0 comments/ 7619 views/ 0 favorites Designado By: brunorivera Soy Gabriel. Trabajo en una pequeña empresa de ventas. Un viernes, poco antes de cerrar, escuché a los compañeros comentar entre ellos: - ¿Qué vamos a hacer esta noche? Ignacio y Emily, la pareja más glamorosa de la compañía, sugirieron: - ¡Vayamos a "Destiny"! Las jóvenes aclamaron la idea, porque éste es un club o discoteca muy prestigioso de la ciudad. Pedro, un joven bastante alegre, respondió apesadumbrado: - Pero, Nacho, la semana pasada, tuvimos una pelea allí, y además, nos multaron por guiar borrachos al salir de allí. Vanessa, la novia de Pedro, dijo: - Pidamos a Gabi que sea nuestro conductor designado. Nacho interrumpió: - Pero a ése no le gusta beber ni divertirse. Sólo es un "nerd". El comentario me molestó mucho. Yo no soy tan feo, pero como en mi familia hay alcohólicos, detesto la bebida y las drogas en general. Quise ripostarle, pero la otra chica intervino, diciendo: - Por eso mismo, es perfecto. Sólo tiene que guiar de ida y vuelta. Y volviéndose hacia mí, me suplicó en broma: - ¿Te animas? ¡Por favor! Y de inmediato, alguien me puso ante mis ojos la llave de un automóvil todo terreno, así que ahora, me llevan como conductor designado. Al llegar, un portero "bouncer" de casi siete pies de estatura, más de doscientas libras, y muy mala cara, nos recibió, pero los compañeros le explicaron: - Hoy no causaremos problemas. Hasta trajimos a un conductor designado. Me miró detenidamente, porque yo no frecuento a "Destiny" ni club alguno. Conversó con alguien a través de un "walkie-talkie", y finalmente, nos dejó pasar. Una vez adentro, todos tomaron sus tragos favoritos para entrar en calor, luego nos acomodaron en una mesa, y ordenamos una cena ligera, para acompañar más bebida. Las chicas exclamaron: - ¡Vamos a la pista de baile! Yo no llevaba pareja, así que me quedé sentado. Observé a casi todas las mujeres bonitas acompañadas o esperando a sus parejas. Los compañeros regresaron para tomar más o hasta cambiaron de pareja para ciertas canciones rápidas que no representaran una amenaza a la relación que cada uno llevaba. Las chicas trataron de que yo bailara, pero todos en la pista saltan bruscamente y yo tropezaba más de lo que bailaba. Solamente duré un minuto para refugiarme en nuestra mesa, y allí comer entremeses y tomar gaseosas. El grupo se dispersó un poco cuando yo ya quería regresar, así que los tuve que buscar uno a uno. Al principio, protestaban, Por ejemplo, al avisar a Vanessa, ésta me dijo: - ¡Si apenas llegamos hace una hora! Cuando fui donde Pedro, me contestó: - ¡Ahora esto se pone bueno! Luego pasé hacia Emily, quien dijo: - Mañana no es día de trabajo. Pero se dio cuenta de que Nacho no estaba con ella, así que me buscó y me dijo: - Reunamos a los demás. Volví a hallar a la otra pareja, bailando suavemente al compás de una balada romántica, y Emily y yo les preguntamos: - ¿Han visto a Nacho? Al principio dijeron que no, pero la joven se puso hasta más impaciente que yo, así que Pedro admitió: - Tal vez, ha subido al salón VIP. Subimos juntos, y encontramos al mismo "bouncer", quien por rotación, ahora custodia esta área del club. El guardia nos reclamó: - ¿A qué vienen! No sé si fue Pedro, Emily o yo mismo, pero alguien de nosotros le preguntó: - ¿Se acuerda de Nacho? Emily insistió, sin darle tiempo a reaccionar: - ¿Lo ha visto? No me imagino cómo, pero la puerta se abrió, y la pareja de Nacho se escabulló hacia el interior. El "bouncer" y todos nosotros la seguimos para detenerla, pero ella misma se quedó petrificada. Vimos a nuestro compañero sentado en un sofá, besándose y manoseándose con dos chicas, una rubia y otra negra, escasamente vestidas. Pedro y Vanessa reaccionaron y nos salimos aprisa, para que ni Nacho ni sus acompañantes nos notaran, y que tampoco siguiéramos molestando al encargado. Emily ordenó: - ¡Vámonos! Pedro le respondió: - ¿Pero qué haremos con Nacho? - ¡El está muy bien acompañado! Vanessa le hizo un ademán a su amigo para sugerirle discreción. Emily salió a toda prisa hacia el estacionamiento y todos la seguimos. Al montarnos, Emily iba al frente, y los demás, atrás. Insistí: - Tenemos que ponernos los cinturones de seguridad. Si al salir del trabajo, pusieron excusas, esta vez, obedecieron en silencio. Llegamos primero a donde Vanessa y Pedro convivían, y al dejarlos, seguí hasta el apartamento de Emily, quien todavía no lo hacía con su compañero, aunque hasta este momento, nos hicieron creer que su relación era la más apasionada. Al llegar, me dijo: - Espérame aquí abajo. No entendí para qué, y aunque yo ya deseaba ir a mi apartamento a tratar de olvidar el incidente, tuve que complacerla; después de todo, éste no era mi automóvil. Tras casi media hora, en la cual aproveché para buscar música más agradable en la radio del vehículo, ella regresó, ya cambiada a ropa más casual, de mahones, camiseta y sandalias. También llevaba un pequeño bulto de gimnasio. Se montó y me dijo: - Llévame a tu casa. No quiero quedarme sola aquí. Su proposición me dejó perplejo, ya que al estar comprometida, no me ofrecía esperanza de "acción". Puse en marcha el vehículo, y sin hacer más comentario, llegué al complejo donde resido. Ella se bajó y la hice pasar a mi apartamento. Me excusé para ducharme, y después, le ofrecí el dormitorio para que descansara. Ella ya se había duchado, así que sería cuestión de dejarla sola para que se desvistiera y se acostara; pero al salir del dormitorio, ella me llamó: - Gabi, no te vayas. Le dije: - Está bien, yo puedo dormir en el sofá. - ¡Tú no entiendes! No quiero dormir sola. No supe qué decir. Empecé a tener erección, pero no se la dejé notar, y respiré profundo para que se me bajara. Ella siguió hablando: - Gabriel, he bebido y bailado mucho, y si empiezo a llorar, me sentiré peor... - Pero esto se te pasará y pronto te sentirás mejor... - ¡No... me dejes llorar! Su tono imperativo me hizo voltearme, y ella dijo más: - Me pondré a vomitar si lloro en este estado. Además, ese cabrón no merece mis lágrimas. ¡Ayúdame! Me convenció su argumento y corrí a pararme ante ella, y ella se abrazó a mí. Su respiración era forzada, porque hacía un supremo esfuerzo para controlar sus emociones. Susurró una y otra vez: - No me dejes llorar... Yo me pregunté, sin verbalizarlo: - ¿Cómo lo hago? ¿Qué tengo que hacer para que no tengas que llorar? Al principio, su mirada estuvo baja, pero pronto se encontró con la mía, y leyó mi preocupación en mis ojos. Yo tuve más miedo que ella. Pero ella movió sus labios hacia los míos, y yo aún olfateaba los licores que ella había ingerido en "Destiny". Se me pegó muy insistentemente. No cabía duda: me reclamaba un beso. Frotó sus labios hasta que yo abrí los míos, y buscó caricias de los mismos. Murmuró: - ¡Qué sabor tan dulce! Y siguió besándome hasta que yo me acoplé a su ritmo. Me hacía saber cuándo girar mi rostro para buscar más placer. Me comentó: - ¡Qué bien bailas! Pero no había música, sólo besos. Se dejó caer sobre la cama, y me atrajo hacia sí. Me despegué y mi rostro colgaba sobre el suyo, y todavía sentía el cosquilleo de sus besos. Se levantó un poco y se quitó el "jersey", revelando unos pechos pequeños pero redondos, ya que no llevaba sostén. También me quitó mi camisa, antes de desabotonarse sus pantalones de mezclilla, y me dijo: - Ahora, tú quítamelos. Hasta tomó mis muñecas para que yo enganchara mis dedos en su cintura, y el soltarme fue la señal para que yo halara y la desnudara, porque tampoco traía pantaletas. Ella también tiró de mis pantalones, que se detuvieron alrededor de mis tobillos, pero yo no me movía, absorto ante tal revelación de belleza. Luego me rodeó las mejillas con sus manos delicadas, y le confesé: - Necesito saborear tus tetas. Ella sonrió y yo procedí a sobar y besar sus pezones. Ella me animaba, diciendo: - Así, chúpame bien. Lávame el sabor de ese traidor fuera de mi piel. Lamí y succioné desesperadamente, en caso de que fuese un sueño. Ella alcanzó su bulto, pero el intenso placer no la dejaba hurgar en él. Me agarré de sus costillas, para frenar sus forcejeos, que no eran de resistencia sino de éxtasis (sexual, no la droga). Ella me mandó: - Sigue, sigue. ¡Hasta abajo! Y alzó sus muslos y luego los separó, como para guiar mi rostro hacia su vulva. La lamí lentamente, para acostumbrarme a su sabor difícil de describir con palabras. Pronto preferí dedicarme a besar y chupar su clítoris, donde di rienda suelta a mi frenesí. Ella aulló y sacudió sus caderas, y cuando su orgasmo pasó, sacó un condón de su bulto, me urgió: - ¡Avanza, póntelo y métemelo ya! Me lo empezó a poner ella misma y yo me lo terminé de ajustar, para penetrar la vagina más suculenta que yo haya probado. Al tocar fondo con mi pene, ella contrajo sus músculos, para detenerme y buscar un último beso, ya usando lenguas, para aumentar la excitación que ya era mucha. Sobé sus tetas un poco más y comencé el vaivén. Al principio, me dejé ir aprisa, pero ella me fue aguantando con sus manos sobre mi abdomen, pero cuando me adapté a un ritmo lento, ella volvió a agitar sus caderas y me reclamó: - ¡Más duro, papito! Volví a acelerar, y aún así, ella se sincronizó a mis embestidas. Nos intercambiamos quejidos y muecas lujuriosos, hasta que el semen brotó de ambos genitales como ríos de fuego. Entonces, nos abrazamos fuertemente hasta que nuestros cuerpos pararon de temblar y nos relajamos demasiado. Mi pene perdió su erección, quedando desalojado de su vagina, y nos quedamos dormidos hasta sentir el frío de la madrugada y tuvimos que usar el inodoro. Al amanecer, nos lavamos, y presentí que ella se sentía culpable, pero nada comentó. Fui con ella para recoger mi pequeño automóvil, y ella siguió en el otro tan pronto yo encontré el mío en el estacionamiento de la oficina. Regresé a mis actividades cotidianas de fin de semana sin que compañero alguno me llamara o de modo alguno llamara la atención a los sucesos de la noche de viernes. **** El lunes, nos presentamos como de costumbre en la oficina, y durante la mañana, nos dejamos absorber por la rutina, pero en la tarde, cuando yo ya creí olvidado el asunto, oí voces desde un cubículo cercano al mío: - ¿Por qué no me esperaron, Emily? Dijo Nacho. - ¡Tú sabías muy bien por qué fue! ¡Muy claro te lo advertí: si me entero de que me engañas, te dejo! Le respondió Emily furiosa. - ¡Yo no estaba haciendo nada...! - ¡Pero si todos te vimos...! Y sentí cómo Nacho la arrojaba hacia mi cubículo de un golpe. Yo me levanté, pero Pedro estaba mejor colocado y detuvo a su amigo por un brazo, mientras Vanessa y yo recogíamos a Emily para sentarla. Vanessa le hizo frente al agresor, y eso preocupó a Pedro, quien haló con más fuerza para alejarlo. Yo tuve que dejar a Emily y atraer a la otra muchacha para que no empeorara las cosas. Nacho insistió: - ¡Se sienten muy valientes! Me tocó pagar todo lo que consumimos. ¡Fue un abuso lo que hicieron conmigo! Emily gruñó: - ¡Lo tienes bien merecido! Nacho quiso lanzarle otro golpe pero Pedro lo doblegó aún más, pero para tranquilizarlo, le dijo: - ¡Dinos cuánto gastaste, y te lo pagaremos, pero cálmate ya! Aunque Nacho era fornido y más alto que Pedro, quien era un poco obeso, éste sabía cómo defenderse, ya que solamente tenía que mantener presión, como un luchador. Aún así, Nacho se sacudió para zafarse, y le tomó menos de un minuto, pero al menos, no siguió hacia su ex-novia, sino que salió a tomar aire fresco. Pedro iba a reprochar a Vanessa, pero se contuvo. Ella se acercó con cautela, pero al hacer contacto, se abrazó a él y lo felicitó: - Estuviste magnífico. ¡Te amo! El le dio un beso rápido, mientras nos miraba con lástima a Emily y a mí, porque aún no se enteró de lo que yo le hice a mi compañera y creía que nos incomodaba con su muestra de afecto hacia su dama. Nacho regresó a su trabajo y reinó una tensa calma entre todos. La alegre camaradería se rompió y dejamos de salir juntos por algún tiempo, sabiendo que en "Destiny", nunca más seríamos bienvenidos. Salí a cenar con Emily, pero nuestra conversación fue excesivamente sincera. Le dije: - Sé que lo que pasó entre nosotros la otra noche no puede ser amor. - Estás en lo cierto. Lo hice para dejarle saber a Nacho que lo que hubo entre él y yo se acabó. - ¿Pero se lo dijiste? - El se ha dado cuenta... De todos modos, fue sólo para no quedarme sola lamentándome. - Estoy consciente... - Si no fuera porque trabajamos juntos, no deberíamos volver a vernos. - Lo entiendo... - Te anuncio que me mudaré de apartamento, para que ni tú ni Nacho me busquen de nuevo. - Toma mi número de teléfono, por si se te ofrece ayuda. - No espero necesitarla, pero gracias. Tomaré nota. Hice una breve llamada para que se reflejara en la pantalla de su celular o móvil, y cortamos de inmediato. Cada cual pagó lo suyo y la llevé a su apartamento por última vez. Hubo una presentación de ventas que iba a representar una ganancia considerable, pero Nacho comenzó a ausentarse de las reuniones y el cliente se impacientó hasta que perdimos el negocio. Un supervisor de la compañía matriz se enojó mucho, y lo despidió sin llamar la atención. Supimos que se entregó a la bebida, y tal vez, a sustancias más fuertes, pero no lo vimos más. La corporación envió al vicepresidente otra vez, quien nos anunció: - Sé del esfuerzo que pusieron en esta compañía, pero no es suficiente. Tengo que cerrar esta sucursal, y aunque pueden presentarse a las oficinas centrales, no les garantizo nada. El experimento fracasó así sin más. Tuvimos suerte en conseguir empleo en otra cosa, y ya no trabajaríamos juntos otra vez. Pedro y Vanessa permanecieron juntos, y tan pronto él ganó un ascenso, se casaron. Al invitarnos, los grandes ausentes fueron Nacho y Emily, quien iba a ser madrina, pero en el último minuto, escogieron a una hermana de la novia para que ella y yo flanqueáramos a los novios mientras hacían los votos nupciales. Tras la ceremonia, tomé un tren hacia la ciudad, sin esperar por la recepción. Sólo los volví a ver en ocasiones especiales, como el nacimiento de sus hijos, e intercambiábamos correo electrónico muy esporádicamente. Dejé las ventas y me moví a apoyo técnico. Mi nuevo trabajo fue más difícil, y me dejaba menos tiempo para vida social. Mi itinerario incluía los sábados y hasta tuve que ponerme a disposición casi veinticuatro horas. Fue mejor así, para no tener que pensar en mi vida anterior. Pero una tarde, recibí un mensaje de texto que no reconocí, indicándome que esperara en el aeropuerto. Me di cuenta de que al terminar mi turno en la compañía, me quedaría poco tiempo para recibir la llegada del personaje misterioso. Fui sin prisa, pero con mucha curiosidad. Encontré un lugar desde donde vería a los pasajeros tomar sus respectivos equipajes, y en el tumulto de personas saludándose, yo no sería visto. Debí haberlo sabido, o al menos, intuido, pero no quise cifrar esperanzas. Me moví hacia la salida, presa de la impaciencia y entonces oí que me llamaba alguien: - ¡Gabyyyy! ¡Esa voz! Mi corazón se oprimió y corrí nerviosamente, lloroso y con una erección enloquecedora. Al abrazarla, con voz ahogada por el llanto inesperado, repetí su nombre: - ¡Emilyyyy! Dejamos caer sus maletas, y los demás en la fila nos apresuraron a gritos. Recobramos un poco de compostura y recogimos nuestro reguero para abordar mi viejo automóvil, lo que arrancó más lágrimas nostálgicas de mi amiga. Cuando me senté al volante, con ella a mi lado, mis nervios no me permitían emprender la marcha. Entre en broma y en serio, me lamenté: - ¿Por qué dejaste que llorara? Ella emitió un chillido de emociones en conflicto, y giró para besar mis labios. Me soltó pronto para que yo pudiese serenarme. Tratamos de conversar en el camino, pero nada coherente salió de nuestros labios. La llevé a mi nuevo apartamento y allí nos pudimos expresar mejor: - ¿Qué has hecho con tu vida, Gabriel? - Cambié de trabajo, ahora doy apoyo técnico a computadoras. Pagan más, pero hay que dejar el pellejo... ¿Y tú? - Yo entré al campo de la belleza, y también he progresado. Ahora, dirijo el canal de distribución en este distrito. ¿Quieres ver cuánto he crecido? Al decir esto, se quitó su blusa de seda y me mostró que se había agrandado los senos a una copa C. Murmuré: - ¡Me matarás de un infarto! Y exclamó: - ¡Espera a que termine contigo! Invadió mi boca con su lengua mucho más expertamente, y de la forma que revoloteamos sobre nuestros cuerpos, ni sentí mi ropa desaparecer. Si antes sus pezones me fascinaban, ahora me traían hipnotizado. Los lamí, chupé y hasta mordí. Acaricié su vulva ardiente mientras la depositaba sobre el sofá, y luego, ella se sentó sobre mi pene, sin usar condón. Se restregó muchas veces para lubricarlo, y me reclinó mientras me besaba y me restregaba sus "implantadas" contra mi rostro. Movió sus caderas para insertarse mi miembro viril, pero se sintió un poco raro. Al ver cómo ella subía y bajaba, noté que su vagina permaneció vacía: ¡Ella se estaba penetrando el ano! Le acaricié el clítoris, pero pronto, tomó mis antebrazos, para apartar mis manos. Ella misma hallaba el placer sin tocarse, y el estremecimiento me estimuló a contribuir con mi semen a este reencuentro. Mientras perdí mi erección, se fue recostando contra mi pecho, y me besó para dormirnos juntos allí mismo. Al despertar, me volvió a comentar: - Todos estos meses, sufrí mucho. Claro, obtuve mi éxito profesional, pero no fui feliz. Ni siquiera me costeé los implantes... Yo deduje que fue un caballero quien se los pagó. Ella prosiguió: - El era mayor, pero aunque nos amábamos, no duramos mucho. Era más como si me exhibiera ante su círculo de amistades. El me introdujo al mercado de los cosméticos, pero no me supo apreciar, ni profesionalmente ni en el plano amoroso. Me vi forzada a renunciar, y pronto fui contratada por una corporación competidora, ¡hasta con mejor sueldo y beneficios! Incluso, le envié un cheque por el costo de la operación, que él aún no se ha dignado en cobrar. El traslado no fue tanto para huir de él, sino para hallarte a ti. - ¡Pero si tú nunca te comunicaste conmigo...! ¿Cómo supiste que vivo aquí? - Por Pedro y Vanessa. Les contesté, disculpándome por no haber asistido a su boda, y ellos me informaron acerca de ti. - ¡Me hace tan feliz el que me hayas encontrado! - Debimos habernos dicho que nos amamos... - No lo sabíamos... - Sí lo sabíamos, pero ambos tuvimos miedo, ante la situación precaria en que nos encontrábamos todos. No te culpo, y espero que tú tampoco a mí... - ¿Cómo podría? Ya eso no importa, ahora estamos juntos... - ¡Para siempre! - ¡Para siempre! Designated Driver Daniel and Jennifer had been best friends since their freshman year in high school. Although their relationship started off rocky, they learned to respect each other's differences and eventually love each other like best friends tend to do. Jennifer had always thought of Daniel as cute and a total sweetheart, he played tennis and was quite good at it; he was the ultimate preppy boy at school. Blonde hair blue eyes, charming personality and the only child, so he usually got everything he wanted. Jennifer was more outgoing, pretty, cheerleader, general social butterfly, and even though Daniel was more of a loner, they still managed to maintain a strong bond. It wasn't until their senior year that their relationship began to get shaken up. Daniel has gotten a girlfriend, and not only that, but it was a girl that Jennifer hated, by the name of Kay. Everyone at school saw Kay as bitchy and possessive, but they put up with her because she was Daniel's girlfriend. Jennifer, however, did no such thing, and in return she and Daniel began to grow apart…that is until Prom Night. Prom was just over and everyone was at Kevin's house for the bonfire, and after party. The parties were always at Kevin's house, but this was the first one that Daniel had attended without Kay. Jennifer was ecstatic that Kay wasn't there and that she would actually get to hang out with her best friend again before they graduated. Jennifer had never seen Daniel drink before, and was very shocked to see him down a couple of beers at the party. They sat down at talked, but she didn't mention it, she just thought to herself that it's no big deal, I mean he is 18. Everyone at the party was getting pretty wasted, but Jenn had no intention of getting trashed, she had been chatting with a few semi sober people by the fire when Daniel asked her to take a ride with him to play Designated Driver. Jenn agreed and then thought to herself about Daniel's drinking, she asked him if he was ok, and he assured her that he had only had those two beers an hour ago, and that he was fine. She believed him and got in the car. After they had dropped off their first load, they began to head back to the party. Jenn was so glad to have this alone time with her friend, so she grabbed his hand and held it tight and she told him that she was happy that Kay wasn't here so they could hang out like old times. Daniel agreed with Jenn and he kissed her hand. Just then Daniel passed their turn to go back to the party, Jenn asked him if he knew where he was going, and Daniel said he was taking the back way, it was a little longer, so they could talk. Jenn smiled to herself, and decided to make her Senior Prom night one to remember. She had never done anything bad before and she wanted a taste of naughty. Jenn casually asked Daniel "have you ever received road head?" Daniel said no, thinking nothing of it since they talked about sex before, it was no big deal. Jenn reached over the armrest and undid Daniel's belt and began unzipping his zipper. Daniel looked down and asked Jenn "what are you doing? You're joking right, what's up with you?" Jenn replied, "I wanna be bad." With that, Daniel lifted the arm rest and allowed Jenn free access to his crotch. Jenn began to massage Daniel's penis with her hands careful not to get him too aroused since he was still driving. She looked up at him and asked if he was ok, and he just nodded sedately. Jenn smiled to herself as she unleashed Daniel's penis from his boxers and slowly began to lower her mouth on it. She took special care to make little circles around the head of the penis while lightly squeezing his balls. Daniel moaned with pleasure above her and began to drive slower. Jenn increased her up and down motion and softly sucked on Daniel's penis while using her tongue to stimulate him on the underside of his shaft. The rush of giving head while driving was getting Jenn excited and she began to suck faster and harder, she squeezed harder on his aching balls almost begging him to cum in her mouth. Daniel moved one hand off the wheel to guide Jenn's bobbing head to the tempo that would get him off. Jenn could taste his precum and it was getting her so aroused that she had to stick one hand down her own pants to calm herself down. Daniel halted to a stop at a red-light while Jenn received his delicious load of cum in her mouth and down her throat; she licked it up hungrily and swallowed every bit. Once the car resumed movement, Jenn sat up, fastened Daniel's pants and put the arm rest back down. They were back at the party and she had to look normal. She wiped a drop of cum off her lips and licked it off her finger, and then she leaned over to Daniel and said, "every time you see Kay, I want you to think of that." Daniel's reply was to grab her and pull her into the back seat; "I never thought that we would be like this, but you did me a favor, so it's only right that I give you one in return," Daniel's whispered in her ear. Jenn pulled him onto her and began kissing him passionately, but Daniel wasted no time and moved one hand to her breast, and the other down her pants. Jenn was already pretty wet from the car ride, and so it was easy access for Daniel's fingers. He was a bit more experienced than Jenn and he knew that girls love their clit to be played with, so he began making circles with his thumb while sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy. Jenn had never done anything like this before and was in complete paradise, so she just closed her eyes and moaned softly. Daniel pulled Jenn's shorts down to her ankles and put her legs on his shoulders and then diving in to her hot awaiting pussy. He lapped up her juices and darted his tongue in and out of her hole while still massaging her clit. He could feel her muscles begin to quiver and her moaning got louder and quicker, so he squeezed her nipples, and sped up his tongue fucking until she came over and over again in his mouth. He quickly licked up her cum, each time touching her clit with his tongue sending another shock wave through her body. He pulled Jenn's shorts back up and fastened them, and right before he stepped out of the car, he said "every time you see Kay, I want you to think of that." Designated Driver My name is Gabriel. I work at a small sales company. One Friday afternoon, shortly before closing, I listened to my workmates comment among them: "What are we going to do tonight?" Ignacio and Emily, the hottest couple at the company, suggested: "Let's go to Destiny'!" The guys welcomed the idea, because this is a very trendy club or disco in the city. Peter, a quite cheerful young guy, responded worried: "But, Iggy, last week, we got in a fight there, and also, we were fined for DUI upon leaving there." Vanessa, Peter's girlfriend, said: "Let's ask Gabby to be our designated driver." Iggy interrupted: "But that guy doesn't like to drink nor have a good time. He is only a nerd'." The remark bothered me a lot. I am not so ugly, but since in my family there are a few alcoholics, I dislike drinking and drugs in general. I wanted to tell him off, but the other girl cut in, saying: "That's why he is perfect. He must only drive round trip." And turning toward me, she begged me jokingly: "Do you cheer up? Please!" And immediately, somebody waved the key of an SUV in front of my eyes, so now, they take me along as designated driver. Upon arriving, a "bouncer" almost seven feet tall, more than 200 pounds, and very bad face, received us, but the workmates explained to him: "Tonight we won't cause problems. We even brought a designated driver." He looked at me closely, because I don't go to "Destiny" nor any other club. He talked to somebody through a "walkie-talkie," and finally, he allowed us inside. Once inside, they all ordered their favorite drinks to warm up, then got us in a table, and we ordered a light dinner, to accompany more drinks. The girls exclaimed: "Let's hit the dance floor!" I didn't have a dance partner, so I stayed in my seat. I observed almost all the pretty women accompanied or waiting for their couples. The guys returned to drink more or they exchanged partners for a few quick songs that don't represent a threat to the relationship that each one was having. The girls asked me to dance, but other dancers bump into me and I tripped more than what I danced. I only lasted a minute before seeking refuge in our table, and there I ate hors d'oeuvres and drank soda. The group was dispersed when I already wanted to return, so I had to look for them one by one. At first, they protested, for example, upon asking Vanessa, she told me: "We arrived barely an hour ago!" When I went to Peter, he answered: "Now this is getting good!" Then I went toward Emily, who said: "Tomorrow is not a working day." But she realized that Iggy was not with her, so she looked for me and she told me: "Let's gather the others." I found the other couple again, slowly dancing a romantic ballad, and Emily and I asked them: "Have you seen Iggy?" At first, they said no, but the girlfriend became more impatient that I, so Peter admitted: "Perhaps, he went to the VIP lounge." We went up together, and we found the same "bouncer," who due to a shift rotation, now guards this area of the club. He demanded us: "What are you doing here?!" I don't know if it was Peter, Emily or myself, but one of us asked him: "Do you remember Iggy?" Emily insisted, without giving him time to react: "Have you seen him?" I don't imagine how, but the door opened up, and the Iggy's girl slipped away inside. The "bouncer" and we all followed to stop her, but she stopped dead on her tracks. We saw our friend sitting on a sofa, kissing and fondling two scantily dressed girls, a blonde and a black woman. Peter and Vanessa reacted and pulled us out quickly, so that neither Iggy nor his companions would notice us, and we don't keep bothering the bouncer either. Emily ordered: "Let's go!" Peter responded you: "But what will we do about Iggy?" "He's in good company!" Vanessa made a gesture to her friend to suggest discretion. Emily went out in a hurry toward the parking and we all followed her. Upon getting inside, Emily went to the front seat, and the back. I insisted: "We must wear our safety belts." If upon leaving from the office, they made excuses, this time, they obeyed in silence. We arrived first to where Vanessa and Peter lived together, and upon leaving them, I continued until Emily's apartment, who still didn't live with her man, although until this moment, they made us believe that their relationship was more passionate. Once there, she told me: "Wait for me here." I didn't understand for what reason, and although I already wanted to go to my apartment to try to forget the incident, I had to give in; after all, this was not my car. After almost half an hour, of which I took advantage to look for more pleasant music in the car radio, she returned, already changed into more casual clothes, of jeans, T-shirt and sandals. She also took a small gym bag. He got inside and told me: "Take me to your house. I don't want to stay here by myself." Her proposition baffled me, she being attached, I didn't stand a chance of any "action." I started the vehicle, and without making any comment, I arrived to the complex where I live. She stepped down and I let her into my apartment. I excused myself to go take a shower, and later, I offered her the bedroom so she could rest. She had already taken a shower, so it would be a matter of leaving her alone so she could undress and go to bed; but when I stepped out of the bedroom, she called me: "Gabby, don't leave." I told her: "It's all right, I can sleep in the sofa." "You don't understand! I don't want to sleep alone." I didn't know what say. I began to have erection, but I didn't allow her to notice it, and I breathed deep so I lost it. She continued speaking: "Gabriel, I have drunk and danced a lot, and if I begin to cry, I will feel bad." "But this will pass and you will soon feel better." "Don't... let me cry! Her imperative tone made me turn around, and she said more: "I will feel sick if I cry in this state. Besides, that bastard doesn't deserve my tears. Help me!" She convinced me and I ran to stand before her, and she embraced to me. Her breathing was forced, because she made a supreme effort to control her emotions. She whispered again: "Don't you allow me to cry." I wondered, without voicing it: "How do I do this? What do I have to do so you don't have to cry?" At first, her gaze was low, but soon met mine, and she read my concern in my eyes. I was more afraid than she was. But she moved her lips toward mine, and I still smelled the liquors that she had ingested in "Destiny." She pressed herself against me very insistently. There was no room for doubt: she demanded a kiss from me. She rubbed her lips until I opened mine, and she sook for caresses from them. She whispered: "Such sweet flavor!" And she continued kissing me until I matched her rhythm. She hinted at when to rotate my face to find more pleasure. She commented to me: "You dance nicely!" But there was no music, only kisses. She dropped on the bed, and she pulled me toward her. I became unstuck and my face hovered over hers, and I could still feel the tingle of her kisses. She got up a little and she took off the "sweater," revealing some small but round breasts, since she didn't wear a bra. She also removed my shirt, before unbuttoning her denim pants, and she told me: "Now, you pull them off." She even took my wrists so that I hooked my fingers in her waist, and releasing me was the signal for me to pull and undress her, because she didn't wear panties either. She also pulled my pants off, which stopped around my ankles, but I didn't move, enraptured in the face of such revelation of beauty. Then she surrounded my cheeks with her delicate hands, and I admitted to her: "I need to taste your tits." She smiled and I proceeded to fondle and kiss her nipples. She cheered me on, saying: "That's it, suck me well. Wash the flavor of that traitor off my skin." I licked and sucked desperately, in case this was a dream. She reached her bag, but the intense pleasure didn't let her find anything in there. I grabbed her ribs, to stop her convulsions, that were not of resistance but of ecstasy (sexual, not the drug). She demanded: "Go on, go on. All the way down!" And she raised her thighs and then separated them, as if to guide my face toward her vulva. I licked it slowly, to get used to that flavor, difficult to describe with words. Soon I preferred to devote my attention to kiss and suck her clitoris, where I gave in to my frenzy. She howled and bucked her hips, and when her orgasm passed, she took out a condom from her bag, and urged me: "Hurry, put it on and fuck me now!" She began to put it on me herself and I finished adjusting it, to penetrate the most succulent vagina that I have tasted. Upon hitting bottom with my penis, she contracted her muscles, to slow me down and to look for one last kiss, already using tongues, in order to increase the excitement that was already high. I caressed her breasts a little more and I began my sway. At first, I allowed myself to pump quickly, but she held me back with her hands on my abdomen, but when I adapted to a slow rhythm, she shook their hips again and urged me: "Harder, big daddy!" I accelerated again, and even so, she matched my lunges. We exchanged groans and lustful grimaces, until the semen sprouted of both genitals like rivers of fire. Then, we embraced close until our bodies stopped trembling and we relaxed. My penis lost its erection, being ejected from her vagina, and we fell asleep until feeling the cold of the night and we had to wake up to use the toilet. At dawn, we washed, and I saw that she felt guilty, but said nothing. I went along with her to pick up my little car, and she drove away as soon as I found mine in the parking lot of the office. I returned to my usual weekend activities without anyone calling me or in any way attracting attention to the events of Friday night. **** On Monday, we came in the office as usual, and during the morning, we let ourselves be absorbed into the routine, but in the afternoon, when I believed that the matter was already forgotten, I heard voices from a cubicle near mine: Iggy said: "Why didn't you wait for me, Emily?" Furious, Emily replied him: "You know very well why we did it! Very clearly I warned you: if I find out that you cheat on me, I would leave you!" "I was not doing anything...!" "But we all saw you...!" And I felt how Iggy threw her toward my cubicle with a shove. I got up, but Peter was better placed and stopped his friend by an arm, while Vanessa and I picked up Emily in order to sit her down. Vanessa stood to face the aggressor, and that worried Peter, who pulled with more force to move him away from her. I had to leave Emily and pull the other girl away so she wouldn't worsen things. Iggy insisted: "You all think you're so tough! I had to pay for all that we consumed. It was an abuse what you did to me!" Emily grunted: "Suits you fine!" Iggy wanted to throw another blow to her but Peter twisted him even more, but to appease him, he told him: "Tell us how much you spent, and we will pay it, but would you please calm down?!" Although Iggy was taller and more muscular than Peter, who was a little obese, he knew how to defend himself, since he only had to maintain the pressure, like a wrestler. Even so, Iggy shook to release himself, which took him less than a minute, but at least, he didn't continue toward his former girlfriend, but he rather went out to take some fresh air. Peter was going to reproach Vanessa, but he kept quiet. She approached with caution, but upon making contact, she embraced him and she congratulated him: "You were magnificent. I love you!" He gave her a quick kiss, while he looked at Emily and me with pity, because he didn't find out yet what I did with my co-worker and believed that he inconvenienced us with his display of affection toward his lady. Iggy returned to work and a tense calm reigned over all of us. The merry comradeship was broken and we stopped going out together for some time, knowing that in "Destiny," we would never be welcome again. I went out to have dinner with Emily, but our conversation was excessively sincere. I told her: "I know that what happened between us the other night could not be love." "You're right. I did it to let Iggy know that we had is gone." "But did you tell him?" "He must have realized it by now. Anyhow, it was only not to stay alone feeling sorry for myself." "I'm aware of that." "If it weren't for the fact that we work together, we should not see each other again." "I understand it." "Let me tell you that I will move out of my apartment, so that neither you nor Iggy look for me ever again." "Take my phone number, in case you need anything." "I hope I don't need it, but thank you. I will take note." I made a brief call so that my number would appear on the screen of her cellular or mobile phone, and we hung up immediately. Each one paid his check and I drove her to her apartment for one last time. There was a sales presentation that was going to represent a considerable profit, but Iggy began to be absent from the meetings and the client grew impatient and withdrew the offer. A supervisor of the main company got very angry, and he fired him without drawing attention. We knew that he surrendered to drinking, and perhaps, to stronger substances, but we didn't see him anymore. The corporation sent the vice-president again, who announced us: "I am aware of the effort that you all put in this company, but it is not enough. I have to close this branch, and although you could come to the central offices, I don't guarantee anything." The experiment failed just like that. We were lucky in getting employment in anything else, but we would no longer work together again. Peter and Vanessa remained together, and as soon as he earned a promotion, they got married. Upon inviting us, the most noticeable absentees were Iggy and Emily, who was chosen as bridesmaid, but at the last minute, they chose the bride's sister so that she and I would flank the couple while they exchanged nuptial vows. After the ceremony, I took a train back to the city, without waiting for the reception. I only saw them again on special occasions, as the birth of their children, and we exchanged e-mail very sporadically. I left sales and I moved to technical support. My new work was difficult, and it left me less time for social life. My schedule included Saturdays and I even had to be on call almost twenty-four hours a day. It was better like that, not having time to think about my previous life. But one afternoon, I received a text message that I didn't recognize, telling me to wait for somebody in the airport. I realized that my shift would be over shortly before the arrival, I would have little time to receive the arrival of the mysterious character. I drove without hurry, but with much curiosity. I found a place from where I could see the passengers taking their respective suitcases, and in the crowd of people greeting family or friends, I would not be seen. I should have known, or at least, sensed, but I didn't want to harbor hopes. I moved toward the exit, overcome by impatience and I then heard that somebody called me: "Gabyyyy!" That voice! My heart was oppressed and I ran nervously, tearful and with a maddening erection. Upon hugging her, with voice drowned by the unexpected tears, I repeated her name: "Emilyyyy!" We dropped her luggage, and others in the line shouted at us to hurry up. We recovered a little of poise and we picked up our mess to get my old car, which drew more nostalgic tears from my friend. When I sat at the steering wheel, with her by my side, my nerves didn't allow me to move along. Between joking and seriously, I complained: "Why did you let me cry?" She screeched with emotions in conflict, and she turned to kiss my lips. She let me go quickly so that I could calm down. We tried to talk along the road, but nothing coherent left our lips. I led her to my new apartment, and there, we could better express ourselves: "What have you done with your life, Gabriel?" "I changed jobs, I now give tech support to computers. They pay more, but it is necessary to work harder. And you?" "I went into the beauty business, and I have also progressed. Now, I manage the distribution channel in this district. Do you want to see how much have I grown?" Upon saying this, she took off her silk blouse and she showed me that she had enlarged her breasts to a C-cup. I mumbled: "You will give me a heart attack!" And she exclaimed: "Wait until I finish with you!" She invaded my mouth with her tongue much more expertly, and by the way that we fluttered over our bodies, I didn't feet my clothes disappear. If her nipples fascinated me before, now they hypnotized me. I licked them, I sucked and I even bit them. I caressed her burning vulva while I sat her on the sofa, and then, she sat down on my penis, without using a condom. She rubbed herself many times in order to lubricate me, and she reclined me while she kissed each other and she rubbed her "implants" against my face. She moved her hips to impale herself on my manhood, but it felt a little strange. Upon seeing how she went up and down, I noticed that her vagina remained empty: I was inside her anus! I caressed her clitoris, but soon, she held my forearms, to stop my hands. She found pleasure without touching herself, and her shudder stimulated me to contribute my semen to this reunion. While I lost my erection, she leaned against my chest, and kissed me to sleep together right there. Upon awakening, she explained to me again: "All these months, I suffered a lot. Sure, I obtained my professional success, but I was not happy. I did not even pay for my implants." I figured that it was a gentleman who paid them. She continued: "He was older, but although we loved each other, we didn't last long. It was more as if he paraded me in front of his circle of friends. He introduced me to the cosmetics market, but he didn't know how to appreciate me, neither professionally nor in the loving plane. I had to leave him, and I was soon hired by the competition, with even better salary and benefits! I even sent him a check for the cost of the operation, which he has not yet deigned to cash. The transfer was not so much in order to escape from him, but to find you." "But you never communicated with me...! How did you know that I live here?" "Through Peter and Vanessa. I called them, apologizing for not having attended their wedding, and they informed me about you." "It makes me so happy that you found me!" "We should have said that we loved each other..." "We didn't know that..." "Yes, we did, but we were both afraid, facing the tough situation in which we all were. I don't blame you, and I hope that you don't blame me either." "How could I? That doesn't matter anymore, we are now together." "Forever!" "Forever!" Designated Driver Author's Note: Thanks for reading! When finished, please take a few seconds and rate this story - one click is all it takes. And, if you have a minute, leave me feedback and tell me what you liked or didn't like about it. Cheers! So, I come home from work and the party's in full swing. Dan and Amanda have a bunch of their old high school friends over: Eric, Brent, Joann, Kurt, Linda, and Mia, and some others I'm introduced to but whose names I quickly forget. I feel a little put out but remind myself I am a guest living at their house and I should just roll with it. I'm tired and I was looking forward to hitting the sack and getting some much needed sleep, but Mia's here and I decide to take one for the team. You see, Amanda has been playing matchmaker and trying to get us together for the past few weeks and I've been putting her off, but now it seems she's taking a more direct approach. I excuse myself and go upstairs to change out of my chef's uniform and take a quick shower and shave. Spending nine hours in a kitchen on a busy Saturday night has a way of permeating my clothes, my hair, and even my skin with all sorts of cooking odors. As I clean up I find myself eager and, frankly, a little nervous to talk to Mia. I mean, I've known her for a couple of years but I've never really talked to her, since I was married and she was living with Steve. What can I tell you about her? She's short, about 5'2", petite, has nice curves about her hips and chest, cute face, wavy short brown hair, dark brown eyes and an incredible smile, the kind of smile that touches her entire face. And she has a personality that can brighten any room. She's always been friendly towards me but, truth is, she's friendly to everyone. I don't want you to take that the wrong way; what I mean is, she's a nice person and she's nice to me. In other words, she's nothing like Rachel. I see the grimace on my face reflected in the mirror at this thought. It's been about a year but ever since I got back I've been thinking of her constantly. I guess being back in Neuwunder has brought all of the old wounds to the surface. It would be nice to be able to go at least a few hours without thinking about her. I don't know why I get so down on myself when I think of Rachel; maybe it's that I can't get past the fact someone who once loved me doesn't anymore. I had this foolish idea that love was supposed to last forever, but Rachel killed that notion when she tore my heart out. I contemplate succumbing to self-pity and crawling into bed to wallow in my misery, but then, I don't know what, if anything, Amanda has told Mia about tonight and I don't want to start off on the wrong foot. I swallow my pain and pull on jeans and a clean shirt before heading downstairs to fish a beer out of the fridge. I survey the living room full of thirty-some year olds and right away I notice the women are all on one side of the room having an animated but hushed conversation while the guys are (too) loudly discussing sports. It appears Joann has been crying, and Brent is quiet and looking pissed off. I'm no relationship genius but I figure Brent and Joann are on the outs after four years of marriage. I join the discussion about the football draft to blend in, nursing my beer. It no longer tastes good to me, the mood in the room has soured it somehow. Mia and Joann are best friends and my chances of hitting it off with Mia tonight are now approximately zero since she will be tending to Joann and offering emotional support. Dan heads to kitchen to mix some drinks and I go with him. As he fixes another round of Cosmopolitans for the girls, he confirms my suspicion: Joann is leaving Brent. I have questions but don't ask, for instance, why is Brent here? I suspect it's to ruin Joann's evening, that's just the kind of guy he can be at times. I notice Dan is making the drinks double size. Amanda walks in and corners me, telling me to talk to Mia. I make the observation that Mia is preoccupied with Joann so now is probably not the best time to hit on her. Amanda sighs and reluctantly agrees before forcing a tray loaded with Cosmos on me and telling me to take them to the girls. I navigate the living room and approach them and, thankfully, they're not talking about the breakup at the moment so they don't need to stop when I walk up. I offer the tray of drinks and everyone takes one. Joann drains half her glass in a couple of gulps and I see her eyes are wet. Mia's eyes are red like she's been crying, too, but she sips her drink at a slower pace. Aside from her eyes, she looks good tonight, wearing tight black jeans and a snug black blouse that accentuates her breasts. The top few buttons are undone exposing smooth, creamy white skin. I say my hellos and make a little small talk with the group, mostly about the restaurant. Mia is watching me closely, flashing me her dazzling smile, so I make most of my eye contact with her. I get the feeling she's flirting with me, but I also think she's a little wasted and I consider that it may just be the alcohol talking. After a few minutes, Joann excuses herself and abruptly pulls Mia by the hand towards the bathroom. I head back to the men-folk wondering where I left my beer. I talk with the guys about the last World Series, the NFL season and even hockey. I've been out of the loop so I'm not too integral to the conversation and also I'm thinking about Mia. She's like that, you know, she gets in your mind and you can't help but think about her. A half hour later, Brent leaves and although he's plastered, I don't worry about him – his house is just down the street and he walked over. I go searching for my beer and wander into the kitchen to find it sitting on the counter at room temperature, next to Kurt and Linda, who are going at it. He has her pinned against the stove, their mouths locked in a wide open kiss, their hands pawing at each other's body, her leg wrapped around his body. Linda has her hands on his ass, squeezing mightily. Usually the more they drink, the more publicly affectionate they become. I don't say a word; I walk past them and retrieve my beer. They don't seem to mind. I take a sip of warm beer as I wander back into the living room and the crowd has thinned to just the core group. Mia, Joann, and Amanda are huddled together on the couch while Eric and Dan talk music over by the stereo. Amanda sees me coming and peels Joann away from Mia and heads for the bedroom, leaving Mia alone. Gee, now looks like a good time so I walk over to her. Her face lights up and I'm feeling better about my chances already. I sit in a chair next to her, but as I open my mouth to something charming and witty, something that will make her want to take me home and make passionate love to me, the Clash's London Calling starts blaring from the speakers and Dan and Eric are high-fiving each other and pronouncing it the best song ever. Fucking hopeless, now, to try and talk to her. Mia motions to my beer and I hand it over. She takes a healthy swig before handing it back, and makes a face because it's warm. I lean into her so she can hear me over the music. Our knees touch and I catch the scent of her hair; she smells nice. She leans in too, and exposes some cleavage in the process. "Sorry, I orphaned it a while back and I hate to waste anything," I yell over the din. She laughs and puts her hand on my arm, and I'm getting a warm feeling inside - I think she really digs me. Kurt and Linda plop down on the couch, their clothes and hair looking a bit disheveled and the song ends. Mercifully, Dan turns the volume down, but before I can say anything to Mia, Linda asks me about my trip. Apparently, Amanda didn't give them the memo about letting Mia and me have some alone time. I sit back a little bit, but our knees are still touching. In fact, Mia's pressing her knee firmly against mine. I give her a smile, searching for a way to get Mia alone without sounding too obvious, but now Kurt jumps in. Eric and Dan sit in chairs opposite me and join in the conversation. I catch Mia's eye and she gives a private smile, and takes my beer and finishes it off as Amanda and Joann come back. Everyone wants to know what it was like, being at the South Pole. I'm feeling self-conscious talking about it because I know some guys use it as a cheap ploy to pick up women, and I don't want to use any cheap ploys on Mia or seem like I'm using a cheap ploy; I want her to like me for me. But, everyone is pressing me for information, including Mia, so I tell them. You see, when everything with Rachel fell apart, I wanted to put as much distance between me and her, so I figured I'd go to the bottom of the world. An old friend from cooking school told me about it a while back so I thought, why not. I filled out an application, submitted my medical and dental forms, and was hired. The following October I stepped off a military cargo plane and onto an alien world where the temperature was -60F. Fortunately, the cafeteria was in the newly constructed station so I spent my 60 working hours per week in a thoroughly modern and well heated kitchen. My sleeping quarters were also in the station so I rarely had to venture outside, except to walk over to old station which we used as dry food storage. Time passed quickly and the following February I spent two weeks vacationing in New Zealand on my way back home. All in all, not a bad way to get away from your problems. Anyway, I tell them about my trip, answer their questions, and promise to show them pictures. Their curiosities satisfied, several people start making noise about leaving and a big discussion ensues over who is fit to drive and who isn't. The serious side of me kicks in and I'm sizing up everyone to see if they're sober enough, and in my professional opinion, none of them are. Except me, of course. I don't mind being the designated driver. In fact, I was hoping I could drive Mia home, but five people would be more of a bus service. Dan offers to drive but, in reality, he's blitzed, too. Some start performing sobriety tests on the others and they're all failing miserably and laughing about it. I do the math and the logistics and I figure how to get everyone home safe and sound, and maybe get some alone time with Mia. "Okay, okay!" I say loudly to be heard over the laughter. "I'll drive. I've only had half a beer in the last hour and a half so I'm the only one who's sober. Plus I have a van which everyone can fit in." Why does a divorced guy with no kids drive a minivan, you ask? I bought it for catering jobs. And to pick up soccer moms and their broods - very sexy. Dan agrees with me and after a brief half-hearted argument everyone is on board with the plan. I hadn't thought through Joann's situation, though, and Mia tells me she's staying at her place. I feel a bit deflated, but I really shouldn't have expected Jo to go back to her house after she's decided to leave Brent. I put on my best face and go upstairs to get my jacket. I decide to brush my teeth, just in case, but I know it's just wishful thinking. Goodbyes are made, and as I leave, Amanda grabs me and whispers in my ear that they won't wait up. I give her my best 'I'm-really-disappointed-in-you' frown and walk outside. Kurt and Linda pile into the van first, taking the third row in back. Mia helps Joann into one of the middle seats and sits next to her. Jo's not looking too good and I begin to worry she's going to barf in my van. Eric climbs into the front passenger seat and we're off. I stick to my original plan of dropping Eric off first, then Kurt and Linda, and finally Mia and Joann. It's semi-plausible in that Eric lives to the south and the rest are all on the north side of Neuwunder. In reality, it would make the most sense to drop Eric off last, but nobody seems to notice. I get Eric home safely and turn the van towards Kurt and Linda's, who are suddenly feeling frisky in the back seat. The passing street lights give me brief glimpses in the rear view mirror of them locked in a fierce kiss, their hands roaming. I divide my attention between the road and them and soon see Kurt's hand on Linda's breast. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable about the situation as we have about a 20 minute drive ahead of us. I wonder how far they'll take it. A few minutes later and Kurt's hand is gone and I relax a little, but then I see it's up under her shirt. I check Mia's reaction in the mirror, and although she can hear them kissing, she pretends not to notice and looks out the side window instead. Jo has fallen asleep. The van is quiet except for the sounds of necking. I miss Eric, he never stops talking. I decide to ignore Kurt and Linda as best as possible but I can't help but sneaking the occasional peak. We're waiting at a stop light and I hear the faint sound of a zipper being lowered and clothes rustling. I tell myself I only imagined it, but when I check the mirror, I see Linda's arm moving rhythmically up and down in Kurt's lap. As I continue watching she lowers her head. The middle seat blocks my view but I receive confirmation of what's happening from the wet sounds coming from the back. Kurt leans his head back, closes his eyes and moans softly, making Mia turn and look at them. She puts her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle and I realize the light's been green for some time now. I drive on and the light turns yellow as we cross the intersection. The road noise masks the sex sounds, but only a little bit, although I'm sure my mind is making it worse than it really is. Each time I check the mirror, Mia is sneaking peeks at them and now I'm feeling more embarrassed - I should have said or done something earlier and stopped them. I don't want them completing any transactions in my van, and not with Mia watching. I concentrate on getting to their place faster but I can't speed in this part of the county. The sheriff's department out here is notorious for handing out speeding tickets, even if you're 5 miles over. It's all rolled in with their effort to crack down on drunk drivers - they'll pull you over for the slightest infraction and administer a field sobriety test. After an agonizing 10 minutes, I turn into their apartment complex and Linda sits up while Kurt zips up his jeans. I stop in front of their building and they climb out. We all say goodnight and they walk to their door, groping each other and laughing. I pull away and it's quiet in the van and as we sit at a stop sign waiting to turn out of the parking lot, I, and then Mia, burst out laughing. I laugh so hard I have to put the van in park and wait for it pass. I hear Mia undo her seat belt and she climbs over the console to sit in the front seat, and as she climbs over I feel her breast brush against the side of my head, at least I think it was her breast. In my more youthful days, I would have claimed I got to second base. She buckles up and looks at me. "That was weird." "Yeah," I agree. "I'm sorry, if I had known it would lead to that, I would have stopped them." "How?" "I don't know, turned on the interior lights?" She shakes her head and laughs. "I don't think that would have stopped them." I laugh again and pull out into traffic. "Well, I am sorry. I hope it wasn't uncomfortable for you." "Uncomfortable? No, not really. It was more like, I don't know, . . . weirdly fascinating, I guess, like a car crash where you know you shouldn't look but you have this compulsion to, so you do, and once you do you can't look away. And it was . . . somewhat educational. It was the first one I've seen." I turn and look at her with my eyebrows raised in mock surprise. Mia giggles and from the glow of the dashboard lights I can see her face turning red. "Well, at least from that angle, that is . . . you know, live, as a spectator. You know what I mean!" she finishes in an admonishing but flustered tone. We're quiet for a few minutes before my curiosity gets the best of me and I ask, "So, what did you learn?" She blushes again, laughs, and says, "Let's see. Linda is a real pro at it, very enthusiastic, and Kurt has good staying power." She pauses. "Anything else?" "Kurt's penis is, by my judgment, about average size." "Is that so?" She nods. The way she said it, average size is not a bad thing, which makes me feel better because from everything I've ever read, I'm average size. But then, doubt creeps into my mind. What if she's only been around larger than average penises and her idea of what's average is skewed? This thought worries me and we ride in silence for a few minutes. "Is she going to be okay?" I jerk my head back towards Joann, anxious to stop my thoughts from spiraling out of control worrying about the size of my penis. "Yeah, I think so. Brent showing up unexpectedly was a real shock, so she's had a rough night and drank way too much. She'll be hurting tomorrow morning for sure." I don't ask why they're breaking up, I don't want to go down that road and dredge up my own painful memories. I'm feeling good at the moment, better than I've felt since, when? The last sixteen months, maybe? Mia is the reason. I feel comfortable, relaxed around her. The nervousness I had before is completely gone, which is a major accomplishment for me. Usually, I'm so nervous around girls I like I overanalyze everything and feel miserable on the first date. Not that this is a first date, per se, but it is an intimate setting, all things considered. I pull into her driveway and turn off the engine. We sit in the darkness for a few moments, not talking. I don't think either of us is ready to say goodnight but neither of us has a plan to prolong the night. Finally, I look back at Jo. "Want help getting her inside?" I offer. "Thanks, that'd be great." We get out and Mia goes over to unlock the front door while I tend to Joann. I shake her gently, telling her she's home. She mumbles something indecipherable and tries to curl up in the seat. I unbuckle her belt and Mia tries to help me get her on her feet, but Joann is really passed out. Wanting to show off for Mia how strong I am, I decide to carry Jo inside. She's weighs around 120 lbs. but right now it's all dead weight. I manage to scoop her up in my arms and out of the van. Mia leads the way, holding the front door for me. I walk in, kick off my shoes and start for the couch before Mia stops me. "No, let's put her in the spare bedroom upstairs," she says, climbing the stairs. I groan inwardly and follow, my back protesting under the strain, and manage to make it up to the bedroom without staggering. I lay Joann on the bed and Mia starts unlacing her left boot, and I do the same with the right. I figure we're through, but Mia unzips Joann's coat so I help get her up into a sitting position and Mia removes it. I'm about to lay her down but Mia tells me Joann will be grateful we undressed her if she throws up in the middle of the night. I hold Jo up while Mia unbuttons her blouse and works her arms out, and before I can say a word of protest, Mia unhooks Jo's bra and slides it off. "It sucks sleeping in a bra," she says simply. I lay Jo down and try not to look at her chest. Mia is working on her jeans, trying to tug them off. I give her a hand and, as we pull, Jo's breasts are jiggling with each tug. I pretend I don't notice. Mia stands, looks down at Jo and sighs audibly. "Doesn't she have the most perfect tits you've ever seen? I'd kill for a pair like that." Just like with a car crash, I'm unable to help myself and I look (for what feels like an eternity), and mumble 'very nice.' Yeah, I agree that 'very nice' is lame and inadequate but what should I say to a girl I might possibly sleep with soon, if not tonight? Your best friend's breasts are incredible? Magnificent? Because that's what they are! Mia's right - they are perfect, perfect in every way. But no way am I telling her that. Designated Driver "Shit!" she exclaims, looking around. "We left Jo's bag in the trunk of my car, which is back at your place. I'll go find something for her to sleep in," and she walks out. Here I am, alone with Joann who is clad only in her panties. Jo, I should explain, is gorgeous, about 5'5", short blond hair, good size breasts and is a hard body. She's an aerobics instructor, and while I've never given aerobics much thought, I'd gladly take a class with her up at the front leading the exercises in her leotards. I try not to look at her body and fail, just like with a car accident. I see her panties are pulled down from us taking off her jeans, and wisps of blond pubic hair show at the top. I haven't been this close to a naked pussy in over a year and suddenly, my jeans feel too tight in the crotch. I want to slip a finger inside a leg opening and push the cottony material aside. I want to run my fingers lightly through her pubic hair and trace the outer folds of her lips. I want . . . I want to do a lot of things, but I don't. I pull her panties up and turn my back on her. When Mia returns, I'm hanging Joann's clothes carefully over the back of a chair. "Let's sit her up," she suggests, so I help again and as I hold her up one of Jo's breast rests on my forearm. Mia pulls a long t-shirt over Jo's head, we get her arms in the sleeves and lay her down. Mia pulls the covers up and turns out the light. We head downstairs and stand in the living room. The scene up in the bedroom puts me a little off my game and I stand there, not knowing what to do next. This is the most bizarre first date I've ever had, if you can call this a date. Mia invites me to sit, so we head for the couch. I hang my jacket on the coat rack and sit first, at one end and she sits next to me, our bodies separated by a few inches. Suddenly, my nervousness is back and all my senses are jangling. We make small talk and I'm starting to sound like an idiot and it takes all my will power to not babble. I'm getting the vibe that Mia's getting impatient and we lapse into silence. She shifts her position and now we're even closer. My elbow is resting on the back of the couch between us so I put my hand on her shoulder and she turns and smiles. She's waiting with her eyes half closed and I lean in. Her lips are soft, warm, moist, inviting. She keeps her eyes closed the entire kiss - I know because I peek. My left arm moves around her shoulders, my right hand to her face, my fingertips lightly brushing her skin. She's a fantastic kisser. Her lips part slightly and I run my tongue softly across her lips and her tongue greets mine. I feel her hand on my thigh, rubbing and her other hand runs through my hair. We kiss for a long time and it gets to the point where we either have to move forward or stop right here. I opt to move forward and run my right hand down her face, down her neck, moving lower to her chest, and I'm alert for the slightest indication that she'll stop me. There's no such signal, my hand finds her breast and it's full and firm, and I can feel her nipple poking through her bra. In response, her hand moves higher up my thigh, and my jeans feel tight again. I want to take it further, to roam her body, explore, but my conscience nags me. She's had quite a bit to drink tonight and I wonder how much of this is the alcohol and how much is her free will? I turn this over in my mind, worrying. The kiss breaks and we come up for air. Our foreheads touch as I sigh heavily. I know what I should do. "Mia?" She nods once. "I think I should leave before we do something we might regret later." Mia hugs me tightly and half-heartedly agrees. We stand and she walks me to the door. We stop and she stands on her tiptoes to hug me again. She moves her body against mine and I feel her soft curves with my body. We're a good fit and I pull her tighter against me. Her head turns slightly and I close my eyes as her lips brush against my ear and she whispers her thanks. She crushes her body closer to mine and I'm afraid she'll feel my arousal. I shift my position so it's not so obvious but Mia shifts too and presses her body against me right at that spot, and I know that not only is she not offended by it but she is also seeking it. "Stay," she says in a soft voice. "Yeah? You sure?" and she nods. Mia turns off the light in the living room and leads me by the hand up the stairs to her bedroom. It's dark but there's enough streetlight spilling through the window that we can see. We kiss next to the bed, standing, my hands cupping her face, her hands on my waist pulling me close. I move my hand down and find her breast; the soft mound of flesh fills my hand and I run my thumb over her nipple and she shudders. Her hands tug and free my shirt from my jeans, pushing my shirt up and exposing my chest. She kisses me there, soft and wet, and her tongue plays with my nipples. I'm so turned on I can feel my pulse pounding in my engorged member. I pull my shirt off and she maneuvers me to the bed. As I lie back, she's on all fours above me, her lips following mine all the way down until my head touches the pillow. My hands run over her back, down to her buttocks as she lightly sucks on my tongue. Her hips move in a small rocking motion, grinding her crotch against my erection. Mia sits up, her hands on my stomach and continues to move her hips while I unbutton her blouse. With the last button undone, I push her shirt off her shoulders down to her elbows and see creamy white skin in the pale light. My hands go to her ripe breasts automatically, squeezing. She closes her eyes and makes an 'mmmmm' sound, her body rocking slowly. With my fingers I slide her bra straps down her arms and pull down the front of her bra giving me access, my hands caressing the naked flesh of her breasts, my fingers rubbing her hard nipples. Mia lets out a soft moan. I watch her as she moves, her eyes closed, her head tilted to one side, biting her lip, her hands clutching at my stomach, her elbows pinned to her sides by her shirt, her black blouse framing her white skin, and I know one thing: This is how I will always remember this night. Mia opens her eyes and looks at me. "What?" she asks. "What is it?" I smile at her. "You are so . . . beautiful," I say slowly, drawing out the last word. "Thank you," she whispers, so quietly I barely hear. She leans down and we kiss, a soft kiss at first that becomes more urgent and purposeful. I help her free her arms from her shirt and my fingers fumble with the clasp of her bra. After several attempts I undo one of them and I can feel Mia's lips curl in a smile. "Problem?" she asks between kisses. "No," I say, "it's just . . . damn!" I'm stymied by the lower clasp. Mia laughs, shakes her head and sits up, reaches back and unhooks it with ease, tossing her bra aside. "It's not fair," I protest, "you do that every day so you're in peak condition. I haven't done that in -" I stop, not wanting to finish the sentence. Mia waits for me to go on, but I don't. "In how long?" she prods. "More than a year." She doesn't say anything at first and, thankfully, she doesn't flinch. But she does seem to be in deep thought. "Not even once, at the South Pole?" I shake my head. "The ratio of men to women is about 70-30, and some of the women are there with their husbands, so the ratio of single men to single women is around 80-20. Not good odds for a quiet guy like me." "I find it hard to believe that you didn't hook up at least once." "I was propositioned a few times, once at the Christmas party and a couple of times New Years' Eve, but I don't know, I just didn't feel like it." I wait for a follow up question but there is none. "How about you?" "About four months," and she gives me a small smile. I think back. Four months, that's about when she and Steve broke up, so that means they were having sex up until the end, assuming she didn't cheat on Steve. I find this fascinating since Rachel and I didn't have sex in the last three months we were together. At first I thought it was just another dry spell but then the arguments started and the dry spell became a drought. But I didn't make too much out of it, in fact, I never brought it up and I never complained, to anyone. Our second year of marriage, Rachel went through a bout of depression and didn't feel like having sex. She got professional help and was put on anti-depressants which worked for her depression but one of the side effects of the drugs was low or no sex drive. We went about a year without having sex, and I never complained once. I knew she had a lot to deal with and I didn't want to be another item on her list. With counseling, she eventually got off the medication and everything returned to normal in the bedroom. So I wasn't worried about the latest dry spell, except she didn't seem depressed, just angry. We argued, about stupid things, a lot. I've heard guys say make-up sex is the best kind, but I wouldn't know. "What are you thinking?" "I'm just reflecting on my slump," I say truthfully. "Don't worry," Mia says, her voice slightly husky. "It ends tonight." Her hands run up and down my chest in a kind of light massage, her fingertips lightly pressing from my shoulders to my lower abdomen. Mia moves down a little and her fingers hook in the top of my jeans. I watch her slowly undo each button of my fly and I lift my hips as she pulls my jeans off. She's standing at the foot of the bed and in the semi-darkness with a hungry look on her face. She crawls back onto the bed, one hand running up each leg, past my knees, over my thighs to my briefs. She tugs them down and I shimmy out of them and now I'm lying completely naked before her. Too late now to worry about the size of my manhood. Her hands run up my legs again, getting closer and closer, and my stiff cock twitches in anticipation. Mia runs one hand over it from the base to the tip, lightly caressing it as if it were a pet. Her touch is electric and sends shivers up my spine. I don't know what it is about a woman's touch but it always feels better than my own, and I know my body pretty well. She smiles at my reaction and grips the shaft firmly, bringing her head down. Her tongue snakes out and swirls around the tip and I hold my breath. Her lips kiss down and up the shaft, and she pauses before taking me in her mouth. Her mouth! It feels so good, so warm, so wet. She's no longer holding the shaft; her hands are splayed out, her thumbs and forefingers forming a triangle around the base while her head bobs up and down. She pauses, occasionally, at the tip to massage it with her tongue. Her saliva on my cock shines in the streetlight, and already I feel my orgasm rising up and getting close. My pulse is racing and my breathing quickens. As usual, I worry I'm not going to last very long, and as soon as I think it, I'm that much closer to the edge. Not knowing her preferences about oral sex (come in her mouth or not?) I stop her by pulling her face to mine. We kiss while my heart pounds in my chest, I'm sure she can feel it and possibly even hear it. Her jean clad crotch grinds on my cock, and my hands massage her back, her ass. Eventually my heart slows and I'm out of the danger zone. Mia breaks the kiss. "Can you guess what I'm thinking right now?" she says and gives me a small kiss. I have an idea or two, but I say, "No." "I'm thinking about how good it will be to taste your cum." That answers my question. She kisses me on the front of my neck and moves lower, kissing and licking down my chest, lower, across my stomach, still lower, past my waist. My cock rubs against the underside of her jaw and I know I'm smearing her with the clear fluid seeping from my tip. She moves her head and I feel her tongue on the underside of the tip. Her lips encircle the head and I'm inside her mouth, and she moves in long, slow pulls. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, and struggle with my self control. Her hand strokes my shaft and, occasionally, her head bobs quickly a few times, before slowing. My self control is almost gone, so I moan to let her know I'm close. My cock slides out of her mouth and her hand becomes still. I open my eyes and look down at her: her hand grips the base of my shaft, holding it upright, her mouth is several inches from the tip but she's not looking at my cock, she's looking at my face. She gives me a devilish smile. "Not yet," she whispers. I watch while she waits. I can see my rod move with each beat of my heart and I know she can feel it, too. She waits until it stops twitching, and then she strokes me with her hand. After several pulls, she stops her hand at the top and twists it around the head. I moan again and watch as she extends her tongue and bathes the tip. She toys with me, teases me, making me want her even more. My balls feel heavy and swollen, and the skin around them feels taut. I wonder just how much ejaculate I have stored up. You see, during the bad time with Rachel and in months since the breakup, I haven't masturbated once. I was too distraught, I guess, and too depressed. I buried myself in work and slept a lot. The thought of masturbating never entered my mind during that dark period. Aside from the rare (and bizarre) wet dream, I had become a non-sexual being, until this past week, when Amanda's incessant pestering to ask Mia out finally got to me. I started to have sexual thoughts again, about her, but I pushed them from my mind; I felt a little crass thinking about her that way when we hadn't even gone out. I moan again, louder, and Mia stops and runs her lips down the side of my shaft. I feel ripe, about to burst, but she kisses the soft skin surrounding the base of my cock. She waits patiently before licking up to the top and taking me deeply in her mouth. Now my moans are involuntary, primal. She places a hand on each my hips, her fingers digging into my flesh, her head moving with gusto and I know I'm too far gone now. My heart thuds, and my breaths are rapid and shallow, I'm practically panting. Mia shows no sign of stopping. I cry out, cum pulsing from my cock, over and over, filling her mouth. Her head stops moving; I can hear her swallow several times. It feels like I'm still coming, and she swallows again, and I know this is the longest orgasm of my life. At last I'm still, and Mia spends a couple of minutes tenderly licking me clean, before climbing up to rest her head on my chest. I hold her, my hand stroking her hair. I want to tell her how amazing, how incredible that felt, but words seem inadequate at the moment. Holding her right now is good enough, and I hold her until my senses return to normal. She's so still I'm afraid she fell asleep. I rub the small of her back and she stirs, lifting her head to smile at me. I pull her up to kiss her but she seems tentative, reluctant. My lips meet hers and I kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, and her reluctance is now gone. Her tongue meets mine and they dance. I roll her onto her back and I'm on top of her, her legs wrapped around my waist. If this was one of those letters in Penthouse or some story on the Internet, I'd be hard again and ready to make love to her all night, giving her earth-shaking orgasms. But this is real life and it's too soon for me, but I have other plans. I slowly kiss down her neck, making my way to her breasts where I lavish each one with kisses and licks, avoiding the nipples at first. She cradles my head in her hands and when I sense her desire is very great, I flick my tongue across nipple. She gasps, her fingers gripping my hair, as I circle her nipple, bathing it. My lips lock on and I suck it into my mouth until it's rock hard. I kiss across to the other and lightly blow on it. She murmurs something, her hand pushing me closer. I lick around and around, my lips lightly brushing her erect nipple. She pulls my head against her, tight, forcing her nipple into my mouth. I suck and lick, making her moan quietly. Her grip loosens and I move down her stomach. My lips graze her stomach, tickling her, making her laugh. I move to her lower abdomen, covering it with my soft lips and wet tongue, until my mouth finds the top of her jeans. I sit back between her legs and I rub her crotch with my hand. Mia responds to my touch by rocking her pelvis. I unsnap her jeans, slowly unzip them and spread the fly apart, revealing her white panties. I slip a finger inside her jeans, feeling her pussy through her panties with the back of my finger. She's watching me intently, biting her lower lip, her hands lying above her breasts, her chest rising and falling in anticipation. I pull her jeans off and run my fingers lightly up her legs, over the top of her thighs, and I feel her skin dimple with goose bumps. Now the only thing between me and her sex is her panties. Through the cotton fabric I feel the down of her pubic hair, trace the outer folds of her lips, and locate her vertical opening. Sliding a finger in a leg opening, I push her panties aside, my finger running the length of her slit, lightly prying her pussy lips apart, the tip of my finger now slick with her juices. I hook my fingers in the waist band and pull her panties off. In the dim light her pubic hair stands out, a dark island surrounded by the pale sea of her skin. I bend down and I smell her musk, making my cock stir. Moving closer still, I wet my lips and give her a light kiss on her sex. Mia makes a soft noise, like cooing, and I kiss her some more. Her outer lips are swollen and damp; I run my tongue lightly over her delicate folds, my lips lightly sucking, tasting her nectar; it's salty and slightly sweet. I press my face closer and plunge my tongue into her, discovering more of her juices. My mouth moves up, kissing higher. Mia gasps as my lips push against the hood covering her clit. I lick small circles around her clit, engorging it, coaxing it out. Her hands are on my head again and she writhes with pleasure. My fingers spread her outer lips, opening her up to me and I take a long lick from the base of her opening, deep into her pussy, to up above her clit. My tongue is slick with her juices and I flick her clit rapidly. Mia moans, and I listen carefully to her reactions as my mouth explores her. I swirl around her clit, my hands gripping her legs just under her knees, holding them apart. She takes her hands from my head, and I look up and see she's rubbing her nipples with her fingers, her eyes closed. I suck her clit into my mouth and I flick it rapidly with my tongue. Mia answers with a deep moan. I love giving oral to a woman, and I'm proud of my expertise. It's not something I was born with, of course, it's a talent I've honed over the years. My first attempt was clumsy, as I relied on articles in magazines and stories from other guys for guidance. Fortunately, my first partner was patient and worked through my inexperience and taught me a lot. With subsequent lovers I learned that each had likes and dislikes and I learned to listen to their bodies. Now, when I say 'partners' or 'lovers', I'm not bragging about an extensive track record: I've only had four sex partners, five now, including Mia. Her eyes are closed, and she moans with each exhale. I decide to tease her, delay her release the way she did me. I pause and she makes a frustrated noise. My tongue explores her pussy, tasting her deeply, sucking on her outer lips. She groans and her hands try to guide my mouth higher. I oblige but I don't touch her clit with my lips or tongue; instead, I blow lightly on it. With another groan, she lifts her hips to meet my mouth. I lick her clit lightly and her body spasms. I start again with slow circles and her hands return to her breasts. Her breaths and her moans are heavy with sexual tension. I reach up and run my hands over her breasts, pushing her hands aside, my fingers finding her nipples. Her hands grip my upper arms; her body is completely under my control. Designated Driver My fingers and tongue work in concert, stimulating her nipples and clit, my fingers matching the speed and pressure of my tongue, and soon she's moaning loudly. My cock is growing harder as her clit swells in my mouth. I stop licking and rubbing and Mia pants in frustration. I flick hard with my tongue and her hips buck. I flick again and she bucks again. With each flick her body writhes and her moans grow louder. I quicken my pace and now she's yelling, calling out to a higher power. Her body stiffens and she cries out as her orgasm washes over her. I move my mouth down and gently lap up her juices. After she quiets down, I lay my head on her stomach and she runs her fingers through my hair. "God, Jon, that was . . ." She gives up, unable to find the words, shaking her head. I kiss her stomach. My cock is fully hard again, and I'm ready to go, but I want her to catch her breath. I wait but soon her hands become still and her breathing is slow and steady. I look up and she's asleep. I crawl up next to her and pull the covers with me. She snuggles her body against mine and murmurs something inaudible. While I'm ready to go now, I can wait. I know she'll wake up in a couple of hours and we'll continue then. I lie there next to her, my arm wrapped around her, and I listen to her sleep. I'm extremely happy at the moment, and for the first time I'm glad Rachel dumped me. Right now, it appears to be the best thing that's happened to me, outside of tonight. I think about Rachel and I wonder if she's happy with Rick. To my surprise, I hope she is. At this instant I have enough good will for the whole world, including her. I enjoy the moment, lying next to Mia, listening to her steady breathing but the call of nature urges me out of bed. I make my way down the hall, find the bathroom and relieve myself. I just step back into the hallway when Jo's bedroom door flies open and she stumbles out. She hurries towards me, her hand against the wall to keep herself upright, and rushes past me to the bathroom. I don't think she even noticed I was naked. I go back to Mia's room, pull the door closed and lie on the bed listening to Jo retch. Eventually, it stops and the house is quiet, except for the sound of quiet crying. I gently shake Mia trying to wake her up, but she rolls over, snoring softly. I'm not sure what to do. Louder sobs convince me to check on Joann. I get up, pull on my jeans and shirt, and go out into the hall. I knock quietly on the bathroom door. "Jo?" I ask quietly. "Are you okay?" The sobbing lessens. "I don't know." Her voice sounds raw and weak. "Can I come in and help you?" "Yeah." I open the door and blink at the bright lights until my eyes adjust and I find Jo sitting in front of the toilet. The smell hits me and my stomach lurches. Jo is sobbing again, too weak to stand. Under the sink I find a clean washcloth and wet it with cold water. I kneel next to her and offer it. She takes it and wipes around her mouth, cleaning herself. I rinse it out and give it back. "Jo? Do you want some water?" She nods and I go down to the kitchen and fill a plastic cup with water. I take it to Jo and she sips carefully. I apply the wet washcloth to the back of her neck and Jo holds my hand there with hers in gratitude. When she's ready I help her to her feet and back down to her room. Good, she didn't throw up in here. Jo walks forward and crawls into bed. I pull the covers up and I set the cup on the night stand. I turn back to her and she's looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes. "Thanks," she says weakly, and closes her eyes. I go and turn off the bathroom light and I stand in the hall outside Mia's door uncertain of what to do. Do I climb back in bed with Mia, or do I go home? She asked me to stay and I should. If I leave now, I'll hurt her feelings for no good reason. I go into her room, strip, and climb into bed. I check the clock: 3:37. I'm glad I'm not working brunch or I'd have to get up in an hour and a half. Mia's body is warm and inviting under the sheets. I lie next to her and close my eyes and try to sleep. All I see in my mind's eye is Jo crawling into her bed, her tight, round, panty-clad ass in the air, her legs slightly apart. I didn't intend to look, but I did, and now that image is seared in my mind. The scene plays over and over again in slow motion, and with each replay, Jo's face turns to me, inviting me to follow. I'm such a jerk. Here I am, lying in bed next to a beautiful woman and all I can think about is her best friend, who's going through a rough time and is vulnerable. Maybe Rachel was right, maybe I am no good. That's what she called me in the end, explaining why she had been having the affair. It was my fault, she told me. I drove her away, I was never around, I was always working at night, we never had enough money because I wasn't ambitious enough, and on and on. I drift off to these thoughts. Through the fog of sleep, I hear the bedroom door open and close and soft footsteps pad across the floor. Mia is sleeping to my right and to my left I feel the covers lift and a naked body press against mine. I'm not fully awake yet but I know it's Jo. She shouldn't be here. If Mia finds her here she'll be pissed at Jo but even more at me. Jo's hand rubs my chest and nipples slowly before moving down my stomach towards my stiffening cock. I can feel her perfect breast and perfect nipple pressing against my side, the down of her pubic hair against my thigh. I have to stop her before Mia wakes up but I'm all tangled in the web of sleep. Her hand moves down and closes around me, stroking and twisting vibrantly. I awake with a start. "It's okay, I didn't mean to startle you," Mia says, kissing my chest. Mia is on my left, her hand between my legs, and no one is on my right. Through the window I see the grey dawn sky of morning. I exhale, trying to relax. "Sorry," I mumbled, "you caught me in a dream." "Must have been good." "Mmh?" "Your dream. It must have been a good one to make you so hard," and she gives my shaft a playful twist. "Yeah, but it's all hazy in mind. You were in it, that's for sure," I added, yawning. She fondles my sac making me even harder. "Enough dreaming," she says, "it's time to wake up. You and I have unfinished business." She kisses me seductively on the lips. Fully awake and fully aroused, I kiss her back. She climbs on top, her breasts heavy against my chest. My hands roam over her back and ass, enjoying the curves of her body. Her pubic hair brushes against my cock, inviting me in. "Sorry I fell asleep on you last night," she apologizes, her lips pressed against mine. "No problem. I wasn't going anywhere because I knew you'd wake me when you were ready," I tell her. We kiss some more and Mia slides her pussy along my shaft, her labia parting, wetting my cock with her juices. I want so much to slip inside her, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, to make love to her, but I have to stop this before it goes too far. "Mia?" She's kissing and licking my ear. "Yes?" "I'm sorry, I don't have a condom. I don't think we should do this." She gets up on all fours, her pussy pressing down on my cock. "I think we should and we shall," she says, matter-of-factly. She smiles down at me. "I have some," she adds with a tilt of her head and crawls up towards the night stand. She pulls open the drawer, reaching around inside, searching. Her stomach is above my face and I kiss it softly, my tongue between my lips. Mia looks at me and smiles, and resumes searching. I scoot down, kissing lower and thread my arms between her legs. She now has the box in her hand but the condoms are forgotten as my mouth reaches her wet pussy. She sits up and grabs the headboard for balance. She oohs and ahhs as my lips surround her clit, my tongue darting. In less than a minute her moans fill the room and her thighs squeeze my head as she comes. I kiss her sex softly as she slowly relaxes, her thighs trembling. She lies next to me and I sit up. "God, you're so good at that," she says, out of breath. "You're tongue is incredible." I smile and take the condoms from her hand. I open the box, pull out a condom and proceed to unwrap it. Its texture feels different them I'm used to and I ask her about it. "It's lambskin," she tells me. "I have a reaction to latex, sort of like a skin allergy, that's why I have my own supply. With a regular condom I get all irritated, you don't want to know," she says, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. I laugh, place the condom my rod and roll it down. She's lying on her back, her legs apart, expectant. I kneel in front of her, and with one hand, guide the tip of my cock to her wet slit. She starts a little when the cool skin of the condom touches her. I rub my head against her opening, coaxing it open, and slide in, a little bit at a time. I wait for her to relax before sliding in some more. At long last, I'm in all the way, and even through the condom I can feel the intense heat of her pussy. It grips my cock snugly, like a velvet glove. I slowly rock my hips, savoring the sensation. Mia has her hands locked around my neck and one leg is draped around me, her foot just below my ass. We move as one, our eyes slitted from the intense pleasure. She let's go of my neck and puts her hands up by her head. I put my hands in each of hers, our fingers interlocked, and I put them back above her head and hold them there firmly. This really turns her on and she wraps her other leg around me, her feet encouraging my thrusts. She feels so good as she moves under me, and I see her bite her lip, and watch her breasts shake with each thrust. My balls feel heavy again, aching for release. My hips thrust faster and I close my eyes, trying to prolong the moment. In my mind's eye, I see Jo crawling on the bed again in slow motion. I open my eyes quickly and Mia's looking up at me smiling and panting, her feet spurring me on. I feel guilty, but physically I'm almost past the point of no return. Mia raises her head and kisses me, her heels dig into my buttocks, pushing me closer to the edge. I close my eyes to hang on and there's Jo again, on all fours waiting. What's wrong with me, why can't enjoy the moment? Mia squeezes my hands tightly and I continue to pound. In my mind, Jo's head is slowly turning towards me and I know when she looks back at me she's going to invite me to mount her, but when I see her face it's Mia, not Jo on the bed, saying, 'Fuck me, Jon, fuck me hard.' "Ooh, fuck me hard!" she's saying under me. I open my eyes and explode, moaning in ecstasy. My body becomes rigid and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, and Mia cradles my head in her arms. I smile and give her a kiss and slowly pull out of her, and flop onto the bed exhausted. Mia strokes my cheek and I see we're both covered in sweat. I want to sleep, holding her like this, but I get up to tend to the condom. When I return from the bathroom, Mia is still awake but sleepy eyed. I crawl under the sheets with her and take her in my arms. While I know she didn't have an orgasm, I'm glad she didn't fake one. It will take me a while to learn her body, but I'm willing to try over and over again, whatever it takes, until I succeed. We sleep. When I wake it's after 9 and Mia is putting on a robe. She's sees me looking at her and tells me she's going to check on Jo. I lie in bed, completely at ease, enjoying the comfort of it all, but after a few minutes I decide to make her breakfast and I swing out of bed. I find my jeans and my shirt, but I can't locate my underwear. I shrug and pull on my jeans. I meet her in the hall as she comes out of Jo's room. I offer her breakfast and she accepts. It's obvious neither of us wants our time together to end. Mia stays in her robe and we go downstairs. I whip up some omelets and make some toast, and the whole time she is talking to me, watching me, smiling and flirting. Her smile is contagious and I can't help but to smile back. We eat, sitting across from each other and during breakfast the only thing on my mind is that she's naked under that robe. I'm tempted to take her right there, on the table, but I remember Jo is upstairs. Mia clears the dishes and comes back, walking around to my side of the table. I push my chair back and she sits in my lap. We kiss some more. She feels so good in my arms, so right. She kisses the side of my neck. My hand caresses her inner thigh under the robe, moving higher, parting her legs. She sits back and I watch her face closely as my hand moves higher, my fingers running through her pubic hair, parting her labia, finding wetness. Mia closes her eyes and purses her lips together as my finger slides easily inside her, but the sounds of footsteps and a door closing upstairs interrupt us. Mia stands up, smoothes out her robe and goes up to check on Jo. I wait in the living room until she comes back down, dressed, and tells me she needs to get her car, specifically, Jo's stuff. There's medication she needs from her bag. I drive her back to my place and we don't talk much, but it's a good thing. It feels comfortable, natural. I pull in next to her car and I see Eric got his already, but Kurt and Linda's is still here. I turn off the engine and face Mia. We embrace and kiss, my hands roaming her body and I feel another erection coming on. "Jo told me how you helped her last night when she was sick," Mia says, her lips nibbling my ear. I nod and shrug, my mouth busy on her neck. She goes on. "And she said you look good naked." I pull back and Mia laughs at the shocked look on my face. My face feels hot as I blush and mumble out some sort of apology. Still laughing, she shakes her head and kisses me on the lips. Finally, she settles down. "Seriously, thanks for helping out Jo last night, both times. I don't know many guys who would do all that." "No problem." Mia hugs me and whispers in my ear. "You're one of the good guys, and Rachel was fool to not see it." She's right, I am one of the good guys. The past year I've been down on myself because of all the terrible things Rachel said to me and about me, things she had no right to say. I'm not the bad guy, Rachel is. It's not up to her to tell me who or what I am, it's up to me. "I really enjoyed last night. And this morning," I add after a moment. Mia sits back and smiles. "Want to get together later?" Her smile falters. "I don't know, Jon," she says quietly and I feel the bottom of my stomach fall away. My insides feel shattered, and I suddenly realize just how fragile I am. I try not to show it on my face, but I don't know if I succeed. I want to say something, but I can't, no words can make sense of this. She touches my face, and her fingers are warm and loving. She goes on. "I want to see you again. I believe we have a good thing together and I want to see where it goes." I can feel my insides mend at her words. "But Jo needs me right now. It would be best if we proceed slowly, and see how it all plays out." She looks out her window briefly before going on. "If we'd gotten together any other time, we'd still be at my place, having sex on the kitchen counter, or on the living room floor, or on the stairs, or in the shower." She turns to me and smiles, and takes my face in her hands. We kiss and hold each other for a long time, long enough to steam up the windows. But it's time for her to leave. She gets out, unlocks her car and opens the door, and waits for me. We kiss and she holds me tightly, so tightly I'm aroused again. She feels it and moves her hand down, squeezing my bulge. "This is slow and easy?" I ask, laughing. She laughs, too. "Nothing wrong with a little fooling around." We kiss some more, and then she gets in and starts her car. I close the door and she rolls down the window. "Something to remember me by," she says, pulling her t-shirt down briefly giving me a quick glimpse of her bare breast. "Call me tonight." I promise. And I will. Designated Driver My wife and I had recently separated after four years of marriage and I moved out of the house to a studio apartment on the other side of town. I had been miserable for the last two years and I decided that I had to get away from her mood swings and temper tantrums. The separation had not really done anything to brighten my spirits. I had my freedom, but I basicly had to give up the house that I had bought a few years earlier. I married my wife when I was 21 and had dated for three years before that so I figured we would be happy forever, but at the end we barely spoke and I was not sexually attracted to her anymore. Even though were not happy I thought about trying to work things out because I did not like the thought of paying for a house that I'm not living in. Since I did have my freedom and was fairly young at 25 I took advantage by going to the local bars as much as possible. One day I got a call right after work from a couple buddies who wanted me to stop the bar for a couple beers. The bar was close to work and just around the corner from my old house. So, I stopped by the bar for a few beers which led to quite a few beers. We all got pretty hammered and figured it was time to head home. Since all my friends lived close they could simply walk home, but I now lived about 15 minutes away and was too drunk to be drive home. I tried to call a cab but they were said they were busy and would be a half hour. Instead of the cab I figured I would call my Aunt Sara who lived about ten minutes away in the direction I was going anyway. I went outside the bar and called her on my cell phone, it rang twice and she answered. "Hello" she said "Hey Aunt Sara" I replied "it's Davey, I'm at the bar and had a few too many beers to drive home. Do you think you can give me a ride." "Oh hey Davey, sure I'll be there in like ten minutes baby" she said. "O.k thank you so much Auntie" I said. "No problem, I'm leaving right now" she said as she hung up the phone. My Aunt Sara was my mom's younger sister and always told me to give her a call if I ever needed a ride. Aunt Sara was 45 years old, long brown curly hair, brown eyes, 5'7 about 130 lbs and measured around 34-25-36. She and her husband had divorced a while ago and her two kids had recently gone off to college. She never did remarry and never had any boyfriends around that I could remember. We were close ever since I was very young she was always my favourite babysitter since she spoiled me so much. She is also the only one who called me Davey, to everyone else I was David. She did not drink anymore, didn't have a boyfriend so she was pretty much dedicated to her kids and her job which probably got kind of boring. As I was waiting for Aunt Sara I went to my car and grabbed a bottle of vodka I had which I figured I could drink when I got home. Aunt Sara arrived exactly ten minutes later. I walked over and got in the passenger side of the car. "Hi Davey, so you have a little too much fun tonight, and you plan on having more fun I see" she said smiling and pointing at my bottle of vodka. I smiled back and responded "ahh, you know me Auntie." She laughed and said "yes I do, come let's get you home" as we started out towards my house. As we drove we caught up on everything and I told her the things I had been going through. She was very understanding and I could tell it bothered her to see me upset. We were in the middle of a good conversation when noticed we were right around the corner from her house. "I don't really want to go home to an empty house, is it o.k if I stay at your place Auntie" I asked. "I was thinking the same thing, I been kind of lonely too since your cousins left for college" she said. We pulled into the drive way and got out of the car. I followed Aunt Sara has we walked up to the house. I don't know if it was just the booze or what but as she walked I noticed what a great ass Aunt Sara had on her and thought "wow, how did I ever miss that". She was wearing a pair of tight faded blue jeans, a red button up blouse, she had her long hair in a pony tail and a black baseball hat. I never thought of her in any sexual way, but she was a very beautiful women. As we went inside Aunt Sara turned on the lights in the house. I took off my shoes and pulled up a chair at the kitchen table and asked Aunt Sara if she had any orange juice to mix myself a drink. Aunt Sara turned on the stereo and put in a cd then grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, some ice out of the freezer and a jug of sunny delight out of the fridge and sat them in front of me on the table. As I made myself a drink I asked if she wanted one too. "Oh no" she said "I haven't drank in over twenty years, and I'm especially not gonna start again with the leg spreader you got there" smiling and pointing at my bottle of vodka. "Why do you call it that" I asked. "You figure it out" she said with a smile. "How about some scat" she asked "I haven't kicked your ass at cards in a while" she said as she got up and walked over to a drawer and began looking for her playing cards. As as she turned to walk towards the drawer I watched her nice ass walk away and the farther back she looked in the drawer the more she had to bend over, giving me an even better look at my Auntie's sweet cheeks. Auntie sat back down at the table not across the table but kitty corner from me so we wouldn't have to reach so far for the cards and dealt out the first hand as I mixed myself a drink. We continued the conversation we were having in the car as we played cards. I told her about how tough the separation from wife was on me and she seemed to be suffering from empty nest syndrome with both my cousins being away at college and that she hadn't been with a man since her husband left six years ago. We played scat and talked for about a half hour when I went to make myself another drink. I looked at Aunt Sara who was shuffling the cards for another game and asked. "You sure you don't want a drink?" Aunt Sara put the cards down and thought for a moment and said"aww sure what the hell, not like I have any reason not to" as she stood up and went to the cupboard to grab another glass and more ice. I sat back in my chair watching her walk around the kitchen and thought about just how horny my Aunt's ass was making me. Auntie was looking in the freezer for more ice as I stared at her cheeks and thought about some of the nasty things I would do to an ass like that. "You need more ice" Aunt Sara asked as I snapped out of the trance her hot bum had on me. "Umm no I'm fine" I said realizing that she probably just caught me checking out her rear. She sat back down and I made her a somewhat strong drink and we continued playing cards. After about ten minutes Aunt Sara needed another drink. She drank the first one pretty fast so I made her another drink only a little bit stronger this time. We had been keeping track of the score, but it did start to get out of hand in her favour after another twenty minutes. "Well I guess I still own you at scat" she said with a laugh. "I haven't played scat much lately, I mostly play poker nowadays" I replied. "Well you wanna play that instead, I don't know many poker games but you can teach me" Aunt Sara said. "Sure" I said "I'll teach you as we go." "How much is the anti Auntie" I said trying to be funny. "I don't know what you're talking about" she said laughing. "Well, that's how much you put in the pot to start the game" I said. "I don't have any money on me, to be honest the only time I ever played poker was about 25 years ago and it was strip poker" she said with giggle. I laughed and said "well let's just play that since you already know how?" Aunt Sara looked down at glass and then up at me and said "o.k, sounds like fun and I guess there's no harm in that." I made up some ground rules that you have to put in one article of clothing in the pot to start the game and the winner of that hand can take that article of clothing back and keeps the losers clothing with them like poker chips. The pot would be on the floor beside the kitchen table. Also, the game was over if you won a hand after the other was completely naked. "WHAT COMPLETELY NAKED" Aunt Sara protested "I don't know about that." "Well better make sure you win" I replied laughing. "I can't believe I'm doing this with my nephew" as she shook her head with a smile on her face. "You better make me another drink if the stakes are this high" she said. I made us both very strong drinks as we both removed one piece of clothing to put in the pot. I took of my socks and threw them on the floor as she took off her hat and threw it in the pot. We simply went five cards up and best poker hand wins. I won the first hand with a pair of jacks. "Oh yeah" I said as I handed her the cards to deal. "Whatever, first hand" she said. I left my socks in the pot and put her hat beside me on the table. Aunt Sara removed her hair tie and let down her brown curly hair as she swayed in the hair. She put her hair tie in pot and dealt out the cards. "What, your hair tie don't count as clothes I'm protesting" I said. "House rules" she laughed as she dealt out the cards." I got a pair of tens but on the last card she came up with a pair of kings, so she won her hair tie and my socks. She left her hair tie in the pot and I put in her hat I had won the hand before. Aunt Sara won again with three five's so she took back her hat and I was forced to either take off my t-shirt or my pants for the pot. As I started to take off me shirt Aunt Sara stopped me "Come you gotta get up and give your Auntie a little show, I aint seen a man with his shirt off in a long time" she said smiling I got out of my seat and danced the music and doing my best stripper impression I tore of my shirt and threw it on the floor where our pot was. Aunt Sara got up out of her seat and felt my arms, abs, and pecs. "Damn, you got a nice body hun, I aint seen six pack like that in years" she said as she sat back down. I dealt the next hand and Aunt Sara won again with two pair, twos and eights "Oh shit take it off baby, take it off" Aunt Sara said laughing. I stood up and danced around a bit turned around so my butt was facing Aunt Sara undid my jeans and pulled off my pants so I was only wearing a pair of black boxers. Aunt Sara reached over and gave my butt a little slap before I sat down. "Been a long time since I slapped that tushy" she said smiling ear to ear. Well, there we sat me only in my boxers and Aunt Sara fully dressed with a pile of my clothes beside her "We can stop here if you want Davey" she said with a more serious look on her face. "No no" I said "I made to rules, besides you gotta win two more hands before the game is over Aunt Sara dealt out the next hand and her full house beat my two pair. This time Auntie didn't celebrate the win, she just looked that me wondering if I was actually going to take off my boxers in front of her. I reached for my drink and drank the rest of my mixed drink and pulled off my boxers while still sitting in my chair and threw them with other clothes she had collected from me. Aunt Sara couldn't see my fat seven inch cock dangling off my chair because of the corner of her kitchen table blocked her view. I noticed Aunt Sara's hands shaking a bit as she reached for her orange juice and vodka and downed the rest of it. "Looks like we're out of orange juice" I said. "Guess we'll just have to drink it on the rocks" as she got up and got some more ice out of the freezer. I watched her ass as she got up on her tip toes reaching for the ice and felt my dick jump a little as she turned around and saw me again looking at her ass. She sat back down at the table and quietly tried to fill our glasses with ice and vodka while her hands now were very noticeably shaking. "Since you're completely naked maybe I should risk something more than my hair tie" she said as she bent her head under the table to take off her socks, but she stayed down there a few seconds longer than she normally would have. She was no doubt looking at her nephew's thick cock, as she was down there I flexed my cock and made it jump a little. Aunt Sara popped up from under the table and threw her socks on the floor. I dealt the next hand and luckily I won with two queens so the game would continue. Instead of putting my pants back on I simply placed them on the floor beside me. "Not gonna put them back on" Aunt Sara asked. "Well if you win a couple hands I'll be just taking them off again anyway" I replied. We weren't laughing and joking like we were before, we were both very quite as we continued playing and sipping our vodka. My luck also changed as I began to win a lot of hands and eventually had all my clothes back, her hair tie, baseball hat and socks. I was still naked with a pile of clothes beside me and Aunt Sara still had on her blouse and her tight blue jeans and whatever was underneath, which was what I was hoping to find out. She dealt out the next hand and we both had a high pair. She had aces I had jacks, as she dealt out my last card...a jack. Aunt Sara put the cards down on the table looked down as started to undo the first button on her blouse. "What no show" I said "you made me do a dance when it was time for my shirt to come off." She gave me and shy smile and without saying a word stood up and started swaying her hips to the music. As she moved closer to me she looked down at my cock and then back up at my eyes. She turned around and swayed her ass back and forth as she ran her hands through her hair looking over her shoulder at me giving me another smile as my dick started to get semi erect. Auntie Sara turned around and stared straight at my dick. Her hands were trembling as she started to undo her blouse and as she finished undoing the last one she looked into my eyes and pulled of her blouse exposing a black bra which held back a pair of nice, big, firm juicy tits. Her stomach was nice and flat which only made her chest look bigger. "Damn you got a nice body too hun" I said. "Thank you sweetheart" she said as she sat back down. I dealt the next hand and won easily with three aces. I figured I would get to see what kind of panties my Auntie wore, but she surprised me by reaching back, unhooking her bra and throwing it on the floor. Her tits were amazing. I had never really noticed the size of her cans before because she didn't really dress all that sexy. Well, she grabbed the cards and could barley shuffle them with her hands shaking uncontrollably. She did manage to get the cards dealt and it looked like she would take this one with two pair, but I had four clubs and needed a fifth for a flush she dealt my last card...Ace of clubs. Aunt Sara shook her head smiling a shy smile, finished her glass of vodka and took a breath. "No one knows about this" she said to me. "Sure thing Auntie" I replied. Aunt Sara stood up and gave a little strip tease like before, walked over so she was right in front of me turned around so her ass was only about a foot away from my face unzipped her jeans and pulled them down exposing her bare ass. She didn't have any panties on and she stepped out of her jeans with her butt right there for me to see. I couldn't take it anymore I grabbed my Aunt's hips and dove face first into her pussy. I held her hips and started licking her pussy from behind as fast as I could. What really turned me on was her pussy was already wet and I just love the smell a wet cunt gives off. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!!" Auntie Sara shouted. "STOP THAT, LET ME GO, I'M YOUR FUCKING AUNT FOR CHRIST SAKES" she said as she tried to free herself from my clutches. "OH MY GOD, STOP IT RIGHT NOW" she protested as she managed to get my tongue out of her pussy and break the grip I had on her hips. She got away and turned to say something to me, but I stood up and rushed her wrapping my arms around her grabbing her ass and kissing her on the lips. I felt our tongues meet for a quick second and then she tried to push me away. I squeezed her tight and backed her against the fridge and started to hump my cock back and forth against her wet pussy. "NO STOP THIS, THIS IS WRONG DAVEY WE CAN'T DO THIS,OH GOD, OH GOD, AHHHHH, OH PLEASE STOP BABY, WE CAN'T DO THIS" said Aunt Sara, but I kissed her again and this time we tongued each other with our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. She broke the kiss and was breathing very heavy as I kept grinding my cock against her pussy. "OH OH OH OH SHIT, OH GOD BABY, NO HUN, WE'RE DRUNK, WE'RE DRUNK, WE HAVE TO STOP OR WE'LL REGRET THIS" she said as I reached down and stuck my middle finger in her wet cunt. "OOOOOHHHHHHH GODDDDD DAAAMMMMNNN IIITTTT" Aunt Sara moaned then shen French kissed me, reached down and started stroking my cock. We flicked our tongues out of our mouths letting them wrestle with each other as I fingered my Aunt's pussy and she stroked her nephew's cock. "This is so wrong, we're going to regret this, this is so bad, ooohhhhh but it feels so fucking good" Auntie said as she spun us around pushed me against the fridge and dropped to her knees. "Oh you've got a nice cock Davey" she said as she began to suck the hell out of my dick. Auntie might not have been with a guy for a while but she sure didn't forget how to suck a dick. She took my whole cock in her mouth no problem and she expertly licked my balls which had me moaning like crazy. I wanted to eat her pussy so I stood her up and grabbed her ass cheeks picking her up and sitting her on the kitchen counter. I spread her legs wide, got on my knees and began to slowly lick every inch of my 45 year old Aunt's sweet pussy. "OH MY GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD, YOU EAT SUCH GOOD PUSSY BABY, YOUR'E MAKING AUNTIE FEEL SOOOO GOOD!!" she said as she ran her fingers through my hair "awww oh yeah baby, your sooo good, such a good boy, Auntie's big boy, lick that pussy baby, OH YES LICK THAT PUSSY GOOD, OHHHH YEAH RIGHT THERE BABY, RIGHT THERE." I pulled Aunt Sara off the counter, stuck my tongue down her throat and turned her around bending her over the kitchen table. I positioned my cock at the enterance of her soaking wet pussy and slowly slid my entire dick into my Aunt and began to slowly stroke it back and forth. "Awww, ohhh, oh, oh, oh, thats it baby, thats it, gimme that cock, your cock feels so good in Aunties pussy, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD. "Oh your pussy's so warm and tight Auntie, I'm gonna fuck you good Auntie, I'm gonna fuck you good and hard" I said as I began pounding my cock hard into Aunt Sara's cunt. "OHHHH SHIT BABY, OOHHHH YEAH GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME HARD BABY, FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AWWWW YES, FUCK YOUR AUNTIE HARD, FUCK THAT PUSSY, FUCK THAT PUSSY BABY, MAKE ME CUM, COME ON BABY MAKE YOUR AUNTIE CUM ON YOUR COCK. Auntie Sara began to push her ass back hard meeting my thrust as I watched her sweet ass giggle as I fucked her pussy with everything I had. We were both almost out of breath were fucking so hard. Sweat began to pure off forehand but I would not stop pumping on my Aunt Sara. "OOOHHHHH BABY I'M GONNA CUM, OH I'M GONNA CUM, OHHHHH MY GOD I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, OHHH GOD IT FEELS SOOOOO GOOOD, OH FUCK YOUR'E AMAZING, OHHHH GODDDDD." "I'm gonna cum too auntie, im gonna cum to" as I pulled my dick out of her cunt and I blew my huge wad all over Aunt Sara's ass cheeks. I backed up wiping the sweat off my forehead and trying to catch my breath. Aunt Sara stayed bent over the kitchen table for a bit also trying to catch her breath. She then walked over and sat back down in her chair and poured herself another drink. I sat down in my seat grabbed the deck of cards and began to shuffle them as she sipped her vodka. I dealt us out each five cards up and I won with a king high. Designated Driver "Looks like I win" I said "we never agreed on what the winner gets." Aunt Sara put down her glass and ducked under the table. She crawled under the table grabbed my cock and took the entire length in her mouth. She started to bob up and down on my dick making me rock hard again. Aunt Sara then pushed the back of my legs up so they were propped up on the table. Auntie then spread open my ass cheeks with her hands and began to flick her tongue very quickly across my asshole. I had never had this done to me before and it drove me crazy. Aunt Sara then put my legs down off the table and mounted me right on the chair. She sat on my cock and slowly rocked her hips back and forth as I sucked her big tits and held her sweet ass with both hands. She then began to pick up speed and soon she was riding my cock hard sending her nephew's dick deep into her pussy. Aunt Sara rode me for what seemed like forever bouncing up and down on my dick then we got on the floor and fucked in every position I could think of missionary, doggy, cow girl, reverse cow girl, side swipe, doggy again over the kitchen sick, even sixty-nine till I blew in her mouth. When we stooped we laid in each other's arms on the kitchen floor and I could hear birds chirping. I looked out the window and it was daylight, we had been fucking all night. We got up off the floor and Aunt Sara told me to grab a few bottles of water out of the fridge. She then grabbed my dick leading me out of the kitchen. As she walked by the kitchen table she grabbed what was left of my bottle of vodka and led me upstairs into her bedroom. We didn't leave the room until late Sunday night when she drove me to get my truck at the bar. "You wanna stop by for supper tomorrow after work" Aunt Sara said as I got out of her car. "Yeah sure, be there around 5:30" I said. I don't think I'm going to bother trying to get back together with my wife. Designated Driver What the Driver Saw ...coming home from the bachelor party I worked for this company for a little over a year. It was a nice enough place and the pay was good. It was a little different than other places in that everyone kept to themselves. It wasn't that they were unfriendly. Everyone shared small talk before meetings and things like that. But there was very little talk between people up and down the rows of cubes were we all worked. One of my co-workers was named Mike and he was getting married soon. He came up to me one day and mentioned that his friends were giving him a bachelor party. I congratulated him on is upcoming marriage and wished him luck. He asked if I would concede to being his designated driver for the evening. We had talked a few times before, but I didn't really know him that well. He struck me as a pretty straight-laced guy. I wondered just how rowdy he and his buddies would get. Not very was my guess. I was flattered that he thought enough of me to ask and accepted. So that Friday night I went to Mike's apartment. We waited around for Dave, his best man, to show up before heading to the strip club to meet the others. Dave was married and giving Mike all kinds of advice about marriage on the way there in the car. The others were waiting for us at the club. They seemed like a nice enough guys, not really your hard core type of partier. I could tell they had known each other for a long time by the way they talked to each other. Mike had a few beers, but still didn't look all that happy to be there. The other guys were giving him grief just the same. I was enjoying the banter and living vicariously through the bullshit since I couldn't drink. The guys had a table right next to the stage. Dave ordered drinks for everyone. Mike's buddies handed him a bunch of dollar bills to stuff in the girl's g-string. With the typical badgering, Mike finally got up there and started dropping dollars. Once they realized it was his bachelor party, the girls came around often. Now usually it is me in there talking shit and getting things going. But being the driver, I sat back and observed everyone else. Being stone cold sober, which had to be a first, it was actually pretty interesting watching everyone else as they got drunk and loosened up. Mike was having a good time, but it seemed to me he was doing it more for his buddies. His best man Dave was definitely having a good time making sure Mike had plenty to drink and always had some dollars in his hand. Naturally as the night wore on they became louder and louder. The girls were used to it and didn't care. Dave ordered a round of shooters and they made a big deal about throwing them down. I could tell that Mike was not that big a drinker. I didn't really think any of them were. They were making a night of it, but they were all pretty shit-faced. Dave ordered up lap dances for Mike and the girls were really laying it on thick. After about the sixth lap dance, Mike gave me the look. He was shit-faced and ready to go. I moved in and told the rest of them that we were headed home. There was the typical bitching and moaning about what a pussy Mike was for being shit-faced, but Dave and I helped him to the car and poured him into the back seat. Dave slid in next to him and I drove us home. That's when things got really interesting. Dave was reliving every single girl we had seen in the place, but Mike was barely conscious. Every now and then he would mutter something like 'she was hot...' but that was about all he could manage. I heard some rustling, but didn't give it much thought. But then I thought I heard a slight moan coming from the backseat. I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Mike leaning against the door basically passed out. Dave was sitting right next to him. I mean their thighs had to be touching each other and that struck me as strange. Why was he sitting so close? I drove a little further before I checked the rearview again. When I did I couldn't see Dave. Where the hell did he go? I grabbed the rearview and aimed it downward expecting to see him passed out on the floor of the car. What I saw was Dave hunched over Mike's lap. Mike was still passed out leaning against his door. I adjusted the mirror and realized that Dave had Mike's cock out and was busy sucking it! Mike didn't look like he realized what was happening although he was smiling. But now that Dave had his cock in his mouth, he was taking his time and really worshipping that thing. It was all very weird. I wasn't sure what to do, if anything. I didn't really know these guys. Mike just had this lame grin on his face leaning against the door with his eyes closed as his buddy gave him a hummer. I wasn't at all sure Mike had any idea who was sucking his cock. I'm not really into that kind of thing, but watching Dave was making me hard as hell. I knew he was married, but he sure seemed to like that cock. I just couldn't see Mike and him together. Mike definitely didn't strike me as the kind of guy that would do that kind of thing. Neither did Dave for that matter. I think he was just drunk, horny and decided to go for it. Mike was too shit-faced to really figure it out. But he wasn't too shit-faced to catch a nut. Mike kind of grunted and then emptied his balls straight into Dave's mouth. Dave drank it down and licked Mike's cock clean before stuffing it back into his pants. Mike was out cold after that. I drove in silence until we got to the apartment. I glanced at Dave every now and then in the rearview knowing this guy just swallowed a gallon of his buddy's cum. He was shit-faced too, but not nearly as much as Mike. Once we got to the apartment, Dave helped me get Mike up the stairs and into his bed. Dave pulled Mike's shirt and pants off. For a second I thought he might try to suck his cock again from the way he was looking at it. But he pulled the covers up over his buddy and we walked into the den. "Hey man, are you okay? Do you need me to drive you home?" I asked. Dave looked at me as if he was thinking about it. "If you don't mind hanging out for a minute or two, let me see, then I can answer that," Dave said plopping down in a chair. "Sure...okay," I said sitting across from him. "That was one hell of a party," Dave smiled. "Yeah...you look like you really enjoyed yourself," I said. Dave gave me a look. Then I realized he might have misinterpreted what I said. "I guess you saw what I did in the car?" he said testing the water. "Ah...yeah, I did," I said trying to sound nonjudgmental. "But that's okay. It's none of my business." "Mike would freak out if he realized what I did." "Ah...are you saying that was the first time?" "With Mike. He doesn't go for that sort of thing." "I thought you were married." "I am. But she doesn't have a cock," he giggled. "Have you ever done anything like that?" "Well...no, I haven't." "You have never had your cock sucked by a guy before?" "No." "Would you like too?" "Ah, no thanks." "Guys do it better than girls. And the chances are we are never going to see each other again. I would like to suck your cock." "Is there any beer left?" I asked looking towards the kitchen. He smiled. He fetched a beer from the kitchen and handed it to me. I popped the top and took a swig. Dave dropped to his knees and wedged himself between my legs. I never had sex with a guy before, never even thought about it. I don't know why I was thinking about it now, except the opportunity presented itself. There had been no talk of me doing anything but supplying the dick. That was something I could do. "You're right, I'm married," Dave said as he unzipped my pants. "I don't do this sort of thing very often." He had my pants undone and signaled for me to hop up so he could pull them down. He yanked them down to my knees with my underwear fully exposing my cock. And yes it was hard. He smiled, took it in his hand, "But when I do, I really get into it." He leaned forward and planted a kiss right on the tip. I grabbed my beer and took another swig. It looked like this was going to be good. I spread my legs a little, "I understand. Be my guest." His eyes glazed over a little as he slipped my cock past his lips. He worked his tongue around the head a few times and than once up the slit. I grunted. I wasn't expecting that. Then he pushed down on my shaft taking as much as he could into his mouth. I was surprised when he made it all the way to my pubes. Most girls never get that far. I took another swig from my beer thinking this was going to be better than I thought. He pulled back up and then slowly worked back down. He was right; it was very different from a girl. Most girls are just trying to get you off as fast as they can. They don't particularly enjoy the process. Old Dave was savoring my cock like it was his last meal. "You have a very nice cock," he said pulling off and stroking it. This was new ground for me. I wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was for responding to a married man sucking your cock. So I just sat there and stared at him. I think I managed a faint grin. "Mind if I lick your balls?" he said on his way there. His tongue felt divine. He licked one several times and then he licked the other. Not a single girl had licked my balls. I found it strangely erotic. I was already hard of course, but now I was starting to get turned on. "Sure...go ahead," I said through tight lips. He was in no particular hurry. He stroked my cock with one hand while he held my balls in the other. He ran his tongue over them slowly, and dare I say, sensuously. He licked his way up my shaft, traced the head and kissed the tip once again. Then he swooped down quickly causing me to moan involuntarily. I took my eyes off him just long enough to take another chug of beer. This guy really knew what he was doing. He slowly raked his lips, tongue and mouth up and down the length of my cock actually causing shivers to go up my spine. To say it was the best blowjob I had experienced was an understatement. To think it was being delivered by a heterosexual male blew my mind. I bite my lip and continued to watch. Up and down he went, so slowly I could feel every inch. When he used his tongue, it was unbelievable. He traced along my most sensitive nerves as if he had designed my cock in the first place. It was if I wasn't there. He was solely focused on my cock. I was getting closer by the second. I grabbed my thighs and squeezed hoping to make it last a bit longer. I watched his lips pressed tightly against the shaft. I moaned, shifted in my seat. I watched my glistening cock disappear and reappear. I squeezed tighter on my thighs. He pulled up and stopped with his lips just beyond the head. Just the tip of my cock was within his control. Then he did something I had never experienced before. He quickly worked his lips back and forth over that last inch of cock. "Oh shit." It was driving me crazy. He continued to do it very rapidly, back and forth, just the last inch. I could feel my heart rate climbing. All of my senses were now focused on my cock. I moved my hands to the chair bottom and held on. I could feel it coming, felt it like never before. "Aw yeah," I moaned throwing my head back. That's when he went straight down to my pubes. It was simply too much. I held onto the chair bottom as that first wave came streaming out with enough force to blow a hole in the back of his head. "Shhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiitttttt." Dave moaned as he swallowed that blast just in time for the next. My cock exploded a good six or seven times with such intensity, such force that it actually hurt. Old Dave managed to suck down every drop. My body, my muscles went slack. I was just a glob of flesh huddled on that chair. Dave kissed the tip of my cock one last time, gave it one long last look and got to his feet. "I think I can drive home," he said putting on his coat. "Thanks." That was the last I saw on him. It was odd facing Mike at work that Monday. He thanked me for driving. He got married that next weekend and has been happily married ever since. To this day I have no idea if he knew Dave sucked his cock in the car. Designated Driver This happened a good few years ago when I worked in a village Doctors surgery. All characters involved in the story are over the age of 18. ***** So I pretended that I was gutted. It was the second year running that I had drawn the short straw to be the designated driver for the Christmas party which meant – obviously - that I couldn't drink. I didn't actually mind, because at that time I had trouble locating my 'Off' switch when I had more than a couple of glasses. And the last thing I wanted was to show myself up in front of my bosses. Our Surgery covered two villages, so to find any kind of entertainment we could really enjoy, we had to head to the nearest town about 7 miles away. The buses stopped running at 11:30 and Taxis on a Saturday night at Christmas time were as rare as rocking horse shit. Among the Doctors nurses and receptionists who would be attending the shindig, I would be responsible for returning Locums Tom and John both of whom were in their late 20's and rated an 8 a piece on the reception hot-o-meter; Dr. Lewis, 42 and recently divorced; Shelley and Angie, 20 something receptionists and Olivia our 35 year old Surgery nurse. To save multiple trips Dr. Lewis (also known as Dishy Doctor Dave) had given me the keys to his seven seater people carrier, one of the few things his bitch of a wife hadn't wanted in the divorce. We started our evening tamely enough in a Chinese restaurant that we were all familiar with. The Doctors sprung for several bottles of wine and over the courses everyone began to loosen up. We then progressed to a large pub with a night club attached where the senior doctors kept the booze flowing. As the evening wore on the senior Doctors, nurses and the practice manager headed for home, leaving us younger ones to breathe a sigh of relief and let our hair down properly. Although the others all drank, we danced enough that no one was really pissed. I have always loved dancing and was really getting into some dirty dancing with Tom and Dave, who seemed to enjoy getting their hands on my hips and grinding me into their man bits. John was a little more shy, but was a good mover and, after a couple of tequila slammers with Dave, led me out for a slow dance, maneuvering us to the far side of the dance floor where he pulled me tight into him where I could feel an extremely impressive erection, and then kissed me silly. Separating at the end of the song, I was heading back to our table when Dave swung me into his arms for the next slow dance. He too pressed against me and snogged me, running his hands up my sides and whispering a thumb over my nipples to torment me before sliding back down to manhandle my bum. As the song ended a tap on my shoulder revealed Tom who had decided it was his turn. I had no idea whether the Docs were dancing with any of the other staff, I kind of hand my mind on other things. Tom was massaging my butt drawing my into his erection and slowly grinding our hips as he slid his lips down my neck and across my cleavage; nipping, licking and sucking before locating a nipple, hardening with arousal. He nipped that before raising his head to study me under hooded eyes. I've seen that look. That is the look that says 'I'm getting you naked later, and you are going to enjoy it.' Just when I thought my knees would give way, the music stopped and the lights began to go on. We girls headed to the ladies to remove mascara streaks and try and straighten our hair. When we returned the guys were in some discussion but they broke off when we approached. Dropping off was easy, Olive was on the outskirts of the first village, then should have been John, but it turned out John and Tom were going on to Dave's for a nightcap. I had to admit to feeling a little disappointed. It had been a while since my lady bits had seen any action, and being teased by three differently attractive guys had me more than a little moist. Instead next drop was Shelley and lastly Angie. Five minutes later I drove up Dave's long drive where I would leave the car and walk the few minutes to my flat. "Coming in for a night cap Suze?" Dave asked. "Come on Suze, you haven't been able to have a drink all night, at least have one with us." Tom gave me his best puppy dog look. "Please Suze, we haven't had a chance to really thank you for tonight." Even Shy John gave me a look. "Okay then, why not. I've nothing to rush home for and nothing to get up in the morning for." Tom swung the car door open for me and took my hand bringing me into his body as I stood up. John held the front door for us all as Dave went to find us all some drinks. I had never been inside Dave's house, the living room was huge with big slouchy sofas and chairs. Tom dropped onto a sofa, still holding my hand, pulling me into his lap. I felt a little self-conscious, I wasn't sure how drunk Tom was, whether he would remember – or want to remember – any of this in the morning, but he obviously second guessed me. "Relax Suze, it's all good. We have all had a great night tonight, yeah a few drinks, but nothing we can't handle." Dave returned with a bottle of Balvennie and glasses, he took up the baton. "We wanted to show you exactly how much we appreciate you Suze. Not just for driving tonight, but for everything you do for us all year round." "Yeah," Said John. "No one else cares enough to ask us how we like our tea and coffee and then remembers to make it perfectly every time." "No one else knows I need my favourite biscuits to fortify me before seeing Mrs. Baggley." Smiled Dave. "The others are all great, but you Suze, you always go out of your way to make each of us feel special." Tom was gently massaging my neck and shoulders as he spoke, dropping sensual kisses on my sensitive skin. "You knew how shy I was and took me around the village introducing me to people helping me to make friends." John was on his knees in front of me now, removing my high heels and massaging my aching instep. "You let me bitch and moan to you for months about Margaret when she left me." Dave handed me a heavy tumbler of amber liquid. "So now Suze, we would all like to return the compliment. No pressure, we will do as little or as much as you like. And what happens in 'Daves Lounge' stays in 'Daves Lounge'." Murmured Tom as he nibbled my ear. His hands had worked their way around to my front and were undoing the buttons on my blouse. John had worked his way up my calves now and was gently nudging my legs apart. Dave came and sat the other side of me and helped me out of my blouse as Tom eased the hooks on my bra letting it tumble down my arms. "Christ." Uttered Dave "I knew they would be beautiful." Almost reverently he caressed my right boob before leaning down to take the nipple into his mouth. My hips flinched as my core flooded. Holy shit! This was surreal! I had three gorgeous men with hands and mouths on me, offering to do whatever I wanted. "Lift up Suze." Where had my shy guy gone? John was looking up at me with hooded eyes as his fingers hooked my panties ready to free them. I lifted and he drew them down, bringing them to his nose to inhale. Tom reached forward and snatched them from Johns grasp. "Mine." He nipped my neck as he pocketed my panties. "Ouch! That's going to mark." "I fucking hope so Suze." He twirled my left nipple as he sucked and licked my neck, Dave was suckling on my right nipple and sliding his hands across my skin. John widened my legs and began to kiss up towards my hot moist centre arousal flooded me and again my hips jerked. I had hands and mouths everywhere. The feeling was incredible. "Close your eyes darlin' just feel." Toms languid voice soothed me a split second before I lurched. "Holy fuck!" John was grinning at my knees. "Hold her down Tom, mate. I need to focus here." He disappeared under my mini skirt and repeated that amazing lick, his tongue hard and rasping up the length of my folds. I juddered with need. "Nope, this is no fucking good at all. I don't mind you pleasuring my woman John," Tom stated matter of factly. "But I really need to see her enjoying it." With that he actually ripped my skirt off. "Tom, careful mate." Dave warned him Tom looked at me. "You trust me right?" I nodded, too far gone in lust to give a shit if I had to walk home naked. "Well okay then, let's get this part started!" He waved his hand at John to continue, while he and Dave fondled and sucked my tits. John smirked up at me and parted my folds with his hands, licking and sucking and tongue fucking me, it wasn't long before I was trembling in earnest and at a nod from Dave he and Tom sucked hard on a nipple each as John sucked my clit into his mouth. "Aaargh, Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" I lurched into the most incredible climax and descended into gibberish long before they guys stopped sucking, but finally John eased away from my tender clit. "We can stop there if you want Princess," Tom kissed up my neck, "Or you can have one or other or all of us fuck you. Whatever you want tonight, a one night only offer sweetheart." "Can I play with you guys?" I asked, I loved cocks. Oh, I am not a slut, I just love to touch and lick and suck and fuck when I have one to play with. Tonight I would have three to choose from. "You can do whatever you want." Dave said. "Then strip, all of you." "Yes ma'am!" chuckled Tom as he stood my up in just my hold up stockings. I turned round and round watching my three men as they stripped. Seeing me watch them, they made a show of it, slowing down and taking turns until I had three wonderfully naked, gloriously aroused men within reach. I leaned into Dave and kissed him deeply, as I reached down and stroked his impressive 7 inches. Straight and with a thick girth, his uncircumcised head was bulbous and leaking. I teased a finger across his slit and used his come to lube his stem. I grabbed him at the base and brought my hand back up twisting my firm grip. His head rolled back and he shuddered "Jesus fuck! That's good." I threw a few more strokes before I turned to John. He was carrying a hefty 8 ½ but not as thick as Dave's. He curved to the side. Also he was shaved and his neat round balls were begging to be sucked. I leaned down and drew first one and then the other into my mouth rolling them around, before licking up his shaft and dropping my mouth over his head. I sucked my cheeks in as I pumped him with my hand. John was trembling and quaking. "Oh my. Oh... Suze you are going to have to stop that." I just smiled at him as I dropped lower down his shaft "Oh crap." He thrust his hips as his juice flooded my mouth. I managed to swallow as I drew back up, and licked him clean. "Sorry Suze, I've never... no girl has ever..." I smiled and kissed him sweetly. "I feel honoured to have been the first then." A hand reached around my waist pulling me into a firm embrace. I reached behind me feeling for Toms tackle. "I haven't forgotten you," I smiled as I turned, and then widened my eyes as I saw what he had been hiding. "Oh, my!" I looked into his eyes. "Now that... that I want to fuck." He was a straight, solid 8, thick and circumcised and leaking as he absently stroked himself. "Princess, you will be fucking this every day from now on. What do you want to do with Dave?" I turned back to the man in question, who like Tom was stroking his comely cock. "I want to fuck that too." I whispered. I could barely recognise myself in the wanton creature I had become. "Lie down love," Tom lowered me to the plush carpet. He and John knelt each side of me, running their hands up and down me, focusing on pleasuring my breasts. John grabbed a condom from the packet he produced and sheathed himself. Dropping in front of me he kissed his way up my thighs, licking the backs of my knees and stroking the sensitive skin. My legs separated of their own accord as he neared my box of delights. I sighed as he nudged my clit with his nose before he slid a finger into me. He licked my folds, and even after the phenomenal orgasm I had just had, I could feel myself heading towards another cliff edge. As my breath turned into panting, Dave crawled up, kissing me, sharing my juices with me and simultaneously surging into me. I cried out in pleasurable pain as he speared me. "Fuck Suze you have one tight cooze." He flexed and lengthened his abs working his hips to thrust in and out. Toms hand slid from my nipple down to where Dave and I were joined finding the nub he sought and began circling it. "Fuck me Dave, oh fuck me!" I couldn't remember ever feeling so full of lust and need. Dave grinned and began really thrusting into me, Tom worked my clit as John sucked one nipple and twisted the other. I could feel the surge boiling up in me. "I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm." It was all I could mindlessly chant. "Coming!" I roared out, literally lifting off the floor with the force of my orgasm. Dave almost lost his cock when my core clenched around it, he thrust two, three more times before he flung his head back and roared. He dropped limp onto me laughing weakly, before rolling onto his back panting harshly. Tom was grinning at me. "Babe, I love your 'come face' he leaned in to kiss me before hauling me into his arms and carrying me back to the sofa. "But we haven't...I haven't..." I pouted, though for the life of me I had no idea where I would find the energy. "Dave and John, Babe? That was just tonight. Their way of saying thank you. You and me? Tonight is just the beginning. If you'll have me?" I grinned at his sudden insecurity. "I will have you in every way you can possibly imagine, and then do it all over again." I drew him down into a kiss. It might be an unusual way to begin a relationship, but then Tom and never have exactly done normal. Designated Driving It's Friday, I watched the clock as it neared five. It had been a long hard week and I was ready to get the hell out of Dodge, so to speak. Work had kicked my ass all week. It was time to go home and spend some quiet time with the wife, the kids and the dog. No wait, there's nothing quiet about that. She'll have a million projects for me to work on. The kids will be running and jumping around like a bunch of maniacs and they'll be dragging their even more annoying friends through the house. Well, at least the dog would be grateful to spend some time with me. I sighed and watched the final couple of minutes tick down. About that time one of my work buddies stopped by my desk and interrupted my pity party. "Hey bud!" He did a drum solo on my desk. "A bunch of us are going down to Al's Place and have a few drinks and watch the ballgame. Wanna join us?" I started to shake my head and decline the offer but something made me change my mind. Suddenly, I found myself nodding agreeably. "Sure, I guess I could stop by for a couple." After all, I told myself, I deserved a night out, it had been a long week. He grinned. "Good! We'll catch you down there." I called after him as he walked away. "I'm not staying very long!" I warned. Now, I had to call the wife and tell her. I wasn't looking forward to the guilt trip but here goes... I call her cell and she answers right away. "Hi hun..." I try to make it as light and cheery as possible. "...um some of the guys here asked me to join them at Al's for a couple of beers and a ballgame. I probably won't stay too long..." I waited for her to whine about not spending time with her and how the kids were driving her crazy and the dishwasher was making a funny noise... but she didn't do any of that. She simply said. "Have fun baby... just remember, don't drive. Take a cab home, OK?" I was in such a state of shock, I almost told her I changed my mind and I was coming home but I figured I'd better "carpe diem" the moment. "Sure sweetie, I promise I'll take a cab. I won't be too late." She laughed. "Right... whatever. I have some writing to do. The kids are staying with friends tonight. I'll see you when you get here. Have fun." Immediately the guilt set in. She plays ninja games with my mind sometimes. If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out what makes the woman tick. It's gotta be that pussy and those fabulous tits that keep me coming back for more. I show up at the bar and about ten guys are already there. We order a round of drinks which requires another round and another round. The game was a snoozer so we quickly got wrapped up in telling jokes and talking about our co-workers... the ones who weren't there to defend themselves. I looked at my watch. Shit! It was past midnight! How the fuck did that happen? I finally push away from the table and start to leave. I can hear her voice "Take a cab home, OK?" I was a little past the point of being buzzed so I called one and had another shot before the cabbie came in and called my name. The last shot did me in. My head was spinning as I climbed in the back of the cab. When I reached the house, it was completely dark but the porch light was on... so that was a good sign. I paid the cabbie and tipped him before I made my way to the front door and fumbled for my house keys. It was eerily quiet when I got inside. I stumbled into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes and got into a hot shower, hoping it might sober me up a bit. At least I could wash away the smell of cigars, beers and chicken wings but I was blitzed, no doubt about it. Now... time to face the ball and chain. I crept in our bedroom and she was sound asleep. She didn't even stir, so I carefully slid naked, underneath the blankets. The room was spinning as I closed my eyes. It was the last thing I remember until the morning. I wake up to the smell of honeysuckle and citrus body wash. I'm lying on my back and she is straddling me, fresh out of the shower. She smells wonderful and her long auburn hair is slicked back into a neat ponytail. She has cradled my face in her hands and is showering me with sweet soft butterfly kisses, my eyelids, my forehead, my stubbly cheeks and chin and finally my lips. I love to feel her kisses, especially on my mouth. She doesn't seem to mind my morning breath or the whiskers. I casually mention that she has another set of lips I'd like to kiss. She doesn't hesitate to crawl into position with that sweet freshly shaven pussy of hers directly over my eager mouth. I pull her down and play with her labia. Kiss it, open and close it with my fingers as I admire the drops of dew that are forming all the way around her sweet vagina. I insert a couple of fingers inside of it and pull her down to kiss her lovely pussy. My tongue sneaks between her inner lips and I tickle that silky little clitoris of hers. I can hear her staggering breath as I touch her just the right way. I pull it between my lips and suck on it until I can feel her pussy flutter. She is so ready to cum for me. I gruffly whisper. "Sit on my face baby. Put that sweet cunt over my mouth and let me ravage you." My cock is hard as concrete as she plops that beautiful pussy directly over my grateful face. She is gushing her honey all over me. I'm slurping and sucking frantically to keep up with it She starts grinding her hips into me as I grab her soft round ass and squeeze it hard. I suck on her clit, tickle her labia with my tongue and shove my thumb up her sweet little asshole. She is trembling, shuddering and pulling on the headboard as she cums all over my face. It flows into my hungry mouth and runs down my nose, cheeks and neck. I feel like king of the mountain as this sex kitten cums like a banshee all over my grateful face. She calms down enough to plead for me to fuck her. My cock is more than ready to pound that pussy as I gladly let her scramble off my glazed face. She slowly but steadily slides her still pulsing, cum sopped, contracting pussy over my harder than nails cock. Goddamn, she feels good. She moves her pussy up and down on my dick as I grab her beautiful bouncing tits in my greedy hands. Her nipples are solid peach colored pebbles. I pinch and twist them between my fingers as she rotates her hips on my groin like a snake charmer. I'm in fucking heaven by now. She leans toward me and starts to lick her own cum juice off my face. I think I've died and gone to heaven as she starts to have another orgasm. Holy fuck! Her pussy tightens up and throbs around my cock like a vise and my balls feel like they are going to be sucked up her sweet little asshole. She's digging her nails into my chest as she growls like a wildcat in heat. It's all I can do to keep from getting my nut off just watching her writhe and shudder over my throbbing cum soaked cock. She is so wet that my groin is soaked. Her sweet cum is flowing down under my balls into the crack of my ass. I want to pick her up and slam my cock into her so hard but something stops me from doing it because I can tell she's not finished with me yet. She leans forward and kisses me hard, then growls in my ear. "Fuck my ass baby. Fuck it good and hard!" I had to pull her back for an instant, just to see if I had the right girl. My eyes widened. "Are you serious?" She never lets me fuck her ass. Says it's dirty. She spit fire from her beautiful eyes as she hissed at me. "Yesssssssssss! Goddamnit! Fuck my ass NOW!" I wasted no time as I tossed her body off me like a ragdoll and landed kneeling behind her with her knees shoved to her chest. Her sweet ass was raised high in the air like some kind of altar, ready to make me a sacrificial offering. Her sweet little pink asshole was pushed out for my pleasure at the same time as all ten of her fingers grabbed her own buttocks and pulled those lovely cheeks wide apart. My face fell instantly into her ass. I started to tongue her anus like the last meal of a dying man. She wiggled and pushed her ass harder into my face as I tossed her a salad good enough to serve the queen. If there's anything I love more than eating her pussy, is eating her ass. It kills me because she rarely lets me do it but this morning she was offering me up the all you can eat buffet and I wasn't about to let the opportunity pass me by. I could hear her whispering between gasps. "Fuck me baby... shove that big fat cock of yours deep in my ass. Fuck me hard and deep." I didn't want to waste anymore time for fear she'd change her mind but she kept her cheeks parted wide for me. I noticed there was some special anal lube on her side of the bed, within my arm's reach. This little minx had this whole thing planned out. My cock was throbbing and my nuts felt like they were going to burst at the mere thought of it. I held her hips steady as she whimpered and moaned beneath me. Her hands went from grabbing her ass to fisting the sheets as I rubbed my cock and her asshole with the lube. I began inching the head of it inside her tight asshole. She squirmed a little but kept her ass held high. The puckering disappeared as I pushed slowly inside of her. She growled and groaned with pleasure as I slowly impaled my rather thick girth inside her little anus. Shit it felt fantastic! She was incredibly tight, as the pretty smooth pink skin stretched around my cock to accommodate my size. She gasped and muttered into her pillow until I had sunk my cock, balls deep inside her little butthole. The temperature inside her ass had to be 120 degrees! I've never felt anything that warm on my dick before. Her soft skin was gripping my cock like a velvet glove. She hissed out of the corner of her mouth. "Fuck me hard you bastard!" That really got my motor running as I cautiously pushed a little harder into her. She turned her head and practically bit mine off. "I said - fuck - me - HARDER - goddamnit!" She didn't have to tell me again. I gripped her hips and slammed into her like a man possessed. She screamed, growled, grunted, groaned and pushed back hard into my groin. The harder I fucked her, the harder she fucked me back. My balls were slapping against her dripping, throbbing pussy. I couldn't hold out too much longer. My thighs were tensed up and my nuts were about to boil over. She rubbed her clit furiously and I could feel her pussy and ass tighten up and clamp down on my deliriously happy cock. By the time I heard her say. "Cum inside my ass baby. Fill it full of your hot thick jizz." It was all I could take. I pumped her full of what felt like a gallon of sperm up her sweet ass as she shuddered with another mind blowing orgasm. Her trembling body collapsed underneath me as I slid down and rested my head on the back of her thigh. I whispered to her as I massaged that beautiful fucked ass. "Creampie me baby. Show me what you have back there." She knew how much I loved to see my cum flow out of her ass so she strained her ass cheeks until a stream of sticky white jizz spilled out of her tightening bunghole and flowed down onto her sweet cum drenched pussy. I used my hands to lightly rub it into the soft skin of her puffy labia before licking my fingers. Nothing could taste as delicious as our hot sex mixed together. She squirmed a bit and I crawled up behind her and cradled her extremely fuckable ass neatly into my pelvis. I wrapped my arms around her spent body and softly caressed her lovely, soft tits. My senses filled with her sweet scent. I rested my chin on her shoulder and smoothed a few strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail onto her serene face. I had to know what had brought all this on. I thought she was going to be pissed at me for missing a Friday night home alone with her and instead she gives me the fucking of a lifetime. I softly stroke her cheek. "So... what did I do to deserve all this?" She grinned with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "It's not like I never fuck you, smart ass." I chuckled. "Well, you know what I meant." She hadn't fucked me like this since... well, I can't readily recall when she last fucked me like this. "So, I thought you'd be pissed at me for coming home late." She smiled. "Did you have a good time?" "Yes, I did... and way too much to drink." "You took a cab home. That's all that matters." "So, I drank responsibly and got rewarded?" "Something like that." She scooted further into our comfortable spoon. "Now hush, let's get some sleep. It's Saturday, no kids. When we get up, we can go out for breakfast and pick up your car." She closed her eyes and I swear I could hear her purring. "Yes ma'am." I whispered as I pulled her even closer. The End Designated Slut Tammy and I had our friends over Saturday. It was a typical get-together with the three couples we've been friends with for years. The guys were in front of the big-screen TV watching the series and the women were in the kitchen talking about whatever women talk about. We discussed the merits of the designated hitter versus having the pitcher bat and like normal men we talked about sex. That's when John started complaining. He was telling about how for several days a month he couldn't do anything right. If he smiled at his wife, Susan, he was making fun of her. If he didn't smile at her he was grouchy. If he touched her he was a sex maniac, and if he didn't touch her he didn't love her anymore. That got nods of agreement. Hell, we could all relate to that. What guy hasn't experienced the hell week of PMS? John went on talking about how he couldn't even get laid during that time. He said Susan had told him she wouldn't mind if he "fucked some other cunt" but to leave her alone. Tammy never told me that, but she had kind of indicated she wouldn't hold it against me. John went on about how he couldn't do it. He didn't want to pick up a hooker and take a chance on some disease. On the other hand he didn't want to have an affair that might end up in divorce. That's when Rob said, "We all need a designated slut." We all laughed at that and when we stopped John asked him what he meant. I don't think any of us knew what he meant but the term sounded funny. "What we need to do is have one of our wives be a slut for all of us. Whenever one of us is going through that time of month he can just visit the designated slut and get laid. No worry about diseases. You don't have to woo her and possibly fall in love. It would just be a straight forward fucking." That brought on hoots and hollers from all of us. Yeah, like one of our wives would agree to an arrangement like that. She's going to let three guys come over and fuck her anytime they feel like it. Yeah, right. And what about the guys? If your wife is the designated slut are you just going to let all the other guys fuck her and not get mad? The conversation went on for quite a while. We discussed all the pros and cons we could think of, just as though we were actually considering it. We even decided that it would be for one year and then we could start over. I don't even think we realized it when we agreed to do it if the women would agree. I guess it's pretty easy to agree to let your wife be a slut and fuck and suck, yeah we added blowjobs, a bunch of other guys when you knew she would never agree to it. Then we got real quiet. After a few minutes Rob said, "Let's call the women in and ask them. The worst that can happen is they'll think we're all drunk and laugh at us. On the other hand they might agree. I don't know about you guys but I wouldn't mind fucking your wives." Well, I had to agree with that. I had even fantasized from time to time about fucking all three of them, singly and in groups. I could see the other guys were thinking the same thing. When he didn't get any argument, Rob got up and went into the kitchen and came back with our wives in tow. Then nobody said anything. The women stood there waiting and none of us spoke up. Susan finally asked, "OK, what do you guys have on your devious little minds?" Rob decided to be the spokesman. He had the women sit down and he explained the designated hitter rule to them. They were getting pretty bored by it all and ready to walk out. Then John blurted out, "We want one of you to be our designated slut." Things got REAL quiet then. Eight people sitting there, all holding their breath. Then Rob started explaining what John meant. He didn't get finished before all the women burst out laughing. "No, no. Think about it. You all hate that time of month as much as we do. This way one of you lucky girls gets to enjoy some extra sex and we can all have happier home lives." As the laughter began dying, the women started looking at each other. They were also giving some speculative looks at the men. Susan asked, "So whose the lucky girl?" "We haven't picked one." "And just how do you decide which one of us gets to enjoy all four of you?" That was something we hadn't considered. I know I wasn't going to volunteer Tammy. When nobody answered her, Susan said, "I guess we can cut cards?" I don't' think I was the only one surprised not to hear the other women say NO. They looked at each other for a few minutes, then all got up and went back to the kitchen. I might have breathed a sigh of relief. All this talk was fun, and I wouldn't mind at all if one of the other women wanted to be a slut. But there was no way I wanted Tammy having sex with three other guys. I think we were all relieved, and disappointed, at the outcome. Everything was just getting back to normal about fifteen minutes later when the women came back into the TV room. Susan spoke for them. "We've decided the best way is for us to flip coins. Odd woman is the winner." We sat there, stunned, looking at them. "Is that OK with you guys?" Rob said, "You bet." Then he looked around at the rest of us, "Right guys?" None of us wanted to be the one to chicken out so no one said anything. Each woman got a coin from her husband and they gathered in the center of the room. It was obvious they were nervous. I wondered how far they would carry this charade before they laughed and said, "Jokes on you." They flipped coins six times and either all had the same or it was split with two tails and two heads. That's when I realized they were doing it by plan. Some way or another they were controlling the coin toss. That's what I thought right up till the ninth time. On the ninth flip they all came up with heads except Tammy. Tammy had tails. And she had a little bit of a shocked look on her face. The other women looked at her with relief on their faces, and a touch of envy too. Nothing happened for several moments, and then John got up and walked up behind Tammy. He put his arms around her and cupped her tits. She gasped in surprise, but she didn't push his hands away. "I'm glad you won the toss, Tammy. I think you're going to be a great slut." With that he began unbuttoning her blouse. I know I should have said or done something, but I was dumbfounded by the sight in front of me. One of my best friends was openly fondling my wife's tits and removing her blouse right in front of me. Tammy was looking at me with a pleading look, hoping I would stop this madness. I was frozen to the spot, unable to look at anything except those hands caressing my wife. Tammy looked at all of us wanting someone to intervene. John pulled her blouse off and she gave up hope. "Do you want to take me to bed?" "Hell no, slut. I'm going to fuck you right here." I looked at Susan to see how she was taking this. Her eyes were gleaming and she had a small smile on her face. She was looking forward to watching her husband fuck my wife. John unfastened Tammy's bra and pushed it out of the way as he felt her bare tits. He pushed the bra off her shoulders and roughly squeezed her breasts. He let go of her tits and grasped her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. As he pulled on her sensitive nipples I could see they were already long and hard. Tammy pushed her back against John and ground her ass over his bulging pants, letting out a soft moan. He released those lovely hard nipples and his hands slid down over her ribs and stomach. Her muscles contracted at the feel of his hands sliding over her body and approaching her pussy. The first time John touched her cunt my wife moaned. John whispered in her ear, "You want me to fuck you don't you?" Tammy moaned again. John undid her pants and pushed them down. He pushed his hand inside her panties and over her pussy lips. "You want to feel my cock in your cunt don't you?" Tammy moaned again and then I could just barely hear her say, "Yes." Right before my eyes my wife was becoming a slut. I could see the others were all waiting for John to fuck my wife right there in front of us. I found myself wanting to see it too. I realized my cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. John pushed her pants and panties down, exposing her pussy to all of us. He told her to take them off and she quickly complied. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. "On you hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch in heat you are." My wife followed his orders and waited for John to fuck her. Her head was hanging down so she didn't have to look at any of us. We all watched John take his time as he unfastened his pants and pulled them off. His cock was sticking out straight and hard. He got down behind Tammy and moved between her legs. "Do you want me to fuck you now slut?" I saw my wife nod her head. That wasn't good enough for John. He rubbed his stiff cock up and down her cunt lips and said, "Ask for it." There was no hesitation. "Fuck me John. Please fuck me." John gave a victory laugh as he plunged his cock into my wife's hungry pussy. He fucked her hard and fast. He wasn't concerned with her pleasure. He was just using her cunt as his toy. Tammy was thrusting back to meet each of John's lunges into her willing cunt. She started chanting "Yes" in rhythm with their fucking. I watched John grab her hips and hammer her with several short strokes as he filled her with cum. John rested there for a few seconds then pulled his cock out of my wife's well-fucked pussy. He wiped the last drop of cum on her ass then stood up and said, "Next." I groaned as Rob got up and began taking his pants off. Tammy didn't move. She just waited for the next cock to be shoved into her hole. Rob stood in front of her. "Look here slut." My wife raised her head and looked at the hard cock in front of her. "You want this in your cunt don't you?" "Yes Rob. Fuck me. I'm your slut. I need you to fuck me." I wasn't surprised to see Ed undressing in preparation for his turn. As soon as Rob finished dumping his load of cum in my wife's cunt Ed took over and banged her sloppy pussy. Susan came over and sat down next to me. "It's your turn to fuck the slut next." I looked at her for a second and then undressed. Yeah, I wanted to fuck our slut too. I watched Ed filling my little slut wife's cunt with another load of cum then I immediately shoved my swollen prick in her drenched hole. I never felt anything so hot and wet before. It didn't take long before I added my own load of sperm to our slut's willing cunt. I got up and moved back to the couch almost out of breath. Tammy stayed on her hands and knees for a bit like she was waiting for more. Finally her head came up and she looked around the room at all of her friends. She saw John and crawled over to him. She looked up at him and said, "Don't I get to suck you too?" John laughed and said sure. My wife unfastened his pants and licked and sucked on his cock until he was hard again. Then her head began bobbing up and down as she sucked and stroked his shaft. I saw John was about ready to cum and waited for Tammy to pull away. Instead, she sucked harder and let him fill her mouth with his hot white cum. Once she had swallowed all he had she thanked him and moved over to Rob. God, what a slut. I smiled as I thought of the great year ahead of us.