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Lauren and Justin, or the Green Lady's Revenge

Brandon waited until the third time we had to work late before he asked if I wanted to have sex. Not in those words. I said oh. He said he liked working with me and found me attractive. He just thought he would ask, in case I was interested. He hoped I wasn't offended. I waited another moment, then said yes I was. Interested. And I would like to. So he leaned over and kissed me. After a few minutes I asked if it was safe? He said yes. The janitor had already been through. No one else would show up until morning. It was a large open area with a dozen or more desks and locked offices around two sides. So I let him keep going. I was a technical writer, and he had been explaining his work to me. It was the only time he had available. The swivel chairs were awkward, so I stood up when he did. He put his arms around me and held me. I put my arms around his neck and felt his body pressing against mine. After another several minutes I asked when? He said now. I asked where? He said here. I said um. He cleared off the desk. When he tried to lift me onto it I said no, and started loosening his tie. I took it off and unbuttoned his shirt. He said um. I said we had sex naked or we didn't have sex.

He thought for a second and said okay. I undid his pants and watched him take them, his shoes, socks, shirt and shorts off, not necessarily in that order, while I slipped out of my shoes and unzipped my dress. I took it and my pantyhose off, then the rest of my underwear. I climbed onto the desk. He got out a condom and unrolled it over himself, then climbed on top and slid into me. There was just about room for my head at one end of the desk and his knees at the other. They must have been designed for this. I had my toes on the edge, but his legs hung off into space. He didn't seem to mind too much. We pushed into each other and I got wetter. The desk had a plexiglas top. It could have been worse. I felt him moving inside me and responded. After a while I felt myself starting to get close. I held out. My breathing got deeper and he tried to make me come. I made him work for it. I liked what he was doing and wanted to see how long he would last. When I thought I had built up enough pressure I let myself go and gasped out my orgasm while he shoved it into me. I think he was impressed. Shortly afterward I felt him come inside me.

When I got my breath back and while still lying under him on the desk, I asked why he was in such good shape? It was more than just body sculpting at the gym. He told me he was on the swim team in college. I said ah, that explained it. Did he have to shave his body hair? He said no, he didn't really have that much. Just enough that he didn't have to have shave the pubic hair that poked out the top of his trunks. I said just barely. He said yeah, but it wasn't something guys generally talked about. He said my bikini bottom seemed to have been high enough in front to cover mine. I said yeah. He could tell from my tan lines. I did have thick pubic hair and didn't worry about a few strays. I said this had been fun, but if he wanted to try it again, he'd have to get a room. Could he let me up?

So a week later, after working late again, he did. The room seemed fairly cheap, but I didn't mind. It smelled okay and he didn't ask me to pay for part of it. There was a streetlight outside the window and noise from the traffic. I had brought my fuzzy slippers, the ones I kept in the car. We all have our kinks. And I had bought some Export A's. If I was going to spend time with Brandon, then my husband was going to smell his cigarettes on me, so I had to start smoking again. At least a little. He'd figure it out anyway, but I didn't want to be too obvious about it. I lay on the bed in my white panties and thick sweater while I had a cigarette and watched Brandon take off his clothes. It was warm out but the air conditioning at work was brutal. He stood by the mirror and took off his narrow silk tie with the blue and red stripes. He draped it over a chair, and we looked at each others reflection as he unbuttoned his shirt. His voice and stance showed that he hadn't grown up rich. He hung his shirt on the side of the chair back and left his pants and shorts on the floor by his shoes. He walked over and stood with his penis pointing at me. I stared at it for a minute, then looked up at him. I had never smoked much and it always made me lightheaded.

I reached over and ran my fingers along his penis. I liked the texture, and the way the head poked out when it was erect. I was tempted to taste it but realized I was getting distracted. It pulled my sweater over my head, took off my bra and panties, and slid back down so my head was on the pillow. He got into bed next to me and ran his ran hand from my cheek, over my breast, down my belly, and along my thigh. He slid the back of his hand up the inside of my thigh and his finger into me. Then he leaned over and kissed me. I ran my tongue along his lower lip and nibbled it. He moved his finger up to my clitoris. Oh god. This time I wasn't going to be able to hold out. I thrust against him as he digitized me. Yes. Oh yes. Play magic fingers! I wanted him inside me, but he slid down and sucked on my breast. His fingers kept going. Not like they had. I didn't know what I wanted, but I didn't want it to stop. Finally he paused to put on a condom and moved into me. I whimpered. He had me where he wanted me. Or I had him. Eventually something happened and it was over. I remember liking it. Always be careful with a loaded condom.

Jacob

Jacob liked it went I stole his underwear. I liked the pocket but couldn't find anything to use it for. Like breast pockets on a woman's shirt. Sometimes I wore it home. I don't know if he wore mine or went commando, like Superman did. I tried not to let Robert see. The motel he took me to was a little fancier than the one Brandon used, but I didn't like it as well. Too gaudy. I turned around and kissed him as soon as he locked the door. I felt the key card against my back when he put his arms around me. His other hand moved down to my buttock. I was wearing my jeans. I had changed before I got to his office since it was after hours. I moved my hand down to his ass, but all I got was wool. I let go and slowly turned around in his arms. He kissed the side of my neck above my collar and moved his other hand down to my belly. He undid the brass button of my jeans and ratcheted down the zipper one tooth at a time. Thankfully, it was a short zipper. He slid his palm along my groin, pried me open with his fingers, and slipped one inside. Well, yes, I had found found a use for that pocket. It sloshed around a bit and came out to my clitoris. Hm. This was nice. I started thrusting against his trapped erection, and he started thrusting against my lower back. I whispered make me come. He kept doing what he was doing, and a few minutes later I felt my excitement build under his flickering touch and did. My belly heaved under the hand he still held there. After a few gasps I completed my turn and kissed him some more.

I went over, pulled back the covers, and lay down across the head of the bed. I pushed my blue jeans down a little more, pulled up my white polo shirt a bit, and hooked my thumb under the side of my red panties. They had a white button on the front you could undo but that served no purpose. Guys seemed to like it. My hair used to be longer and darker back in college, until I stopped dying it and before I cut it, and that was how I still thought of myself sometimes. His eyes followed everything I did. I don't know what they saw. Mine watched as he got out of his shoes, suit, tie, shirt, socks and shorts. I wriggled the rest of the way out of my jeans and panties and took off my shirt and bra. He lay down half on top of me across the bed. The queensize bed found in most hotel rooms is the same width as a standard office desk, sixty inches. His legs hung off into space. I took a pillow with me a rotated my head down to the foot of the bed. He followed along. I stroked his penis. We both lay there naked until I rolled onto my back. Then he put on a condom and moved between my thighs and into me up to his balls. Ah. That felt good. I moved with him as he pulled out and pushed back in. Slowly, slowly. Neither of us had a lot of time, but for the things that are important, you make time.

While I was distracted, the Green Lady appeared to me. She was dressed in random green shadows that waved like leaves. She said even though I wasn't aware of her now, I would remember this later. Sort of like a dream, except backwards. She said that in cities people talked about creating open space. Here in the Great Eastern Forests in was more about preserving closed space. The forest had been cleared for farmland in colonial times and had not yet fully recovered. Now it was threatened again. It takes a long time to put a tree back once it's been turned into a parking lot. If we kept going the way we were, there wouldn't be enough of the ecosystem left to re establish itself no matter how patient we and our children were. The town should refuse the permit to build a golf course. It already had three housing developments. It didn't need to cut down more trees just so a few rich idiots could wander around on manicured lawns. I said I knew that. She said it was time to do something.

I drifted, enjoying what Jacob was doing to my body. Holding on to his. Exploring his lips and tongue. Pushing my clitoris against his pubic bone. When I decided it was time, I let myself get excited again. He picked up the pace a little. A positive feedback loop is by its nature unstable. I tried to control this one, slow its growth for a few moments, give the tension time to build. Failure is a glorious thing. It swept me away. I wanted to make him come. I pushed against him harder as I panted out my orgasm, heard him gasp, and felt his cum flowing out into me. A minute later, with his penis still deep inside, I asked him if he wanted to stop using condoms? I didn't mind but men didn't seem to like them. I felt him twitch out another couple drops. He said yes. I said good. He needed to get tested first and give me a copy of the results. He said um. I said just go to a clinic or doctor, say you want to get tested, and ask for a copy of the results. He said okay, so after another minute I got up and gave him a list of STDs to check for. He looked at it. He said there seemed to be a lot. I said yeah, there were. I turned away, and he watched me from the bed as I got dressed and gathered up my things. I returned the underwear that I had taken last week. He said he had forgotten mine. He would bring it next time. He got up to kiss me before I left, and I heard him lock the door after it closed behind me.

Three weeks later he handed me his test results. Everything I had asked him to check for was there. Doctors always said they had to check again in six months, which was stupid. The results would always be six months out of date. As long as his wife was healthy and he used protection with others, I was okay. We were standing just inside the locked door. I undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. I knelt down in from of him. I griped both sides of his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. I said he looked healthy enough. I put my hand around his penis, inspected it more closely, and put it in my mouth. I said he didn't taste bad either. Um. Smooth and dry, with a hint of plum. I walked over to the bed, shedding clothes as I went, and got in. He joined me a few seconds later. I kissed him, and spread my legs when he reached down. After a couple minutes I pulled him on top and and guided him in. I didn't think he could wait very long. I came after a couple more. He was holding out pretty well. I answered his thrusts, and before too long he grunted and filled me with cum. I could keep it inside me this time. Just the thought made me excited, and I managed to come again before he lost his erection. He stayed inside me soft, and I rubbed his shoulders and back. I kissed his neck. He moved his head and kissed me for a while. Um again.

When I felt something stirring, I whispered fuck me again. He pushed against me. I squirmed around a bit. Before long I felt his penis swelling inside me, getting bigger, and bigger. I don't know why I was surprised every time. Maybe I shrank some while I waited and it only seemed bigger. Now he could pull out and push back in. So he did. Repeatedly. This time I waited. Then I started having orgasms. Since he was excited, but not able to come again yet, I took advantage. I tried to pace myself, but I didn't try to keep track of how many I was having. It was kind of hard to tell where one ended and the next one began anyway. This was one of the reasons for freestyle sex. At some point I felt his breathing change, and he shot another load into me. Once again, um. I was convinced I could taste him with my vagina. Afterward, when I was getting dressed, I put on his underwear. Maybe I would wear it to work. Maybe I could control him with it. There was a story in the Bible about Jeremiah wearing a new linen undergarment and then burying it by the Euphrates as some kind of ritual. It was something to think about.

Justin

I told Justin he would need to get tested. He said he already had. I said recently? He said yes. I said good. I just needed a copy of the results. He reached over for his phone, found the website, and emailed me one. I few seconds later my phone beeped. I got it out and looked at his results. It didn't include everything on my list, but it had all the important stuff. It could have been a fake website, but at some point you just have go on faith. I told him he could dispose of the condom, and whenever he was ready, we could try it again. So he did, but we ran out of time before he was. So I kissed him and told him I loved him. He said but of course. He was from France. He sometimes used English versions of French expressions, but while he didn't have a Midwestern drawl, his American accent was good. The most noticeable thing was the way he said names. His sounded more like Houston, and when he said Bob, the word was very short and sounded chopped off. It was more like Bub, than like the whiny American Baooohb. I liked it. I didn't think Robert would be amused.

I was good at my job, in spite of the distractions. The people I worked with knew and appreciated it. The main problem was the expert vs the naive user. Some software was aimed at one or the other. Much of it had to meet the needs of both. I couldn't write for just one or the other, and if I tried to find a balance between them I would frustrate both. I had to meet the needs of someone who just wanted to use the basic features without a lot of study, and someone who wanted to find a particular detail quickly about something he needed to do. It sounds impossible, but it isn't that hard if the software is well designed. But a lot of software is crap. Anyone who has used a computer either knows this or thinks he's stupid. All I could do was point out the most obvious flaws and hope someone cared. Justin did, and he made changes when the analysts let him.

The next week we ordered a veggie pizza. There was a place nearby that was sort of like room service. The only problem was getting dressed to answer the door. This week it was my turn. We hadn't gotten very far, so I all I had to do was zip up my pants. I lay down on the bed afterward, pulled up my sheer white top a bit, moved my hair out of my eyes, and opened my legs to show him my sheer white panties. He didn't stay dressed very long. He ran his hand up the outside of my panties, feeling my exposed lips, his finger following the groove between them. He kissed me and did it again. When it got to the top, his hand slid down inside. I moved against it. Just when I was starting to get excited, it moved out and up to my enclosed breast while he kept kissing me. My top was really a mens ribbed cotton athletic shirt and not designed to be sheer, but the way my breasts pushed it out made it easy to see the nipples underneath. He moved on top and rubbed his penis against me. My panties served as protection even though they weren't waterproof. A few minutes later he took them off. I took advantage of the pause to strip off my shirt, then lay back and welcomed his penis into me. I came. He came. I came a few more times. He came again. The guy in the next room came. The couple across the hall came. The pizza delivery guy came. Twice. I expect Robert and whomever he was with came several times. Everybody came. All God's chillun got to come.

Sometimes I get a little carried away. What can I say? I was excited. I can't guarantee it won't happen again. We still had a few minutes, so I complained to Justin about my troubles at work. I had been passed over for promotion. No one said so directly, but they had found out I was having sex with my co workers and decided it was unprofessional. I think they just used it as an excuse not to give me a raise. It wouldn't have been that much, but it meant Robert and I would have to wait longer to start a family. I'd be over thirty and more likely to have trouble getting pregnant. I'd be older while my children were growing up and living their lives. Finding another job might help, or it might not. He said no one had said anything to him about it. I said he was a software engineer. They didn't want to risk offending him. I was a tech writer. Companies didn't care about documentation. Besides, he was a man. He said ah. Then he said there might be a way.

Robert

The next evening I told Robert I wanted to get pregnant. We were sitting in the kitchen eating leftover veggie pizza. He liked the kind I brought home after working late. He was drinking the Brother Thelonious ale I had gotten for him. He liked that too, even though he was neither tall nor Black. He asked what had changed? I had said before we should wait. I said I wasn't getting any younger. I had decided to just have kids. We'd work it out somehow. He said good. I told him not to dare get a job. Not yet anyway. I thought there was still a chance I would get my promotion. He looked at me. I said what? He said nothing, he would do as I asked, but I shouldn't take too long with whatever scheme I had in mind. I said I would try not to. And I wanted to start tonight. I should be fertile.

Making babies is fun. The sex might not be much different, but wanting it to mean something more was. I had on my white cotton body suit. You can't tell it's not a mens athletic shirt until I take off my pants. I pretended to myself to be Amber, with her long wavy orange hair and cute white ass, and I looked over my shoulder at him. He was watching me from the bed. I don't know what he saw, but his erection started to bounce. I liked the way it danced for me, sort of like Salome, and gave him a little smile. I hoped he wouldn't come while I wriggled out the body suit. I joined him on the bed, kissed him, and put him inside before any more could leak out. I said just once. Just make me come once, then give me everything you've got. We started off slowly. It was as good as it always was.

I had heard about him and Amber swimming together naked. Either it wasn't as hard to see across the lake as people said, or Rebecca had used binoculars. She wasn't trying to make trouble. I had been keeping track of Robert's activity. I knew about Amber. I asked Rebecca if she had seen anything, and she told me. Maybe Amber had a little fairy blood. Maybe I absorbed some of her essence from Robert. I often imagined myself to be other people, especially during sex. I didn't need to imagine my partner to be someone else. But it was stronger this time. I had no idea what Amber was like in bed. Or at least I shouldn't have had. But now I seemed to. And I was grateful to her for sharing what she and Robert had together. I hoped she knew, I hoped that she could somehow pick up on what was happening. I wanted the whole world to know I was about to come, and did my best to let them know when I did. Robert certainly did. He filled me with all the cum he could, just as I had asked. That was the night I got pregnant. On the first try.

Living in the forest and having so many farmers and gardeners around, people interacted with and were aware of plant life. They knew something was happening. We began to hear stories of the Green Lady. She had appeared to people and talked about the need for sustainable practices and respect for the green growing things we all depended on. Development was not bad. Clear cutting and fragmentation was. There needed to be limits to our greed if we were going to survive. We all knew this. It was why we lived where we did. We just didn't think about it often enough. I had talked to some people about the golf course proposal.

I gave Robert couple days to build up his jing before we tried again. I was past my most fertile stage, but it wouldn't hurt to try. Afterward, he told me he might try writing a romance novel. I said good. He should try new things. I thought they were stupid. He said yeah, it seemed to be part of the genre. But it might be better than thinking up characters just so he could kill them off. I said there was that. He just shouldn't expect me to read it. He said he wouldn't and thanked me for being honest. It might help if I could tell him more specifically what I didn't like about them. I said the women were basket cases who wanted a man to fix their problems, and the men were idiots to try. What they needed was some backbone and a little self awareness. He said ah. He would try to give his female hero a little more self respect than usual. He didn't know how much bending the genre could tolerate. I said hm, and wondered why I kept him around. Then I remembered.

Tyler

Tyler's results looked okay, so I let him in without protection. He filled me with his penis. He was a little older and a little better off than the others. His stomach might not be as flat as it once was, but that was okay. I wasn't fifteen any more, and I wasn't going to stay twenty five forever either. He had grown up with a large family. His mother and her husband, his father and his wife, his step father and his wife, and his step mother and her husband. It could have been a clusterfuck, but in this case, being bounced from one family to another seemed to have worked okay. He, however, unlike them, did not believe in the sanctity of marriage. So he stayed with one person and had sex on the side. I thought this was a fine idea. He filled me with his cum.

Two months later, after we'd had sex, I told him about not getting the promotion. He said he would like to help, but he didn't want anyone to think he was involved with me. He was sorry. I said they already knew. He said they hadn't talked to him about it. Things had worked out to his advantage, and he didn't want to take a chance of his wife finding out about us. He hoped I wouldn't rock the boat. I told him I was pregnant with his child. He just lay there looking at me. Then he asked how I knew? I said he was the one I was with at the right time. He said he thought I was using birth control. I told him he could have asked. He could watch me pee on a stick if he wanted to. He said as long as I offered. So I let him pick a test stick out of the box, he followed me into the bathroom, and I showed him the result. I went back and sat cross legged on the bed. He paced a bit. He said the child would be my husband's, regardless of who the real father was. I said Robert and I only pretended to be married. No one had asked us directly if we were, and we hadn't said. We were really just living together so we wouldn't have to pay the extra taxes. He paced a bit more. Then he faced me and asked what I wanted? I said my promotion. I didn't get it because I was sleeping with him. I wanted him to insist on working with me. The company should listen to him. It didn't matter that much to them. They just screwed me over because they could. He said fine, he would. I said I hoped he was persuasive. I wouldn't know what he said, only the result. We glared at each other.

Then I said I wanted him to fuck me again. He snarled at me and attacked. It would have been rape if it hadn't been my idea. He pushed me down on the bed and might have forced his way into me, except he didn't need to. It would have been over in thirty seconds if he hadn't just come. As it was, he kept pounding into me and I had orgasm after orgasm until he tired himself out and his anger died. I held him and kissed him and told him I was glad my child would have such a strong father. Except it wouldn't really be his. Robert and I had been trying to have children. He hadn't gotten me pregnant, so I thought I would get him a little help. He would never know. No one else would know it was his. I laid him on his stomach and massaged his neck, shoulders, back and buttocks the way he liked while he rested. I rolled him over and worked on his penis and testicles. I told him I had released some of his tension, but I thought I could release a little more if he wanted to try again. I lay down next to him and waited. After a moment he climbed on top and guided himself into me. What he hadn't been able to do in anger he accomplished in defeat. Shortly after I came again, I felt his cum pulsing into me. He left a few minutes later, and I lay on the bed in my lace panties ashamed of what I had done.

That night the Green Lady appeared to me as Dragonfly Girl. She was four inches tall, thin and hairless, with four narrow wings and a blue bathing suit. I said I didn't know she could do that. She said yeah, she liked this form. It had good memories. She thanked me for going to the town meeting and voting against the golf course. It had been defeated. She said that since she had started taking a more active role, many communities across the state and around the world were listening and trying to help. I asked if it was going to be enough? She looked at me. I couldn't read her expression, which was probably a good thing. She said no. It was far far too little and much too late. We had been warned. Shakespeare said that the sun shining through the coal smoke looked like the moon. The prophet had told us to simplify. But no one listens to prophets. I asked if we were doomed? She said no, the earth would survive. Civilization might survive, in some form. I asked how long we had? She said it was already beginning. We should seek higher ground.

I told Brandon I was pregnant with his child. He said that was wonderful. What could he do? I said I could use some help with my promotion. He said he would do everything he could. I asked Jacob for help with my promotion. He said he didn't want his wife to divorce him and take all his stuff. I told him I was pregnant with his child. He said he would do what he could. I told Justin it had worked. Everyone had agreed to help and I had gotten my promotion. He said he was glad. Had Robert and I picked out a name yet? I said we were still thinking about it. What did he think of Justin? He said um. Robert agreed to stay home and take care of the baby. Maybe until he started school, maybe only until he was ready for daycare or pre school. Maybe not during tax season, so he could keep his job. We'd work it out somehow. Everyone wanted to keep having sex. Except Jacob. He was afraid of me. Tyler and I still got along better than a lot of married couples. I wasn't one hundred per cent sure Robert was the father. I might not have gotten pregnant exactly when I thought I did, and diaphragms had been known to leak. I didn't say anything to anyone. I let them think what they wanted to think, whatever that was. I didn't tell Robert what I had done, and he didn't ask. He never found out who my other lovers were. Still, everyone seemed more or less pleased with the way things had turned out, and content to let them keep going the way they were. We were one big decentralized family. And I still had Jacob's underwear. Maybe he would decide I was less dangerous than he thought.

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