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Brianna

By: Elenia26



The adventurers came to the village on Brianna's eighteenth birthday, when she was beginning to gain the womanly confidence that comes so naturally but had not yet lost the innocence of childhood. She had lived a relatively easy life—her mother had been a weaver, and she had learned the trade as well—so her figure was not bent by hard days of toil, nor the brightness of her eyes dimmed. She was the prettiest girl in the village, with a mass of red-gold hair and shimmering green eyes. Her mother had been pale and pretty, with blue eyes and fairy-blond hair. Brianna's mother refused to talk about her father, but what gossip she had overheard said that her father had been an outsider, and that he had seduced her mother. Whatever the case may be, Brianna's didn't think it had been unwilling on her mother's part since she kept all her father's things carefully locked up in a trunk in the cellar.

For these very reasons the village was both proud of her and jealous of her. While her mother was alive she had been protected from their jealousy, but when the dragon came her mother had been one of the first ones to go. She had been out picking herbs to dye the cloths when Brianna was nearly fifteen, and the dragon had taken her easily and quickly. Brianna had been heartbroken, but her mother had taught her to always be happy, although she was not fully recovered she hid it well.

The dragon returned about once a month since then, and for the next 14 months the village lived under its thrall. It only took one or two people each month, but the one time the villagers tried to hire a group of adventurers they were all killed. Since then, no one had dared try, until now.

The present group of adventurers was quite a varied one. There was a warrior who was the leader. His name was Galen. He was obviously with the archer of the party, a beautiful elf whose name was Cantalina. 

The party also included a barbarian whose name was Gargos, and a cleric whose name was Artemis.

And then there was Gwydion. All the girls had a crush on him. He was indeed very handsome. He had gray-green eyes that were flecked with gold and long sandy blonde hair, which reached just past his shoulders. He looked to be about 25, and carried himself with an easy grace. At his belt he wore a beautifully engraved scabbard, out of which you could just see the hilt sticking out—it was made of adamantium and had intricate gold trim all throughout it. He had never drawn the sword in the presence of the villagers, so rumors abounded as to what the blade looked like.

Their coming into the village was a surprise. Willowood had never had many visitors, being the only village around for hundreds of miles, and since the dragon had come what few adventurers they used to get also found a different route. But, not only did they visit deliberately, as soon as they heard about the dragon they volunteered to go after it. When the mayor protested that the village had little money to give as a reward, Galen said he only asked for medical treatment, meals and lodging and some provisions for the road for when they left. The dragon hoard would be enough for them. The mayor nearly wept when he heard this, and he would have prostrated himself at Galen's feet if Galen hadn't stopped him.

They went out a week before Brianna's birthday, and two days before her birthday a message pigeon flew into the village. The mayor had given the adventurers several of them, and this one came bearing amazing news: the adventurers had killed the dragon, and would be heading back to the village, bringing its head. The village flew into an uproar, preparations were made that would culminate in a huge party when they came back—which worked out to be Brianna's birthday.

Their return the night before was greeted with tears, hugs and kisses, flowers showered upon them and quite a few inviting—and not so inviting—offers. Galen politely declined all of them, at least for the night, and begged for his party to be allowed to rest so they could take part in the festivities. 

Brianna had knowledge of herbs and potions from her mother, so that night she was dispatched to give the adventurers what aid she could. She gathered all the herbs she had and went to the village's only inn, where they were staying. The innkeeper pointed out their rooms, and she went upstairs, ignoring the jealous looks of the tavern maids.

She walked down the hall to their rooms. The innkeeper had said that Galen and Cantalina were staying in one room, and the other three together in another room. She decided to knock on Galen's door first, and did so.

"Yes, who is it?" a man's voice called out from inside.

"Brianna...I've brought balm," she replied softly. There was a pause, and them she heard footsteps and the door opened.

Galen stood in front of her. He looked about twenty-eight, and he was also very handsome. But it was obvious he had eyes for no one but Cantalina, so the village girls sighed and left him alone. They had three others to work on.

Brianna curtsied. "I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I was wondering..." she held up the balm, and continued, "I've brought medicines for you." 

He smiled kindly. "Thank you, but Cantalina can take care of me. I'm sure that Artemis and the others could use some help, though. Won't you go see to them?"

She nodded and started to turn away, remembered herself, and quickly turned back and curtsied again. He smiled, and bowed politely. "Have a good evening, miss."

"You as well, sir. And...thank you again."

"It was my pleasure. Good night."

"Good night." And he closed the door.

She turned and continued to the next door, and knocked on this one. Silence, and then she jumped as the door flew open and a gruff male voice said, "What?"

Gargos was there, looking down at her. And down was really the operative word. He was probably about 6'5", towering over Brianna's height of 5'8". She was the tallest girl in the village, but she still looked up at most of the men.

"I'm sorry! I just thought to bring you some balm?"

He looked blankly at her. "What?" he shouted. She jumped, and thought seriously about leaving when a voice called out from inside.

"Gargos! Who are you frightening now?" It was Artemis' voice, and he sounded weak and tired. 

"Little peasant girl," Gargos responded. Brianna bridled. "How rude!"

A new voice chuckled. "Sounds like the little Red-haired one. Let her come in, Gargos."

"O-kay." He stepped aside and let her inside, leering at her. She ignored him and stepped into the room. Behind her he shut the door.

Artemis was stretched out in his bed. He looked pale and exhausted beyond belief. 

Gwydion was kneeling by the fire, starting it up. It was late spring, but it still got cool in their village, and she supposed Artemis needed it. Gwydion spoke up.

"Well, it is the little red-haired one. What can we do for you, girl?"

She held out the bowl. "I've brought medicines. Your...leader...said you may need some healing."

"Oh he did, did he? Well certainly I could, as well as Artemis. But you needn't worry. We won't subject you to Gargos." So saying, he finished with the fire, and walked over to Artemis' bed. "Come here, little one."

She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed when he motioned her. He carefully pulled back the sheets to reveal a bloody bandage across Artemis' chest. "Dragon took a swipe at him. He can't wear heavy armor, you know, because he's a cleric. Can you fix him?"

She set down the bowl. "I'll have to look at him."

"Can I help?"

She smiled at him. "That would be very kind of you. Please just boil some water, maybe a kettle full." He nodded, and set about doing it. She turned back to Artemis. 

"Let me see that wound." She unwrapped it and washed it with the hot water when Gwydion returned with the kettle, and then re-bandaged it with a homemade poultice. "There. That should be better. Don't overdo it, all right?" She made him some medicinal tea. "Drink all of this and you will feel better."

"Watch out, Artemis," spoke up Gwydion from the corner where he was whittling something and watching. "It's probably going to taste awful."

"Humph. Shows how little you know." Brianna turned back to Artemis. "Go on now. Try it." He warily drank a little, then his eyes brightened. "It tastes great! Thanks!" So saying, he began sipping it regularly.

She turned to Gwydion, hands on hips. "You're next, I believe." He grinned as he lazily got up and headed for one of the beds. Though he acted casual, Brianna could see him limp faintly as he walked across the room. He turned to her with a faintly wicked smile on his face. "I was burned, little one. Only problem is, it's high on my leg, almost at my hip. So I don't suppose you want to help me, hmm?"

She hesitated, but something in his manner made her want to proceed. "I have burn cream. And you need healing. So let's just get it done, shall we?" He looked impressed, and she continued, "If you'd prefer some privacy we can go to another room." His eyebrows shot up, and then he nodded. "Yes, I'd definitely prefer some privacy. Let's shall we?" She nodded, and turned to Gargos. "Can you go downstairs and tell the innkeeper we are using the...suite of rooms?" He grunted, and headed out the door.

Turning back to Gwydion, she said, "Come with me now." She picked up her medicines and took the kettle full of hot water as well. She led the way out and down the hall. She could hear Gwydion's slightly unsteady gait behind her, made so by the faint limp. 

She opened the door to the only "suite" of rooms the inn had. She hadn't wanted to mention the name, but it was called the Honeymoon suite—a hopeful gesture by the innkeeper in better days. But this was the best place to take care of someone since it had a large bed and plenty of water. 

She went inside and politely held the door open for him. He nodded his thanks, grimacing, and she realized the burn must be far worse than he was letting on.

"Well, little girl, what now?"

She tried, but couldn't quite meet his eyes as she said, "I need to see the injury."

He chuckled, and then moved out of her field of view. She shut the door, and waited while he undressed, politely averting her eyes. "All right," came his voice, softer now.

"Please lay down on the bed." She heard the creak of the springs, and then his low voice; "You can turn around now, Red-hair."

She turned, and saw he was lying on his back in the bed. It was obvious he was naked, and had used the blanket to cover himself, leaving the injury exposed. She looked for the injury and gasped when she saw it. It was high up, right on his hip and thigh, and it looked bad. She hurried to the bed.

"My goodness! Why didn't you tell me it was this bad? This is almost as bad as your friend's."

"I didn't want to detract attention away from him. It's nice of you to be so concerned, though." She gave him a disapproving look, and fished out burn cream and poultices. "This may sting a little at first, but it should immediately feel better."

She spread the cream across her fingers, and bent over his thigh. For the first time she was aware of what she was doing. She had never been this close to a naked man before. She was conscious of the heat rising from his skin, and his breathing. She was not aware, however, of how much effort it took him to maintain that soft breathing as she bent over him and her hair fell across his other thigh.

She carefully smoothed the cream across the burn. His whole body stiffened n pain, and then relaxed. He uttered no sound, but as the cream began to take effect he sighed.

She glanced up at him, smiling, and for a moment their gaze held. She was the first to look back down, but she was still smiling.

"Thank you, little girl. That feels ten times better."

"It's a nasty burn, but the cream should heal it and you should be able to take part in the festivities tomorrow night." They were silent for another minute, as she continued coating the whole burn, and then she spoke again. "May I ask you a question?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you call me little girl? It's not very nice, you know."

He chuckled. "Well, partly it's because you really are a little girl. And partly it's because—you never told me your name."

"Oh! I'm sorry. Please, my name is Brianna."

"Brianna. What a pretty name. It suits you."

"Thank you, sir."

He looked calculating. "However, I'll continue to call you "little girl" unless..."

She cocked her head. "Unless what?"

"Unless you consent to call me Gwydion." She smiled, and nodded her assent. "It's a very handsome name. I've never heard it before."

"Why thank you, Brianna. I would bow, but it seems you have me at a disadvantage here.' She giggled. "All right, the cream's settled now. Let me go wash my hands and then I'll bandage you up, ok?" So saying she hurried into the bathroom and washed the cream away, then came out and unrolled some bandage cloth. "If you leave this on until tomorrow morning, I'll come and check it, and you should be able to take it off tomorrow early afternoon."

"You'll come and check it? Yourself?" She nodded. "Who else?"

"Are you the village healer or something?"

Her face fell slightly. "Well...my mother used to be."

"Oh. Where's your mother? Let me guess...the dragon?"

She nodded. "What about your father?"

She averted her eyes. "Can't say. Haven't seen him my whole life."

"Ah. I seem to be touching on all the sensitive topics, eh? Who takes care of you then?"

"I do. The villagers look out for me, but mostly I just take care of myself." She smiled. "I don't mind, though. Now let me bandage you up."

She kneeled on the bed next to him, and began to bandage him up. The cream had taken away all the pain, and he was embarrassed to realize her soft fingers on his skin were having an entirely different effect, as he began to stiffen under the blanket. It was fairly obvious, and he tried to distract her by saying, "That cream is a wonderful medicine. Did you make it yourself?"

By her soft reply of, "My mother showed me," and her flushed cheeks, he guessed she had noticed anyway. He tried to think of other things, but he could smell her, innocent and sweet, and it was difficult.

On her part she had been both embarrassed and fascinated when she realized the effect she had been having on him. She had grown up in a farmer's village so she knew the mechanics, but she had only recently gotten to an age where men had begun to notice her.

It was painfully obvious to both of them that he was aroused by her presence and getting more so by the second. She didn't meet his eyes, but still bound the bandage with infinite care, and then quickly got up off the bed. His eyes followed her as she quickly cleaned everything up. Somewhat hesitantly, she picked up his clothes and brought them to the bed. 

"Just rest on it now, and don't do anything too vigorous." She blushed charmingly as she realized what she'd said, but determinedly continued on. "I'll come see you in the morning, and we'll see how it looks." She raised her eyes to his, and smiled. "Will you be all right? Should I get your friends?"

He shook his head. "I'll be fine, and thank you very much. I'll see you in the morning, Brianna."

She curtsied, and hurried out the door.

Downstairs she was immediately accosted by some of the village girls. "Well? What was he like? Is he nice? Did he ask about any of us?"

Brianna replied, "Why girls, I don't know who you're talking about."

Some of the girls pouted, but one of them looked mad. "You know who we're talking about. Gwydion, of course! Tell us."

Brianna sighed. "Ok, ok. He's a nice person. He's badly hurt. And no, he didn't ask about anyone else. Now can I go put my herbs away?" They grumbled but let her through.

Upstairs, Gwydion smiled and stepped away from the top of the stairs where he had been listening, and headed back to his room.

That night, Brianna lay restless in her lonely house, tossing and turning. She couldn't sleep, and her mind kept returning to a pair of gray-green eyes, capturing her gaze. She remembered bandaging him, and giggled as she realized he must have been very well-endowed for her to notice so quickly. She squirmed as she realized how close her hands had been to him, and was surprised to feel dampness between her thighs.

"What is happening to me?" she mused. She tried to force herself to go to sleep but it was a long time before she fell into slumber, only to dream of gray-green eyes and a mischievous smile. 

The next day dawned bright and early. The whole village was up and decorating everything in sight when Brianna hurried from her home down the street to the inn again. She went upstairs, to find Gwydion in the hallway chatting with Artemis and Gargos. They turned and smiled when they saw her. Artemis was up, and he strode forward with his hand extended.

"Thank you ever so much, miss, I feel ten times better." 

She smiled back at him. "It's not a problem at all. I'm glad I could help." Turning to Gwydion, she said, "And you? How do you feel?"

He took her hand and clasped it in his own. With a dramatic flair, he said "One hundred times better." They all chuckled, and she continued, "Let me take the bandage off, shall I?" 

He nodded, and replied, "Artemis and Gargos were just going out, so we can go into our room." Gargos seemed about to say something, but Artemis grabbed his arm. "Come on, Gargos. Good day, miss. We'll see you at the festivities."

"See you then!"

She turned back to Gwydion, who offered her his arm gentlemanly style. She took it, feeling oddly comfortable. They went back inside his room, and she shut the door. 

"Please get undressed," she said, feeling shy again. He looked wickedly into her face. "Never thought you'd be saying that to me, eh?"

She blushed crimson, and shook her head. Determined not to succumb to it, she raised her chin and looked him defiantly in the face.

"I hope you don't think I'm forward," she said...and then smiled. He blinked. "You're teasing me?"

She nodded.

He laughed. " I never would have expected that from you. Hold on one second." She nodded, and looked away while he undressed and got back in the bed. "Come on over," he said when he was done.

She turned and went over to him, and sat down next to him. "Let me take a look at that." She unwrapped the bandage and blinked. "My goodness, you heal quickly...let me see..." she gently examined the wound, touching his leg lightly with her soft fingers.

All of a sudden she was aware of his silence. She looked up at him, only to find he had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching her intently from only a few inches away. She started to say something, and then their eyes met and her voice faltered.

"I...uh..."

She seemed to be getting lost in a world of gray eyes. His face moved even closer, and she wasn't sure what would have happened if someone hadn't banged on the door. They both started. 

"Gwydion! Sorry to bother you, it's me Galen. The mayor wants us down in the village square in half an hour, can you make it?"

Galen called back, "Yes, I'll be there."

They heard footsteps receding, and Brianna took a deep breath before she looked up at him again. "I-I'd better go," she said. "Your leg is healing marvelously; you don't even need it bandaged."

He nodded gravely. "Thank you, Brianna. See you later." 

She escaped out the door with her things and stood in the hallway to cool her flaming cheeks. When she was a little more composed, she went downstairs and to the door, quickly.

The festivities were due to start right after lunchtime. Brianna had a few dresses she had woven for herself, but her favorite was a pretty peach blouse with a patterned skirt that was trimmed with silver thread (not real silver, of course). She pulled it over her head and put her hair in a ponytail. She put on the tiny pair of gold earrings her mother had given her, as well as the gold bracelet and the silver anklets also from her mother. The anklets had tiny bells that jingled when she walked. As she dressed, she refused to ask herself whom she was dressing up for.


Brianna



I don't think I can resist much longer. As I let her into my house, I watch my best friend, Brianna, with barely concealed lust. Her bright blue eyes and long brown hair entice me powerfully. I really, really want to kiss her. I want to see her round breasts, touch them, lick them, and do whatever I can to them. I'm not even sure what I would do with her body exactly, I just know that this lesbian attraction has gotten into my head and I can't get it out. I had never even looked at a girl this way before I walked in on my little sister.

I'm older than my sister by two years. She just turned nineteen. She's a freshman in college, and I still think of her as little, despite her now-full tits and gorgeous body that has the guys always harassing our house when she's home for the summer. I always wondered why I never saw the guys with her... and then I walked in on her and her blonde petite friend.

I saw the two of them naked and sweaty, her girlfriend up against the headboard of her bed, legs back by her head, and my little sister's long tongue snaking in and out of the shaven pussy in front of her like some lurid scene from the lesbian porn my boyfriend always tried to get me to watch. At first I was shocked, and immediately walked out. I still don't know if they realized I saw them.

At first, I felt horrible, disgusted, and surprised. I was seriously in shock, traumatized and dazed for nearly a week. My little sister, someone that I'd always thought of as a little version of me and just as pretty, was a lesbian! I couldn't believe it! I started thinking about what someone with her body was doing with other girls. The image of that wet, glistening pussy with that long tongue sliding up and down it kept coming back to me. It was strangely and subversively attractive... but I was straight, so I tried to put it out my head. The thing is, I had thought she was straight, too.

I kept thinking more and more about what I had seen. Each day, my sister and her 'friend' would disappear at random points throughout the day, and my parents were totally oblivious. Were they running off to have sex? It really started to get under my skin, the fact that I knew passionate lesbian sex was secretly happening in my house and nobody else knew that I knew! I felt a little crazy.

I started looking up random myths and rumors I had heard about lesbians on the internet, trying to figure out what my little sister saw in girls. I was surprised to read that lesbians really could have sex all night, and it made me kind of dissatisfied with my boyfriend's race to the finish line in our five minute sex sessions. I started looking at the other girls around me, seeing sexual potential and a secret sexual side in them. Really attractive girls started to catch my eye, when I never noticed them before. It made me embarrassed, and I hid it the best I could.

Then, my best friend Brianna came back from college for the summer. Her school got out late, so I had been waiting for her to get back. She looked amazing, and was strangely flirty with me and really energetic and happy to see me. She seemed different. I wondered what exactly she might have experienced this year while she was away. I wondered -- had the friend I'd known most of my life had sex with another girl!?

I wondered what it was like. Did they get drunk in her room? Who seduced who? I started imagining those bright blue eyes and that long brown hair between a girl's tan, toned legs, her tongue guiding her through an intensely sexual experience for hours on hours. The more I fantasized about it, the more convinced I became that she had had sex with a girl. It's what girls do at college, right? Half my friends had done it, and I had never understood why before.

As the days passed, the more I fantasized about Brianna licking a girl, the hornier I got. I'm now at the point where I'm fantasizing about her between MY legs! And, of course, I can't forget that powerful erotic image of my sister licking that girl's glistening sex... it makes me really badly want to taste a girl. I've never experienced anything like it and I get desperate imagining my own taste on my fingers as being another girl's. Sometimes, the urge is so powerful I'm afraid I might proposition my own sister.

I have to do something.

"Are you staring at my boobs?" Brianna asks jokingly.

"No, no!" I say, jumping out of my thoughts and realizing that I was staring. "I was just... thinking."

Brianna lifts the grocery bag she brought, puts it on the kitchen counter, and pulls out a bottle of wine. I look at it in shock, barely hiding my excitement. What has she got planned?

"What's this?" I ask, trying to sound casually interested.

"This'll make the movie much more enjoyable," Brianna says, smiling. "I can't pay attention to anything longer than ten minutes without some alcohol."

"Hah, me neither," I agree, laughing. Secretly, I'm excited as hell. Is she going to make a move on me? She pulls out the movie, and I'm disappointed to see it's a movie that's actually good, which means we'll actually watch it.

We make dinner for the next twenty minutes, and she continually seems to touch me on the elbow or side or shoulder while smiling and doing her part of the cooking. She's way more energetic than I remember her, and we laugh and get along amazingly well. It really seems like she's flirting with me, and it gets harder and harder for me to concentrate. By the time we take the plates in to the table in the living room in front of the TV, I feel like I might just explode. She puts in the movie and starts it, sitting really close to me on the couch.

While the beginning credits roll, she touches my blonde hair.

"I really like how you have your hair now," she tells me, and I feel like her smile lasts a little too long and her gaze lingers on my mouth. Am I just imagining things?

"Thanks," I manage to force out, along with a smile.

She lets go of my hair and turns to watch the movie. I take several nervous sips of my wine. She's only a few inches away, and I can feel her body heat.

"Trying to beat me?" she asks, looking at my almost-empty wine glass. She gulps her wine down in one breath and refills both of our glasses. "I haven't lost all year!"

I laugh, a little bit of my nervousness fading. She really has to be trying to seduce me, right? I start imagining all sorts of sexual things we might do tonight, the fact that we are so close only adding to the intimacy. I wonder what she's thinking. What would she say if she knew all the insane lesbian fantasies I was having right now?

I keep sneaking glances at her while she watches the movie. I also make sure to drink rather quickly because she refuses to drink less than me. She makes a flirty game out of it, laughing and leaning against me whenever I try to out-drink her and she just guzzles a whole glass in response. In no time at all, the entire bottle is gone, and everything starts to seem hilarious.

She wastes no opportunity to lean against me or hold me while we laugh at every comment either of us makes. The movie, which I thought was going to be good but turned out to be ridiculous, provides a constant source of things for me to nitpick at and make jokes. I'm glad we have the movie, because I'd be totally silent from nervousness otherwise. Every time she leans against me, her bright blue eyes or cute smile or long brown hair catches my full attention and leaves me speechless for a moment. I can't tell if she notices.

Should I make the first move? Is she going to? There's no way she's not trying to seduce me, right? She's all over me! She's picked a bad movie and gotten us tipsy! She moves a little bit closer, a little off-balance from the wine.

"So how's the boyfriend?" she asks dramatically, and laughs. She and my boyfriend never got along. He was kind of a dick.

"Oh, we broke up a week or two ago..." I tell her, not telling her that I dumped him because I can't stop thinking about girls... or her.

"That's too bad," she says sarcastically, leaning her chin on my shoulder, her wine-scented breath sliding warmly across my cheek. Is she sarcastic because she didn't like him, or because she wants me and now I'm single? I bite my lip, her closeness making me freeze. I stare at her full lips, wondering if I should suddenly turn and kiss her. Do it, I yell in my head, do it!

But before I can work up the courage, she moves back to sitting against the couch and watches the movie again. The shock of what I almost did makes me shaky and nervous. I keep looking her over and staring at her breasts, which are very obvious and attractive at this angle under her tight shirt. I can't believe what I'm thinking! This is my best friend of eight years, what would she think of me if she knew?

The risk is huge, but the possibility of what could happen between us is also amazing. We could have so much fun. It would be like combining my friends and my boyfriend into one person, without the dick -- literally! I know she would treat me great, and, even better, we could run around having sex any time we wanted just like my little sister and her girlfriend... that word, girlfriend, really gets to me. I can't believe I'm thinking this, but it makes so much sense. I want Brianna as my... girlfriend!

I watch her pouting lips and bright blue eyes as she watches the movie. How in the world do I bring this up to her? What if she shoots me down? I'll be single and friendless. I always miss her when she's gone. I really don't want to lose her.

I sit in indecision so long, the movie ends, and when I look over at her, she's asleep! She lies against the armrest of the couch, happily asleep. I should have known, considering how much wine she drank. I'm so stupid. What was I thinking? Of course she wasn't trying to seduce me. I sit down next to her on the couch and stroke her long brown hair. I stare at her beautiful face, and something important occurs to me. I've already lost my friendship with her. I can't enjoy our friendship if I'm exploding with crazy thoughts every time she's around.

My heart pounds intensely, because I'm actually going to do it this time. I'm scared but weirdly relieved. I put my left hand on her abdomen and shake her gently. When she moves her head sleepily, indicating that she's half awake, I steel myself. The choice is explode or do it, and I choose to do it. I lean forward slowly, and kiss my best friend's pouting lips.

I kiss her lips lightly, not sure what she'll do. I keep my eyes open to watch her reaction, scared that she'll freak. Without opening her eyes, she slides an arm around the back of my neck and pulls me in closer, kissing me back. We kiss a few times, and all the worry goes out of me when she lays her head back, opens her bright blue eyes, and smiles happily at me. She pulls me in again, and I slide my tongue against hers, reveling in the soft, different feel of her tongue and full lips. It feels that much better because it's her, my best friend. I can almost feel what she feels, and I know she wants this as much as I do. I couldn't be more elated!

She kisses me passionately, putting her hands on either side of my face and pulling me close. Wordlessly, she pushes me back up until we are both sitting, circling her tongue against mine. I've never enjoyed a kiss this much, ever! Her lips are so soft, her warmth so intimate, it makes me want to melt. She slides her hands under my shirt, feeling my tummy and back and sides, seeming to love feeling every inch of me that she touches.

A slight wave of dizziness passes through me as her wandering hands find the base of my bra. It just hits me -- a girl, my best friend, is about to touch me sexually! I just keep kissing her, hoping that she does. I really, really want her to, but she just keeps teasing me... ah, finally! Her soft hands feel so good against my breasts, her fingers pressed under my bra. It's been a long time since someone else could make me feel pleasure through my breasts, but her exploring fingers feel incredible. She kneads my skin and brushes my nipples, and I shudder. Her hands go back to my sides, and she puts her forehead against mine for a moment, flashing me a very excited smile that I see out of the corner of my eye.

I take the opportunity to kiss across her cheek and down to her soft, inviting neck. I put my hands on her sides for the first time, slowly sliding her shirt up to get my hands against her skin. My heart pounds with excitement. All my nervousness is gone, replaced by fantastic anticipation of the things I'll get to do with her. I lift her shirt up, and move down to kiss her soft tummy gently. Looking up at her, I see her bright blue eyes watching me while she smiles. Something about the way her brown hair frames her face makes her seem intensely beautiful. I kiss my way up her tummy, followed by my hands, which find their way upwards.

I slip my fingers underneath her bra, feeling the bases of both of her gorgeous tits at the same time. I shudder again, in disbelief and excitement. I've been staring at her body all night, and I can't believe I'm actually getting to touch it! I look up at her again, and she smiles back at me approvingly. I squeeze her tits and rub them, the feel of her nipples shocking me in an inexplicable way. I just keep thinking -- I'm feeling up a girl! I'm feeling up Brianna! I would freak out if not for her content smile and excited eyes that tell me that it's all okay.

She reaches behind her back and undoes her bra, sliding it out and throwing it on the floor. I lift her shirt a little more, my hands now free to really explore her tits. In a daze, I lift her shirt up all the way off her head, and slowly return back to the sight of her full, gorgeous tits awaiting me. Her body is so beautiful! I lean down and kiss her nipples, first the left, then the right. She jumps a tiny bit when I first lick her right nipple. I suck on it, loving the feel of her breast against my lips.

I explore her breasts with my tongue, sucking, kissing, and licking every bit of them. I drink in the sensations, lost in how wrong this is and how right it feels all at the same time. She tugs at my shirt, grinning, and I slide it over my head. I unhook my bra and fling it somewhere. Her eyes widen as she sees my breasts for the first time, and she sits up, puts her arms around my back as I sit above her lap, and hungrily devours my left nipple. I arch my back, making my breasts stick out so she can get her mouth on them at a better angle.

I run my hands down her back as she licks the undersides of my breasts, and I marvel at how the soft skin on her shoulders feels. God, she's so beautiful! I love that she is just as attracted to me. I can feel it by the way she tries to get every sensation she can out of loving my body, as if she's wanted this for quite awhile.

When one of her hands tugs at my belt, I suddenly become aware of a whole new level to this that we haven't broached yet. My legs and crotch seem hot, sweaty, and constrained by my jeans. I really want them off, but that would mean... I'd be in my panties, basically naked... and then she'd take off her pants, too... and then, oh my God...

I scoot back, getting off of her lap and sitting against the arm of the couch. I gulp nervously, not sure what I should do. She leans forward, close to me, and kisses each breast once, and then my tummy. She looks up at me expectantly, hovering near my tummy but not too close.

All those fantasies suddenly come back to me all at once, of her face between a girl's legs, and then my legs. I remember a dozen crazy masturbation sessions to that image, and being hornier than I'd ever been before. Her smile seals the deal. I know I'm afraid, but I also know, more than anything: I want this. I want her. My whole body suddenly seems to turn to painful solid rock in nervousness. The only thing I can move is my hand, which floats down to my belt. I undo the clasp, and then flop my hand to my side, all my bravery spent. I close my eyes, totally overwhelmed with nervousness.

I feel a soft circle of moisture touch my belly button -- her lips. I feel the soft moisture again, a little lower. I feel warm fingers fumbling at the button of my jeans, and then unzipping them. A tiny rush of air cools my heated crotch, and it feels good. I feel those warm fingers tugging at the edges of my jeans, pulling them down, sliding them down, and navigating them around my knees. Oh my God... I curl my legs to help the jeans pass. With an anti-climactic suddenness, my jeans are gone. All I feel is the cool air on my crotch, my uncomfortably sweaty panties, the dull fabric of the couch against my legs, and the socks on my feet.

I tense for a few terrifying moments. Where is she? What is she thinking? I want to know, desperately, but I can't open my eyes. I jump when I feel her soft hands on my thighs. She gently pushes against them, and it takes all of my energy to move them apart. I keep telling myself -- this is Brianna, she'll never hurt you. The thought keeps me from freaking when I feel her hand touch my panties for the first time.

She just leaves her hand there for a few moments, and I wonder whose benefit it's for. Is she letting me get used to how it feels to have her hand there? Or is she letting the weight of the moment sink in for her? Was I wrong about her having sex with a girl this year? Is this her first time with a girl too? The thought suddenly makes me feel very close to her, even more than I did a moment ago. This isn't just sex for her. It's about us, the two of us! I can feel her hand shaking with nervousness. This is her first time with a girl, too!

With my eyes still closed, I lay my hand on top of hers, guiding her up and down my panties, telling her silently that it's alright, that I want this, too. Her hand achieves a gentle rubbing motion on top of my panties, and I let go, focusing on how it feels to have Brianna touch me there. Her touch is soft, but firm, and I feel myself starting to get really excited. The scent of my crotch somehow reaches me. This is more turned on than I have ever been!...

... until I feel her fingers slow, and then curl under the edge of my panties. They slid down my thighs, then around my knees, following my jeans to who knows where. I lean back, my eyes still closed. I feel her hands on my thighs again, and this time, I don't hesitate to open my legs. The scent of sweat and musk reaches me again, stronger this time. I hear an intake of breath below me somewhere. Is she smelling me? The thought really excites me for some reason. Another few tense moments pass, and then...

A wet silk firmness touches the skin right above my sex. My body jumps. The moist amazing feeling slides down, gently touching my lower lips for the first time. Oh my God, it's her tongue, it's a girl's tongue -- Brianna is licking my pussy! My eyes stay tightly shut as the wet firmness explores me, first high, then lower. My scent grows stronger, while random jabs of pleasure shoot through me from where the silk muscle touches my sensitive sex. When the moist firmness suddenly grows, flattens, and slides from the bottom of my lips to the top, I almost lose it and scream. It feels so damn wonderful!

It feels incredible, and the more it goes on, the more I lose myself in the feeling and forget my nervousness. My mind finds those fantasies again, of Brianna between my legs, and another tiny wave of dizziness passes through my head as I realize that it's actually happening. With my eyes closed, this feels safe and private, like masturbating. If I open my eyes and realize my fantasy, I'll have to actually face the fact that my best friend is licking my pussy.

All the fun we've had together over the years comes back to me, and how wonderful and caring she is. I wonder, did I have a crush on her before but not realize it? Did she have feelings for me before, and I just didn't notice? When I realize again that she'll never, ever hurt me, I finally open my eyes and look down at her.




Brianna



To my surprise, she's looking right at me, her gorgeous bright blue eyes locked on the visible sensations rolling through my face as she licks me. When she sees that I've finally opened my eyes and looked at her, a happy smile grows in her expression. Her tongue snakes in and out of me, reminding me of what I saw my sister doing. I think I get what my sister likes about girls now. Framed by her tussled brown hair, Brianna's face looks absolutely stunning between my legs. It's a thousand times more powerful than the fantasy image I had. It makes a serious impact on me somewhere deep. I feel unbelievably erotic.

I can finally match the sensations I felt to her actual tongue. She starts a consistent rhythm of licking up and down against my clit. Combined with the erotic image of her between my legs, the pleasure in me swells beyond my control. Before I realize it, my lower body twitches, and then my abdomen tightens, my hands clench, and the skin on my face tingles. The sublime pleasure of this orgasm seems deeper, softer, and more feminine than any I've had. I forget everything else and concentrate on the wonderful feeling. The tingling and pleasure and twitching keeps rolling through me, and she keeps licking, watching me orgasm for a good two minutes. I fight to keep it going, not wanting to let the wonderful feeling go, but it finally subsides.

I lay still for a few moments, restoring my sense of self, incorporating this new experience. Her bright blue eyes watch me as her head hovers a little above my crotch, her mouth and chin glistening. I realize that she's waiting for my reaction, to see how I feel. I smile contentedly at her, and I see her relax visibly. She's so beautiful... I know this can't be wrong. I touch her face and bring her forward to kiss her deeply, tasting myself faintly on her soft lips and firm tongue. Ah, I love that tongue! Tasting myself on her lips makes me realize that there is more I can do with her that I haven't fantasized about... but I definitely want to experience it.

I push her back gently, pushing her to a sitting position against the back of the couch, her feet down on the carpet. I lower my knees on to the floor to put myself at a good height and angle for accessing between her legs, and I slowly remove her jeans like she removed mine. I keep my eyes locked on hers the whole time, trading expressions of excitement, happiness, and nervousness with her as I tug her jeans over her bare feet. I briefly wonder when she took her socks off, and realize that I'm completely naked except for my own socks. I struggle to slide them off with my toes. When I finally get them off, I look up to see her suppressing a humored grin at my sock troubles. I shrug and smile in response.

My hands come to rest on her lower thighs, and I find the soft heat of her skin very enticing. The scent of my arousal fills the air and the messy wetness between my legs makes me feel extremely sexual, especially knowing that her full, gorgeous lips were just down there. The sexuality brushes aside my nervousness effortlessly. Still keeping eye contact with her, I kiss her tummy and down her legs as I slide her panties off. I see the anticipation rise in her eyes and the tensing of her body. I slide her panties around her ankles and throw them aside, returning all the way up to her fearful bright blue eyes.

I kiss her again, slower but somehow deeper and more passionate than our kisses before. I keep my hands on the silken skin of her sides, listening to her excited breathing and kissing her cheeks and forehead slowly, until I feel her relax. When she does, I start kissing slowly down her body, taking extra time at her nipples, still drinking in the new sensations of making love to a girl. I continue down across her flat tummy, kissing her smooth skin until I get to the small patch of hair just above her sex. 

I look up at her eyes again, and, somehow, her gaze erases any hesitation I might have had. Grinning, I thrust her legs apart with my hands. She bites her lip, her expression excited. I lower my head a little, and break eye contact with her to come face to face with another girl's pussy for the first time. Not just any girl's, either -- Brianna's! It just feels so right.

Her sex is literally soaked, the moisture of her excitement glistening attractively. I can finally smell her, too. The sweet scent is very enticing. I can tell that she is turned on as hell, and it excites me incredibly. I can even see her clit, desperately wanting to be stimulated. I reach out a finger, touching another girl for the first time. I avoid her clit, not wanting to touch it with a dry finger.

I slide my finger across the lips of her vagina, and pry them apart to look at her gorgeous sex. I look up at her and lick my lips, and she grins in response. I kiss to each side, and then, finally, kiss Brianna's pussy. The first kiss, the first lick, and the first gentle suck of her delicious folds will be on my mind forever. I lick her from bottom to top like she did to me, reveling in the taste and wetness and silken sensation. Best of all, I get to watch her beautiful feminine body react to every lick and kiss. Oh, I realize happily, I am definitely loving this! I lock eyes with her again, conveying my realization with my excited expression, and something sparks between us.

"Use a finger, too," she breathes, the first words either of us have spoken. It doesn't shock me at all -- in fact, the words slide effortlessly out of the spark that just happened between us. A little energy and excitement is suddenly injected into me. We both want this immensely. Why be shy about it?

I lick the top of her pussy, sliding my tongue in circles around her clit, while I explore the bottom with my finger. She closes her eyes and breathes out deeply. I lick and kiss her clit, but it gets hard to concentrate with the ache in my own pussy. I find licking her feminine sex so erotic that I can't help but be turned on again.

"Come here," I tell her excitedly, moving backward onto the open carpet. She immediately obliges.

"Lay next to me," I guide her. She lays right next to me on the floor, her pussy close to my face. I lift her leg up with my hand, and she arches it over my head, giving me access to her. I do the same with my legs, feeling her exploring hands gently probing my sex.

"Want me to try fingers on you?" she asks, hopeful.

"Yeah," I tell her, my body arching instinctively to the slow penetration of her wet fingers. Did she lick them first, or am I just that soaked down there? Probably both, I realize. She would know, because she's a girl! Ah, the thought keeps hitting me and exciting me even more. I turn my attention to her pussy near my face.

"You want fingers, too? Or both?" I ask her, kissing each of her lips. I lick her just as she responds.

"B- ah, both, that feels good," she responds, her warm breath running over my sex. I slide a little closer to her, feeling her tits pressed up against my abdomen and mine pressed up against hers, and move around a little to get a good angle at her inviting pussy. I'm well aware that she made me orgasm and I haven't made her yet -- I really, really want to feel her come, how her smooth body will press up against mine and how the walls of her vagina will clench around my fingers.

I put two of my fingers in my mouth, still tasting her on my index finger, and then slide them into her gently. She's very tight at first. I feel her wince momentarily, and then relax. Slowly, I start fingering her, kissing her clit as I do. Strangely, it feels like I am doing it to myself somehow, because she matches my movements and pleasure jabs through my pussy almost in response to my fingers. Sex with a girl is amazing, I think to myself, but even better that it's my best friend. I feel comfortable telling her what I want.

"Can you suck on my lips as you finger me? I really love that," I say in between pressing my lips against her clit. I feel a soft vacuum against my flesh near her fingers, and pleasure rolls through me from it. Her crotch and legs move a little bit.

"Here, rest your head on my leg," I hear her say, her voice coming from near the wonderful sensations rolling through me. I move my butt to let her do the same. From my new position, I hold my arm up in the air to get a good angle with my fingers. I lick the bottom of her pussy, nearest to my mouth, and I feel her doing the same, alternating between that and sucking on my lips while she rubs the whole top of my pussy, a gentle pressure on my clit.

The pleasure keeps hitting me from every direction, much better and more intense than any sex I've ever had. The more I feel, the faster I slide my tongue up and down against the bottom of her pussy, my head resting on her smooth inner thigh. I curl my two fingers into her, sliding them in and out of her vagina as my whole hand rubs her clit. I feel completely tuned in to her pussy, and the sensations that I cause in her. I absolutely love this!

"Harder," she moans, and I increase my pace. I feel my own orgasm building, and she rubs and licks me harder, too. I feel her twitch, and I almost burst with excitement. An intensely erotic idea occurs to me as we near our mutual orgasm. I keep rubbing her, but move my hand down a little to give room for my mouth. I slide my tongue into her as far as it will go, her intensely sweet flavor sending me over the edge even as my penetration causes her to moan loudly and start writhing in pleasure.

I slide my tongue back and forth inside her and continue to rub my fingers against her clit, and her fingers and tongue continue their magic inside me, even as we both orgasm. Our bodies convulse against each other, her soft breasts pressing into me hard. Her legs tighten around my head, but I keep tonguing her. Most erotically of all, I feel her soft walls clenching against my tongue. My orgasm washes over me, supporting the wonderful sensation of my tongue in a girl's pussy as she comes.

Our bodies finally relax, and I hear her sigh with deep satisfaction. For a few long moments, we just lie there, thinking about what we just did. Then, she sits up, and I sit up, too. Her bright blue eyes lock with mine, and a huge smile dominates her face. I smile back, and kiss her on the lips quickly.

"Brianna, that was honestly amazing," I tell her, unafraid.

She nods, and brushes her tussled hair out of her face.

"Are you kidding?" she says, grinning. "Amazing isn't even the half of it!"

She lays a hand on mine.

"Was that your first... with a girl?" I ask her, biting my lip.

She nods, sneaking a glance at my breasts hanging in front of her.

"What changed?" I ask. "Why now, all of a sudden?"

"Nothing changed," she responds, and kisses my shoulder. "You're the one who kissed me, remember?"

I bite her ear gently as it comes near me.

"I could swear you were trying to seduce me," I tell her. "The flirtiness, the wine, a movie with just us..."

"Hah," she laughs. "I've done that with you a hundred times. I thought it would never happen! You're the one that changed; something finally made you do it."

I kiss her cheek, laughing.

"You've been trying to bag me all these years?" I ask her. "Was I that blind? I never noticed you checking out girls!"

She shakes her head.

"I can't explain it," she says, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. "It's not 'girls.' It's... just you."

I freeze for a moment, and she watches me fearfully. I think about all the incredible times I've had with her, and this all just really makes perfect sense. I look over her gorgeous feminine body, her smooth skin, her round breasts, her glistening sex, her lithe legs, and her unbelievably attractive eyes. Yeah, I decide, I could get used to this, for sure.

"Good," I tell her, and kiss her deeply. When our kiss ends, her face exudes happiness. I recall those articles I looked up about girls having sex all night long, and a mischievous spirit overtakes me.

"Come on, we've got the house to ourselves for another two days," I tell her. "Let's go upstairs."

Still naked, I grab her hand and lead Brianna, my best friend and my new girlfriend, to my bedroom. As I close the door and turn to see her lying on my bed, gorgeous, sexually charged, and inviting me in, I make a mental note: I'll have to remember to thank my sister.



Brianna



Suntem pe lac, în Herăstrău, doar că în toiul iernii...

Este frig -- habar n-am câte grade, dar sigur cu minus...

Gheața, din ce-mi dau seama, este suficient de groasă, chiar dacă zilele trecute a fost destul de cald.

Ziceam suntem, pentru că sunt cu Petre, amic zbanghiu, îndrăgostit de sporturile de iarnă, indiferent care ar fi acelea...

Parcă-l văd, om serios, cum îi curg balele după săniuțele unor prichindei care au transformat unul din podurile ce asigură accesul spre Insula trandafirilor în... derdeluș, spre disperarea celor mai în vârstă, veniți în plimbare și care parcurg podul cu dificultate și cu teama ca nu cumva să alunece și să cadă...

Noi suntem cu patinele, pe care le încălțăm, apoi, la risc, lăsăm încălțările pe mal, în ideea de a nu le căra cu noi și, oricum, le vom avea, cât de cât, sub ochi...

Ce nu-mi surâde este că, pentru a ajunge la stratul gros de gheață trebuie parcurși circa cincizeci de centimetri de gheață subțire -- v-am spus că a fost destul de cald...

Chiar mă întreb de ce nu ne-om fi dus noi la Floreasca, la patinoar, fără să ne asumăm riscuri de-astea prostești...

Eu, sincer, acolo aș fi mers, dar m-a luat Petre la ture, că n-are chef să se împiedice la fiecare pas de toată puștimea nepricepută...

Știindu-l cât de căpos poate să devină, am cedat și am făcut cum a zis el...

Oricum, noi, spre deosebire de alții, chiar știm cam pe unde rezistă gheața, topindu-se ultima, primăvara, așa că ne ferim de acea zonă nasoală, chiar riscantă...

Cum spuneam, este frig, gheața este bună, așa că ne distrăm și noi, parcurgând distanța de vreo sută de metri, dus-întors și tot așa...

La un moment dat, Petre îmi atrage atenția asupra unei siluete, sigur de gagică, rupându-se-n figuri de balet pe gheață însă intrând, periculos de mult, în zona riscantă.

Ne îndreptăm și noi, rapid, pe direcția respectivă, apoi începem să strigăm până reușim să-i atragem atenția gagicii. Se oprește și se uită la noi. Îi explicăm, punându-ne plămânii la treabă, că se află într-o zonă periculoasă.

În sfârșit, e clar că a înțeles ce-i comunicăm, însă, pur și simplu, își reia patinatul, ignorându-ne...

Deh, mai târziu aveam să aflu că fata, pur și simplu, a crezut că vrem s-o agățăm.

Lui Petre, ca de obicei, îi sare țandăra, aruncă un:

-- Dă-o dracului de proastă! - și-și reia traseul, plecând în viteză...

Eu, mai grijuliu sau mai fraier, o iau pe urmele lui, însă nu mă grăbesc...

Deja am două obiective în vizor -- ba mă uit la bocanci, să nu cumva să plece fără noi, ba mă uit să văd ce mai face fata...

Fata face tot soiul de piruete, rupându-se-n figuri, dar sigur nu este meseriașă -- probabil că încearcă și ea să imite ce a văzut la televizor...

Treaba ei!

Treaba ei, într-adevăr, mai ales că, la un moment dat, în liniștea parcului se aud niște zgomote -- sinistre, din punctul meu de vedere, mai ales că știu ce vor să însemne...

Ce o fi făcut, habar n-am, că mă uitam în altă parte, însă cert este că după cum a încremenit, tocmai ce a constatat că nu i-am spus că zona este periculoasă, doar așa, la mișto!...

Mă îndrept rapid spre ea și constat ceea ce era mai rău -- gheața a început să se crape...

Îmi pun mâinile pâlnie la gură și-i strig:

-- Lasă-te, cât poți de ușor, pe vine, apoi întinde-te pe burtă!

De data asta, duduia nu mai suferă de otită selectivă și... mă ascultă.

Apoi, tot prin metoda strigăte și hăuleli îi explic că va trebui să vină spre mine târându-se, căutând să-și distribuie greutatea pe o suprafață cât mai mare de gheață...

În fine, ca să nu măresc suspansul, că nu ăsta-i scopul povestirii de față, fata, destul de sportivă, reușește să iasă din zona periculoasă.

A trebuit ca eu și cu Petre s-o ridicăm aproape cu forța înapoi, în picioare, că nu mai vroia decât să stea cu burta lipită de gheață.

Este udă toată -- îmbibată cu apă -- canadiana, pantalonii -- cred și eu, după ce s-a târât mai bine de cincizeci de metri...

Probabil că e udă și în chiloți. Petre-mi șoptește că sigur s-a pișat pe ea de frică!...

La frigul de afară și la cât are ea hainele de ude, sigur o paște vreo pneumonie, ceva, așa că eu, milos din fire, stabilesc cu Petre că revin după ce o conduc acasă pe Brianna, că așa o cheamă, cu autoturismul meu propriu și personal, cu căldura dată la maxim...

Oricum, până ajungem la mașină și chiar și după aia, Brianna nu se oprește din dârdâială...

E clar că frica și frigul și-au făcut serios efectul...

O conduc până pe undeva, pe o străduță din Cotroceni, îi recomand o baie fierbinte, două aspirine și, dacă reușește, un somn bun, să se refacă.

Multe nu apuc să observ la ea, din cauza echipamentului, plus că sunt atent la drum, nu la cum arată gagica...

Observ, totuși că are ochii verzi, o față ovală, un nas drept, potrivit cu restul și o gură destul de senzuală...

Părul, din șuvițele care-i ies de sub căciulă, trebuie să fie de un șaten destul de închis, dar, repet, eu acum sunt atent la drum.

Ne despărțim, nu înainte de a-i cere numărul de telefon, ca s-o sun mai pe seară, să-mi povestească dacă a scăpat cu bine...

Îmi dă numărul de telefon, dar mă roagă să n-o sun decât a doua zi, pentru că, dacă reușește să adoarmă, cu siguranță că nu se va mai trezi decât a doua zi, dimineața...

Îmi mulțumește de mă zăpăcește și mai face și mojicia să-mi propună să-mi achite contravaloarea benzinei, măcar...

Mă șifonez, vizibil și-i explic că, dacă asta mi-era preocuparea, o conduceam până la prima stație de taxi...

În fine, ne despărțim, iar eu revin la lac, unde Petre nu mai încetează să-mi pună tot soiul de întrebări...

Ricanez și eu:

-- Băi băiatule, tu te-ai tâmpit de tot?!?... Aia tremura ca varga și de frig și de groaza celor prin care a trecut, iar eu, inteligent, mă apucam să-i fac curte! Bravo!...

Nu se poate abține:

-- Pun pariu că ți-a dat un număr la vrăjeală!... Vezi tu mâine! O să ți se răspundă că-i greșeală!...

Cum nici eu nu-s tâmpit, am avut grijă să rețin strada și numărul, așa că, după ce-l las pe Petre acasă la el, dau o raită pe la un oficiu telefonic unde lucrează o fostă colegă de liceu și o rog să-mi facă favoarea să-mi spună -- chestie total interzisă -- la ce adresă figurează numărul de telefon pe care mi l-a dat Brianna...

Roxana, fată bună și cu destul de mult lipici în ce mă privește, încă de când eram elevi de liceu, nu numai că-mi dă adresa, care corespunde, dar îmi spune și numele titularului numărului de telefon...

Îi mulțumesc, o sărut, ca între colegi pe amândoi obrăjorii și plec.

Nu, nu se pune problema de alte chestii, întrucât între timp fata s-a măritat, iar acum, din ce mi-a spus, lucrează intens la conceperea unui urmaș...

Normal că, măgar cum sunt, mă ofer, în caz de probleme, s-o ajut...

Îmi aruncă un:

-- Măi... iepure altoit!...

Știu că mi-o spune cu simpatie și că nici nu se supără...

În adolescență, am avut plăcerea să parcurgem câțiva kilometri buni, la orizontală, pe la mine prin pat, pentru că la ea nu se putea, întrucât o avea pe bunică-sa cantonată la ei în apartament, la permanență...

Nici nu-mi plăcea să merg pe la ea, întrucât nu treceau nici cinci minute și apărea cotoroanța, ba s-o întrebe ceva pe Roxana, ba s-o roage s-o ajute cu nu știu ce, ba cine știe ce, doar ca nu cumva să ne lase prea mult timp singuri, între patru pereți...

Eu chiar îi găsisem și o poreclă: Cerberul.

Degeaba o flituia Roxana, trimițând-o la plimbare, că baba, nimic!

Oricum, își schimba brusc atitudinea în caz că nu eram doar noi doi, ci mai era și vreo altă colegă de-a noastră...

Ne făcea cafele, apoi ne lăsa să ne vedem de ale noastre...

Totuși, ca să fiu corect până la capăt, femeia avea ceva pitici pe creier întrucât fiică-sa, adică mama Roxanei, s-a măritat când era deja gravidă în câteva luni...

Deh, vorba aceea: cine se frige cu ciorbă, suflă și-n iaurt!...

Dar, să revenim la Brianna -- n-am apucat s-o întreb care-i viața ei, dacă lucrează, dacă este studentă, sau care îi este programul, la modul general, din motive lesne de înțeles, așa că pe la zece dimineața, profitând de faptul că sunt singur în birou, pun mâna pe telefon și sun.

Îmi răspunde o voce feminină, dar n-am curaj să mă avânt și să pun direct întrebarea cheie dacă este, sau nu, Brianna, ci, politicos, după ce salut, o cer la telefon.

Bine am făcut, întrucât, aflu mai târziu, tocmai îmi răspunsese vară-sa, cantonată la ei pe motiv de facultate, fata fiind din provincie...

Imediat ce aude cine sunt, Brianna reia aria mulțumirilor și pupăturilor în cur, explicându-mi că dacă nu eram eu, s-o învăț ce să facă, acolo, pe gheață, probabil că nu mai ajungea acasă ci, în cel mai bun caz, la vreun spital...

O las să peroreze căci, e clar, n-o pot opri, apoi îi explic că nu pot vorbi prea mult, întrucât sunt la treabă, la birou.

Se repliază rapid și mă roagă, cu cerul și pământul, ca după program să-i fac o vizită, la o cafea.

Îi promit c-o sun înainte a pleca de la birou, salut și închid.

Vila arată bine dar, cu siguranță, a cunoscut și vremuri mai bune, însă, fiind de IAL chiriașii nu se grăbesc să bage vreun ban, că deh, nu este lucrul lor, chit că-l folosesc cu deceniile...

Camerele, se vede clar, sunt mari, spațioase, iar încălzirea, din ce-mi dau seama, se face cu sobe din teracotă prevăzute cu arzătoare cu gaze -- deh, trăim vremuri moderne, s-a dus epoca încălzirii cu lemne sau cărbuni!...

Oricum, din ce simt eu, sobele fac față cu brio, asigurând o atmosferă plăcută, caldă, primitoare...

Și cafeaua este bună, mai ales că Brianna a fost fată ascultătoare și nu a pus nici un strop de zahăr.

Este echipată tot la genul sportiv, doar că de data asta pot să-i admir sânii prin pulover-ul ce i se mulează pe corp, iar jeanșii îmi inspiră un cur și niște bulane nu tocmai de lepădat...

Fără să folosesc ruleta, sau vreun metru de tâmplărie, apreciez că are până într-un metru șaptezeci, mai ales că în picioare nu este încălțată decât cu niște papuci de casă...

Și... da, am avut dreptate! Părul este de un șaten închis!...

Pe vară-sa, care este și ea acasă, n-are rost să v-o descriu, întrucât în povestea de față, în afară de faza cu răspunsul la telefon, nu joacă vreun rol...

Oricum, a răspuns ea la telefon, întrucât aștepta s-o sune hăndrălăul -- de fapt, nu trec zece minute, că se retrage, se echipează de oraș și, după ce-i șoptește ceva Briannei la ureche, pleacă.

Or fi fiind ele verișoare, însă se pare că Brianna are altă educație, întrucât se înroșește la față și-și cere scuze pentru mitocănia vară-si, apoi chiar divulgă ce i-a șoptit aia -- cică s-ar putea să-și petreacă noaptea la iubițel, așa că, dacă nu apare, să nu se îngrijoreze...

Trag și eu un fum din țigară și zâmbesc din colțul gurii -- ce aș putea comenta, că doar nu sunt babă!...

Una peste alta, aflu că Brianna lucrează la o întreprindere, totodată urmând cursurile unei facultăți din Politehnică, la seral.

Astăzi, urmare sperieturii de ieri, și-a luat liber de peste tot, ca să-și revină... vorba unui bătrân: azi e zi de sărbătoare, sfânta lene și putoare!...

Din ce văd eu, este complet OK, așa că măcar la facultate ar fi putut să se ducă...

Poate că oi fi fiind eu prea pretențios...

Din ce înțeleg, nu mai trece mult și trebuie să-i apară părinții - cum nu țin neapărat să-i cunosc, îmi termin cafeaua și plec, nu înainte de a stabili să ne vedem sâmbătă, cu un telefon de confirmare în prealabil.

După cum se pisicește pe lângă mine, după cum mă privește și se tot unduiește, n-am vreo grijă că sâmbătă poate să apară ceva... neprevăzut, care să ne strice programul.

Trece și săptămâna, iar sâmbătă după-amiaza ne întâlnim.

Nu pierd timpul, ci o invit, direct, la mine acasă, la o țuică sau un vin fiert.

Se arată de-a dreptul entuziasmată -- sigur nu din cauza țuicii, sau a vinului!...

Fierb niște vin -- asta și-a dorit -- pe care-l savurăm cu ceva sărățele și fumând destul de consistent, apoi, uitându-se-n ochii mei, Brianna îmi mărturisește că îi place de mine, iar că la cei douăzeci de ani ai ei nu se sfiește să mi-o spună deschis, direct...

Acestea fiind spuse, se ridică în picioare și mă roagă să nu mă supăr, dar că ea trebuie să plece acasă, întrucât i-au solicitat ai ei ca să-i însoțească la ziua unei prietene de familie.

Sunt eu cam debusolat, probabil că se vede pe mine, așa că Brianna se strânge la pieptul meu și, tot pisicoasă, mă roagă să ne întâlnim a doua zi, duminică, pe la zece și, dacă nu-mi e prea greu, să trec s-o iau cu mașina de acasă...

Doar n-o să mă supăr din atâta lucru!

Oricum, spargem gheața, în sensul că ne îmbârligăm limbile vreun minut, apoi ne oprim, nu de alta, dar ca să nu ne facem sânge rău!...

În drum spre stația de taxiuri, îi spun, tandru, că a doua zi urmează să reluăm lucrurile exact de unde le-am lăsat astăzi...

O pufnește râsul, apoi, uitându-mi-se în ochi, îmi șoptește:

-- Abia aștept!...

La zece și un minut apar în fața casei Briannei -- este deja în stradă -- fată inspirată, întrucât și la ea, ca peste tot, fiind destul de multă zăpadă, parcarea este o problemă, mai ales că, fiind duminică, se pare că toți proprietarii de autovehicule sunt pe la casele lor...

Ajunși la mine, nu pierdem timpul cu finețuri, ci trecem direct la fapte.

O sărut -- mă mușcă, provocator, de buza de jos, chestie care, normal, se lasă cu consecințe -- o mușc și eu, ca să nu rămân dator...

Cobor apoi la carotidă -- o mușc, o sug, dar finuț. Nu țin neapărat să-i las urme...

Îmi bagă, pe la spate, mâna pe sub pulover, apoi îmi trage în sus de cămașă și începe să mă mângâie, direct pe piele,chestie care mă bagă-n viteză.

Mă simte și nu pot să nu-i sesizez zâmbetul din colțul gurii...

O las, mă retrag un pic și încep să mă dezbrac -- o face și ea, dar cu o lentoare și unduindu-se, de zici că vrea să-mi ofere un spectacol de striptease...

Eu, ce spectacol, că am o pulă sculată, de zile mari!...

O împing pe pat, pe spate, cu cracii în sus și-i smulg cizmele din picioare, apoi o ajut să-și dea jos jeanșii...

Trec imediat la dres și chiloți, pe care i-i scot împreună, de-a valma. Icnește, nu știu de ce!...

În sus, este deja goală, arătându-mi niște sâni destul de darnici, dar și niște sfârcuri apetisante!

Nu pierd vremea -- mă aplec și-i iau un sfârc în gură, în timp ce pe celălalt îl mângâi cu arătătorul și degetul mare.

Icnește, geme, se arcuiește -- mă prinde cu mâna de pulă și mă ajută să-mi bag pula-n pizda ei...

Surprinzător, este destul de îngustă, iar eu nu mă forțez să intru, ca mitocanul, că doar nu întârziem de undeva, așa că o iau ușor, ușor, pătrunzând-o pe măsură ce mă lasă...

Geme, vizibil mulțumită, atât de ce i se întâmplă la sfârcuri, cât și jos, în găoace...

Îi las sfârcul din gură și mă ridic -- o sărut, iar poziția asta mă ajută să-i intru mai ușor în pizdă, care, clar, între timp s-a adaptat!...

O iau de picioare și i le ridic, sprijinindu-le de umerii mei -- știu că este elastică -- doar am văzut ce făcea pe gheață, când patina!...

Gata cu finețurile! O iau la pompe, lent la început, dar adânc, îndesat, apoi, pe măsură ce-o simt că vrea și poate mai mult, întețesc apăsările.

Îi place ce-i fac!

Nu știu cât a trecut -- probabil că mai mult de un sfert de oră, dar, cum simt că tulumba dă semne de sosire, mă opresc, i-o scot, apoi umblu la un sertar din noptieră și scot un prezervativ.

Mi-l pun, apoi intru la loc.

Nu comentează în nici un fel, dar după zâmbetul din colțul gurii pe care-l afișează, îmi dau seama că e mulțumită...

Acum, cu pardesiul pe sculă, mi s-au atenuat senzațiile, așa că am de lucru serios, încă vreo zece minute, până să ajung la punctul culminant...

Oricum, am o nelămurire, întrucât, din ce am simțit eu până acum, fata nu a terminat deloc...

De regulă, în situații de-astea, port și eu o conversație, pun ceva întrebări, însă, de data asta, nu știu ce am de mă gândesc numai la mine...

Ajung la final și mă las greu pe Brianna, așteptând să mă golesc de tot...

După duș, loc în care ne purtăm de-a dreptul decent unul cu celălalt, la o țigară și o cafea, pun și întrebarea cheie, să-mi spună și mie ce-i place, cum îi place, ca să poată să ajungă și ea la orgasm...

Îmi povestește că n-a avut parte de bărbat de câteva luni bune, iar ea, din principiu, după ce a devenit femeie, nu s-a mai masturbat...

Necazul este că, dacă face pauze mai lungi de două săptămâni, are meteahna asta că durează până să ajungă la orgasm -- nu este prima femeie pe care am întâlnit-o având astfel de manifestări, așa că o cred...

Chiar îmi spune că, cel mai probabil, dacă nu ieșeam ca să-mi pun prezervativul, probabil că ar fi reușit.

Oricum, până seara avem destul timp de prostii și prosteli.

Vorbele ei, sau sclipirile languroase din ochi, habar n-am, mă fac să redevin apt de luptă, așa că mă ridic și o invit și pe Brianna să facă același lucru -- ne sărutăm, apoi o ajut să se așeze pe pat în genunchi și-i desfac, cu mâinile, bucile curului.

Mă joc -- ba-i proptesc capul pulii la intrarea în pizdă, ba la rozeta curului, fără ca să intru, nici într-o parte, nici în cealaltă...

Mă aștept la ceva comentarii, sau icnete, sau gemete, dar... nimic! Fata tace ca peștele, lăsându-mă să mă joc cu ea cum am eu poftă...

În sfârșit, mă hotărăsc și i-o înfig în gaura pizdii, de data asta ceva mai ferm, mai brutal, poate și culmea, nu apuc să intru bine că o simt cum se cabrează:

-- Ahh!!!...

Iar mârâie, acel mârâit de femeie satisfăcută...

Bine c-a reușit!...

Devine activă, împingându-se cu curul în pula mea, apoi, după nici măcar un minut, iar tremură, se contorsionează și scoate un:

-- Ahhhhhhh!!!...

O țin de bucile curului și stau adânc înfipt în ea, însă, clar, nu asta-și dorește.

În sfârșit, iese din postura de pește și scoate și ea ceva cuvinte:

-- Nu te opri! Hai!...

Pompez așa la ea mai bine de juma de oră, timp în care nu mai știu de câte ori s-a bucurat de orgasme, apoi, brusc, își duce o mână la spate și mi-o proptește pe abdomen:

-- Gata! Lasă-mă să mă întorc!

Zis și făcut, O ajut să se întindă pe spate, apoi o prind de glezne și o ajut să-și proptească tălpile pe pieptul meu.

Intru, împingându-mă în același timp spre ea, făcând-o să se crăcească mult, mult de tot -- știu că poate și că nu o doare, doar că o umplu un pic cam prea mult, chestie care, periodic, o face să tresară -- o doare, acolo, înăuntru, însă nu la modul insuportabil.

Oricum, se adaptează, așa că iarăși o țin în pompe încă mai bine de treizeci de minute, apoi ies și-mi pun un prezervativ...

Comentează:

-- Să știi că nu este neapărat necesar. Nu sunt în perioada fertilă...

Din punctul meu de vedere, cum zic vorbitorii de limbă engleză: better safe than sorry!...

Îi spun și ei chestia asta -- nu comentează, ci doar zâmbește din colțul gurii...

O întorc iarăși în patru labe și i-o bag, luând-o imediat la pompe, apoi, în timp ce o penetrez destul de violent, îi proptesc și degetul mare la curuleț. Chestia asta, din ce-mi dau eu seama, o ajută să mai termine de două ori, apoi, în sfârșit, îmi vine și mie rândul...

În sfârșit, golit, i-o scot și mergem la duș.

De data asta, insist s-o spăl pe spate -- șamponez o lufă și o iau, metodic, la frecat, începând cu umerii și coborând ușor, până jos, la călcâie...

Toarce, ca o pisică mare ce poate să fie, mai ales când o ating pe bucile curului...

O simt că are ceva pe suflet, așa că o încurajez:

-- Hai, zi-mi, ce te frământă?...

Fără să mi se uite în ochi, îmi spune, cu o voce destul de reținută, timidă parcă:

-- Știi, la chestia asta ești mai priceput ca vară-mea!...

Eu, ce mai, să-mi cadă lufa din mână și mai multe nu!...

Ca să trec peste momentul care mă cam lasă în tot soiul de dubii, arunc și eu:

-- Pâi... trimite-o la mine, la specializare!...

O bufnește râsul:

-- Băăăăăi!... să nu audă aia, că la cum o știu, e în stare să vină!...




Brianna Gets Her Wish



“Brianna, come in here, please.”

I shivered as I head my boss’s voice. He was the hottest man alive, but never seemed to notice me. Everyday, like today, I dress with a thong of some color (today red) and a matching lace bra, in hopes that he will catch a glimpse.

“Yes, sir?” I say as I walk in.

“Go to the desk, and place your hands on it.”

“Sir?”

“Do it, bri!”

Hastily I walk to the desk and do as he says. I feel him walk up behind me.

“You’re such a good little secretary,” he says close to my ear. He proceeds to slowly lick down my neck. His hands come up to my hips as he grinds his cock into my ass.

“S-sir?” I stumble.

“You know you want me, Brianna,” he laughs as he moves his hands around to my pussy, dragging my skirt up on the way. He gently teases my lips, starting to move a finger into my hole, and then stopping. I begin to arch into him.

“You like that, bri? You want me to put my finger into you?”

“Yes sir, please?” I whimper

He laughs softly. “Not yet.” He grinds his cock harder into me. I’m on the edge already. I’ve dreamed of this. He sticks one finger up inside me…then two. I come right away,

“I knew you’d like that” he says and moves his juice-covered finger up into my top to squeeze my breast. I moan.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait any more,” he says and in one swift motion he rips my panties off and spreads my legs. He quickly thrusts into me, hard. 

“Oh!” I yell.

“You like that, baby? You like it hard? You want more, tell me you want more, tell me you want me!”

“Oh god, I want you, fuck me faster, harder!”

“Yesss,” he hisses as he continues to thrust. He holds my hips down and pumps deep and fast, hitting my g-spot, thrusting and thrusting.

‘Yessss,” I whimper as he fucks me.

“Oh yeah baby, I’m there, I’m there” he says as he pulls me harder back against him, holding on to my tits. “I’m there, here I come.” He pushes hard, one final time and explodes inside of me.

“You’re not finished,” he said as he slowed down. Moving his hand back down he fondled my clit, slowly then very fast.

“Ahh! OHHH! Yes, I like that!” I yell as I come.

“Well, now, Brianna, this job could be more pleasing for us both now that we’ve found this.”

And it was.



Brianna Meets Jack



I waited at the airport terminal, not really sure what to expect. We had been chatting for several months when she said she'd have a five-hour layover in Chicago from her trip. I'd only seen one picture of Brianna and, well, as the saying goes, "How do you know it's really a picture of them?"

I held a sign that said "NetBabe" on it, a personal joke between us. I knew she was about 4 inches shorter than me and blonde. Lots of blonde babes came through the gate from this and other flights. I stood there, waiting while people chatted, hugged and greeted around me. Finally, the crowd thinned out and no one had come up to me.

I guess she had a change of heart! I thought to myself. I put the sign down and turned, almost running into a woman standing behind me in a thick coat, sunglasses and a pink, knit winter cap.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologized. I began to move around the woman when she said, "No problem, Jacko!" in that Upstate New York accent that I'd come to know so well from talking on the phone.

"Brianna?"

She grinned, took off her glasses and then laughed heartily at the expression on my face. I was stunned. She had sent me pictures that made her look gorgeous, but this was like coming face-to-face with a model. I was definitely out of my league.

"The look on your face is priceless, love!" The woman I had known as "Fawn" on the net told me, ruffling my hair. "My God, your eyes… they're so… blue!" Her finger lightly touched my nose, giving it a slight push before she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. Having nothing better to do in my dazed state, I hugged back… feeling a lithe, sensuous body underneath.

"I've got some good news and bad news," she announced as we broke our embrace. "The good news is that all the east coast airports are snowed in, so my flights been cancelled."

"Oh?" I said, laughing, "If that's the good news, what's the bad?"

"The bad news is that they don't have any hotels near here where I can be put up! Do you know where the Palmer House is?"

"Yes," I said, "It's not the best hotel, but it's one of the old, glitzy ones from times past."

"Does it have a bed and a hot shower?" Brianna asked.

"Sure does!"

"Well," she quipped, linking her arm in mine, "Let's get my bags and go!" 

* * * * * 

We drove down the Kennedy Expressway, chatting amiably. She had me turn the heat up so that she could unbutton her coat. I was shocked to see that, underneath, all she had on was a thin, white cotton tank top. In the dim light, I could almost see the dark circles of her nipples. It made it a bit hard to concentrate on the traffic and her conversation. I shook my head as she leaned against the door, opening her coat even more.

Out of your league, buster! Out of your league!

"What do you mean by that?" she asked me quietly.

"Huh? Mean by what?"

"You just said something about me being out of your league. Why did you say that?"

I laughed. I must have been thinking out loud in my daze.

"Brianna, you are gorgeous."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well," I replied, "Let's just say I've not had good luck with really hot babes, OK?"

A frown formed on her face, making me hurry to clarify.

"I mean, I've been out with a few really good looking women in my past and they've… well, they've not been my best dates, OK?"

Brianna laughed. "I'm a date now?"

"No," I replied, getting flustered as I always did around women like her, "No, not like that…"

"What am I then?" she teased, "Your lover?"

I laughed heartily with her on that one.

"No, Brianna. You are what you are, an internet friend here for a short visit."

"Not really so short," she said softly while twisting a strand of her hair around her fingers. I played with the stereo while noticing that she was looking at me intently. I was glad it was dark in the car because I knew I was blushing heavily. I concentrated on the road as the traffic was getting heavier, as was the snowfall.

"Um," she began, breaking the silence. "Yes?" I inquired, glancing sideways at her.

"Did you say your wife was out of town?"

"Yes," I replied, conversationally, "She's off visiting her mother in San Francisco. Why?"

Brianna pointed at the snow. "I may be here for awhile."

* * * * *

We parked in the hotel garage and checked her in. I offered to wait in the lobby bar while she changed.

"No, come with me, silly!" she laughed, tugging at my sleeve. 

We took the elevator up to her room and I tipped the bellhop generously. He gave me a knowing grin and a wink as he sized up the beautiful blonde that shed her coat in the warmth of the room. As he left, I turned to see her stretching like a cat, the dark circles of her areola's clearly outlined through the soft white cotton of her shirt. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me mischievously. 

"Like what you see?"

I gulped. More than you'll ever know! I thought. I smiled and decided to be witty.

"I always enjoy the scenery!"

Brianna blushed this time, but ran her hands down her body before crossing her arms and shivering.

"Why'd you wear such a skimpy outfit in cold weather like this?" I asked her.

"Well, duh!" she replied, "I'm COMING from Aruba!"

She dug into the closet and pulled out one of the thick terry robes in there, putting it around her arms and plopping down onto the bed, propping her head up on one arm.

"Want to go down and have a drink or two?" I asked. I was vaguely uncomfortable and couldn't "read" her because I was trying not to be taken in by her looks. She was hot and she knew it. If I let her, I'd be wrapped around her finger in two seconds. I wasn't going to give in to that and then misread everything, making a fool of myself.

"No," she said, yawning and breathing the words in that dreamy way of hers, "I'd rather just lay right here."

"Well," I said, trying to read her signals, "I guess you're tired."

"Don't you EVEN think of leaving, Mister!" she told me, smiling. She turned and picked up the phone, ordering us both a meal and two bottles of wine. "I haven't repaid you for taking me here!"

I had held my breath at her first words. Now I exhaled at the last part. OK, she wasn't sending either signal I had feared or hoped for. She patted the bed next to her.

"Come lay down beside me and talk.

We chatted for hours. Room service arrived and we ate, drinking the wine and laughing. She told me stories of her little charges where she was a teacher, and a story of a particular little boy that seemed to have a huge crush on her. We spoke of the friends we knew on the net and then she jumped up. 

Digging in her luggage, she pulled out her laptop computer. Plugging it into the wall and then into the phone, she turned it on and smiled at me as she got online. I moved a more comfortable chair over and sat next to her, but she got up and had me scoot the chair over. Brianna sat on my lap as she navigated to the chatroom where we had met. She logged us in as "FawnMeetsPyro" and began to announce to the room where she was and whom she was with. I held her around that tiny waist and looked over her shoulder as she typed. I could smell the intoxicating scent of her hair and the light, sensuous aroma of her perfume. WAYYY outta my league!

"You type now," she told me, pulling the machine into her lap and leaning back against me. I tucked my chin on her shoulder and began to type. One of the guys asked me what she was really like.

Fucking gorgeous, man! I typed, Waaaay outta my league!

He laughed and asked where she was.

Wiggling her tight, cute ass in my lap!

"Oh, fuck!" came the reply. Brianna giggled and hugged me with a nod of her head.

She's absolutely stunning! I wrote, Don't have a freakin' clue as to why she wanted to meet an old fart like me!

"You aren't an old fart," Brianna whispered in my ear.

"Shhh!" I hushed, chuckling softly. "Look what he's saying…"

"She's always saying she's gorgeous… so she REALLY is?"

"Oh man, you don't know the half of it!" I replied onscreen. Brianna giggled wonderfully in my lap. I hoped she wouldn't feel the problem that was developing under her as she did so. She laid back and leaned her head against me as I typed.

"Where are you guys at?" asked the chatter I was talking to.

"In her hotel room."

"WOW. Are you two naked?" Brianna lurched forward, laughing hysterically. I laughed as well, but typed, "Of course!"

Brianna was now laughing so hard that the computer almost fell out of her lap. I grabbed it and grabbed her to keep her from falling. Instead of getting her waist, though, I ended up with a handful of her breast. I quickly moved my hand down and began to blush furiously, my manhood now a very stiff and uncomfortable lump in my pants. Brianna turned toward me while laughing and noticed my redness as I stammered my apologies.

"I don't believe it!" she chided, "The great and mighty Pyro is blushing!"

I blushed even more as she took my hand and apologized herself. "Hey, look, it was an accident, OK."

I gave her my goofy, lopsided smile, "OK, sure."

"I'm not offended. Really."

"OK."

"In fact," she hesitated, now blushing herself, "I rather liked it."

An uncomfortable silence followed as we looked at one another, the chatroom on the computer now forgotten. I thought furiously for a way around this because one of the conditions of our meeting was that we were friends. There was to be none of this "love" crap. She was so stunning, so beautiful, so nice and sweet, though, it was hard not to fall for her. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

"I know," she said, "Let's go dancing!" She got up and grabbed the city guide that comes with the room. "Do you know any good clubs?" 

I glanced at the clock. 10:45 pm. 

"Yeah, sure. We can take a taxi or even walk to Excalibur from here." I told her. Actually, it was pretty much the ONLY club I knew of downtown for dancing. I'd not been up here in quite a while, being the more sedate type and living in the boonies for far to many years. Brianna seemed satisfied with my idea, because she squealed with delight.

"Great, let me go and get ready then!" 

I sighed wistfully, admiring the view as she got up and walked away from me. "You look great just the way you are!"

"Oh," she cried, turning to look at me as she rummaged through her suitcase, "You are such a sweet dear! But I'm a wreck! Give me five minutes!"

She pulled out several items from the case and raced into the bath. It was more like twenty-five minutes before she emerged… but when she did! Oh. My. God! She was a goddess!! She stood before me in a clinging black dress that revealed more than it covered. I suddenly felt so very VERY underdressed and told her so.

"Oh, don't be foolish! You look wonderful!" she told me, giving me a peck on the cheek.

Somehow, in the storm, we managed to flag down a cab and ride to the club. Brianna chatted amiably and excitedly with me, laughing at the fact that I seem to have been struck dumb in my awe of her. As we crept along for the eight blocks to the club I finally recovered my wits and we chatted about things we enjoyed. I told her how much I missed dancing but that I'd pretty much cut back on my drinking days. 

"I'll have you out on that dancefloor so much, you won't have time for a drink!" she laughed. 

We arrived, paid the door fee and she literally pulled me inside. I checked in our coats and then followed her into the main room where the music blared. She shouted in my ear that this looked like an old church.

"It is!" I explained, causing her to laugh delightfully. We went up the stairs to the choir loft area to check things out. Walking in her wake, I was amused at the lustful looks she got from the guys as they turned to watch the poetry in motion that was Brianna. What was more amusing, though, were the looks that the women gave her… awe, contempt, amazement… three or four actually slapped their boyfriends and I could hear them telling the boys to roll their tongues back into their heads.

Bri and I scoped things out, got some drinks and then went down to dance. We both worked up quite a sweat in the thick crowd. More and more people crammed onto the floor so that we were left with the choice of either dancing close and dirty or risk banging into people around us. We chose close and dirty.

When the DJ finally slowed things down, I told her I needed a drink. I didn't want her to feel my hard-on pressing into her belly as we danced. Before I even walked away, another guy came up and asked her. She raised an eyebrow and I shrugged a "go for it." He was tall and good looking… and closer to her age, so she took his arms. The crowd again pressed them close. When I finally got some drinks, they were nowhere to be found.

I walked around the building for about a half hour, sipping at both the glasses. I finally found Brianna in a crowd of about 7 guys, all of them a head taller than me, young and muscular. They were all vying for the attention of this lovely vision. I moved into them and listened with amusement as they all flirted with her. She was obviously enjoying the attention and flirted back. I also noticed she had a drink in her hand. One guy in particular was laying on some heavy lines and literally pushed me out of the way, causing me to spill one of my drinks. He didn't even turn to apologize and, in fact, blocked her from me. Looking at him, I noticed it was the same guy that had asked her to slow dance. I heard her giggle at something he said and her hand touch his arm in a very suggestive manner. 

I smiled to myself and shrugged. I had no hold on her, other than us being friends, so I gave the empty glass to a waitress walking by and went down to play pinball. I had just finished up my second game when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Where'd you go off to?" It was Brianna.

"Went to find some drinks and then couldn't find you." I told her, letting the ball fall through so I could talk to her. "When I did find you, you seemed rather… occupied." I laughed to cover up my disappointment as the group of guys she was flirting with came up behind her.

"I was waiting for you to come back!" 

"The bar was horrendous." I explained. Took me almost 15 minutes to get a drink!" Actually, I'd forgotten about the other bars in the place.

"Hey Brianna," said tall and handsome, putting his arm around her possessively and nuzzling her, "Let's ditch daddio here and go to another place I know of. There's a good party happening there!" He was pulling on her arm, obviously trying to get her away from me. 

She looked at me, trying to shrug him off and asked, "Do you want to go?"

I shook my head "no" but said in her ear, "Go ahead if you want though."

She turned and smiled at the guy, pulling his head down, "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm staying here with Jack."

"You're choosing this old loser over me?" he snapped, rudely. "He's old enough to be your father! Hell, he probably IS your father!" he laughed, visciously.

"Pardon me?" I said, beginning to bristle a bit.

"You heard me, shorty. Bug off!"

"His name is Jack," said Brianna sternly.

"Oh, what, you're telling me that this old guy is your boyfriend?"

Brianna's face began to cloud with anger. "Go away, please." Brianna turned and took my arm. "Let's go back to the hotel, OK?" 

Before I could reply, he spun her around. "I thought you were with me now! You gonna hang with this old geezer?"

"I think YOU are the loser, Steve," replied Bri. 

"Hey, HE ditched you!"

"No, he just couldn't find me."

"Actually," I interrupted, "I did find you." Brianna turned around at that. "But Mr Muscles here," I pointed at the one named Steve, "Pushed me aside and blocked me out."

"You're full of crap, dude."

"There is where I spilled my drink on you," I said, pointing at the wetness on his trousers leg.

"Let's go, Jack." Brianna gave me that look and I began to follow her out. Steve grabbed at my shoulder.

"Fuck you, asshole! You ain't goin' nowhere with her!"

I ducked as he threw a punch. He was obviously very drunk. Two bouncers moved in quickly and his friends held him back. Bri and I got our coats and got out of there rapidly. We got into a cab and she collapsed against me.

"I'm truly very sorry about all that," she said.

"No problem. I kind of expected it to happen," I replied. "I told you you were out of my league."

She sighed as she rested her head against my shoulder. We got back into "our" room and laid down on the bed. "Hold me, will you?"

I put my arm around Brianna and we lay there in the darkness for quite some time before she broke the silence. "This phrase you keep using… that I'm 'out of your league.' You keep saying that," said Bri while staring off into space, "Why do you say that?"


I chuckled softly into her shoulder. "Because you are, Brianna."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning that," I began, "Meaning that you have these high-fashion, big-money, hot model looks, a tight body that is to die for and you attract guys like flies." I sighed and continued on, "You're a climber. You like joining things so that you can schmooze. You like the chase, the politics, the game. You belong to organizations so that you can eventually run them. You enjoy attention, especially from men, and you flirt incessantly. You need a man that is confident of his position with you, confident of your feelings."

"Well then," she asked, her body still and warm against mine, "What is YOUR league?"

"I'm an average looking guy. Muscles back there was more your type… all pretty boy, tall, athletic and successful. I'm too easy-going… I'm not in that good of shape and I do or join things because I genuinely want to HELP people… to do GOOD. I don't feel the need to be in charge to do those things." I snorted a laugh. "That's why I'll never be a wealthy, successful stockbroker. I like dealing with the mom's and pop's too much."

"But don't you feel you can effect the best change if you run things?" she asked, squirming against me until my hand went from her belly to just below her breasts. I could feel them brush against me every time she breathed.

"Yes and no," I told her. "To get to that position of power, you have to compromise and bend to the will of others in order to consolidate that power. I'm not willing to do that. I'm too damned independent, too damned onery, too damned honest and too stubborn. I am not willing to compromise my principles for advancement."

"I see," she told me. She was silent for a while. "Tell me," she began again, "do you believe that these looks can be a curse as well as an asset?"

I shrugged, "Sure, I guess!"

"They are," she told me flatly. "First, no one takes you seriously when you look like this. If you do achieve something, you either fucked your way there or you're a bitch. I'm neither. Second, yes, I attract guys, but they never see beyond the sexy body, long blonde hair and illusion of beauty. They never get to know the me inside! To see beyond the sexual and physical attraction to find the inner me! They consider me shallow, when it's actually THEM that have the shallowness. If I have passions, I'm flighty, or I'm one-dimensional or I'm a bitch."

Brianna sighed and turned to face me. "When I couldn't find you in there, when you didn't return right away… I was hurt. I'm a kind person, Jack. I don't like to hurt people's feelings. I was also getting a little scared that you'd ditched me because those guys were getting a little too aggressive. The only thing that kept them back was when I called you my 'boyfriend.' But I seriously thought you'd ditched me."

I laughed, "Why would I do that?"

"I don't know. You keep saying you're 'intimidated' by me. I don't know why. Aren't I likeable?"

It was my turn to sigh. "You are very likeable, Brianna. You exude a quality that just makes me want to hold you and protect you. It's that very thing that frightens me because it is what makes you so very attractive. Couple that with your looks and you have guys falling for you left and right."




Brianna Meets Jack



"No, most guys just want to get into my pants. You are one of the few that actually wants to get to know me first. Most guys just fall in lust. I become a conquest, a target, a notch in their belt buckle…so I have set up defenses. I don't let guys get too close and I don't let them lay like this with me unless they are willing to get to know me." She looked me in the eyes. "Most guys would be trying to feel me up at this point. Your hand hasn't moved, even though I've been trying to get it onto my breast like mad for the past few minutes because I want you to touch me there." Bri laughed, "You're either gay or you're actually interested in getting to know me before going further. I like that."

"Well," I chuckled, "I'm definitely not gay, but I don't touch you because I respect you. It's the way I was brought up. I'm not beyond being affected by you, though." I looked down and so did she. The tent pole in my pants was extremely obvious.

"Did I do that to you?" giggled Brianna.

"Yes, you did."

"Jack…" Bri hesitated, "you… you aren't going to 'fall in love' with me now, are you?"

I laughed. "Not in the immediate future, Bri. I don't know you well enough yet!"

"Good," she giggled again, unbuttoning my shirt. "Because I want to make love to you now." I began to hug her, but she pulled away. "I want to love you in the way that I feel most comfortable with."

"And what are you doing?"

"I'm taking your shirt off so that I can run my fingers along your chest hairs."

"OK."

"And I want to ask you to let me control this situation, OK?" 

"What do I have to do?"

"Put your hands behind your head and DO NOT move them until I tell you, OK? If you touch me before I say you can, this all ends right now. Understood?"

"OK," I grinned. "It's your game."

"I'd tie you, but I want to feel I can trust you."

"You can trust me, Bri."

Brianna then pulled my shirt and tee off, exposing my chest to her fingers. She was lying next to me and caressing my chest as we talked.

"You are not an ugly man, Jack," she told me, "Even though I'd seen your picture, I didn't expect those deep blue eyes when I finally saw you. I didn't expect the tossled blond hair or your quick smile. Most of all, I didn't think you'd actually turn out to be this much of a gentleman!" Her mouth came down to where her fingers were playing with my nipple and she sucked.

I moaned, shoving my hands underneath the pillow so that I could tear at it. 

Her lips left my nipple wetly. "I want to touch 'him.'" She told me, using the euphemism she had for my rigid sex. "I want to touch him and then I want to feel him plunge deep inside her!"

Brianna was rubbing her cotton-covered breasts against me as she spoke.

I smiled at her and pleaded with my eyes. Brianna smiled back as she began to undo my belt.

"Talk to me, Jack. Tell me what you're feeling."

"Oh, God, Bri! I can't believe you are doing this! I can't believe that someone like you wants to do this."

"What do you mean, 'someone like me?' I'm just a human being, Jack."

I stifled a groan as she bent down to lick at my belly button. Her blonde hair washed across my groin and legs as she tugged down my pants. I could feel her hot breath against "him" as he throbbed, rigid and hard because of this sensuous goddess that lay on top of me. I gasped a couple times before I could work up a reply.

"You're so beautiful, Brianna!" I cried out, "Almost too beautiful for someone like me!"

She looked up sharply, her long hair sweeping up my legs, causing a drop of my love to emanate from "his" mouth. "Don't say that, Jack! Don't put yourself down! Have confidence in yourself! Believe that you can have someone like me! Believe!"

"Oh, yes!" I cried, "I do have you! I do need you!"

"Now," teased Brianna, grinning.

"NOW!" I gasped. Her mouth went over "his" head just as I began to spurt. Her long tresses caressing my sex had been too much. She swallowed and pumped with her hand, lips and tongue. My seed dribbled a bit from the corners of her mouth. She looked up at me.

"Let me kiss you," I asked her. She looked at me. "Don't swallow just yet… let me share it with you."

"Oh, you are one sexy man!" she whispered as she crawled up my body and planted her open lips on mine. We kissed for what seemed like hours. My hands clawed at the back of the pillow, wanting to reach around and caress her, grasp her, rip her clothing to shreds and touch her naked flesh! I wanted to have her! 

Yet, I remained a gentleman, true to my word. My arms did not move.

Brianna broke our kiss and I licked around her lips. I felt her breath on my face, her eyes closed and her body slowly grinding against mine. She felt my hardness returning.

"What else, Jack?" she whispered at me.

"Let me see you. All of you."

Bri grinned. "You want me to strip for you?"

"Oh, god, yes! So very much so!"

"Do you like when I tease you?" she asked, rubbing her cotton-covered breasts against my face.

"MMMM… yes! Yes, I do!"

She rubbed against me for several minutes, making me moan with desire. My legs scissored against the bed, my manhood wanting contact, NEEDING contact with her. She stood and swayed in front of me. She turned out most of the lights and then turned on the radio, searching for a station playing slow, soft, sultry music. Finding one, Brianna began to dance for me. Her body outlined by her tight clothing, she ran her fingers down her breasts, pinching her nipples slightly to make them stand out proudly through the material. She bent backwards and let her hair dangle down against "him" and teased… teased… and teased again. I moaned and called out her name.

"Brianna!"

I could see her smile as she stood up straight and looked at me. Her hands went to the bottom of her dress and she gently tugged it upward. Inching it up, I could see her panties, forming that perfect "V" between her legs. Then she revealed her belly… her navel a perfect oval on a perfect body. Her back arched as she raised a little more and turned, showing me that hot ass of hers. Oh, God… how I wanted this woman!

She swayed and that body moved. All self-doubt left me as her hands pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the floor. She again moved over me, letting her hair caress my face and chest. 

"What do you want?" she said softly.

"I want to kiss them," I told her, speaking of her breasts but looking in her eyes. "I want to kiss them up and down, make love to them… put 'him' between them and grind against you. I want to feel you squeeze me between them."

Brianna's hands went to her breasts and began kneading them as I talked. Her breathing became heavier as she pushed them together.

"I've told you I'm a possessive woman, Jack," she panted.

"You possess me now, Brianna. Body and soul!" I whispered, taking in this vision of beauty before me.

"You want to touch me now, don't you?"

"More than anything in the world! But I won't. I promised you."

She grinned at me. "God, I love you!" 

Brianna moved close and kissed my nose, then my lips, her tongue invading my mouth. She pushed the soft lace of her bra onto my chest and rubbed them back and forth, moving lower and lower in small ovals. She finally reached him and slid him underneath the strap of her bra, pushing her mounds together so that he was trapped between the warm flesh of her body. Moving slowly back and forth, she slowly stimulated 'him' and watched the reaction on my face as I watched hers.

"Yes, that's it. Rub those beautiful globes against 'him.' Show 'him' your desire!" I cried hoarsely. Bri's eyes closed and she shuddered.

"I'm cumming!" she whispered, her hands leaving her breasts and steadying herself against me.

She stood like that for several minutes before she lay on top of me, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her beautiful breasts spilled out onto my naked flesh and she raised herself up until only her nipples scraped against the coarse hairs there.

"That's it, babe!" I whispered to her, "Rub those beautiful tips against me! Make them tingle and swell for me!"

"Oh, God," groaned Bri, "I've got to have you! I want him inside me!"

"Not yet!" I hissed. "I want you to dance for me!"

Brianna let out a little mew and slowly stood. She looked at me for a moment with respect and awe before beginning again to sway to the music.

"Has anyone ever turned you on this much?" she asked, caressing the front of her panties. They were white and silky. I could see the wetness forming on the material.

"No one has ever turned me on as much as you are right now, Bri… No one!" My legs scissored again with need. She looked down at him and dug her thumbs under the straps on either side of her last remaining garment and began to pull downward, bending as she did so. The soft material slithered down her perfect, tapered legs until they fell to the floor. She then stood… a naked sex-goddess, in front of me. A woman that so many men dream of having! That I had dreamt of having! She was here, naked and willing before me. I groaned, my eyes riveted to the small, heart-shaped patch just above the valley Brianna liked to refer to as "her."

Sexual dew glistened on "her," highlighting the shaped and beauty of it in the low light. My mouth watered.

"I want to lick her," I told Brianna. "I want you to smother me with her!" Brianna smiled at me and continued dancing, her fingers caressing up and down her body, making her more and more desireable. 

"I need you to cover my face with her!" I cried out. "Straddle me! Let me gaze upon your lust! Let me look upon the core of your being!"

"Do you really want her?" asked Brianna with a catch in her breath. I looked up sharply. Her question was not all teasing. She really needed to know.

"I really do, Brianna. I want her on me… I want to place my tongue inside her and lap at your juices as you did mine… I want to share them with you!"

Brianna groaned and her fingers moved down, caressing 'her.' "Spread your legs and do that, Bri," I whispered. Her legs parted and I could see the swelling smile of 'her' lips… that perfect orchid that was her sex. Brianna's fingers teased all around 'her' tip, causing this beautiful creature to catch her breath in gasps. I looked at her and she was pleading with her eyes.

"Cum for me, Brianna! But cum on my face… in my mouth!"

Bri cried out and rapidly swung her legs over my face. I gazed up at 'her' beauty, watching this ladies fingers, noting how she touched herself. I could see the orchid shaped lips of 'her' blooming and swelling as her body sensuously swayed with need and desire. Twice more, Brianna lurched, gasping for breath as she came closer and closer to orgasm. I flicked my tongue up to the petals of the orchid, catching her dew on my tongue and tasting her beautiful nectar for the first time. 

"OOH!" she cried. I flicked my tongue out again, this time to delicately touch the puckered rose next to the orchid. "OHHHHH!" she cried again, pressing down slightly and then shuddering upward. My tongue flicked out, alternating at both entrances, her pelvic thrusting becoming more and more jagged with each touch. Then, with one long lick from the pucker, across 'her' and to the bud that Brianna was furiously caressing, I heard her scream and felt a torrent of warm wetness gushing onto my chin and lips.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH! I'm COOOOOOOMiiiiinnnnnnggg!" she cried, collapsing on top of me, covering me with 'her' as she did. I lapped continuously, causing Bri to gasp and jerk, but never move from her spot. She held on to my elbows, my hands tearing fiercely at the bottom of the pillow and behind my head. Every once in a while, Bri would let out a stacatto scream and more nectar would flow.

"Enough!" she finally panted, removing herself from my face. "Enough!" she gasped again, collapsing to a sitting position on the floor. She stared off into space, her faced a vision of beauty. When her eyes refocused, they were on "him."

Brianna's hand reached out and stroked 'him.' She caressed the soft skin against the hard flesh for several moments, staring at it intently, taking in its size and its shape.

"I've got to have him in me," she said to no one in particular. She got up, raised a leg and straddled my body. With one swoop of her hips, she sheathed my sword deeply inside her hot, wet sex. I cried out and she bent down, the tips of her breasts again caressing my hairs, her own tresses on my shoulder. Bending, she licked her own juices from my face before kissing me passionately, our tongues doing battle as her hips began to thrust up and down.

She took me, she used me, she gratified her soul on my manhood. It was as if 'he' and 'her' were made for one another. Brianna became more passionate, her nails digging into my skin, then reaching underneath the pillow to hold my wrists. I kissed her head and she bent up. I kissed her eyes as I felt her breath on my neck, her body still pistoning with her need. I kissed her nose as she rose toward me. I then kissed her mouth, cruelly, passionately. Biting her lips softly and then crushing myself against her, my arms desperately wanting to come out and pull her to me. Her body engulfed me and I felt myself getting close.

"Do it!" she told me, "Do it in me! Do it in meeeeeeeeee!" I thrust upward and 'he' spewed inside of 'her,' drenching her soul with his liquid fire. Brianna let out a crackling groan and then bit fiercely into my shoulder, screaming as her own liquids flooded across mine, drenching 'him' in sweet sweet love.

Our sweaty bodies came together as we both struggled to breathe. She held me and kissed my neck and shoulders, licked down my chest and under my arms. We lay like that for several minutes, occasionally licking at the sweat dripping from each other. We were silent the whole time, savoring the moment, afraid that speaking would break the spell.

"I love your smell," she finally whispered against my chest. She then buried herself into my arm. "I love how a man smells when he sweats!"

She kissed me all over, her tongue occasionally flicking against my skin. Her chin rested against my stomach.

"Oh, God!" she cried out softly, a small sniffle crackling in the silence as her cheek pressed against me, lightly banging itself against my body. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

"What?" I said, wanting to reach out and caress her. She simply hugged me tight and held me, then moved down and began to lick our mingled sexual juices from my groin. She looked up at me as she put the spent version of him against her tongue and her eyes glistened with tears.

It was at that moment I knew… I had thought she was controlling me, making me give her my all, possessing me. I had thought that she was too beautiful for me to have… But now I could see. By my not touching her, I had allowed her to give me all of her, to possess her in a way no other man would let her. She looked at me with those liquid brown eyes and took 'him' inside her warm mouth again. Moving back, she said in an almost little-girl voice, "You can touch me now. I am yours."

* * * * * 

I took Brianna to the airport and she hugged me, holding me as if she didn't want to let go. Nor did I want to let her go! Her lithe, sensuous body molded itself against me and I smelled the sweet, alluring scent of her perfume, drinking it in, along with the smell of her skin, her hair and her clothing. I wanted to remember her forever this way!

Back at the hotel, after she had made love to me, worshipped me, I made love to her, touching, caressing, holding, caring. We hadn't left that bed for the rest of the night and for most of the next two days, ordering room service to eat and even watching an erotic movie on TV. I had taken her in every way, without inhibition, without demand, without refusal. She gave me her all. I wanted so much to possess her and have her possess me, but I dared not say it… we were, after all, 'not supposed to fall in love.'

They announced her flight and we broke our embrace. She smiled and leaned up to kiss me on the nose.

"Promise you will come see me as soon as you can?" she pleaded.

"Two weeks, love. Two weeks."

"God," she cried softly, teasingly, resting her head against me one more time, "I don't know if I can wait that long."

I held her and then the last call for her flight was announced. She grabbed her bag and kissed me again. "Take care of yourself, lover," she told me with that confident smile. I reflected it back at her, hearing a comment from some young guys passing. "Lucky sonuvabitch!" She then turned and went through the security gate. I watched her sexy walk as she slid through the gate. Was she sliding away from me forever? Would the magic still be there in two weeks? 

My eyes welled with tears as I watched her sashay away, no longer thinking of her as 'out of my league." Just as I was about to turn and go, she stopped, hesitated and then spun around to give me the most wistful look, blowing me a kiss with tear filled eyes…

We both knew what we both feared.

It would be a long two weeks... 



Brianna: Pool Time



[This is a work of fiction. The Story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps a few female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not be completely realistic. All places, events, and persons are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

*****

I guess you could call me "the girl next door" type, though as you will see, that was only a facade. My name is Brianna. I turned eighteen in April and graduated from high school in May. that was a month ago. And I'm still a virgin, technically. 

People in my neighborhood, at school and at work, have called me: outgoing, cute, vivacious, sweet, cuddly, bubbly, helpful, courteous, kind, a good scout, and on and on and on. You get the picture. I have two older brothers and one younger sister.

Some people have likened me, in looks, to the movie star, Kelly Preston (wife of John Travolta) as she looked in the mid '80s, some going so far as to say I could be her twin. For those who do not know, Ms. Preston played the part of that gorgeous blonde in the 1985 movie "Mischief." Well, as a matter of fact, I also think that I look a lot like her.

One incongruity about me is the butterfly tattoo on my left ankle. There are others, Incongruities as well as tattoos, that is. But more about them later.

So, my family has lived in our house since before I was born. We live in a gated community of upscale housing where the houses are widely spaced with large yards and most with in ground pools. The family next door to the east has lived there even longer than we have. They have one boy, Jed, who is two years older than I and who has just graduated and returned from five years at a military academy in Virginia. I was not quite yet thirteen when he left and Jed was just fifteen. He was rarely home except for a brief furlough once a year and his family occupied most of his at home time.

Jed and I grew up and went through grade school together and we played together as kids of the neighborhood, but we never had a boy/girl, personal relationship. Oh, we had a little of that curiosity, "you show me yours and I will show you mine" kind of thing, but nothing more. And even that didn't involve any touching, just looking.

Jed has been home about a week. I really took notice of him starting his first day back. He is now tall, athletically fit and toned, with a swarthy, dark complexion and jet black hair. He is just a sexy, stud hunk with that ramrod straight military posture thrown in for good measure. I have been aware over the last week that Jed has also taken notice of me, though we have spoken very little to each other as yet.

Yesterday, I dropped in at the local hangout for young people for a sandwich and drink. A pair of my girlfriends, Julie and Janet, were in a booth and motioned for me to join them. I waved and walked over to them.

After I ordered, Julie asked me, "Who is that stud over there playing pool?" 

I had to turn partially around to see to whom she was referring. "Oh," I said, "that is my next door neighbor who just graduated from military school. He got home last week." 

"Well," Julie said, "he has my pussy wet just looking at him! Why don't you introduce us?"

Jed was just knocking balls (pool balls, of course) around by himself, he was alone at the table. So, I said, "Ok, come on and I'll introduce you." 

We three got up and trooped over to the pool table and I said, "Jed, two of my friends want to meet you. This is Julie and Janet. Julie, Janet, this is Jed." 

After all the "How do you do's" were done, Jed asked, "Would any of you be interested in a game of rotation?" 

Julie and I answered, "Yes," but Janet said her break was about over and she had to get back to work in the shop next door. She smiled demurely and left.

I went to get my sandwich and drink while Jed racked the balls and Julie was trying to figure out how to rack Jed's balls! Julie got first shot, I got second, and Jed third, so Julie broke and the game was on. Now it so happens that dad has a pool table in the basement and I got to be a very good player, playing against him. Julie knew I played and that I was pretty good, but not just how good. Jed had no idea of my billiards abilities as my playing had matured in the years he was gone.

As the game progressed, Julie got inventive finding ways to brush against Jed with various parts of her body. She even managed to poke Jed (all be it, gently) in the groin with the butt end of her cue stick on one occasion, with her hand conveniently wrapped around the end of the cue, of course! And, being the all male stud that he is, Jed's response, involuntary or not, was becoming obvious as his trousers tented up. 

Oddly, Jed's eyes were not on Julie, but were on me! Julie also noticed this and did not look kindly at me as a consequence. I was trying to let both of them drop some balls, while at the same time, Jed was trying to let we two girls drop some balls. I soon tired of this charity round robin, so when my turn came around again, I proceeded to clear the table of the remaining eight balls without a miss.

Well now, Jed stood there with his mouth open and Julie stood there red faced in frustration and maybe anger with me over Jed. It was by now obvious he was interested in me, not Julie. So, she irritably said she had some errands to run and had to go. She left in a bit of a huff.

Jed challenged me to a match, warning me that he got pretty good at the rec hall at military school. I had two secret weapons. One, I was very good at pool, as I have already noted, and something that Jed now suspected from my preceding demonstration,. And two, I had a diversionary attack of my own in mind.

I was dressed in short shorts and a fairly skimpy top with no bra. (another of my incongruities). So, I did plenty of teasing during our game, leaning over showing as much cleavage as often as I could and bending over in my shots allowing a fair amount of ass cheeks to poke out. I beat Jed, and soundly so. We sat down with a cold drink and chatted for a bit. 

Jed said, "That's a pretty butterfly tat on your ankle. Do you have any others?" 

"Could be."

"No others are visible so they must be in private places."

"Could be." 

"Hmm. So, Brianna, I also notice you like to lay in the sun and use your backyard pool. Maybe I could drop over some time for a swim, too." 

"Could be," I giggled. Then I said, "Actually, anytime, Jed, but right now I have to go. I have a doctor appointment in fifteen minutes. I will see you later." With that, I blew him a kiss and walked out to my car.

I decided that I was really interested in him and that I was going to get even more of his attention. I knew from our growing up days that his upstairs bedroom window overlooked our back yard, with its in ground swimming pool and terrace. The entire yard was enclosed in a ten foot tall, basket weave fence for added privacy. 

No other neighbor's houses had any view into our back yard as they were either too far away or were only a single story. Jed must have been watching from time to time from his bedroom window. It was the only way he could see into the back yard. But to see much of anything in any detail, he'd have to use a telescope or something since his house was a fair distance from ours.

The calendar showed it was the middle of July with hot and humid days so common in the midwest at that time of year. I had been sunbathing all summer in my bikini, one with a conservative bra top that did not reveal overmuch skin. The bottoms were also very conservative, covering my pussy and butt cheeks, more or less--mostly more. My father was quite conservative and insistent about this. This was the outfit that Jed had seen me wear, at least so far.

Well, Mom and Dad were gone for a week to one of Dad's conventions, leaving my oldest brother, twenty-two year old Tad, to look after me and my younger sister. My other brother, Phillip, was away at a summer job. 

Now, it so happens that I had a different bikini that I wore when I was away from home or when everyone else was gone. I went to my bedroom to get it. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I stripped naked and admired my nude body.

Thinking about what I had in mind of doing to seduce Jed (more incongruities), I started rubbing my boobs with my left hand. My nipples immediately popped out stiff and erect. A warm glow began building in my chest. 

My right hand dropped to my clean shaven pussy and began to caress up and down my labia. Much more than just a glow was building there. I wonder if Jed can see my pussy tattoo now? 

My middle finger quickly found its way into my slit as I worked it up and down. Then my thumb and first finger found my clit and began to work on it. My middle finger suddenly found my love canal opening and plunged in. 

A second, then a third finger found similar refuge. With electricity sparking outward and upward from my steaming pussy, I abruptly withdrew my hand and ran to my secret hiding place to fetch Festus, my dildo! If Mom or Dad ever found out about this little toy, I would be dead!

Well, Festus suddenly found himself sliding up and down my gash, getting himself thoroughly wet in my oozing pussy juice. The head of that fake man stick then went all the way into my pussy for play time. In and out, in and out, in rapid thrusts that left me panting like a steam engine, until I shuddered into orgasm. I came so hard I shot that rubber prick right out of my pussy. I was left gasping for breath, my chest heaving.

When I recovered, I looked at the bikini laying on the bed. It was a very skimpy thong bikini, really more of a wild weasel. Just the tiniest piece of cloth covered my pussy, or tried to. A fair amount of labia was exposed on either side of the little, thin, and very narrow strip of cloth. The thin string running up my pussy/butt crack exposed one-hundred percent of my ass cheeks. Talk about an incongruity with my "good girl" image!

The top part was little more than a tiny, very tiny, triangle that covered my nipples and little else. At that, a fair amount of aureola was left exposed. A thin string around my neck and another around my back kept the little triangles more or less in place, but only if I stood still as a statue. Ninety-eight per cent of my breasts were on display. It is not a suit for the timid--or for my parents to see on me.

I went into the bathroom and wiped my pussy clean and then strapped into the wild weasel. My feet slipped into a pair of flip flops as I picked up a towel and sun blocker and headed down to the pool. I sure hoped Jed was up there looking! I was about to give him a show.

When I got to the back yard, I laid my large beach towel on the wood deck at the house end of the pool, as the concrete pool apron was too hot to lay on for tanning. I positioned my self so that I was not quite full face to Jed's bedroom window and proceeded to slowly apply the sun blocker to my body. I did my arms and shoulders and then started paying a lot of attention to my chest. 

My nipples tented up into the tiny bikini squares so hard that I might as well not have a top on at all. In fact, they had no trouble pushing the tiny stip. of cloth off to the side to stand proudly erect and on display. I was also getting horny as hell. 

My pussy got wet again, rapidly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the curtain in Jed's window move. I went back to work and spread the blocker on my legs. When I got to the top of my thighs each time, I left my pussy strictly alone in fear of orgasming too fast. The little triangle bottom had now disappeared into my crevice, thanks to the pussy juice soaking it and my now puffy labia.

Then I returned to my belly. As I went lower and lower with the sun blocker, my pussy tingled more and more. I finally got to my mound. I couldn't help it anymore, I slid my fingers down more and did my full pussy lips with a swipe or two into my slit with my middle finger. 

My tiny bottom triangle of cloth was now visible only as the tiny string exiting my pussy slit beside my large, fully erect clit. This left my entire pussy fully exposed. The orgasm I'd felt building couldn't be staved off any longer and I shuddered with a quaking climax. Before the shuddering had quite fully abated, I heard soft footsteps behind me!

It couldn't be my younger sister, she was staying with our grandma for two weeks. And Tad, the brother that stayed at the house with me, was at his day job for another five hours. 

Then, before I could turn around to look, the voice said, "Could you use some help on your back, Brianna?" 

I finally turned my head enough to see Jed standing there in a tiny and skin tight speedo swim brief with pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes. My embarassment at getting caught in the throws of orgasm only added to the sexual flush all over my body, especially the flush on my face.

He said, with a slight chuckle, "You told me, anytime, if I wanted to drop over for a swim, so, here I am!" 

The outline of his erection was plain as day and it was monstrously huge. It ran at an angle along his hip line. I didn't yet know if it was because the speedo was so little or because his cock was so huge, but nearly the whole cock head was poking out above the briefs, and he knew it! 

At least I thought it had to be his cockhead. Held tight against his belly by the waistband of his suit, I could only see the tip end and the underside of the helmet. It was huge and multicolored. It was the multiclored part that had me guessing. There was also the bottom end of a silver stud that ran vertically through the helmet. 

Then there was also a green, snakelike tattoo running from his navel in a sinuous angle to disappear under his suit. I didn't say anything and hoped my surprise did not show on my face.

"Lay on your stomach," he said, "and I will do your backside."

I reluctantly took my eyes off his cock and did as he bid. Jed straddled me on his knees and spread the sun blocker all over my back. Then he started on my legs. He started with my feet and worked his way up to my inner thighs. He did this gently and very sensuously. He stopped short of my pussy. It was driving me mad! He took his time to do the other leg the same way as the first.

"Now, turn over and I will do your front," Jed ordered. "Besides, I want to get a close up look at that tattoo you are sporting on your pussy mound.

SO! He did have a telescope or binoculars.

I slowly rolled over onto my back, my top strings sliding all over and ending up leaving my boobs fully expose with nipples extending a full inch in erection. Not turned on too much, was I! Jed groaned, and looked me over, head to pussy. 

I shuddered in both embarassment and in anticipation.

"That is some tattoo," he said as he stared at my mons. 

There was a tiny red rose next to the crease of my left leg and a tiny violet next to the crease on my right leg. In between was tattooed the words, "welcome to my garden of love."

"Exquisite," he whispered.

Jed leaned forward and gently kissed between the flowers.

He tore himself away from my garden and moved up to apply sun blocker lotion on my neck and shoulders. I stared at his fascinating cockhead.

"Wait a minute, Jed," I said. I sat up. "Help me out of this thing so it's out of the way completely." In a flash, the skimpy suit was off and tossed to the side.

Jed then resumed his job, working down to my boobs. He almost sent me over the edge with his sensuous rubbing of my 36Cs with the sun blocker. The electricity generated in my boobs followed Jed's hands down my chest to my stomach and then to my pussy. 

Jed returned to my garden and I felt my pussy juice really begin to flow down my crack onto the wood decking. He kissed me there again. But, with a gentle caress first, he bypassed my labia and did both legs with the sunblocker.

"Now," he said, "there's one spot left to do."

He returned at last to my pussy garden where his rubbing of sun blocker on my labia finally did send me over the edge into a shuddering and squealing orgasm. God, did I ever get off, really hard. I even felt myself squirt a little, a rarity for me. I only did that once before, the first time I used Festus.

Then Jed asked me to return the favor. He lay on his stomach and I did his neck and back and the backs of his legs, taking my time, rubbing him just as sensuously as he had rubbed me. He also had a lot of butt cheeks showing and I took my sweet time doing those. 

Then, then he turned over! And there was that cock with even more of it exposed. I could see the multi-colors continued down the underside portion of the exposed shaft. A pattern of overlapping plates or scales of alternating pale rose and pale yellow became evident. 

I trembled, both from sexual excitement and from the unusual tattoo. I straddled his legs at his ankles and leaned down to lick what I wanted. My tongue was millimeters from touching his helmet. I hesitated.

"It's ok, Bree, it won't bite you. It's only a semi-permanent paint, not a real tattoo."

"Oh."

Jed allowed me two licks and then said, "That's enough for starters, let's get the sun blocker on, please." Do the legs first, starting with the feet.

Well I did the legs, but I never took my eyes off that protruding cock! That big dong was leaking precum, too! 

"Now do my arms, then start at my neck and work down my chest," Jed instructed. 

Pussy juice was now running down my inner thighs in a river again, and he knew it. As I scooted up to get to his neck, I let my pussy rest on that stiff dick and slide a little bit. That got a low moan from him! Ah-ha! I thought, Not so much iron control after all, eh?

As I worked down his chest with the sun blocker, I made little mewling sounds of lust and anticipation. Both of us were breathing harder. Finally, I reached that engorged and protruding cockhead and then some. I rubbed around the head with my fingers dipped in sun blocker. That big fuck stick now pulsed and throbbed with real vitality. 

I pulled the swim briefs down out of the way as Jed lifted his butt to help and gasped in disbelief. His entire penis was tattooed, er, uh, painted.

"Meet 'Puff, the Magic Dragon," he said. 

I could see it all now. The scales pattern went all the way down the underside of his shaft and onto his ball sack to the bottom. The top side of the shaft had a pattern of pale green and pale rose stripes that went all the way to the base, onto his pubic bone and covered his ball sack, top and sides to form the body of the dragon. Wings fanned out from the pubic "dragon body" in a colorful pattern of their own. 

With a hand drenched in sun blocker, I stroked that man meat up and down in slow motion. groaning almost continuously. I was moaning like I was ill, and I nearly was, with lust. I had a good ten inches of cock to play with! My mouth descended on his cock head and I licked all around it.

Jed suddenly said, "Enough! I don't want to cum yet. It'll take some time for me to recover after I blow." 

With that, Jed sat up and pushed me down on my back. He then buried his face in my cleavage, licking and kissing to the right and left. I didn't take long for me to orgasm again as Jed devoured my nipples and half a very ample tit at the same time, first one and then the other. Oh my God, did that ever feel good. My chest was nearly on fire. My pussy had been for some time.

Jed kissed down to my navel even as I was still climaxing. Then, without warning, he dived into my pussy, giving it a tongue washing like it never had before. 

"God, I can't hold off any longer," said Jed. 

He did a wipe or two with his cock, up and down my slit and then lined it up on my opening. Without further ado, he plunged that ten incher into my pussy all the way, balls to the wall. "Ohhhhh, ShiiiiiiT," we both blurted out in unison. 




Brianna: Pool Time



Puff the Magic Dragon has found his new home cave!

In just two strokes, and with a deep arch of his back, Jed shot his first load of cum into me, a very great deal of it. My third climax had come simultaneously with his. I shuddered and-- squirted again as well. 

Jed all but collapsed on top of me, nuzzling my neck, face, and hair, quietly whispering, "Oh Gooood, Oh Gooood, Oh Gooood," over and over again. I think I can safely say that I'd gotten his full attention.

While we still lay naked and coupled together in the afterglow of our first fuck, I again heard footsteps behind us. I craned my neck and head far enough to look back, and there stood a very shocked Julie and Janet, eyes wide open and mouths open with their chins nearly hitting the deck!

Finis

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Brianna



She was going on her own adventure.

She traveled across the countryside, on foot. She was attacked several times. She had a sling, and used it to the best of her ability. She had emptied everything out of her house and locked up the place, and then slipped out late one night leaving a note on her door.

About a month and a half after she'd left home, she came up over a rise and looked down into a beautiful fertile valley. Nestled in the foothills was the largest town she had ever seen in her life. She spent the night on the hilltop, and in the morning proceeded down to the town.

She began working at the local temple, using her herbal skills to tend to wounded. Up until her seventh month she still insisted on harvesting the herbs herself. After that she would let no one else mix them.

She began to learn, to teach herself and to listen to the monks' teachings. She learned about the world and learned foreign languages. She wove clothes, and eventually earned enough money to join the Weaver's Guild. She made good money, and donated a tithe to her temple.

And seven months after she arrived, she had a baby boy.

He came into the world in the middle of the night, red-faced and bawling. Even she was surprised at how much he looked like his father. He had inherited his father's sandy blonde hair, his gray-green eyes, his nose, and even the texture of his hair was the same. The only thing that strongly resembled his mother was he had her full lips. She named him Arkantos, after a famous Greek hero she'd read about.

From the start he was a mischievous little one. The temple monks loved him, and he was the apple of everyone's eye. She adored him too, but in such a home he couldn't grow up spoiled.

When he neared his second birthday she began to wonder if she was doing the right thing. After all, the reason she had not told his father was because she didn't feel his father had to take responsibility—after all, he had done everything to prevent this and it had been her choice.

But was this even right? What a decision...deny the boy his father and the father his son, so that he would not feel he had to be a father if he wasn't prepared! She thought about it for six months without deciding either way, and even went to the Abbot.

Finally, it was the boy himself who made the decision with his first word, "Mommy!" It made her realize that he might never call anyone Daddy, and so she wrote a letter and sent copies of it to all the Adventurer's Inns in the land. It simply read,

Dear Gwydion,

I hope you remember who this is. I have something I feel I should say to you. If you do not wish to hear it, simply do not respond to these letters and I will never attempt to contact you again. However, should you be curious I am currently living in the town of Willowgrove, at the Temple Solaris.

I hope to see you soon.

With affection,

Brianna

For another six months she waited in an agony of suspense. When little Arkantos reached his third birthday with no message, she concluded he wasn't coming.

However, two weeks after his third birthday, one of the monks came to her door and knocked softly. Arkantos was sitting on the floor playing with his toys, and she was reading a book on herbs, trying to understand. She hurried to the door.

When she opened it, Brother Simon was there. He only said softly, "There's someone here to see you."

She nodded. "Should I come out to see them?"

He shook his head. "No. They say they want to meet with you privately."

This in itself was not unusual. Many people of the town over the last four years had gotten to know her as a kind person, and sometimes they wanted to speak to her privately—especially the girls. She answered, "Send them in here. Do you know what they want?"

He shook his head. "I'll send them." He left, and she began straightening the room to make it look tidy. 

She was just putting some of Arkantos' toys away while he watched when she heard a soft step at the door and a knock. She rose to her feet, and as she turned, she heard a voice she had never really forgotten.

"Brianna?"

Her gaze fell upon him. He was just as handsome as he had been four years ago. His hair was longer now, and his clothes were shabby from the road. He wore the same scabbard at his side, and his gray-green eyes were tired and searching.

"Gwydion...I'd given up hoping you'd come. Please, come in."

He hesitated, then stepped in the room, his eyes never leaving her face.. At that moment Arkantos got to his feet and ran over to the newcomer, and pulled gently on his pant leg. He stopped, and looked down...and just stayed there.

"Hello!" shouted Arkantos. He was speaking very well, and the tutors were already schooling him in the most basic lessons, coached in stories to which he listened raptly. 

"H-hello." Gwydion whispered. He looked up at her. Their eyes met, and she smiled and nodded. 

"Please come in. Sit down. Have some tea, and we can talk, if you like." She did not move from where she stood until he came in and sat down, not wanting to threaten him. She bent over Arkantos. "Hey, Ark? Do you want to go play with Sister Emma?"

"Yeah!" he shouted. "I go play!" 

"Ok then." She called out the door. Sister Emma's room was just two doors away, and she was always happy to take Arkantos for any amount of time. Her door opened, and Brianna called out, "Can you watch Arkantos? I've got a guest!"

"Certainly dear. Come on, little one, I think I've got some candy."

"Yay!" He blew a kiss in his mother's direction and ran off down the hall. 

Brianna closed the door and composed herself before turning around. She poured some tea for both of them from the pot, and sat down before looking into his eyes.

He spoke first. "How did it happen, Brianna?" His voice was measured and slightly cold, and she cringed.

She attempted a weak smile. "I guess...something broke. Or didn't work."

"You've named him Arkantos." His face softened a little.

She nodded. "Yes. I thought the story of the hero who saved his people was very moving." 

He looked away, then looked back and put his hands on the table. "Why did you call me here, Brianna?"

She looked back at him. "Promise me one thing. You'll hear me out completely before you say anything."

He nodded. "That sounds fair."

She took a deep breath, and launched into her story. Briefly she told of leaving the village, and arriving here, having Arkantos, and taking care of him for three years. This took less than two minutes, and then she slowed as she answered his question.

"I was not going to ever tell you about him, Gwydion. You and I both made our decisions, that night years ago, and I've never regretted anything since then. It wouldn't be fair for me to...expect anything out of you.

"But lately I've gotten to wondering if that's even right. If you don't want to have a relationship with him that's fine...but you have to be able to make that choice. And if you want to be part of his life, that's fine too...I don't have the right to keep him away from you. Nor would I want to if you wanted to see him."

She looked up at him. Her eyes were wet, but she ignored them. "I am sorry for making you come all the way out here, but thank you for doing it. I just...thought you should know."

He had listened impassively to her the whole time, his face carefully expressionless. Now he leaned back in his chair and sighed, deeply.

He looked up at her with sympathy. "Have you been alone all this time, Brianna?"

She shook her head. "Well, the temple takes good care of me. And I have an adventurer friend who comes to the weaver's guild sometimes he...takes especially good care of Arkantos."

"When you had the baby...?"

"I was here."

He looked at her sharply when she said this, but she didn't seem to notice anything amiss. "Can I meet this friend?" She nodded, puzzled.

He considered. "So, Brianna, if I wanted to walk out of here today, you wouldn't stop me?"

She replied, "I would ask that you not hurt him by coming back later and telling him who you were. That's all. I would not stop you."

He nodded. "Well that's fair." He hesitated, then took her hand. She looked up in surprise. "Is he really mine?"

She smiled softly, and nodded. 

"Maybe...can I talk to him?"

"Of course! I'll show you where they probably went." She got up, and they both realized at once they were still holding hands. They laughed nervously, and dropped them—but it was a good sign, that laugh. She led the way out the door and he followed her slim figure. She had matured and all traces of baby fat were gone. Her curves had filled out beautifully in four years, and he couldn't help growing hard as he thought of what he knew was under the simple dress. Had there been anyone else, he wondered? This friend, maybe? 

She led him out towards the temple gardens. They found Arkantos playing with Emma under a tree, and as he saw her, he came running toward her. "Mommy, Sister Emma showed me a worm!"

Brianna laughed. "Arkantos, there's someone I'd like you to meet. This is..." she hesitated, completely at a loss for how to introduce him. "A friend of Mommy's," she finished lamely.

Arkantos eyed the newcomer. "You come to take Mommy away?" 

Gwydion laughed. "No, I'm not. I'm just visiting."

He considered this. "You wanna see my hideout?"

"I'd love to." 

"Mommy, can I show your friend my hideout?" 

"Of course you may, Arkantos. Be good and don't bother him too much." 

"Yay! Come on!" Arkantos' tiny hand slipped into his father's and Brianna saw the look of wonder on Gwydion's face as his tiny son led him through the garden.

She stood up and saw that Sister Emma was watching her curiously. She smiled but didn't say anything, and turned to go back into the temple, bumping into someone as she did so.

She looked up. "Oh hello, Hawk. How are you?"

Hawk had actually joined her on the road when she was coming to the town. He had tried to convince her to come back out on the road again, and her heart longed for it, but she knew her baby needed her now. Perhaps time for that later.

He visited the town often, about once a month. He always visited her and always brought her a gift and Arkantos a toy. Women had come and gone in his life, but she knew she held his interest.

There had actually been quite a few nights when they had succumbed to their passions. He was a very attractive man, and he wanted her and she wanted him. He was a very good lover, and she learned much from him. He had never asked for more, and she knew he was a free spirit. She also knew that she was the only woman who had ever held even a small part of him, and she held it cautiously, knowing it was fragile and easily lost.

He smiled down at her, that familiar knowing. "How are you, my sweetheart?" That was his customary nickname for her and only her. She smiled sweetly up at him. "How are you today? I'm glad to see you're back in town."

His eyes flickered toward where Gwydion was sitting in the grass, earnestly listening to Arkantos. "Who is your guest?"

She blushed slightly, but he caught it. "An old friend," she said, but her eyes were far away. He watched her, and realized he was a lot more than she admitted.

"Would you like to meet him, Hawk?"

He recovered himself. "Absolutely."

She nodded, and turned to call them but saw they were already walking across the grass. "Gwydion!" she called out.

Hawk saw the resemblance between father and son immediately, of course. So this was the secret she'd been hiding all these years. He suddenly hated this Gwydion without even knowing him, for leaving her as cruelly as he must have. His hand unconsciously went to the small of her back.

They remained poised there for a moment, the four of them. Her hair blew in her eyes as she stood nearly in Hawk's embrace, and Gwydion was holding Arkantos' hand. Gwydion's and Hawk's eyes met and there was a electric spark.

Sensing the tension but not fully understanding it—after all, Hawk wasn't interested in her—Brianna spoke first. "Gwydion, I want you to meet my good friend Hawk. Hawk, this is Gwydion—a very old friend whom I haven't seen in years."

They cautiously shook hands and murmured some words, then Hawk's hand went back to around her waist. She wasn't sure what to do next, when Arkantos decided it.

"Mommy!" She looked at him questioningly, and he motioned her down to his level, to whisper in her ear softly, "I really like Uncle Gwydion. He's almost as nice as Uncle Hawk. And I gotta go potty."

She laughed, and picked him up. "All right then. Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me. Please make yourself comfortable, Gwydion. Hawk, I'll see you in a few minutes." She smiled sweetly at Hawk and exited.

She left the two of them eyeing each other, and took Arkantos to the bathroom. After that, he yawned and she put him down for his afternoon nap. 

When she came back, Hawk was sitting on one of the garden benches alone. She looked around, but Hawk spoke up first. "He said he went to think. He said he wouldn't go without giving you his answer."

She nodded, and sat down next to him when he motioned. He put his arm around her, and she turned and buried her face into his shoulder and sighed. 

"Who is he, Brianna? As if I couldn't guess."

She looked at him. "He...well, yes, they do look alike don't they?"

"Very much. Arkantos doesn't look like you at all."

She laughed, nervously. "No, he always looked like his father." She bit her lip. "I haven't said that word in so long, Hawk, in relation to Arkantos."

"Why didn't you ask me?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure, really. You are too involved, I guess. Anyway, father or not, you were here when he was born."

It was true. Hawk had been in the temple when her baby had come, and had been one of the first people at her room when she screamed. She'd asked if he could stay in the room, and he had, wiping her brow with a cloth and holding her hand. It was not long after that that they'd made love for the first time. She thought back to it and smiled. 

It had been about three months after Arkantos had been born. She had been lonely and miserable, feeling as though no man would ever find her attractive. Hawk had been visiting, and had noticed, and insisted on taking her out to dinner and then out for a night on the town. She left Arkantos with the monks, who were more than happy, and she drank a significant amount and enjoyed herself utterly. If he had wanted her that night, he could have taken her, but instead he put her to bed and watched over her all through the night. It was in the morning when she'd awoken and found him sleeping in a large armchair next to her bed that she'd crawled into his lap and kissed him hungrily. He had protested a little, but not much.

He was a large man, much larger all around than Gwydion had been. Not fat, but muscular where Gwydion had been lithe. He easily lifted her in one arm and Arkantos in another. Her tiny frame felt very safe in his embrace, and in his bed. He only came to town about once every three months or so, but whenever he did they spent time together and usually a night or two as well.

She was smiling, and he lifted her chin tenderly. "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about...all these years, Hawk, and you still come back to me. Why is that?"

He chuckled. "Such a deep question, my sweetheart? Where did this come from?"

"I'm just wondering, Hawk. Why does anyone stay with anyone?"

His voice was soft. "You're wondering why he didn't stay with you."

She sighed. "In one way, I understand. He hadn't come looking for something serious. He wanted it to be no strings attached. In another way..."

"You wonder what was wrong with you."

She glanced up into his eyes. "You can always read me, Hawk. But you never answered my question."

"And what was that?"

"Stop teasing! Why do you always come back to me? It's been four years, and you've not brought any other woman around, and I like to think you'd introduce me if there was someone."

"I would."

"So? What is it about me that keeps bringing you back?" She was laughing as she said it, but the serious look in his eyes silenced her.

"Does it bother you?"

"Not at all." 

He looked down at his hands. "I can partly answer your question. Sometimes...you find something that you like. And you get comfortable with the status quo, and you start to think it's going to be there forever." He looked up at her, wondering if he'd said too much. Her eyes were on the garden, watching with a unfamiliar look in her eyes. She spoke, softly.

"Nothing is forever."

She blinked, and looked back at him. Her face relaxed, into the familiar smile he knew so well. He stood up, and she looked surprised.

"I...need to go. Don't worry, I'll come back. But I need to think about something." He bowed and kissed her lips, affectionately. "Come see me if you like. I'm at the Prancing Pony." She nodded, and smiled as he left.

As he was walking out, he saw a figure detach itself from a wall and move toward him. It was Gwydion. He bowed politely.

"May I walk with you?"

Hawk nodded. "Be my guest. I'm heading back to my Inn now. Where are you staying?"

"The Inn of the White Stag."

Hawk knew the place. It was on the other end of town. He always stayed at the Prancing Pony; it was the closest to the temple. Now he wondered why.

He turned back to Gwydion. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. Would you like a drink? My treat."

Gwydion visibly hesitated, then nodded.

They went back to the Prancing Pony and sat at a table. Hawk ordered his standard, a Crystal Waters. Gwydion ordered a Minotaur Malt, significantly harder. He drained the first glass and signaled for another.

He looked up at Hawk. "I suppose you know why she called me back."

Hawk chose his words with care. "I know that you two have some...old business that you need to take care of. I know she wanted to give you the choice to decide for yourself, about Arkantos.

"But she didn't tell me she was going to write you. And the first she's said anything about you was today. So I guess I don't know that much."

Gwydion sighed. "I don't know why I feel the need to explain myself to you. You seem very important in her life. I'm not a bad man. Can I talk to you?"

Hawk nodded.

"I won't ask you not to repeat anything I say to Brianna. I know you will. I'll just ask you to be discreet and not say anything unnecessary. 

"I first saw Brianna for years ago, at her village. We had killed a dragon, and she came up to heal us. She was so charming and sweet, she caught my eye that second. I think...I think I fell in love with her, that first day.

"I didn't mean to...do anything with her. Believe me when I say she was as willing as I was. She was so charming. 

"Anyway...I told her what my intentions were. I never lied to her, and I don't think she'd say I did." He looked up questioningly, and Hawk shook his head. "She doesn't have any bad words to say about you."

Gwydion sighed again. "I...wanted to stay with her. I...she struck a chord in my heart, that I'd never known. But how could I?"

"What stopped you?"

Gwydion sighed. He carefully reached down and lifted his sword from his belt. Laying it across the table, he gently—almost lovingly—unsheathed it.

Hawk started in shock. "That's the Rune Blade...? It's not, is it?"

Gwydion simply looked at him. "Go on. Pick it up."

Hawk reverently lifted the sword, carefully balancing the blade on his fingertips. It was truly a work of art.

The Rune Blade. There was only one in the whole world, and he knew who it belonged to. 

Hawk hesitated, and in low tones, said, "Should I kneel, Your Highness?"

Gwydion waved his hand. "Don't mention it. Don't kneel. Don't call me Highness. Don't do anything. But if you know the blade, you know why I travel the road."




Brianna



Hawk nodded. "You're still not allowed to return home?"

Prince Gwydion...He had been banished from the castle ten years ago at the age of seventeen. The reason had been disobedience of orders. Which was true enough.

When the kingdom of Sosaria had been significantly weaker, a more powerful warlord had descended upon the king with a large army. He had threatened to raze Sosaria to the ground and destroy everyone in it unless one condition was met.

The condition was that king Amantos give up his infant daughter, the Princess Anya, to be raised as a slave to the opposing king. The Princess had come late in the king's life, and was the adored progeny of a second marriage. His Majesty had had one night to think it over. In the end, he had to weigh the lives of many innocent villagers and peasants against his love for his precious daughter. He chose to act like a king, not a father, and ordered his daughter to be sent with the opposing king.

His son, Gwydion, left the castle shortly after. Against his father's direct orders he retrieved his baby sister. His father was forced to excommunicate him and banish him in order to save face. But all knew what a difficult choice had been laid before the father and the king.

It was a second before Hawk realized Gwydion was speaking. "I told my father the king that he could lay all blame on me, and saved his daughter. The other king accepted it, and Father began repairing the relationship. However, I was banished."

"That was ten years ago."

Hawk looked at him. "How long...?"

"All my life." Gwydion sheathed the sword and hung it back at his side. "Princess Anya will rule next."

Hawk smiled. "So this is why you did not tell Brianna."

"Why are you smiling?"

Hawk hesitated. "Allow me to speak like a friend." Gwydion nodded. 

"You're an idiot." Gwydion's eyes narrowed, but other than that he showed no signs of temper.

"You think she won't love you because of who you are and what you did? She's not like that, our Brianna. She has a good heart."

"How could I condemn her to the life I lead? There are people who still don't know the reasons for what I did. I never show myself, and I only tell my friends who I am." 

"And do you think she cares about any of that?"

"I-I don't know."

"Have you ever asked her?"

Gwydion looked at his hands. "No. Never."

"Will you ever?"

"Should I?"

"I can't answer that for you, Gwydion. All I can tell you is—nothing ventured, nothing gained. Do you care for her?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know her anymore. She's changed, grown up. She was barely a child when I met her last."

"So get to know the woman."

Gwydion leaned back in his chair. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Hmm?"

"I mean, I thought you two were..."

Hawk waited.

"...Involved?"

Hawk hesitated for a long moment...then shook his head. "We're not involved. We're very good friends, best of friends, but not involved." 

Gwydion cheered up. "Maybe I'll go talk to her today. I think I will...thank you my friend. You've helped greatly." He extended his hand, and Hawk shook it. He hurried out the door. 

Hawk watched him go. He realized there was a pang in his heart. He should have moved further with Brianna, should have said something. But he'd been so afraid she'd tie him down. She did have a child, after all. And now she might just slip out of his hands.

He signaled the waitress for another drink.

Brianna was walking through the town. She smiled at the vendors, and absently bought the few purchases she needed. As she began to head back, Gwydion stepped out of an alley in front of her.

"Gwydion! You startled me."

He smiled. "I'm sorry, Brianna."

She smiled prettily up at him and he realized what he had missed all these years. "What is it, Gwydion?"

"Can we walk?" She nodded, and he proffered his arm. She took it, and walked at his side.

"There are many things I want to tell you, Brianna. Many things I want to say to you. But I don't know how to put them into words."

"What do you mean, Gwydion? Just say what you like."

He hesitated. "I'm afraid it's not that easy, Brianna." She looked concerned. "Gwydion?" She turned, and lay a hand on his arm, looking up into his face. Her face was sweet-looking and her eyes looked worried. He examined her face closely. It hadn't changed as much as he had thought. 

"Brianna?

"Yes?"

He started to say something, then broke off. Started to say it again...and then he sighed. "Forgive me." 

And he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

They were both surprised at how intense the kiss was. One minute they were distant, the next moment it was as though four years had never happened. He enfolded her in his arms and held her tight, and her small fingers curled into his shirt, the packages tumbling to the ground. 

From a block away Hawk watched them kiss, oblivious to anyone around them. People pointed at them admiringly, and couldn't help smiling as they kissed deeply. He was holding her as though he'd never let her go. 

Hawk sighed. He turned, and headed down the street. As he walked, the sun set and the beautiful colors illuminated the town.