Alexis

"As I said it was a long time ago. My first year in college I was dating this girl I'd known all my life. We knew everything about each other, or so I thought, we did almost everything together and her name was even Alexis. She had long black hair and grey eyes. We made the decision to go to the same college if we were both accepted. I dated her all through high school, but we had never had sex. A few kisses here and there, some oral sex, but she would never let me get past that. 

His eyes took on a faraway look. "I really cared for her, and at that time I thought I was in love with her and she with me. That's why I never went to another woman for what she wasn't giving me. During our sophomore year, I just knew that she was the one. I decided to ask her to marry me. So I went out, bought a ring and under the stars one night proposed to her. 

"She accepted and we kissed to seal the promise. But this time was different. Caught up in the moment, she began undressing as we kissed. She told me, 'I want this night to be special. I want to be yours in every way.'

He chuckled, "To a young man with a critical case of blue balls, those were magical words." His eyes darkened. "That only lasted for a minute before I started to worry about hurting her. I voiced this and she responded with, 'It's okay. I'm not a virgin.' 

"Noticing the look on my face, she told me that once when we broke up in high school for a few months, she had been with someone else. It took me a few minutes to digest this because as long as we had been together and as long as I had waited, I was looking forward to being her first." Shaking his head he was silent for a moment. "Knowing this disappointed me but it didn't lessen what I felt for her. I decided that it was something in the past that couldn't be changed and that we were a long way from being high school kids anymore. We were about to become man and wife. So pushing all this to the back of my mind, I commenced to make love to my future wife. It was one of the most meaningful sexual experiences of my life...hell, it was the first full sexual experience of my life.

"The next day we called our parents to give them the news. Her parents were ecstatic. My mom was livid. I'll never forget that conversation..."

"You don't know this girl the way you think you do, Alexander!"

"Mom, we've known each other since the second grade! I know what she eats for breakfast, what her dreams are...I even know where her birthmark is!"

"You WHAT?"

'That slipped, Ma. Look, I just want you to be happy for me. We're in love and we want to have a life together. We're still going to finish school if that's what you're worried about and we both already have jobs. We're not planning on having any kids until we're more stable...what more could you ask for?'

I heard her sigh on the other end. "Alexander, just take a little more time to get to really know this girl. I know that you think you know her, but there's a lot more to a person than what they choose to reveal to us."

That puzzled me. 'Mom, do you have something you want to tell me?' 

She just sighed again, 'I love you, son, but I see I can't change your mind about this. You're a grown man and you're going to have to learn life's lessons on your own.' Then she hung up."

"For a while, I was troubled about my mother's response to our news, but I just chalked it up to her being a mother who wasn't ready to let go of one of her cubs. We were to be married during spring break that year which was 3 months away to give us time to save the money for a decent wedding, then we would take a break during the summer for a late honeymoon. The next couple of months were premarital bliss. Going on with our lives with the knowledge that we belonged to each other, making love late at night or quickies between classes. We even talked about what we would like to name our kids when we were settled enough to begin a family."

I started noticing that our sex life was beginning to get more and moe extreme. I didn't think about it until we were doing it one night and she was practically out of her mind with lust. I was fucking her doggy style and she asked me to ram it in her ass. I stopped for a minute, was she saying what I think she's saying? Hell yeah!!

She breaks me out of my momentary trance, screaming in a shrill voice, "I said fuck my ass HARD!!!" I never knew how to approach her about it, but I always wanted to do it. Sliding my cock out of her, I position the head of my cock at her back door. She's rubbing her clit like a maniac, waiting for the penetration. I ease forward, not wanting to hurt her. She becomes impatient and just slams back into me, taking my cock with unusual ease. 

She begins pumping and grinding on my cock, and I can tell she working her way up to a big one. All kinds of alarms were going off in my head as she milked my cock. The guys and I had been talking about this very thing, and from what I've heard from the few guys who have had the fortune of getting with a girl whose willing to do anal, there should be some resistance at first penetration. I fuck her on automatic as my mind drifted back over the last few months. What the fuck did she do during those months we were apart in high school?? My attention was pulled back to her when she stopped moving and screamed like a banshee. The contractions of her ass set off my orgasm and I shot my load deep into her ass. 

We cuddled up on the bed with her back to me and she was soon asleep. I lay awake that night, wondering how to ask her about the extent of her sexual knowledge. I finally drifted off myself after coming to the conclusion that this was unavoidable and no matter how much I loved her, I needed to know. 

Morning came too soon. I didn't say anything when we first woke up, because I was busy thinking about the night before and how I was going to ask her about it. It was a Sunday morning, so we had no classes to rush off to. She had apparently awakened before me and was making breakfast. She looked so fresh and innocent after her shower. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing a hip length white silk robe. I lay there for a moment just watching her as I loved to do when she was unaware. 

Without looking up, she said, "I know you're awake. Breakfast will be ready soon so go take a quick shower. We'll talk while we eat." 

I opened my eyes fully and sat up on the side of the bed. She looked so serious then without a hint of her usual laughter in her eyes. 

I went to the bathroom, showered and returned. She was sitting at the table waiting for me.

Once seated I took a sip of my orange juice and waited for me to begin. 

"I have a problem that I thought was going to go away if I just settled down and got married."

She had my full attention then. I remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"When we were in high school, you have no idea how much I really wanted to have sex with you. As a matter of fact, since I turned 13 little else was on my mind."

Now that was a shock. She would NEVER relent, no matter how hard I tried to get it.

"It started out one night when I was watching a movie with a softcore love scene in it. For the first time, I could feel my nipples harden in response and my pussy began to throb and ache. I was so into it that I started touching myself, forgetting that I was in the den and my parents were in the next room. I was on the couch with my legs spread, my gown around my waist, rubbing for all I was worth. I didn't hear my mother walk in..."

Oh shit! That must have been embarrassing.

"My moans are what brought her to the room in the first place. Even though I finally became aware that there was someone else in the room, I couldn't stop. She was horrified and I knew I should have been too, but I just didn't care. All I cared about is relieving the tension, the ache. She stormed over to me and grabbed my hand intending to snatch me up from the couch, but I close my legs around my hand and kept masturbating."

She yelled at me and tried again, but I pushed her away with the other hand. Finally the most powerful thing my young body had ever experienced happened. I came.

Reality came back with a vengeance. My mom kicked my ass and asked me what I thought I was doing. I told her I just couldn't help myself. She stormed out of my room. I could hear her calling your mom and to this day, I still can't believe she told her everything. I slammed my door and went back to my bed. I started to feel embarrassed, then utterly humiliated by the fact that someone outside the family now knew. After a while for now apparent reason, the throbbing began again. I spent the rest of the night masturbating until my hand grew tired and I fell asleep.

The next morning mom told me I wasn't going to school. A few minutes after that I heard the doorbell ring and it was your mom. They spent the next 2 hours a reiterating the birds and the bees, telling me what was normal and wasn't normal. When I'd finally almost succeeded in tuning them out, I heard the one word that is a teenager's worst nightmare...therapy.

You never knew it, but I was in therapy from then up until the time we left to come to college. As time passed, I quickly learned that I have a sexual addiction. I masturbated before school, between classes, after school practically all evening. I even figured out how to get off in class without anyone noticing."

She stops talking for a while, takes a deep breath and a sip of juice before continuing. 

"The truth is that I can't marry you, as much as I love you." Seeing my puzzled frown she contined. "I haven't gotten over this addiction, I just learned to hide it better. I never wanted to tell you this, but the year we graduated, I just couldn't take any more. I didn't lose my virginity with a guy, I lost it to my first vibrator. After the initial pain, I found that I loved being penetrated more than anything else in the world. Ever heard of a girl wearing not just the batteries out, but the vibrator as well? Well now you have. 

"Soon I began to crave the intimacy of another person. I needed someone else to give me the same pleasure I was giving myself. That's when I started to let our relationship become more physical. The first time you went down on me, I was in heaven. But the problem I had with you is that I cared about how you saw me. At first, I thought your mom would say something to you, but I guess she never did. I know you well enough to know that we never would have made it this far.

I could see she was trying to hold back tears now. She continued nonetheless. 

" When we broke up in the 12th grade, I fucked the football team."

I can do nothing but stare.

"Alexis?...."

"I felt horrible later. I was masturbating in the locker room one day when one of the players walked in. I was frigging myself, my eyes closed and so close to an orgasm when I felt a hand grab my wrist. He didn't say anything. He just pulled my arm away and slid two fingers deep into my pussy. He took my hand and placed it back on my clit so that I could rub it while he finger fucked me. I could see his erection straining against his pants and it turned me on even more to see what I was doing to him. I quickly came.

I wanted to return the favor and I was far from satisfied. He stood up and I undid his pants. I wasn't much into sucking cock then, so I laid back on the bench and spread my legs. I did have the presence of mind to remind him about a condom at least. After that he was on me and in me in no time. 

After that day, I made sure I was caught in the locker room daily. It continued until, one by one, I had gone down through the football team.

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By now I was sitting at the table with my hands covering my face. I couldn't stand to hear anymore. I got up and walked out. That was the last time I spoke to Alexis. 

Afterwards, I threw myself into work and my studies until I was too exhausted to think about her. That didn't work all that well at first. I wasn't angry about something she couldn't help, I was angry because she waited til a month before we were to be married before telling me. I was angry at my mom for knowing all along and not telling me. It didn't take long for me to become one of those men who believed that a woman was the last thing in the world to be trusted. 

I didn't speak to my mom or my family for months after that. 

Around the end of my junior year, I got a visit from my favorite cousin. You've met him before. Xavier. 

He had heard through conversations with our moms (our mothers were sisters) about what had been going on with me. We were always able to talk about things that we would have never shared with never soul. He told me not to harden my heart because there was someone out there for me. He also tried to explain that my mother was just trying to protect me, but I still had doubts. I felt that holding on to my anger was the only thing that kept me going during those long days. 

I was finished with my classes that day and didn't have to go in to work, so we decided to hang out for a while. He told me he had found his soul mate (something I really didn't want to hear at the moment and I told him so). He said he was telling me that to drive home the point that there is someone for everyone. He went on to tell me how he knew it was love. His definition was this: You know you love someone when you want the best for them no matter what the cost to you is. You would move heaven and earth to see them smile. You would protect them with your life. You want to create children with them, grow old with them. 

Shortly after that he left, giving me a lot to think about. To be honest with you, in the frame of mind that I was in at the time, love sounded suicidal. But upon reflection, that was also the moment I realized I never really loved Alexis from the start. Even if she didn't have the problem she had, I didn't feel the way Xavier had described about her. My biggest thoughts about her were that she was beautiful and she was MINE when we were together. 

I started to feel better and a little wiser after that. 

That Thanksgiving, I decided to go home and bury the hatchet with my mom. I enjoyed being with my family again. That was when I met Monica. She had come to dinner that year with a group who normally comes with my brother Damon for the holidays. He always did have a soft spot for others who couldn't be with their families during the holidays, so he made them a part of ours.




Vane and Alex: Alex's Surprise Ch. 02



I really don't like talking much about Monica, but you have to understand, it wasn't her that was the problem, it was me. I got with her too soon after Alexis and after marriage, commenced to make her pay for every one of Alexis's sins. Though we have two beautiful daughters together, I treated he badly while we were married. I never trusted her, though she never gave me reason not to. I was unfaithful because I thought that at any moment she would come to me with a confession like the one I got from Alexis. In short, I never gave her all of me as she did with me. 

Finally when Vanni was 5 and Alecia was 3, she took them and left. Later we agreed to meet and talk about things. She brought me divorce papers and told me there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of reconciliation. I signed them, knowing she was right, but only with the stipulation that I would be an active part of my girls' lives. She told me that she didn't hate me, but if I ever wanted to be happy, I was going to have to give as much as I expected to receive and that love was all or nothing. You are either willing to lay it all on the line or you need to get out of the game altogether.

After the divorce, I felt that my time to marry and settle had come and gone. I resigned myself to being a bachelor for the rest of my days. I guess my choice was to get out of the game altogether.

For years, I dated casually and kept women at arm's length for the longest time. Then I met you and Darius.

From the time I first met you, I watched you give everything you had and everything you were to Darius. When I was out with him, whenever he called you, there was always an answer. You were devoted to him, honored him, and for the first time since I left home, I saw what it meant to have complete and total love. True, he didn't appreciate it, but I realized I was starved for it. I wanted all those things my cousin had described.

The more I watched you, the more enthralled I became. I even waited for you to mess up in some kind of way while you were still with him, but you were consistent to a fault. I found myself wanting to share who I was with you even before you were mine, but I knew I couldn't. I never imagined having the kind of love and trust you lavish on me every day. 

So if you're wondering why I was willing to do my damnedest to fulfill your fantasy, this is why: I love you enough to move heaven and earth to make you smile, I want whatever makes you happy to the extent that I would sacrifice for you. I don't think less of you because you're passionate. You have my whole heart and I have yours. You never gave me room to doubt that.

He wipes the tears from my eyes. 

"I love you so much, Alex...now who was the stranger?"




Vane and Alex: Fantasies



After a long day at work, I pick my way through traffic, determined to make it home before you do. It's a Friday evening and I'm looking forward to an entire weekend of nothing but you and I. The endless hours of negotiating, dominating and maneuvering others throughout the day are but a vague memory as I consider what the outcome of our evening will be when I finally share my latest fantasy with you. 

We've been living together for over a year now and the sex is still as hot as the first time. But I would like to try something new-not just to keep it interesting, but because I have a need that can only be fulfilled by you.

I finally make it home. I park the car in the garage, grab some things I picked up along the way from the trunk, and enter the house. My anticipation increases as I consider the fact that you've never denied me anything I wanted no matter how bizarre the request. Still, I'm a little nervous because I truly care about what you think of me. 

I don't even bother to check the messages, because there's only one person I'm interested in hearing from-YOU. I glance at the clock on the wall and notice that I only have an hour before you make it home. I dash to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave because I know you love for my pussy to always be bare. After showering, I head to the bedroom to change the sheets to the red satin ones I bought on the way home. I don a red lace thong and a hip length satin robe. I also take out the rest of the items I bought on the way home and set them by the bedside.

Back in the kitchen, I prepare a light dinner for us as well as a meat and cheese tray in case we get hungry from our exertions later. I place a bottle of Merlot on ice after pouring a glass for myself and go back to the living room to await your arrival.


After a few minutes, I hear your car pull into the garage and I feel butterflies in my stomach. It's been like this for as long as we've been together. When I hear your keys near the door, I open it before you can use them. You step into the house and I greet you with a long, passionate kiss. My juices start to flow when I feel the response in your pants because I know what that huge cock is capable of. 

I ask, "How was your day?" as I lead you to the living room and hand you a glass of wine.

After taking a sip, you say, "Much better now. What are you up to?"

I laugh because you know me so well. "Something I hope you'll like." With that, I leave to run your bath. While I'm testing the water temperature, I can sense you standing in the doorway. I turn to see you staring at my exposed ass as I bend over the bath tub. Before I know it, you're standing behind me, gently caressing my ass and teasing my pussy lips. I moan with lust. You've always been gentle with me and done everything I ever wanted in bed to the point that my body responds at the mere sight of you. Feeling your hands on my body is enough to drive me too close to an orgasm. 

With my legs trembling, I turn and ask you if you're ready for you bath. You're silent for a moment because yes, you're right, I'm up to something. I tell you that while you're bathing, I'll be in the kitchen and I leave you to your bath. 

Almost a half an hour later, you emerge from the bathroom wearing only your pajama bottoms, your chest bare, smelling better than the dinner I made and embrace me around the waist from behind. I lean back, loving the feel of your arms around me. I turn in your arms and ask if you're hungry, and the look in your eyes tells me that the food I prepared for you isn't going to be enough to satisfy you. 

While we're eating, I begin talking. 

"You know how demanding my job is."

You look up from your plate and ask, "Do you want to try a new job?"

I shake my head, "No. It's just that in most situations in my life, I'm required to be in control, to dominate and be aggressive." 

I can see the confusion in your eyes, though you're patient enough to let me finish. 

"I want to give up that control sometimes. I want someone else to take over for a change."

"And what does this evening have to do with that?" you ask.

I bite my lip, then plunge in. "What do you think about bondage?"

I swear, you give new meaning to the phrase 'unholy grin'. "It's lovely and quite honestly it's been on my mind for a while."

We talk a little more as we finish our dinner and eventually move to the bedroom. You notice the silk scarves next to the bed and your grin intensifies. 

You take my hand and pull me against you, kissing me with your usual gentleness at first. Then your kiss becomes more possessive, arousing me to greater heights of lust than before. you begin walking me backwards toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, until I feel the back of my knees touch the bed. Your hands brush the robe from my shoulders and it falls to the floor, my panties following soon after.

I slide your pajamas down your lean hips and caress your hard cock. You allow me to stroke it for a little while longer before you stop me and place me on the bed. I love the feel of your hands touching and teasing my body. The way your hands caress my big tits, the way you suck and lick them as only you can, the way your tongue drives me crazy...especially when it's working my clit madly or darting in and out of my already wet pussy.

Just when I'm about to explode you begin kissing your way up my body again. I squirm in frustration, almost crying out because you're no longer touching my pussy in any way now. I'm barely aware of the fact that your binding my wrists above my head until I try to reach for you. You smile and say nothing as I test the limits of my restraints. Not too tight, but I can't easily get out of them either. You surprise me by taking another scarf and covering my eyes with it. I can see nothing. 

I trust you completely, but not being able to see you is new and makes me a little apprehensive. I say your name, "Alex?..."

You're still above me because I can feel the heat from your body, though you're not touching me. I hear your voice and feel your warm breath in my left ear. "I'm here baby. Don't be afraid, just feel..."

I feel your fingertip caress my lower lip and my tongue darts out suck it into my mouth, and swirl around it until I hear you groan. 

I feel the mattress move as you slide down to your previous position between my legs. I feel your tongue slowly caressing the inside of my pussy lips, then circling my clit until I begin to moan and squirm. This is the point where I would usually grab your head and grind your face into my pussy. However, with my hands tied above my head, it isn't possible. I hear a deep chuckle come from you when you realize my predicament. As you continue to tongue my soaking pussy, I try to arch my hips to increase the pressure and the pleasure, but you're allowing no such thing. You wrap your arms around my thighs to hold me immoble. Your pace slows to a gentle licking at my clit.

I beg you, "Please, baby, I need more!"

You stop licking long enough to gently spank my already throbbing pussy. "You said you wanted to give up all control, Vane..." 

This time you attack my pussy with a vengeance. I can't see a damned thing but I can definitely feel. I feel the pressure of you sucking my clit into your mouth as you slide 2 fingers deep into my pussy, wiggling them without ever withdrawing. Being deprived of my sight allows me to feel things that I never dreamed. I can hear all the noises of our lovemaking. The sucking, the moistness of my pussy as your fingers move within me, the sound of my own voice as I cry out your name over and over again...it all drives me to the most intense orgasm of my life.

"ALEXXXXX!!!!!!!!"

I feel the walls of my pussy clench tighter than they ever have before with the first contraction. The difference this time is that it seems as if it's never going to end. I know I'll have bruises in the morning because I can't help but to pull against the restraints as my body tries to rise from the bed. 

After what feels like an eternity of cumming, my fierce contractions subside into a weak trembling and a fine sheen of sweet now covers my body. I'm ready to begin making love to you as we normally do. Careful what you ask for...

"You can take them off now, baby," I tell you. 

I feel your hands slide up the sides of my body from my hips to my breasts. "Not yet. I'm nowhere near done with you."

For the first time since we met, there's a little bit of fear mixed with my usual anticipation. 

As if sensing my thoughts, I hear you say, "I would never hurt you, Vanessa. I promise, all I'll give you is pleasure."

Those simple words comfort me enough to remind me of the trust I've always had in you. I nod for you to proceed. 

I can feel you untying my wrists and you turn me over onto my stomach. The blindfold remains in place. You rety my hands.

You begin raining butterfly kisses down the back of my neck, one of my most sensitive spots. I feel my pussy clench and I move my hips, grinding against the bed to try to relieve some of the tension starting to build between my legs. You give my ass a firm spank.

"Stop squirming!"

I do my best to remain still, beginning to love what you're doing to me and relishing this new side of you. I feel you kiss and nip your way from my shoulder blades down the rest of my back slowly. By now I'm trembling in an effort to remain as still as possible. When you begin gently biting the cheeks of my ass, my trembling become a hard shuddering. I can hear myself making mewling noises. I feel you lightly rake your nails up and down the back of my thighs and legs as you continue kissing and biting my ass cheeks. My mewling becomes hoarse and loud cries. Still deprived of my sight, I picture in my minds eye all that you're doing to me Suddenly, you stop.

"Get up on your knees!"

I comply, still whimpering and trembling, until my ass is in the air and my upper body still on the bed, the sensations still coursing through my body. With no warning, your tongue finds my asshole and I shriek with pleasure and surprise. You tongue fuck my ass relentlessly and begin rhythmically squeezing my already swollen clit between your thumb and forefinger.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I cry as I feel another orgasm appoaching. 

Sensing it, your actions slow and become gentler, your fingers leaving my clit altogether.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!" I almost yell as I feel the sensation starting to subside a little. 

"Not yet, baby, " I hear you murmur against my ass.

Just when I feel my body begin to relax again, you intensify your actions again, driving my already oversensitive body to the limit. I'm almost crying with the need for release and yet you deny me once again by stopping altogether. 

I feel the bed shift as you kneel behind me. Not knowing what to expect I tremble with the anticipation of what is to come. I just don't know in what form. Usually you ease your way into my pussy inch by inch.

Not this time.

You ram your 9 inch cock into my soaking pussy to the hilt until I can feel your balls slap agains my pussy. After being so expertly primed I begin cumming after three hard thrusts. But you continue to fuck me without mercy, gripping my hips and pulling me back with each hard thrust.

"OH BABY, I CAN'T STOP......" I cry as my pussy grips your rock hard cock over and over again. 

When I think I can take no more, you ease my body down until I'm laying flat on my stomach again, your cock never leaving my  drenched pussy. 

I feel your arms wrap around my my shoulders from underneath as you close my legs. "Put your feet on top of mine," you instruct me. I comply. 

You begin slowly fucking me, your grip tightening around my shoulders slightly as you pull yourself into me. "You can move with me, baby."

I begin grinding my ass against you each time you grind your dick into me. I can hear your breathing become heavier and more eratic. Your thrusts become deeper and harder.

"Vane, Vane, VANESSA!!!"

Your cock gets harder and I know you're about to shoot one hell of a load into my waiting pussy. 

I increase my efforts, grinding harder aganist you, clenching the walls of my pussy tighter around you the way I know you love. Suddenly, you thrust into me deeply and I feel the pulsing and spurting of your cock as you bathe my pussy with your hot cum to the point of overflowing. This sets off an unexpected response in my pussy as I cum with you. We collapse in a sweaty heap on the bed, breathing hard and twitching like fiends.

Moments later, I feel you release my bonds and remove the blindfold. I turn into your embrace while we catch our breath. I look up into your eyes and tell you, "Thank you."

You smile and tell me, "Your very welcome...Anymore fantasies?"

I grin at you, "Well, there are a couple..."



Vane & Alex



Once inside, he sat the one he was carrying on the bed. I did the same. 

"Now. I thought to bring as much as I could to spare you the pain of having to go there yourself repeatedly. When you're ready to deal with him, it will be on your terms. I have some more to get out of the truck. Be back in a minute." 

Was there no end to his consideration? 

I agreed to stay a few weeks. Alex turned out to be a great guy and an even greater friend. I felt comfortable around him and he never stepped outside the bounds of the friendship we shared. With demanding jobs, neither of us had much time for dating. We'd hang out together, eat together and basically do the things that roommates did. But of course, things were about to change... 

One morning after taking out a pair of sweats, I headed to the bathroom to shower. 

I came out still wrapped in a towel. My mom always scolded me about getting dressed in the bathroom instead of the bedroom. I fumbled through for my toiletries, found them and sat down on the side of the bed, for a moment, forgetting where I was. 

Alex walked through the door as the towel dropped from my body and onto the bed. 

He dropped what he was carrying and we both stood open-mouthed staring at each other. Recovering first, he backed out of the room, closing the door. I hurriedly dressed, too embarrassed to leave the room immediately. 

About 20 minutes later I heard tapping on the door. I opened the door 

"Come in," I called. 

"Are you sure?" I heard him ask through the still closed door. 

I gave a sigh of frustration and opened the door. He was looking down. 

"Alex." 

He looked up. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were out of the shower..." 

"It's ok. What did you want?" 

I thought his eyes glazed over for the tiniest second. Then he smiled. "I wanted to see if you would like to get some fresh air. I'm going to the lake and you're welcome to come along." 

It had been so long since I had been to the lake. I loved being near water, but Darius never understood how relaxing it could be, so we rarely went. 

"I'd love to go." 

"Great. We'll pack a lunch and get going as soon we're finished here." 

That day turned out to be a great one for us both. I had a chance to get out and be near the water with no pressures and a person I truly considered a friend. A very sexy one, but a friend nonetheless. 

We fished, talked about where we wanted our lives to go, ate, and he even talked me into a little jet skiing. Later that day as the sun started to go down, I yawned and told him that I was ready to go back. I fell asleep on the ride home. 

Before I knew it, we were back at his house and he was shaking me gently to wake me up. Rubbing my eyes and looking around, I noticed we were parked in the driveway. 

I smiled at him sleepily and told him, "This is probably the most restful day I've had in a while." 

He returned my smile and answered as he opened the door, "Me too. We're going to have to do this more often." 

He got out and walked around the truck to open the door for me. When I was out, he took my hand and placed something in it. I looked down and saw a silver key and a gold one. 

"The silver one is to the front door here. The gold one is to the new apartment uptown." With that, he left to get the rest of our things out of the truck. 

He looked back at me. "Are you going to camp there tonight or are you coming in?" 

I grinned sheepishly, following him in. Once inside, he headed to the kitchen to put away the picnic basket we used during the day. After finishing there, he walked over to the bar. "Would you like anything to drink?" 

Not really knowing what I had a taste for, I walked over to the bar to get a closer look at what he had to offer. "Merlot would be fine." 

After pouring us both a glass, he handed me one and took his along with the bottle then he told me to follow him. We stopped at a door at the end of the hall. Stepping back, he motioned for me to precede him into the room. I opened the door and saw why he enjoyed being at home so much. I walked into a room that could only be his private rec room. There was a big screen Tv on one end with a large leather couch in front of it, a very nice stereo system, weights video games, a pool table, a card table...When he came through this door at night, I always assumed it was his bedroom. 

"Why do you ever leave home??I thought this was your bedroom!" I asked with amazement clear in my voice. 

He laughed. "I don't if I don't have to. By the time I get home from work, I'm usually too tired to do all the running around I used to do. So I brought most of the things I go our for into my home. And my bedroom is on the other side of that door. " He pointed to a door at the other end of the huge room. I was still amazed that I had been there for nearly a month and didn't even know that the room existed. 

I went to the couch and sat dow, setting the bottle and glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He sat down beside me. 

"How are you at video games?" he asked with a devilish look in his eye. 

"I love them, especially the fighting games," I told him. 

I watched as he went to pick through the games. No man should look that good in jeans, I thought as he stood with his back to me. At that moment, he chose to look back over his shoulder at me, holding up a game. 

"How about..." he broke off as he noticed me staring at his ass. 

He raised a brow and I looked away, my face heating with the embarrassment of being caught. Trying to play it off, I said, "That one will be fine." 

He let it slide, but I could see the humor in his eyes. He put the game into the game system and walked back to the couch, handing me one of the controllers. 

Aware of the silence around us and in case he expected me to say something, I gulped my wine, nearly choking. 

He laughed a little as he smacked me on the back. "Don't be embarrassed, you're human. Besides, after this morning, we're even. An ogle for an ogle." 

For some reason I found that hilarious. I giggled nervously. Selecting my player, I warned him, "I'm very good at this. Do I need to show you any mercy?" 

He snorted, "Hell no." Taking a drink of his wine, he chose his character and the battle started. 

We talked as we played, but there was one question in my mind that just wouldn't go away. 

I paused the game and asked him, "Why do you think he cheated on me, Alex? Was it me?" 

He frowned. "You must be crazy to think that. He's just pussy crazy. Darius is a man that loves different pussy as often as he can get it. He recognized you as a good woman, which is why he chose to live with you. He also didn't want anyone else to have you. But as for what he did, that is the way he is and from what I've heard, it's the way he's always been. No, you didn't do anything wrong." 

"Oh." I started the game again. We didn't discuss it further. 

After about an hour, the bottle of wine was gone and we were tied in our numbers of wins. I was feeling warm, fuzzy and very relaxed. He paused the game and told me, "Let me know if you get tired of playing." 

I was starting to get a little stiff from being in the same spot for so long. 

"We'll let this one be the tie breaker. I do need to stretch a little." I glanced at the pool table. "Are you as good at pool as you are playing video games?" 

"Of course." He pointed to a shelf to the left of the pool table. Apparently he was very good because he had a number of trophies lining the shelves. 

"I ask because I've always wanted to learn to play and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to give me a few lessons." 

His eyes darkened as he said, "Since you ask so nicely, I would love to." 

He was standing so close and I couldn't stop looking at him. I don't know if it was the wine or what, but my thoughts became lustful as I inhaled his masculine scent, my body aware of the hardness of the muscles his clothes couldn't conceal. This was madness. I just got out of a bad relationship... 

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to regain some kind of composure. When I opened them, he was standing next to the pool table. With a mixture of gratitude and disappointment, I picked up our glasses. 

"While you're setting up, I'm going to make a pit stop. Do you want anything?" Stupid choice of words! 

Smiling without looking up, he said, "Could you bring the other bottle of wine with you?" 

"Sure." 

About 10 minutes later, I returned with the wine. I poured a glass for each of us. I took a couple of sips and sat mine down on the mantle. He did the same, then handed me a pool stick. 

"The first thing you have to know is how to hold your stick." 

I nodded and moved the cue ball to prepare for the break. Bending over the table, my first attempt at a shot caused the stick to slide crazily and ineffectually against the side of the ball. Sighing with frustration, I bent to attempt it again. 

"Hold on a sec, Vane." He left his spot beside the table to my right to come stand behind me. 

"You're not holding it right." I felt the front of his body pressing lightly against my back and thighs. His hands covered mine and his fingers began manipulating mine for the proper hold on the stick. 

My legs started to tremble and it became unusually hot in the room very quickly. I could feel his breath on my neck, causing the rest of my body to tremble. 

"Are you cold?" he asked softly, almost whispering. 

My "no" came out more as a groan. 

"You smell so good...like fruit and wine." I could feel his lips graze my neck. My knees buckled. He caught me around the waist with one strong arm and slid the pool stick from my hands with his free hand then placed each of my hands on the side of the table to help steady me. 

When he was sure I could stand on my own, he resumed kissing my neck, his hands not touching me but braced outside of mine on the table. All I could feel were his lips and his body pressing lightly, then rhythmically against me from behind. 

His lips near my ear, I could hear his smooth, sensual voice. "I've watched you these last few months. I've seen how you put everything you are into the simplest things you do daily...are you like that in everything you do?" 

My only answer was a shaky exhalation of breath as he trailed his fingers up my arms. 

"I have tried so hard not to see you as the beautiful woman you are-tried to see you as one of the guys because you don't deserve anything less than to be appreciated and cherished." 

I felt his hand slide under my shirt and caress my bare stomach. I heard his breathing catch as mine did. 

"I just want to touch you, I won't do anything you don't want me to..." 

In a moment of insanity, I told him, "I don't want you to stop..." 

I expected him to lose it then and start behaving like a wild man with a permit, but he didn't. Instead he continued along the same erotically slow path he had started on. His hands slid a little higher to caress my breasts through my bra. I could feel his muffled caresses as I anticipated the actual feel of his hands on my skin. 

We were both still fully clothed and he continued to grind his hardness against my ass. I spread my legs further apart and bent a little more, wanting to feel his hard cock grind against my pussy. My panties were already so wet that they were beginning to cling to me. 

He stopped for a moment to remove my clothes. I told him I wanted to face him. He said that he wanted to save the best for last. When I was completely naked, he returned me to my original position. His hands stroked my back, my waist, hips thighs, then finally, my calves. I felt him gently nip and kiss at trail up the insides of my legs. The higher up my thighs he got, the wetter I got and the slower his movements became, as if he were savoring the experience as much as I was. 

By now, the wetness had started to run down the insides of my upper thighs and I couldn't help but squirm. I spread my legs wider to allow him better access as he licked my pussy juice from my thighs. I started to whimper when he ran his tongue along the junction where my thigh and pussy met. 

He stopped again for a moment to bend me over even more-til my stomach touched the blue felt of the table. Seconds later, I felt his tongue slide through the lips of my exposed cunt. He spread my labia wider with his thumbs and ran his tongue around them. I cried out, arching back against his mouth. He stayed me with a hand as he continued to explore my juicy pussy with his lips and tongue. At that moment, I was glad I had the table for support, because my legs alone couldn't have kept me upright. After tongueing my clit rapidly for a few minutes, he sucked it into his mouth and my whole world tilted. I could feel the tell tale spasms of my orgasm beginning as he sucked and licked and gently tugged. 

He must have sensed it to, because he let go of my clit and started to to tongue fuck my hot hole. Instinctively I tightened around his tongue and he moaned with me that time. I know he was thinking about me tightening around his cock the same way. He was driving me so wild that I started squeezing my breasts, pinching the nipples. 

"ALEX!!!!" was all I could say. I didn't have the words to tell him what I wanted. He pulled his tongue out of my cunt and slid two finges in, then his lips closed around my clit again, sucking hard and tugging on it. Time stopped as the walls of my pussy closed like a vise around his fingers. Contraction after contraction hit me as I came, my juices running down his fingers and hand. 

He caught me before I collapsed and picked me up in his arms still trembling. He kissed my lips lightly before carrying me to the master bathroom. It had a large sunken tub large enough for 2 in the middle of the floor. He let me slide to my feet and went to run the water and add bubbles for a bath. I took a seat and just watched him. Quiet, effortless strength were the best words I could use to describe him and the way he moved. He started to take his shirt off when I stopped him. 

"I want to undress you." 

He looked at me, completely serious. "Any other time and I would happily oblige you. But tonight it's all about you. I want you to know what it's like to be loved in every sense of the word. I want you to know what it's like to receive the same love I've seen you give. The only thing I want from you is the priviledge to give it to you and my name on your lips when I do." 

The man was too efficient at rendering me speechless. 

He finished undressing and turned the water off. His body was beautiful. He was bronze all over, well almost all over. His cock was a nice coffee brown. 

"I have never seen a more beautiful man naked," I told him. 

He grinned. "Then I know you're an innocent." 

I laughed as he took my hand and led me to the tub. After assisting me in, he stepped in behind me. Cradled between his legs and in his arms, I relaxed against his chest, feeling at peace with the world. We were silent for a while, our eyes closed just enjoying being together so intimately. 

"Vanessa, do you know I'm in love with you?" he asked. 

My eyes flew open. I leaned to one side to look at him over my shoulder, searching his eyes. I could see it there. He lifted me by the waist and turned me so that we were facing each other as I straddled his hips. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but he stopped me. "I know you don't feel the same for me. At least not yet. That's one of the reasons I stopped going out with Darius and why I was so angry when I found out that he was using me as an alibi. I haven't felt this way about anyone in a long time, and if you need more time to get through what you just went through, I'll be here. I'm the same person I've always been and always will be. What I'm showing you now is what I always want to show you...happiness, love, laughter, compassion. You deserve all these things." 

I thought about what he was saying and my feelings lately before I responded. "I'm not in love with you yet, Alex, but I'm getting there. The more I'm with you, the harder it is for me to even remember Darius. You've always respected me and treated me like someone precious. Being with you makes me happy and makes me look forward to what you have in store for me next. But I have to admit, I don't know how much longer I could have kept going on as 'just friends'." 

He laughed loud. "Hell, me either!" Then he got serious. "There's one more thing I want you to know." 

"What's that?" 

He smiled, taking one of my nipples into his mouth for a moment. I felt my juices begin to flow again. 

He lifted me slightly and slid the head of his cock up into my waiting cunt. "How well we fit together." 

"Mmmmmmm..." 

Bracing myself on my knees, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders started a rhythmic slide up and down his pole. He was huge! He was still only halfway in and I already felt full. He started sucking and licking my breasts, thrusting a little deeper each time. 

"Ohhhhhh Alexxxxx..." 

His slid his hand down between us and played with my clit. I felt my pussy gush and he slid all the way in, taking my breath away. I tried to lift up to continue riding him, but he grasped my hips, holding me still. Instead he started to grind deeper into me. I felt pleasure and pain, but I wanted more of him. We held each other tighter as we ground tighter and deeper, his cock never leaving my burning pussy, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair, driving me closer and closer to exploding. He must have been just as close because he surged up into me harder and faster, as if he couldn't get deep enough inside of me. With one of his hands, he reached behind me and slid a finger up my ass. Being filled in both holes was more than I could bear and I screamed as my orgasm hit me. With one final hard thrust, he held me tight as I felt his cock jerk hard inside of me repeatedly, bathing the inside of my pussy with his hot, thick cum. 

It took several minutes before either of us could move. And when we finally did, there was no awkwardness between us. 

We're still the best of friends as well as lovers and roommates. Even though we've decided to spend the rest of our lives together, our adventures are far from over...