Storiesonline.net ------- John Billionaire by bluedragon Copyright© 2007 by bluedragon ------- Description: At 27, life was good. I had a great job and a decent sex life. But tomorrow morning, an unexpected inheritance will change my very existence and leave me juggling several different women. Codes: MF FF Mult 1st teen cons dru rough group orgy oral anal toys creampie ------- ------- Part 1: The Will The feminine ass in my hands was absolutely perfect. The hips flared prettily around perfectly-shaped tight globes. The skin was milky white and unblemished save for the red blush where my hand had been spanking her. She yelped when I spanked her again, half-surprise in her voiced mixed with lustful excitement. And then she moaned erotically as I thrust forward with my dick, burrowing deeply into her clenching pussy. "God, Taylor, you are so fucking hot..." I groaned as my cock pistoned in and out of her body. I could stare at this sight all day. "I know..." she answered confidently, then moaned once again. She was comfortably crouched doggy-style, her knees spread to the side for balance and her head resting against her folded arms on my bed. This left that perfect ass up in the air, a wonderful receptacle for storing my man meat. I pushed my way in, then held my crotch against her asscheeks and rotated around, carving the sensitive nerves inside her pussy. The sensations felt great to me, but it was a technique I had for delaying my own orgasm while stimulating a girl as much as possible. I was rewarded with extra whimpering coming out of Taylor's end of our coupling, and she managed to sneak one hand down to play with her own clit as she approached her climax. "Oh, don't stop. I'm gonna cum. Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me!" she cried urgently as she got up onto all fours, planting her palms against the bed and jerking her body back against me with each push. I ceased my rotations and gripped her hips in my hands, readying myself for the final stretch. With metronomic precision, I thrust in and out of her rapidly, giving in to the wonderful feelings and bring about my own orgasm. Taylor beat me to it, grunting "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" before her hips suddenly twitched violently, her pussy muscles clamping down all at once. She screamed as she came. I was still a little bit away from my own climax, but felt the tension leave my shoulders as I was now free to cum. I pounded into her backside all through Taylor's orgasm, until she unexpectedly slid out from under me, my cock wet and bobbing in the air as she turned about. I whimpered in momentary disappointment, so close to the release I craved. But Taylor fisted my dick and started pumping it as she clamped her lips around the head and sucked furiously. That was all it took as I grunted and then released, feeling my balls squeezing every ounce out of me as my pecker spurted jet after jet of hot semen into the back of her mouth. She drank down every drop, and then collapsed back across my bed while I sat on my heels, my thighs burning from their recent exertion. Taylor's naked form was so gorgeous, splayed out haphazardly amidst my tangled sheets. Her large, perky tits pointed up into the air, full and round even though she was lying on her back. Her short, silky dark hair haloed around her head while she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the aftermath of our coupling. When she caught her breath, Taylor's brilliant blue eyes opened back up and fixed on me, a sparkle in her light irises. When she was aroused they turned almost violet, but as she began to calm down the deeper blue seeped back in. "Sorry about that. I know it caught you off guard." "I'll say. I was in a panic, thinking you were going to tease me all night." "No, not teasing. But I didn't want your spunk leaking out of me." She got up and started looking for her clothing. "I take it that means you're not staying tonight?" "No, I've got an early morning shoot. Maxim Magazine! And the last time we did this I left a wet spot on the taxi seat because of you." "Yeah, no problem. And uh, I've got a photo shoot too... for um... Cosmo..." Taylor grinned and muttered, "Yeah, right." She stretched for a moment, bending her body back and forth and twisting her arms behind her in some pretzel fashion that showed off her amazing flexibility and simultaneously thrust her naked bosom outwards. Catching my stare, Taylor smirked for a moment. Then she got dressed quickly and then gave me a short peck on the lips. "I'll call you." And then she was gone. Taylor rarely stayed with me overnight. We had a great sexual chemistry, but we both knew I was just her booty call. I was like the old, comfortable blanket she could always snuggle up to. Then again, the sex was fantastic and I had nothing to complain about. Still, it would be nice for her to appreciate me a little more. I lounged around my bed for another few minutes, then finally got up and went to take a shower before going to sleep. ------- FRIDAY BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! SLAP! My hand rested on the nightstand, two inches from the alarm clock I'd just attempted to crush. The morning noise of a busy Manhattan morning wafted in through the walls while I tried to shut my eyes and ears against an invasive weekday. BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! The hell? Why was it still buzzing? Then I noticed that the noise was coming from INSIDE my nightstand. Bleary-eyed, I yanked open the drawer and found my cell phone, which was vibrating against the wood in silent mode. I'd turned it down when Taylor had come over last night. BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! After a few blinks, I managed to read the caller ID. It was my mom. And it was 7 o'clock in the morning. I didn't want to pick it up at this early hour. Still, she was my mom. My one and only parent. I never knew who my dad was. He'd been gone long before I was born and my mom never spoke of him. She'd taught me to tie my shoelaces and help me with my homework and generally take care of me my entire life. The least I could do was answer the phone when she called me. So I hit the TALK button and gingerly pressed the receiver to my head. "Yeah..." "Jonathan!" she exclaimed. Well, it was a little more like 'Jonnatan'... my mom's accent wasn't very good with 'th' sounds. Then she blurted a harsh phrase in Cantonese, telling me to wake up. "I'm up, I'm up." "Jonathan, I have to tell you I'm sorry. I should have told you the truth a long time ago." That got my attention, and I could feel the last bindings of sleep breaking away as I sat up a little straighter in bed. "What are you talking about?" "I'm sorry. But you're going to be hearing a lot of things in the next few days. But you should know it is the truth. I should have told you before. Jonathan, I love you." "I love you too, mom. But what are you talking about?" There was no answer, and I no longer heard the faint buzz of feedback from an open cell connection. "Hello? Mom?" I ventured. "Hello?" Nothing. And then a moment later came the triple tone of CALL ENDED. I cursed out my cell phone carrier. Fewest dropped calls my ass. The phone vibrated a second later and I instantly hit the TALK button. "Mom?" "No, it's Taylor. Ohmigod! I can't believe it! Can you believe it?" Between my mom and Taylor, this was really starting to frustrate me. "Believe what? What the hell are you talking about?" "You mean you haven't heard? They just announced it on the morning news!" "Heard WHAT?" "Your father! He's dead!" She couldn't have said what I thought she said... "Who?" "Oh for fuck's sake." Taylor sounded annoyed at me now. "Turn on your TV. There are news crews right outside your apartment right now." I found the remote and hit the power button. As the screen was flickering to life, my phone was buzzing at me again as I had another incoming call. "Taylor, it's my mom, I'll call you back." "You'd better." I hit the button to switch calls to my mom, and then my jaw hit the floor. There really were news cameras outside my apartment. The screen showed the front of my apartment building, two of the doormen I recognized working hard to keep various media types away while various residents tried to sneak out and get on with their lives. With typical New York self-centeredness, none of them even stopped to ask what was going on. "Jonathan!" "Yeah, mom. I'm watching the news." I could almost HEAR her close her eyes as she sighed. "I should have told you." I was getting really annoyed. This had gone on WAY too long. SOMEBODY had to tell me what the hell was going on! And as her words reverberated through my head, the answer scrolled across the screen. Noted billionaire industrialist Jonathan Kendall died in a jet crash almost a week ago. I'd recognized the name as he'd been romantically linked to several celebrities over the years. An unmarried playboy for decades, he'd been very visible hobnobbing with the Hollywood elite, building his fortune through some successful movie producing in addition to his profitable corporations. But that's not what had television news vans blocking traffic outside my apartment this morning. Lawyers had opened up his will, and apparently kept everything under wraps for the past week. But now a leak had hit the media that Mr. Kendall had left his entire fortune, worth several billion dollars, to his one and only son, Jonathan Kwong, a young investment banker in New York. Jonathan Kwong, as in ME. A famous guy dying would always be news. But the fact that NO ONE knew Jonathan Kendall even HAD a son made things more newsworthy. And the fact that he'd left several BILLION dollars to a son who was unaware made the story the headliner. And then there were three photos on the screen. To the left, 48-year old Jonathan Kendall, with his light brown hair and sterling blue eyes. To the right, a pretty picture of my mom from a few years ago. And in the middle, the official company photo of me acquired from my investment firm. Now that they lined up all three of us, I could detect some physical resemblance. Same hairline, same cheekbones. I had my mom's eyes, although they were the same deep blue color of my father's. I'd gotten a great mix of both Asian and Caucasian genes, and now I knew exactly where they'd come from. "Jonathan!" my mom was screaming through the phone. I suddenly jerked out of my stupor and picked up the handset once again. "Tell me everything." ------- My mom was only 20 when she'd gotten pregnant with me. She'd come to America from Hong Kong for college, a scholarship student with a bright future. Jonathan Kendall was a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks with a hard determination to succeed. They'd met during their sophomore year and soon began dating. It was the first real love for both of them. They were careful to use protection, but even the best protection isn't 100% guaranteed. They'd disagreed on what to do when my mom got pregnant, and in the end it drove them apart. My mom dropped out of school to give birth to me and got a job. Jonathan wanted no part of a baby that would slow him down in his quest to make it big in business. My birth certificate listed "Father unknown", even though she'd named me after him. Oddly enough, having a U.S. born child had been the catalyst in getting my mom citizenship as well. And so my mom and I had made our life together. Eventually, she went back and got her degree. She used her intelligence and personal drive to forge a successful career, despite the demands of a baby. And she taught me her hard work ethic as well. But while she took her child and moved on with her life, Jonathan Kendall never forgot the son he had fathered. When he made it big, he contacted my mom to ask about me. The two of them agreed that I didn't need to know who he was right away. Too many children of the wealthy became spoiled brats, wasting money on parties and drugs. I was only ten years old, and both my mom and real father wanted to see me succeed on my own. So there were no trust funds. No checks mysteriously sent to my mother. No record to tie us to Mr. Kendall. Realistically, I was still given a lot of advantages. My mom was successful in her own right and we were never poor. I didn't have to struggle to pay for college. And so without knowing how much money I would have to fall back on, I graduated, got my MBA, and found my own high salary job working in finance on Wall Street. I was 27 and could afford my own Manhattan apartment. I was debt-free and financially stable. I'd enjoyed my social life, but I'd never shown an inclination for drugs or other excess. I was a responsible young man, and I didn't need my father's money. Those were exactly the reasons why my mom and father had been ready to tell me the truth. But then his jet had equipment trouble and went down. And my father was dead before I ever knew him. The conversation took over an hour. And when I was done I realized I was very late for work. I promised my mom I would call her later. She seemed sad, but strong. She'd lost the father of her child, but she had stopped being in love with the man a long time ago. I called my boss at work. He'd seen the news and told me to stay home for a few days. Let the media circus blow itself out once they got bored. "Congratulations, Jonathan." "For what?" I asked him. "Did you forget? You're worth a few BILLION dollars right now." ------- SATURDAY I'd spent the rest of Friday holed up inside my own apartment. Various neighbors came by and tried to be sociable, mostly just looking to meet someone newly- famous. Some of them I'd barely spoken to in the past, but now everyone was my friend. It was a pretty Saturday morning, a great day to go out and enjoy the city, but I was still hiding out in my apartment. And of all the curious neighbors who came to check me out, one of them caught my notice more than the rest. She was very pretty young lady, and she had my attention from the moment she stepped into the hallway. I had been standing in my doorway, chatting up the neighbor who literally shared a wall with me. He was an older gentleman who had ordered some Chinese delivery for me and steadfastly refused to let me repay him for it. I couldn't order myself without giving away my name and address, so he placed the call with his own credit card and building security had delivered it up to him. He noticed my gaze had been averted and took the opportunity to escape before I could force some cash onto him. And then the pretty girl arrived. Her light brown hair was tied back into a simple ponytail and she shyly kept her gaze downcast as she approached me. She gave me a nervous smile while her hazel eyes perked up as she realized I was looking right at her. "Hi..." I ventured, putting on my most charming grin. "Hey..." she looked up at me and folded her arms over her chest. This motion pressed her full cleavage together beneath a demure sweater, and I had to fight to keep my gaze on her face. "You're Jonathan Kwong?" "Yes, but my mom's the only one who calls me Jonathan. I'm just John." "Pleased to meet you John." She held out her hand politely, which I grasped and shook gently. "I'm Nicole." Her hand felt so small and so soft. "I assume you live in the building?" I asked. "Yes. I'm on the fifth floor." "Oh, ok. So you just came up to see what all the fuss was about?" Nicole blushed prettily. "I was just curious. So is it true? Mr. Kendall was your father?" "It would appear so. At least my mom reassures me that he was." "I'm very sorry for your loss." Somehow, the way Nicole said it made me believe she truly sympathized for me. In fact, everything about this girl screamed shy, genuine honesty, a rare thing to find in this town. "That's okay. I mean, I'm sad that I never got the chance to meet him. But at the same time it can't hurt me that much." "I suppose. The thing is that I never knew my dad either. Single mom, dad left before I was born. I'm sure you know the story." She uncrossed her arms and waved them off to the sides in a helpless shrug. I was taken aback by the sudden seriousness of our conversation. "Yeah. Yeah, I do." She continued. "I guess my own situation is what made me want to come up here and meet you. I'm sure there are a hundred more people just like us in this building alone." And then Nicole laughed. I was startled by the sound. Her laugh was rich and melodious. I could listen to her laughing all day. Now I definitely wasn't a person who believed in love at first sight. The romantic in me wanted to believe it but the New York realist in me denounced it as fantasy. But there was... something... about this girl that struck me. Taylor was gorgeous and stirred my loins from the moment I saw her. She was all slender curves and angular cheekbones and brilliant eyes. But Nicole, while not surrendering much to Taylor in the way of curves or physical attractiveness, just seemed so much more wholesome somehow. "What's so funny?" I ventured as Nicole was still giggling to herself while looking out at nowhere. She giggled one more time before looking right at me. "Well, I don't suppose there's many more single-parent kids who find out their dad just left them a fortune!" She leaned against my doorpost with a healthy smile on her face, all traces of her early nervousness gone now. "No, I suppose not." I caught myself leaning in close to her, just casually slouched while standing up and yet so much closer to violating Nicole's personal space. Nicole looked at me, the two of us incredibly comfortable despite knowing each other for bare minutes. And just when I felt the urge to lean in and kiss her tender lips, Nicole blinked several times and then looked at her feet. "Well, I'll let you get back to your life. Sorry for bothering you." And then a second later we were both standing straight up and a couple of feet further apart. The moment, whatever it was, was now gone. "Not at all," I told her. "The silver lining is that I finally get to meet the people I've been living next to for years. You're welcome to come back anytime." Her eyes lit up at the idea. "Maybe. I'll see you around. Goodbye." "Bye." She turned around and headed back towards the elevator. I could have stayed there forever watching her hips swaying as she walked away. There was a connection there and I wanted to find out more. Part of me wanted to find out what was underneath that baggy sweater and stylish jeans. But more of me wanted to know what was behind the fresh face and kind eyes. And yet thirty seconds later, Nicole turned the corner and was gone. So I retreated back into my doorway. My Chinese food was getting cold. ------- SUNDAY After days of camping outside my apartment, the media eventually figured out I wasn't going to make an immediate statement. And with nothing to report for hour after hour, the buzz quickly died down and everyone sort of moved on. So today I turned my cell phone back on and decided to venture out. The first thing I wanted to do was get a serious meal without having to eat it at home. But just as I was leaving the building, my cell rang. Taylor was livid. "You promised you'd call me!" "Sorry! I had to turn my phone off. Somehow every news network got my cell phone number." "Still..." Taylor was not the kind of girl who was used to waiting. She'd been a gorgeous woman when I met her in college, with all the boys flitting over her like moths to a flame. My exotic looks had gotten her attention. Well, at least had held her attention for about a week. It wasn't until we ran into each other again, years later in Manhattan, that we started fucking again. She was a beautiful fashion model/actress who'd guest starred on a couple of primetime dramas. I was an old reliable friend from college with no strings attached. "I'm sorry. It's been a crazy couple of days." "One would think you'd find a way to get in touch with your girlfriend," she whined. "Girlfriend?" I snorted. "You've never been my girlfriend." "Hey, that's no way to think of the last woman you slept with." "And how do YOU know you were the last woman I slept with?" I replied indignantly. "I've been a popular guy ever since the story broke." "What the-? Well of course I'm-. Hey! That's not funny!" she finally exclaimed when I began chuckling. "Come on, Taylor. At the very least, I've never been YOUR boyfriend. I'm your booty call. And I'm very happy to be your booty call. And you've had a LOT of other boyfriends since we've known each other." "But you're special to me, Johnny. We've been fucking for four years straight now. That's gotta count for something. We could be so much more." It suddenly dawned on me what was causing her sudden change of heart. "And I'm sure the reports of my bank account have nothing to bring to a new relationship." Now I could actually hear Taylor blush on the other end of the line. "Well, even before that I always knew we could end up together." "I would have liked it," I told her honestly. But I'd also known she was too flighty to ever hold down for very long. "Besides, think of how much more exposure and free press I could get if I were the girlfriend of Jonathan Kwong, one of the richest men in America. At least go out with me a few times in public. It would be absolutely killer for my career." "No, Taylor." "Fine, fine. I'll convince you later. But will you at least meet me for lunch?" she asked. "Of course." ------- Lunch was a quiet hole in the wall, not an easy thing to find in a busy place like Manhattan. The owners knew Taylor and me and I felt safe there. Various regulars offered their condolences over the father I never knew while simultaneously joking about how I was going to spend all that money. In a quiet corner of Geno's Café I was surprised that Taylor didn't immediately launch into her perfect reasoning for why we should become boyfriend/girlfriend, at least for a little while. Instead, Taylor settled in to just enjoy some time with me. I managed to begin a heartfelt talk about what was going through my mind. Even after two days of nothing but thinking about the situation, I still had no clue how to move on with my life. And ulterior motives or not, Taylor could be a good listener when she wanted to be. The heartfelt talk led its way back to my apartment. And upon returning, I slumped into my sofa, my head propped on the backrest while the rest of me slouched into a position of utter defeat. At first Taylor tried to cheer me up with very Taylor-esque suggestions. "Go out and buy a big fancy car! Or let's go on a vacation around the world. Spend some of your newfound billions." "I don't actually have any money or anything just yet," I informed her forlornly. "It could be a long time before the executor of Mr. Kendall's estate gets everything sorted out." "But I thought he just left everything to you." "Well I assume there are taxes, and titles, and a lot of things that have to be transferred. I mean, how much of a hassle is it to change your address on your driver's license? Multiply that by a few million." "You mean 'billion'," she chided me. "Yeah... it's such a BIG word, isn't it? Billions..." "Hmm, I know how to cheer you up." "Taylor, not to rain on your parade, but you were never good at cheering people up. You're a little too self-absorbed for that." "Well, I may be self-absorbed. But I'm very good at what I have in mind." And with that she slid closer to me on the couch, her fingers trailing up and down my chest. "And just what is it that you have in mind?" "Well, like I said," she began as she slipped off the couch and got to her knees in front of me. Her fingers were deftly opening up my jeans. "It's something I'm very good at." "Well, I guess that definitely means you're not going to try 'acting' to cheer me up," I quipped. And then suddenly I was sucking my breath in panic as her fingernails gripped at my testicles. "Funny..." Taylor's blue eyes flared, already turning to their violet hue. But she released me and then continued to tug my underwear and jeans down to my ankles. I sat bare-assed on my sofa, my penis already stiffening in anticipation of what was to come. I had to agree with Taylor's methodology, this would probably make me feel a LOT better. She blew out a stream of moist air at the tip of my cock, causing it to stir with a life of its own. And then her long tongue extended out, finding a sensitive nerve on the underside and causing me to become fully erect within the friendly confines of her warm mouth. Taylor probably knew my erection better than anyone, myself included. And so she knew exactly how to extract the utmost in pleasure in me. Soft licks turned into powerful sucking, and then her hand had formed a ring around the base of my pole as she stroked me towards her open lips. I groaned happily, for a few moments all my troubles gone away. I reached down and held her head as she bobbed and weaved upon me. Her almost black hair was cut above her shoulders in a fashion model cute style, with long bangs artfully curtaining around her face. I pulled the dark locks away and to the side so I could see her face and dangling earrings while she blew me. Her eyes flashed up to meet mine, and I noticed the corners of her mouth turn upwards in a smile as she saw the rapturous look on my face. But then soon she refocused on the task at hand (er, at mouth). Very quickly, I felt myself slipping towards the edge. I hadn't cum in days, and now I had quite a load built up inside of me as my balls began to simmer. Taylor sensed the change inside of me and she pulled off with a wet popping sound. "Not yet..." With comfortable ease, she sat back on her feet and whipped her top off in one smooth motion. Then reaching behind her back, she unsnapped the bra, spilling her bountiful bosom out to my appreciating gaze. Taylor's ass was divine, but she had a great rack as well. I know her model profile listed her as a "C" cup, but unbound her tits just looked so much bigger and rounder against her slender frame. I made no attempt to look at Taylor's face as her tits bounced and jiggled while she stripped off her skirt and thong panties, leaving her wearing nothing but her jewelry and a smile. I only wish Asian decorum had let her keep her shoes on for what we were about to do. Instead, her strappy high heels were still by my front door. "Want me to return the favor?" I asked Taylor's tits as she moved onto the couch, straddling my legs and planting her knees on either side of my hips. "Not this time. Just sit back and relax. Let me do all the work." There was a fire in her eyes as I finally looked up. I kept my vision locked onto her eyes as she lowered her body onto me, pointedly ignoring her naked body and instead trying to will through my look how much I did appreciate her. I'd never lost my schoolboy crush on her, even after all these years, and I felt so incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to make love to her. Taylor had never really returned the emotional sentiment. She was gorgeous and she knew it, perhaps taking me for granted. But she trusted me and being around her had been reward in itself for me. And as her pussy muscles clenched around my rod, I could believe I was in heaven making love to a goddess. Taylor just sat in my lap for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my cock filling her up. She leaned down and planted a row of kisses along my neck and shoulder, her hair tickling me where it dragged across my bare skin. I wrapped my arms around her naked body, simply holding her. We'd had sex many times before this, but something was different about this coupling. So often, our sex had been just about sexual release, physical gratification. But for perhaps the first time, I felt a wave of emotion from her as she gyrated in my lap and held me close to her. Maybe Taylor was seriously considering how she felt about me. Or maybe she was a better actress than I gave her credit for. I wasn't sure I could totally trust her intentions just days after finding out I was going to be filthy rich. But then those talented inner muscles squeezed again and I decided to worry about her intentions later. For now, I had a goddess making love to me. Taylor really did do all the work. I lay back against the couch and watched as her lithe body swiveled around my shaft, pumping up and down as she used her body like a finely tuned instrument to coax out the sweetest sounding notes of pleasure in both our bodies. After ten minutes, we both were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her erect nipples dragging across my chest as her tongue danced along my lips and her hips gyrated as well as any belly dancer. She paused only once, clutching my face in between her breasts as she shuddered in climax. But then she was right back to fucking me with increased fervor. And presently I felt the simmer in my balls heating up into a full boil. My eyes flared and Taylor saw it immediately. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum inside me..." she cooed as her muscle squeezes went into overdrive. She leaned in and whispered huskily right into my ear. "This time I want to feel you oozing out of me for the rest of the day. Cum, baby. Cum..." So I did just that. Passive for most of our lovemaking, I suddenly reached up and gripped Taylor's hips in my hands, stopping her movements and pinning her body as tightly down against me as we could possibly go. And with my cock embedded all the way inside of her, my balls compressed and then I was blowing two days of semen directly into her womb. I groaned as I felt myself burst, and Taylor was clutching me to her as she bit down on my shoulder and came again, her pussy spasming as she joined me in ecstasy. "Fuck, yeah... cum, baby. That's it... more..." came more breathy moaning. And I answered her with a few more shots of spunk into her body. When we were done, she giggled and rested her sweaty forehead against mine, one long bang covering her eye. "Aren't you glad I came to cheer you up?" "Absolutely." We cuddled together for a few minutes. Usually during this time Taylor started mentally counting the seconds until she could take off. I finally spoke up, "So I assume you're not staying the night, per usual?" Taylor flipped her hair and fixed me with a look of contentment. "No. I think I'd rather stay here tonight, keep you company. I can't abandon you with all that's going around. And then in the morning I can cheer you up all over again!" ------- MONDAY The next morning Taylor woke me with an exquisite blowjob before our actual breakfast. And after our Starbucks and bagels run to start off the weekday morning, she went her way while I made my first attempt to go to work since the story broke. It would also be the last day I would ever go to work there. People were staring the moment I entered the building. Most of them were people I knew, coworkers or other familiar faces at least. Some of them said 'hello' or 'good morning' while others hung back and whispered their gossip to each other. Despite being packed with the morning rush, I had perhaps the quietest elevator ride of my life. Sherri, the receptionist, had the widest smile for me as I stepped into our offices. She actually leaned down, her shirt drooping momentarily so I could see the full curves of her breasts as she mimed doing something on her desk while simultaneously saying, "Good morning, John." "Er, morning Sherri." I continued on towards my office. The minute he saw me, my boss crossed the floor and followed me into my office before closing the door. We had an honest talk that lasted about ten minutes. And by the end of the conversation, I was packing up my things. No, I wasn't fired or anything. Nor did I quit. But as it turned out, Mr. Kendall had quite the shareholdings in the company. Not a controlling stake or anything, but a significant percentage. And now those shares were my shares, or would be soon. In a nutshell, there was no way I could continue to just do my job. Technically, I was a part owner. And owners can't be employees. Besides, I had bigger responsibilities and a much larger fortune I would have to manage than simple investing for other people. Management had already decided. All my duties were assigned to someone else. Another finance geek would be taking over my office. All I had to do was go home and wait for the dividend checks to arrive. Still half in shock, I took the time to say goodbye to everyone I'd been working with for four years. I promised I'm come back and "do lunch" with about half of them. Not that we'd taken lunch breaks that often with our high-pressure jobs. An hour later, I was back at home. Sitting on my ass without a clue what to do with myself. Then the building intercom buzzed. "Mr. Kwong? Building security here." "Yes?" "There's a limo here for you, sir. They say they're from the law firm that represented your father." "I'll be right down." ------- Ten hours later, I was slumped in the back of the limo, half-trying to sleep on the ride back to my apartment. My wrist hurt from so many signatures. And my wallet was bulging. Most of the bulge was business cards from the various lawyers working on Jonathan Kendall's estate. But some of it was from new credit cards that had been issued to me this morning, the kind of credit cards that didn't have spending limits. On the seat next to me, there was also a stack of folders containing more documents than I'd ever seen in my life. And I'm an investment banker. The lawyers warned me that there was still a lot more to sort out, and they'd probably contact me again tomorrow. I sighed... I wondered for the hundredth time if this was all worth it. Maybe I could just close my eyes and wake up with my old life again. My cell phone rang... again. It had been ringing all day once people realized I'd turned my phone back on. Some had been media types, but most had been my "friends" who all seemed to be wishing me luck and trying to see if they could weasel their way into some of my money. And so as the damn contraption continued chiming, I hit the off button and held it until the blasted noise went away. After the limo stopped, I staggered into my apartment building, waving hello to the security guys who now recognized me on sight. And I leaned into the corner of the elevator, mercifully empty and quiet. The doors were just closing as I heard a female, "Wait up!" accompanied by the sound of heels clacking against the tiled floor outside. Automatically, I reached my hand out and blocked the elevator doors, which opened up obediently. And there before me was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day. Nicole smiled at me as she hurried into the elevator car, still dressed from work in a stylish blouse and coat over a short black skirt. Whereas the first time I'd seen her she was dressed casually and shyly for a lazy weekend, today her appearance was sharp and what little makeup she wore made her pretty face even more stunning. "Thanks John..." she said as she relaxed and stood beside me. I just nodded and then slumped back against the wall, a goofy grin on my face. "Wow, you look like shit..." she drawled, appraising me. "Gee, thanks." "Long day?" she asked. "You could say that. Lost my job, sort of. Then spent the entire day with a bunch of Mr. Kendall's lawyers. Now I just want to sink into a couch and shut the world away." Just as I was finishing the sentence, my stomach growled rather loudly. Nicole giggled. Oh, how angelic the sound of her laughing. "Hungry?" "Oh, man. I haven't eaten all day." "Still having your food delivered?" I laughed. "No, no. Not anymore. Ah, crap. I probably should. I have like NO food in my apartment." The elevator dinged, and the doors opened on Nicole's floor. She stepped halfway out and then turned, holding the door. "Look, I don't want you to read anything into this. But I already have my dinner all planned out and I ALWAYS make way more food than I can eat. Do you-" "Yes," I cut her off. "I would love to." Nicole blushed fiercely and then looked at the floor. Then she quickly looked up at me as I stepped off the elevator, brushing by her as I crossed into the hallway. Without another word I followed her until we came to her apartment, but Nicole paused before unlocking the door. She spun in place and looked at me with her now trademark nervous expression. "Would you... mind... uh, giving me just, uh, 2 minutes?" She held up a hand with two fingers. I smiled and offered a calm "Of course." Then Nicole flipped the lock and slid her way into the apartment with the door cracked as small as possible. Her words had said don't read anything into it. But I was being reassured with every moment that Nicole had at least some interest in me. Maybe I wasn't the only one to feel the warm chemistry between us. She actually took three minutes, but I didn't mind the wait. It just built up the anticipation in my mind. And when she opened the door, I followed her into a well-appointed apartment. No fancy artwork or expensive furniture, but with enough sense of style to show Nicole had decent taste on a limited budget. There were a few odds and ends piled into corners that showed Nicole had been frantically trying to tidy up with the three minutes she'd been given, but after a cursory glance around all my attention was on the young woman herself. "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked me. "Uh, I'd offer you a beer but I don't have any." "No problem. Water, please." I made my way forwards into the living room at Nicole's direction while she headed into the kitchen. I called out, "I can't believe in four years that was my first time sharing an elevator with you." Nicole soon came back with two tall glasses of ice water. "Really? How would you know? It's a busy building." I looked her right in the eyes, basking in the honey warmth of her hazel irises. "Trust me, I would have noticed you if we had." They way she leaned towards me made me want to reach out and kiss her right then and there. But Nicole blushed again and looked at the floor. Despite her attractiveness, this girl clearly wasn't totally comfortable with such compliments. At least not from me. But then my stomach gurgled again, saving her from having to come up with a witty response. She pointed out the remote to the television. "You just relax and find something to watch. I'll go start dinner." So attempting to relax as much as I could in a strange girl's apartment, I picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. The first thing that came on was the Celebrity Sightings program, filling us in on the latest famous-people gossip. "Oh, they did NOT," I blurted rather loudly before I could contain myself. Nicole came scurrying out of the kitchen quickly, "What? What is it?" I just stared mutely at the screen, looking at a photograph of myself. More accurately, it was a photo of me and Taylor exiting our little café. The breathy young reporter girl went on and on about how New York's latest billionaire was seen yesterday sharing an intimate lunch with fashion model Taylor Brynn. And as she spoke another still photograph came up with Taylor following me into my apartment building, this time holding my hand. The reported continued by saying that Taylor did not leave the building until the following morning. I heard a quiet voice behind me. "So, is that... your girlfriend?" Nicole sounded positively heart-broken, as if she'd put all of herself out on the line in inviting me only to find that I was just playing her. I turned quickly and without thinking, grabbed both of Nicole's hands in my own, holding her close and looking right into her eyes as Nicole sank onto the couch next to me. "No. No, she's not." Of course, immediately after I said that, the reporter announced, "Our sources say that Jonathan and Taylor have been seeing each other off and on for several years, dating back to their days together at University." I rolled my eyes and kept my attention on Nicole. "We're just friends. We dated for like a week in college, but we're just friends. The media's trying to make something out of nothing." My words were blaming the media, but a suspicious part in the back of my mind had a theory of its own. Taylor certainly could use the media exposure of appearing to be my girlfriend. Would she have gone so far as to lure me out to lunch in order to trap me into some suggestive photos? Nicole looked at me, her eyes wary as if she wanted to believe me, but wasn't sure she could trust me. After all, we barely knew each other. "But, she did spend the night, right?" Instantaneously, I could see how the situation would appear to be, and how bad it might make me seem. Already defeated, I let go of Nicole's hands and let myself sink back into the couch. "Look, Nicole. I want to be completely honest with you about me and about my intentions. I realize that you don't really know who I am. We just met a couple of days ago. But I'll let you make your own choice whether to trust me or not." The poor girl was half-crying already, but she nodded. "I told you that Taylor and I dated for a very short time in college. Truthfully, the relationship was doomed from the beginning but the sex was incredible." Ooh, wrong choice of words. From the new expression on Nicole's face, I had to change the subject away from illicit sex with Taylor if at all possible. But as my mind raced back through my relationship with Taylor, doing so wasn't going to be easy. "Four years ago we ran into each other again, right here in New York. We had exactly one date, we both got hammered, and we did hook up again. It was comfortable and it was convenient. Now since that time, Taylor has had her busy fashion model life. She's had at least six different boyfriends during that time, and I was never one of them. I myself did date one other girl for about a year during that time as well. But whenever Taylor needed a convenient booty call, I was the phone call. And for four years, we've been friends, friends with benefits. So to answer your question: Yes, Taylor did spend the night. And yes, we had sex. But no, she's not my girlfriend. And yes, I was very, very interested in getting to know you better, Nicole. Not just to get laid. I... uh, well... this is going to sound bad. I already got laid last night. I just felt SOMETHING with you: a connection, a spark, or whatever you want to call it. And I thought you felt it too." I'd rambled on and on and Nicole just watched me with her stricken expression. The 'girlfriend or not' question was splitting hairs rather thinly. Point was, I'd been sleeping with Taylor. And for most people in today's sense of morality, coming to Nicole's apartment like this made me a 'player' at best. Now most people, when trying to get themselves out of a hole, wind up talking too much. I'd rambled a good bit but now tried to shut myself up lest I say anything to further damage my chances with Nicole. But she didn't say anything either, just staring at me while seemingly turning things over in her head. In the end, after many, many long seconds, she simply said, "I think it's time for you to leave." Before I could say anything, my stomach growled quite loudly. It almost broke the moment, and I saw a smile tugging at the corners of Nicole's lips. But in the end, she just looked down and pointed at the door. I couldn't help it, I gently held her shoulders in my hands, and kissed her softly on the cheek. But then with a heavy heart, I quietly stepped away and let myself out the door. Once in the hallway, I started striding to the elevator, my cell phone already out in my hand as I thumbed it back on. If she had set me up, oh man was I going to kill Taylor. ------- "I swear I had nothing to do with it!" Taylor pleaded with me, her voice slightly distorted by our intermittent cellular connection. "You're sure? Paparazzi just like to hang outside Geno's waiting to see if Jonathan Kwong will show up? And who are these 'sources' who say we've been dating for four years?" "Like I know? I wasn't planning anything." "Oh, and the whole conversation about me pretending to be your boyfriend helping your career? I'll bet that never happened? I imagined the whole thing!" Now Taylor's voice took a turn for the pissed off. "Look, I swear to you again that I had nothing to do with it. You can choose to either trust me on that or not. Just stop yelling at me!" Then my phone triple beeped to let me know the call had ended. She'd fucking hung up on me. And in a spur of rage, I screamed and threw my phone against the wall where the case cracked and fell to the floor. What the fuck did I care? I had enough money to buy the whole damn wireless company! And then my stomach growled loudly. Oh, for crying out loud. ------- TUESDAY I awoke to hear insistent rapping against my door. How long they'd been banging outside I didn't know, but the noise wouldn't go away, even after I'd tried drowning it out with a pillow over my ears. Bleary eyed, I finally staggered out of bed and peered through the peephole. I was rather hoping to see Nicole, or even maybe Taylor. But I was left with my disappointment. Damn lawyers... I opened up to see one of the distinguished gentlemen I'd met yesterday at Mr. Kendall's law firm. 'Mr. Rubenstein' if I remembered the name correctly. He looked at me quizzically. "I apologize for appearing at your door unannounced, Mr. Kwong, but your mobile is not answering." "Oh, yeah. I think I broke my phone last night." "I see." He glanced up and down at my disheveled appearance. "Are you just waking up?" "Yes." "But it's already 10am." "Well, I don't have a job anymore." He chewed on that for a second. "Quite right. May we come in?" "Yes, of course, of course." I stepped out of the doorway and as Rubenstein came in, I noticed the second person for the first time. I wasn't quite sure how I'd missed her in the first place, as she was a statuesque blonde and devastatingly attractive. She was also holding a very familiar stack of folders. My guests removed their shoes politely (Asian tradition) and then the three of us sat down in my living room, me on the couch and the two of them in my only wing chairs. I looked back at the stack of folders, trying to remember why they looked so familiar. "Ah," Rubenstein continued. "You left these in the car yesterday evening, an accident I'm sure." The blonde held the folders against her chest and smiled at me. I was still wondering who she was as I looked up at her pretty face and silvery blue eyes. Rubenstein followed my gaze. "Oh yes, where are my manners. Allow me to introduce Miss Cooper. She will be your new personal assistant." My eyes immediately flashed back to Rubenstein. "Excuse me?" "Your new assistant," he repeated. "Given your lack of experience in these matters and with Mr. Kendall's portfolio, the firm decided that you needed a little help in making this transition. As executors of your father's estate, we are given some leeway in making decisions such as this to protect the estate and ensure that it is well taken care of. Miss Cooper comes highly rated and from one of our top agencies. She has extensive experience in all the areas we believe you will need her for." I glanced back at the gorgeous blonde he was referring to. She definitely didn't look any older than my 27 years, so I wondered how she could possibly have all that experience. And despite her good looks, after what I was emotionally going through with both Nicole and Taylor, I wasn't really in the mood to deal with more interference in my life. "I thank you for the offer, but I-" "The decision has already been made, Mr. Kwong. You need the help whether you think you do or not. Now if your issue is with Miss Cooper, I'm sure the agency can provide you with a replacement. But in the meantime, she will work with you to handle your business affairs and also organize your change in residence." "Residence? What?" "Jonathan," he started, his voice becoming a trifle paternal and condescending. I noted that he did not refer to me as Mr. Kwong in this instance. "I was a very good friend of your father. And unfortunately he is no longer here to give you the advice you need for a time like this. But there are certain things about your situation that you do need to understand. The first is that a man of your economic status will always face certain risks. And this building simply cannot provide the level of security that you will need. And the second thing is that no matter how hard you worked to achieve what you have, no matter how much experience you have gained in living your life, nothing can prepare you to deal with how much this inheritance will alter your very existence. People you've known for years will suddenly treat you differently." My mind suddenly flashed to Taylor's insistence on being my girlfriend. And I remembered how all my old coworkers looked at me differently the one day I tried to go into the office. My life, as I knew it, was over. Rubenstein walked over and actually sat down on the couch next to me. "Jonathan, I've known about you for five years. Your father let me into his secret under lawyer-client privilege. We've kept an eye on you and I know he was proud of how you were succeeding on your own. But now you are responsible for his legacy as well. And for that you will need some guidance." My mother always told me: When the road bends, your only choices are to bend with it or fall off it. Now it was time for me to adapt to my new life. I looked Rubenstein straight in the eye. "Okay. Let's get started." "Splendid!" We literally spent the rest of Tuesday packaging up my entire life and getting ready to ship it across the world, if need be. I signed the necessary documents to allow Miss Cooper to issue directives on my behalf and the law firm to handle many of my other professional needs. Lunch was ordered in (I really needed to find a way to get out and get to a restaurant or something). We ate while we discussed various issues that I really didn't care about. But eventually, finally, the end of the day came and my unexpected guests left. ------- WEDNESDAY The next day my new assistant, Miss Cooper, came to the door at 9am promptly. "Good morning, Mr. Kwong." I hated hearing a pretty girl call me that, especially when she was no older than me. "Please, PLEASE just call me John. It allows me to at least pretend that I'm normal." "I don't know if that would be appropriate, sir. I am here as part of your staff service. 'John' would be rather familiar." "Oh, come on. Mr. Kwong makes me sound like an old man. And besides, who in the end is paying you? At least call me Jonathan or something." The cool, professional façade melted for a moment as she blushed. And I now clearly noticed her eyes, which had been a steely grey now fleck into a warmer blue before she schooled her appearance once again. "I can do that... Jonathan." "Now your turn. May I call you Cassandra?" I asked, referring to her first name which I'd learned yesterday. "Whatever you wish, sir." "No, not 'sir'. 'Jonathan', remember?" "Yes... Jonathan." Her blush was back. However, she quickly reasserted her professionalism once again. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly into a bun and her business suit, while stylishly feminine, was also quite rigid. We would have to work on that. It would look too weird if she were following me down the street in a business suit while I was in jeans. "So you're the pro. What are we supposed to do first?" "Well, first off here is your new phone," she handed me the latest and greatest gizmophone which was still astronomically expensive, complete with my own fancy Bluetooth earpiece. "It's already pre-set to block all calls except from those on your pre-approved list. We'll talk later about whom you want to include on that list." And then she got up and started her own mini-tour of my apartment. "Next we need to do is organize you for a move. Mr. Rubenstein made it clear that your first priority will be selecting a new residence." She turned and reached into a briefcase and pulled out yet another thick folder. I could get to hate the sight of folders, but I couldn't help but notice the tight curves of Cassandra's ass as she bent over. If she noticed me ogling her, she didn't let on. "I took the liberty of bringing dossiers on several locations, none of them on the general market. Real estate at this level is extremely confidential and extremely exclusive. There's a place on Central Park West that I think will be particularly well suited for you. It's not overly grand, but it will have plenty of space for you and a small staff. The building is well secured and ownership will provide you with cars and drivers at your leisure." I loved how Cassandra pronounced that last word as 'leh-zur' instead of 'lee-zhoor'. Her accent was a soft Australian drawl, and the longer I listened to her the more noticeably sexy it became. The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms. We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted. We could also branch outside of Manhattan, such as going to the Hamptons. Cassandra also let me know that I had the option of moving into Jonathan Kendall's old place. But the idea of living in the house of a father I never knew quietly creeped me out. I might want to visit it before everything got packed up, but I couldn't live there. I finally got a break to just zone out in front of the television while Cassandra made a series of phone calls. We would be house hunting tomorrow. As it turned out, I completely ignored the program I was watching and instead thought about just which big screen High Definition flat screen I wanted to get. Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out. A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly. However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree. True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings. Cassandra and I walked over every inch of my (now) seemingly very small place. No item was left un-cataloged to ensure it got routed into its proper box and then destination for later. Now I'm not a short guy by any means; but Cassandra was just as tall as I was. If I had let her keep her heels on, the blonde would be towering over me. And as we continued around the place she eventually removed the black business jacket. My eyes bugged out for a moment once I realized that this girl was absolutely STACKED, her large breasts actually having to be held down by a full bra inside her blouse and making her appear extremely top-heavy over a thin waist. I wondered, and not for the first time, how Miss Cooper ended up a personal assistant instead of a lingerie model or some other career equally appreciative of her beauty. Or maybe this particular agency was the kind of business I would want to do a LOT more business with. Still, despite her physical attributes, Cassandra was nothing but professional and didn't flirt with me in the slightest, despite several comments on my part. By mid-day, once again I would be having my lunch brought to me. A part of me liked the convenience, but I was still sick of eating at home. This time, at my insistence, we ordered pizza. I'd had enough of pretentious lawyer and investment banker food. As the smell of pepperoni hit her nostrils, I got the first genuine smile in hours out of Cassandra's professional demeanor. "I probably shouldn't," she wondered, looking at the oil bubbling on top of melted cheese. In the end she compromised, dabbing at the pizza with a napkin to soak up as much grease as possible before joining me. I'd already finished two slices by that point. We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Cassandra waved me off. "It's my job, remember?" So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?" "Oh, um... am I in the right place?" The voice I heard was melodious and completely familiar in its shy sweetness. "Nicole?" I called out from my spot on the couch as I got up. Nicole was just sizing up this very tall blonde with the big breasts, a badly stricken expression on her face. "I'm interrupting something. I'm very sorry." And with that she half turned to flee. "Nicole! No, no. Please, come in. Have some pizza." "You have company." "Oh, no. It's not what you think." I stood side by side with Cassandra and reached out again, holding both of Nicole's hands as I brought her inside. "Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Cassandra offered, holding her hand out for a handshake while I closed the door. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Kwong as his personal assistant. We have a LOT of documents to go over and there will be many changes in his personal life." Nicole took the hand and allowed Cassandra to shake. But she still looked a little uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm Nicole," she managed to answer. "I live on the 5th floor." Then she turned to me. "I just wanted to talk. To apologize for last night." Cassandra stepped in smoothly. "Mr. Kwong, I have several more calls to make. I'll just leave you two alone." She turned and smiled kindly at Nicole. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." And with that, she grabbed her briefcase and notebook computer and went into my bedroom before I could correct her into calling me 'Jonathan'. I brought Nicole over to the couch, letting her sit next to me while she still eyed me a little strangely. "Every time I see you there seems to be another gorgeous woman in your orbit," she commented. "Like you," I said softly. My heart immediately went back to the way I was feeling yesterday in the elevator, desperate to spend more time with this pretty girl. Nicole hung her head down, not sure how to act. A long lock of light brown hair fell over her eyes. And before I realized it, I'd pulled back on the hair, tucking it around her ear to let me see her elfin cute face. Nicole shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?" "Probably for the same reason you're inside my head." And without thinking I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers. She gasped in surprise but a moment later Nicole flowed back into my kiss, her hands actually coming up and holding my face as she pressed forward, parting her lips to allow my tongue in as my heart leapt in absolute joy. But as quickly as we started, Nicole pulled straight back shaking her head. "But I barely know you!" "Then let's change that," I offered. "But I can't. The whole situation is just too overwhelming for me. And you're cute and all, but... it's just so weird. The fact is, you're not just a cute guy I met in the elevator. You're New York's newest billionaire. And if I go out with you, paparazzi are going to be plastering photos of ME in every trashy tabloid." Once again I was holding Nicole's hands in my own. "Nicole, do you like me? Do you feel the same spark between us that I'm feeling?" She looked at me. "Yes." "Then what else matters?" "I just don't know if I can handle all this." I could see the moisture in her honey brown eyes. "If you were just another guy, we could have had dinner last night and talked and who knows what might have happened? But then the Celebrity Sightings thing came on." And I was reminded now of exactly why Nicole had gotten upset. I had just slept with Taylor. "In all fairness, Taylor has been my friend for a long time. But there's no relationship there. And I had no idea I was going to meet you in the elevator that day. If we started something together, you and me... well, I'm not a cheater." "And I think I realized that... It doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But it's not like I have any rights over you or anything. That's why I wanted to apologize. It's not very polite to kick someone out of your apartment." Nicole smiled for the first time. "No it's not. But I understand. And apology accepted." My eyes sharpened as I looked right at Nicole. "Now, back to the matter at hand. I'm not much of a cook. So will you let me buy you dinner? Say, Friday?" "A date?" "Yeah, isn't that how this is usually supposed to go? We can start over fresh. I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator." "Not that cute..." she teased. "Hey, you just said I was cute!" "You are, you are," she giggled. Oh, how I loved that giggle. "Stop interrupting me." I exhaled and prepared myself. "I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator. And you're just a very pretty young lady I want to get to know a little better. Come on, I'll take you to McDonald's!" "Ooh, big fancy dinner from New York's newest billionaire!" "Nothing but the best for you. I can afford it." Nicole laughed again and then leaned in and initiated the kiss this time, her lips soft and velvety against mine. She was just as sweet as I had wanted. When she pulled back, I had to ask, "Is that a yes?" "Yes, yes. Friday. Pick me up at eight." ------- THURSDAY Cassandra came to the door at 9am promptly, with a guest. "Good morning, Mr. Kwong." I glared at her. "Excuse me... Jonathan." A smile lit up her face as she called me by my first name. I think she rather enjoyed the little game. "Better, Cassandra. How are you?" "I'm good. It's a beautiful morning outside." "I wouldn't know. It feels like I've been cooped up in here or in some other cold building every hour for the last week straight," I grumbled. "Well, we'll get you outside soon enough." She then turned to her guest, a distinguished lady in her mid-fifties. "May I introduce our real estate agent." Cassandra continued on, "The plan today is to tour some of these apartments you picked out yesterday. I've already set all the appointments. And..." she held up the paper bag with the Starbucks logo on the front and the three coffee cups in a carrier, "... I brought you breakfast." I leaned in and inhaled the heady aroma. "Smells good." A few minutes later, we'd finished our breakfast and I reclined into my couch while Cassandra sat next to me as our agent laid out some of the real estate dossiers. We then spent a short time laying out the itinerary we would have for visiting six apartments, the candidates for my future home. But before we could get going, the door knocked. Cassandra was immediately on to the door. Once opened, she offered her customary "Can I help you?" "Who the hell are you?" I knew the voice immediately, turning to see Taylor glaring up at Cassandra. It wasn't every day that a fashion model like Taylor met a woman taller than her. "Taylor, that's not a very nice greeting," I admonished her. I was surprised to find I was still a little wary of my longtime friend. After all, I STILL didn't know for certain whether or not she'd set me up for the paparazzi. "Well you still haven't answered my question." Taylor cocked her head to the side and pouted while she put her fists against her hips. And I smiled; she looked so petulant and so pretty at the same time. "Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Cassandra offered, holding her hand out for a handshake. However, I could hear a little bit of an edge in Cassandra's tone, a sharp contrast to her gentle handling of Nicole's surprise yesterday. If Taylor was going to give her attitude, Cassandra wasn't the type to back down. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Kwong as his personal assistant. You're catching us just as we are leaving, Miss Brynn." "Pleased to meet you." Taylor shook Cassandra's hand. "Just leaving? Where are you headed Johnny? I thought we might be able to talk." And with that, Taylor gave me her best imitation of a helpless puppy dog. I just started laughing. And just like that, I was prepared to give her the benefit of doubt. After all, she'd been my friend for a long time, and friends don't mistrust each other. "About the whole Celebrity Sightings thing? Don't worry about it." "Then why didn't you call me back?" Taylor came right up and hugged me. "I'm sorry. My life's been a little crazy lately." "I understand. A lot's happened to you." She leaned up and pecked me on the cheek. "You're forgiven." And just like that, SHE was forgiving ME. How the hell did she manipulate me into that? Our real estate agent interrupted the moment. "I apologize for intruding, but we do need to get going to our first appointment." "Appointment?" Taylor looked at me. "We're going apartment hunting. Time to find me some expensive, flashy new digs." "Ooh! Sounds like fun! Can I come?" Taylor's puppy dog face was back. Well, the face works. Especially on me. "Um, I suppose." The agent helpfully added, "I'm sure the advice of your lady friend will help you make your decision." Taylor smiled brightly, already putting her shoes back on. "Let's go!" And so we were off. For some reason, I had a feeling in the back of my head that having Taylor around for this house hunting trip was a ticking time bomb. And yet, the day went very, very well. The apartments themselves were all fabulous, absolutely fabulous. Each of them had fantastic views and luxurious appointments. I really couldn't go wrong with any of them. Taylor completely geeked out on all the expensive fixtures and rich textures. Before we were done with the first apartment, I realized a potential mistake in bringing her along. She would have her own opinions as to which place I should pick, and she might also be picturing herself as the "lady of the manor" as we toured each new home. I had to admit, the thought didn't totally bother me. Taylor was gorgeous, smart, and had a great sense of humor. She could be a little self-centered, but what fashion model wasn't? She had her own social standing, her own experience interacting with New York's elite. And she was very, very good at cheering me up. I found myself watching the raven-haired beauty as she gushed over some lavish drapery at the window. I had a magnificent view of Central Park through the huge windows behind her, and the whole picture was simply beautiful. Even Taylor's ears looked so cute with dangling earrings peeking out behind her short, sassy haircut. Then Cassandra cleared her through behind me, shaking me out of my reverie and calling Taylor's attention over. My friend just batted her eyes at me, brilliant blue staring right at me. Then Cassandra directed, "We need to keep moving." ------- "I like her." "Who?" I reached out and snagged another spider roll. "Miss Cooper. Cassandra." Taylor had already put her chopsticks down, finished with her dinner. She ate like a bird. A very small bird. "Hmm." I wasn't totally paying attention. We were sitting side-by-side at the bar of my favorite sushi place, OUTSIDE of my apartment, and I was going to enjoy this meal. "She's calm, efficient, and of course very pretty. I'll bet she's a wildcat underneath that perfectly pressed business suit." "Hmm." I started trying to get the chef's attention and order some more sashimi. And they had this weird beef-wrapped asparagus thing I wanted to try. "Those legs are just soooo long. Like, she would be a perfect model, except of course her tits are way too big. I mean, I'm already at the big end for modeling. But maybe she could do Victoria's Secret or something. It's just so weird how she ended up a personal assistant instead." I arched an eyebrow at her comments and offered my usual "Hmm" to let Taylor think I was listening, but satisfying my hunger was still the priority. I wolfed down two more pieces. Taylor looked away across the bar, staring at nothing. "I guess I'd just love to get into her panties." Okay, now I started choking. I was already quite buzzed from a couple bottles of sake and now the instant vision of Taylor and Cassandra twisting the sheets together caught me off guard. Taylor just grinned and lightly patted my back as I fought back the tears in my eyes and caught my breath. "I haven't been with a woman in like, two years! And she is quite hot." "Can we talk about something other than you seducing my assistant?" "Fine, fine. Did you decide on one?" I paused to pound back the rest of my sake and clear my throat out. "Not yet. But I'm leaning towards the penthouse on 5th Avenue with the wide views of Central Park." "Really? I would have thought you'd have gone for the corner place on Park Ave. It's certainly more luxurious and a lot bigger." "Maybe, but (A) I don't need the room and (B) I figure I can always pay for more luxury. I can't buy a Central Park view like that over on Park Ave." "So that's the one, huh?" "I suppose so... Just think, in about a month you'll be visiting me in my luxurious penthouse!" "Visiting?!" She slapped me on the arm. "Oh, no. You get a place that fancy and I'm moving in with you!" I hesitated for a moment, not sure whether she was serious or not. "Oh, no you're not. I want the place all to myself!" I laughed, trying to make a joke out of it. She caught my hesitation, and then leaned in close until her shoulder was pressed against mine and her dainty nose was just an inch away from my face. And in a quietly serious, husky voice, she offered, "Well, give a girl a chance to change your mind." ------- I had a hard time getting my key into the door lock, what with Taylor's tongue buried in the back of my throat. It was a kiss that could only be described as 'ferocious', and it also deprived me of my ability to see with any clarity. By some miracle, I fitted the key and then we burst into my apartment. Taylor wasted no time, and once inside she physically slammed me against my own front door, pinning me in place as she sank to her knees and began opening up my jeans. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I sighed in resignation. I'd had the idea of winding up in my bed, but Taylor apparently wasn't going to wait that long. But as my eyes rolled back down, in the corner of my eye, a red circle caught my attention. Perhaps my subconscious was looking for it; I don't know why else I would have noticed it. And as my eyes focused I saw the red circle was on my calendar, hanging on the wall next to me. Tomorrow's date, Friday, had been highlighted, and in the middle of that circle was a simple word: Nicole. Almost immediately the sake fog clouding my brain lifted somewhat, and I half- crawled out of my own skin trying to get myself away from Taylor before she managed to slurp my erection into her mouth. "What's wrong?" she quickly asked as I tried to hobble away, bare-butt naked with my jeans around my ankles. "Oh, crap, Taylor. I shouldn't do this." She didn't like the tone in my voice. "Why the fuck not?" I managed to get my jeans back up around my ass, sort-of. "I've got a date tomorrow. And I really like this one." "So? That's tomorrow. What does that have to do with tonight? Is she your girlfriend?" "Well, no." "How many dates have you been on with her?" "Uh, well tomorrow will be our first." "Oh, COME ON. We've been through this before. When you've had a girlfriend, I've been good and stayed away. But this is different. You don't have a girlfriend. You're not even DATING yet. And I'm fucking HORNY!" Taylor was now the very picture of a pissed-off supermodel, standing with one hand on her hip while she fixed me with the evil-glare-of-certain-death-if-I-didn't-give-her-an-answer-she- liked. I didn't really have an answer for that. "Come on... it's only a blowjob..." she cooed. "Just a blowjob?" "I promise. Now please? I've got a craving for cum..." Taylor's puppy dog face was back. I never stood a chance. Without me saying anything else, Taylor saw the change in my demeanor and she began stalking me once again. I sagged back into my couch, acquiescent as Taylor pulled my jeans down once again. My cock was only half-hard, but reacted somewhat as she blew a cool stream of air across its tip. But then Taylor leaned back and began to undress herself. First to go was her blouse, and then she reached to the front clasp of her lacy bra. "I have to admit, I can't decide if I want to swallow every drop of your sperm, or if I want to feel its hot stickiness splash all over my big tits." Damn she was sexy as she pouted in mock indecision. And without even touching me, she'd gotten my dick rock hard once again. Taylor hovered over the waving end of my rod. She opened her mouth wide, carefully placing it around my cock without letting any part of it actually touch her. She exhaled then... hot, moist air surrounding my sensitive nerves and driving me absolutely crazy. "You're teasing me," I complained. "Yes, I am." I HAD wanted to just lay back and let her have her way with me. I wasn't going to take an active role in my imagined infidelity to Nicole. It would be a very small moral victory, but one I wanted. It was a victory I would not achieve. And with a pained roar I lashed out, seizing Taylor's head in my hands and forcibly shoving her onto me. Taylor was able to open her mouth wide, and a second later Taylor's lips were pressed all the way up against my crotch, my cock a couple of inches into the tunnel of her throat. "Stop teasing me." I released the tight grip holding her while leaving my hands on her head. Taylor hummed as she pulled back, never quite pulling off and giving me a wide grin as her eyes flashed up to mine. And then she looked back down as she focused on pleasuring me. At first, it was just her head bobbing up and down on me while I held the back of her head in my hands. I let my head roll back and groaned as I felt the warm, exciting sensations shooting up and down my shaft. Taylor kept up a steady rhythm for the most part, but for a brief moment, she froze and moaned softly around my cock. Her shoulder twitched a little as I noticed that her right arm was moving, even as her head continued its up and down motion. I hadn't really been paying attention, but I now realized that Taylor was playing with herself while she blew me. She had to pause a few more times as she brought herself to higher and higher levels of self-inflicted ecstasy, and at the climactic moment, she thrust her way all the way down to the base of my cock once again, deep threading me at the same time as she orgasmed. I could feel the tremors shooting through her body all the way through her throat wrapped tightly around the head of my cock. It was an exquisite earthquake of vibration as she moaned, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she rode out her climax with my cock filling her mouth. Once that was done, Taylor sat back for a moment, catching her breath and wiping away the tears from her eyes. But then when she'd composed herself, she fixed me with a sharp look. "Time to finish you," she said. And then her hot mouth was on me once again. After only a few more minutes, Taylor's expertise had me whimpering in anticipation of what promised to be a very, very good orgasm. Her talented fingers came into the mix, nails of her left hand lightly scratching at my balls while she circled my pole with her right hand in a tight grip and stroked me. "Fuck... Taylor..." I groaned. She just looked up at me, so pretty, her eyes a royal blue that began its edging towards violet as she watched the rapturous expressions crossing my face. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick as she continued to pump me. She barely blinked even as my eyes fluttered as she pushed me to the edge of my orgasm. My hips suddenly twitched and I was sure she could feel the tension in my balls, so Taylor backed off quickly and began stroking my cock with both hands as she aimed it right at her face. My first shot drew a line straight from the bridge of her nose and down to her upper lip. The second spurted right into her mouth, which she closed and immediately began murmuring happily as she swallowed. And without stopping the motion of her hands she pumped out the rest of my jizz onto her chest, where little puddles of my cum oozed down between her naked breasts. I wanted to lay back and fall asleep in that moment, but the sight of Taylor covered in my cum held my attention on her even as the rest of my body sagged. She smiled and used a finger to scoop up some of my cream, popping it into her mouth and sucking like a lollipop. Still smiling, Taylor got up, completely topless. "I'll be right back," she husked as she grabbed her purse and her clothes and went into my bathroom. We hadn't taken the time to slip off her shoes, so her heels clacked loudly on my wood floors with every step. I fully expected Taylor to emerge fully clothed and ready to say goodbye. She'd gotten her own orgasm and she'd gotten her taste of cum. After all, she'd promised it would be just a blowjob. I should have known better. Taylor came out almost completely nude. She was still wearing her jewelry and she was still wearing her heels. But that was it. And so with an impish grin on her face, Taylor came right up to me and began pulling me off the couch. "Taylor, you promised," I whimpered. "Yeah, I lied." The phrase so casually fell from her lips, but then she was pulling off my shirt and pressing her hard nipples into my chest. Then she leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Besides, for all you know this is your last night in this bed. We have to give it a warm sendoff." And then she licked my ear. My knees were turning to jello, and yet they were still much stronger than my resolve. I managed to kick my shoes off, quickly followed by my jeans and then I was as naked as she was, except for her high heels. Those I wanted her to leave on. I held Taylor's head in my hands as I kissed her, filling my nostrils with her spicy sweet scent. And for just a moment, we had a quiet peace. I was filled with all the desire and affection I had for this woman. She was so sexy, so vibrant, so attractively self-confident. I knew I could be happy with this woman who had been such a dear friend for four years, even if she was a little self-centered. I wouldn't have minded just standing there, folding our naked bodies around each other and enjoying the simple pleasure of a kiss. But like usual, Taylor was in charge and she pulled me towards my bedroom. The shades of my window were open, letting in the moonlight which cast the entire room in soft shadows. In this light, Taylor's clear eyes glowed a light grey, and her smile alone lit up this room. She leaned back onto my bed and pulled me on top of her where we began to kiss slowly. So many of our encounters over the years had been rough and ready fuck sessions. We were both terribly in a hurry and filled with lust for each other that we always ended up attacking each other in a frenzy. But on a few occasions we simply made love. And it seemed like this was going to be one of them. Taylor hand was gently caressing my cock, and my fingers were not idle at her wet box either. Our tongues dipped and delved within each other's mouth while Taylor's other hand stroked along my spine. I slid down her body until I came face to face with her steaming pussy. She'd shaven recently and the smooth skin glistened with her arousal. She spread her legs and hoisted her legs up into the air while my hands each gripped an asscheek. And now it was my turn to return the favor. I strained to go slowly, softly. My tongue and my lips barely grazed against her sensitive skin, almost tickling Taylor. And I continued my gentle, agonizingly slow ministrations of orally worshipping at Taylor's altar of love. I felt like I could remain there forever, listening to her cute whimpers of pleasure. But once Taylor started to get really turned on once again, she would have no slow worshipping going on in her temple. Taylor's whimpers turned into moans and then her hands were now on the back of MY head, pressing me deeper into her as I began to eat her out with more fervor. "Fuuuuck, Johnny." My hands circled around her ass and after inserting a finger deep into her sopping wet pussy, I pulled it out and pressed it against the tight muscle of Taylor's anus. She shuddered in my grasp as my finger surprisingly slid in very easily. I'd gotten my finger wet, but not that wet. And I picked my head up in surprise. "I lubed for you..." she giggled at the expression on my face. My dick twitched violently on its own hearing those words, knowing instantly what it meant. Taylor wanted me to fuck her ass tonight. And suddenly I had no more patience to continue going down on her. Taylor didn't seem to mind, and in fact she whooped in glee as I suddenly pounced on top of her naked body and snatched up her feet in my hands. With her heels in my grip, I forced Taylor's knees back against her own shoulders until I'd damn near bent the girl in half. And then holding her legs wide in a big V, opening up her wet vagina, I aimed my cockhead and then pounded my way into the back of her womb in one ferocious thrust. "FUUUUCK ME!" Taylor screamed. It was loud enough I'm sure the neighbors could hear. Of course, I was sure they'd heard us a number of times. And without letting go of her heels I jackhammered in and out of her rapidly. It was apparently just what the doctor had ordered for Taylor. Less than a minute after my dick had entered her, Taylor was shrieking in the throes of her climax, the sound of her voice vibrating in response to the vibrations running up and down her body. I wasn't about to let up on her either. Instead, I just kept fucking as hard and as fast as I could, my cock now swimming in a veritable sea of orgasmic fluid. And just when it seemed that Taylor's orgasm was waning, I pulled out, redirected, and then shoved my way into Taylor's asshole. Taylor's shriek briefly went up an octave when the head of my cock penetrated her nether hole, but then her voice died out as she seemed to just run out of air. Her mouth was still open in a silent scream, tears in her eyes as she fought to breathe. For my part, I was focused on driving my cock up her ass. Despite the heavy moisture coating my pole, and the lube inside her anal chute, I had a tough time forcing my way in. And as Taylor lit off into another orgasm, her muscles clamped down so tightly I thought she might actually squeeze my cock off in her ass. But once she relaxed again, I was able to glide forward, constant pressure pushing me in until my balls were trapped against her asscheeks. We both paused to catch our breath, Taylor's body folded in half beneath me, blinking away the few drops of sweat coming off my forehead as she panted and laughed almost maniacally. "Oh, that's so great, baby. But I wanted to change positions." "Yeah?" "Yeah, I want you to fuck me like an animal." "Well, I can't complain with that." And so with the coordination borne only out of familiarity, I pulled out while Taylor spun herself around on my bed. I stood back, enjoying the momentary relief from the constriction of her ass on my cock, letting my orgasmic energy subside a little. With this little breather, I knew I'd be able to really ream out her ass for a good long while. Taylor got into her position, facedown on my bed with her arms folded beneath her face. Her ass was sticking back at me, hanging off the edge of the bed with her high heels planted on the floor, forming an A-frame with her legs. Time for me to fuck her like an animal. Eagerly, I stepped between her legs, my hands spreading her asscheeks before me so I could see her distended hole. And then before she realized it, I'd shoved half my cock back into her ass. "Fuuuuuck..." Taylor groaned. And with a few extra shoves, I got myself fully seated, balls deep into her nether hole. The feminine ass in my hands was absolutely perfect. The hips flared prettily around perfectly-shaped tight globes. The skin was milky white and unblemished. "God, Taylor, you are so fucking hot..." I groaned as my cock pistoned in and out of her ass. I really could stare at this sight all day. That's when the pounding began. I honestly lost track of how long I fucked her. I can't even remember how many orgasms she had. It could have been five minutes or it could have been half an hour. I do know that the next morning my pelvic bone hurt like hell. But that night, my eyes just rolled up in my head and I let myself lose control. I wasn't trying to last a long time. I wasn't trying to give Taylor pleasure. I just let the baser part of me give in to the lust and simply violate her ass. I fucked and I thrust and I drooled and I fucked some more. And when my conscious mind reasserted itself, I had Taylor's hips in a death grip, pinning her lighter body against me as I held myself as deep into her bowels as I could go. And I was cumming. Oh, was I cumming. It didn't even feel like separate bursts. It felt more like I was pissing pure sperm into the darkest recesses of Taylor's anal cavity like a firehose. More and more fluid poured out of me, and when I thought I was done there was a bit more still coming out. My mind was in absolute bliss. And when at last the flow stopped, I simply staggered back, my legs muscles suddenly locked into position and unable to move lest I inflict great pain on myself. Taylor's feet had long lost their grip on the floor, and so she lay sprawled across my bed, a limp noodle absolutely destroyed by what we had done. Her asshole was stretched into a gaping ring, still not contracting and already dribbling rivers of cum out onto her thighs. Both of us were gasping as if we'd forgotten to breathe during the whole ordeal. I was leaning against the wall, trying valiantly not to collapse onto the ground. After a couple of minutes, Taylor groaned, "What the hell did you do to me?" Her voice was pained, but there was a smile on her face. I didn't answer. But after another minute to catch my breath, I managed to stagger over to her. With the adrenaline and testosterone inside me burned away, my touch became gentle. I rolled Taylor onto her side, and then scooped her naked body into my arms. She nuzzled her lips and nose against my neck. "You can be such a fucking stud when you want to be," she whispered. I didn't know how to answer that. Instead I carried her out of my bedroom and towards the bathroom. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." ------- FRIDAY At 9am promptly, Cassandra arrived at my door. She didn't look very surprised when Taylor opened up the door for her with an overly dramatic "Can I help you?" Cassandra smiled at the use of her own phrase. "Good morning, Taylor." She then looked to me. "Good morning, Mr. Kwong." I arched an eyebrow. Cassandra covered her mouth as she laughed. "Jonathan..." Her blush was back. But then it was right down to business. "Have you decided on a property?" Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen finding myself breakfast while Cassandra was barking orders into her own version of my Bluetooth earpiece. The instant I'd given her an address she'd launched into a flurry of activity. Taylor had already left for the morning, and I lounged on my couch, mumbling to myself of exactly which Lear jet I wanted to buy. There was a private, exclusive airfield in upstate New York I'd always wanted to be a part of. And then Cassandra returned back, hanging up her phone. "Okay, I'm going out to finish arrangements and change my clothes. You've got two hours." "Two hours until what?" Cassandra grinned at me. "You'll never believe how efficient this is going to be." ------- It is absolutely amazing how fast things can happen around you. The story about my unknown father and the massive inheritance had broken less than a week ago. Last Friday I'd woken up, comfortable in my own home and with no immediate plans to leave it. Now, I looked around and saw almost nothing but brown moving boxes. I was even sitting on one of the boxes, all my chairs packed away already. I simply sat and waited out the chaos, unwilling to leave while everything I owned was being handled by professional movers. Cassandra was the field marshal, half muttering into her phone's earpiece and half yelling at the movers as she marched around supervising the dozens of people handling my move. Some were in my apartment; some were shuttling down and back from the moving truck, everyone in a big hurry. I didn't quite see the rush, myself. After all, I'd only picked out my new place this morning. And yet my bed was being dismantled before my very eyes. I guess I didn't live in a world of escrow or inspections. When Jonathan Kwong, billionaire, bought a place, it was time to move. Then again, I was Jonathan Kwong... billionaire. This was MY life. "Wait, wait, wait!" I sputtered angrily. "Yes, sir?" Cassandra immediately was at the ready before me. For once, I didn't try to correct her. "This is just all moving so fast. Am I really moving out of my apartment tonight?" "Technically, we'll be ready to move you in about an hour. I've already cleared it with your new address. You'll be able to sleep in your new bed in two hours if you wish." "And if I don't wish. If I wanted to unpack everything and call the whole thing off." "That is your prerogative, sir. I will remind you of the security concerns and the requirement of available space for your staff. I wouldn't recommend staying here forever. There's no point in continuing to pay Manhattan rent prices. Still, the choice is yours. Do you wish me to stop?" I sighed and thought about it. "No, no I suppose not. I'll just have to get used to my new... situation." "No offense, Jonathan. I wouldn't mind being in your situation." And she flashed me a wicked smile. At least Cassandra wasn't in her professional business suit anymore. With a little more of a rough and tumble day, she had a long-sleeved cotton top and jeans so tight she had to have been sewn into the denim. The casual dress and comfortable ponytail might have softened her all-business image if it weren't for the way she'd been stomping around coldly giving commands into her headset. "I wonder what you would do in my situation... Tell you what, I'm not exactly putting you into my situation. But I feel like I just don't understand all this just yet. So here's what I'm going to do." I got up, heading for my zip-up sweater and my keys. "You're in charge. Make any decision you want on my behalf. Arrange furniture, decoration ideas, whatever. I'm going for a walk and I'll meet you back here at... at 4pm. I'll say goodbye to my apartment and then we'll head over to 5th Avenue." "Of course, sir." Moments like this were all business. The "sir" suddenly seemed appropriate. It felt good to just take charge and bark out my own orders. "And might I add, sir, I think you're finally getting the idea." "I'll see you in a few hours. I'll take the car and remind the driver to bring me back on time." And with my wallet and keys, I was out. Now the really hard part. I had to call my mom and tell her my new address. ------- "Where to, sir?" I leaned back into the plushy softness of the ultra-luxury Maybach 62 sedan and thought about it for a moment. "I need to do some shopping. Some really, really out of control shopping. And I'm starting with the biggest TV I can find." "I know just the place, sir." And so the driver pulled out into traffic. Meanwhile, I thumbed open my phone and put in my fancy earpiece. I found my mom's number and hit the TALK button. Thirty minutes later, the car was idling against the curb while I desperately attempted to get off the phone with my mother. "Goodbye, mom." I then twiddled my thumbs for another two minutes listening to her more urgently blister advice into my ears before I tried again, "Goodbye, mom." Now under the latest urgent assault, I reclined my seat, letting the footrest come up and support me while I lay almost flat in the back of this car. I sighed... All the money in the world and I still can't get off the phone. ------- By 4:30pm I was back in the same position, reclined all the way back in the backseat. Only this time, the trunk was full with several bags of clothing I never would have paid the money for in my previous life. My new ultra-sound-blocker headphones were wiring a full library of tunes into my ultra-mp3-playing-cell- phone. The flashy diamond-encrusted watch was a heavy dead weight on my wrist. And even though the Maybach windows were perfectly tinted, my new oversized sunglasses provided that extra level of protection against ANYONE seeing my eyeballs. Okay, so I was a half-hour late. But I was the boss. What could Cassandra do, fire me? It's a good thing I was able to schedule most of the rest of my shopping for delivery to my new pad. Otherwise I'd never be able to fit everything into this car and I would have been even later. Damn I loved black credit cards. And best of all, I had the brand-new AWESOME wardrobe to suitably impress my date for tonight. That was the one big thing missing. I was all alone in this backseat. But that would soon change. I had youth, good looks, and a ton of money. Soon I would have love. Of course, life doesn't turn out all nice and tidy like that, does it? ------- I'd been standing in my bedroom for at least five minutes, at least, what was left of my bedroom. I'd painted the walls four years ago when I moved in. Now, everything was stark white, smelling of fresh paint, and ready for sale on the open market. Not a stick of furniture was left... my home was now nothing but an empty shell. The full-length mirror was built into my closet. And now I stood there, not liking what I saw in the reflection. I didn't like the ME I saw. Cassandra had complimented me on my clothes when I arrived. She had shown impeccable taste for the few days I'd known her, and she was blunt enough to tell me if I'd made a serious fashion error. But even if it looked good, the style still wasn't... ME. The jacket, the blinged-out watch, the hideously expensive and thoroughly useless fabrics. Whether you can afford it or not, a $200 shirt is a $200 waste of fabric and space if you don't really, really want to wear it. The fancy new penthouse apartment. The expensive car. All very luxury. But was it me? I didn't want to be THAT guy. I wanted to be Jonathan. True, Jonathan with a larger bank account that usual, but still Jonathan. Cassandra had been standing off to the side, waiting patiently for me and smart enough to stay silent and let me do my thing. I finally turned and strode quickly for the front door. Cassandra fell in to step right behind me. "Okay, we're done here." Once we got to the elevator, I'd figured out my plan. Cassandra already had her stylus and Blackberry ready to take notes before I began speaking. "Two, no... three things. First, I want my wardrobe found and put into my room first thing. I'm going to have to change clothes. Second, cancel my dinner reservations for tonight. We're not going there anymore. And third, I need to borrow a car. Er, rent a car, whatever." "Yes, sir. Do you need me to make other dinner reservations?" "No." "And what kind of car would you like? I'm assuming you don't want the driver to take you somewhere." Her questions were efficient and unobtrusive. "Correct. Just a Ford or something. A simple sedan." "I see. Might I point out that your driver's license is expired. And I don't believe you've been behind the wheel since college." Crap. I looked at my feet. The elevator doors opened into the lobby and gave me a few extra seconds to think. Cassandra held her tongue and waited until we both got back into the Maybach and started our drive over to 5th Avenue. "You know, never mind. I'll get a cab." Given my newfound financial status, I'm sure Cassandra would be questioning what was going through my mind. She may even have already guessed, given her level of competence. But she kept her mouth shut. I liked her more and more every day. We were going to have a great working relationship. Just a few minutes later, I was standing in a fully furnished apartment, modern luxury all around me. I couldn't wait until the 82-inch LCD arrived... both of them. And the sunset over Central Park was gorgeous. But first, there were two people standing at attention in my foyer. Cassandra did the honors. She first introduced me into a distinguished gentleman in his early sixties, dressed in a well-pressed tuxedo. "This is Edward Shaw, your butler. From now on he can say 'Can I help you?' at the door. And he makes the absolute best martinis you could ask for." I shook his hand and thanked him for his service. I wasn't quite sure how to react. Cassandra had mentioned the word 'staff' many times, but I never gave it much thought. My first butler. A live-in human being... serving me? Next Cassandra brought me to a well-dressed woman, likely in her late fifties but her body was in good condition for her age and she moved gracefully. "And this is Edward's wife, Dorothy. She'll take care of the housekeeping and is your personal chef. I'm sure with time she'll not only learn to make your favorite dishes but introduce you to new favorites as well." I stepped forward and shook her hand as well. "The Shaws' previous employer died about three months ago. They come highly recommended by Mr. Rubenstein. And their room is just down that hallway." Cassandra pointed off to the left. "And my room is just across the hall from theirs," she finished. That comment brought me up short. "You're staying here, too?" "Of course. I'm here to assist you... any way I can." And at that last comment, Cassandra gave me a flirty giggle and then turned, heading towards the rest of the apartment. I shook my head with a little chuckle underneath my breath. As far as I could tell, that was the first overt thing she'd ever said to me. It felt nice to know that she was feeling more comfortable and more personable around me. If she was going to be my personal assistant, she was going to have to loosen up a bit. Cassandra gave me the dime tour. Much of the original furniture that had been present when we toured the house was now gone, replaced by a more modern design with lots of chrome, black leather, and square angles. Much more masculine while remaining New York chic, suitable for a bachelor like me. I'd also be keeping my shoes on more. American servants just wouldn't look right in uniforms with no shoes. My mom might pitch a fit, but I could handle her. Cassandra then led me further into the place. I didn't just have a bedroom. I had 'private quarters'. It was practically my own apartment inside of a home. There was a spacious private lounge with its own views of Central Park. And then, my bedroom itself was absolutely huge. Upon seeing my new bed I instantly jumped on to enjoy the heavenly plushness. And after enjoying the experience like a five- year-old boy, I jumped off and followed Cassandra into my garishly oversized walk-in closet. My wardrobe was already completely unpacked and organized for me. Cassandra pointed out where everything was, and then made her exit to let me change. I spent over an hour prepping, the longest I'd ever taken in my life. Seriously, most of the time I just threw something on and winged it for the date. But this one, Nicole, I really liked. And my situation was so weird that I found myself overthinking how to come across as 'casual' while feeling anything but casual inside. When I finally emerged, Cassandra gave me the once over like a concerned mother hen. She even reached to my head and tousled my hair a bit with her hands to give me a better 'relaxed' look. "You'll be fine," she reassured me. Just before I left, she had a serious look in her eye. "If you wish to 'entertain' any guests, trust that we will of course be quite discreet." ------- Less than a second after I knocked, the door swung open. "Hi." I arrived simply, a bouquet of garden flowers in my hand, dressed casually in my simple jeans, a button down, and a blazer. God, she was gorgeous. Nicole's soft hazel eyes went wide and then tightened in a momentary panic. "Oh, crap. I really overdressed." And she did. I let my gaze start at the bottom and move its way up: Expensive, fragile heels; a shimmering red cocktail dress; lots of jewelry, and her hair expertly coiffed up into an elegant pile atop her head. "I'd been expecting some fancy dinner." My heart sank about three miles in half a second. I remembered she'd joked about the 'fancy dinner', but I'd talked myself out of taking that route. "Uh, disappointed?" "Oh, no! No!" And then Nicole's laugh made absolutely everything in the world much better. "I had been sooooo nervous. I mean, I know it's just a first date and we barely know each other and no I've never been on a really fancy first date but oh, not that I want to, and actually, I'm relieved." She paused to catch her breath, not realizing that she'd been rambling. "Really, I'm relieved. It's not every day that a billionaire asks you out on a date and I'd been kinda freaking out about it." "It's just me, John. Just the cute guy you met in the elevator, remember?" "Yeah, I remember." Nicole's smile easily lit up the entire room. "But oh, uh, hang on a second, I should go change." "No!" I interrupted. "Please don't. You... you're... you're just so gorgeous right now." "Really?" She seemed so relieved and incredibly nervous. I wondered for the hundredth time how such a pretty girl had gotten through life not knowing how gorgeous she was and inheriting the self-confidence (or at least façade of confidence) that came with such a physical beauty. "Come on." I smiled a reached out my hand. She took it and I took advantage of the position to pull her to me suddenly, causing her to gasp until I stopped her with a hand at her waist just inches in front of my face. "Let's get something out the way," I said. "I really, really like you. I want this to go right. And I don't want to put any pressure on you. So don't worry about it. I'm a sure thing." Worry was still on her face for another moment, and I moved in. My mouth went most of the way to hers, but not all the way. And only a split-second later, Nicole closed the gap and captured my lips with her own. Our first kiss. She was sweeter than I imagined, and she was wearing some perfume that was driving me crazy. And when we finally broke, I started pulling her out into the hallway. "We should go. You keep letting me kiss you and we'll never get this date started." We rode the elevator downstairs. Now most people probably don't hold hands on the first date, but Nicole wasn't about to let go of me. And right where I'd left it ten minutes earlier was the random cab I picked up on 5th Avenue. "You got a cab!" she giggled. She turned to me, covering her mouth with her hand but I could clearly see the smile in her eyes. "Don't think I haven't seen you in that limo from time to time." I just opened the cab door and bowed. "Milady." She held my hand for support as she swung onto the seat, and I soon followed. And before we knew it, the cab was pulling up to the curb in front of McDonald's, per my instructions. Nicole's mouth gaped open. "You're seriously taking me to McDonald's." I leaned in and set my chin on her shoulder. "Big fancy dinner from New York's newest billionaire... That's what you said." And with a completely straight face I added, "I bought the restaurant just so I could take you here." Nicole's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, not sure whether to think I was crazy or pulling her chain. "You ARE joking, aren't you?" Suddenly, I lost my composure and my ability to maintain a straight face. A loud belly laugh exploded out of me as I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Yes! Yes!" I laughed while Nicole got humorously angry and started tickling me. "Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop!" I cried. "Ugh... you ALMOST had me. Getting me all dolled up for you, with these shoes that hurt like hell, and then going into a McDonald's? I thought I was fourteen again." "Okay, now seriously. What kind of food do you like?" I held both her hands in mine, holding them up between our chests. It felt so natural to feel this close to her. "What, you haven't already picked out a place?" "Oh, it's not that. I've picked out and made reservations at five places. Didn't want to take you to... Italian, for example, and have it turn out you didn't like Italian." "You really thought this through, didn't you?" "Absolutely. Things may not go perfect, but I'll do what I can. I just want you to feel comfortable with me. Like I said, I really, really like you and I really, really want this date to go well." Nicole held up our hands joined together, turning them so that the back of my right hand rested against her right cheek. "You're really something special, you know that?" "Hey, I'm just an ordinary guy hoping to get lucky." "You're wrong." "What?" "You're so much more than an ordinary guy." And then she kissed me again. She kissed me with so much feeling I felt like lightning bolts were shooting straight into my skull, in a good way. She kissed me with so much passion that my world shrank down to the diameter of this cab, nothing existing except for me and her. And if lightning really did strike me now, I would still die happy. "I'm never going to get you to dinner, am I?" I wondered when we eventually pulled apart. "That depends, any more tricks up your sleeves?" "No. Just pick a food and we'll be on our way." "Okay... let's go." Nicole's eyes flashed down and a guilty grin spread across her face. "Besides, I'll have to get you somewhere in public where I can keep my hands off you for a few minutes. At least that way I might actually learn the history of this man I'm falling for instead of just wishing I could fuck you right here." "Oh, damn. Forget dinner then." "No!" she hit my shoulder. "Sometimes it really is about the journey, not the destination. Let's go have a great first date." ------- We had a great first date. Our food got cold and neither of us ate much. We were too busy talking. And giving each other light touches on the arm or with our feet underneath the table. I felt like I was a giddy teenager once again. She got the lowdown on my mom and Jonathan Kendall. She found out I was 27- years-old and if the whole Kendall thing hadn't happened, I might have made it big as a Finance guru on Wall Street in a short time. I found out she came from a sheltered, small town in Connecticut and just recently graduated from an all-girls private college. And now she was just a 22- year-old young woman hired by an Auditing firm right out of school and completely overwhelmed by the experience of New York City. Her story answered a lot of my questions about the pretty girl with the very un-New York attitude. It just made me want to protect her so much more. I hadn't dated a 22- year-old since I was 22. There was only one hiccup in the whole evening. We were getting into a cab after dinner when I heard a woman gasp, "Is that... is that Jonathan Kwong?" It was everything I could do to not react. Nicole glanced over for a half-second. But then a second woman said in an authoritative tone, "Nah, couldn't be. Jonathan Kwong wouldn't be taking a cab." Once out of sight, I grinned and then our driver took us back to Nicole's apartment building. Originally I'd planned to go for a walk on a nice evening, but something in Nicole's eyes pleaded to finally get somewhere private. We headed back up the elevator, tension thick in the air between us. We weren't holding hands. We weren't even really looking at each other really. I figured we were both just counting the seconds until we arrived at her door and rehearsing what we would say to each other. I knew this had to be a 'no pressure' first date. Apart from my opening kisses, we'd remained relatively platonic throughout the evening. So I'd resigned myself to returning home alone tonight. And so, when we arrived at her door, I held her hand and began by saying, "Nicole, I had a wonderful time toni-" Then she interrupted me by saying the words every man wants to hear in his life. "Would you like to come in?" I smiled, simultaneously happy to go in and terrified that I wouldn't be able to control my desire for her. The skimpy red dress had been revealing luscious curves and silky skin all night. "Sure. You never finished your story about what your Aunt said at that Christmas party." Nicole took one big step closer to me, penetrating my personal space until she was looking up at me with her chest pressed up against me. "No... I mean, would you like to come in?" There was no mistaking the husky innuendo in her voice. My heart and loins spoke up before my brain could catch up. "Absolutely." Ten seconds later we were inside Nicole's bedroom, both the front door and her bedroom door shut and locked. We fell onto her bed, holding each other tight as our mouths found each other and the full-on makeout sessions began. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I was as aroused as I'd ever been in my life. And yet there was no rush. The mental high of first love, if I could call it that, was more than enough to sate my lust. Lust of my heart, not my loins. We kissed endlessly, the way kissing had felt when I first experienced it so many years ago. It was such a thrill that I didn't even think about sex. Holding Nicole in my arms as we made love with our mouths was more than enough for me. And it was enough for Nicole, at least for a little while. And then suddenly it wasn't good enough anymore. With a growl, she suddenly spun us around until I was flat on my back and she was straddling my hips. Her skirt had become bunched up around her hips, revealing a black satin thong. I'd been wondering if she even had panties for a minute when I couldn't find a panty-line before dinner. But the thong didn't disappoint me, even though it was the only thing preventing her bare pussy from grinding directly atop the bulge in my jeans. Her hands were tugging at my shirt, unbuttoning as fast as her slightly uncoordinated and very rushed fingers could go. Once she got the buttons undone I tried to help out by sitting up and shedding both my blazer and the button-down. And then her fingers were clawing at my pecs beneath my undershirt. She kissed me again while tugging at the hem of my undershirt until it was trapped only at my arms, and then she broke our liplock long enough to whip the offending garment over my head. "No fair, I'm topless and you're not," I complained wryly. Nicole's grin flashed in front of me. She sat up while I sank my head back into her pillows, enjoying the view as Nicole slid the straps of her dress of her shoulders and then peeled the red material down, revealing a very thin, strapless black satin bra to match her panties. From the slight bulge of flesh over the tops of her bra cups, I saw that her breasts were bigger than I'd thought. As a lifelong 'tits' man, I could feel my libido spike even further. And then I was seeing much more of them as the bra went flying off into a corner of the room. I tried to resist my impulse to devour her breasts right then and there. They were so pretty, just like her. Maybe not as big as Taylor's, but the shape to them was absolutely amazingly firm and soft at the same time. While I stared in a daze, Nicole pulled out the various fasteners holding her light brown hair up, and the long locks fell down behind her shoulders. I was able to glance up for just a moment, gazing upon Nicole's perfect 'fuck me' look at this moment. And then I lost control over my impulses. I lunged up, throwing Nicole off balance as I attacked her chest. Almost violently, I lifted and positioned her body until she was flat on her back, head pointed away towards the foot of the bed. I took two minutes to worship her breasts with my tongue, still pointy and firm even with her laying back. My hands, however, were busy tugging at her dress, careful not to damage it while I pulled it and her thong past her hips and then along her legs until I could fling them away to join her bra somewhere far far away. And now I had an angel in my arms. I paused then, for a very long time. Time simply slowed down for me as mentally I settled back down into a feeling of passionate love for this woman, overriding the physical lust inside of me. "You are beautiful." She just gave me a shy smile. "Really?" I smiled right back at her. "Really, really." And I slid my hands, my palms so hot with excitement, down across her thighs and then back up, massaging as I went. "Now just lay back and let me love you." She giggled when I got down between her legs, my face hovering over her steaming pussy, neatly trimmed fuzz promising to be quite gentle against my tongue. I got a double whiff of her perfume mixed with musky feminine arousal. I smiled at the thought of the perfume down there. Nicole had obviously placed it there expecting me. I thought back to an old saying. A guy always wonders whether or not he's going to get lucky tonight. The girl already knows. Well, now I knew. So, eager to get things started, I extended my tongue out and made a new wet trail from the bottom of her folds all the way up and across her tight little clit. Nicole shivered and tensed up for just a moment before relaxing and then spreading her legs farther apart for me. I could see the folds of her pussy opening like a blooming flower before my very eyes. And so I dove back in. Using just my tongue, I licked and caressed, pulling every trick I knew in the book. With previous girlfriends, I might hold back just a little bit. No sense in getting her addicted to your best RIGHT at the beginning. Otherwise everything else is just a let down. But I wanted to get this first time SO right. And so with the blood pounding in my ears and my hormones screaming at me to climb on top and empty my balls into her, I forced myself to slow down and be gentle. So, the touch of my tongue was feather light. My pace was agonizingly slow. I was teasing her, and we both knew it. After five minutes Nicole cursed, "Dammit, John. You're pretty good at that." Then she picked up her head and looked at me. "You're not as good as my last girlfriend, but you're pretty good." I picked my head up in surprise at that comment. She just smiled. "All-women's college, remember? I'll tell you about it sometime. And I'll let you finish some other time as well. But right now?" Nicole paused and fixed me with a glare. "STOP FUCKING TEASING ME!" I hesitated one moment too long. Nicole sat up and started pulling on my arms. "Get up here and make love to me, please..." she moaned as she got my hips into position between her legs. I cradled her head in both my hands as my cock simply glided into place of its own accord. My mushroom head was seated in her folds, a half-inch into her. She looked up, eyes wide open as her gaze was mirrored right back in my own. "Nicole... I..." I wanted to say 'I love you', but my head popped in for the briefest of moments to warn me. "Shh..." she said, reading my mind. "It's too early for anything like that. But I appreciate the sentiment." And then she pulled my head down for a kiss. And as my head lowered, so did my hips. Nicole whimpered into my mouth as my battering ram parted her folds and the thick shaft burrowed into her body. I got almost all the way in without much effort, then had to press to get the last two inches in. And then we were joined. "Ughh..." I groaned, reveling in the glorious sensation. I pulled back my head so I could see her face clearly. "Ohhh..." Nicole moaned, her mouth open and her forehead sweating a bit, but she held my gaze as I moved in and out of her body. "It's so hot..." And so for a long, long time we held each other, barely blinking, our faces reflecting the myriad sensations and pleasures coursing through both of our bodies. So focused on watching her, I was lasting quite a while without trying to prevent my orgasm. Nicole on the other hand, seemed to be soaking up every pleasure as if it were all brand new to her. Twice, she closed her eyes and arched her back, gasping for breath as little orgasms shuddered through her body, clutching me close during her moments of greatest joy. But when I saw her eyes tightening for her third, I felt my own strength beginning to waver while at the same time an instinctual part of me began forcing a faster tempo. She read the new expression in my face, smiling with satisfaction before suddenly her eyes flew wide open. "Don't cum in me," she hissed. "I'm not protected." Inwardly I groaned, but I had enough mental fortitude to nod my agreement. And I watched as Nicole's focus shifted from enjoying the pleasure into a slight fear. Fortunately, I was already pretty close, so she wouldn't have to endure much more. And after a few more short thrusts, I pulled out and leaned over her nude body. Nicole's eyes lit up, fascinated by what she saw as I jerked my cock a few times and then roared as the first jet of sperm flew out of me to splatter across her left breast. Nicole giggled in the middle of my orgasm as I fired two more shots right into the valley of her cleavage. And then I leaned forward and pumped out the rest at closer range right onto her fair skin. When I was done, I collapsed onto the bed next to her. I watched as she dipped a finger into the pool of jizz I left on her chest, and then tasted it experimentally. "Hmm, it really is salty. But it's not a bad taste," she remarked. She turned to me. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." And Nicole slid out of bed, careful not to splash my cum everywhere as she hurried into her bathroom. And a minute later, she'd cleaned up and returned to climb her naked body next to mine and cuddle herself against me. "Thank you, John." "I should be thanking you." "No, I mean it. I always had hoped my first time would feel this special." First time-... what? "Uh, excuse me?" I asked, stupidly. I hadn't felt a hymen or anything. First time? She leaned in and pecked me. "My first time having real sex... with a man at least. My RA took my cherry with a dildo during my freshman year." From shy beauty before, Nicole had become absolutely bubbly in the aftermath of our lovemaking. "I couldn't believe I got that whole thing in me. And it was so hot and throbbing. I swear I could feel your pulse through your dick." Meanwhile, I was still half in shock. "You, you're the first man I ever got intimate with. I mean, I've wanted to. Really, I AM into guys. But the selection isn't that good at a women's college and I'm usually very picky." "Uh, 'usually'?" I was barely keeping up and feeling slightly chagrined. "Hey! That's not what I meant. It's just... you felt so... right, for me." Nicole finally slowed down and rested her head on my chest, taking a long breather to just enjoy hugging me. "From the moment I saw you, the guy having Chinese food delivered and awkwardly trying to cope with the idea that his face was on TV. I never thought anything remotely like love at first sight was possible. And yet, here we are." She snuggled in closer and tucked her head lower on my chest, bringing her gaze down towards my crotch. She reached out and fingered my limp penis. "And this is what did it. The first male organ inside of me. And... oh! I'm so sorry!" She turned and looked at me apologetically. With her wide-eyed innocent expression and chatterbox hyper-rambling, Nicole seemed a lot younger than her 22 years right now. "I'm sorry I made you pull out! I promise I'll get on the pill soon. I'd even already set a doctor's appointment for next Tuesday. I just wasn't expecting all this and since I'd never, well, had sex then there was no need for me to-" "Shh..." I gently tried to calm her down and stroked her hair back against her scalp. "I wasn't complaining, so there's no need to apologize." "Well, at least I got to see you cum." Nicole turned her head back into a snuggling position and resumed playing with my penis. "That was really sooo cool. I'd always wanted to see it and I'd always wanted to taste it." And then suddenly Nicole picked her head up and she was looking down at me with an excited expression on her face. "Can I blow you? I've always wanted to give a blowjob. Teach me, please?" I half-elevated myself onto my elbows. "Well, I suppose..." I trailed off as Nicole's hand was suddenly in my crotch. And then the bubbly girl was gone as Nicole's eyes narrowed, replaced by a sensuous woman who was stalking her prey. "John..." she cooed. "I'm going to put you into my mouth. And then I'm going to suck you until you cum." And then she planted her tongue into the back of my throat. Two minutes later, I was out of breath and Nicole was sliding herself down my body until her head hovered above my half-hard erection. "I'm going to let you cum in my mouth, and I'll let you watch as I swallow it." Nicole leaned down and licked my cock from base to crown. She stopped and giggled at the first time she'd ever kissed a dick in her life. And then her seductress face was back. "Tonight is for firsts. I thank you for making love to me and letting me try out my novice blowjob skills on you. But tomorrow..." she leaned down and gave another long lick on my now fully hard cock. "Tomorrow morning you're going to fuck the shit out of me." ------- Part 2: The Media SATURDAY Last night's blowjob had been alright. Nicole was enthusiastic, but clearly she was a novice. I spent half the time trying to avoid her teeth. And when I came, despite my warning, she choked and wasn't able to swallow anything. But if at first you don't succeed... And so I awoke this morning to find Nicole's head bobbing up and down my morning wood. She smiled around my cock and then went back to focusing on me. For some reason... she was a LOT better this time around. No teeth, great suction, and now she was getting her hands into the pumping motion. Three minutes later, I was clutching her head in my hands and I moaned in warning, "Nicole!!!" She was prepared this time, and as the first jet hit the back of her throat she was swallowing quickly. When we were done, this vivacious young woman was leaning over me and kissing me hello. I could taste the slight saltiness in her mouth, but she had to deal with my morning breath, which I'm sure tasted a hell of a lot worse. "Good morning!" she bubbled. And I held her close in my arms. We lay there, enjoying the warmth of the bed for several long minutes and saying nothing. The only sounds were purrs of contentment from both of us. And just when it seemed like we would finally wake up and get started with our days, Nicole picked her head up and stared at me, her hazel eyes bright and sharp at the same time. "I have to warn you... I'm really falling for you..." I smiled and kissed her nose while stroking her hair. "The feeling is mutual." She pressed her lips to mine again happily, and then rolled off to the side, stretching out. "Isn't saying that supposed to be the fastest thing that kills a relationship? Frightening people away?" "Ordinarily, I'd agree with you. But that's only if your feelings are stronger than they can handle, or if the sentiment is not returned." I turned and held her once again, this time with my head on her chest. "But my feelings are just as strong as yours, I think." "I never knew falling in love would ACTUALLY feel this great." "Me, neither..." I sighed. Alas, all good things must come to an end. And so after Nicole fixed us a quick breakfast, it was time I should go. I'd called my driver to come get me. And when he called up to let me know he was out front, I kissed Nicole goodbye. "I'll call you tonight." "Promise?" "Absolutely." I floated on Cloud 9 the whole way back to my new apartment. ------- Cassandra greeted me when I arrived home. "Good morning, Jonathan." Ooh, I loved her Aussie accent when she said my name. I smiled back at her and then headed to my room to clean up. My butler and housekeeper, Edward and Dorothy, were in the kitchen, and they nodded to me in greetings as I passed. It was going to take me a while to get used to having live-in staff in my home. Fortunately, my personal quarters were spacious enough to live in if I wanted privacy. Heck, my bedroom alone was almost as big as my old apartment had been. And as I wandered around this place I'd only seen last night, I felt like I was in a luxurious hotel, not my own bedroom. As I basked in the warm torrent of water pouring out of the multiple shower heads surrounding my body, I thought back on my life. I was enjoying the most heavenly shower I'd ever felt in my life. I had a palace for a home and more money than I could ever count or spend in my lifetime. I no longer had to work nor ever worry about financial security for the rest of my life. And best of all, I had a budding new relationship and the love of a pretty young woman. Everything in my life was absolutely perfect. All I had to do was accept and enjoy it, pursue whatever my heart desired for the rest of time. All the things I wanted to do before I turned 30, all the business ideas I didn't have the capital to put in motion, they were mine to pursue. I spent the rest of the day exploring my new home. Cassandra and I spent two hours talking about redecoration ideas. She'd done a marvelous job doing a mild redesign within the one day she had. But we could still come in, change paint colors, and add a few personal elements to really make the place mine. Dorothy made a fantastic lunch, and I invited all four of us to sit together and get to know one another. Edward and Dorothy made a very cute older couple, and seemed to have had a very long and happy marriage together. I found myself wondering if Nicole and I would end up like them. By the mid-afternoon, I wanted to relax and start planning my evening date with Nicole tonight. So I puttered around for an hour making romantic arrangements and ordering flowers and booking carriage rides. We'd done the simple dinner thing last night. Now I wanted to open things up. I was a billionaire now. I had to dream big. With money as no object, I could plan the most outrageous date possible. I made the phone calls myself. Sure, I could have had Cassandra make all the arrangements for me. But somehow asking a beautiful woman to plan a date for another woman just didn't seem right. Once I was done with my date planning, I wanted to chill out for a couple of hours. Within the area of my private quarters was a separate sitting room, my own little entertainment center if you will, which I continually referred to as my private lounge. And so clad in my boxers and a plush bathrobe, I sunk into the comfort of my overstuffed new couch and grabbed the remote. While I flipped through the channels on my new huge screen TV, I hit the intercom and asked if Dorothy could make me a smoothie. "With pleasure, sir," the sweet woman replied. I could get to like this life. As I scrolled down the channel guide, one entry caught my attention. It was the Weekend Edition of Celebrity Sightings. On impulse I hit SELECT and let my brain turn itself off as the latest Brangelina sighting was reported in breathless detail by a familiar young anchorwoman. Two minutes later, the next segment came on. "Oh, they did NOT," I blurted. But of course, they did. And I should have expected it. This time, the photo was of Taylor and me walking down the street together on Thursday, followed by a montage of other shots at different apartment buildings. The female reporter gushed about how the new 'it' couple of Manhattan, Jonathan Kwong and Taylor Brynn, were house hunting together. They made it seem like we were a deeply intimate couple, all alone. Our real estate agent and Cassandra, of course, weren't in any of the photos. I just stared mutely at the screen, the next segment moved on to show Taylor and I having sushi together while Taylor was patting my back. I remembered how I'd been choking a bit after a particularly racy comment she'd made. But the still photograph made it look like she was caressing me. The next photo had Taylor leaving my building on Friday morning while the anchorwoman gushed about how Taylor had spent another intimate night with me... "... and then leaving yesterday morning." But the juicy part was still to come. "And THEN... later that same night, we found Jonathan Kwong out on the town with a new leading lady." The next series of photos showed me helping Nicole into a cab outside her apartment building and then our dinner at a romantic Italian eatery. Somewhere in New York, a woman was yelling to her friend "I TOLD you that was Jonathan Kwong!" The final shot was of me getting into my Maybach just this morning. "Why would a man of Jonathan's financial means be taking a cab on a date? Perhaps he was trying to sneak out without being noticed?" The anchorwoman continued, "Now Jonathan Kwong leaving this apartment building in the morning would not ordinarily be considered unusual. After all, this is where he made his home for the past four years. But our sources have confirmed that Jonathan Kwong moved OUT of the building earlier in the day, his apartment left clean and empty for re-rental. We can only assume Jonathan spent the night with a woman we have now confirmed as Nicole Gellar, an accountant with a Wall Street Consulting firm." The program then zoomed in to a close-up of Nicole's face from one of our date photos and lined it up with her yearbook picture from college. I couldn't watch any more and turned the TV off before dropping the remote onto the floor. Oh, hell. My perfect life was going to be a lot more complicated than I expected. ------- Twenty minutes later, I sat on my couch, in my own private sanctuary, still in numb shock. The Celebrity Sightings report was replaying over and over in my mind. From the house hunting with Taylor to her departure in the morning. This was followed by my date with Nicole and the cab and my spending the night at Nicole's. It's not every day that you find your face in the news, and yet this was the third different time in eight days. I couldn't believe the splashy details of my personal life were being aired for the whole country to see. People already thought I was dating Taylor. Now people would be thinking I was buying an apartment for Taylor and me and then cheating on Taylor with Nicole. Nicole. I had to talk to her. I had to let her know how much I cared about her, no matter how awkward the celebrity gossips might make things look. Taylor wouldn't give a shit. If anything, the free exposure would be good for her career. But I had the sinking feeling that Nicole wasn't going to react in quite the same way. I didn't even really care how the story might affect my reputation. All that mattered was how Nicole reacted. So I reached for my phone. But hell, what was I going to say? And so I was sitting there with the phone in my hands when the knock came at the door. "Yeah..." I growled. Cassandra came in, a concerned look on her face. The Bluetooth earpiece was on her ear, and she was just now removing it and dropping it into a pocket. "I just heard." Her accent made her seem so softly sympathetic and alluring at the same time. Without another word she came and sat next to me on the couch. "You okay?" Her presence was calming. We may not have known each other very long; but she was a familiar face and that was enough, given the state I was in. After a minute, I composed myself a little better and turned back to her. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I should call Nicole, though." Cassandra nodded, and then put her hand onto my shoulder reassuringly. "If you ever need to talk, just let me know." I nodded back. She waited another few moments, scanning my expression with concern, and then she got up and left the room. I turned back to the phone. The extra moments had allowed me to get over my shock, and I was thankful to Cassandra for that. Dialing through my phone's menus, I quickly got to Nicole's number in my address book and hit TALK. If I could just talk to her, everything would be alright. But of course, I got the busy signal on her phone. Crap. Two minutes later I tried again. Still busy. Frustrated, I threw the phone down again. A second later, I picked it up again. This time I was dialing my driver. "I need you downstairs in thirty seconds." ------- My new apartment building had a private garage, so I never would have to worry about photographers entering and exiting my own home. My old apartment building? That could potentially be a different story. I lucked out in that there were no paparazzi hanging around outside my old building when I arrived. I didn't know whether to feel relieved or insulted. At the very least, the Maybach would eventually attract attention, so I told the driver to park around the corner and I'd call him later. Building security just nodded to me as I hit the elevator. I was sure they knew I didn't live there anymore, but they didn't seem to care. One of the guards even gave me a knowing wink, thinking I was going upstairs to get laid. Nicole didn't exactly react the same way when she opened the door. "John!" she exclaimed. At first she moved forward and opened her arms to fling them around me in a cathartic hug. But then she stopped, closing her arms back together and then stepping backwards into her apartment. I followed and closed the door behind me. "I assume you've seen the show?" She nodded listlessly and then sat down at her couch, not looking at me. "I always do..." she replied in a melancholy tone. "When I first got here, I always watched Celebrity Sightings. It was like they weren't humans; they were these alien beings with the soap opera lives. It was good entertainment and it made me appreciate how normal my own life really was." I said nothing but moved to sit next to her. And to my absolute dismay, she shifted away from me on the couch. Tears started reforming in the corners of her eyes. I could already see the dried streaks from before. "Now I'm the alien." Still not knowing how to respond, I tried to change the conversation to something that would allow me to talk to her about our feelings, despite what was being said publicly about me. "I tried calling you right away. The line was busy." She turned to me, a gleam in her eye filled with ironic humor. "My mom called. Can you believe she actually asked if I was still a virgin?" "Nicole..." "I can't handle this, John." "What are you saying?" I moved forward to hug her, and this time she let me wrap her up in my arms. "John, I feel like I'm falling for you. But seriously, we've only been on ONE date. And I think we should stop this before it goes any further and we both end up really hurt." "Do you really want to stop?" I whispered in her ear while clutching her even tighter. "No," she wailed softly, a choking cry. "But I can't handle this." She began sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm a simple girl from a small town. I'm not a celebrity." "Maybe that's why I want to be with you." I whispered into the back of her head. I could feel the crushing pressure of knowing I was just moments away from losing this beautiful person from my life. And with the tightness of emotions, I thought I would start crying myself in a moment. "I want this so much, John. But we can't work." Even as she said this, she clutched me even tighter. "Why not? Come on, Nicole. It's just me. Just the awkward guy getting Chinese delivered. Just an ordinary guy you met in the elevator, remember?" "I want to believe that. But you're not just an ordinary guy. No matter what, you will always be Jonathan Kwong... New York's newest billionaire. And I will always be the girl who avoids the limelight. While other girls flirted and found boyfriends, I stayed home and studied. When they primped and preened to get noticed, I stayed in the background. But now... because I met you... my face is on national television. And I hate it..." "The tabloids will get over it in two days and move onto something else." "Just like you'll get over me in two days and move onto someone else." Nicole released our hug, pouting. I could feel her emotionally withdrawing. "What? No!" I desperately had to reconnect with her. Already she was backing away from me. "I swear to you Nicole, I have zero plans of moving on. In the middle of this whole thing, all the money and all the toys and all the perks, you were the brightest light in my heart." Despite my heartfelt words, I could sense my own impending doom. Her tone then became accusatory, "Then why were you with Taylor?" "I told you, we've been friends for years. I appreciated her input in picking out a new home. And that sushi dinner? I was choking and she was patting my back. The TV spins it however they want." I held her hands in my own and look deep into her eyes, now a brown storm. "Nicole, I'm here with you. I want to find a way to work this out." She slowly shook her head in my grasp, her eyes clamped tight and a frown barely held her from bawling in tears. "I can't... I'm sorry, but I can't... A client aggressively trying to flirt with me at work is one thing. Having photographers following me when I go to dinner is quite another. It's just... too much." "Nicole... please..." Suddenly, Nicole grabbed my head and pulled me to her, mashing her lips against mine, sobbing even as she kissed me. Something deep in my soul cried out in pain at the same time I started crying tears from my eyes. All the heartache and love Nicole had to give went into that kiss. And then Nicole pulled away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." And then she stepped away from me and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. I knew that was my cue to leave... ... Didn't mean I was walking away from her. I came to her bedroom door, finding it locked. "Nicole?" "Please... John... just go away." "Nicole..." I pleaded. "Go away..." she pleaded right back. I felt it best not to push her. "I'll call you." "No... just... please don't... I can't see you anymore." ------- I sat in the backseat of my car, oblivious as it wound its way very slowly through the crowded streets of the Upper East Side. Actually, I was pretty oblivious to everything. There was a buzzing noise somewhere around me. At first, I fumbled around as if searching for my alarm clock before realizing I was in a car. That's about when I noticed that the buzzing was coming from INSIDE my pants. Taylor was calling me. Growling in frustration, I answered the phone. "Yeah." "Johnny! I've got great news!" "Really," I answered with biting sarcasm. "I'm not having a very good afternoon." "Yes, yes." She didn't really hear me. "I got a new photo shoot! I'm going to Paris!" "Wait, what?" "Paris! I got a new photo shoot. Fashion Forward called me this morning and asked me to do a cover for them!" "Wow... That IS great." And I meant it. My voice didn't sound very perky, but as crappy as I felt at the moment, a part of me felt quite happy for Taylor. The magazine was huge in the modeling world and was the kind of thing that would establish a girl as a bonafide star. Taylor was a good friend and she was finally starting to make it big as a model. "Come with me," she said breathlessly. My mind blanked out at that point, not sure what to say. I'd been experiencing that feeling quite a lot in the last hour or so. "Wait, what?" "Come with me! Come to Paris. Get away from your life for a week. It's not like you can't afford it." She had a point. And at this moment of utter despair, a vacation sounded perfect. "Well..." "What's there to think about? A week with me in the most romantic city in the world. The City of Light. The City of Love. A week with me fucking you until you can't walk straight." Automatically I felt a stirring in my groin as I imagined taking her doggy-style at an open window with the Eiffel Tower in view. "A week away from the cameras, Johnny... A week away from Celebrity Sightings... Just you and me." And just like that I made my decision. "Taylor, I can't." A vacation was a wonderful idea. But the mention of Celebrity Sightings reminded me that everything I did with Taylor would end up, somehow, on network television in New York. Taylor and I might be halfway around the world, but people would find out eventually. And more specifically, Nicole would find out. "What?" She sounded completely shocked at my answer. "Why not?" "I just can't go. I've got other stuff I have to do." The fact was, a Celebrity Sightings report that New York's 'It' couple of Jonathan Kwong and Taylor Brynn jetted off for a weeklong fuck-session to Paris would pretty much kill my chances with Nicole, forever. "Oh, Johnny... come on. If you don't come I'm going to have to find some Parisian hunk to satisfy my urges." "What, like you wouldn't fuck a hot French dude if you ran into him in New York?" I could hear Taylor's smile through the phone. "Well..." "Have a great time, Taylor. Call me when you get back." After dropping the phone into the seat next to me, I lay my head back and sank another two inches down. Me and my stupid heart. First it wouldn't let me let go of my pain stemming from Nicole shutting me out. Then it wouldn't let me fly away and have wild sex for a week straight. I was feeling thoroughly depressed. The minibar then caught my attention, and I reached out to grab a tumbler and select an appropriate mind-number. Hell, no sense having a minibar in your car if you're not going to use it. And I wanted to drink so much I would forget my own name. Forget the name, forget my life, just forget everything for a little while. "Driver, I don't want to go home just yet. Let's go for a ride." ------- Cassandra was waiting for me when I got in the door. "Jonathan!" She stood up from the living room sofa and immediately walked over to me. Earlier in the day I was feeling depressed. Now, I was feeling depressed AND drunk. I guess I looked so pitiful that she didn't bother with a 'how are you doing?' or a 'what's wrong?' She simply reached out and hugged me in the middle of my foyer. She'd never hugged me before, but I wasn't about to comment on the non- professional action. Automatically, I felt myself sag into her embrace, a relief pouring over me that some other human being might understand what I was going through. She had to fight just a little to keep me upright in her grasp. I sagged just a little too much and after pounding several shots of toxic waste in the car, I was already rather trashed. After a minute or two of feeling her warm hug, she directed me back towards my private quarters. I staggered along, supported by Cassandra with my arm over her shoulders. She was surprisingly strong for such a slender woman. Finally, she got me onto my comfy couch in front of the big TV and I just let my head loll against the backrest. Somewhere off the side I heard her say, "Coffee... and make it strong" followed by the click of the intercom turning off. And then Cassandra was by my side once again. She had already cleaned herself up for bed. It made sense since it was past 11pm and I'd been 'riding' around New York for hours. She was clad in a satin silver pajama set, with long pants and a button-down blouse. But I don't think there was much underneath there as the blouse contoured against her very full breasts with the hint of her nipples. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her makeup gone and she smelled of shampoo and soap. It was a very pleasant smell, especially after the rancid taste of alcohol had been the last thing filling my nostrils. To top off the ensemble, a delicate pair of thin-frame glasses were perched on her nose. Like a concerned mother, she leaned over me and rubbed the top of my head while I half-focused on her face and half-drifted in drunken stupor. No words were spoken for a few minutes; none were needed. She was just there for me. Then Dorothy came in with a tray: small pot of coffee, little silver pouring cups for milk, cream, and sugar. Cassandra fixed it up for me and then held my back as I leaned over to start drinking. I managed a nod of approval, and then Dorothy left silently, closing the door behind her. I simply closed my eyes and returned to my coffee, holding it with both hands and letting the warm vapor steal their way into my nostrils. Once the caffeine started to percolate inside me, I managed to awake. At that point I realized that Cassandra was still with me, quietly supportive with eyes attentively watching. As if seeing her for the very first time, I managed a weak "Hey..." "Hey..." she murmured back, still stroking my back. Instinctively, I leaned towards her as if to kiss her. It just felt so comfortable being around her like this, as if she'd been a part of my life for many years. And then I realized what I was doing and pulled back suddenly. Even in my drunken state, I knew it wouldn't be proper. There was a flicker of disappointment in her eyes as she similarly backed away and sat up straight. At least I wanted to think it was disappointment. After a moment of just looking into my eyes, she fixed me with a concerned expression and said, "So I'm guessing things didn't go so well with Nicole?" "You would be guessing correctly." "I'm sorry..." And she really meant it. I saw in her eyes total acceptance. No judgment, just understanding and sympathy. And somehow, someway, I felt safe with her. That's when the waterworks opened up. I was crying, and the next thing I knew my head was buried against her shoulder as I sobbed without restraint. She just hugged my head against her, quietly cooing and whispering words I couldn't comprehend and yet understood. Cassandra held me patiently, waiting for me to let it all out. The warmth of her body was a soothing salve for the pain, and her arms cocooned me to shield the world away. I wasn't feeling happy, but I did feel better. She felt so comfortable that I actually started drifting off to sleep. When she noticed I'd been still for some time, she turned and whispered, "Let's get you to bed." She helped me up and I walked unsteadily towards the bedroom. But on the way, I tasted my own alcoholic breath mixed with the coffee. I detoured to the bathroom before realizing that she was still following me. "Thank you, Cassandra. For everything. But I'll be fine. You don't have to wait for me." She folded her arms beneath her breasts and leaned against the wall. "As long as you don't mind, Jonathan, I'd rather stay and make sure you get to sleep." I managed a smile and then turned to the sink. There was no self-consciousness as I brushed my teeth and washed my face. A full shower, however, would have to wait. I was just too damn tired. Cassandra held my hand as I staggered into the bedroom, shedding my clothes down to my boxer shorts as I went. She even pulled back the covers as I slid inside and promptly collapsed into an awkward sleeping position. And when she sat down on the mattress beside me, one hand on my head, I felt a calm peace wash over me. I had a guardian angel. The last thing I remembered, before sleep blanked out my consciousness, was rolling over and holding Cassandra's waist in my arms as my head pillowed against her side. And then I was off to enjoy my dreams. ------- SUNDAY I blinked and felt totally at peace. There was a dull ache in my head, familiar as the remnants of a mild hangover. But besides that thick cloud, I felt great. There was a happy energy flowing through every inch of my body. No wonder, I had a warm body snuggled up to me. Actually, I was spooned around behind her, my left arm snaking beneath her neck and clutching her tightly against me. Long, blonde hair smelled wonderful in my face, and the tight ass rubbing against my crotch felt even more wonderful. My right arm was wrapped over the top of her, and somehow my hand had slipped beneath the hem of her pajama top and I had a very full naked breast palmed into my hand. I felt a smile cross my lips as my fingers cupped at the round firmness, a nipple being teased to erection by the soft rubbing of my hand. It felt like the wonderful bliss of a happy morning after passionate lovemaking. Only... I couldn't remember the lovemaking part. Actually, I wasn't sure where I was or who I was with. Glancing around, the bedroom looked half-familiar. But I didn't know where I was. Whose place was this? The woman with me stirred a bit in her sleep, and my hand slipped out of her top while I turned to try and get my bearings, a momentary surge of panic welling up inside me. But then her head turned and I saw sweet Cassandra's face. And everything came back to me. For the first few days I had known Miss Cooper, my personal assistant, there had been nothing but cool, professional detachment between us. A part of me even resented her as a symbol of the radical changes that had been forced upon my life. But there had been a warm affection buried underneath that evidenced by the blush that came into her cheeks every time she called me 'Jonathan'. And now as I looked at her face, all I could see was Cassandra, a friend. Well, a gorgeous friend... a gorgeous friend with great tits that I'd just been fondling. And she was gorgeous friend who was now turning around, turning until her head was pillowed on my left shoulder, her face just inches from mine as she smiled in her half-awareness. Her left arm wrapped around my torso while her left leg came up and stretched across my hips. The position felt so intimate and comfortable. I couldn't help it. More to the point, I didn't want to stop myself. I leaned my head down and kissed her forehead. She just hummed and hugged herself closer to me. A moment later, her eyes slowly blinked their way open. And when she was able to focus, she found me looking right back at her. I could sense her feelings through those eyes. They were grey when she was serious and a light blue when she was happy. Those eyes were light blue now. Her lips met mine halfway as I experienced one of the softest kisses of my entire life. And when I let my neck rest as my head fell back against the pillow, she followed me down before snaking her tongue into my mouth. We lay in bed for the next ten minutes, just cuddling and kissing. It felt so natural and unhurried. My hands found their way underneath her pajama top once again as I stroked the sleek track of her spine, reveling in the sensations of her naked skin beneath my fingertips. The heat of our kisses started to increase, the flicker of passion stoking higher and higher until it had become a roaring fire. Cassandra gasped as I suddenly rolled us over until she was flat on her back and I was leaning over her, devouring her mouth with my own. We were suddenly both in a hurry, moving especially fast after the languid pace of our kissing had been. She was tugging at her own pajama pants, jerking them and her panties down while I similarly tried to get my shorts off. She got caught up for a moment around her knees when I couldn't get out of the way and my shorts got snagged on my feet. But then we finally flung the offending garments away and dove back into each other's arms. We were both naked from the waist down as I settled my hips between her legs. My elbows were planted on either side of her while I gazed right down into her eyes. No words had yet been spoken. None were needed. Her hand was wrapped around my erection and she tugged it forward, guiding me into place until the crown was nestled in her moist folds. And when she removed her hands to place them against my biceps, I pressed forward, both of us moaning as the shaft slowly burrowed its way deeply into her wet tunnel. Cassandra's long, lithe legs wrapped around my lower back, crossing her ankles and pulling me into her while her mouth gaped erotically into a silent scream. And after a minute, I had fully buried myself into her. We stayed there, just savoring the first moments of being so intimately joined to another person. Now that we'd achieved penetration, the slow, languid pace came back to us, urgency melting away like so much stress after a long day. And then our lips found each other once again. Now we were kissing like we'd done when we first woke up, only I was inside of her. And after a long bout of tongue wrestling, we broke for air and I backed up my head and backed up my rod simultaneously. She groaned as my body took up the familiar rhythm of lovemaking. In and out steadily, unrushed. Her hands came up and held my cheeks in wonder, watching the expressions contort my face. A wide smile spread across her face, in part because of the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body, but also partly from seeing the pleasurable sensations running through MY body. There was a laugh in her irises now as we enjoyed this physical intimacy and slowly screwed the morning away to our hearts content. Cassandra was still holding my head when the first waves of orgasm began to crest up and down her spine. Her eyes tightened and she arched her back off the bed, a truncated wail suddenly bursting forth as if she had not been expecting it. Expected or not, the reaction from her nether regions was immediate, her pussy muscles clamping down on me as she flooded our union with a heavy dose of girlcum to add additional lubrication to the mix. She looked so devastatingly sexy at that moment, and I had to see more. This whole time, her pajama blouse had remained buttoned up. Now as she panted in the aftermath of her first orgasm with me, I paused to slip the catches on every single button. I forced myself to slow down and perform methodically, lest I get frustrated and start ripping it off her. But at last every button was undone and I flung the blouse open, baring her perfect tits to my gaze for the very first time. They were volcanic mounds, large and firm and round and I felt my cock get even harder at the mere sight of them. Cassandra giggled as she felt my reaction vibrate within her. I couldn't help it. She really was a blonde bombshell who was absolutely stacked. And I was making love to her. Well, I had been making love to her. But now as my hormones kicked into overdrive, I began fucking her. Cassandra let out a full-blown laugh now as my body surged up into motion, thrusting and pummeling her with brute force. She held onto my arms again and pulled my body into her with her legs on every thrust, fucking back at me as much as I was fucking her. "Fuck me, Jonathan!" she cried. "Fuck me, Jonathan! Oh, Jonathan! It's sooo good! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck... Fuck me, Jonathan!" They were the first words either of us had spoken all morning. I was more than happy to oblige her, ramming my cock to the hilt on every stroke. I paused only to duck my head down and smother my face into her cleavage, my lips nipping and sucking at those wonderful globes of heaven. And after a couple more minutes of pounding away at each other, Cassandra's body began spasming out of control. She lost the rhythm, and then I lost the rhythm, but neither of us cared as our hips automatically knew the dance as we both crescendoed towards the climax of our morning. I dropped my head to the pillow next to hers, my lips rubbing at her neck as she clutched my chest against her own, crushing her tits into me. "Fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck me, Jonathan! Don't ever stop fucking me!" My hips kept up their own thrusting as did hers, and then suddenly she had driven her hips up into the air, holding them there as she cried out and bit down on my shoulder, squealing in ecstasy as she came. "Fuuuuuck! Oh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum inside me! CUUUUUM!" And I was cumming. My crotch crashed into hers and held there as I unloaded both barrels of sperm, blasting what felt like gallons of cum straight into the back of her womb. Load after load of creamy goodness poured out of me and filled my sexy assistant's pussy, so much that I could feel it leaking out from around our joining. And when we were both finished, our bodies crashed back down to the mattress in a weighted thump, no more sounds except for heavy breathing as we tried to catch our breaths. Off to the side, I thought I heard another moan. But then Cassandra's sweet voice brought my attention back. "Wow, Jonathan... you were fantastic..." Cassandra complimented me. "Thank you," I groaned. "You were quite amazing yourself..." And I couldn't help myself from diving my face back down into the valley of her amazing cleavage. So big, so full, so round, so utterly intoxicating. "You seem to like my tits," she laughed. "Oh yes..." I breathed. "But these are so much more than just tits. These are works of art." She laughed again and then wrapped her legs around me, not letting my cock exit from her. She held my cheeks in her hands once again, pulling me so she could look right into my face above her. "Good morning, Jonathan." From her expression she looked like she had another orgasm just saying my name. "Good morning, Cassandra," I replied with warmth in my voice. "You have no idea what long-term fantasies you fulfilled for me this morning." And she meant it. She was positively glowing. "Oh, really?" I thought back for a moment as our bodies relaxed and I finally slipped out of her. "Did any of them have to do with my name? I noticed you were screaming my name quite a bit. Did you know a Jonathan in some other life?" "Actually... yes." Her blush was back. Not the blush of a woman in heat, but the shy, nervous blush she'd first shown me when I asked her call me 'Jonathan' for the first time. "It's kind of a long story." "You know I want to hear it." Even though we were no longer joined, I moved up on the bed and cuddled close to her until I was sitting half-upright, with Cassandra's head pillowed on my chest. She let her fingers come up and touch my skin in front of her face while she began her story. "What you don't know about me is that my mother was also a personal assistant. We were from Australia of course. But soon after I turned 5 years old she got the job in America on the recommendation of a family friend. I stayed with my grandparents another few years but when the job started looking permanent, she brought me here to be with her. My mother was very good at her job and she also lived on-site. So I literally had my childhood from eight years old growing up in the main residence of my mother's employer. From the time I arrived, I was doing little things to help her out and learning all the little details that occupy the lives of... well... you rich people." She laughed as she said that, spurred on when I tickled her over that last comment. Then she continued on. "When I turned fifteen, I was hired officially as a junior assistant. I was my mother's 'backup'. Now there's no such thing as 'part-time' for a job like this, but I had fewer responsibilities to allow me time for my education. After graduating college, I went out and worked for a wealthy banker on Wall Street for a few years. I actually left that position to come work for you. I had a very... personal reason." There was a knot in my stomach as I started to realize where this was going. "You see, Jonathan, my mother's employer was the late Jonathan Kendall, your father. I grew up in his house. I grew up working for him. And he was the only father figure I had in my life. After he died, I was uniquely suited to working for you. Despite my age, I am quite experienced with the portfolio; businesswise, I know everything that's going on. My mom chose to retire rather than take another position." There was a nervous worry in the back of my head as I thought things through. "That explains some history behind you and Jonathan Kendall. But it doesn't explain your fantasy." "Well..." her blush was back. "My mother was sleeping with Mr. Kendall. Their affair lasted many, many years. Though he had various other girlfriends and high-profile celebrities, she was always there. I remember sneaking around the house and listening to my mom screaming 'Fuck me, Jonathan!' And when you first asked me to call you 'Jonathan', the first thing that came into my mind was hearing her voice screaming that name. He was a handsome man, and as a young teenager I had quite the crush on him." She paused and looked up into my eyes while rubbing at my chest. "I used to imagine it was ME screaming 'Fuck me, Jonathan'. You've sort of fulfilled a long- time 'daddy' fantasy if you will." I felt a new stirring of arousal in me and a smile stole across my lips as I let Cassandra's fantasy sink into my brain. Her mother and my father! We were just continuing the family tradition! But then I realized how sex and biology lead to procreation. Cassandra's mother was sleeping with Mr. Kendall. And he was the only father she ever knew. The knot in my stomach tightened and the worry in the back of my head turned to full- blown panic. "Wait, if Jonathan Kendall is MY father and he was the one sleeping with YOUR mom, then that makes you my-" "Oh, no, no," she interrupted. "I'm not your sister or anything. Although that would be really kinky..." Cassandra's smile went wickedly predatory for a moment. "I was born in Australia before my mother began working for your father, remember?" "Well... that is a relief," I sighed. "Now, sir. Should I get you some breakfast?" Cassandra sat up smartly, oblivious to her nudity. "Sir? Where is this 'sir' coming from now?" She giggled while slipping out of my bed as she started looking around for her pajamas. "My mom used the say that too. What she and Mr. Kendall had together was sex, not love. And while you're a sweet guy, Jonathan, I'm not in love with you either. I enjoyed what we shared and I hope that we, as adults, can enjoy the mutual convenience. But I'm not looking for a relationship. At the end of the day, I am your employee. No assistant from our agency has ever tried to marry a client; we wouldn't abuse our position that way." Her speech sounded rather rehearsed. I didn't comment. So Cassandra got up, got dressed, and headed for the door. But she stopped just short of grabbing the handle. "Just don't piss me off," she laughed. "I know more about your bank accounts than you do." And then it was time for breakfast. ------- I was trying to enjoy a lazy Sunday by getting familiar with my new home at a leisurely pace. I checked out more of the furnishings in detail, made mental notes to change the dining room table, and spent an hour researching what movies I'd been missing during my previously busy life and wanted to now find on DVD. All these things were better than moping around putting Nicole up on a pedestal as if she was the only woman in the world for me. In the afternoon, I was settling into the formal living room just off the foyer when I heard the doorbell ring. The novel I'd owned for years and never read was suddenly forgotten as I turned around to see what was going on, fighting my own instinct to get up and answer the door. Edward, my butler, quickly strode over and opened the door with an authoritative, "Good afternoon. How may I be of service?" An even more authoritative voice boomed in response, though I could not see the speaker. "Hello. My name is Hal Reynolds and this is my wife, Susan. We live in the apartment immediately downstairs and would like to meet Mr. Kwong." "Certainly," Edward replied. I made a move to get up and go to the foyer, but Cassandra was nearby and shook her head in disapproval. I sat down immediately. In a few seconds, Edward came in and informed me of who was at the door. I agreed to meet them and again got up, but Edward waved his hands for me to stay seated. He then returned back to the foyer. A few seconds after that, Edward escorted in a handsome older couple, perfectly comfortable amidst the trappings of New York luxury. Mr. Reynolds was a distinguished gentleman with a full head of grey hair and not so vain that he would dye it. Mrs. Reynolds was a bottle-blonde with striking green eyes. She had to be at least a decade younger than Mr. Reynolds and with skillful plastic surgery, now appeared to be in her earlier thirties. But then my eyes strayed behind Mr. Reynolds where Cassandra was now frantically waving for me to stand up. Oh, I was going to have to get brand new etiquette lessons on rich-people formality. I stood and shook hands with Mr. Reynolds, and gently held the hand of Mrs. Reynolds. Soon we were seated and a moment later Dorothy came around with a silver tray of tea and coffee. The Reynolds' accepted graciously and then we made small talk for a good ten minutes. I lavished them with my incredible tale, most of it already known by everyone in Manhattan. Mr. Reynolds informed me of his family's ties back to the American Revolution and successful business ventures. They insisted I call them 'Hal' and 'Susan'. After all, we were both homeowners in the building and therefore equals, no matter our age difference. And I felt relief at them referring to me as 'John'. Susan very subtly flirted with me, but I assumed that was just a part of her personality rather than any significant interest. And then FINALLY we got down to the point. "John, we would be very happy for you to join us for dinner tonight. Over the years we have invited new residents to dine with us, sort of a 'Welcome to the Neighborhood'. It is always a joy to get to know new people, and our daughter always gets excited over these occasions. She thinks our lives are too boring with the same old fashioned routines every day." Hal seemed every bit the old fashioned tycoon. "So what do you say? Just us and a few other residents in the building." In the corner of my eye and definitely where the Reynolds' couldn't see her, Cassandra was nodding her head 'yes' in big obvious motions. Quickly, I agreed. "Splendid!" Hal chuckled. "We will see you at seven." When they were gone, I turned to Cassandra. "I am going to make a fool of myself." "Don't worry, we'll get you straightened out. I'm here to help." "Does that mean you'll come with me?" Cassandra shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. It's not my place. I'm part of your staff. You could bring a date if it would make you feel more comfortable." "Who? Taylor's in Paris. And I don't think Nicole's going to come." I sighed and then rolled my head around, warding away the oncoming headache. "Do we have a copy of Pretty Woman anywhere?" "Why?" Cassandra asked. "Didn't they have some scene where they showed formal dining etiquette? I mean, I think I know it but you never really KNOW it until you're in a situation like this." She just laughed at me. ------- I was as ready as I'd ever be, right where I was supposed to be. True, I'd rather be making out with Nicole on her couch. Or at least making out with SOMEONE who wanted to love me. But this was where I found myself. And so with a deep breath, I reached up and pressed the doorbell. It all felt so surreal. I was in an upper level hallway that looked almost identical to the hallway outside my own front door. Same window in the corner, same carpet. Only I was one floor down instead of being on the top level. A moment later, the door swung open and a man who could have been Edward's twin brother greeted me. The Reynolds' butler then directed me into the formal living room where three people awaited me and stood up as I came into the room. Hal, Susan, and a VERY pretty young woman. She must have been the daughter Hal had mentioned who was excited to meet new guests. Me? I was really excited to meet HER, the young daughter. From where I stood, she was a tight little blonde package just oozing sex appeal. She was very slender, which made her look taller than she actually was. Her light blonde hair was in two curly ponytails which trailed behind her ears and then over each shoulder. She wore a demure skirt that was still cut well above her knees and an upscale blouse. Dainty facial features and Victoria's Secret's latest push-up bra made her seem like the perfect cheerleader come to life before my eyes. And in my emotionally wrecked state, she was an angel shining brightly in this world. As I got closer look at her face, however, I became a little more nervous about my initial reaction. She was a lot younger than I'd originally thought as her outfit was far too mature for a high-schooler. And yet, the way she moved exuded a self-confidence that told me she wouldn't be as naïve as she looked. She had sparkling green eyes, like her mother, eyes which were dancing with laughter as she obviously knew I was checking her out. I managed to tear my eyes away long enough to greet Hal and Susan. But then I couldn't help it, I was looking at their gorgeous daughter once again. "She's quite the pretty little thing, isn't she," Hal remarked casually. "Uh, yes, sir. Sorry, I don't mean to stare." "Oh, quite alright," Susan interjected. "Kaitlyn was Miss New York at last year's Miss Teen America pageant. We're quite used to gentlemen staring. Actually, I'd be worried about you if you didn't stare. Now, can I get you anything to drink?" Susan Reynolds was the one asking, but her butler was the one mixing my martini for me. I hid my surprise a few moments later when Kaitlyn ordered a Cosmopolitan. She couldn't be 21, could she? Miss Teen America ends at age 18. Hal was in a wing chair and Susan in the wing chair next to him. That left only the sofa for both me and Kaitlyn. In the beginning, there was the space of a full cushion between us. I'd deliberately sat at the far end so as not to seem inappropriate. But Kaitlyn got up to get her drink and when she sat back down, she sat right next to me, a little smile on her face as I'm sure I was blushing. I'd been around a lot of beautiful women in my life. Taylor was a fashion model and Cassandra could have been as well. And my sweet Nicole was so pretty in her own right. So for me to feel flustered was rather out of character. But this girl exuded such a vibrant lolita-esque sexuality that my hormones were out of control. I was able to keep everything under wraps for the most part. Susan was a natural flirt and Kaitlyn had seemed to learn every trick her mom knew as well. At first, most of the conversation was between me and the parents. We discussed finance, which suited me fine as it was one of the few things I understood in this luxury world. Going from advising the wealthy to being the wealthy took some getting used to, but the motivation was the same. But as next twenty minutes passed on Hal and Susan seemed to get in a spirited argument with each other. They were discussing some inane thing, not like a fight but more like a difference of opinions, and they both had strong opinions. That left me with no one to talk to but Kaitlyn, who had switched topics to the rather more risqué. We never actually talked about sex, but the innuendoes were everywhere. And our discussions were starting to lead my mind into places I knew I shouldn't go, at least in front of her parents. So feeling a little uncomfortable, I asked, "Hal, I believe you mentioned there would be other neighbors joining us as well?" "Quite right. We invited you here a half-hour early to give us a chance to meet you. And no one ever quite shows up on time. They all want to appear 'fashionably late'. But I believe the Hendersons will likely be here within ten minutes and the rest trickling in over the next hour." So that gave Kaitlyn at least ten free minutes to toy with me. Now, she wanted to know how the apartment layout compared with mine upstairs. So she took me on a tour of the place. I made sure we were never out of sight for more than a minute. Besides, the way butlers are always hanging around I doubt I could've done anything without someone noticing, and when we returned to the living room I answered frankly that the two apartments were very similar in many, many ways. But my place was almost twice the size when you added in the game room and the fact that my bedroom was much larger. "So... yours is bigger than I'm used to?" she wondered. I answered before thinking about it. "Yes, you could say that." "Mm... I've always wanted to try bigger." And then she giggled her girlish laugh. I was silent for a long moment. "And where is your bedroom?" she asked, coquettishly, pointing to the ceiling corners. I sensed a trap, but I thought about the upstairs and extrapolated. With a finger I began pointing. "Well, it's right over..." And then I stopped short. As I thought about it, the main bedroom was more or less built over the Reynolds' master bedroom. But because mine was larger, my walk-in closet and that side of the master bedroom were directly over Kaitlyn's room. And from the look on her face, she seemed to already know it. Could she actually hear something while I'd been having sex with Cassandra this morning? As I puzzled over that, a smirk crept into Kaitlyn's smile and I gathered that I was guessing in the right direction. My eyes narrowed and instead of completing my sentence, I asked a question of my own. "What's your little secret? Have you been up to something?" Perhaps I said it a little louder than I should have, because Susan immediately cut in saying "She's always up to something." Kaitlyn didn't blush at all. She wasn't embarrassed over anything. But she had a wicked grin on her face. And then she was literally saved by the bell. The butler came in and stated, "May I present Mr. and Mrs. Henderson." ------- The formal dining table could have easily held twelve people. But in its present state it was a rectangular, elegant piece of artisanship decorated for more of an hors d'oeuvres buffet. Not that I was allowed to go to it. Instead, the butler and several other wait staff circled around, bringing me refills of wine and various foods to my spot on the couch. The spot on the couch immediately next to Kaitlyn, who had not left my side. Several other families had joined the party, almost all of them residents in the exclusive apartment building. Many of the families were structured like the Reynolds, a distinguished elder couple and one or two well-mannered, but aristocratic, teenagers. The parents all wanted to talk business with me while Kaitlyn was friends with most of the teens. There were even a few very pretty young ladies from whom Kaitlyn began defending me like a lioness lording over her captured prize. The most aggressive was Kaitlyn's supposed best friend, an attractive young redhead from the fourth floor. She pouted and preened with the best of them, and more than a hint of anger crept into Kaitlyn's voice when she finally growled, "Lindsay, I think you're mother is calling you." A pretty twenty-something brunette who caught my attention had actually moved out of the building, but her mother from the sixth floor brought her to this gathering specifically to meet and flirt with me. And there was a sweet young thing who couldn't have been more than fifteen who kept trying to join the 'cool young people' conversation. The food was wonderful. However, I enjoyed very little as small knots of worry were tightening in my stomach. The conversation was light and easy right up until I asked a fateful question. Turning to Kaitlyn, I asked what her plans were for the near future. "Are you in college?" "No, I have no plans to go to college. I've figured out that I have as much of a formal education as I will need." "Oh, really? And what kind of career are you looking towards?" "Well, I may eventually go to a fashion design school, but for now I'm really just looking for the right man to marry." I nearly choked for a moment. A girl this young? Already? She continued. "In the meantime, I'm enjoying my social life. But I am looking forward to settling down." "Well, Kaitlyn. You don't have to answer this but might I ask: How old are you?" "Just turned eighteen two weeks ago!" She smiled brightly. "And, don't you think that's a little young to be thinking about settling down?" "Nonsense!" Susan jumped in from some hidden spot behind me. "I was only eighteen when I married her father. Besides, once Kaitlyn sets her mind to something, she always achieves it. She's very mature for her age." "Quite right, honey," Hal affirmed, then took another sip of his drink as the two of them settled down into the wing chairs opposite Kaitlyn and I, perfectly comfortable to join our conversation. "But what about you, John? Do you have a girlfriend?" Immediately my mind flashed back to Nicole and I felt a warm smile coming to my lips. But then reality set in and I hung my head. To the floor, I spoke, "Uh, no Mr. Reynolds. Not at the moment." "I told you to call me 'Hal'," he chortled. "And don't worry about it, lad. I'm sure you'll find the perfect girl very soon, if you haven't already." Kaitlyn just smiled and touched my arm affectionately. In the span of a heartbeat, I analyzed my situation with simultaneous glee and utter terror. Despite the traditional activity of parents to keep young men away from their teenaged daughters, the Reynolds kept arranging things to keep me next to Kaitlyn. I thought of Susan's remark regarding her marriage at eighteen, and judging from their physical appearance and accounting for plastic surgery, Hal Reynolds would have been my age, if not older, at the time of marriage. And now with Kaitlyn open flirting with me, New York's newest billionaire, and talking about settling down... I was being set up. But before I could continue the train of thought, Hal asked me, "So, John. Now that you no longer need to work for your living, what are some of your hobbies that you will be catching up on? Sailing? Golf?" "Oh, well, sir. I do enjoy golfing when the weather is good. But mostly I played tennis to keep in shape. I hadn't had much time for it these past few years, but I do plan to start up again." "Splendid! Why, Kaitlyn here is quite the tennis star herself! She fancied herself the next Anna Kournikova for a couple of years. You two should play together!" Now I knew I was being set up. "Uh, that sounds wonderful." I couldn't think of a polite way of saying 'no'. "We'll have to do that sometime." "Do you have plans tomorrow?" Kaitlyn asked brightly. "There's a private court in the building. I was going to go practice around 10am tomorrow, but that was just with a ball machine. I'd much rather have a real partner to hit on." "Uh, hit 'with'," I corrected quietly. "So do you already have plans?" For the life of me, I couldn't think of any. And despite my misgivings about being set up, Kaitlyn was really, really pretty. Just tennis. Just harmless flirting, right? And would it really be so bad to be set up with a gorgeous, sexy eighteen-year- old? "Well, I guess I have plans now... with you." "Great! It's a date then!" Hal and Susan Reynolds couldn't be smiling any wider. ------- MONDAY My, oh my. That has got to be the tightest ass I've ever seen in my life. Not a trace of fat anywhere... just firm muscle and perky cheeks. I knew I was a goner in that moment. For a brief moment, I thought on the emotional roller coaster I'd been on for the past few hours. After the party last night, I'd retired to my room and waved Cassandra off. She seemed concerned about me and perfectly willing to share my bed for the second night in a row. But even if she insisted she could remain unattached to me emotionally, I wasn't sure I could remain unattached from HER if she continued. Rebounds are a powerful thing and I wanted to remind myself she was my assistant, not my girlfriend. So I insisted that I'd be fine by myself and just wanted to unwind before bed. This left me alone for an hour or so; and alone time for someone in my mental state was not a good idea. My thoughts immediately went to Taylor and Nicole. Mostly Nicole. I'd briefly wondered what Taylor was up to and hoped she was having a good time. But mostly I imagined what Nicole was doing. A part of me hoped she was in bed crying her eyes out because she missed me... missed what we might have been. But then another part of me hoped she was smiling and happy, living her life free of the complications I would bring. In the end, I truly wanted to know she was happy. Overnight, I remained melancholy and slept fitfully, waking several times and mourning inside for my broken heart. Overall, I did not get much rest. But when wakefulness finally came, I found that I was about to cum as well. Cassandra had me in her mouth, her hands jacking my shaft while her lips danced around the crown of my cock. After my eyes rolled back into my head and I pasted Cassandra's tonsils with my man goo, she smiled and offered a friendly, "Good morning, Jonathan!" I could only groan and let my head fall back to the pillow in response. I told myself, 'She's just your assistant.' Well, an assistant who was VERY capable at assisting me in every way. That morning blowjob actually did my body a lot of good. I was up and about and determined to keep moving. The past 10 days had completely turned my life upside down. It had been absolutely crazy in so many ways. And I'd handled everything with relative calm. No massive panic attacks. Really, what did I have to complain about? These recent days had been very, very good to me. And so I had strode off to meet Kaitlyn for our tennis date. I walked with the cool confidence of a man who'd just blown his wad down the throat of a gorgeous young blonde. And so in this 'Joe Cool' mode, even Kaitlyn's eye-popping attire didn't really distract me. She wore white tennis shoes with thigh-high white athletic socks. Her tennis skirt fell woefully short of covering up the rest of her legs, and a cropped baby-T didn't do much more to obscure her torso either. She topped off the ensemble with a stylish visor and even dangling earrings, which were still impractical in my opinion for tennis but all the rage on the Women's pro tour. She was as perky cute as ever, and after several innuendo-laced comments I was rather glad for Cassandra's morning wake up call. I doubt I would have been able to keep myself from getting hard if I hadn't already blown my nut. But then, after a quick rally, Kaitlyn had to go and bend at the waist to pick up a ball only ten feet away from me. Somehow, her skirt flipped up, revealing a barely-there white thong, simply a couple of strings crossing her ass. It really was the tightest ass I've ever seen in my life. Not a trace of fat anywhere... just firm muscle and perky cheeks. I started salivating the moment she did that, and deep down I knew she could have me if she wanted me. Some guys are just such slaves to their sex drives. I'm just acknowledging it, not apologizing for it. Too late, I saw her watching the expression on my face from her vantage point between her legs. She remained in that bent over position, wriggling her ass for me and grinning in her upside-down position next to one knee. But then it was back to tennis. I don't think either of us were taking it very seriously. We never actually played competitive points or even suggested starting a set. Instead, Kaitlyn went out of her way to tease me. Her perfect ass was on display more than once, as well as a good bit of her cleavage. Now in a sports bra instead of the Victoria's Secret push-up, her tits were still rather large for her petite size. Certainly not as big as Cassandra's; but they were still big melons that bounced oh so invitingly as she moved and bent over repeatedly. After an hour, both of us had worked up a lot of sweat and even more desire for each other's bodies. And so we found ourselves resting a bit when Kaitlyn wiped her brow and casually mentioned, "Wow, I'm going to need a long shower after that workout." "Tired already?" I teased. "Certainly not. I could keep going for hours." Then Kaitlyn rotated her body in some fashion that simultaneously presented her cleavage to full effect while bringing her face close to mine. "I was hoping for a... different... kind of workout to finish the day." Kaitlyn's grin left no doubt as to her meaning. And while there was a niggling thought it the back of my mind that something wasn't quite right about the whole situation, my erection was making the decision for me. "Well then, why don't we find a convenient shower and then we'll see what kind of workout we can come up with." She giggled and then took my hand. A few minutes later we were bursting through the front door of the Reynolds' residence. She was still holding onto my hand as she pulled me along, laughing the whole time. "Come on! My parents won't be home until tonight!" In two seconds, we were in her bedroom, and the clothes began flying off. I'd gotten my shirt off but then just stood there with a dumb expression on my face as I watched Kaitlyn's top and then sports bra go flying off into far corners of the room. Unfettered, her breasts were just as big and round as I'd guessed, and as firm as I could ever have dreamed. And on her skinny body, Kaitlyn looked positively top heavy with those large globes unbalancing her and yet not sagging in the slightest. Oh, damn, to have the firmness of youth once again. Capped with delicate pink nipples already standing at attention, her tits seemed to smile at me as she bounced around. The skirt came next, and for a moment Kaitlyn was posed in front of me wearing nothing but a thong and her sneakers. I, on the other hand, was pretty well dressed. Kaitlyn noticed immediately and then stood with her fist planted against a hip, looking annoyed. "Well?" I couldn't help but stare at this sexy minx, mesmerized by this stunning creature. She wasn't as voluptuous as Cassandra nor as gorgeous as Taylor. She wasn't even sweet like Nicole. But Kaitlyn conjured up every dirty, nasty fantasy in my head. She was a barely-legal sex kitten brought to life. I was actually drooling. And so with a more seductive, "Well, well..." she sauntered up to me. With a soft thumb, she wiped my lip and then leaned in, planting a firm, hungry kiss upon me. I moaned and wrapped up her hot little body in my arms. We were both giggling with excitement and then she was frantically tearing down the rest of my clothes until she'd gotten me undressed. A quick flip of her feet and a short wriggle out of her thong, and then we were both fully naked. With mouths still attached to one another, we staggered back towards the bedroom. In her lust, Kaitlyn suddenly leaped into my arms, forcing me to catch her with my hands under the tight globes of her ass. She wrapped her feet around my waist and I slammed her back into the wall as we frenched madly. Her pussy was shaven completely bare, smooth and slick to the touch. Already I could feel her moist slit grinding against my erection, and the turgid rod seemed to be working of its own accord, trying to guide itself inside of this blonde nymph. But just when it seemed that I was about to slip inside of her, she untangled her legs, forcing me to gently set her on her feet. "Come on, we'll never get clean at this rate." "Who wants to be clean? I'd rather be dirty..." I leered as she giggled and headed into the walk-in shower. I followed soon after and was already groping at her body while she fiddled with the controls to adjust the temperature. Not that I cared about the water. I was too busy stroking every square millimeter of Kaitlyn's nubile body, with her perfect skin aglow with heat and arousal and her dynamite body still taut and firm with youthful vigor. I was so revved up; I knew I would enjoy this. Which is exactly why what came next was SUCH a disappointment. Kaitlyn sank to her knees, my cock at the ready. And then her hand was wrapped around my shaft while she leaned in and took my crown into her hot mouth. She began sucking powerfully while jacking me quickly, as if I was about to spurt right then and there. The only problem was, I didn't. And still Kaitlyn just jerked me off quickly and powerfully, without any variation or delicacy. After a minute, she seemed surprised that I hadn't popped off yet and just bore down even harder, with no finesse. My poor cock didn't actually like the abuse. Here I was, standing naked in the shower of a beautiful 18-year-old blonde vixen with a great body and loads of sex appeal, and I could feel my erection starting to fade. I couldn't help but be dismayed at just how little I was getting out of this blowjob. She simply didn't compare to Taylor or Cassandra. Now perhaps her rapid-fire jerking and sucking worked fine on whatever teenagers or older men she'd blown before. But I'd had the best and this, my friends, was not the best. Even Nicole, giving her first blowjob, at least had the good sense to be gentle. Kaitlyn seemed to notice me losing rigidity and I was getting rather tense everywhere else from trying to endure the mild pain. It was like getting a massage that was just TOO strong, where it tenses you up instead of relaxing you. I guess this is why I didn't date teenagers anymore. So with a sigh, I pulled her off my cock, only half-hard. "Sorry, princess. I don't think this is going to work." "Why the fuck not!" she pouted at my crotch, eyeing it as if not recognizing the damn thing. "What's wrong with you?" she looked up at me accusingly. "Hey, I don't think anything's wrong with me. I had no problem cumming this morning. But I think you need to work on your technique at that. I just kinda hurts after a while." "Well, I've never had to do it for that long. Usually the guy just grunts and then shoots his stuff into my mouth." I had to chuckle at that. "Well, I'm not most guys. I've got a little more staying power than that. But that's okay. Maybe we can try again some other time." "What? Don't you want me anymore?" Now she was whining like a four-year old. "Kaitlyn, sweetie. You are a doll." I couldn't help but condescend somewhat. "But maybe you're just not ready for me. Stick to the young guys." She stood up and glared at me. "I don't want the young guys. They're all such dorks. I've seen what you can do. You're a MAN." Now I was annoyed. "You're right. And I need a WOMAN. Call me back when you've grown up and learned something." It was the wrong thing to say. "Fuck, I AM a woman! I'm eighteen!" she cried indignantly, her pride wounded. "Get out of here!" she yelled. She pointed at my penis, now limp despite the beautiful naked girl shaking in front of me. "Go back to your big-titted personal assistant and get her to assist you with that!" So I dried off and left, and I was just getting out of my sweaty tennis clothes in the comfort of my own bedroom upstairs when I stopped to think: When she said "I've seen what you can do", what did she mean by that? ------- I stood alone on my balcony, enjoying the view of a clear New York day over Central Park. I was on top of the world, in a kind of Zen state of mind where I could demand only the best and expect to receive it. The best service, the best furnishings, and even the best women. I could turn down nubile 18-year-old sex goddesses if their blowjobs didn't measure up. But just when I felt my ego starting to get out of control, one thing held me back. Rather, one person held me back. And as hard as I tried to force her out of my head, I knew she would always be there until I at least made the effort. So I turned to go back inside and find my phone. On the third ring, the line picked up. Some part of me, maybe the only part of me that still wanted to be the old Jonathan Kwong, leap for joy. Just for a brief moment. She had answered. In this day and age of caller ID, just the fact that she picked up the phone was monumental progress to me. "Hello?" Her voice was still sweet, but tinged with a bitterness that was palpable. "Nicole? It's me." I said. "I know..." There was a long pause... "Please stop calling." And then the triple beep told me the call had ended. That part of me that still loved Nicole seemed to fade. Now rising to take a more prominent role in my psyche was the giddy boy inside me that screamed, 'Fuck, yeah! I'm a billionaire!' and wanted to enjoy it. The last real string holding me here seemed to have been severed forever. I grabbed my phone again, this time calling Cassandra. She'd been out for most of the day running business errands for me. I didn't have a clue what she was actually doing, but as long as the bank statement balances kept climbing, I didn't really care what was going on. She knew my portfolio better than I did. She picked up on the second ring. "Hello, sir." I paused... waiting... then she said "Hello, Jonathan." It was the sweet, bedroom voice I remembered from this morning. "Hello, Cassandra. I need you to make arrangements for us. You and I are going to Paris. Tonight." "Right on it, sir." This time, even though she was calling me 'sir', the bedroom silkiness was still in her tone. And then I swear I could hear her smile over the line. "And should I find out where Miss Brynn is staying, sir?" I was delighted Cassandra could sense my intent without seeming jealous in the slightest. She really was the perfect assistant. "Yes, please." "My pleasure, sir." "And if you keep saying 'sir' in that voice... I may actually start to like it." "Absolutely... sir..." she purred into the phone. And then I hit END. ------- Limos? Who needs limos? I've got a chopper. And I'm not talking about a motorcycle. So from the helipad on top of our apartment building, Cassandra and I watched the city descend beneath us as we turned for the short trip to Kennedy Airport. It felt rather cool to be flying to get TO the airport. After landing (no more parking garages or baggage claim curbs for me), we went straight into the First Class International Lounge. Twenty minutes later, we were reclining in luxurious bucket seats on Air France flight AF007 direct to Charles de Gaulle Airport. And after catching a movie, I fully reclined the seat into a bed. Just before I fell asleep, I made a mental note. Despite what had happened to Jonathan Kendall, I wanted to get that new Lear jet. My private airfield was still waiting. ------- TUESDAY After a restful trip across the pond, we arrived at 9am local time. Just a short few hours ago, I was at home with no plans on what to do with my day in New York City. Now, in the blink of an eye, I was cruising by the Eiffel tower. We checked into the Imperial Suite at a posh Parisian hotel. By design, it was the same hotel where Fashion Forward Magazine was putting up Taylor and by coincidence, her suite was just down the hallway from mine. But after spending five minutes acquainting myself with our accommodations and then changing into a fresh set of clothes, I left Cassandra to handle the details of unpacking while I took the limo to find Taylor and her photo shoot. Cassandra had worked her magic once again and I'd already been given the full itinerary of Fashion Forward's photo schedule. They'd only begun yesterday afternoon with some interior shots and were now planning to hop from Parisian landmark to landmark in a collage of fashion travels. And if the crew was on schedule, I would be meeting them shortly outside the Louvre museum. When we arrived, the limo driver spotted the small photo crew immediately. I hopped out and after only a few moments glancing around, my gaze locked in on Taylor. She was resplendent in a gorgeous blue dress, form-fitting to her lithe body and electric against the blue sky. The skirt was short and flowing at the same time, hugging the curves of her upper legs with every motion. It was rather couture and yet just practical enough for me to believe she might be wearing it on a day out. Her short, dark hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, her long bangs flashing over her eyes. And as the satiny material draped around her I was reminded just how lucky I had been to be friends with such a gorgeous creature. In fact, I was so wrapped up in seeing my beautiful friend I didn't even notice the guy also posing in the shot next to her. At least, I didn't notice him until Taylor reached out and held his hand. She was posed on the sidewalk with the Louvre's glass pyramid directly behind her and the palace building just further away in the distance, as if out for a casual walk. The male model beside her was similarly in a walking position, holding her hand intimately and yet his head was turned away towards the museum so that one couldn't see his face. Clearly, the star of the photograph was Taylor, the male model just another accessory in the shot. Now I never would have minded Taylor holding another man's hand. After all, we were friends, sometimes fuck buddies, but we held no chains preventing each other from seeing other people. But this male model was half-Asian, and he had my haircut. And as I looked closer, he sort of had my physical build. If I didn't know any better, it would have almost looked like she was out for a visit to the Louvre... with ME. So without another word, I walked in a straight line for Taylor. Two production assistants saw me, but instead of stopping me, they just stepped back and gasped in shock. Clearly, they knew who I was. Perhaps I was already on their minds as they observed the shoot. And so I had an unimpeded path to walk right into the production. Like a good model, all of Taylor's attention was on the photographer muttering new directions every three seconds and snapping like crazy. Other staff were on either side of Taylor and her pseudo-me, holding various reflectors and shades to properly light the scene. Their focus wasn't quite as sharp as Taylor's and when they saw me walk right up behind the photographer, suddenly the reflectors were no longer in proper position as they stood and moved in surprise. The photographer was just turning around to see what was up when Taylor saw me and gasped. As smooth as I could make it and grinning with my own inside joke, I said, "Wouldn't the shot be easier if it were actually ME in that scene?" The photographer's mouth just hung, slack-jawed and moving slightly as he tried to come up with something to say. Taylor reacted rather more quickly, reaching an arm out to me. "Come on Johnny. You can stand here and make me look even more beautiful." ------- After a quick visit with the makeup artist, I soon found myself sitting down on a bench, my back to the camera, with Taylor in my lap. Her feet were together on my right side with her arms around me, looking into the camera over my left shoulder while I gazed at her face, the better half of her face. Most of her photos were taken on that side. And while I was no male model, having half my face in the picture seemed to be the idea for selling more magazines as well. This time we were situated with the Arc de Triomphe behind us and framing our two bodies. With the slight hint of vengeful anger in my mind, I knew that Nicole would have no doubt I was with Taylor in Paris after this issue hit the newsstands. Despite my slightly awkward position supporting Taylor as she bent into a form that I was sure looked pretty, even if it was impractically uncomfortable, I felt my muscles relaxing. In fact, I felt my whole body relaxing. Being in close contact with Taylor felt like slipping underneath an old, comfortable blanket. It was a connection to my previous life, ironically in the middle of a situation I never would have found myself in if it weren't for the recent events of my new life. And in vintage Taylor fashion, despite our very public setting, she was getting aroused. I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch as she sat in my lap, and even though a very big camera lens was always pointed in her direction, she paused every now and again to nip at my neck or play with my face in between takes. She kept grinding her ass down against my dick, knowingly causing me to get rather hard within my jeans. To any observer, it was clear we were comfortably intimate with each other. And we were about to become a whole lot more intimate. After another frame was snapped, Taylor pivoted in my lap, kicking one leg over me so that she was straddling me. "Let's do it this way," she suggested to the photographer, a warped grin creasing her mouth as her eyes danced. "A little more naughty, perhaps." She took a moment to adjust her skirt so that it flowed around us as we sat almost face to face, her knees on either side of my hips as she positioned herself. And at a moment where she may have thought no one was looking, she slipped on hand underneath the skirt while obviously using her other hand to smooth out an edge. "Very... naughty..." she husked, her eyes now a brilliant violet in the sunlight. Instinctively, I knew she was up to something. The purplish hue in her irises was a dead giveaway. Come on, she couldn't be THAT crazy, could she? I had my answer a moment later when she fished my half-hard cock through my fly, and sliding me past the thin strap of her panties, managed to sink half my shaft into her very wet snatch. Her eyes fluttered as I penetrated her, but then she was all smiles and giggles for the camera while she depressed her body a few inches until I was all the way inside of her. I was quite glad I was facing away from the camera, otherwise it may have caught my very shocked and aroused expression as my erection had been suddenly surrounded by moist vaginal flesh. Here we were, fucking in broad daylight in the courtyard of the Louvre. "Taylor, you are crazy," I whispered to her. "Don't you love it!" she whispered right back. And then her focus was back to the camera. She barely moved, rotating slowly and moving up and down without any rhythm. She moved only as the picture would demand. And yet the sheer excitement of our exhibition, walking the razor's edge between getting caught and not had me at the brink of orgasm. Taylor heard the catch in my breath, and she seemed to get even wetter in this knowledge of just how close I was. She sat down, a terribly tight constriction around me as she controlled her inner muscles to caress and tease me while flashing her most animalistic grins at the camera. These pictures would turn out to be some of the best shots. It was as if the photographer managed to capture the essence of Taylor's lust and passion in the frame, beautifully captured by the obvious violet color in her wide open eyes. And in the end, when she moved up and then came back down in one tight lunge, I lost it. She managed to bite back a scream as my cannon exploded deep inside her body, shooting gobs of cum against her inner walls in rapid succession, seemingly in rhythm with the rapid shutter of the camera clicking away. One of the pictures that made it into the photo spread was one of the ones while I was cumming inside her, the absolute delight evident on Taylor's face. When I was finished, my back was sagging and the photographer directed us to move to a different location. Taylor managed to excuse herself to 'freshen up', and I watched as she had to take care not to let my semen dribble down her legs as she tried to walk away. I just zipped myself up while everyone's eyes were on Taylor and then tried to cover up the moisture soaked into my jeans. Basking in male post-ejaculate bliss, I started thinking: I like Paris. ------- After one more round of shooting, I decided I'd had enough of playing model and retired. The real model could go back in while I head back to my hotel. Taylor promised to come straight to my suite as soon as she was finished for the day. I arrived to find Cassandra waiting for me, a glass of red wine on the table next to her as she furiously typed commands into her laptop. "Oh, please, stop working for just a few minutes," I admonished her. She looked up at me, clad in a casual robe and wearing her glasses, with her hair tied back in a bun. "Jonathan! I wasn't expecting you back until late." "I got bored of the whole fashion thing. Now please, stop working for just a bit. Better yet, go get dressed. We're going out." I grinned at her in excitement at seeing the Parisian night scene. "I'm hungry and I doubt you've eaten much by the way you were pounding that keyboard." Immediately, she was ready to obey. But not without a few clarifying questions. "Will anyone else be joining us?" Her question was polite enough, but I could hear the question of whether or not things were alright with me and Taylor. Even now she was evaluating my emotional state. I rolled my eyes. "No. Just you and me for dinner at least. I'm guessing Taylor won't be back until the evening. She has obligations to the people paying for her trip. But we're great! Stop fussing over me!" I smiled at Cassandra, who seemed to relax. "Of course." She sketched a short curtsy on her way to the second bedroom. "I'll just be ten minutes." I settled into the couch and started flipping through the television before realizing all the channels were in French. And for a moment, I wondered what I would do. How DID people get along before television? Without another thought I got up and went to my own room to freshen up and tweak my appearance. And surprisingly, within ten minutes Cassandra was ready and waiting for ME. I didn't know women could actually get ready that fast. She was stunning in a simple black cocktail dress that really showed off her height. Some form of space age technology was lifting and enhancing her cleavage without visible sign of a bra, and miraculously she'd been able to apply makeup and do her hair in a very brief time. I, on the other hand, couldn't even change my shirt in the ten minutes provided. So by the time I came out into the living room, her Bluetooth earpiece was back on as she spoke in rapid-fire. "Miss Cooper," I began sternly. "I believe I ordered you to stop working." This time, she grinned and held up a finger. "One moment, sir." And as she continued, I realized she was talking to the hotel concierge or some other person with advice on where to go. And when she finally pulled off the earpiece, she fixed me with a satisfied expression. "I believe I was mentioning orders?" I asked her. "Yes, sir. But then, did you have a plan on where to go?" She had me there. In fact, she could have said a lot more about how unprepared I was, but apparently decided not to rub it in. I sighed. "What would I ever do without you? I'm still not used to all this. Ordinarily I'd know three dozen different good restaurants in Manhattan to pick from tonight." "That's why I'm here, Jonathan." She stepped up and took my hand, leading me out of our hotel suite. "Follow me and just enjoy the evening." In the end, we were both in the limo and on our way to the posh, exclusive L'Amis Louis for some eclectic Française. There were only like ten tables and it was impossible to get seated by just showing up. I suppose Cassandra's idea of making a few phone calls ahead of time really was the smarter course of action. "So what do you think?" she asked as we were seated. "Magnifique!" I mimed blowing a kiss with my fingers. She just laughed as I continued to look around. Unlike American restaurants, even the good ones, this place was filled with rich fabrics and relics of a decadent era centuries older than any other place I'd been to. I couldn't help but gawk like a dumb tourist at the opulence around me. "Better close your mouth or everyone will think you've never been in a proper French restaurant before," Cassandra reached up and squeezed my hand. I just smiled and returned my gaze to her. The waiter finished setting out the appropriate menus and table decorations before launching into his recommendations, including suggested wines. And I noticed that neither Cassandra nor I made any attempt to remove our hands from their embrace on top of the table. We were sitting side by side, and it occurred to me that this was my first ever dinner out with her. To the casual observer, she was my gorgeous blonde date, not an employee. And I felt rather proud coolly strolling into a packed restaurant with her on my arm. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" I asked. Cassandra blushed. Ordinarily she was so confident and so in command. I delighted in seeing her softer side. "No." "Well, you look beautiful tonight, Cassandra." "Thank you, Jonathan." She looked down and then slid her hand away from mine. "But perhaps that's not the most appropriate comment to make to your assistant." "Right now, you're not my assistant. You're my date. And you're a beautiful date that any man would be proud to be sitting with." For the next hour, that was how I thought of her, as my date. Work was put aside, our positions of employment ignored. I was just Jonathan and she was just Cassandra, alone and eating dinner in one of the most romantic cities in the world. We ended up slipping into stories about our childhood. I talked about growing up with the tug-of-war between my mother's heritage and the American Way. I talked about our daily financial struggle and the discipline my mom inspired in me to work hard for my success. And now that I didn't have to anymore, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," she reassured me. Her hand was back in mine and I rubbed her palm with my thumb. "Great men always rise to the occasion." My perverted mind flashed for a moment to the wrong interpretation of 'rise'. But rather than make an improper comment, I settled for saying, "And I intend to. I once had dreams of the things I could accomplish if I had the time and money. Now I've got that chance. But for now, jetting off to Paris at a moment's notice is a nice perk." "Very true." "And jetting off with such great company is even better." The wine was giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling. And from the way Cassandra toasted her glass to me, I guess she was agreeing. For her part, Cassandra talked about being the only child in a house of wealth, simultaneously spoiled because of it and yet constantly reminded that the wealth did not belong to her or her family. She spoke glowingly of Mr. Kendall, of his intelligence and compassion and paternal relationship to her, mixed with a distance of knowing he wasn't her father. There was an unspoken understanding that her stories were actually about MY father. And I fell into a hypnotic trance listening to her speak about her childhood. More than anything, Cassandra was my one link to the father I never knew. She was the one person who could tell me what he was like. And I was absorbing every little detail about the mystery man who had impregnated my mother and then left to make his billions. I was still holding Cassandra's hand, our meals now long forgotten. And as she finished, I could see the traces of moisture in her eyes as she reminisced about the only father figure in her life, now dead and gone. It was ironic: my father was dead and she was the one still in mourning. We were saved from our melancholy by the sound of my phone going off. Cassandra squeezed my hand one last time and then let me fumble around to answer it. Taylor was coming back to the hotel. ------- Cassandra and I were still in our contemplative state as we rode in the limo back to the hotel. Just in case, she'd made further plans for a casual stroll along the Seine and perhaps an Opera if Taylor canceled on us. I promised we'd do those things before leaving Paris, but in the meantime we were headed back. Oddly enough, I felt a trace of resentment in the back of my head. I was enjoying my time alone with Cassandra. It was as if being on the other side of the world somehow made it so that she was no longer my assistant. Instead, she was simply a beautiful woman I shared this vacation with. I wanted to remain alone with her and see where the evening led. But Taylor and our prior plans were intruding. And a part of me believed Cassandra would melt back into her 'assistant' role as soon as we were no longer alone. And I didn't want that to happen. We had precious little time, and without another thought I leaned across my seat and held the palm of my hand to Cassandra's cheek. Her breathing became shallow and I could almost hear her heartbeat speeding up, matching mine. Her pale blue eyes went wide as my head tilted towards hers, and then she was melting into my kiss as our lips came together in a melding of our souls. Cassandra's hands slid around to my back and shoulders as I tugged on her waist, clinching us closer together as we devoured each others mouths. Her moan was a melody to my ears as the passion built and built within us, until we were both panting from lack of oxygen and at the last edge before falling over and ripping each other's clothes off. But then I felt the shudder as the limo came to a halt and the clacking footsteps of the hotel bell staff coming to open the door. Regretfully, I pulled away to see the same regret in Cassandra's eyes, and then behind me the door opened and her face was basked with the glow of hotel lights piercing through the opening. Without another word, I stepped out and then reached my hand back to assist her out of the car. And despite my desire to seize her body once again, the two of us walked stiffly and two feet apart through the lobby and to the elevators. Even in the elevator, we stayed side-by-side but untouching as we were lifted to the top floor. It was as if the act of touching her would shatter the rest of my inhibitions and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from fucking her right on the floor we were standing on. It wasn't until I got the door open that all traces of restraint finally gave way. She launched herself at me, her lips immediately finding mine as she propelled me backwards through the suite and to the master bedroom. The massive four poster bed awaited us and suddenly I was flat on my back while Cassandra clambered atop my body, still kissing me even as her hands went to the fastenings of my shirt. My own hands snaked beneath the hem of her black dress and lifted it up until I could plant both palms against her tight asscheeks. I stroked her hot flesh as she managed to completely unbutton my shirt and fling it wide open before moving down to my pants. Our kiss broke for only a few moments when I shucked my shirt off and then whipped away the undershirt. Cassandra settled lower and stripped down my pants and underwear. After a moment, I was completely naked and at the mercy of her touch. We didn't waste much time on foreplay. She bathed my cock with her tongue just enough to get it nice and wet, and then she was straddling my hips while fully clothed. Again, I lifted the hem of her dress just high enough around her hips to expose her crotch, and she simply slid the strap of her wet thong to the side and impaled herself upon my cock. She cried out and I groaned as the shaft tunneled up and up into her body. She was wet but still very tight and the pressure was incredible. But at last she had settled all the way down onto me. "Feel good?... sir?" she husked, a wide grin on her face. I could only groan and nod my agreement. Taking the time to catch our breath, I kept lifting her dress until she was able to pull it over her head. That invisible bra came unsnapped and was discarded a second later, leaving her clad only in her thong and heels, neither of which we would waste any further time with as both our coupling and the view of her voluminous tits were both achieved. My hands immediately went to those huge breasts, gripping them firmly as she pumped up and down my rod. Her moist snatch made a wonderful squishing sound as she moved, gyrating rhythmically to bring us both the maximum pleasure." "Fuck me, Jonathan," she crooned. "Whenever you desire, Cassandra," I husked right back. "Oh, fuck me, Jonathan!" She was a vocal lover, crying out constantly and making wonderfully ecstatic noises. With her height and bodacious curves, she was an athletic Amazon using my cock as a tool for her pleasure, and after just a few minutes of aggressive fucking she had us both on the verge of orgasm. I let my hands fall back against the mattress, just soaking in the pounding sensations shooting up and down my spine. Cassandra planted her hands on either side of my head, her bosom bouncing up and down in my face as she rode me fiercely. "Oh... fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted with each downthrust. And then with a final lunge, she slammed her body down and detonated, her whole torso quaking as her climax ripped through her. I managed to keep my hips thrusting up against her body two more times before I reached up and clutched her ass, pressing her body against my crotch as I ejected my white-hot lava into her welcoming chasm. Holding that pose we both were yelling at the top of our lungs, until at long last the feelings subsided and we both collapsed onto the bed, her hot, sweating body pressed against my chest. "Oh, Jonathan..." she crooned into my ear. Our post-coital bliss was then interrupted by slow clapping, a subtly rhythmic sound that took me a moment to recognize. I glanced past Cassandra's shoulder to see Taylor leaning against the doorjamb. She caught my gaze and with a playful voice asked, "So, is this a private party or can I jump in?" Cassandra was already laughing before she flopped over onto her back, my semi-hard cock exiting her love tunnel with a splooshing sound. "I see you found the open door I left for you." Then Cassandra moved up until she was reclining against the plush pillows and headboard, profiling her splendid naked body for anyone to see. Her chest heaved as she panted, slowly catching her breath, and I couldn't help but stare at those firm globes rising and falling in gentle rhythm. Taylor's eyebrows went up in inquisitive surprise as Cassandra reached down and pulled off the soaked thong, flinging it away. And then she spread her nether lips, exposing the creamy white droplets of our mingled cum oozing from her box, just below the trimmed tufts of blonde pubic hair. "Would you care to taste? I've been dying to feel your tongue." As Taylor grinned and stepped forward, my mind immediately raced back to Taylor's comments about wanting to get into Cassandra's panties. And I knew for a fact that Taylor had played around on more than one occasion with her fellow models. But I hadn't expected this out of my statuesque personal assistant, and so Cassandra's actions were a very pleasant surprise. While Taylor began to shed her clothes, Cassandra reached down to finally unstrap her heels. And then my eyes glowed at seeing my blue-eyed beauties, one a long-haired blonde and the other a short-haired brunette, both model- perfect and both completely naked before me on the bed. Taylor ignored me completely as she scrambled across the mattress and settled between Cassandra's legs. She immediately dove in for the main course, her delicate tongue reaching out to scoop a dribble of jizz that was trailing down Cassandra's thigh and threatening to fall to the sheets. And then Cassandra was moaning in fresh pleasure as she leaned into the pillows and enjoyed the skillful tongue-work of my hot friend. While Taylor went to work at getting her first taste of my assistant's pussy, Cassandra crooked a finger to me and ordered, "Come here... sir." I got to my knees and moved next to her, positioning my half-hard dick next to Cassandra's head. And leaning across the pillows, she took me in her right hand while bobbing her head forward to suck me into her mouth. The three of us were a chorus of moans as Cassandra blew me back to hardness and Taylor noisily slurped up fluids from Cassandra's snatch while fingering herself. I thought for just a moment to teenaged Kaitlyn's attempts at oral pleasure and reveled in the exquisite expertise of the lady now worshipping my cock. Quicker than I thought possible, Cassandra had me back at full hardness and with that she began to reposition us. I was the master and Taylor was the honored guest, but it was the assistant who was in charge of us for the moment. Cassandra first pushed me away and pulled Taylor up to her, until they were chest to chest with one of Taylor's large breasts splitting the cleavage of Cassandra's even bigger ones. I saw the flashes of light in each of their blue eyes before their faces came together for a hot kiss. And even though I no longer had direct stimulation on my rod, it was getting even harder at the sight before me. With a burst of energy, Cassandra suddenly pushed and rolled them over until she was flat on her back and rotating Taylor above her until the two beauties had formed a sixty-nine. Whether by design or by luck, Cassandra's head was pointed at me with Taylor's perfect ass just above her. I groaned and began stroking myself as Taylor let her legs slip to the sides, lowering her steaming pussy down to Cassandra's waiting tongue. I was eager to join in and yet couldn't help but stay back and watch as my girls worked up their sweat and arousal eating each other out. But when Taylor's tell-tale shaking started up, I knew the opportune moment had come. And just when the earthquake of orgasm vibrated through Taylor's whole body, I settled behind her and impaled her vagina on my shaft. With a mighty thrust I was all the way in, Taylor's wail of ecstasy jumping a full octave at my penetration. And I just held there, riding out the storm as her climax rippled across her spine. Meanwhile, Cassandra was not idle as I felt her suckling on my balls hanging in her face. A well-orchestrated threesome is ordinarily a rare thing, and feeling this unique pleasure had me quite revved up. Surges of adrenaline were pumping in my veins and as soon as Taylor was able to compose herself I was pumping away, starting up a fresh batch of moans and whimpers from her end of our union. But like any true sexual goddess, despite my distracting thrusts she was able to focus on the task at hand, or at least the task in front of her face. With Cassandra's slightly taller body she was able to lean forward and continue her tongue and finger work on Cassandra's love button. And I got to hear the lovely phrase, "Oh, fuck me, Taylor..." moaned in Cassandra's voice from beneath me. As the lust poured through me, I gripped Taylor's hips even harder, such that I would surely leave bruises in the morning. And with these handholds I proceeded to fully ream her out, pounding Taylor's pussy with utter disregard for her pleasure. As the sweat dripped off my forehead and landed on her backside, I let the lust take over until I was an animal rutting for pure self-gratification. But whether I cared or not, Taylor was really getting into the aggressive fucking, aided on occasion by the stray lick of Cassandra's tongue against her clit or swiping against my balls. "Aw, fuck me, baby!" Taylor called out to me. "Pound that pussy! Fill me with your spunk!" And soon I had her screaming another climax, soon joined by one of Cassandra's as well. Hearing the aria of ecstatic feminine moans were the last catalysts for my own orgasm, and with rapid-fire thrusting into Taylor's saturated pussy, I slammed forward one final time and simply unloaded into her, blasting a torrent of jism deep into her womb. I held my hips tight against Taylor's ass for almost a minute, growling at the ceiling the pleasure shooting through me. And when I ran out of breath and my muscles quivered with exhaustion, I fell flat onto my back, gasping for air after not realizing I'd been holding my breath down the final stretch. Cassandra, for her part, merely seized Taylor's sore ass and planted it back down on her mouth, swallowing down the river of cum and female nectars pouring out of Taylor's abused body. I allowed myself a self-satisfied smirk... Life is good. ------- WEDNESDAY The three of us woke up to a repeat of last night's performance. Same characters, slightly different plot line, but the same bang of an ending. I found myself wishing I could just stay here with Taylor and Cassandra, in this hotel suite, fucking to our hearts content for the rest of our lives. But Taylor had her photo shoot and there were several more sights I wanted to see. So after breakfast, one limo came to fetch Taylor off to her next location and another took Cassandra and me off to the Louvre. I'd been to just outside of it, in the courtyard, but never went inside to see the famous works of art. Once again, I found myself thinking of Cassandra as my date. She was a gorgeous female companion and an excellent conversationalist. And since we had a private tour guide to direct us, all that was left for her to do was hold my hand and enjoy the day as we shared the experience together. And just before lunch, on a whim, I dragged her into a spacious men's bathroom and we shared a quickie in one of the stalls. The sky blue glint in her eyes as she wiped the last droplet of cum from her chin was an image I would not soon forget. "Feeling better? Sir?" she purred. But despite our growing attraction for one another, I constantly tried to remind myself that ours was a relationship not meant to be. I knew my heart was flailing about and trying to latch onto someone, anyone, after being left adrift in the aftermath of Nicole. Was it real affection and love I felt for the beautiful blonde? Or just desperate rebounding? The compassion Cassandra had for me was almost dangerous and I tried to ensure I never brought up my emotional feelings for her. But it was hard. I wanted so much to feel free and in love once again. The key reminder of that dilemma came when I merrily asked, "So what are we going to do tomorrow?" I was already picturing the fun we would have together. We were riding in the limo on our way to the next sightseeing destination. "I don't know yet, sir." The 'sir' comment came out of the blue, and it wasn't in a sultry, seductive voice. And when I glanced over to her, Cassandra's gaze was pointed directed away from me. There was a cloudy storm in her irises, a hard line set into her mouth. "Ahem," I almost growled, waiting for the correction to my name. She knew what I wanted, but remained silent for a long moment. Eventually she sighed and glanced at me briefly before turning away once again. "This isn't a game, Jonathan." "No, it's not a game. These are our feelings." I turned away from the picturesque views and held her arm. "Aren't you enjoying this time with me? Aren't you feeling what I'm feeling?" "My feelings should not be your concern, sir. And WE should not be having these feelings." I recognized a cold shoulder when I saw one. And Cassandra spent the next half hour enjoying the tour but not speaking to me or touching me. I couldn't tell if it was a professionally calculated move or if she was truly scared of reciprocating my feelings. But in the end, Cassandra returned to being the warm, sensual creature in whose company I was delighted to be. The scenery was too beautiful, the mood too romantic, the woman too attractive. Besides, it took a lot of mental effort to remind oneself to 'not-fall-in-love', and there were just too many beautiful things to distract the mind. I will forever remember the passionate kiss we shared right in front of the Mona Lisa. I don't think I'll be able to think of that painting again without remembering what it felt like to stand there with her in my arms. "You are gorgeous," I whispered. "Thank you." In the evening, Taylor joined us for dinner, and the two ladies hit it off immediately. Yesterday, their physical attraction for one another (and mutual fondness of me) had led to some fantastic sex. But now they had the chance to get to know the other personally. I was left out of the conversation for most of the next hour. But inwardly I was delighted to see them getting along. If I had my way, my fuckbuddy and my personal assistant would have many, many more opportunities to share my bed as life carried on. Once again, we went to a fabulous restaurant Cassandra had found. And this time, they gave us a private room just for the three of us. True, various wait staff came in and out with some frequency. But somehow the extra wall was giving us a false sense of illicit seclusion and normal inhibitions against public displays simply disappeared. After several bottles of wine, we got caught on more than one occasion with various articles of clothing out of position. One waiter actually dropped an entrée to the floor when he came out to find Taylor suckling at one of Cassandra's rosy nipples. I simply gazed down upon him, smugly enjoying the fact that he knew I was about to experience a fantastic ménage à trois. I was already formulating a vision in my mind of exactly what I planned to do to my girls when we got back to the hotel. And once we got inside my suite, I set my plans into motion. My first kiss was for Cassandra. She couldn't know it, but it had a special undercurrent of longing behind it. Certainly I enjoyed sex with Taylor. She was a dynamic nymphomaniac in the sack. But my emotional romanticism was for Cassandra first. I could only wish our chemistry and affection would survive our return to New York. And while I planted Cassandra against the wall and devoured her mouth, Taylor was already working at her own dress, stripping in anticipation of what was to come. She'd managed to work her way down to her skimpy lingerie by the time I turned my attention to her. And that was as far as she got before my kiss propelled her backwards and into the bedroom. I kept up my tongue assault and maneuvered the lithe brunette until she was flat on her back across my bed, with me atop her squirming body. I kept moving us until her head fell off the side, putting her in perfect position for what I had in mind. Cassandra had followed my lead and removed her own clothing down to underwear, and now both my gorgeous ladies were clad only in bras and panties. She followed us into the bedroom and stood next to the bed, awaiting my next direction. Rotating on the bed, I reached down and grasped Taylor's G-string in my hands. And then I fiercely broke the thin strings and tossed the garment away, exposing her bare shaven pussy just waiting to be taken. And at my indication, Cassandra knelt down between Taylor's spread legs and inserted a finger directly into the brunette's moist slit. I got off the bed and smirked watching Cassandra lower her face to begin lapping up the nectars already oozing out of Taylor's box. But Taylor, with her head hanging off the bed, was watching me as I stood up on the floor and began shedding my own clothes. From her position on her back, Taylor grinned upside-down as my hard erection came into view. And she was perfectly placed when I stepped forward and she began to gobble up my cock, taking me all the way down until my other head was lodged deep into her throat. Cassandra smiled seeing what I was doing, and together my assistant and I penetrated the fashion model from both ends. Taylor was gasping for each breath as I fucked her face, my balls slapping against her forehead every time I buried my cock to the root, deep-throating her with every thrust. I leaned in and managed to undo the front-clasp to Taylor's bra, finally freeing her round orbs so that I could grip them as hand-holds for each push into her mouth. She didn't necessarily want it every time we fucked, but I knew from past experience that oxygen deprivation pushed Taylor much closer to orgasm. And with my cock filling her throat and Cassandra's expert tongue going to work on her clit, Taylor soon wailed out her climax, muffled as it was. And once she came I pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath and panting with exhaustion, even though we'd been in the hotel suite for only five minutes. I waved Cassandra away and then circling around the bed, tugged at Taylor's legs until her hips came to the near edge of the mattress, her legs hanging off but leaving her sopping wet pussy at a convenient access point for me. Now I moved to the second part of my vision. While dueling tongues with Cassandra, I worked my hands around her body until both bra and thong were discarded and my palms were filled with her huge, hot mammary flesh. I couldn't help myself and moved down to bury my face between Cassandra's glorious tits, suckling and rubbing my cheeks against her fantastic bosom. But then it was time to move on and I directed the blonde to crawl directly on top of the brunette, chest to chest, with Cassandra on her knees to support herself from crushing the slender model beneath her. Cassandra immediately got the idea and bent her head to kiss the still-panting Taylor, who wrapped her arms around and stroked Cassandra's back tenderly while my two lovers expressed their lust to each other. This left two pussies rubbing together right in front of me, and Cassandra wriggled her ass as if begging me to take her first. I was perfectly happy to oblige, I stepped between both girls' legs and grasping the blonde's hips, I leaned in and slowly burrowed my dick deep inside of her. Cassandra broke her liplock with Taylor long enough to moan, "Ohhh. Fuck me, Jonathan..." "Yeah, fuck her, Johnny!" came Taylor's urging a moment later. "Fuck the shit out of her while I taste her mouth." Well, if they both wanted the same thing... And soon my hips were pumping in steady rhythm, carving up Cassandra's insides and sending wonderful tremors of pleasure through both of our bodies. But just when Cassandra seemed to be edging towards her climax, I pulled out and aimed lower, piercing Taylor's pussy and shoving myself deeper and deeper into her. Taylor cried out when I entered her, and after a few seconds to get over the shock, she was even more aggressively making out with Cassandra. I spent the next few minutes drilling Taylor before pulling out once again and re-entering the busty blonde. As soon as I'd started fucking Cassandra once again, she leaned up and planted her hands on the mattress next to Taylor's head, leaving her heaving tits to sway back and forth with my every thrust. Taylor angled her head to take several swipes at Cassandra's nipples, almost making a game of it trying to hit the moving targets. And when Taylor reached up to palm the large globes, I reached forward with my hands as well and together, Taylor and I massaged the sensitive tit flesh of the blonde sandwiched between us. "Fuck me, Jonathan! Squeeze them, Taylor! Oh, fuck... fuck... fuck..." Cassandra chanted as we both stroked everywhere on her body. And After a few minutes of this stimulation, Cassandra's body went rigid as she came, dumping her orgasmic fluids onto my cock and letting it dribble out from around my base and splatter onto Taylor's body beneath her. And once the shudders had passed through her body, she rolled to the side and collapsed, whimpering softly. But despite her extreme tiredness, the glowing light blue of her eyes danced with happiness. Still, I had a stiff cock that wasn't done yet. And there was a gorgeous woman splayed out naked in front of me. I thrust deep into Taylor's waiting snatch, lifting her legs and pressing them together to increase the tightness of her tunnel upon me while holding her feet over my right shoulder. Taylor's head flailed left and right as she tried to process the sensations I was drilling into her, and at last her back arched off the bed as she cried out and came. And now it was time for the final part of my vision. I let Taylor's legs drop and slid her further back on the bed so she was fully supported by the mattress. And moving up I straddled her chest, laying my wet cock in the valley between Taylor's fabulous breasts. They weren't as big as Cassandra's, but they were still quite large and perfectly suited for titfucking. Taylor pressed her hot flesh around me while I started my short thrusting. She was able to tweak her own nipples and on occasion reach out to lick my crown when it came near her. "Fuck those tits, baby," she growled at me. "And then gimme all your spunk!" And she opened her mouth in a gaping 'O', humming in anticipation of the load I was about to bestow upon her. I threw my head back and surrendered myself to the pleasure, relaxing all my muscles and letting go of the fight to keep my own climax at bay. Taylor's brilliant violet eyes lit up as she realized how close I was, and letting go of her tits, she grasped my dick in her hands and furiously pumped me. I only lasted a few seconds longer before the first jet of cum blasted out of me and splattered against her left cheek. She laughed and tried to hold her mouth open, succeeding just enough for the second shot to land on her tongue. She closed her lips and smiled, still jacking me as successive jets of cum hit her chin, neck, and the rest formed little lines of semen on her tits. Once I was done, Taylor gently squeezed the shaft, extracting two more dollops of jism and rubbed them into her cleavage. I managed to dismount her chest and sat down heavily, catching my breath and watching as Cassandra moved in and began tonguing up my cum, bathing Taylor's face and chest in a mixture of saliva and smeared jism. I smiled, catching my breath. The night was still young and I had many more parts to my vision to see come true. ------- THURSDAY "Mmm... good morning, Taylor." "Mmphh," she managed to reply with her mouth full of my cock. Her blue eyes flashed up at me as I began to stir awake, blinking away the cobwebs in my mind. I found my movement was also restricted when I tried to stretch. Cassandra was still fast asleep, her head pillowed on my left shoulder with my arm snaked around beneath her. And even though my gorgeous friend was doing a fantastic job on my morning wood, my gaze was drawn to Cassandra's face. Asleep, she looked so peaceful and pretty. It was the face I'd grown used to seeing on this mini-vacation, a far cry from the all-business, coolly professional image she'd fostered when we first met. And just when Taylor had me twitching on the edges of climax, Cassandra murmured and gently awoke, blinking slowly before smiling as she saw my hips bucking upwards into Taylor's mouth. Thirty seconds later, I went rigid and Taylor was swallowing rapidly, slurping down every drop I fed to her. Half an hour later, Taylor was out the door to her final day of shooting, leaving me alone with the beautiful blonde. Cassandra resisted my early pleas to get her to take a shower with me. "Stop that," she teased, batting away my hands from her naked ass. "I'm not your girlfriend. Now let me go get us some coffee." And with that, she'd slipped on a bathrobe and was out the door. She may not have been my girlfriend, but once I got her outside and into the open, she started acting more and more like she was. Shyly, she let me hold her hand most everywhere we went. And she did not resist when I moved in for various affectionate kisses throughout the morning. "You are gorgeous, Cassandra." "Thank you," she smiled, squeezing my hand harder. We played tourist for most of the day, seeing the Eiffel Tower and Cathedral of Notre Dame. Lunch was spent mingling with the crowd at Les Deux Magots, just another anonymous American couple. Here, an entire ocean away from my home, I was completely unrecognized. After all the tabloid attention, it felt wonderful. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be treated as an ordinary person, even though it had been less than two weeks since I'd been just an ordinary person. But the absolute best part of the day was when we went for a simple stroll on the sidewalks lining the River Seine. There was nothing to do but talk to each other as we moved past the various architectural highlights. And Cassandra opened up to me like never before. We got into little details like aqua being her favorite color and how she'd been obsessed with horses as a little girl. She'd traveled to various business cities like Singapore and London for work but rarely took the time to just be a tourist for days on end like this. And a wide smile stayed on her face for the whole day. "My turn... I spy, with my little eye... something green." For the umpteenth time, she wondered aloud, "I can't remember the last time I played this game. "Um, that tree?" "Nope. It's not alive." "Hmm..." her eyes darted left and right, and I delighted in the bemused expression on her face. "The boat, off to the right." "Nope. It's a lot closer than that." "If you tell me, I'll give you a blowjob." "Well, if you put it that way." And I told her. She just slapped my shoulder, laughing and then clutching my arm, leaning into me while we casually stood up from the green-painted bench we were sitting on and re-started our ambling walk. "Are you having fun?" "Mm, hmm..." She murmured. And without another thought she leaned up and kissed my cheek. I smiled at the affectionate touch and pulled her closer to me. "We're half a world away from our daily lives. I think we should just permanently go on vacation. Maybe just go straight from here to Rome. What do you think?" "Sounds lovely." "And then maybe to Cairo. Flit all the way across to Tokyo. We can spend the entire year vacationing without going back to New York." "Mm, I want to see Hong Kong before you get out of Asia." "Of course!" I didn't even realize I was already teetering too close to the edge of a topic I didn't want to address. Cassandra had been so much more to me than a personal assistant while we were on this trip. And I'd been so careful throughout the day to avoid reference to her job. But in this moment, I had let my guard down and asked, "Isn't this better than barking orders into your phone all day? Dealing with some other guy's finances can't be that exciting." "True..." she breathed, before thinking. And then all of a sudden, Cassandra stopped in her tracks, her grip on my arm anchoring me back and throwing me off balance for a moment before I stopped with her. "What's wrong?" I asked. Instinctively, I could tell she was bothered by something and I reached a hand up to her face to caress her gently. Cassandra's irises were a fiery blue that was rapidly dimming towards grey. And her eyes were darting left and right, searching into the back of my face and yet seeing nothing at the same time. I asked again, "What's wrong?" My palm was warm against her cheek and I leaned in to brush my lips against hers. And as if a light switch had been thrown down, Cassandra blinked and back away from me. She brushed my hand away and stepped back. "Nothing's wrong... sir." And there was nothing huskily seductive about her tone. Just like that, the professional assistant was back. "Cassandra..." I pleaded, my heart sinking already. I could actually feel the wall she was bringing up between us. She took a deep breath, and while staring at a point somewhere behind my left ear, she stated flatly, "I think it's time we returned to the hotel, Mr. Kwong." It was as if she'd slapped me in the face. She hadn't referred to me as Mr. Kwong in a LONG time. Still in shock, I actually stumbled back a step. Instinctively, she came after me, a chink forming in her armor as I saw her eyes jump. But as I regained my balance on my own her jaw set once again. Perhaps I should have let myself fall. Feeling helpless to understand what was going through the mind of a woman I'd been falling in love with, all I could do was try and retain what composure I had. And after a very long, pregnant pause, I finally exhaled and said, "I guess our time is up... Miss Cooper." I thought I actually saw a tear forming in her eye when I called her 'Miss Cooper'. But then she was walking past me and I had to turn and hurry just to catch up. ------- Back at the hotel, Cassandra went to her room alone, leaving me with nothing but my French-language TV. On two different occasions, I tried to work up the courage to knock on her door, but I wasn't sure whether she'd invite me in and fuck my brains out, or stonewall me and slam the door in my face. Either way, when Taylor returned in the afternoon, Cassandra's happy face was back and she quickly welcomed my friend. But she had already dressed down for the evening with jeans and a sweater. Her hair was in a ponytail and her wire- rimmed glasses perched on her nose. And then three minutes later she actually sent the two of us out to dinner alone, citing a backlog of work she had to check up on. When I protested, Cassandra's eyes melted darkly into a steely grey. The wall she'd erected was back between us. I bit my tongue and offered Taylor my arm on the way out. Dinner tonight was a superbly romantic restaurant, still very eclectic and expensive of course. Cassandra had made the arrangements for us ahead of time, and as usual her taste was impeccable. La Tour d'Argent was set up so that we each had personal waiters who literally stood behind our chairs for the entire meal. Drop your fork? Another one was there before you noticed. Finish a plate? It was gone in a moment. Every whim was attended to and Taylor and I were eating it up. But despite the great ambiance and wonderfully aromatic smells, I found myself slipping into a foul mood with Cassandra gone. Previously, Nicole had retreated away and shut me out of her life because of the very public nature of my new circumstances. And now the same financial positioning had caused Cassandra to bury her emotions and regard me as just her employer. I'd tried to share my heart with two women in a very short time span, and both times I'd been rejected. It hurt. And Taylor immediately recognized I wasn't my usual affable self. In the past, she would sometimes just ignore me as if my emotional instability would only waste her time. But other times she would go into full-on affectionate mode in an effort to cheer me up. This, apparently, was a night to cheer me up. She would continually kiss and rub against me as if raw affectionate power would overwhelm my melancholy. And it was working. By the time the food itself was served, Taylor had put a smile back on my face. She and I sat side-by-side with a second-floor window view of the busy sidewalk outside, and as we immersed ourselves in the evening I felt my worldly cares melting away. Taylor was always an excellent companion for being out on the town. Our "date" was almost lazy in that we were able to take our time and just enjoy everything. The wine was plentiful and delicious. The food excellent. And the company was perfectly comfortable. Taylor and I behaved as if it were commonplace for us to be dining together in a beautiful European city. There was no need for fakeness or stress over trying to impress one another. Even though we had never been in a steady romantic relationship with each other, I felt like I already knew her inside and out. "Come on baby," Taylor teased me. She held up a grape for me to reach out and pluck away with my mouth. But the moment I tried she pulled it back leaving me to snap my teeth around empty air. "No. I changed my mind." And with a laugh she put the grape between her lips and beckoned me to come fetch it. Our mouths met together, and then Taylor was still giggling as I slurped the grape away and yet kept my lips pressed against hers in an affectionate kiss. When she finally pulled back, she brushed her bangs out of her eyes and fixed me with a model-pretty gaze of seduction. "Having fun now?" "Yeah..." I breathed. After many, many glasses of wine to end our dinner, we retired to the limousine fully expecting to return to Cassandra and the hotel. Taylor already had her arms looped through mine as she cuddled up close to me in the limo, giggling the whole time. But to our surprise, we pulled up outside the Palais Garnier. "Oh, wow," Taylor gushed as we saw the splendor of architecture before us. "Isn't this the opera house of the Phantom of the Opera?" I nodded at the little bit of trivia. At this time, the door opened up and the driver first helped Taylor out of the car and then I followed soon after. Several other well dressed couples were slowly meandering into the building. Like I said, Cassandra had made all the arrangements, and the driver handed us our tickets for the evening's entertainment. Taylor turned to me, her bangs fluttering before her eyes in the breeze. The electric blue of her irises glinted in the lamplight. "Let's go have a romantic evening. Just the two of us." It sounded like a great plan to me. ------- Hours later, we returned to the hotel to find that Cassandra had already gone to sleep in the second bedroom. And so Taylor and I retired to my master bedroom, coming together for a slow and satisfying session of making love. I don't remember the details of our sexual acts that night. What I do remember is the way it made me feel. There was a tenderness to Taylor's touch that I hadn't felt from her before. Usually we were all about aggression and athletic fucking. But with the warm buzz of red wine still in us and the measured pace of our evening, being gentle just came naturally. In my pursuit of Nicole, I had constantly been fighting to convince her I was just an ordinary guy. In the past few days with Cassandra, we had been hiding behind the mirage of 'being on vacation', and I'd realized any hope of relationship would evaporate as soon as we returned to the real world. But Taylor was just Taylor. She knew exactly who I was. She had slid comfortably into my new circumstances. And if she were open to falling in love with me, how could I possibly reject her? After all, this was a woman I'd first fallen for many years ago in college. I wasn't ready for someone like her back then. She was the beautiful bird that just couldn't be caged, and I'd had to accept that. But no matter how much I'd accepted our friendship, in the back of my head I always wanted more. The sex had been great for the past few years. But it was a poor solution to filling the void in my heart. I wanted to love her. And I wanted her to love me. Perhaps her timing initially had been spurred by an opportunity for fame and wealth. But right now she was a sensuous creature in my arms, making love to me and totally accepting me for who I was. She was exploring a possible relationship with me without any barriers. Perhaps my heart was still just trying to latch onto someone... anyone. Perhaps the third time's the charm. Perhaps Taylor really does love me in her own slightly self-absorbed but playful way. I wanted to find out. And that night, our bodies moved together as one, stirring each other to heights of pleasure we'd only rarely touched. And after we finally climaxed together, we surrendered to the peaceful world of sleep. ------- FRIDAY In the morning I awoke with Taylor in my arms. So often, the few times we slept overnight together, she would wind up three feet away from me on the bed, unable to get comfortable with another body so close to her in her sleep. But this morning her head was pillowed on my chest, her legs thrown over mine as she cuddled close to me. Ah, Taylor. Even when my head was spinning three different ways and my brain was telling me never to trust the love of a woman ever again, Taylor was by my side. I simply enjoyed her presence for about twenty minutes before she stirred awake. And then with a sleepy grin she awoke and kissed me firmly, ignoring what had to be pretty bad breath on both our parts. Eventually she swung her hips over me and settled in for a short bout of morning lovemaking. I could never get tired of her fantastic body. Despite the obvious noise we were making, Cassandra did not join us. My magical week of ménage à trois pleasure was apparently already over. After we'd both cum and Taylor went into the bathroom to clean up, Cassandra knocked and then entered the room with a tray of coffee and croissants. Her entrance was perfectly timed at the conclusion of my morning romp. "Do you require anything else, sir?" she asked. I just glared at her and waited for the inevitable correction to 'Jonathan'. It never came. Cassandra just avoided my eyes and stared at the floor. And when it became clear no other direction would be forthcoming, she excused herself and went outside. This could turn out to be quite awkward in the long run. I guess this was why personal assistants weren't supposed to fall for their employers, or vice versa. But either way, it was our last full day in Paris. And I wasn't going to let uncomfortable tension ruin the vacation. Cassandra made arrangements for Taylor and me to visit the countryside while she attended to work in the hotel. Taylor was done with her photo shoots, and extended her trip a day to hang out and enjoy things with me. Rather oddly, it was just yesterday that I was out on a romantic day with Cassandra. But a flare of annoyed anger quickly pushed her out of my head as I concentrated on my romantic day with Taylor. I wondered how those TV bachelors handled dating a different girl every day. Fortunately, Taylor quickly smothered me with so much attention I had no choice but to fill my mind with her. She was a whirlwind of energy: flirtatious, sexual, conversational, and compassionate all at the same time. It was actually while we were knee deep in buckets of grapes, stomping out the juice to make wine that Taylor leaned in and kissed me, then said her fateful words. Her eyes were the sharpest blue I'd ever seen in her, and out of nowhere I suddenly saw the moisture there, reflecting the sunlight and threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Johnny... I might," she hesitated, blinking away and looking more confused than I'd ever seen her before. "I might be falling in love with you." I'd already stopped my stomping when she grabbed me to plant her lips on mine. But now I felt myself about to collapse down into the sea of grapes in shock at what she'd just said. But I couldn't fall with Taylor's grip on my shirt. I our entire time together, way back to college, Taylor had never even APPROACHED the L-word to me before. I couldn't help but be in complete shock. "Wow... I... I don't know what to say." "But you're not weirded out?" she actually looked afraid. Whether of me or of her own feelings, I wasn't sure. "No, no. Not at all. It's just unexpected. I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything," she half-laughed as the happy tears started coming down her cheeks. And she kissed me again, a passionate liplock that I fully returned. Semi-actress or not, there was no way of faking the happiness radiating from Taylor. And when we broke for air her nose rubbed against mine. "Look, I know you were falling pretty hard for Nicole. I don't want to make you move any faster than you feel comfortable with. But I think it's only fair you know my intentions. For years there's never been anyone else I could depend on more. Through all my bad boyfriends and self-centered promotion, you were always there for me. And now I want to show you how much I've appreciated all those years of being a great friend. Now I want to win your heart." ------- SATURDAY Time to go home. Time to return to the real world and face my day to day existence once again. Could I have prolonged the vacation? Sure. What, like I couldn't afford it? But somehow, going back to New York felt like the right thing to do. After all, I finally had someone by my side to face reality with. She wasn't the girl I thought would be my girlfriend a week ago. She wasn't even the girl I thought would be my girlfriend two days ago. But she WANTED to be MY girlfriend. That mattered quite a bit. And after two consecutive heartbreaks, I was ready to be loved. Ever since Taylor's profession of love, the two of us had been inseparable. We spent the rest of day in a whirlwind of passion and barely ever NOT touching each other. I swore my lips would be bruised by the next day. We didn't even return to the Paris hotel last night, instead finding a quaint cottage of a bed and breakfast in the countryside to hole up in and make love for hours on end. I'd called and informed Cassandra, of course, less she freak out. She accepted the news without emotion and asked when we'd return, more for convenience of planning than anything else. And when Taylor and I finally returned in the morning, she had dutifully gotten everything organized and everything packed up, including Taylor's gear. The car was waiting and all that was left was for us to change into our travel clothes and head for Charles de Gaulle Airport. From the whole time at the hotel until we got on the plane, Cassandra's earpiece stayed in place with the lone exception of airport security. It was as if that little piece of electronics represented her professional detachment, and she clung to it desperately, even when there was no reason to make a phone call. In a private moment, Taylor even whispered in my ear, "I miss the old Cassandra. What happened between you two?" "I'll tell you about it later," I offered, not wishing to dwell on the subject. On the plane itself, this time Taylor and I were side-by-side together in first class, while Cassandra was one row back by herself. I held hands with Taylor for almost the entire 8 hour flight, even when we went to sleep. And somewhere over the Virgin Islands we snuck away to a lavatory so that I could join the Mile High Club. We arrived at JFK early in the afternoon. At least, it was early afternoon for New York. It felt like late evening for the three of us by the time we got to my apartment on 5th Avenue. Taylor hadn't slept very well on the plane. Despite the luxurious recliner, she'd never been very good at sleeping in moving vehicles. And the helicopter ride just made Taylor feel motion sick instead of being a pleasant shortcut home. Ultimately, none of us were feeling too great after a long travel day. But rather than send Taylor home immediately, we decided to just chill out for the day and get over our jet lag. After a lovingly passionate kiss, I sent Taylor into my bedroom to sleep off her exhaustion. I promised I'd join her soon. Meanwhile, I spoke with Cassandra in the living room about making arrangements to drive Taylor and her luggage back to her place later in the evening while Dorothy got us fresh coffee and a quick bite to eat to settle our stomachs. Cassandra was professional and polite, some of the warmth even coming back into her voice. Her attitude at the moment reminded me of the way she'd been for the first few days in my employ, before we'd gotten to know each other. Perhaps with a little time things would get back to normal between us. Here, in New York, the personal assistant-employer roles just felt natural. Cassandra had gone into her room to dock her laptop and catch up on everything she'd missed for the past week while I settled into my private TV lounge when Edward came to my door. "Sir, there is a young lady at the door to see you. A Miss Kaitlyn Reynolds." I blinked for a few moments in surprise. It had only been Monday when I'd played tennis with the vivacious blonde teenager. And yet it seemed a lifetime ago. So much had happened since then and I barely remembered her. As I turned over the name in my head, I found I wasn't even completely certain what she looked like. But after another second I looked up at my butler and nodded. "I'll, uh, see her in the living room." "Quite right, sir." He turned and strode out. I stepped to a mirror for the moment, making sure I didn't look too bad. After all, Kaitlyn Reynolds was still an attractive young woman and it just wouldn't do to look unkempt in front of an attractive young woman. My outfit was on the casual side, but after all, I'd been traveling all day. So after running my hands through my hair, I stepped out and went to the living room where Edward was offering the perky girl a soft drink. She was just as cute as I remembered, with a form-fitting tracksuit, the jacket unzipped low enough to show off her sizeable cleavage. Her hair was in a pair of braids that ran straight back and over her shoulders. And her green eyes sparkled when she saw me. I put on my polite smile and prepared to say something inane when Kaitlyn suddenly stood up and glared at me. "Where the hell have you been all week?" She barked. Those eyes narrowed accusingly. "Uh, excuse me?" I stopped ten feet away, momentarily hesitant to approach any closer to this firecracker. "Where'd you go? One minute I'm on my knees in the shower sucking your dick and then next minute you're gone!" My eyes immediately whirled around the room, finding Edward and Dorothy had both vanished into thin air. No doubt they were still within audio range, not to mention Cassandra or, heaven forbid, Taylor. I stepped up and grabbed Kaitlyn's arm, pulling her away and towards the front door. Gritting my teeth, I growled, "If we're having this conversation, then we're having it somewhere else." "Fine!" she pouted. "My parents are out anyways. We can go downstairs." Not another word was said for the next couple of minutes as we went to the elevator and headed down. I thought back over what she'd said, finding out that yes, I'd literally disappeared on her. I'd been thoroughly unimpressed with her oral skills and after briefly yelling at each other, I'd headed up to my own place. Less than an hour later, Cassandra and I were helicoptering off to JFK Airport and on to Paris. Once we got inside her family's apartment, Kaitlyn whirled on me and whined, "Once I cooled off, I went looking for you. I knew I could do better at blowing you. I wanted to do better. But then your butler tells me you're not even in the COUNTRY anymore!" "I'm sorry," I said automatically. I wasn't even sure what I was apologizing for. But we were still too close to the front door and I feared someone in the hallway could potentially eavesdrop. I directed the two of us back and into Kaitlyn's room. She sat on her bed and I even closed the door, as if that would help our privacy somehow. Sighing, I leaned back against the door. "It's not that I was trying to run away from you. Something just came up." "Like what?" "My friend... well, I guess you could say my girlfriend... was in Paris doing a photo shoot. I flew out to see her." Her eyes narrowed again. "Don't lie to me. You told my parents you didn't have a girlfriend." Her expression was as if she'd been betrayed. "I didn't!" Inwardly, I scolded myself. Why the heck was I getting all defensive around an 18-year-old I barely knew? "Not then at least. She's been a friend of mine since college. We just started... really, yesterday." "Okay, okay, whatever. That's not the point," Kaitlyn complained. "You still just abandoned me. Didn't even give me a second chance. You OWE me a second chance." And with that, blushing anger and all, she got up off the bed and walked right into my personal space. "What? How do you figure that?" I asked. But her answer was to start grabbing at my pants. "Wait! Hey!" "I'm not as bad as you think I am. I've had practice since you left. And I can do better this time." She managed to undo my fly and as I squirmed, she began tugging my pants down my hips. "Hold it. Hold it!" She finally stopped at the harshness in my words. I didn't even want to think of what she meant by having had more practice. "Kaitlyn, we can't do this!" "Why not? You were letting me suck you on Monday. And your dick-" she emphasized the word by grabbing onto my erection through my boxer shorts. "He's certainly up for it." She moved her head so she could whisper into my ear. "Come on... don't you want to sink your cock inside my hot, teenaged ass?" I groaned at the thought, but my conscience reared its ugly head. "No, no. I have a girlfriend now." "Like that ever mattered. If she can't handle some competition then she's not the one for you." "No, it's not like that. She can handle anything. But... but. I mean, why me? A hot young lady like you could get almost any man she wanted. Why me?" "Besides being fabulously wealthy? That's easy." Kaitlyn leaned right up against me, her face inches from mine. "I've seen what kind of lover you are. You made your personal assistant cum so hard. I've never had an orgasm like that. I want to cum like that. And when I want something-", her grip on my erection tightened, "I get what I want." "But that's..." And then her words sunk in. "Wait. How the heck could you know how hard Cassandra cums?" "Oh," Kaitlyn looked away from me. "Well..." she trailed off and backed up from me. "No, no. I'm not letting you get off that easily." I scolded, coming off the door and stepping towards her. She pouted and brought a finger to her lip in a little-girl sexual gesture. "But I thought getting me off was just the point." And then she giggled. I wasn't about to let her sex-kitten antics distract me. "I'm serious. How could you know that? These walls aren't that thin and the insulation is first class." I strode towards her, and Kaitlyn was backing away from me quickly, her eyes racing as she thought of something else to say. But just when I'd backed her into her walk-in closet, I heard a phone ring. And not just any ring. It was a ring tone I dimly recognized. It took me a moment to fully grasp the meaning; the sound was still rather faint, as if it were coming from far away. But then I realized that it was Taylor's cell phone. And a moment later, I heard Taylor's muffled voice coming from somewhere above me. Could Kaitlyn really hear what was going on in my bedroom? That certainly wasn't on the real estate dossier. And it could be quite the security risk. It turned out, the security risk was even worse than I thought. Inquisitively, I searched Kaitlyn's face for an explanation. Clearly, she wasn't surprised to know that sounds from my bedroom were audible in her closet. And I caught her glancing off to the side more than once. I followed her gaze, and my heart almost stopped when I realized there was a ladder built into the wall. Following the upward trend of the ladder, I looked up and up until I saw it... a trap door in the ceiling. A ceiling that could only lead upstairs to my apartment. And as I stared at the trap door, I thought back to that first morning I had sex with Cassandra and thinking I heard a moan coming from the closet. Now I knew I hadn't been imagining things. Kaitlyn had been spying on us. Kaitlyn just looked guilty and slunk deeper into the closer as I turned and began to climb the ladder. "I didn't put that in!" she blurted, as if that fact would somehow absolve her of all wrongdoing. "It was there when I moved in." Quickly, I reached the top and found the release. Pushing on the wood, the door swung open vertically, and poking my head through, I soon found myself in my own Master Bedroom closet. I knew the thing was big, but it looked so much bigger from my current vantage point. And scrambling upwards I stood up in the darkness. The only light was peering through the cracks of the double doors leading to my bedroom. I could hear Taylor still talking into the phone, sounding a little groggy and more than a little jet-lagged. I was about to say something when Taylor's voice suddenly picked up a notch. "No, no, he's not here right now. Yes! Of course I'm in his place... No!" I heard Taylor huff and then a pleading tone came into her voice. "George, I don't want to this time." George? George, her publicist? I knew I should announce my presence. Eavesdropping couldn't possibly be the moral thing to do. And yet, there was something in Taylor's voice that made me want to stay quiet and hear what she was going to say. "I know it has been great for my career. But I still feel really guilty about it. I mean, I really like Johnny. I'm... I'm really falling in love with him." I felt a warmth spread through my whole body listening to her say she was falling for me. And on impulse I was about to open the doors and go embrace the love of my life. I'd explain how I got into the closet later. But her next words brought me up short. "No!" she yelled into the phone. "I mean it George. We have to cut it off, right now! I mean, how do you think Johnny would react if he found out I was the one informing the media?!" That warm fuzzy feeling was suddenly gone, replaced by an icy chill. Even though Taylor was still speaking into her phone, I didn't hear a word. The pain of watching the Celebrity Sightings exposes about me and Nicole was tearing through my heart. It WAS Taylor who ratted me out. It WAS Taylor who directed the paparazzi to our hole-in-the-wall café. It WAS Taylor who ratted out my taxi date and ruined my budding romance with Nicole. And for what? A little front-page exposure? A little career boost? Well, it worked. Taylor had gotten her Fashion Forward shoot in Paris. And me? I'd gotten a broken heart. She used me. She used me, and then lied to me about it. My fists balled and for a moment I was about to blast open the doors and get in Taylor's face about it. I'd caught her confession red-handed. My mind whirled and my eyes darted left and right looking for something to lash out against. And then my sight caught the open trap door. And with a sidelong glance, I could see straight down to where Kaitlyn was still waiting for me. She stood at the base of the ladder, looking up into my eyes. And from this particular vantage point, I had an excellent view down the top of her jacket to her delectable breasts, able to look right down the valley between her tits. There was a sex kitten within striking distance. And I was about to pounce. Without a word I slid down the ladder, closing the trap door on my way. There was a fire in my eyes as I gazed lustfully at the teenaged nymph before me. As I approached her, she backed away. But this time, instead of quickly separating herself nervously, Kaitlyn grinned and arched her back into the wall of the closet once she felt the wood paneling behind her. Her head tilted to mine for a kiss, but I stopped myself just an inch away from her lips. I wasn't going to kiss her. This wasn't about love. I'd tried three times in a row, within the span of a week. I was too burnt out on trying to love. This was about lust. This was about sating an angry demon welling up inside of me. With her panting breath hot on my face, I reached up and grasped her shoulders. Then leaning beside her head I whispered directly into her ear. "One chance. This is your one chance to prove yourself." With light force, I pressed down on her shoulders until Kaitlyn got to her knees in front of me. Her emerald eyes stayed locked onto mine the whole way down. I felt a rush of power surge through me seeing this beautiful girl in such a subservient posture, and then her eyes flickered down to focus as she opened up the clasp to my pants. They were loose khakis, comfortable for the trip. And once the clasp and zipper were undone, the whole thing fell easily to my ankles. My arms fell forward and I planted my palms against the wall behind her, leaning over Kaitlyn's body as she dropped my boxer shorts and studied the angry red cock in front of her face. I saw her head dart forward, ready to rush, but she calmed herself and took the time to lick me slowly from my balls all the way up to the crown of my cock from the underside. She kept her movements slow before finally tugging it down with her hand and taking the head inside her mouth. I loved seeing Kaitlyn's pouty lips stretched wide by my dick, and she paused to hum softly while sucking more and more of me inside. She stopped when I hit the back of her mouth, that being all she could take in. But with her hands on my legs she bobbed herself back and forth slowly. Kaitlyn still wasn't in a class with Taylor or Cassandra. But she was a lot better and more patient than our first attempt at this. She deliberately avoided using her hands on me, lest she squeeze too tight or hurt me. Instead she paced herself, worshipping my penis with her wet mouth. I soon realized I wasn't going to cum this way, but having a nubile 18-year-old sucking my dick was plenty of motivation to stay hard and aroused. And after letting her suckle for a good five minutes, I pulled her up and stepped out of my pants. My shirt came next, and then I was the only one naked. It was a situation I intended to remedy. Holding Kaitlyn's hand I strode back into her bedroom, being careful to close the door to her closet. I didn't want Taylor or anyone else upstairs to hear what was about to happen. Then I turned around and sat on the edge of the mattress. And staring lustfully at the teen vixen I said just one word, "Strip." She smiled and with youthful exuberance drew down the zipper to her jacket and shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing nothing but a nude-colored push-up bra with girlish laces around the rim. Swaying to some imagined music, she then turned around and bent down to touch her toes, gleefully showing off her tight legs and tighter ass. With her head still somewhere around her knees as she looked back at me, she reached up and tugged down at her track pants, pulling them down to her ankles and revealing a matching lace panty set, which covered only the upper half of her ass. I had long thought Taylor had the most perfect ass out of any woman I'd seen. But the firm perkiness of Kaitlyn's butt had me second-guessing that assessment. She then stood back up and turned, calling my attention to her chest as she reached back to unsnap the push-up bra. At least, I'd thought it was a push-up bra. But when the cups fell away to reveal her glorious naked breasts, they were just as firm and uplifting without the support. And with one more bend, she stripped down the panties, and the teenager was fully nude. My lust was at a full rage by now. I'd seen her naked once before, but having her slowly revealed to me once again had my pulse racing. Once Kaitlyn stood back up I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her next to me on the bed and whipping her light body around until she was flat on her back. I dipped my head to slurp one nipple into my mouth while my hands went to the smooth skin of her bare pussy, testing the waters so to speak and finding them abundantly moist and aroused. She bucked up with her hips, trying to capture more of my fingers, but I had other plans. I got to my knees between her legs, and holding Kaitlyn's thighs open for me, I nudged forward with my cock and settled the head between her gaping pussy lips. "Do it..." she breathed. And with a smugly satisfied grin, I pressed forward. Her tunnel was constrictingly tight. She may have seemed like a wanton slut in person, but clearly this cunt had not been stretched many times. And my progress took some time before I managed to get balls deep inside of her. Once inside, she clawed at my back until my chest was crushing her tits, and she held me tightly while savoring the filled sensation. And when I began moving my hips, she gasped and pleaded with me, "Slowly... you're so big..." But in my vengeance-riddled mind, I didn't particularly care for what she wanted. Kaitlyn was a sex toy to be used and abused. And so within another minute I was thrusting as fast as her tight channel would let me. In an effort to open her up wider and let me fuck harder, I rotated Kaitlyn's body in my powerful arms until she was somewhat on her side, her left leg between my knees. I lifted her right leg, splitting her almost in half as I raised her right foot above my shoulder. And from this sideways position I was able to thrust an extra few inches deeper, mesmerized by the jiggle of her tits each time I pounded forward. Kaitlyn whimpered helplessly in my grasp, but moaned at the same time as I dropped my right hand to finger her clit even as I continued my thrusting. And two minutes later, she began weeping in mixed pain and pleasure, her right hand trying to grip the sheets as her orgasm tore through her body. She shuddered in my grasp for almost a minute, and then her whole body relaxed and her pussy seemed to loosen up around me as her head collapsed to the bed. Further rotating her, I settled Kaitlyn to her knees in a doggy position without exiting her pussy. But her arms didn't have the strength and her face and tits were planted into the mattress with her arms strewn out in front of her. With a new grip on her hips, I used Kaitlyn's light body as a self-masturbation receptacle, keeping myself still while I flung her forward and back along my cock, impaling her to the hilt with every cycle. She was crying constantly, blubbering rambled pleas for me to wait or stop for just a moment, but incessantly I kept piledriving her thin body until her back locked up and she went rigidly still. All was quiet for half a second before she detonated, screaming an even bigger climax, her whole body wriggling in my grasp. The vibrations shooting from her pussy muscles onto my rod were finally too much for me, and gripping her ass tightly against me I grunted and began ejecting ropy lengths of cum deep inside Kaitlyn's body, shot after shot of semen bursting against the interior walls of her vagina. When we were both done, I pulled out and let a river of our mingled cum dribble out of her used body to stain the sheets. Kaitlyn was plastered face down, her limbs askew. Tear tracks still streaked her eyes as she blinked and moaned a pained, "Wow..." Sitting back on my heels, I let my eyes rove over her naked body. Kaitlyn's skin tone was perfect, without hint of tan lines and glowing with post-coital heat. I could not see an ounce of cellulite anywhere, not even on the back of her thighs, nor hint of a womanly pooch in front. She was all skinny-big-titted-perfect teenaged wet dream. And her compact ass cheeks were now drawing my attention. Kaitlyn was oblivious as she stared off into nowhere, reliving the past ten minutes of overwhelming bliss. And then I caught sight of the bottle of lotion on her bedside table. Grabbing it, I read the label of the peach-scented body lotion, and second later I was squeezing it out onto my hand where I began coating my slowly reviving penis. Stroking myself with eager anticipation, I soon felt the iron rigidity returning back to me. And squirting out a healthy glob of lotion into my hands, I rubbed it to heat it up before reaching out to Kaitlyn's unsuspecting body. She began to move while I began rubbing lotion into her asscheeks. They were so firm and tight that the two globes barely even touched each other, leaving a nice canyon for me. It was only when my lotion-covered fingers suddenly popped through her sphincter that Kaitlyn reacted, gasping in surprise. A second finger entered her and Kaitlyn was stirring before I planted one hand into the small of her back to pin her down. "Wait, I've never done that before." "You will for me," I commanded in a stern tone. I leaned over her back and whispered into her ear once again. "And you're going to love every second of it. Now relax..." I left Kaitlyn on her stomach, flat against the bed while I straddled her legs. "Spread your asscheeks for me, little one," I cooed. And obediently she reached back and spread herself beneath me. With careful aim, I nudged the head of my cock against her puckered rosebud, pressing firmly but slowly and whispering, "Relaxxxx..." She exhaled slowly, and in my hands I felt the tension leaving her and then abruptly the crown of my cock slipped inside. She squealed and panicked for a second, squeezing her ass tightly and tensing up her entire body, but I was already in as she clamped down around the head. "Shhh..." I intoned lowly. "Just relax..." And as I felt her muscles settling down I pressed downwards, holding her hips in my hand with me knees splayed out to the sides as the shaft burrowed deeper where no one had gone before. With just a few moans and a lot of pressure, I worked down until I was balls deep in this 18-year-old blonde baby's ass. "How does it feel?" I asked. "So full... I can't believe you're in my ass..." "Believe it." And then I pulled back, reveling in the sound of Kaitlyn gasping. And then coldly I shoved forward once again. I planted one hand against the back of Kaitlyn's neck, pinning her down even while my hips slammed down to pin her from the other end as well. The first tears dribbled out from her eyes once again, but they were accompanied by a moan of pleasure at the same time. Her butt may have been hurting painfully, but my little slut was getting off on my domination. And for the next ten minutes I rode her roughly, my cock splitting her wide open as it mercilessly drove up and down her nether hole. Wet circles were spreading on the sheets from Kaitlyn's tears and drool. She was almost completely helpless and unable to move as I had my way with her. And in the end her body tensed up with one orgasm. I wasn't even touching her, but perhaps her clit was rubbing against the mattress. And another minute after she'd come, I thrust down one last time and emptied my load into the dark bowels of her rectum. After I'd finished squeezing out the last drops from inside Kaitlyn's anal chute, I dismounted and strutted off to the bathroom to clean myself up. I left her violated body crumpled on the bed where she whimpered softly, thoroughly used up. When I returned, she had barely moved except to stretch out her sore neck. Her eyes were red from the crying. I dressed myself and then stopped only to tilt her head to me and finally, after everything we'd just done, finally I kissed her lips softly. A grateful and hopeful smile spread across Kaitlyn's face, and then I was out the door and headed back to my place. My rage had been sated. I no longer felt like walking in and killing Taylor with my bare hands. But the cold anger had not abated, and as I waited for the elevator, the thirst for a reckoning simmered inside of me. A woman who had betrayed me was waiting in my bedroom, and she and I were going to have a very, very intense discussion real soon. ------- Part 3: The Hermit Everything was calm in my home when I came through the door. Edward greeted me and Dorothy asked if I would like anything. I waved them both off with curt nods. They took the hint and melted into the background. Setting my jaw, I strode directly for my private quarters. Taylor was still awake and curled up in my bed, sort of half gazing at the ceiling contemplatively. Her face brightened when she saw me and she began to get up to welcome me. But then she caught the serious expression on my face, maybe even the anger in my eyes and she stopped, sitting upright on the bed with her legs tucked beneath her. "Johnny, what's wrong?" Her face was compassionate and concerned. "Taylor, I know you were the leak to the press." She gasped immediately. I pressed on, "I don't know if you did it yourself or if George was their contact. But I know you were responsible." My voice was steel and serious. She was instantly defensive and properly shocked. "Oh, Johnny... no! I mean, how could you think that I-" she began. "Stop it," I cut her off. "I found out. I KNOW." The tall, statuesque fashion model seemed to shrink three inches in a matter of seconds. I simply waited for her response as her gaze drifted downwards, her lips sagging into a pained frown. In the end, she sat down on the bed and hung her head. "How did you find out?" she asked the floor. "That's not really the point. The question is, why?" Taylor didn't answer. She kept her gaze on the floor, her bangs falling down and hiding her eyes as she sat still as a statue. "Taylor, why?" Still no answer. But a shudder went through her body. "How could you do that to me?" I stepped forward until I was standing right next to her. Still, she didn't answer. But after I waited another minute, silent and seething, she finally looked up at me. Her hair was still in her face and tears were running freely down her cheeks, smearing her mascara. Her eyes had dimmed until it seemed like there was no light left in them, a navy blue so deep they almost seemed black. And in a breathy voice I could barely hear her, she whispered, "I'm sorry..." She looked so pitiful, I didn't want to make her feel any worse than she already did. And yet the pain in my own heart wouldn't allow me to let her off that easily. So one more time I barked, "WHY?" "I'm sorry!" she wailed, squeezing her eyes shut. And then bawling, she curled over into a fetal position on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Ten minutes earlier, Kaitlyn crying while I reamed out her asshole was a turn on. Now, I felt my resolve crumbling watching Taylor like this. As angry as I was with her, I couldn't stand to see her this miserable. But I couldn't cave. And so faced with an inability to stop and comfort her and the same inability to keep pressing, I made the only decision left. I walked away. I'd gotten as far as the bedroom door when Taylor called out, "Johnny!" I stopped, but did not turn around. "I love you..." she said softly, her voice cracking. Without answering, I gritted my teeth and opened the door. I slammed it behind me, closing it with finality. I stalked down the hallway and went to my office. At least, it was supposed to be my office. That was where all the financial records and computer equipment were stored. But Cassandra used it far more than I ever did. Cassandra was actually in there when I walked in, plugged into the network and catching up on a week's worth of documents. She looked up and immediately took note of the flames shooting out of my eyeballs. And immediately she asked, "Jonathan, are you alright?" Despite what had happened between us, her first instinct was for my welfare. But this realization passed and irritably I waved her out of the office. "I need the privacy." Unconvinced that she couldn't serve me better by staying and lending her support, she hesitated. After all, she'd always been there for me in the past. But when I waved her away again she obeyed and quickly packed her things. Once Cassandra had left, I settled into the luxurious deskchair she'd just vacated, feeling the warm leather surrounding my body. And staring into the far wall, I began to recall everything that had happened to me, starting with Nicole, continuing on to Paris and Cassandra, and finally to my long time friend Taylor. It had all started with Jonathan Kendall's will and this inheritance. It had already killed my father and now I truly began to wonder if I'd also inherited a curse. ------- The knock at the door shook me from my reverie... mostly. I'd been such a fool, running around like a chicken with my head cut off ever since I'd left my old apartment to go to lunch at Geno's Café with Taylor. In fact, since the news broke about my inheritance, the only time I'd stopped to think had been those first few days holed up inside my own home. Staying inside and ignoring the rest of the world was starting to sound like a very good idea. Hell, staying inside this office so I could ignore Cassandra too didn't sound too bad. The knock sounded again, louder this time. This time I completely returned to the present and called out, "Come in!" Edward popped in. "Sorry to bother you sir. But Miss Brynn's car has arrived to return her home, and she wanted to speak with you before she left." I sighed and sank deeper into my desk chair. "Tell her I'll call her later." And with that I swiveled around, looking away and effectively ending the conversation. Behind me, I heard the door close. I didn't really intend to call Taylor. After all, what would be the point? How could I ever trust her again? Maybe she had been sincere in her feelings for me. Maybe not. Certainly, I had been a casual friend and a convenient fuckbuddy who didn't complain for years. Only when I struck it rich did she suddenly want to be in every moment of my life. First she wanted people to reference her as my girlfriend. Then she wanted to spend the night with me after years of always heading back to her own apartment after she was done using me. How could I NOT believe everything had just been an act to get at my money and leech some media exposure? I spun my head in circles for the next hour, and at some point I figured if I kept up my obsessive attempts to understand, I might actually go insane. It was quite late in the evening, and after my stomach started growling I decided to get dinner now, lest I have to wake Dorothy to get something to eat. I ate and then eventually, sometime around midnight, I finally exhausted myself and collapsed into bed, sleeping fitfully. ------- SUNDAY Consciousness seeped into my brain slowly, and through my still-closed eyelids I could see the red haze of morning light. And as various nerve endings awoke along my body, I felt a familiar sensation. Someone was sucking on my dick. Before the sandy crust would allow my eyelids to open, I smiled and reached up a hand to touch Taylor's head. And under my fingers, I felt the tight locks of her braids as they ran past her scalp and longer towards her shoulders. Wait, Taylor had short hair. Cassandra? The morning sunlight blinded me for a few moments as I cracked my eyelids open, but eventually I was able to focus on the blonde braids and lower down see Kaitlyn's smiling face stretched wide by my cock in her mouth. Supple touch, no teeth, ticklish tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft... she was getting MUCH better at this. I glanced over her skimpy lingerie set, bra and panties designed to be seen and be seductive, and then another figure caught my attention and I almost crawled out of bed in surprise. There was a cute redhead sitting in the plush armchair next to my bed, clad only in the thin cotton of pajama shorts and a tank top. Her large breasts strained at the thin fabric, threatening to snap the delicate shoulder straps. Looking upwards I finally recognized the youthful face as Lindsay, Kaitlyn's best friend whom I'd met at the Reynolds' house party. She was breathing heavily with one hand in her shorts, frigging constantly and her nipples were hard cones poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. And then Kaitlyn made another long sucking motion as she shoved more and more of my meat into her mouth until I felt the head nudging into her throat. Still inexperienced, Kaitlyn gagged and then popped off me, flashing me a silly grin. "I'll learn, I promise. We'll just have to keep practicing and practicing until I get it right!" I just nodded my approval and held her head when she went back down on me. And this time, Lindsay spoke up. "Go ahead and try your hand now. But remember, keep your grip loose enough that you don't hurt him." On command, Kaitlyn brought up her right hand, circling around the shaft and pumping slowly while her lips stayed up around my crown. Lindsay kept up her instructions while Kaitlyn worked closer and closer to bringing me off. "So I'm guessing Lindsay is the reason your technique has gotten so much better?" I queried, grunting lightly. Kaitlyn popped off me just long enough to say, "Yeah. Her boyfriend is older and experienced and Wilmer's been teaching her for years." "Years?" I turned to Lindsay. "How old are you?" Lindsay went bright red. "Uh... uh... Kaitlyn's mistaken. It hasn't been that long. We've only been officially dating since I turned eighteen." "Right..." I muttered, then grunted as Kaitlyn's tongue hit a sensitive spot. Whatever Lindsay was teaching her, I wanted her to keep it up. I leaned back into my pillow and just enjoyed the blowjob, my hand resting on Kaitlyn's head. The hot nymphet moaned happily as I pressed her further down around my cock, forcing her to take more and more of me until I was wedging part-way into her throat. She gasped for air, gagging slightly. But despite the tears of minor pain trickling from her eyelids, her vermillion gaze was bright and aroused. I let go of her head and she pulled back for a moment, inhaling sharply. "Gawd, this is a great cock." And once she got her wind back her hot little mouth was around my dick once again. And when my hips began shaking and my breath was coming in shorter gasps, Lindsay moaned and worked her own clit even harder. Kaitlyn was moaning as well at hearing me approaching eruption, now speeding up faster and faster and gripping me tighter and tighter the way she'd first attempted on me so long ago. At this moment of climax, though, such a rough approach worked out just fine. I grunted and twitched as my balls uncoiled and blasted a torrent of cum upwards through my shaft. A moment later, the geyser burst forth and began spewing into the back of Kaitlyn's mouth. She squealed and immediately began swallowing happily. The sound of my grunting was joined by a cry of pleasure from Lindsay as she came as well, and together our sounds filled the room while I continued to spurt down Kaitlyn's throat. When she had milked every drop out of me, Kaitlyn sat up with a smug look on her face. "Much better," I conceded with a satisfied expression. Still thoroughly aroused, Lindsay clambered onto the bed next to her friend. "Can I have a taste?" she husked, a desperate look in her eyes. Kaitlyn half-freaked out, gazing right at me expecting some judgement and looking embarrassed. "Trust me," Lindsay intoned. "He won't mind." And she took Kaitlyn's head in her hands and extended her tongue to seek out every trace of jism left inside of Kaitlyn's mouth. I almost got hard right away seeing the hot teenagers swapping spit. And even when all semen had to have been used up, Lindsay moaned and kept up her passionate liplock while Kaitlyn moaned in further arousal. Kaitlyn reached down with her hand, searching momentarily before she found my wet cock and she began to stroke me urgently. Lindsay grinned into their kiss realizing just how horny Kaitlyn was at this point, and she reached around to unclasp her blonde friend's bra. I moaned inside my own throat watching the soft cloth cups pull away, loosening but not coming off until Lindsay dragged the bra straps across Kaitlyn's toned arms. Kaitlyn's gravity-defying tits spilled out and then I was taking over. I moved Kaitlyn around until she was flat on her back, then reached down to drag her panties away, leaving nothing but a fully nude and hairless young sex goddess in my bed. "Gawdamn, I want your cock," the blonde gasped. "And you're gonna get it. All of it." Lindsay crawled back into her chair to enjoy the show while I stripped away my boxers from around my knees. And settling between Kaitlyn's hips, I pulled the toned and tanned teen towards me as I slowly buried my pecker to the root inside of her. The blonde teenager was still as tight as last night, and the pressure on my rod was absolutely intense. She groaned as the thick tool stretched her innards, her hands on her own tits rubbing and caressing while I drilled down and then out in slow rhythm. Last night I'd been in a lust-filled rage, reaming out this girl without any caring. This time I wanted to go slower, almost to the point of making love, but not quite. Kaitlyn, however, had other ideas. "Fuck my little pussy," she begged. "Fuck me harder..." "Carve her out. She likes a little pain," Lindsay offered from her perch next to us. I nodded my understanding; I remembered from last night. And so I pulled back and thrust forward harshly, banging my crotch into hers. And then I did it again, adding more and more power to each thrust. "Harder! Harder! Ohhh, hurt me, John! Pound the shit out of me!" "I'm gonna pound you, Kaitlyn," I growled down at her. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk at all this afternoon. I'm gonna split you open and then fill your tight little hole with all my cum." She just squealed in delighted anticipation. So with a tight grip on Kaitlyn's delicate shoulders, I was actually flinging her light body down against my crotch as my legs drove me forwards, crashing our pelvises together and promising that her pubic bone would be bruised by the time we were done. And after another few minutes of pounding the shit out of her, Kaitlyn's back arched off the bed and she cried out to the world that she was cumming. I fucked steadily through her climax, and when Kaitlyn came down from her high she whimpered happily, "Mmm... fuck, that's great..." Kaitlyn let out a long sigh. And then craning her head up with her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight, she asked, "Wanna fuck my ass again?" Lindsay sat up straight, disbelief clear on her face. "You did NOT." "Sure did," Kaitlyn retorted. "He took that virginity last night!" Kaitlyn giggled and then moaned as I banged into her extra hard. "Fuck my ass, John!" "Anything you want, sweetie." With a wicked grin, I slowed down and kept drilling her pussy while my arm reached out to my nightstand. I had a bottle of Astroglide just in case, no need to improvise with peach-scented lotion this time. Taylor had already emptied half of the bottle, but there was still plenty to lube myself up and also squeeze two fingers full into Kaitlyn's anus. And then with her legs hoisted up over my shoulders and Kaitlyn's hands spreading her own cheeks wide, I aimed for her brown star and then pushed. Kaitlyn howled at the ceiling when the head popped through her sphincter. Just like last night, she squealed and clammed up tighter than anything for a moment, but as I gently traced the undersides of her breasts and rubbed her abs she slowly relaxed and allowed me to sink into her anal chute an inch at a time. "Holy shit. I can't believe he's in your ass!" Lindsay proclaimed. "How does it feel?" "How the fuck do you think it feels?!" Kaitlyn shot back through gritted teeth. It feels like there's a fucking baseball bat splitting me in half!" She moaned, and when I eventually got balls deep into her rectum her legs dropped off my shoulders and spread wide before me, her feet pointing off to the sides. "But ohhhh it's such a wonderfully full sensation..." I just grunted and then began pumping her asshole with my cock. If Kaitlyn wanted to carry out a sexual investigation with her best friend, I was all for it as long as I got to be the dick experimenting on her fantastic body. From this position, Kaitlyn was able to reach down and finger her clit while my shaft went in and out of her ass in constant rhythm. Her head lolled back and forth along my pillows as I reamed her out harder and harder. "Damn, it hurts so wonderfully!" she groaned, the tears coming into her eyes now and dribbling down her cheeks. And as her body began twitching in approach of orgasm, I was seized with a sudden inspiration. Kaitlyn was already breathing hard and bucking her hips at me as I drilled her asshole, and when I saw the first shudders in her chest I reached forward and gripped her neck, squeezing softly. Kaitlyn panicked at the momentary suffocation and tried to scream, but with the sudden oxygen loss her body locked up and she climaxed harder than I'd ever seen her, the violent jolt of her hips almost enough to dislodge my dick. I let go immediately and she gasped, her mouth wide open in a wordless scream as her eyes rolled back in her head while her body continued to quake. I had already been nearing my own finish and with her entire body vibrating around my dick I lost control. And after two more thrusts into Kaitlyn's spasming ass I let loose, shooting gobs of cum into the depths of Kaitlyn's bowels. And in the end, Kaitlyn's eyes closed down and her body sagged as she passed out. Lindsay was out of her chair in an instant. "Kaitlyn!" she shrieked in full-blown panic. "Kaitlyn!" She got to her friend's unconscious form and then took note of the shallow breathing and look of utter bliss on the young blonde's face. With a little fear and a lot of awe, the redhead looked at me. "What did you do to her?" "Nothing really. I just think she had a fantastic orgasm. Give her a few minutes and she'll come around." Slowly, I pulled my softening cock out of her, followed by a trail of my jism mixing with the waterfall of girlcum flowing out of Kaitlyn's pussy. I made mental note to have Dorothy change my sheets and staggered off into the bathroom to clean up, ignoring the teenagers still on my bed. When I returned, Kaitlyn was groggy but awake, still blissfully floating on Cloud 9. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," she gasped in amazement. She was still half in a dream-state as Lindsay and I got her vertical. We helped Kaitlyn back to my closet and down the ladder where the two girls had obviously come in. Lindsay would take care of her friend from that point on. I closed the trap door and shook my head at how easily they'd come in while I was sleeping. I resolved at that point to get a lock for the trap door. Not that I would necessarily prevent Kaitlyn from coming in and sucking my dick first thing in the morning. But the lock would still be nice to have just in case. ------- I was just getting dressed into my clothes for the day when my cell phone rang. Leaving my shirt half-buttoned, I reached out and checked the display. It was Taylor. Filled with a flashback of the rage I'd felt yesterday, I scowled and hit END. I finished getting dressed and then headed out to get breakfast. I found Edward and Dorothy chatting at the kitchen counter, Edward on a stool drinking coffee. Cassandra was not too far away, sitting at the breakfast table with her laptop and a half-empty plate of pancakes and eggs. Cassandra saw me and then immediately she looked down. "Uh, sorry, sir. I'll just get out of your way." This had to end. Just days ago she'd been a warm and affectionate woman with whom I'd shared many intimate moments. This awkwardness simply would not do. "Miss Cooper," I began sternly. She stopped and looked at me. "Take a vacation." Her eyes went wide in fear for a moment. "No, no. I'm not firing you. I like you too much as a person and you're doing an excellent job. Somehow despite my attempts to spend more and more money you've actually grown my portfolio by six percent in less than two weeks and I haven't had to deal with a single bit of paperwork. Everything is efficient and perfect. But this... thing... between us has got to stop." Almost sheepishly, she nodded. "So take a vacation. Go home. See your mom. Relax. Call me when you're ready to come back and look me in the eye again." Cassandra flashed me a warm smile, something I'd not seen from her in far too long. But then she hesitated. "But sir, what about you? Should I find a temporary replacement?" "No, no," I waved her off. "I don't plan on leaving this apartment for a while. There're just too many complications outside right now and I want things to cool off. I survived on my own long before you or this money ever showed up and I want to relax in the simple pleasures for a few days. No, I'll be here, and you don't have to worry about me. I'm sure Dorothy will keep me well fed and healthy." ------- So with Cassandra gone, I settled into my private lounge with my oversized TV to relax. I hooked up the latest PlayStation and killed time (and CGI creatures) for the next several hours. My mind was on autopilot, and I relished the uncluttered feeling. No romantic entanglements to fret over. No financial records. Just me and the buttons and a big fucking laser cannon to blow shit up with. Dorothy had to remind me to eat, bringing my lunch to me. Most of it got devoured right away, I hadn't realized how hungry I was getting. The rest got nibbled at over the next two hours as I continued obliterating evil and saving the world. Taylor called me two more times and I hit END immediately upon recognizing her caller ID both times. In the end, I got tired of being interactive with the TV and just wanted to zone out and let the TV entertain me. So I turned off the PlayStation and returned to cable. Of course, the very first thing I saw on television was the afternoon edition of Celebrity Sightings. In a series of still photographs, I was shown holding hands with Taylor at the airport and someone had even gotten a few shots of me and her in France. The breathy newsgirl rambled on about New York's 'It' couple jetting off to Paris for a romantic holiday. A week ago I would have been worrying about Nicole seeing the broadcast. Now I was just pissed off that in the end, Taylor won. Whether I acknowledged it or not, she was known as my girlfriend. And even a bad breakup would now boost her career to higher levels of fame. Angrily I changed the channel. My cell phone rang again. I prepared to fling the offending contraption against the wall and shatter it like I had the last phone, but the caller ID surprised me. It read 'Mom'. I took a long, deep breath, and then hit the TALK button and gingerly pressed the Bluetooth earpiece to my head. "Hi, Mom." "Jonnatan! Whehh have you binn?" After the first moment of adjustment, I quickly adapted to the accent I'd been hearing my entire life. "Why you go to Paris?" Why was she asking where I've been if she knew I was in Paris? Anyways... "It's a long story, mom. But basically I just wanted to get away from New York and get away from the news cameras for a little while." "Well, thank you for telling me you were leaving the country. What was I supposed to think? One minute, I believe my son is just an hour's drive away from Westchester, close by in case I'm dying of a heart attack. The next minute, I find out from the news that he was gone across the world for a week! What if I needed you?" "Mom... don't be melodramatic." Like my mom always did, she ignored the comment and continued along her planned script. "So this girl. This is the same girl you fell in love with in college?" "Yes, mom," I sighed. I didn't like where this conversation was going. The last thing I needed was to rehash my history with Taylor. But I couldn't lie to my mother. "The same girl you come home and tell me you going to marry?" "Yes, mom. And her name is Taylor." I'd half-forgotten I'd been THAT infatuated with her. What could I do? She was one of the most popular and beautiful women on campus, and she'd agreed to go out with me. "How long you date this girl? In college?" "About a week. And you can call her 'Taylor'. She's not just 'this girl'." "Then this girl break your heart. Right?" "Yes, mom." I rolled my eyes. When she got annoyed, her grammar always began to slip. "So what make you think this girl love you now? Yeah, she pretty. But this girl break your heart in college. Date you for one week, then leave. Then you get rich! Now this girl want to date you again. What are you thinking?" "Mom, it's not that simple." Oh, crap. She was speaking so fast I could barely keep up. "I figured it out myself anyways!" "What? What did you say?" "I said I understand. I know she's probably after the money. I'm NOT dating her." I decided to skip over the I'm-fell-back-in-love-with-her-and-THEN-found-out-and- sent-her-away story. "Mom, don't believe everything you see on the news." "Hmph... then why they have so many pictures of you?" "Well, uh, you said it yourself... She is very pretty." She growled on the phone, but seemed less upset. "Men. Always think with their pee-pee." I had to change the subject before she continued on that train of thought. "What about you, mom. How are you doing? You're not really going to have a heart attack or anything, right?" "No. No heart attack. Unless I find out you leave the country without telling me!" "I won't. I promise. But, how about the rest? I mean, I'm sorry I never thought about this before, but a lot of this money really belongs to you. You were the mother of his son." "Oh, well..." she got really quiet all of a sudden. "You don't have to worry about me, Jonathan." Something in her tone was off. "Why not?" "Well, I never told you before. But when your father became rich, he made sure we were taken care of. I couldn't tell you about him. But he set up several hidden trust funds for me. Don't worry about me. I have plenty of money." I thought back to her beat up Honda and our modest house. True, she was in a very nice neighborhood up in Westchester and she had a successful career, but we'd never been extravagant. Perhaps she'd gone to extra lengths to hide her financial situation. Either way, it was a surprising revelation that Jonathan Kendall had been helping her out for a long time, and I chuckled at the news. "Well, don't worry about me. I've been enjoying myself but I won't let the money go to my head. And I'll be careful about women, too." Well, at least careful not to get married and owe half the fortune to someone without being DAMNED sure. I wasn't sure how careful about women I could be with eighteen-year-old nymphos throwing themselves at me. Still, after I finally hung up with my mom and stared out the window, it was a sobering thought. I had to distrust every single woman who professed to love me from now on. Every time I wanted to get close to anyone, male or female, I had to wonder if they were truly my friend or only after the wealth. The publicity had scared away a nice girl like Nicole. The position had prevented Cassandra from letting herself get close to me. The fame had turned Taylor into a disloyal media slut. And the money was obviously Kaitlyn's goal. It was as if my father's will had been a nuclear bomb in my life. A bright flash of light for a moment and then nothing but disaster. The phone started vibrating in my hand and I stared down at it in weary amazement. NOW WHAT?! But as the ring tone sounded off I saw the caller ID. It was Nicole. I was in such shock that the ring kept going and going, almost to the point of hitting my voicemail before I managed to press the TALK button. "Hello?" "John?" came the voice, quivering and nervous. "Nicole?" I wondered, even though I knew it was her. "Yeah, uh. I'm really sorry about what happened between us." "Me, too." In a flash, all my feelings for her came crashing into me, including both the joy of falling in love and the pain of her shutting me out. "But, I'm not actually calling to talk about that." I felt the short dip in my heart, like a surprise dip on a roller coaster before recovering. I hadn't realized I was hoping she was calling to reconcile until after she said that. "It's alright. What's going on?" "Um... I don't know how to say this. And you're really under no obligation! I have no right to ask anything of you. But I'm a little desperate and-" "Nicole," I soothed. "Ask me anything." "My mom has cancer." Her voice broke and I could already hear Nicole crying on the other end of the line. "It's this weird, obscure thing and they already tried operating and we thought everything was going to be fine but we just found out last week that it's not going to be fine and the doctors say she'll be dead in like two months if she doesn't get this experimental procedure but it's not covered by her insurance and it's VERY expensive and the hospital in Hartford is willing to pick up some of the tab but we just can't afford the rest and-" "I'll take care of it," I interrupted. There was stunned silence for a good five seconds from her end of the line. And then eventually she asked in a shell-shocked voice, "What?" "I said I'll pay for it." Nicole started bawling right away. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod... I don't know what to say, John. Thank you, thank you-" "Don't worry about it," I told her. "It's about time that damned fortune did some good in this world." ------- I explained how things would work for two minutes, and Nicole calmed down enough to write everything down. She promised she'd stay by her phone for the next hour or so to get the callback. After hanging up with Nicole, I left my earpiece in and hit the speed dial to a new number. She didn't pick up the first time I called her. But when I dialed her right away again, she picked up and said in a surprised voice, "Jonathan?" "Hi Cassandra. How are you doing?" "I'm... I'm alright. Is everything okay with you? Do you need me back?" "Oh, no, no. Nothing like that. But I need you to arrange something for me. Unfortunately, it can't wait until you get back." I outlined the situation for Nicole's mother and gave her Nicole's cell phone number. Cassandra then went off on a five minute explanation that had something to do with donating the money to the hospital and getting tax credits and other mumbo- jumbo. But the bottom line was that Nicole's mother would get her surgery and I would get around any financial liabilities. I trusted Cassandra to handle things. Almost the best thing about the conversation was that Cassandra got caught up in her work, with her mind whirling around for complication solutions to what I'm sure was a more even complicated process than I thought. In fact, she got so caught up that all the earlier awkwardness and emotional turmoil was gone, and we were talking as easily as things had once been between us. In the end, I did ask. "How's your mom?" "She's doing great. We've... we've had a lot to talk about. About your father, about us. But I'm feeling much better about everything." "That's good..." I trailed off. "Look, I just want you to know there's no pressure to come back right away. Take as much time as you need." "Thank you... Jonathan. That's very generous." "Well, I can afford it. I'll see you when I see you." "Bye." ------- That evening, Taylor called again. I almost felt like calling the phone company to have her number blocked. But I hesitated. One day very soon, I would talk to her again and we would have things out. But not today... I was sitting on my sofa idly watching TV when a soft knock sounded off. Automatically I called out, "Come in!", then looked over to the door expecting to see Edward announcing someone or Dorothy asking if I needed dessert after the wonderful dinner she'd already provided. But that door never opened. Instead, I heard a giggle coming from the other side of me. I looked up to see Lindsay, fully dressed, but not in an outfit typical for daily wear. She giggled at my confusion. Didn't I tell myself to get a lock for that damned trap door? Lindsay leaned against the door frame and crooked a finger to me. "There's someone waiting for you... and she's dressed just like me..." Already I felt a twitch in my cock. "Kaitlyn's really obsessed with fucking me, isn't she?" Lindsay laughed, backing away as I followed her back into my bedroom. "What can I say? She gushes about you being the best she's ever had." "And she doesn't mind you watching?" I queried. "Nope. Actually, I think it turns her on even more. Why? Do you mind?" And with that Lindsay was already cupping one heaving breast. "Not at all." And then we'd arrived. Kaitlyn was indeed waiting for me on my bed, clad in the same outfit as her best friend. The two of them were wearing what appeared to be their High School cheerleading outfits. Both girls had their hair up in a pair of ponytails decorated with color-coordinating green and yellow ribbons. The uniforms were basically white long-sleeved turtlenecks and green plunging-V-necked shell tops with yellow trim, enough to cover their bodies and yet made from remarkably thin, body-hugging fabric to show off every curve of their bounteous bosoms. The bottoms were green pleated skirts to allow freedom of movement, similarly trimmed in yellow and stopping well short of their knees. Green and white shoes completed the ensemble and as the girls turned around in unison and bent to touch their toes, I could clearly see that neither of them was wearing any panties. But it was just a quick flash and then both girls spun around and posed for me, hips jutting off to the sides and arms outstretched as if cheering for some invisible team. "You like?" Lindsay asked. I just glanced down at the hard cock tenting my lounge pants in answer. And then Lindsay turned and held Kaitlyn's cheeks in her hands, leaning forward to press their cherry red-lipsticked mouths together. I moaned underneath my breath seeing the blonde and redheaded teenagers making out, and simply bided my time waiting for their plot to unfold. I knew they would involve me sooner than later, well, at least Kaitlyn would. Lindsay was just here to tease me. And as if in response to that line of thought, Lindsay moved Kaitlyn back towards my bed and pushed her down until Kaitlyn was laying flat on her back. Kaitlyn's firm tits filled her top and pointed up to the ceiling, not sagging at all. And Lindsay flipped up the front of Kaitlyn's skirt so that the moisture on her naked vaginal lips reflected the bedroom lights. I was so tempted to pounce on her right then and there, but held back. I knew it would be worth the wait. As Lindsay kept moving, I saw that Kaitlyn's hands had been tied together with a loose handkerchief and bound to my headboard. It was a very light show of bondage. Kaitlyn could wriggle free if she really needed to. But I should have expected something like this from a girl this kinky. She was panting with excitement as I began stripping out of my day clothes. I'd never gotten fully dressed, instead wandering around my apartment all day in a loose t-shirt and lounge pants. And as my erection came into view, Kaitlyn gasped and mimed trying to suck it. I looked at Lindsay, who smirked and crawled into her armchair to watch. And then I moved forward to straddle Kaitlyn's chest and slowly lower my cock towards her open mouth. At first, I slowly moved in and kept pushing until her head was against the pillow and she'd crammed as much of my dick into her mouth as she could. If I just held that position I'd start choking her, but instead I pulled back until just the crown was left between her lips. She moaned happily, her arms tucked back as she was helpless to stop me from doing anything to her. I felt a rush of adrenaline seeing the nubile cheerleader trapped beneath me, still in uniform. And grabbing the top of the headboard I began to pump my hips back and forth, truly fucking Kaitlyn's mouth as she just whimpered and took whatever I gave her. The sound of my rod entering and pulling back soon became a wet plopping sound as she salivated around the shaft and drooled a bit, unable to control her reactions as I drilled her face. This was a very naughty fantasy made real. Her bright green eyes never left mine as I stared down at the wonderful view. Every time the head pushed against her throat she choked a little, but despite her momentary losses of breath there was the hint of a smile around her lips as I kept pushing in and out. Tears were bubbling in the corners of her mouth as she fought to get her breath, and despite my arousal I was careful to make sure I didn't actually suffocate her. Apart from that concern, she was just a warm, wet hole for me to fill, and I was enjoying every moment of it. But when I felt myself getting close to shooting off, I backed out. I wanted to make this last. At the very least, I didn't want to stain her uniform. And so with Kaitlyn's wonderful body trapped and vulnerable before me, I kissed my way down her body, tugging various articles of clothing out of the way as I went. I lifted the hem of her top, pushing it into a bunched up mess above her volcanic tits, leaving them bare to my gaze while the material rolled up high around her chest. And then I moved lower down until I reached the junction between her thighs, pushing her skirt up to cover her belly button but leave her wet pussy completely exposed. She was already coated with layers upon layers of feminine nectar, and the sheets were stained beneath her. If we kept this up, Dorothy would get really tired of changing them out. I gripped Kaitlyn's thighs and spread them out until she was basically in a lotus position, and ducking my head I reached out my tongue to taste her sweet honey. Somehow, no matter how wonderful Taylor or Cassandra tasted, nothing could match the sweetness of an eighteen-year-old still in the flower of youth. And Kaitlyn was already so revved up she came within ten seconds of me eating her pussy. I laughed to myself at her arousal and just bore down even harder, bringing up two fingers to plunge inside of her and prepare the way while I nibbled on her clit, bringing her off twice more in quick succession. Kaitlyn was crying out non-stop, whimpering with passion as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. And then came the soft plea... "Hurt me... just a little... but hurt me, please..." My plan of action came to mind immediately, and roughly I twisted her body until she was facedown on the pillow but propped up on her knees. Her hands were still bound to the headboard, but her prone body left her ass right in my face. I lifted the back of her skirt and tucked it into her waistband, firmly keeping the cloth out of my way. Without warning I let fly my hand to smack against her asscheek, forcing her to cry out in pain, "Aaahhh!" There was a red imprint of my hand on her white cheeks. But before the color faded I spanked her again. "Aaahhh!" she cried, followed but a gutteral moan. Ten times I spanked her ass, and with each successive slap I could actually see her vaginal lips opening up wider for me. And after the tenth, I guided my hard cock and slammed my way all the way into her quivering quim in one thrust. She screamed her loudest of the evening, and then I was hammering away at her backside with my hips as I pounded her pussy with all the force I could muster. I loved the rush of power as I drilled the teenaged cheerleader, still fully clothed in her uniform save for the panties. The green and yellow blended in my eyes, somehow more sexy than Kaitlyn would have been fully nude. She was wailing in short staccato bursts with each bang of our hips, and squealed even louder when I reached around her body and underneath the top to grip her bare tits, pulling harshly on Kaitlyn's nipples as I used them as grips to fling her body against my crotch in rhythm with my thrusting. Sweat was dripping off my forehead and splattering against her spine as my body was overheating from this anaerobic exercise, staying at full throttle perhaps beyond my body's limits. But I was having way too much fun to slow down. And Kaitlyn's shrieks picked up another notch when I pulled one hand back to continue spanking her, even as my crotch bounced off her asscheeks as well. She'd already climaxed once from this machine-fucking, and she'd begun hyperventilating the longer we kept going on. Actually, so was I. If we kept fucking much longer, we might both pass out. But mercifully, as the oxygen was sucked away from my brain, my balls began their compressing. And thirty seconds later, Kaitlyn wailed out her orgasm and her inner muscles squeezed down on me, triggering my own release. Her wail filled the room and I bellowed in answer as I slammed forward one last time, ejecting a lava flow of hot cum into Kaitlyn's spasming wet sheath where it splashed up against her womb. Burst after burst of semen blew out of me, filling her up to the brim. And then, as our consciousness threatened to slip away, we both collapsed against the bed, breathing heavily and desperate to reclaim oxygen for our addled brains. A long minute passed before a girl's voice broke the silence. I'd almost forgotten Lindsay was there. "Wow... that was fucking incredible..." Kaitlyn began to wriggle her wrists in a futile attempt to free herself from the awkward position, her cheek mashed against the pillow and steam visibly rising from her sweaty body. As Lindsay came over to free her friend, we both saw the obvious damp circle spreading across Lindsay's skirt. Kaitlyn tried to giggle, a difficult task when short of breath. "Hmm... do you want to fuck him, now?" I was exhausted for the moment, but the idea made me arch an eyebrow. "Oh... I told you not to ask me that. You know I want to. But... but my boyfriend, right?" "Right, right," Kaitlyn conceded. I had to agree. I didn't want to be the 'other man' to Lindsay's boyfriend. "But I KNOW you want a taste. And there's got to be a gallon on spunk leaking out of me right now. Kaitlyn's hands were freed and she flopped over onto her back, spreading her legs and stirring at the gooey mess oozing from between her legs. Lindsay glanced at me for a moment. Kaitlyn caught the look and grinned. "You were the one who said 'He won't mind' this morning." And then Kaitlyn turned to me. "Most guys we know aren't that good at oral sex. So Lindsay and I have been eating each other out to make up for what they can't get right." Then Kaitlyn turned back to her friend. "So there. Now he knows, so it's not like you can keep things a secret or anything. Now get down there and EAT ME!" Lindsay's eyes lit up and she dove down, desperately slurping at Kaitlyn's pussy and swallowing down every taste of man juice she could find. I lay back and caught my breath, gathering my strength as I watched the Sapphic display before me. It was even more entertaining as Kaitlyn's skirt fell back down and half-covered Lindsay's head, though it did not obscure what was obviously going on down there. Two eighteen-year-old vixens making love to each other was a fantasy every guy dreams of. And even when Lindsay was done and there was nothing left to drink down, she showed no signs of letting up. But when Kaitlyn crested over into yet another climax, she sank deeper into the bed and tried to push Lindsay's head away. "Oh, I'm too tired. I'm too tired. Oh, come ON..." But Lindsay was persistent, thoroughly aroused from watching our fuck session and still too horny to stop. Kaitlyn wailed, "There's nothing left in me. But there's a lot of cum drying on his dick. Both mine and his. Go get that!" With lust in her eyes, Lindsay moved over without question and before I could react she'd slurped my penis into her mouth. It was rapidly hardening and she was working quickly to caress and lick every square millimeter of me to capture every possible taste. I could only lay my head back and enjoy the pleasurable sensations as Lindsay's talented mouth brought me back to diamond hardness. Damn, this girl was as good a cocksucker as Taylor! And I was extremely fortunate that a girl of her talent was the one teaching Kaitlyn to blow me. But even when I had been completely cleaned up from everything except for Lindsay's saliva, the redhead kept attacking me. Her mind was lost to her arousal, a crazy look in her eyes as she licked and nibbled and swalllowed desperately. She began deepthroating me as if that would somehow sate her lust, cramming all of my shaft down her throat until her lips were sucking at the base, tasting every possible part of my cock. And when she popped off me for the last time, her hands still frigging the shaft, she set her lips in a hard line and then groaned, "Fuck it!" I'd barely moved before she sat up and straddled my hips. And with my dick still in her grip, she sank herself onto me. "Ohhh, shit!" she cried out, flinging her body onto me harder and harder until she'd worked it all the way into her and her crotch was pressed down against my body. "Fuuuuuuck..." She groaned. I couldn't move, only soak in the feelings as she began to fuck herself upon me, using my dick like a dildo as she rode me harshly. Her arms crossed down and a second later her cheerleader tops were fluttering through the air somewhere behind her, leaving Lindsay's big breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. The fabulous globes were capped with hard conical nipples that were quite difficult to focus on, despite my best efforts, because they were juggling around so much. Just after fucking a fully clothed blonde teen cheerleader, I was now fucking a redheaded teen cheerleader wearing nothing but her green skirt and shoes. And now that I could see her without clothes, I could evaluate what a tight sex bomb she was: skinny, almost anorexic, with oversized tits. Just waiting for me to bend her over and give her something to remember. Life was good. Kaitlyn seemed to recover, and while her best friend continued to drill her light body upon me, she leaned in and grabbed Lindsay's head, pulling her face in for a tongue-penetrating kiss. Kaitlyn's hands roamed around Lindsay's tits, and the two girls swapped spit as Lindsay bounced up and down in my lap. Lindsay tripped off into her climax very quickly. And once she did I decided to take the initiative. I grabbed onto her hips and without exiting her body, rolled us over until I was on top and jackhammering my hips to give this new eighteen- year-old pussy the fucking of her young life. My tongue was on her nipples and my teeth were at her neck as my hands held onto Lindsay's hips, pinning her against the bed as my shaft pistoned in and out of her at a rapid pace. She just moaned a constant barrage of "Ohh" "Yes" "Ughh" and "Mmmm" in an incoherent but wonderfully arousing aural assault. These girls both seemed to get off on hard fucking and that was exactly what I wanted to give them. I bodyslammed Lindsay's hips into the mattress with each push, and after another minute she was screaming so loud directly into my ear that my head was ringing as her pussy spasmed in fresh climax. And when she was finished I pulled out and flipped the nubile girl over. Just like I'd done to Kaitlyn, I tucked the skirt's hem back into her waistband, leaving her ass bare as I stepped forward and sank my cock into her quivering cunt once again. It was moments later that Kaitlyn was whispering quietly in my ear and holding a familiar bottle. "Take her ass..." I jerked my head around in surprise, but Kaitlyn just waggled the bottle of Astroglide in front of my nose. Lindsay hadn't heard, and kept thrusting her hips back at me, fucking herself upon my rod in oblivious ecstasy. And then Kaitlyn was leaning over Lindsay's back, pinning her upper body down against the mattress and shoving two lube-coated fingers into Lindsay's ass while I pulled out and coated my angry red cock. "Wait! No!" Lindsay whimpered. "I've never... I'm not ready..." "Come on... I know you want to," Kaitlyn teased her friend. "You told me so this morning!" "Um... um..." Lindsay managed to plea but then she felt the wet head of my cock pressing against her anus. "Holy shit... holy shit... do it..." That was all I needed to hear, and as my hips bucked forward the shaft quickly dove deeply into Lindsay's nether regions. "Fuuuuuuuck..." Lindsay squealed as I burrowed deeper and deeper. Kaitlyn still held Lindsay's asscheeks wide for me and I went in surprisingly easily, quickly moving down until I was balls deep inside of another 18-year-old's ass. Lindsay managed to crawl back up to her hands and knees, and after I pulled back a few inches, she was the one who pushed back and shoved me up her asshole once again. The first thrust was somewhat tentative, and then the second faster, and the third, and the fourth, and on and on she began to fuck me. Kaitlyn, meanwhile, stripped out of her uniform and then fully naked, managed to crawl underneath Lindsay's pumping body and slot her head between Lindsay's knees in a sixty-nine position. And while I filled Lindsay's ass, Kaitlyn's tongue and fingers went to work on Lindsay's pussy. The hot inferno of Lindsay's asshole after a long day of fucking was quickly wearing out my resistance. And when the redhead's body began trembling in a new orgasm, her muscle spasms proved to be too much for me to handle. Lindsay bucked her head and arched her back as she came, shrieking in pleasure, and on sudden impulse I reached out and grabbed her ponytails, arching her back even further as I slammed my hips forward one last time and unloaded a massive burst of cum into the depths of Lindsay's bowels. The first load splattered against her innards, and then my crotched twitched against her tight asscheeks while I pumped out shot after shot, coating her dark tunnel with my white cream, groaning the entire time. Lindsay kept bucking back at me in aftershocks as I filled her with my jism, and when we were both eventually spent she held Kaitlyn's body tightly against herself as if it were the only thing keeping her from falling off into some great abyss. I was leaned over her, my chest against Lindsay's naked back, content to relax while leaving my cock to slowly deflate inside of her. I would really have to find a lock for that trap door or these girls would kill me from dehydration. Still, I suppose death by fucking would be a pretty good way to go. ------- MONDAY The weekdays brought new activities to occupy my teenaged temptresses. And so for once I was able to sleep in until noon. When I finally emerged, Dorothy was ready to feed me and my video games were ready to entertain me. Kaitlyn did come by just after noon. We got some regular exercise playing tennis for about an hour and a half and then some more fun exercise fucking like rabbits in her shower. It felt so good to plant her spine against the cold marble of the shower wall and hear her shrieking as I plugged her cunt full of my babymakers. A half an hour later, we were cuddling on her bed. Idly, my mind drifted to the closet and the ladder hidden within. "So how long have you been using that trap door?" I asked. Lazily, Kaitlyn rolled around my body until her chin was on my chest and she was looking off towards the closet as well. "Just you. I found it when we moved in a couple of years ago but there was an old lady living up there. She never got laid and nothing interesting ever happened up there. At least, not until you moved in." We chatted aimlessly for the next fifteen minutes or so. I'm pretty sure Kaitlyn was just killing time in order to pretend that she was interested in me and I KNOW I was just counting down how long I'd have to stay and cuddle before I could make my escape. Usually I was quite comfortable cuddling and getting intimate. But I just didn't feel that way about Kaitlyn. We clearly had very little in common personally, and the age gap was bigger than I'd realized. For her part, Kaitlyn was trying to seem attracted to me and give me a reason to start thinking of her as a potential trophy wife. But even she must have realized it was quite the longshot at best. In the end, I asked when her parents were coming home and we both used it as an excuse to bring the afternoon to a close. I went up the ladder and she began to tidy up her bedroom. We had made no plans for the evening. She was going out to party with her friends. For rich people like us, little things like legal drinking ages were not a concern. So all I had to look forward to tonight was entertaining myself. "Oh, by the way," she began, making me pause at the base of the ladder and turn around. She fixed an innocent expression on her face. "Lindsay wants to drop by tomorrow. She says she got an itch that only you can scratch." Kaitlyn's smile left no doubt as to her meaning. At least now I had something to look forward to. ------- When the phone rang, I was in the middle of dinner, which meant I surfed the eight ESPN channels I had while eating in my private lounge. I set myself a mental note to invest in whatever company invented TV trays. As expected, it was Taylor. For a moment, I toyed with answering it, even putting the Bluetooth receiver into my ear. But in the end I just let it ring through. And after another minute, my phone bleeped and flashed on screen: "You have eleven new messages." I already knew that all of them were from Taylor. And with a burst of still- repressed anger I dialed up my voicemail and then cleared out all the messages. Over and over for the next few minutes I heard "Johnny, please-" before I hit the 7 button and got "Message deleted." Once or twice she started with "I'm sorry..." in her pleading wail, and my heart wanted to call her right then and there. At the very least, I should hear what she had to say. But with cold conviction I pressed 7 and exhaled slowly when I heard "Message deleted." "Damn you, Johnny. I'm trying-" "Message deleted." If she really did love me, then she'd still be waiting for me when I was ready. ------- TUESDAY Kaitlyn came by for her morning romp with me. We had just finished our aerobic shagging to start the day, and my cock was slowly going limp inside of her sopping wet pussy. We both groaned and went quiet for a minute just catching our breath and enjoying the wonderful feelings still cruising up and down our spines. But then she was the first to break the silence with a penetrating question. "When are you going to take me out on a real date?" "Hmm?" I answered immediately, my brain not yet processing the question. "You and me. Outside. You know, a date?" "Well, Kaitlyn... I'm not sure..." "I mean, I know you just want to lay low for a while. No more media cameras. No more stalkerazzi. And don't get me wrong, the sex is fantastic! But is that all I am to you?" Saying 'yes' at the moment didn't seem like the most prudent course of action. So I settled for the next best thing. "No, of course not. But I'm not sure what we are. I'm not ready to jump into another relationship just yet." "Look, I'm not trying to scare you off with some big commitment. But a girl likes to know where she stands. That's all." I held her close to me and kissed her forehead. "Kaitlyn, you're sweet and you're unbelievably sexy. And I'm not saying that we can't eventually get romantic. But I don't want a girlfriend right now." "Okay. It's okay." She wasn't satisfied, but she was accepting my answer for now. She dismounted me with a wet popping sound and started to gather her clothes. "Just don't go wanking off or anything today. Lindsay's coming by as soon as she gets out of class, and she's been begging me to let you fuck her in the ass again." ------- WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY For the next several days, I was holed up in my apartment and ignoring the outside world. I still had the TV and the newspapers to keep me up to date on the latest global happenings, but I conveniently avoided the day to day interaction with reality, and especially eluded being the subject of any media scrutiny. I had my video games and, of course, two teenaged nymphomaniacs to keep me entertained. Kaitlyn and Lindsay both were fucking me every day, filling all three of their receptacles and usually extracting several cumloads before putting my old ass to bed. I was getting thoroughly spoiled with them right downstairs. You know what they say: practice makes perfect. And Kaitlyn and Lindsay were certainly on their way towards perfection. How long would it last? I don't know. But for now, we had a mutually beneficial arrangement. The girls had wonderful orgasms and I passed my time of solitude getting frequently laid. That, and the girls went nuts over the fancy diamond necklaces I ordered in for them. "Hmm..." Kaitlyn faked pouted in indecision. "I can't decide which I want to wear right now. The diamond necklance is certainly very pretty, John. But I think I want a pearl necklace right now. Can you help me?" Her lips puckered and she batted her eyelashes at me prettily. How could I possibly say no? The matching earrings a day later were also a hit. Now if only I didn't have to deal with Kaitlyn's constant questions about commitment. ------- SUNDAY Consciousness seeped into my brain slowly, and through my still-closed eyelids I could see the red haze of morning light. And as various nerve endings awoke along my body, I felt a familiar sensation. Someone was sucking on my dick. Before the sandy crust would allow my eyelids to open, I smiled and reached up a hand to touch Kaitlyn's head. And under my fingers, I felt the silky smoothness of her hair cascading around her ears and down towards her shoulders. The morning sunlight blinded me for a few moments as I cracked my eyelids open, but eventually I was able to focus on the blonde locks and lower down see Cassandra's smiling face stretched wide by my cock in her mouth. I jumped so hard in surprise it's a miracle I didn't gag her. But Cassandra popped off me, leaving my wet penis waving upright in the air for a moment as I calmed down. "Good morning... sir..." My smile would have lit up the entire city. The husky purr in Cassandra's voice was back. My old Cassandra was back! "Sorry I was gone so long, Jonathan." And then she moved to start going back down on me. "Don't worry about it." And then I caught myself, and reached out to stop Cassandra from taking me back into her mouth. "Actually, I mean don't worry about it. Come here..." I reached out to her. She smiled and moved across my body and let me gently hold her head as I brought her lips to my face. Our kiss was warm. I wouldn't call it very passionate. Instead, it felt like reuniting with a loved one after a long absence. I kissed her like I missed her. I didn't kiss her like a girlfriend. And that distinction was all we needed to fall back into a comfortable routine. She was wearing a simple shirt and slacks. Apparently she'd just arrived this morning and come inside my room to properly greet me. My hands snaked beneath her shirt and gently stroked her spine as I wrapped her up in my arms. As she stretched out along my body, I realized I'd forgotten just how tall she was. The blankets were pulled out of the way and her toes played with mine as we continued to french and roll around my bed. Eventually, I got her shirt off and she unsnapped her bra while I trailed my way down her torso as she flipped onto her back. I soon dragged her slacks and panties off, leaving the buxom blonde fully naked in my bed. It had been a long time. I had my head buried between her legs immediately, and Cassandra was soon chirping my name over and again as I tongue-thrashed her pussy while her powerful legs threatened to squeeze the breath out of me. At first I was trailing my tongue between her lower vaginal lips and the short trail to her anus, tickling her into squirming all around. She moaned loudly when I came back up and stuck my tongue into her while my lips massaged the sensitive nerves around. "Damn, I missed you, Jonathan!" she cried, just moments before I wrapped my lips around her bulging clit, and then all coherent words were forgotten as she screamed in ecstasy while I bore down and sucked her to a raging climax. No sooner had she stopped trembling than I was dragging my boxers down and out of the way while her head lolled back and forth in her own afterglow. And as soon as I could possibly move, I settled myself between her legs and reached out with my lips to kiss her again. She cooed into my ear as I let my head rest against the pillow and press forward with my hips, inching my cockhead into the welcoming warmth of her vagina. A few moments later, I was fully seated to the hilt inside of her. Neither of us moved for several minutes as she wrapped her long legs around my back and just held me. It urned my head and we pecked short affectionate bursts. "This is fun," I remarked. "Yes, it is," she answered before leaning back in to kiss me again. And then her brilliant blue eyes flared menacingly. My own eyes widened in momentary fear. And then we were suddenly rolling as Cassandra flipped us over. I was still catching my breath when Cassandra began to fuck me, flinging her body up and down my pole and shoving her crotch fully against mine with every thrust. I let my hands rest back behind me and just grinned as I watched Cassandra's heavy tits bouncing up and down. Damn those things were humongous, the biggest tits I'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing up close. The rhythmic jiggle was hypnotic, up and down and swaying around. And like a wild animal newly set free, Cassandra just threw her head back and rode me. Her body gyrated, circling around my pole in wide arcs while her torso undulated to a rhythm only in her head. It was the first time she wasn't chanting "Fuck me, Jonathan." Instead, every time she was looking into my eyes she was clearly looking into MY eyes. There was still whimpering and moaning and encouraging phrases such as "Ooh... like that..." and "Yes..." Eventually, she began to slow down and we rolled over so that I could do the work of pleasuring us once again. Her whole body relaxed and she just enjoyed being on the receiving end, letting me make love to her. "Fuck me..." she breathed, staring into my eyes. "That's it... fuck me..." And after Cassandra stretched out her body langorously and came, dumping another load of honey into our mingled joining, she leaned into my ear and whispered what she wanted me to do next. I was already smiling. I sat up just as she asked me, "Will you?" "Anytime you want," I replied. I grinned as I pulled out and then moved up, straddling Cassandra's torso while I lay my wet erection into the very deep valley of Cassandra's cleavage. She pressed her huge melons together around my cock, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the heavenly sensation of being massaged by such wonderful mammaries as my hips made short thrusting motions. She lifted her head and opened her mouth to accept the crown of my cock butting against her lips, and even as she pleasured my shaft her tongue reached out to give equal attention to the head. I lasted only a few minutes of this titfuck, and in the end, Cassandra just lay back and closed her eyes, giggling to herself as I sprayed line after line of cum trails across her eyelids, nose and neck. I was so turned on by fucking her tits that I had at least eight or nine full shots, and by the end Cassandra's face was completely soaked in my white orgasmic cream. I groaned and sagged for a moment. Then I heard Cassandra's breath catch as I was compressing her lungs and then sheepishly I slid off to the side. Cassandra was still trying to open her eyelids which were plastered shut from my drying semen and I had to smile at the view. "Oh, fuck. You're going to have to do that to me!" a voice sounded off to my right. "Me, too!" My head rotated quickly and there, standing by the closet and surveying Cassandra's face were Kaitlyn and Lindsay. My jaw moved but no sounds came out as I tried to think of something to say. Damn, I really needed to get that lock on the trap door. Cassandra, with her eyes still closed, was the first to respond. "Soon, soon," she told the girls. "One of you can go next, okay? Just give him a few minutes to recharge and then he'll be good to go. But in the meantime, can one of you help lick me clean? Or should I just go to the bathroom?" The eighteen-year-olds, dressed in their morning skimpy attire, just looked at each other for a moment. And then it was a race to see whose tongue would get to Cassandra's face first. I loved my life. Maybe I should skip getting a lock. After all, why would I contemplate leaving this apartment ever again? ------- An hour later I was seated comfortably on the plush sofa in my private lounge, clad only in my boxers and a thick bathrobe. Morning coffee steamed from the mug in my hands. Cassandra sat next to me, half turned sideways and leaning against the backrest in her own bathrobe. If it were up to me, we'd be naked and cuddling in my bed. But I realized that wasn't an element of our relationship anymore, and shouldn't be. "So how was your little vacation? Clearly, some of our 'issues' have been resolved." "Yeah... Actually, most of those 'issues' got ironed out within the first day of talking with my mom." Cassandra stretched out and got herself more comfortable on the sofa, switching hands with her own cup of coffee. She looked more relaxed than any time I'd known her, including pre-Paris. "After that, the rest of the week was just chilling out and letting her do all my thinking for a change." "Really? And just what did she say to suddenly make everything better?" Cassandra smiled, half-hidden by her mug as she took a sip. And then as if preparing for a long conversation she reached out and set her mug onto the coffee table. "I walked in the door, and she took one look at me and said, 'You started falling for him, didn't you?'" "Really? How'd she know?" "I don't know. Probably just something on my face. Now, it's not like you're the first guy I've had feelings for. But you were the first client. Hell, most of my previous clients were at least fifty. And for the first time in my life I didn't know what to do." Cassandra folded her arms over the back of the sofa and rested her chin there. "I mean, it's my job to assess any given situation and all its details and understand how to best serve my employer. I very rarely find myself in a position where I don't know what to do. And any time I've had a boyfriend it was easy to separate my work from my personal life." Then Cassandra's sky blue eyes rotated over to me, a dancing flame in her irises reflecting the morning light. "But then there was you. And then separating my work and personal lives didn't quite seem so simple anymore. I'd never felt so unsure of how to act. And my mom recognized it right away." I thought back over my own mother watching me like a hawk, seemingly always aware of my mood no matter how hard I tried to hide it. "So how'd she get you through it?" I asked. "Well first, we got some mimosas and then settled onto a very comfortable couch. I don't know if you knew this, but while your father's will left everything to you, he didn't leave EVERYTHING to you. That house I grew up in? Mr. Kendall gave it to my mom years ago. So that couch is the same couch I remember from being a teenager. And getting out of the city just does so much for clearing your head." It sounded like a great idea. I mean, I loved Manhattan. But after just a week of hiding out inside my apartment, I could understand out getting away from the hustle and bustle would be very good for the soul. "Anyways," Cassandra continued. "My mom told me, for the first time, the real story of her and Jonathan Kendall." At this point, she had my full attention. I set my own mug down on the coffee table. "The REAL story?" "You see, she and I aren't so different. My mom started falling in love with Jonathan Kendall, too." And as Cassandra started to get into her story, she sat up straighter and looked me in the eye with a strange expression. "Years ago, when I was just a little girl, she went through the same confusion I did. How do you act around a man you want to be with emotionally and not just professionally? Do you give in and become a girlfriend and quit your job? Do you tarnish the reputation of the Agency that got you there? And what if things don't work out? A personal assistant has access to everything. And it's a very big risk for the client." Then she flashed me a questioning glance. "And what if he isn't really in love with you?" Before I could react to her unspoken question, she held up a hand. "Don't say anything, Jonathan. I know you had feelings for me, maybe even still do. But the fact is, guys like you aren't like other men." "What do you mean?" She looked at the floor and smiled. "My mom is a wise woman." And then Cassandra looked back up at me. "Guys, in general, are born narcissistic chauvinists who think more with their dicks than their brains." "Hey!" "But... the real world forces them into more 'socially acceptable' behaviors. For example, a tall, beautiful blonde with big tits walks by and the first thing that enters your head..." I followed along. "... is to wonder what she looks like naked." "Precisely. Now, the ordinary guy won't actually act on this impulse. Walking up and asking the woman to strip so you can see her tits usually will not lead to sex. No, instead, a guy would need to engage a woman personally or intellectually or humorously. Eventually, he may begin a romantic relationship with a woman and then most of his time is taken up with making his own living and being something of a provider and planning for his future. And the next time he's standing with his girlfriend or wife and a beautiful blonde with big tits walks by..." I smiled, knowing the joke. "He's got to pretend he didn't see her." "Exactly!" Cassandra laughed. Not a girlish giggle meant to be appealing sexy, but a full-bellied chuckle that belied how at ease she felt. "You're good at this." "So what's your point?" "My mom's point. But the point is that men like you, men like Jonathan Kendall, have complete and total financial security. No worries about mortgages. No worries about college tuition. No worries about the day to day needs of staying alive. True, often they have hopes and worries about making another million or buying the Yankees, but not the nitty-gritty stuff about making a simple life for themselves. And when that happens, men like you are no longer bound by the basic social rules." She reached out and held my hand in hers. "Jonathan, how many times have you had sex since you inherited billions?" I blushed immediately, "Uh, well..." I couldn't count it. I'd lost track. But I began to attempt the math in my head. "Let me guess. You're just calculating, what 5 cumloads a day for the last X number of weeks?" She squeezed my hand and got my attention focused. "Now how many times did you have sex in the two weeks before inheriting billions?" Now my blush was a deep red. "Not nearly as much." "Uh, huh. Well, part of that is money bringing people like Kaitlyn into your life and making girls like Taylor a little more attentive than usual. But another part is that you've almost got nothing better to do than get laid. No more worrying about your next promotion. No more worrying about your mortgage. No more time wasted hoping to meet Mrs. Right so that you can get a steady source of pussy. Fact is, you can get pussy anytime you want." "You're not making my character sound very flattering." She laughed again. "Oh, it's not as negative as you think. Anyways, I've gotten off the topic. So what my mom was telling me was how she was trying to separate her feelings for Mr. Kendall from her professional life. And just like you and me, it created a wall of awkward tension between them. She couldn't function properly around him." Cassandra smiled at me, as if to announce her revelation. "So she found a way to make the wall go away. And the rest, they say, was happily ever after. Or, at least until he died." She got sad for just a moment, but it passed and then my Cassandra was back. "It took a while for me to really understand." "I don't blame you," I retorted. "That was your revelation? How'd you make the wall go away? While I think you've succeeded, I don't quite get it." "It's easy. I still love you." And the corners of Cassandra's lips crept up into the sweetest little expression. But now I was more confused. Especially after I'd spent days falling OUT of love with her and accepting that we'd never be more than friends (er, coworkers?) with benefits. "Wait, still love me? I thought you were separating that part of you away?" "That's just the point. It can't be separated without causing the tension. The harder I tried to shut down my emotions the stronger the wall went up between us. And neither of us could have lasted long working together like that. My mom told me to just accept it. Accept you. Accept my feelings. Accept that I'd never be a wife to you in the traditional sense. Because men like you don't need wives." Cassandra cocked her head as her eyes lit up once again. "Ordinary guys want a wife for two reasons: to have a regular source for sex and for someone to take care of them. Rich guys already have those needs met. Why do you think so many of them end up with trophy wives instead of true partners in their life?" I leaned forward, bracing my elbows on my knees as I thought about whether or not I'd really changed that much since financial worries no longer became an issue. Cassandra answered for me. "You clearly don't have any problems getting laid on a regular basis. Even if Kaitlyn and her friend leave, there will always be gold- diggers coming to find you. For the basic feeding and housekeeping, you've already hired Dorothy. And for someone to watch over you, that's what I'm here for." She leaned in and puckered her lips to kiss me. "And Jonathan, I know I'm pretty but I'm not a trophy. And I don't want to be." I gave her a short peck on the lips and then looked into her eyes. "I don't want you to be a trophy either. You're too smart for that." "So here was the advice my mother gave me: Love him with all your heart and look after him the best you can. And don't get jealous of the other women. Girls will come and go. He'll flirt and he'll enjoy himself. If you try to marry him he'll trade you in for a younger model in a few years." It was a cynical way of looking at things, but a pragmatic approach. I personally knew a few dozen men who'd divorced and then married a twenty-something trophy. And then Cassandra's voice was back. "Love him, but not like a wife. Because you will be more important and more special to him than a wife. And as the decades pass by, you will be the one by his side, supporting him and protecting the family. And twenty years from now he will still come to your bed for comfort while yesterday's young slut will not even be remembered." "So you love me?" "Yes." "Even though we barely know each other?" "I can't explain it. And it's different from being 'in love'. My mother loved your father and I loved him in a way, too. And I see so much of him in you. You're a good man, Jonathan. Now I don't fully know yet if I'll be 'in love' with you decades into the future. How can anyone really know that after only a few weeks. But I'll be loyal and I'll be here with you for as long as you'll have me. And as the years go by, eventually we'll be 'family'." ------- In the evening I found myself half-naked and necking with Cassandra in my bed. Our kisses were unhurried and yet more passionate than the most aggressive French tonguing. A sudden thought came to me and I slipped out of bed while Cassandra coolly observed what I was up to. In the afternoon, I'd had a slide lock installed onto the trap door in the closet. It was just a simple bolt and I slid it home. Cassandra's voice came quickly. "No, Jonathan. Unlock it." I turned my head in mild confusion. "Why? I just want to be with you tonight." "It doesn't work that way." Her smile was pure but tempered. "We cannot be a couple. I don't get to have you all to myself. Now come back here. If the girls come tonight then they come. But we shouldn't shut them out. At least not tonight." So after hesitating for another ten seconds, I unbolted the lock and then crawled back into bed. Maybe she was right. But for the time we had alone, I wanted all my attention and affection to only be for this beautiful, intelligent woman who deserved so much more. ------- MONDAY Kaitlyn surprised me in the morning and she mounted my cock and started riding me before Cassandra even woke up. When Cassandra did awake she just smiled at Kaitlyn and closed her eyes once again, casually ignoring the light bouncing of the mattress. I guess it turned out to be a good thing that I didn't lock the trap door. But after plugging Kaitlyn's womb full of my sperm, I puttered around my room getting ready to leave the apartment for the first time in over a week. Today was the day Nicole's mother went into surgery. Cassandra, per usual, made all the arrangements for us. The donation was held in secrecy and no one in the media knew about it. And we'd be traveling by helicopter direct from the building rooftop to Hartford Hospital's helipad, so there were minimal concerns about stalkerazzi. After a hearty breakfast, she and I boarded the chopper and took off for the short flight northeast. She made no mention of my morning romp with Kaitlyn, and I didn't bring it up either. It didn't matter. We simply had our comfortable conversation and chatted away. I enjoyed what pleasantness we had. After all, a an experimental cancer surgery wasn't likely to be very fun. ------- We arrived without incident and soon I walked into the O.R. waiting lounge, followed by Cassandra in full professional mode with Bluetooth earpiece and tablet PC in hand. Nicole didn't have a lot of family nearby, but those who did live close showed up: Nicole's younger sister, her grandparents on her mother's side, and two sets of cousin families were present. Her mother was already in pre-surgery prep. Her absent father, the one who'd walked out on them when the children were young, was not present. Nor was anyone from his side of the family. And so Nicole had no parent left to comfort her in these moments. Nicole was already rather emotional before I walked in, and after exclaiming "John!" she stepped towards me and then stopped in her tracks, looking to be on the verge of tears. Between the state of her mother and the awkwardness of my reappearance, I could only imagine the riot of feelings bombarding her brain. On the other hand, her younger sister seemed to be better in control of her emotions and walked right up to me to shake my hand. She looked a lot like Nicole, same cute face and soft hazel eyes, but was clearly still a teenager. "So are you Nicole's boyfriend?" The question made me pause, and I stuttered for just a second. The rest of the family seemed to circle around me and for a moment I knew what a dying animal felt like with a pack of vultures overhead. "Uh, well..." "Aren't you the guy who paid for mom's surgery?" the girl fixed me with a look better suited for the Spanish Inquisition. "Why else would you do that?" Nicole gathered herself and came to the rescue. "No, he's not my boyfriend." And then she noticed her entire family similarly appraising me. "Well, we'd sort of been dating," she addressed to the gathered crowd. Then Nicole turned and punched her sister on the shoulder. "YOU would know. You watch Celebrity Sightings more than I do." Then she returned to me. "My little sister, Natalie." An Aunt stepped in, eyeing me slowly. Then she turned to Nicole. "Dear, you'd said an old friend had helped with the hospital bill and everything. But you didn't say it was Jonathan Kwong!" "Really, it was nothing," I interrupted. Nicole just waved her hand back and forth between me and her family. "Everyone, this is John. John, this is everyone." "Pleased to meet you." I looked over the assembled family. "I'm only sorry it had to be under these circumstances." And then my attention was back on Nicole. I stepped up and held her arm as she clutched herself and turned away from everyone, looking to escape the pressing attention for just a moment. She looked like a stiff breeze would blow her over. "You alright?" I queried. "Yeah," she whispered, not sounding entirely convincing. But then her eyes swiveled up to me and there was nothing but warm gratitude in her gaze. "Thank you... for everything." "It's really no problem. You know I'd have done anything for you." I put as much sincere affection as I could into that statement. And for a moment we just looked into each other's eyes as if we were still happily together in her apartment. A motion caught my attention, though, and I glanced left. Natalie was watching us and obviously looking me up and down. Nicole looked over and gave her sister a clear 'get lost' face. Natalie just smirked and turned away, muttering, "He is cuter in real life..." Nicole smiled as I rubbed her shoulder. But then I said, "She's pretty cute, too." Nicole pulled away and her expression changed to a scolding one. "She's also seventeen. She's off limits." The natural guy impulse in me thought 'only for another year', but I bit my tongue. This wasn't the appropriate forum for that comment. I suppose Cassandra had been right about the baser animal in me coming out. Instead I replied, "So Nicole, really, how have you been?" We chatted for a few minutes while two young men split off and tried to chat up Cassandra. But then an Uncle got everyone's attention. "They're starting." ------- Seven hours later, everyone was exhausted. It's amazing how tired you can get without even doing anything. But with each passing hour you could feel the tension and worry pulling at your muscles. But in the end, Nicole's mother was asleep in bed, resting comfortably. And everyone was able to breath a long sigh of relief. It would be days before we knew whether the surgery was a success. But so far at least, she was still alive and that was something we could be happy about. And it was time to head home. It took a while for the Gellar clan to split up. Nicole's family was one of those for whom saying goodbye took twenty minutes. Ten minutes into that, Cassandra touched her earpiece and nodded to me. My ride was ready for liftoff. I was about to say my own goodbye to Nicole when I suddenly realized exactly where I was headed. "You going back to Manhattan?" I asked her. "Uh, yeah. I have to get back to work tomorrow." She brushed a lock of hair out of her face and gave me a quizzical look. "Want a lift? My ride will take you to my place, and then I can get a car to take you home from there." "Your ride?" "Well... We flew here. Helicopter." "Cool!" Natalie's voice floated over. "A helicopter, huh?" Nicole was humored, but she believed me. "I thought you were trying to convince me you were just an ordinary guy." I smirked. "Yeah... gave up on that a few weeks ago. There was this girl from Connecticut I really liked. She managed to convince me that being ordinary was impossible." Nicole giggled. And at the beautiful sound all was right in my world. I proffered my elbow. "Shall we?" She looped her arm through mine. "Lead the way." ------- Nicole sat on the right side and spent the entire flight with her nose almost to the glass as she watched the world fly by as we cruised just off the Atlantic coastline. And as I watched the delight passing over her face, I directed the pilot to cruise past the Statue of Liberty before circling back to the apartment building. And when we finally touched down, Nicole breathlessly admitted. "My first helicopter ride!" "You enjoy it?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Ohmigod. It was incredible. I mean, I'd seen so much of the Connecticut coastline, but never from the air. I spent the first ten minutes just going 'Ooh, I know that!' And it was so, so incredible seeing Manhattan and the Empire State Building from the air! And like, I'm not a geography major or anything but I'm pretty sure that the Statue of Liberty is not between Hartford and Central Park but still it was so incredible and wow, I wish we could do that again!" And then she caught my expression, laughter in my eyes. "I'm rambling, aren't I?" "So, I take it you found the trip... incredible?" She giggled and then punched me in the shoulder. If I spent any more time around Nicole I was going to have to invest in shoulder pads. And when I batted her hands away she tried to punch me again, giggling the whole time. I fondly remembered how infectiously cheery I felt when Nicole giggled. I headed straight to the doors leading back down to my apartment with Nicole in tow. Cassandra hung back and finished the last paperwork for the chopper. Once inside, I simply strode into my home and tossed my keys. Edward greeted me and Dorothy asked if I was hungry, which I was. And then I realized that Nicole wasn't by my side anymore. Belatedly, I realized she'd never seen my new place before. And now she stood rigidly still in the doorway, eyes wide as she took in the teak furniture and expensive red oak floors and two uniformed servants. Edward almost intimidated her as he reached to take her coat and welcome her further inside. And as I stepped back to bring her in, I saw the same nervous fear in her eyes that I'd last seen when she was pushing me out of her life. I could almost hear her already saying 'I can't handle this'. And just when it looked like she was going to back out the door and run away, I grabbed onto both her hands with mine and held them tightly. "Nicole, it's okay. Come on..." Her hands were cold to the touch, but she stared down at our intertwined fingers as if remembering what had once been between us. I looked down and realized myself how I'd made this gesture a trademark of our relationship. With no one else did I tenderly hold both their hands and reassure them that everything would be alright. And when I tugged her back she came with me, unresisting. I kept pulling until we came to my private quarters, Nicole still glancing left and right as she took everything in as rapidly as she'd been staring out the helicopter windows just a few minutes earlier. But then I brought her inside and sat her down on my comfy sofa. And enclosed in this room, with the beautiful view of Central Park before us, she seemed to calm down a bit. I thumbed the intercom. "Dorothy? How about something simple, like sandwiches and coffee." "Right away, sir." I turned back to Nicole. When dressed for work she could appear mature and composed. But right now she looked every bit the young, slightly frightened girl. "Well," I began softly, "I'll bet you're hungry. That hospital food was terrible, wasn't it?" "Uh, huh..." She was still looking around the room a bit, including my oversized TV, but eventually her gaze returned to me. "John?" "Yeah?" "No matter what you do from now on, you'll never be able to convince me you're just an ordinary guy." I chuckled at that. "Oh, that. Well, to be honest, I wasn't planning on staying 'ordinary' much longer anyways. I had a brilliant date planned out for us the day the story broke." A wistful smile crossed my face, regret plain over what could have been. She reached out and touched a hand to my leg. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I treated you so badly." "Well, I can't say I was happy with the way things turned out. But your reaction was understandable. Even people who secretly dream about being famous, like me, find that desire a curse when fame actually finds them. It's certainly caused me quite a bit of grief over the past few weeks." "Really? I've been following the reports. Jetting off to Paris with Taylor? I could see how miserable that made you." Now there was just a trace of accusation in her voice. "Yeah, about that. Well first, the trip to Paris was just an attempt to escape everything for a little while. But fame even managed to ruin that. It turns out that Taylor was the one leaking my whereabouts to the media. It got her a lot of exposure and really boosted her career. But I'm pretty sure it also led them to follow us on our date." Nicole's face dropped. "How horrible!" "Even a long-term friend can be blinded by greed and ambition. And while I can't say that this inheritance hasn't brought me a lot of good things, it's also brought a host of other problems. All my old 'friends' started hitting me up for money within a day of the newsbreak. And I haven't even left this apartment since I got back from Paris, except for this one trip to the hospital. I'm a prisoner in my own home." "I guess you can see why I didn't want to get involved with you." I felt my heart sink just a little more at her statement. "The reasons, yes I understand. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt." Unconsciously, I was now putting on the perfect puppy dog face. The face affected Nicole immediately and she scooted across the couch, touching a hand to my face. "Aww. I'm so sorry, John." Her eyebrows softened and I could see the sadness in her eyes as well. "I know how much it hurt you because it was hurting me too. I was thinking about you every day and how I wished I were with you. It's not easy to forget the man who took your virginity." She had a soft smile at that pleasant thought, which quickly vanished as the pain of our breakup came back. "I was just so... scared. I couldn't handle it. So I ran away. And when I found out you'd gone off to Paris with Taylor I was half really angry at you for leaving with her and half glad that you might still find happiness. I was trying to move on with my life and then this thing with my mom and the hospital bills and the stupid insurance company that just wanted to be greedy and line their own pockets on the backs of good, working people-" "Nicole..." I soothed, interrupting her current ramble. She smiled, catching herself and shyly covered her mouth with one hand. And then she looked back at me. "I hate to say it because it just sounds so wrong, but there's a part of me that's glad my mom needed this surgery. It gave me a chance to talk to you again." "There's never anything wrong with finding the silver lining in a bad situation." I leaned towards her. "And I'm really glad I got to see you again, too." I glanced over her pretty features, the sweet girl-next-door look that caught my attention so long ago. And my mind conjured up the memories of making love to her like we had been perfectly molded to fit each other. Her face was just inches from mine as we looked into each other's eyes. It was so tempting to close that gap and press my lips to hers. She caught my expression and for a moment, her lips parted in anticipation of our kiss. A hard knock sounded at the door. And like a light-switch had been thrown we jerked away from each other. It took a second to calm my nerves before I called out. "Come in!" Dorothy entered in with a tray of delicately cut sandwiches and a pot of coffee. She set down the two mugs and an array of creamers and sugar. A minute later, she slipped out. I looked over at Nicole, still feeling the heat of her skin as we'd been so close to kissing. I chuckled in mild embarrassment and she giggled, covering her mouth shyly again. A part of me wanted to reach out and shove my tongue down her throat. But the opportune moment was past. And besides, my stomach gurgled loudly at the smell of the sandwiches, causing Nicole to laugh even harder. "Come on. Let's eat." ------- Fifteen minutes later, with full bellies and a slight caffeine high, Nicole was sitting right by my side and leaning against my shoulder. It had been the perfect time to watch the sun setting on the opposite side of Central Park, and we both inched closer and closer to one another without speaking as the golden disk slowly disappeared over the horizon. And the moment the last ray of sunshine vanished from view, Nicole turned her head to me. I looked over at her as well and after a brief moment, she dipped her head towards me and softly pressed her lips to mine. I half moaned into her mouth as she began to massage my face with hers and our kiss slowly built up and built up for long minutes until it was boiling with passion. The sound of sharp inhalations through our nostrils was mixed with the wet slapping of our tongues and lips mashing together. Her arms reached around the back of my head as she pulled me close. When we finally broke for air, Nicole panted at me with a wild look in her eyes. "Before anything else, I want to thank you for what you did for my mother." I just nodded and breathed deeply to catch my breath. "Now, which way is your bedroom?" Her sudden thanks and this question stopped me cold for a moment. "Wait. Nicole, I don't want you doing anything just because you think you owe me." She laughed and pecked me on the lips. "No, silly." Then she kissed me again. "That's why I got the 'thank you' out of the way first." And then her hand was in my crotch, feeling out the hardening length of my penis quickly expanding in my pants. "This, this is because I haven't had a great orgasm since the last time I had you in my bed." Grinning into our next kiss, I held her head and then turned it while pointing to the double-doors leading to the master suite. Nicole just grabbed both my hands with hers and stood up, tugging me quickly. Once we got into my bedroom and slammed the door shut, Nicole became a runway model, strutting in a beeline away from me and towards the bed, her hips swaying from side to side. Her blouse was the first thing to go, followed by her heels and then the knee-length skirt. She was leaving the stereotypical trail of discarded clothing leading up to the bed, and I was only too happy to follow. The whole time she was walking her head was darting left and right, observing my room. But when she turned around and sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes were only on me. She wore a matching flesh-toned bra and thong panty set. And as she set her hands behind her on top of the bedspread and leaned back, I let my eyes drink in the view. Her position thrust her chest out, and I wracked my brain trying to remember exactly what her breasts looked like. They were plenty big and filled out her bra cups nicely, the fabric pushing her titflesh together in enticing cleavage. Clearly not as big as Cassandra's massive mammaries, but a full handful at least. Her body was well-toned and firm. Not as firm as Kaitlyn's, but still tight in the flower of her youth. Her light-brown hair cascaded off her shoulders. She wasn't a flirtatious blonde or even an edgy short-haired dark brunette like Taylor. In fact, nothing about her was singularly extraordinary and yet the whole package added up to far more than the sum of their parts. Nicole was beautiful and her warm personality radiated through every movement. I stepped up to her and she sat up to start unbuttoning my shirt. Our lips found each other once again while her fingers fumbled lower and lower. I couldn't help it, I was intoxicated with the notion of kissing her. It wasn't as purely a physical attraction as I might have felt towards the other beauties I'd bedded recently. There was something in Nicole's soul that called out to me. "You are beautiful," I breathed. She blushed. "I love it when you say that." "You are beautiful." And I meant it in more ways than one. And despite my fame and fortune, I wondered if I was worthy of HER. She got me topless and then I reached around her back to return the favor. She smiled shyly at the floor as the cups fell away and her amazingly firm yet soft breasts tumbled out into my palms. She grinned as I played with the orbs like a kid with his favorite toys, but then a sudden thought seized my mind. "Hang on just one second," I said quickly. And then I darted over to my closet. "What are you doing?" "Uh, just making sure we aren't disturbed." And leaning down I slid the lock across the trap door. I'd told Kaitlyn I would be putting it in. She wasn't happy about it but understood my desire for privacy, as long as I used it only sparingly. And then when I emerged I found Nicole leaning against the bedpost, still topless with her bare breasts calling out to me. "Where were we?" I asked. "Mm, right here." She grabbed me and planted me on the edge of the bed, sitting down. Nicole got my pant clasps undone, and once the offending garment dropped to my ankles, she got to her knees before me. After dragging my boxers off my feet, she leaned forward and gingerly grasped my erection in her small hand. Her left hand was around the base and her right circled further up towards the crown. And then her tongue extended out to take a tentative swipe across the head. My cock trembled in her grasp, and she giggled as the delight spread across her face. And then she was humming as she lowered around me, her small mouth stretching around the mushroom head. I smiled as she took me in without the pain of any teeth, but her tentative motions belied her lack of experience with this. That somehow came as a relief, knowing her technique had not miraculously improved in the time we were apart. And so I leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed her tender ministrations of worshipping my cock. She sucked and licked happily, but in truth her focus was not on my dick, but on the expressions I was giving her. Nicole's eyes never left mine as she watched the effect she was having on me spread across my face. I was feeling good. I felt even better with the mental knowledge that it was Nicole sucking me. Still, I wasn't in any danger of popping off anytime soon and I wanted to get us moving. And so gently pulling on Nicole's shoulders, I stood her up. And in a sudden movement, I dipped and hoisted her light body into my arms, causing Nicole to shriek as I adopted the perfect husband-carrying-bride-over- the-threshold pose. And then while she was still giggling I leaned in and kissed her. My lips did not leave hers until after I'd lain her down comfortably on my bed, her head cradled in the plush pillows. And then my hands went down, dragging her thong panties down her legs so that we were both completely naked. I crawled up next to Nicole, molding my body beside hers. And then I purred happily like Scrat caressing his precious acorn. Even if we didn't have sex, cuddling once again with Nicole was like finding heaven. My heart had been sent into a tailspin when she left. It had been further bruised and battered by Cassandra and Taylor. And I'd locked it away so Kaitlyn couldn't even touch it. But now my heart was coming alive once again. With an unguarded face that expressed nothing but sugary innocence and total openness, Nicole nuzzled her nose against mine and pulled me on top of her body. My arms were planted on their elbows on either side of her, squeezing together to clutch my angel while she moved my hips for me until I was in position. The bulbous head of my pecker could already feel the moist heat radiating from her, and as she leaned up to kiss me she picked up her crotch and thrust at me, beckoning me to do the same. I was only too happy to join with her, and the low moan escaping her throat as I parted her folds was one of the sweetest sounds I'd ever heard. I paused for a long moment once I was fully ensheathed inside of her, Nicole's thighs pressing against my sides and she gave a little wriggle of her hips playfully. I spent a few minutes just enjoying the sensation of being buried inside this beautiful woman while our tongues took over the action of penetration and retreat. But then her lower body twitched, and the feeling it caused felt so good she had to twitch again. And then I was moving, increasing the pleasurable rubbing because it felt so good and we had to keep doing it. Eventually, I was gliding in and out of her at a steady, but unhurried, pace. We were passionately making love for the pure joy of pleasing each other. And when I blinked I found moisture in my eyes, deliriously happy at reconnecting with a lost paramour. "Nicole... I..." Her eyes glittered, half hoping for a particular completion to my sentence and half dreading it at the same time. And I realized using the L-word and then having my public status rise up as an issue once again could ruin the moment. "... I missed you," I finished. "Me, too. I regretted it every single day. But I'm here now." And then she pulled my head down for another kiss. Our hips were moving again, crashing against one another as the ecstasy built in both of us and the sweat began to flow as we sped up. Our lips barely left each other's faces, much as we'd remained liplocked for most of the past hour it seemed. But lower down my chest was grinding against her breasts and my cock was sawing in and out of her pussy at a high rate. We were both out of breath, and yet still moaning and whimpering and losing even more oxygen. But it felt so good to kiss her I couldn't stop. And then her whimpers turned into a chanting, "Ohh... oh, oh, oh..." I grinned with my face still mashed against hers as I sensed her impending climax. And so I hoisted up my torso and dipped my lips to her neck, suckling the tender skin before moving down to gently nip at her engorged nipples. Meanwhile, my dick took on a life of its own as it pistoned through her wet gash rapidly, carving out every nerve and occasionally gliding against the underside of her clit. And then Nicole was cumming, her eyes wide open and staring right at me in a panicked disorientation of what was happening to her body. And as her body spasmed and shuddered beneath me, her mouth opened in that wide 'O' as she gasped, no noise coming out but a strangled grunt. I leaned down and kissed her open mouth wetly amidst her climax, and her arms flailed against the mattress almost out of control, until finally it subsided and her body sagged back down. She panted and grinned like an insane girl before grabbing my head and pecking my face to death. And her inner pussy muscles clamped down onto me as she began bucking her hips up to meet my every thrust. "Fuck me, John! Fuck me!" she cried. And I was responding to her. We became a violent mess of uncoordinated thrusting as she worked harder and harder to bring me off. I could feel her abs tensing and undulating as she slammed her lighter body up into me, her legs crossed behind my ass and her hands gripping my shoulders to try and pull herself up and off the bed to slam her pussy against my crotch. And after a minute of riotous fucking I finally bodyslammed her down against the mattress and unloaded a gallon of cum into her body. Nicole started giggling immediately, a pleasant sound drowned out by my loud grunting as I pumped wave after wave of spunk to splatter against Nicole's inner walls. And just when I thought the last shot had been spent, my hips twitched and another glob spurted out of me. Nicole finally managed to control her giggling to exclaim, "I can feel it... I can't believe I can feel you cumming in me. I always wondered what this was like." My eyes flew open as realization dawned. I'd gotten so used to protected women and bareback fucking that I'd forgotten Nicole wasn't on the pill! She'd made me pull out last time. "Oh, damn. Nicole! I'm sorry, I forgot-" "Shh... ," she soothed. "Relax. I got on the pill right after I, well, broke up with you. I figured it was time, even if I never saw you again." I was panting again, but this time out of relief more than tiredness from the sex. And grinning like an idiot, I asked, "Does that mean I can cum in you again tonight?" "After that orgasm you just gave me, you'd better!" And then she kissed me again. And all was right in the world. ------- TUESDAY I awoke alone in bed, not the most pleasant of situations to be in. I tried blinked away the morning sunlight, and with only one eye open I reached out and touched the empty pillow beside my head. Nicole still had work in the morning, so after our second round of lovemaking I'd called down to have a car take her home. Besides, even though my building was secure, it was less likely there were paparazzi hanging around her place at the late hour. And I was just getting up when the intercom buzzed. I reached out and hit the button on the nightstand and Edward's voice came through. "Miss Reynolds to see you, sir." Kaitlyn? What was she doing at the front door? "Uh, send her in." A minute later, I was still in my bedclothes and sitting on the edge of my mattress when Kaitlyn came through the double doors, dressed casually for the weekday in slacks and a pastel green blouse. Edward was escorting her, and before he turned around I caught his attention and asked, "Can you have Dorothy get us some coffee and croissants?" "Right away, sir." And then I was alone with the eighteen-year-old, slightly annoyed looking girl, who folded her arms across her chest and glared at me. Her first words were tersely clipped. "I see you locked the door." Clearly she was referring to our clandestine hatch. "Oh, that's why you came to the front door." Her only reaction was a typical teenager 'no, shit' expression. "Yeah, well, I had company." "I know. I could hear her moaning last night." "Does the sound carry that well?" She rolled her eyes. "Well, no, not into my bedroom. But I was coming up the ladder and from just on the other side of the trap door, yeah, I can hear it. So who was she? You wouldn't have locked the door if it was just Cassandra." "No, it wasn't Cassandra." I was turning over in my head how much to tell her. After all, I had no reason to believe Kaitlyn wouldn't also end up going to the media if given the right motivation. "But it was a girl I didn't exactly want knowing about my activities with you." "Is that all they are to you? Activities? Something to pass the time while you're shut inside here like a hermit?" Kaitlyn stomped over to me. Despite her smaller size and youth, she could be quite intimidating when she wanted to be. Again, answering 'yes' didn't sound prudent. "No! But Kaitlyn, let's be serious. Do you really want a monogamous relationship with me? All that crap your mom said about finding a husband and settling down and being a housewife. Do you really want to up and get married because your parents like the idea?" "Well... not really. I'm young and I still like to party. But I just don't want to feel like I'm nothing but a fucktoy to you. Don't get me wrong, you are AMAZING in bed. But is that all I am?" I felt weird having the tables turned. For years I'd been asking myself the same question about my relationship with Taylor. She didn't want to date me, she just wanted to fuck me. And for years I'd wanted to much more and she couldn't give it to me. So when faced with being her fuckbuddy or nothing, I'd chosen fuckbuddy. Maybe the decision was easier for a guy. Regular sex with a hot babe is hard to turn down. But it was still a willing acceptance to be used, in a way. I reached out a hand to Kaitlyn, which she took and let me lead her until she was sitting next to me on the bed. I took a deep breath and readied myself for anything. "Kaitlyn, I don't love you. I really, really like the sex we're having. As amazing as you may think I am in bed, you are a dynamite lover yourself. And I could go on complimenting your body and your spirit and your lovemaking for hours. But I am really having a hard time seeing you as relationship material." She didn't say anything, just waiting on me to finish. "I know I'm not THAT much older than you, but I do feel the age gap. You're still a teenager and you want to have fun and party with your friends. I just want to stay inside right now and I haven't been to a nightclub in years. The fact is, dating me would probably cramp your style. Are you ready to be a trophy wife, shut in at home playing bridge?" She snorted at that concept. And then after a pause and several glances around the room, she finally asked. "You're not falling in love with me?" "No." "You don't think you ever would?" "No. Do you really want me to?" Her eyebrows furrowed. She rolled that around her brain for a bit, clearly not sure of her answer. Then she cocked her head. "If given the chance to keep fucking me, would you?" A predatory smile came across my face as I re-evaluated her tight, sexy body. "Absolutely." Kaitlyn looked away from me for a minute, and I caught the slight moisture in her vermillion eyes flashing against the sunlight. And when she'd composed herself, she turned back to me. "So let me get this straight, for whatever reason, you don't see me as wife material. But I'm still good mistress material?" I turned that over in my head. "Well... yeah." And with a smile, it looked like Kaitlyn had made the same decision I had once made many years ago with Taylor. She leaned up and kissed me gently, and then pulled just a half inch away while still looking at my mouth. And then her brilliant green eyes flashed up to stare into mine. "I can live with that." And then Kaitlyn rolled onto her back across the bed, stretching her legs out and placing her arms behind her head and reaching back towards my headboard. Then I saw the long handkerchief in her grasp. It was the same one Lindsay had used to bind Kaitlyn's wrists to the headboard when they'd shown up in their cheerleading outfits. The teenaged blonde vixen was already panting as she kicked off her shoes and then fixed me with a grin. "Hurt me." I was already shedding my clothes. ------- It was approaching evening as I reclined in my private lounge, watching the latest new release on Blu-Ray. Me, I couldn't really tell the difference between DVD and Blu-Ray, but it was the newest and the best. Therefore, I had to have it. My phone buzzed and I almost jumped for joy when I saw the caller ID read: Nicole. Immediately I picked up my Bluetooth earpiece and breathlessly greeted her. "Hi!" "Hi, John. How was your day?" "Lonely without you." Well, while I was indeed missing the intimate closeness I had felt with Nicole the previous night, my day had not been entirely spent alone. Actually, Kaitlyn had not gone back to her place until around noon, and I'd reamed her out so hard that she'd been unable to walk straight when I was done with her. In the end, I had to help her just to make it down the ladder. Not that I was about to tell this to Nicole. "Look, I've been thinking about, well... us." There was a note of optimism in her voice that gave me a new hope. "Good thoughts or bad thoughts?" "Good thoughts, mostly." There was a long sigh on the other end of the line as if she were bracing herself. "I can't get you out of my head, John. I... I don't know if it's love or just an infatuation. But I was miserable without you. I don't want to be miserable anymore. So I find myself wanting to try dating you again." "Me, too," I answered honestly. "But... but the thought of my face showing up on TV again scares the heck out of me. And I don't know yet if you're like... 'The One'. And yet, the thought of never finding out scares me even more." "I want to find out, too. But the last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable. It helps at all, I've managed to keep away from the media for a while now and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure it stays that way. After all, there are plenty of things we can do together without going out on the town." "John," there was a teasing warning in her voice now. "I'm not just going to hole up in your apartment and have wild, crazy monkey sex with you." "Aww..." I whined in jest. "But you know that's not what I meant. I've got a private helipad and we can arrange things to avoid the stalkerazzi. It may not be downtown Manhattan but we'll find somewhere to go together. Want to go to Fiji tomorrow?" "John!" "Hey, you told me I can't play the 'ordinary guy' anymore. Might as well enjoy it!" "I don't know about Fiji. But I'll tell you what. Come get me Friday night, after work. And then my entire weekend is yours. Just as long as you promise to get me home in time for work the next week." "It's a date." I could actually see her grin through the phone. "Pick me up at eight." ------- I was feeling giddy with happiness for the next hour after my conversation with Nicole. At last, it finally felt like the big mess in my life was finally resetting itself. The Kaitlyn situation had seemingly settled into a mutual understanding. Cassandra and I had made peace between our attraction to one another and our professional relationship. And Nicole was coming back into my life. That left only one loose end. It was almost poetic that my phone rang again that evening and the caller ID read: Taylor. Of course, I was still thinking pleasantly happy thoughts about Nicole and our sweet, tender budding romance. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with the Taylor situation. One day soon, but not today. So I hit END and then settled back into my sofa, watching the sunset over Central Park and reminiscing about enjoying this same view with Nicole just last night. Less than a minute later, the intercom buzzed and automatically I thumbed it. Edward's voice came through, "Miss Brynn is here to see you, sir." Taylor? "She's here?" "Yes, sir." I guess today WOULD be the day. "Send her in." Edward escorted Taylor through the door to my private lounge, and then silently left. I stood from my position while the two of us just stared at each other for a long moment. Her eyes were a stormy blue half-hidden by her long bangs. And she'd gotten a recent haircut that cropped her boy's cut even tighter to her head. With the dangling earrings and sleek, modern clothing, Taylor was devastatingly attractive and butchy intimidating at the same time. I wasn't sure how to read her expression. But soon I didn't have to guess. While I was still standing and waiting, she took two quick steps forward and before I could react, she lashed out and landed a vicious slap across my left cheek, the impact enough to rotate my head back. "Owww!" I yelled, comically delayed by two full seconds. And then I was rubbing my jaw as I brought my gaze back to hers. She was seething, Taylor's infamous temper coming to the fore as her teeth gritted. "You ignored me for TEN DAYS!" she yelled. "We've been fucking for seven years and we knew all each other's secrets and you ignore one of your best friends for TEN DAYS! You can't even be bothered to pick up the FUCKING PHONE!" The old me would have cowered a bit and tried to calm my friend down. The old me was sensitive and accommodating. The new me was in charge and didn't need to put up with this shit. So when she raised her arm to slap me again I reached up and grabbed her wrist. Taylor tried to hit me with her other hand and I grabbed that wrist as well. And using my superior strength I manhandled her down until she was sitting on the couch. The rage boiled in me, ten day's worth of bitter anger coming up to the surface all at once. "You betrayed me," I said coldly. "Why the hell should I pick up the phone?" "I made a mistake," she defensively retorted while wriggling to free her skinny wrists from my grip. And then all at once she stopped struggling, the fight gone completely out of her. She seemed to panting not from arousal, but from sheer exhaustion. Only now did I see how gaunt she'd truly become and the hollowness in her eye sockets. The girl was stressed beyond belief and her energy was already sapped. Her head fell towards her chest and the tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry." Still holding her wrists, I sat down beside her. The gentle person in me wanted to hug her and tell her it was okay. But it wasn't okay. I wasn't satisfied yet. "Why'd you do it?" Sniffling, Taylor looked off outside the windows, not really seeing anything. "At the time, I didn't see the harm. It all started off so simply." "Informing the stalkerazzi where I am without telling me is not simple," I spat out. My teeth were grinding. Her arms were already limp, but still I didn't free her. She didn't seem to notice or mind, anyways. "Not that. When the story broke, another model asked me if I was your boyfriend. She'd seen us around town on a few occasions. After fucking around for years I didn't think it was a big leap to refer to you that way. And so when everyone else at the agency asked me, I said sure, I was your girlfriend. At the very least, we'd been seeing each other off and on for years, not even including college. And as word spread my name was getting around town. I could feel the doors of opportunity opening for me. And fame in this town rarely lasts more than fifteen seconds. Simple, right?" "If that was all there was to it, I never would have really minded. But it didn't end there." "No, it didn't." The tears were streaking down Taylor's eyes, smearing her makeup. Planting her elbows in her lap, she leaned in and pressed her forehead against her palms. I still didn't let go for some reason and as her hands tilted towards me, so did Taylor's torso until she was resting against my side, her head on my shoulder. "You didn't call me for days. Your phone was off while you were playing hide and seek with the media. And when I finally got a hold of you, my publicist George happened to be standing right next to me." "And he asked where you were going." "I told him I was going to lunch with you. And this is not excuse. I accept my fault in this. But he's the one who suggested that a few photographs of us out together would cement the whole 'Jonathan Kwong's girlfriend' title and get me some free exposure. I never thought it would hurt anyone!" "You mean you never thought it would hurt you." "Or you!" she insisted as her eyes flared. "You have to know I would never hurt you intentionally. Besides, you were a big name around town. I figured the media would get photos of you eventually. The paparazzi always get to you eventually. Might as well have me standing next to you when it happens." "Only the one time might even have been acceptable." I said bitterly, knowing it didn't stop at only one time. "Once you do it the first time, the second doesn't seem so bad. Or the third." And then her expression shifted as her gaze turned inward, a little smile coming to her face. "But then you came to me in Paris and I found something with you I wasn't expecting." "What was that?" She looked up, right at me. The black rims around her eyes made her blue irises stand out even brighter. "I really did love spending more time with you. Maybe I started off trying to get an edge on my career. It's not like I didn't enjoy hanging out with you before. But with the extended time and dinner and the opera and everything? I found myself falling in love with you." Her words were honeyed and sounded so hopefully romantic. And yet they stirred nothing but anger in me. "How can I believe that?" I snapped. Taylor jumped off my shoulder and tried to pull away. But still I gripped her wrists tightly and the first bruise marks were starting to form. My voice went deep and menacing. "A relationship built on lies is still built on lies. It's a foundation that can't last." "And it didn't," she replied dejectedly. "You found me out. And then you shut me out." There was a sullen hostility creeping into Taylor's voice once again. "Maybe I got what I deserved. But what you did was still very cold." "You're right," I said, even colder. "You did deserve it." Taylor's eyes flew open in shock and she immediately jerked so hard I lost her right wrist. And then it was coming back to me as she tried to slap me again. But I managed to get my hand up and catch her hand. But now she had her left hand free and she tried to hit me with a wide swing. I found that she was on her knees, her slightly higher position giving her just enough leverage to hold her ground as both arms tried to find a way to strike me. My own arms were spread to the sides to hold her, which left her face just a few inches in front of me. And before I could react, she leaned in and shoved her tongue into the back of my throat. I felt a keening moan rise up in my throat, half choked away by my anger and yet I couldn't help but flow back into her kiss. She tried to bring her arms in once again, whether to box my head or hug me I don't know. But I held her there, still fighting with everything except my mouth. She kissed me with a desperate passion, all the love and regret and hope pouring through her like a chi flow direct into my mind, willing me to understand what she was going through. Except I wasn't sure whether that was really how she felt or what I wanted to hope beyond all hope, that my good friend really did care for me. That the girl who'd broken my heart years ago really loved me. And on this day, the cynic won out. "Nooo!" I raged, pushing her away from me and by brute force I turned her torso away from me and bent her over towards the sofa cushions. Her mobility was limited with my palm pressing down on her lower back but she fished a hand back at me and brushed against the erection tenting my thin lounge pants. "You're lips say 'no' but this says 'yes'..." she taunted, squeezing my cock for emphasis. Defiant to the end. No matter how beat up her body, Taylor always had an unbreakable spirit. "You want this?" I snarled angrily, bucking my hips forward and causing her hand to reflexively grip my hard pecker which I'd been referring to. With my left hand still pinning her down, I leaned down to her ear and growled again, "You want this? You're gonna get it!" In a red fury, I went to the black miniskirt doing a poor job of hiding Taylor's perfect ass and with my right hand, I roughly tugged the fabric upwards. I actually lifted my left knee and used it to crush Taylor against the sofa and with two hands, I ripped the back of the expensive fabric, exposing her butt cheeks to the open air. A powder blue g-string was all that separated me from her nakedness and with another forceful tug I snapped that as well. The lust boiled in my mind and clouded my thought processes. My vision was slightly blurry. But rage-drunk I pressed on with my vengeance. I violently swung Taylor's lighter body until she was on her knees on the sofa, her arms and face against the backrest. "I'm going to rape you now, Taylor," I muttered coldly as I fished out my erection and dropped my pants to my ankles. "You can't rape the willing," she spat back. "Yes, I can." And with a vicious thrust, I speared my cock deep into Taylor's clenching cunt. She screamed as I split her open, and before her voice died out I'd already gripped her hips and started hammering myself against her backside. "Take it, bitch. Take it!" She couldn't respond except to moan and scream even louder. I was pounding her so hard that her chest slammed into the backrest with every thrust. But her juices were flowing and her ecstatic spasms simultaneously thrilled me and made me even angrier. I wanted to hurt her. And not in a trusting-semi-bondage 'hurt' like Kaitlyn. I wanted Taylor to feel hate at what I was doing to her. Yanking her head back with a fistful of hair, I stood her upright and sunk my teeth into her neck, biting and sucking for almost a minute, ensuring that she'd have a hickey marking me as her conqueror that would last for days. Once properly marked, I flung her torso back down against the backrest and resumed my pummeling of her pussy while my hands went to work elsewhere. I tore open the back of Taylor's flimsy halter top, her last piece of intact clothing, and now every article was ripped and hanging loosely on her body. With my left hand I reached around and clamped a meaty paw over Taylor's screaming mouth, blocking the sound and reducing her to desperate moans through my fingers. Her nostrils flared as they tried to make up for the lack of air and I felt the sucking pressure of her gasping at my palm. My right hand reached under Taylor's tattered shirt and finding a firm breast, I dug my nails into a sensitive nipple, forcing a renewed shriek of pain from my fucktoy. I began feeling the wetness of her tears dribbling onto my left hand, still binding her face as my cock sawed in and out of her. And then I felt a new wetness as Taylor's body suddenly went rigid, a jerking transformation so abrupt that I thought she was having a seizure for a moment. But the new wetness was from a flood of honey deluging her pussy as she orgasmed, her back arching back and twitching repeatedly as if she were pumping out girlcum like a man. How DARE she enjoy this! Angrily, I seized her shoulders and threw her face down across the length of the sofa, sprawling her out while the tremors of climax still shook along her spine. I pulled out of her soggy cunt and spread her asscheeks wide. And while Taylor was still in the post-orgasmic haze of unawareness, I crammed my man meat into her nether hole. Small "ugh, ugh, ugh" noises came out from Taylor as I shoved and thrust and pushed my cock all the way down into her anal chute. This amidst her desperate gasping for air now that I wasn't blocking her mouth anymore. And with my knees straddling her ass I tightened my grip on her shoulders, digging in harder until she was clawing at the sofa cushions in a desperate attempt to ward off the pain while I used that grip to lunge my body down with every ounce of power I could muster. Over and over again I ravaged Taylor's ass while I watched her sobbing face down on the sofa, a dark circle of wet tears and drool extending out from around her head. "Oh, fuuuck, Johnny!" she cried. This satisfied my fury for just a moment. And then she whimpered in what sounded like pleasure, followed by a low keening moan. My conscious mind blanked out then, taking me to a point where my memory did not want to follow. One of the last things I do remember was the rush of air past my hand as I reached out to strike her. Never before had I hit a woman in anger. And I'm rather happy I don't especially remember this moment either. And then the final image before true consciousness returned was that of Taylor's worn body beneath me, splayed out and sweating like crazy, and the bright red hue of her cheek with the silhouette of my handprint slowly fading from view. And with each burst of cum ejecting from me and deep into Taylor's asshole, I could feel the rage subsiding. Over and over I fired, plugging Taylor's ass so she'd be shitting semen for days. Her tiny model's waist was turning slightly purple from where I'd been gripping her, and her asshole was stretched so wide open that my cock glided in and out with almost no friction. And when the last few shots dribbled out of me and joined the ocean of sperm swimming around Taylor's bowels, I simply collapsed right on top of her back. I heard the grunt of exertion as my dead weight slammed against her, crushing the girl beneath me. But she did not protest. The only sounds in the room were the both of us breathing heavily and the slimy squishiness of our hot flesh rubbing together. In the end, I sort of rolled over and fell off the couch, my limp noodle exiting Taylor's torn rectum as I landed with a heavy thud onto the rug. Another minute went by with nothing but our gasping. I had no idea how much time had passed. The sun was long gone and there was nothing but darkness outside the windows. Eventually, Taylor moved her head over the edge, her violet eyes aflame as they only did when she was thoroughly aroused. Her hair was so damp with sweat that her bangs were plastered together and actually dripping salty water onto my face. We stared at each other for a long moment, waiting to see if the other would speak first. But what could I say to her? I'd lost control and tried to physically hurt her. I'd really tried to rape Taylor. No matter what she may have done to me, nobody deserved that kind of wrath. My mom had not raised me on the concept of an eye for an eye. How deep was Taylor buried into my soul? How much of a subconscious hold did she have on me that she could affect me so much? Her betrayal had burned me down to my core. She was my first love. And one never totally gets over their first love. I lost myself in the liquid pools of her deep blue eyes. How much did I love her still? And then I thought over the physical pain I'd caused her, the guilt spreading through me like wildfire. Eventually, she spoke first. "Feel better?" "Not exactly," I groaned. "Why not?" Taylor's biting sarcasm was back. "That not vengeance enough for you? Need to fuck my face now?" Her eyes glittered. A joking smirk spread across her face and she looked away for a moment. Her bangs plastered against her cheeks until she shook them loose, sending more sweat flying over me unintentionally. I clapped my hands over my forehead. "Taylor, I'm sorry. What I did was inexcusable." "Don't be, Johnny. I told you, you can't rape the willing. Besides, if you fuck like THAT every time I make you angry... well, I'm going to have to piss you off more often." "But your face," I whimpered. She turned her head and I saw the lumpy red bruises starting to rise up on her cheek. Not to mention the bruising on her wrists and elsewhere on her body. "And everything else. You could have me arrested." "But I'm not going to." And now Taylor recognized that I was really in mental anguish over this. "Johnny, I made a mistake. I made a selfish decision to advance my career without your consent. I really regret that. You don't do that to your friends. And I'm really, really sorry about that." She reached down and brushed some of the wetness off my cheek, a tender smile coming to her face while her eyes settled into a royal blue. I sighed. My turn. "And I'm very sorry for shutting you out. You've meant too much to me and been too much of a good friend for me to not even give you the chance to talk to me. I owed you at least that much." She smiled at my apology as I looked up at her, once again seeing Taylor, my gorgeously hot friend who I cared about. "So I'm sorry and you're sorry," I said. "Where do we go from here?" "Where do you want to go from here? What do you want from me?" There was a hopeful tinge in her voice. I closed my eyes as I grimaced. "I don't know," I told her honestly. "I'm not sure yet." "Well I know what I want. And whether you believe my sincerity or not, what I want is you, Johnny. I really do love you. Someday, I know you'll realize that." ------- Part 4: The Choice I emerged from my bathroom feeling much refreshed, and yet my entire body ached from the exertion I'd just put it through. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed towards my closet to find a fresh set of pajamas. I'd also have to locate something for Taylor to wear. I stalked over and pulled open the closet door. Immediately I heard a mousy shriek and then the light poured through the closet doorway to reveal Kaitlyn standing there, a little embarrassed at having been caught. I jerked in surprise, but then calmed down enough to ask, "Kaitlyn?" She just ignored me for a moment while looking around behind me to see if I was alone. And then with her gaze towards the bathroom where she could still hear the shower running, she whispered almost reverently, "She's sooo much prettier in person." I turned my own head to follow Kaitlyn's line of sight, and I thought of Taylor in there still taking a shower. We'd finished our cleaning and I wanted to get out while Taylor just wanted to sit down on the shower bench and let the hot water massage away some of her sore muscles. I couldn't argue as I was the reason she was in so much pain. "Yeah, she is very pretty." I admitted. Then my brain caught up to me and I added, "But you're quite the hottie yourself." Kaitlyn blushed at the compliment. But her eyes were still on the bathroom. "Maybe..." "How long were you spying on us?" "I was NOT spying on you!" "Keep your voice down!" I hissed. "I wasn't spying. I came up for... you know. But then I saw you were already banging her. And oh, my lord. I didn't know you could be that rough. I mean, I like pain. But that was just insane! You two were incredible!" Then she turned and looked at me with a panicked expression. "But how can I compete with that? She's so much prettier than me. And she even fucks better than me." I sighed, already annoyed with her teenaged immaturity. Kaitlyn's emotions could turn on a dime. "Kaitlyn, it's not a beauty competition. I'm not a prize. And maybe you should go back down the ladder before she comes out and finds you've been spying on us." "But..." she whined. "I'll call you in the morning," I interrupted. "I promise." Kaitlyn just bit her lip and then obeyed. Once she was gone, I found my pajamas and got a smaller set of clothes for Taylor. They would be rather baggy on her thin frame, but at least they weren't shredded. I'd find some outdoor clothes for her tomorrow. ------- WEDNESDAY I woke up holding a sweet smelling woman. There are few pleasures in this world nicer than that. Her short, dark hair was splayed out on the pillow before me, her fair skin an angelic white in the morning light. She was wearing one of my muscle-T-shirts, the baggy armholes having shifted in the night to give me tantalizing glimpses of her large breasts from the side. The bedcovers had been pushed away during the abnormally warm night, and I let my gaze travel along the slight, but noticeable, musculature of her toned arms all the way down towards her dainty fingers. But then I saw the ugly purple splotching her wrist. And then the memory of last night came rushing at me like a battering ram. I jerked and gasped and the motion was enough to wake Taylor up. She sensed my momentary panic and got up much more quickly than I could ever manage. "What's wrong?" she asked as she sat up and turned around to face me. I was holding her hand, dismayed by the bruising on her wrist. And as she turned the other side of her face came into view, a matching purplish splotch on her cheek marring her otherwise perfect face. "Oh, dammit, Taylor. I'm so sorry," I whimpered as I reached up to touch her. Despite my gentleness, she registered pain when my fingers contacted her cheek and she jerked away reflexively. This only served to make my mood even worse. "No, no, Johnny, it's alright," she tried to soothe me. "It's nothing a little makeup can't fix." I wanted to believe her. But I just grimaced seeing the damage I'd caused. A low whine bubbled up in the back of my throat. I both looked and sounded quite pathetic. Her eyes rolled and then Taylor did something patently 'Taylor-ish'. She reached up and slapped me, hard. My jaw felt like it dislocated with the impact. I couldn't even say 'oww' it hurt so much. I just cowered down for a moment and held my cheek. Taylor cocked her head to the side and glowered at me. "There, we're even. Now cowboy up and act like a man!" she ordered. Her eyes rolled again and she slid out of bed gingerly, heading into the bathroom to freshen up for the morning. ------- When the two of us emerged, Taylor was still in my sleeveless shirt and lounge pants. One of my plush bathrobes hung from her shoulders and seemed to swallow up her thin body in the thick padding. I was similarly clad in my usual around-the-house casual attire. I'd intercommed Dorothy to prepare ahead of time and the 4-person square breakfast table was set for us. Like a gentleman, I helped Taylor into her chair and she immediately reached out to grab a croissant and the glass of orange juice waiting for her. I made no further comment on Taylor's minor injuries, and the long-sleeved robe obscured most of the bruises. Still, I couldn't help but watch like a hawk as Taylor stretched out her arms to pick up various food items with her purple-splotched wrists exposed. And I half-glared at Dorothy, almost daring her to say something about the discoloration on Taylor's cheek. In fact, I was so absorbed with quietly observing Taylor that I failed to notice there was a third place setting. And two minutes into the breakfast Cassandra came down the hallway, from the office I presume. "Good morning, sir. Good morning, Taylor." "Cassandra!" Taylor gushed. "I haven't seen you in such a long time! How are you?" "I'm doing well," Cassandra replied as she took her seat next to me and directly across from Taylor. Her eyes flickered for just a moment to the shiner on Taylor's cheek, but she smothered any reaction. "It's good to see you again." "Oh, wow. You know, I never did thank you for that wonderful evening you put together for me and Johnny, in Paris." Taylor reached her hand out and squeezed my forearm. "That was maybe the most romantic night of my life." Cassandra smiled and glanced down at her plate for a moment. Then she looked over at the perky brunette. "You're very welcome. It's always great to get feedback on my arrangements. SOMEONE here doesn't always thank me for the wonderful job I'm doing." She got in a little dig at me. "I know it! This guy here," Taylor cocked a thumb in my direction, "may be the greatest guy in the world. But sometimes he just doesn't understand how to make a woman feel appreciated." "Hey!" I exclaimed. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here." Taylor just ignored me and kept going. "Anyways, I know you're doing a great job. I just look around here and look at all the things going on in his life. He'd be lost without you." "Hey! What'd I just say?" I protested half-heartedly. "Keep this up and I'll forbid you from coming by here anymore." "Like I'm not used to being shut out," Taylor retorted. "Oh, ignore him," Cassandra advised. "I'm in charge here anyways. And you are welcome here anytime." "Thank you." Then Taylor's voice dropped to a sultry husk, "And you, my delicious blonde bombshell, are welcome in my bedroom anytime." Cassandra grinned. "With him? Or without him?" "Both!" Taylor's tongue slipped out and trailed along her upper lip. "I only got you for half of the Paris trip, so we've got a lot of catching up to do." I just sat back and ate my breakfast. The conversation continued on just fine without me. We were just finishing up our plates when I heard the doorbell ring. A minute later, Edward came around the corner. "Miss Reynolds and friend here to see you, sir." I glanced at both Taylor and Cassandra. Kaitlyn? Here? Now? I nodded to my butler, not having much of a choice. I had no issues with Cassandra seeing Kaitlyn. After all, I'd watched them licking each other's pussies once, the day Cassandra came back from her vacation. But I wasn't sure how Taylor might react. And having three beautiful lovers all together at once could either be very good, or very, very bad for me. Oops, make that four beautiful lovers. Kaitlyn turned the corner and Lindsay was right behind her. Cassandra reacted faster than my dumb male brain could engage itself. "Good morning, girls!" she said brightly. "Good morning, Cassandra." "Morning!" The two replied. "Oh, I'm sorry, are we interrupting your breakfast?" Kaitlyn pouted. "No, not at all," Taylor answered first. "Please, join us." At first, Lindsay looked around for a fifth chair at the four-person table. But Cassandra immediately stood up and offered her seat. "Please," the blonde gestured to her chair. "Oh, no! I don't meant to put you out," the redhead apologized. "Don't worry about it. I've got a lot of work to get back to anyways. Somebody's gotta keep this man rich and able to dote on you young ladies." Cassandra flashed a brilliant smile and then took her leave. "So, Johnny?" Taylor finally said. "Are you going to introduce me or what?" I almost choked on my coffee, mentally fumbling for a neutral-sounding introduction. "Oh, so sorry. Where are my manners? Taylor, this is Kaitlyn and Lindsay." I gestured towards each girl in turn. "Both girls live here in the building and Kaitlyn's parents were the first to welcome me here." And then it was Taylor's turn. I caught a piercingly interested look from her, as if she were wondering how I would introduce her. I continued to play it safe. "Girls, this is Taylor. We've been good friends since college." Kaitlyn snorted. "Good friend, my ass. All the news channels and magazines say she's your girlfriend." Taylor smiled and looked down at her empty plate for a minute. Kaitlyn and Lindsay arched their eyebrows at me. It was clear no one was going to speak until I responded. "Well, let me just admit that I'm not completely sure of our status right now." I looked over at Taylor, who flashed her eyes at me. Rather than being upset, she actually looked amused to see me squirming a bit. Lindsay cut in. "So let me get this straight. As of now, she's not your girlfriend?" "I'm not using that term at the moment." Kaitlyn interjected, "But you ARE fucking her, right?" Taylor actually started laughing. "I LIKE you two." Exasperated, I sighed. Kaitlyn clearly already knew I was fucking Taylor. She'd watched us last night. Right before I sent her down the ladder. In fact... "Kaitlyn, what are you guys doing here anyways?" "You were supposed to call me. When you didn't, I came looking for you." At the front door? I glared at Kaitlyn and her obvious lie. "I did promise I'd call you. LATER." "You said 'in the morning'." "It's ten o'clock. It IS morning. And there's still two more hours of morning." Kaitlyn ignored me and looked to Taylor. "Is he always this grumpy in the morning?" Taylor was laughing so hard by now that tears were actually rolling down her cheeks. "I wouldn't know, actually. I don't usually stick around overnight." She looked over at me and started patting the back of my head condescendingly while I glowered at the teenagers across the table. "Then again, the few times I did stay over, I usually had his cock in my mouth. That's a pretty good cure for male grumpiness." Kaitlyn smirked, almost a challenging grin on her face as she fished out a carrot and slowly popped it through her red lips. "I'll let you in on a little secret... I know that cure works very well on him. Lindsay and I have been fucking John for weeks." I do believe my jaw not only hit the floor, it crashed through the floor and downstairs into the Reynolds' apartment. "Really?" Taylor arched an eyebrow at me. "Well, I'm happy he's had you to keep him company." Kaitlyn kept sucking on her carrot, and despite my embarrassment I couldn't help but become a little aroused watching her play sex kitten. "It doesn't bother you? I mean, I know you're not officially his girlfriend, but still." "Oh, not at all," Taylor insisted. "I have a very open mind about sex, in all forms and combinations. It is there for pleasure, not mistrust. I've had my other boyfriends and even my other girlfriends, too." Taylor's smile then became rather predatory. "And to be honest, looking at two pretty young ladies like you, I can't blame him." Lindsay was the first to respond. "You flatter us Miss Brynn." "Call me 'Taylor'." Lindsay smiled. "Taylor..." She sounded in love with the name. "Anyways, I know we turned heads around school but you are simply gorgeous. For at least, like, two years, we both wanted to be just like you." Taylor's eyes sparkled. "Actually, you can probably help me with something," Kaitlyn cut in. "I'm really rather new to blowjobs. Just hadn't had much practice until the last week or so. And I'd really like to get better. How do you get him to cum harder? I mean, the little boys I tried first would just pop off if I frigged them really hard and really fast. But a man like John? Didn't work. Does he have any particular tastes?" "Johnny? Oh, of course." Taylor leaned forward and held out her hands, miming like she would be stroking an erect penis. "Well, every man is different. You learn to pick up on signals. Like with Johnny, you can always tell when he's about to come because there's this big vein that runs across the top of his dick. It kind of starts on the right side near the crown and cuts diagonally left about halfway down the shaft. And when he's getting close and ready for you to start pumping harder, that vein gets-" "Okay! Okay!" I stood up. "I'll leave you ladies to discuss the finer points of my anatomy. But for me, I've had enough of girls talking about me like I'm not here." Taylor just grinned and Kaitlyn and Lindsay didn't look about to budge from their seats. I just sighed and stalked away down the hall while I heard Taylor start up her lesson once again. ------- Two steps down the hall, I changed my mind and headed towards the office instead of my private quarters. I knocked and after hearing Cassandra say, "enter", I stepped inside. She was comfortably reclining in the plush desk chair, her laptop open and her all-business glasses perched on her nose. When she saw me and I closed the door, she took off her glasses and stepped out from around the desk. I took three more steps forward to approach her, but she closed the rest of the distance, wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a firm kiss on me. My lips parted to allow her tongue to snake inside, and she was moaning happily as we both felt the rush of pleasing endorphins run their way down our spines. I wrapped up her body in mine, and we were hugging tenderly while our tongues played with each other. With contented sighs, we eventually let each other go. But then her eyes opened and it was back to business-Cassandra. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Oh, Taylor started giving the girls tips on how to blow me, starting with a detailed description of my anatomy. All I could do was flee in terror." Cassandra chuckled at that. "Well, you should get back to them. All three of them are your guests. It wouldn't be proper to leave them for long." I cinched my grip tighter around the blonde's thin waist. "Oh, I think they'll manage. I already feel bad about neglecting you for so long. I haven't given you an orgasm in days." "I'm fine, really. I have many pleasant memories of us to keep me company. But you should go out there and use this big boy," she squeezed my half-hard cock, "on Taylor." I pulled back and looked at her a little funny. "You serious?" "Jonathan," she soothed. "We talked about this. I will always be here for you, later. And I think Taylor is really good for you. You've got history, she understands the lifestyle, and she would make a wonderful companion for you. I rather say she'd make an excellent wife for you." "You're actually telling me to leave and go fuck Taylor." "Yes!" she grinned, turning me around and then spanking my ass as she pushed me towards the office door. "If you're lucky, I may even come join you." ------- I returned to the breakfast table to find it empty. The girls were all gone. For a moment, I stood alone. With seven people presently in the apartment, you'd think it would be difficult to find oneself alone in a communal area, but here I was. Shaking my head, I did what I always do. I headed into my private quarters. At first, I had a mind to turn on the TV and settle in for some time killing. But once in my lounge, I heard a girlish moan float through the open doorway to my bedroom. Three steps later, I stopped in my tracks, riveted by the sight before me. Taylor's bathrobe was gone and she sat half-naked on my bed, reclining against the plush pillows. She wore only my muscle-T-shirt while Kaitlyn knelt next to her, holding Taylor's face as she softly kissed my friend like only a woman knows how to do. Meanwhile, Lindsay was facedown between Taylor's naked thighs such that all I could see was the back of her head bobbing and wriggling in Taylor's crotch. Taylor was the first to see me, and she moaned at Lindsay's ministrations before snapping her eyes open and beaming at me. "Hey! Uh, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your playthings." Kaitlyn just shifted her head and began kissing at Taylor's ear and down towards her neck. "Not at all. Mind if I jump in?" "Be my guest." And then she turned to recapture Kaitlyn's lips with her own while Kaitlyn moved to lift off the T-shirt and gain access to Taylor's incredible breasts. "That's a funny thing to say to the man who actually owns this place. So I will invite all three of you to please, make yourselves at home." Kaitlyn just rolled her eyes at me and then ducked her head to take an engorged nipple into her mouth while Taylor held Kaitlyn's head in her hands and moaned. Meanwhile, I slid up behind Lindsay and began unfastening the clasp of her jeans. They were so tight they looked spray-painted on her. The effect gave me a wonderful view of her clothed ass, but it was a pain trying to get them off of her legs. And she seemed intent on continuing her tasting of her feminine idol's pussy. But after thirty seconds, Lindsay just rolled over and smirked at me. "Even older men can't figure out how to properly undress a girl." And with that she began lifting up her shirt. I was able to easily disrobe from my lounge pants and shirt. And once I was done I leaned down to help finish off Lindsay's jeans and panties. Once I got the eighteen-year-old redhead fully nude, she opened her arms to welcome me as I climbed atop her. "Hiya, John." "Hiya back." And I dipped my head to kiss her. Meanwhile, the couple next to us on the bed was making a lot more noise. Taylor and Kaitlyn were devouring each other's faces and slobbering all over the place, feminine softness long forgotten. The pure lust radiated heat all around them. "Gawd, you are so beautiful," Kaitlyn moaned in between liplocks. And then she squealed as Taylor's fingers found their way into her dripping wet snatch. They rolled around the bed together for a minute, playfully tugging and groping and teasing. They laughed constantly, except for one moment when Taylor yelped in pain and then exclaimed, "Watch the wrists! They still hurt!" Eventually, Taylor was on top, nipping at the young blonde's jaw line and neck while she plunged two fingers in and out of her little friend. The teen nymph went limp and started gasping as the pleasure raced around her brain. But while I watched the other women, Lindsay's lips were nipping at my ear as she rotated her hips around until she could get me lined up. I looked down at her sweet face as I got to my elbows and knees, and then slowly pressed the head of my cock in between her folds. "Oh, fuuuuuuck," Lindsay drawled as she felt each inch of my shaft parting her tight vagina and in the end she grunted as I bottomed out. "Why do I even bother fucking my boyfriend? He can't fill me the way you do." "Oh, no you don't," I admonished her while I ducked my head to tongue at her conical nipples pointing straight up perkily. "I've got enough romantic complications as it is. Let's just have fun, shall we?" Lindsay just grinned at me, her cute face awash with excitement. "Fuck the shit out of me, John." "With pleasure." And then our hips were banging away. Meanwhile, after bringing Kaitlyn to one orgasm with her fingers, Taylor had moved down the bed to bring her extremely talented tongue into play. And as my hips slapped against one teenaged nympho's pelvis, I heard the other teenaged nympho squeaking in wonderful agony as the best rug-muncher in New York ate her out. Taylor glanced at me for just a moment, her violet eyes issuing a challenge. And from then on it was a race to see who could make their teen cum first. I had to admit, I was at something of a disadvantage. No matter what the skill of the lover, for speed orgasms direct access to the clit was something of a requirement. And no matter how well I drilled Lindsay, I would never be able to stimulate that love button the way Taylor could by licking at Kaitlyn. After thirty seconds, I pulled out and quickly flipped Lindsay over doggy-style. And before she could catch her breath I had re-inserted myself from behind. My right hand reached around to our joining and found the skinny redhead's hard nub of a clit, prominently protruding conveniently for my wet fingers to find. My left hand wrapped around the underside of her left breast, tracing the sensitive nerves. The new position let me stimulate her directly, but the only thing that could let me win was my familiarity with Lindsay's pleasure spots. Taylor, meanwhile, was quickly figuring out Kaitlyn's pleasure spots despite only meeting her this morning. And when I saw Taylor harshly shove three fingers into Kaitlyn's juicing cunt, I realized she had figured out Kaitlyn's penchant for rougher sex. I was hammering myself against Lindsay's asscheeks, and she was wailing a constant "Fu-, fu-, fu-," unable to complete the word before my hips knocked the breath out of her. Her inner muscles tightened around me, and for the briefest moment I had hope. But then Taylor popped a finger into Kaitlyn's anus, and the race was over. Kaitlyn's legs flew up and clamped around Taylor's head, squeezing tightly while her back arched so high her shoulders got airborne while she planted on her head. The scream that ripped its way out of Kaitlyn's throat was deafening, and carried on and on and on. By the time Kaitlyn's legs fell limply to her sides, Taylor was gasping for air and her face was soaked. Kaitlyn just moaned "I think I'm in love," and then started giggling. Her peals of laughter only got stronger as Taylor crawled up Kaitlyn's steaming hot body and blubbering playfully, she rubbed off her fluid-covered face into Kaitlyn's big, perky cleavage. Meanwhile, watching and - more importantly - listening to Kaitlyn's climax had both Lindsay and I at the edge of our own orgasms. Once I lost the race it no longer became an issue about cumming faster, but about cumming better. I flipped over one of Lindsay's legs without exiting her, so that she was laying on her side while I straddled her lower leg and dug even deeper into her spasming channel. With one hand I held her upper leg against my chest while the other hand kept up its assault on her clit. And at the moment I felt my own balls uncoiling and readying themselves to burst, I popped my own finger into Lindsay's ass, winking at Taylor, and as her body stiffened I felt my dick let go and begin to spew forth its offering into her clenching snatch. Lindsay's eyes rolled up and her head twitched spasmodically as her climax spread through her body. She was almost oblivious to me pumping a gallon of cum inside of her. And when it eventually passed, she just closed her eyes and sagged against the mattress. Kaitlyn and Taylor were cuddled together for the moment, rubbing noses while the blonde teen kept touching at the brunette model's face as if in disbelief while Taylor tried not to wince too hard at the gentle caresses. Kaitlyn's eyes were wide as she soaked in the experience, not knowing if it would ever happen again. I had to admit, Kaitlyn really did look like she was in love. At least, she never really looked at me that way. I pulled out of Lindsay with a wet plopping noise, and then our mingled cream began to ooze out of her while she lay panting. Taylor looked over, and asked, "Do you want to switch?" I honestly did. Variety is what keeps life interesting. But Kaitlyn looked so happy with Taylor for the moment. I would feel bad about taking her idol away. "Stay there, Taylor," a new voice interrupted. "I've got it." Cassandra leaned against the wall behind me, her blue-grey eyes simmering. Her gaze was locked in on the pearly fluids leaking out from Lindsay's pussy. She paused to remove her blouse first, leaving on the thin bra doing its best to restrain her bulging breasts. I moved out of the way, and then she stopped to kiss me before lowering her tongue to slurp out Lindsay's and my love cocktail. The redheaded teen, already suffering from sensory overload, couldn't even get her limbs to function properly as she lay twitching on the bed, feeling Cassandra's expert tongue carving out her insides. Meanwhile, I moved along to the other pairing. Taylor immediately took charge, seating me comfortably against the pillows and headboard. And then she directed Kaitlyn to bring me back to hardness Kaitlyn's green eyes flashed before she sucked me into her mouth, and then Taylor's lips were in her ear, huskily whispering instructions as Kaitlyn bobbed her head up and down my rising member. Kaitlyn was an apt pupil. After improving tremendously in the few weeks we'd known each other, now she was pleasuring my pleasure-stick in ways she'd never been able to accomplish before. And with careful directions and quick reactions, she not only brought me to full hardness in rapid time, but I felt the pangs of desire to ejaculate already building inside of me. I was about to let Kaitlyn suck me to completion in her mouth. And yet, I wanted to fuck something. I lay here, with four unbelievably hot women writhing around my bedroom. I wasn't going to settle for anything less than at least two more orgasms. And I wanted them to count. It was my turn to take charge and I moved Taylor until she was flat on her back. And then gently prying Kaitlyn off me, who didn't want to stop, I directed her to lie on top of Taylor and the blonde eagerly leapt into position, immediately capturing Taylor's mouth in a searing kiss as they pressed together, chest to chest. For a moment, they had a hard time getting their tongues into each other, their tits so firm and large it took a little Lego-like positioning to get comfortably close enough. I settled in behind the girls, standing at the edge of the bed and looked down on the four holes, each seeming to wink at me and plead to be the first. I started by spreading Kaitlyn's asscheeks and rubbing the spongy head of my cock in the wet folds of her pussy. "Ooh, fuck me, John," Kaitlyn pleaded. But just when she thought I was going to plunge into her, I lowered down and stuffed the first few inches of my cock in between Taylor's gaping vaginal lips. Taylor stiffened at first, pressing Kaitlyn's body upwards while their tits crushed together, and then she relaxed to allow me to glide all the way in. I groaned happily at the wonderful feeling inside of her hot tunnel of paradise. Kaitlyn spread her legs to the side and managed to grind her clit down against Taylor's pubic bone, whimpering in pleasure as she masturbated herself on Taylor's body. Meanwhile, the two of them continued tonguing and licking at various ears and necklines while I plugged away at Taylor, doing my best to hit her g-spot inside. But just when Taylor's hips started bucking back at me, I pulled out, spread Kaitlyn once again, and burrowed my cock into the teenaged vixen's saturated pussy. She was so lubricated with orgasmic fluids that I slid right through her normally restrictive tightness and bottomed out in one thrust. I split her so quickly that she instantly lifted her head and cried out a fresh climax, Taylor suckling at her throat as she screamed. I kept thrusting even through Kaitlyn's orgasm, driving her to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure while her pussy muscles clamped and squeezed in a riot of abuse around my shaft. When her cries died out, I pulled out and pushed my way back into Taylor once again, filling her quickly and then rapidly pumping as she gasped and moaned while clutching the blonde nymphet to her neck. I felt kind of bad. Kaitlyn had cum twice and Taylor had yet to get off. This had to be unfamiliar territory for the normally sex-crazed goddess. And so I worked extra hard to grind against Taylor's sensitive inner nerves while Kaitlyn was lavishing attention upon Taylor's breasts and face. And in the end, I was rewarded with a wriggling climax out of Taylor as she vibrated and came, dumping a fresh load of girlcum into our union. This time, I was already moving on to the next part. I rotated my shaft around inside her while she writhed around the bed, and I found the nightstand was within my reach. Popping the drawer I pulled out the bottle of Astroglide. I let my cock enjoy the aftershocks of Taylor's orgasm inside of her spasming pussy. Meanwhile, I applied a liberal amount of lube to Kaitlyn's anus in front of me. She just wiggled her butt cheeks in anticipation. And then I pulled out to squeeze several globs into Taylor's asshole and then coat my cock. The short breather gave me enough time to let the sensations crawling up and down my dick subside. Now I knew I had enough stamina for a good, long fucking. Once again, I played around with both girls, teasing them to see which hole I violated first. This time I went with the blonde teen, her asscheeks so firm I could barely dent them when I gripped them. And when my crown popped through her sphincter, she groaned and then reached back to spread her cheeks wider and allow me deep into her chute. Kaitlyn gasped at my entry and then whimpered, "Ooh, John. Fuck my ass. Violate my little body." Glancing to the side, I could see Cassandra and Lindsay had formed their own 69, fully naked. Lindsay was crawling all over Cassandra's longer and curvier body, exploring the huge tits and sweet snatch while trying to remain composed with the statuesque blonde's tongue buried inside of her. I pulled out of Kaitlyn and then aimed lower. And now Taylor reached her hands down to hold herself open for me as my cock speared forward and into her ass. After thirty seconds I switched back, filling the little girl's ass and giving her a good pumping before pulling out again and re-entering Taylor. And then I was ramming the hot model while I watched Kaitlyn's dilated asshole trying to close back up slowly. I waited and waited, watching the tight muscle contracting millimeters at a time while I plugged Taylor's backside. And just when it seemed like Kaitlyn's anus recovered enough to close, I pulled out and slammed my cock through Kaitlyn's anal gateway once again. She screamed at the sudden penetration, and then I pulled a hand back to spank her cheeks while I continued reaming her out. Kaitlyn lost all ability to focus on Taylor and instead crouched on all fours, just trying to endure the pounding I was giving her ass as she cried out from the rapid thrusting through her overstretched nether passage. Taylor wasn't exactly soothing her either. Her hands pulled roughly at Kaitlyn's nipples and her teeth left scoring marks across the delicate girl's neck. Taylor's nails even raised a few small welts on the teen's back. I could only imagine what was going through Kaitlyn's head as her primary male lover and her female idol ravaged her body together. And very quickly Kaitlyn was shrieking out her climax I grinned seeing movement to the side and then Kaitlyn's shriek was muffled halfway as her eighteen-year-old best friend, Lindsay, leaned in and shoved her tongue down Kaitlyn's throat. This didn't dissuade the blonde completely, and her muzzled squalling continued to pour out as she was now being pawed at by three people at once, her orgasm building and building rather than subsiding. Cassandra, meanwhile, lowered her head down to Taylor so they were upside- down relative to each other. And with her palms against Taylor's cheeks, my beautiful personal assistant planted a firm Spider-man kiss on the hot brunette. Kaitlyn's orgasm finally gave out, and so did her limbs. The light teen collapsed onto Taylor's body, her anus spasming a few final times around my cock. I couldn't handle much more. And so exiting Kaitlyn and letting her tumble off to the side, I buried my pecker into Taylor's ass and began thrusting away in my final sprint. "Aw, fuck, fuck, fuck," Taylor chanted while I reamed her out. Once Kaitlyn rolled off into Lindsay and the two teens nuzzled and cuddled with each other, I was able to focus all my attention on Taylor. She'd been pressed underneath the blonde teenager for so long that she needed to stretch her limbs out for a moment. And while I continued violating her asshole I pulled on her legs and hoisted them over my shoulders, pounding away and seeking nothing but my release. My hands roughly gripped her hips, still sore and bruised from last night, and Taylor yelped in fresh pain while simultaneously moaning in pleasure, the result a strangled cry directly into Cassandra's mouth. Cassandra was already massaging Taylor's arms and breasts while they maintained their liplock, and even though I wasn't trying to induce orgasm, Taylor stiffened and came. The sudden clamping of her ass was all I needed to spill over the edge, and with a roar of triumph I slammed as far as I could up into Taylor's bowels, and the head of my cock exploded as it blew wad after wad of cum deep inside of her trembling body. "Fill me, baby!" she screamed while I fired over and over, ejaculating my heavy cum-bombs into her anal depths for the second time in just a few hours. In the end, Taylor's head lolled to the side as she panted with exhaustion. She was in good shape, a must for any fashion model. But she wasn't used to supporting a blonde eighteen-year-old on her chest for that long, especially in her weary, injured state. Fortunately, her two biggest fans soon came over and soothed her. Lindsay wanted to get her share of kisses she'd been missing while tied up with me and Cassandra. And Kaitlyn wanted to get to the naughty cocktail of sperm oozing out of Taylor's ass. Cassandra, meanwhile, dragged me off to the shower. "Let's get you cleaned up." Even after all the fucking, once inside the shower I was still mesmerized by the huge wonderfulness of Cassandra's boobs. Once the hot water was spraying on them and giving them a warm glow, I couldn't keep my hands or my lips off of them. She chuckled while I suckled, and her hands were busy soaping up my body and cleaning me up. Two minutes later, when she was satisfied with my cleanliness, Cassandra sank to her knees and held my prick up in her face. "Miss Cooper, what do you think you're doing?" "I'm getting you ready for my turn, sir," she purred. And then her face descended and I was once again in the warm paradise of a woman's mouth. It had been days since I'd made love with Cassandra. And before that one Sunday, it had been much longer before that. I appreciated so much how she gave so much of herself into my life and asked for so little in return. And a burning desire, coming from deep in my gut more than the lust from my loins, had me desperate to join with her. Cassandra's oral ministrations had me hard again in record time, considering I'd just had two wonderful ejaculations. And when I felt the surge of energy flowing through my body I pulled out of her mouth, lifted her to a standing position, and then pressed her back against the wall as I captured her lips with my own. Cassandra half shrieked at the cold marble against her skin but also moaned into my kiss. And then I'd pinned her hands against the wall behind her as I smothered her with my affectionate lust and rubbed my chest against her tits. My cock nudged up against her belly, and with my hands still pinning her to the wall I tried to get my dick lined up to thrust inside of her. And then once I got into position, I suddenly seized her hips, lifted her up, and impaled her on my shaft. "Aaaaah!" she wailed as pulled her crotch all the way down against mine so I was balls deep in Cassandra's wonderful pussy. But despite the temptation to stay and fuck her in the privacy of the shower. I shut off the water and then stepped outside. I had an orgy to return to. Cassandra clutched my neck and back with her legs crossed behind my hips for support. I held her asscheeks in my palms and managed to grab an oversized, fluffy towel on the way out the door. I only had enough time and balance to fling the towel into something resembling a flat rectangle before I sank to my knees, planted Cassandra on the towel, and began rutting her into the rug. We were on the floor next to my bed, and Taylor peeked her head over the edge to watch us while I drilled Cassandra. "There you are, baby! I was beginning to worry you'd forgotten about me," she pouted, her violet eyes dancing. Cassandra blew her a kiss before closing her eyes to simply enjoy the feeling of physical pleasure shooting up and down her body. Taylor, meanwhile, squeezed her eyes shut and moaned from something behind her. I could only imagine what she, Kaitlyn, and Lindsay were up to on that bed. And despite the wonderful feeling of making love to the goddess beneath me, my mind was already wandering to whatever other sexual combinations and positions I could take my pleasure from. I guess Cassandra was right. My male, sex-controlled brain, told me to love what we were doing. And by extension that made me think I loved her... right? But inside my head, I could already hear her reminding me: "When you're fucking Taylor you think you love her. When you're fucking Nicole you think you love her. And I know when you're fucking me you think you love me. So understand that you love what we are doing. And that is enough for me." Cassandra was so accepting and so wonderfully compatible with me. Despite the abundance of female flesh I found my world shrinking down until there was no orgy, there was no bedroom, there wasn't even a floor nor towel beneath her. There was only Cassandra and me, floating in empty air. And there was only the shared orgasm ripping through our bodies as we came together and I filled her body with the liquid expression of my love. And as her arms pulled me close to her, our sweaty bodies melding together while my cock perfectly molded itself inside of her pussy, spitting out jet after jet of hot cum to splash against her insides, I understood. I would never get tired of making love to Cassandra. I knew without a doubt that as my dating relationships came and went, she would always be with me. There was a corner reserved in my heart for her. Maybe she would never have the whole thing, but neither could she ever lose that corner. ------- Kaitlyn and Lindsay had left. Cassandra occupied herself with some sort of work, primarily to leave me and Taylor alone. Out of clean clothes and other personal items, Taylor now readied to take her leave. She'd been here longer than expected already. Taylor had hinted an interest in just shuttling to her place and packing an overnight bag to return straight back to me. But despite the newfound stability in our relationship, it was a tenuous balance at best. And when I didn't warm to her hinting, she dropped the playful teasing and asked me point blank, "Why can't we get together? Really together? I thought that was what you'd always wanted." I held her close and yet apart from me, gripping both of her elbows tightly to her body. "Remember what I said about building a relationship on lies?" "But that's done, isn't it? My lies are exposed, and I've apologized for them." My eyes flickered to the shiny bruise on her cheek. She didn't have to add that I'd already punished her quite severely as well. "Johnny, let us make a new relationship, built on love." I couldn't answer. I wanted to, but the anger I'd felt towards her was still fresh. Instead, I walked her to the door of my private lounge, the unofficial exit of my apartment. Everything beyond was common area and Edward would escort her out. Cassandra had loaned Taylor some clothes, which looked stylish but still obviously weren't quite the perfect fit. In her slightly disheveled and bruised appearance, the haughty model was gone, leaving only a pretty girl with a more innocent and honest look than I was used to seeing in her. Taylor stopped before I could open the door and turned to me, moisture in her eyes but steely composure as well. "I love you, Johnny," she told me in a plain voice so I had nothing to doubt her sincerity. I already knew that nothing in this world would make her happier than me returning the sentiment. But I couldn't say it unless I really meant it. Instead, I stepped forward and bearhugged her. She gasped and let out a faint sniffle, but then I seized her face and planted a warm kiss on her lips. It was kind of sad. I'd been in love with her for so long, although much of it subconsciously. At almost any time in the past seven years, if she'd professed her love, I would have jumped at the chance to be with her. But to her, I was just a friend. In cruel irony, I was now sending her away as just a friend. And as she pressed her cheek against mine while clutching me in a return hug, I whispered. "Taylor, I don't know what's going to happen between us. But I do forgive you." She sniffled and squeezed tighter. And after swaying with each other for a few moments, I pulled back until I could look right into her eyes. I don't know that I'd ever seen them so big before. Her irises were open oceans of blue innocence. "At the very least, I want things to be the way they were before. We could tell each other anything. We could call each other on a moment's notice to grab a bite to eat. And we were a reliable backup if we ever needed a date." Taylor nodded, seemingly satisfied with the situation. Maybe she was half expecting me to completely shut her out once again, and any result other than that was a positive result. "And in the future?" she whispered, so quiet I could barely hear her. It was remarkable how much of an impact that made on me. She was always so confident, so in control. To hear her softly expressing meek hope made her words even more real. I let my forehead down and rest against hers. "Just like before. Just like the hope I once had. Maybe... maybe not. But I'm open to the possibility." She brought a hand up and clenched a handful of my shirt, tugging gently. "I hope you have a good weekend with Nicole. I really do. More than anything, I want to see you happy." "Thanks," I replied sincerely. "I really appreciate that." "And I'm accepting this for now." There was a trace of Taylor's old edge coming back. "For now..." she emphasized. She didn't have to remind me how much the future changes things. And then she nodded and let go of me. "I'll see you next week, okay?" "Count on it." ------- THURSDAY Life comes at you in waves. Whether it's a series of rainy days followed by weeks of sunshine or the run on black at a roulette table followed by a run on red. Things just come in trends. Yesterday I'd fucked four beautiful women. And as it eventually turned out, today I didn't get any. Taylor was gone. I'd see her again, but not until next week. I had no scheduling with Kaitlyn and Lindsay. They showed up when they wanted to and didn't when they had other plans. Today was a day where they had other things to do. Cassandra had to go downtown to meet with my lawyers for some issue I didn't care to find out about. For a moment I enjoyed my time and space. I idled the hours away dreaming up eccentric ways of blowing money. Should I put in a pool on the roof and encrust it with jewels that paint a portrait of my face in the bottom? Should I replate my bathroom in gold and platinum? Should I get a dog and dress it as if it were my own little human being? Nah. I hadn't grown up with money. No matter how much I was enjoying the security of not needing to work for a living, I still couldn't just waste it on the truly frivolous. Actually, I needed to find something worthwhile to do with my life. I'd been given a gift. I'd spent weeks enjoying myself. But in the end, I had to be a decent human being and find a way to justify my existence. Two hours later, I still wasn't sure. But for now, I had a weekend to plan. ------- FRIDAY My mom stopped by, rather unexpectedly, for a visit. She wanted to see my place and check on my sanity. I think she half-expected me to be wallowing in narcotic-excess with a dozen naked women lounging around my expensive playpen. I almost wanted to say, "No. That was Wednesday morning." I suppose it was just as well that she stopped by. She was able to give her approval over my home and declare it close enough to feng shui. It also kept me from seeking out a nubile body to screw. Rather than having a final morning fling before seeing Nicole, all my focus would be on seeing the beautiful woman tonight. And my mom's visit gave me the opportunity to warn her I was going out of town for the weekend. I'd made a promise to warn her when I was traveling abroad. "With a girl?" she immediately asked. "Yes." "The same girl who broke your heart in college?" "No, mother." "Hmm, too bad." And then she was already turning to inspect some other part of my house. "Huh?" I'd expected her to be happy I wasn't going with Taylor. "Why too bad?" "Oh, I just remember college love, that's all. It gave me you. He broke my heart, but everything turned out alright in the end." She smiled, and then puttered on. I'd already introduced Edward and Dorothy to my mother. But when we got to the office, Cassandra met my mother for the first time. She immediately stood and surprised the heck out of me by greeting her in formal Cantonese. My mother grinned and then the two of them chatted in Cantonese for a few minutes. I listened in on the conversation and was amazed at how good Cassandra was, despite her obvious Australian accent. At last, mom turned to me and said, "Keep this one. I have a feeling she'll be very good for you over the years." "Yes, mother." I smiled and then glanced at Cassandra. Cassandra ordered in Chinese food for lunch, nothing personal against Dorothy's cooking, just courtesy for my mom. The smell reminded me of the first time I'd met Nicole. It seemed like years ago that I was hiding out in my old apartment, having neighbors bring me food. And now with as much money as I could wish for, I was still having Chinese food delivered to me while I hid inside my apartment. After lunch, my mom wished me a good trip and left. And I headed to my room to get ready to leave. ------- At 6:50pm, I was in a non-descript limo outside Nicole's apartment building, with a gray van idling behind me on the curb. The Maybach was back in the garage in case I ever wanted it. But I intentionally wanted to remain at a lower key for this trip. My own building had a private entrance, but Nicole's place was still a very public setting. I lucked out in that there were no paparazzi around. After all, no one knew I was picking up Nicole tonight. And by 6:59pm I was knocking on her door. She popped it open and then immediately gasped in shock. I held out my arms and smiled, "Surprise!" Behind me were four delivery people and the number of flowers we brought along filled most of the entire hallway. "I realized I didn't know what your favorite flower was. So I just had them bring almost all the different types." I held a bouquet of red roses in my own hand. And giggling the way I loved so much, Nicole stepped forward and took them from me. "Thank you. Red roses always work for a date. And even more because you're the one holding them." I cocked my head. "No lilies? No orchids? We can put all the rest of these into your apartment." "Oh, heavens no." Nicole looked around a little overwhelmed by the flora. "It's a grand gesture but maybe a little too grand for me." "No problem. Are you ready to go?" "Uh, I think so. I wasn't sure what to pack." "Don't worry about it. The only thing I need you to bring is your passport." "Passport? You're not actually taking me to Fiji." In casual deadpan, I remarked, "Nah. No time to go there and back in just a coupla days. We'll do that next time." I kept my face neutral and Nicole wondered how serious I was for just a second before she covered her mouth and giggled again. "Okay..." I smiled. "But seriously, I do need you to bring your passport." ------- An hour later we were at a private airfield in Upstate New York. The limo drove straight into the hangar which was brilliantly lit inside against the night sky. We pulled up right to the unfolded staircase of the luxury Learjet, a red carpet already in place outside my door. I stepped out and then helped Nicole, who kind of gawked at everything. "Come, my princess. Your stallion awaits." "It's certainly nicer than anything I've ever flown on before." "Oh, no. The stallion is me." She was giggling again and then we went up together and settled into our plush seats. Champagne was already set for us by the pretty, bleach-blonde flight attendant. I could see the driver working with the grounds crew to load our luggage through a window. "Hey, before we take off," Nicole began, a little wary. "Didn't your father die in a private plane crash?" I thought about that for a second. "Well, yes. But this is not that plane. Relax." "Have you ever flown on a private plane before?" she asked. "Uh, no. You?" She shook her head. "Hmm. Well, it's a first for both of us. And since there's a sliiight chance we could die, maybe we should get the sex part out of the way now." Nicole laughed and punched my shoulder. ------- The flight was smooth and easy. It wouldn't take long. And although I did make an additional joke about introducing her to the Mile High club, Nicole waved off any chance of that by voicing her fears about the flight attendant coming into the cabin. She still had no idea where we were going, and I wasn't telling. She would know in a couple of hours anyways. And when we finally did land, the warm humidity in the night air outside and the obviously Caribbean customs officials waiting at the bottom of the stairs were a dead giveaway. "The Bahamas? You brought me to the Bahamas?" Nicole asked. I arched an eyebrow at her quick identification. She shrugged and pointed. "I recognized the flag on his arm patch." "Can't get anything past you. Consider it like going to Fiji, only a little closer." We signed the proper paperwork and then piled into the Yellow Hummer H2 waiting for us. The customs officials left in their jeep. Within a half an hour we arrived at a gorgeous cottage perched on the beach. It was its own gated compound with acres of empty land surrounding it. A smaller servants quarters was a few hundred yards away for our cook and cleaning staff. And with rich architecture and the full moon silhouette, the place looked like our own Garden of Eden. The air was perfect, the temperature comfortable despite the late hour, and everything was going grandly. Nicole took one look at the ocean and whined, "You should have warned me. I didn't bring anything to wear." "Don't worry," I reassured her. And the first thing we did upon entering into the cottage was open the closets. There were hundreds of neatly pressed clothes in there, brand new. "Keep whatever you want. They just bill us later." She held up a particularly stunning sundress. "How did they know my size?" "I'm not sure. Cassandra made the arrangements." She flipped a bit more through the clothing, and then turned to me, "Why is everything either a teeny-bikini or a sheer see-thru fabric?" I played dumb. "I dunno. Warm weather?" She grinned, then pulled me into a hug and peck on the lips. "You're a pervert, you know that?" "I'm anything you want. As long as I get to see you in one of those bikinis." "Hmm, maybe I should NOT wear a bikini just to tease you." "Naked? That works too." She laughed, and then pulled me over to the bed. "Agreed." And then her tongue was tickling the back of my mouth while her arms gripped my shoulders. "Let's get naked." ------- SATURDAY I'd have loved to say last night's lovemaking scaled the heights of passion. But the fact is, we were both tired from a long day and that close to midnight, neither of us were performing at our peak. Plus, I was rather wound up from not having cum since Wednesday. Still, it was beautiful, because it was Nicole. Besides, we made up for it in the morning. We woke up to a brilliant sunrise and then ate a ton of tropical fruit for breakfast. I go to see Nicole in a delightfully skimpy bikini that did wonders to push-up her cleavage. "If this wasn't a private beach, you'd never get me to wear this. I don't think I've ever worn something this tiny before!" she exclaimed. Her 22-year-old body was in fine form, all tight musculature and pleasant curves. Her legs were lithe and still without traces of cellulite. And the top did a very nice job accenting her cleavage. With it's pastel blue color and her lightly tanned skin, I was momentarily reminded of the movie Into the Blue. We bodysurfed a bit and generally horsed around in the waves. And Nicole made me promise I'd take her snorkeling to see the turtles. But the best part for me was when Nicole simply lay me down on the beach, yanked down my trunks, and fed upon me. The morning sun was still climbing into the sky and it had not yet gotten too hot. At first she whined about the saltwater taste but as my moans started filling the air she got more and more aroused and more into blowing me. In fact, she kept it up so long with slow, gentle licks that almost all the water evaporated off our bodies, leaving us dry save for the clumps of wet sand still clinging to our skin. Nicole was getting much better at oral sex, despite not having any specific teacher. She was just a natural, instinctively learning how to best please me. And after bringing me just a little too close to climax, I managed to take a minute breather while stopping to strip Nicole naked and then put her on top of me in a sixty-nine position so we could both experience the wonderful sensations. Once again, I almost came, but Nicole backed away at the last moment, anticipating our future fun. Meanwhile, I titillated her pussy into a low, moaning climax so I could drink down her sweet fluids. In fact, after so much fruit and sugar, I think we both would taste very sweet indeed. When she relaxed from her orgasm, she whispered, "John?" "Yes, Nicole?" "Make love to me," she begged. "Always." I turned us over, gently spreading her legs beneath me while I brought up the hard tip of my cock to her wet folds. And as I gently parted her lips with my tongue, I parted her other set of lips and entered her. She moaned happily and then together we were rutting in the sand. "Nicole. You are beautiful," I whispered. "I love it when you say that," she smiled. I lost track of time at that point. What I do know is that the high tide started coming in. At first the ocean just started licking at my feet. And as time went on it crept higher and higher up towards my knees and splashing Nicole as well. But I was too wrapped up in the heavenly ecstasy of lovemaking that nothing short of a nuclear bomb would incline me to exit Nicole's pussy. She came twice, the second much more powerful than the first, and her constant cries of "yes, yes, yes!" were music to my ears. Our souls connected in that time of lovemaking. Nicole wasn't as flat-out gorgeous or voluptuously curvy or youthfully firm as my other lovers. But that sweet innocence in her heart melted me. Her playful intelligence stimulated me. And we had an unexplainable chemistry that bonded us together. So when she came that second time, she gasped out, "Oh, John! I love you!" The next wave came up and splashed all the way up against my back, splattering over my shoulders and into the air around me. And that was the moment when my hips drove forth and I was cumming, pouring out my liquid love deep inside of this beautiful woman, physically expressing the joy of my heart. We came and we came and we clenched together. And in the end we were laughing uncontrollably as the water kept splashing our heated bodies. She rolled us over and then I rolled her and we were frolicking in our nakedness, absolutely giddy in our love. Our swimsuits had disappeared, no doubt consumed by the ocean. Neither of us even cared. We walked back to the cottage, proudly nude and happy to be together. I already had my next plan in mind: A quick shower and a trip to the huge bed to continue exploring ways of bringing each other to the greatest heights of orgasm. Snorkeling with the turtles would have to wait until the afternoon. ------- SUNDAY Nicole had already spent half of last night conducting her little experiment. And I feared it would eventually wreak havoc on my intestinal system. Three times last night she forced me to gorge myself on one particular fruit, and a different fruit each of the three times. And some time after I'd finished and allowed it to metabolize, Nicole sucked my dick into her mouth and then blew me to completion. Three times I came inside her talented oral orifice. Three times I painted her tonsils with my sticky, hot cum, save for the occasional stray shot that splattered against her face or tits (usually at my direction). And in the end she proclaimed that the pineapple tasted the best, at least to her. And now, with a new morning rising, Nicole was at it again. Mangoes were the current fruit of choice. But after two minutes of her blowing me, I couldn't handle it anymore. I flipped Nicole onto her back, ripped her sheer sundress in half, and proceeded to fuck her within an inch of her life. By the end, Nicole's entire body was covered in sweat as she panted in exhaustion after her fourth climax. And at the last moment, I pulled out, crammed my meat into her mouth, and let fly with a healthy load of mango-laced sperm. She couldn't decide if the flavor was necessarily better than pineapple. Especially since my cock was coated with her orgasmic fluids and thus tainted by her own fruit consumption. But at the very least, I convinced her that my methodology could be a lot more fun. Sadly, after two nights and two days of frolicking in the pristine waters of a secluded Bahamian beach, much of the time wearing next to nothing, we eventually had to return home. On the private flight back to New York, I spoke with the flight attendant and she gave us our privacy for a good hour. And then I was able to induct Nicole into the Mile High Club. ------- MONDAY I awoke Monday morning in a happy mood, inspired by a pleasant dream of Nicole. She was so sweet, so innocent. And I had an innate trust that she wasn't after my money. I stared at the ceiling, exhaling and then breathing deeply as my body slowly booted up for the day. And with a lazy arm I reached out to my left with a pang of loneliness, reaching for the empty pillow where I wished Nicole had spent the night with me. Unfortunately, work beckoned to her. She still had a life beyond me and could ill- afford to sit around at home like me. Intellectually, I knew it was for the best. And so like any dating couple I kissed her goodbye at her door last night and then returned home. So I reached out, fully expecting to feel the cold fabric of the pillow Nicole SHOULD have been on. Then my left hand hit a warm object. Immediately I glanced over that way and my eyes flew open seeing Kaitlyn's smiling face waiting for me. "Morning, John!" she cheered. And now that I was awake she slid across from her position under the sheets and molded her fully naked body against my side. One hand slipped beneath my shorts and circled around my morning erection, made even harder by my dreaming of Nicole. "Kaitlyn, what are you doing here?" And then I let out a low groan as she began to stroke me. "I'm your mistress, remember? This is what we do! Besides, you don't look like you want me to stop." Her grin was playful and infectious. I chuckled half-involuntarily, a nervous chuckle at that as lightning bolts of pleasure shot up and down my spine. "Well, yeah, I remember that conversation. But, but I think I've got a girlfriend now." "You KEEP trying to use that excuse!" Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'll play. D you call her your girlfriend?" "Well..." I reflected back. "No, not yet." "Oh, then she's like Taylor! And I love Taylor so much. When can I meet this new girl? Is that where you went all weekend?" Her voice was bubbly and her speech was so fast I could barely keep up. "Uh," I said. But it turned into an 'uhhhhh' as her finger tickled against my balls in a pleasing way. "Not exactly. She doesn't know about you. I'm not so sure she would like to know about you." "Then don't tell her. Is she coming here soon?" "Nn-no. She'll be at work until this evening at least." Why was I giving Kaitlyn even more reason to stay? "Perfect! That gives us all day to play. And Lindsay said she'll be over after lunch. You didn't fuck her ass when we had the big orgy and she's been dying for you to cornhole her." And then Kaitlyn's teeth were tugging at my lips. She was so cute, her hair in pigtails while her fresh, pretty face danced happily above me. My conscience made one last ditch effort at moral centering. "But I... I shouldn't..." This slowed down Kaitlyn for a moment. "Well, you haven't called her your girlfriend. Did you have the 'we are a monogamous couple' conversation?" "Well, no." "Then you are still a free man! Now let's get these shorts off. I've been itching for a good hurting all weekend. And besides, I need to practice that deep-throating stuff more." I couldn't come up with a rational comeback. And ten seconds later, when my spongy head lodged itself in the back of Kaitlyn's throat, I just put my hands on her head and surrendered to the pleasure. ------- By four o'clock in the afternoon I had to beg Kaitlyn and Lindsay to leave my poor, abused body alone. I had to save SOMETHING for Nicole. They pouted and then promised they'd be back tomorrow. I had the ability to lock the trap door, to keep Kaitlyn and Lindsay out of my bedroom and be a loyal, monogamous boyfriend. But we all knew I wouldn't do it. ------- Nicole ended up getting buried by a mountain of work and wouldn't be leaving her client's office until well after 9pm. She called to let me know what was going on. We didn't have a set date or anything; I'd just assumed we would get together. But I settled for a romantically sweet ten minute phone call and a promise to have dinner tomorrow night. Five minutes after I hung up with Nicole, Taylor called. After determining that I didn't have plans for the evening, she invited herself over. "Hey, I promised I'd see you 'next week'. And now it's Monday!" Twenty minutes after that, Edward was escorting Taylor into my private lounge. She hugged me immediately upon seeing me, but made no move to kiss or otherwise move beyond the boundaries of friendship. I could tell she wasn't totally relaxed. "Hey, how was your weekend?" "It was great. Nicole and I really had a good time." I eyed her a little warily, unsure of how she would react. Clearly, we were both struggling to slide back into our previous 'good friends' relationship. But as time went on and a few glasses of wine were downed, we both mellowed out and settled into our old routines. Like all old friends of mixed gender, Taylor and I had always shared our thoughts on the latest boyfriend or girlfriend. I'd had two semi-steady girlfriends in the four years we'd been in New York together. Taylor had a lot more boyfriends than that. But we'd always been open and sharing about it. We both were trying to ensure this night was no exception. I glowed about Nicole for an hour. About how we shared a special connection and how happy Nicole made me. Taylor even helped give me tips about future romantically spontaneous getaways. There was a cute bed & breakfast in Napa Valley, California's wine country. There was a desert oasis with a five-star spa in Arizona. Same Taylor outlandish advice she'd always given me, only now I had the financing to back it up. But towards the end of our extravagant planning, it seemed to finally dawn on her that I was planning for a different woman. "Of course, you could always take me on one of those vacations," she mumbled under her breath. "Taylor..." Before I could say another word she leaned in and kissed me. And as my lips drank in her spicy sweetness, I could already feel my heart racing in anticipation. This was MY Taylor. Previously, whenever I had a girlfriend, Taylor kept her hands off me. She respected my desire to be faithfully monogamous. She herself didn't have such a standard and so we fucked on numerous occasions when she was attached but I wasn't. But things were different now. I was different now. When Taylor leaned over to kiss me, I didn't resist. After all, Nicole wasn't here tonight. And even though I was filled with romantic feelings and love for Nicole, we really hadn't labeled each other yet nor confirmed with each other that we were in a relationship. I was still a free man until commitment said otherwise. At least that was how I rationalized it to myself. As if sensing my new mood, Taylor husked, "Is your girlfriend coming here anytime soon?" "Well, no, not really." "Does that mean you've got some time for me?" she sounded so innocently hopeful. "Yes..." I reached out and stroked my fingertips gently across the now faded bruise mark on her cheek. Really, everything had healed. But she still shivered at my touch and gasped as if expecting the pain. And when the pain didn't come, she smiled at me. "You DO still have feelings for me, don't you Johnny?" "Yes..." I couldn't deny it. Your first real love never really leaves you. I felt a tear in my eye as the emotions welled up inside of me. Coming home from Paris, I'd felt relief at having someone willing to be with me. But the gravity of feelings weren't yet there. I was rebounding from Nicole and Cassandra. But this? This was different. I was falling in love with Taylor all over again. And then she was flowing back to kiss me once again. It felt so different, and yet so right. My kisses with Taylor had always been passionate, but lustfully passionate. Now they were lovingly passionate. It was a very key distinction that signaled the end of my relationship with her the way we had known it. I didn't have a choice anymore. We could no longer be only fuckbuddies or even only friends. Sooner or later, something would have to give. Well the first things that gave were our clothes. Quite often, we would simply get naked as fast as possible in order to get to the fucking. But I wanted to savor this moment. I understood it as something special, a turning point in our relationship that would never come again. I took my time undoing the buttons of her cashmere sweater and then slowly pulled it off her arms, revealing the black lace bra beneath. Her full tits pressed up and together in wonderful cleavage, and I paused to gently touch my lips to the exposed skin of her breasts. Taylor merely reclined against the sofa, her blue eyes boring into mine as I moved lower down her body. She never stopped looking at me, giving me her full and unwavering attention. I found the zipper to her miniskirt, slowly dragging it down while bringing her legs around so that I could tug the soft material down. Once the waistband came down a few inches, I stared right at Taylor's naked pussy, shaved smoothly bare, her arousal glistening in the light. I arched an eyebrow; she hadn't been wearing any panties. Taylor blushed, a genuine blush. "You've been naughty," I teased. "Should I be punished?" she giggled. I pulled the skirt off and then swept a nude Taylor into my arms. "No, I've punished you enough." And then I carried her into the bedroom. Soon, we were both naked and tangled together. Taylor was nestled in the sheets beneath me, her bosom heaving up and down while my lips trailed across her breasts. Her delicate hand found my iron hard rod, throbbing with my desire. And with panting urgency she pulled me towards her. "Oh, Taylor," I groaned as I entered her, the warm velvet tunnel welcoming me inside to her very core. Her legs wrapped around my hips and then she was cuddling me closely. Our lovemaking was slow and it was sensual. She wasn't swearing or crying at me to fuck her harder. Her body was soft beneath my sweating chest, her thin shoulders crushed in my embrace. "Love me, Johnny. Love me as I love you," she pleaded as our bodies moved in unison. I could only groan happily and drive myself ever deeper into her compliant body. In the end, I dipped my head to hers and kissed her while my hips drove forward and emptied out my love juices deep into her womb. Taylor giggled happily and hugged me tighter to her, celebrating the moment while each burst of cum splashed inside of her. Her cries of joy echoed my grunts as I came and came, pouring out my feelings in liquid expression to make up for the words I couldn't properly form. When I was done, I looked into her eyes, deep blue oceans filled with more depth than I could imagine from her. She was crying softly, but the smile on her face gave me no reason for worry. And as I panted to catch my breath, she leaned up and touched her lips to my nose. With glittering eyes she told me again, "Johnny, I love you." "I know," I answered honestly, and I believed she did. No matter what earlier betrayal or what ulterior motives she may have had, today... now... Taylor Brynn truly loved me. I exhaled slowly, trying to slow my heart rate. My eyelids drooped as I relaxed. For a brief moment I thought of Nicole. Now what the hell was I supposed to do? ------- My eyes blinked open, the room cast in darkness and shadows. Glancing to my left, the moonlight glowed through the drapery and gave me just enough illumination to see Taylor's sweet face beside me. She looked peaceful and so pretty. I couldn't help but lean over and softly kiss her forehead. She murmured in her sleep, and then snuggled deeper into the pillow with a happy smile. I turned over, the clock on my nightstand letting me know it was almost 1am and I'd only slept for a couple of hours. For a few minutes, I tried to relax and go back to sleep. Alas, it was not to be. I couldn't clear my head, an annoying energy buzzing in the back of my mind. It wasn't even thinking of anything specific. But I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until I figured out what was bothering me. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and padded outside. I hoped a glass of water and a short walk would help clear my head. I stepped into the kitchen and got a mild surprise. Not wanting to sneak up on her, I growled a low, "Ahem." Cassandra jumped two inches and turned around, pressing her palm against her chest. "Good lord, Jonathan!" I held up my hands. "Sorry." She set down the ceramic mug she was holding. And faster than I would have, she calmed completely down. She raised the milk carton. "You want some warm milk?" I smirked. "Sure." I watched her putter around the kitchen for a bit in the semi-darkness, only a few muted lights on at this late hour. Her hair was pulled into a practical bun and she paused only to push her glasses back up her dainty nose. I was surprised to see her still in her day clothes. "Don't tell me you're still working this late," I asked as I began walking towards the living room and the floor-to-ceiling windows with the view of Central Park by moonlight. "Fine, then I won't tell you," she replied as the milk began steaming. I stood at the window, gazing out at the beautiful landscape below. All was silent for a few minutes. Then Cassandra joined me by the window, handing me a warm mug. I sipped slowly, feeling the hot fluid warming my insides and washing away some of the tension in my body. "Is Taylor still here?" Cassandra asked, still looking outside. "Yeah." "Do you have feelings for her?" "Yeah." I glanced down at the floor for a moment, sensing where this was going. "You realize that you'll have to tell Nicole about her." I closed my eyes. I agreed, but I was looking for another way. "Why?" Cassandra turned towards me and waited until I was looking at her. Her eyes were open and clear. There was no accusation in her gaze, only loving concern. "If you don't, then you and Nicole can never have a future together. A relationship built on lies will crumble eventually." I closed my eyes again, sighing deeply. She just HAD to use that phrase. "You're right, of course. I just wish I knew how Nicole would react." "One way to find out." She paused to sip at her own milk. "When in doubt, confronting an issue head on, honestly, is usually the best course of action." "Maybe Nicole will understand. Maybe I can love them both. After all, you and Taylor seem to get along pretty well." "We do." The statuesque blonde beside me smiled, looking out across the Park. She seemed to be remembering the pleasant moments with Taylor. "But this is a different situation. Jonathan, in all likelihood, you won't be able to have them both. Someday, very soon, you will have to decide." ------- TUESDAY Nicole called me as soon as she left work. I picked her up and brought her back to my place, mostly hidden in a non-descript limo. Dinner was a simple affair and prepared by Dorothy. I listened to her vent about work and then we brought a bottle of champagne into my private lounge. The conversation was easy and the chemistry still alive. But the raw, physical need for each other had waned somewhat. Nicole seemed to be consciously restraining her inner slut, and to be honest, I'd already cum a few times that day. Besides, half of my mind was on Taylor. Still, that meant I had half of my mind on Nicole. So I simply enjoyed talking to her for a couple of hours. Of course, by the time the bottle of wine was gone, we were both lightly tipsy and red in the face. Nicole's head lolled to the side and through half-lidded eyes she asked me, "So, are you going to take me to bed or not?" I didn't answer except to stand up and extend my hand out to her. I led her into my bedroom and lay her down. But before I joined her, I slipped into the closet and closed the trap door lock. When I came out she asked, "Why do you keep going in there?" I smiled while she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I had to turn on my 'Do Not Disturb' system," I told her. It was true, from a certain point of view. ------- TWO MONTHS... Nicole spent the next couple of days doing her own thing. Unlike me, she had a close-knit cadre of friends she actually enjoyed hanging out with. They did all the things normal people did: having dinner together, chatting about their days, and speculating about romantic entanglements. Not that I would ever meet her friends. They'd started to suspect she had a boyfriend as she kept disappearing on the weekends. But for now they left her to her privacy with nothing more than a few suggestive comments. There was an unspoken undercurrent to keep our relationship low-key and also to take things slowly. Having time apart would help pace us and prevent the lightning fast rise and fall of the romance. The last thing I wanted was to let passion burn us out. So as a result, during the weekdays, I rarely saw Nicole. She had her life beyond me and seemed determined to maintain her own identity. Perhaps she was proving to me, or even just herself, that she didn't need my money. She had a good job and her own career. And she loved me for John, not 'Jonathan Kwong... Billionaire'. Those weekdays, Taylor spent her evenings quietly pursuing me. She came by almost every night, always calling ahead first to make sure Nicole wasn't expected. Her place had a private garage and my place had a private garage, so we had minimal concerns about paparazzi photographs. And during these visits, Taylor put absolutely no pressure on me. No demands that I break things off with the "other woman". She just loved me as best she could. Taylor spent the night often, happily cuddling with me long into the wee hours and waking up in my arms. It felt surreal to have her smile at me so innocently and without her usual vampish sexuality. It was like she could be a completely different person than the one I had known for years. Monday to Friday morning, I was falling in love with Taylor. Friday evening through Sunday, I was falling in love with Nicole. I was living two separate lives. But more than just my juggling act between Nicole and Taylor, during the work week I was getting myself involved in the world once again. I had my own personal success before sudden wealth had found me. And if I didn't find a hobby I'd soon get bored and turn into a dilettante like so many heirs and heiresses. I was once an intelligent financial guru. Now I had the capital to really make my ideas work. This, of course, led me to spend even more of my time with Cassandra. She was my personal broker as we spent hours during trading hours poring over business documents and making key investments. I had my eye on starting up Jonathan Kwong Enterprises and starting my own mega-corporation. Warren Buffet... look out! But that was just the work week. On the weekends, I lived 100% with Nicole, just the two of us alone on some fantastic getaway. We went hiking in Colorado one weekend. The second weekend I took Nicole to the Grand Canyon, a place she'd always wanted to see. The Canyon itself was beautiful. But after ten minutes, I turned to Nicole. "Hey, that looks cool..." I paused for exactly two seconds. "Okay now let's go back to the hotel and fuck like rabbits." "You are such a horndog," she admonished me, her hazel eyes laughing despite her stern tone. "You inspire me," I answered. And as we looked out over the vast vista, I reached around and draped a gorgeous diamond necklace over her shoulders. She just gasped and let me clasp it into place. And then I got extra-special sex where she was wearing nothing but the glittering necklace as I piledrived her body into the mattress. But those were just the weekends. The weekdays were spent in loving interludes with Taylor. Neither of us spoke about my other girlfriend. The closest Taylor ever got was a heady comment while we were coupled together. I was drilling her doggy-style when Taylor craned her neck around to me and asked, "Would you like to watch me eating out Nicole? One of these days, maybe we can all get together and you can fuck my ass while she's going down on me?" And of course I was spending a ton of time with Cassandra. Between the business stuff and the quiet personal discussions, I was already around her more often than most married couples. She was as good a conversationalist as anyone and no less loving to me than Nicole or Taylor. And more than once I would find myself bending her over the office desk while we enjoyed the pleasures of a mid- day quickie. And that's not to mention the occasional visits from Kaitlyn and Lindsay to further complicate matters, sometimes just the two of them and sometimes in heady foursomes with Taylor. At least Lindsay harbored no emotional attachment to me and Kaitlyn was seemingly satisfied with her "mistress" label. Kaitlyn even seemed to be preoccupied with someone else in her head, and I started to wonder whether she was romantically interested in someone new. So there was my lovingly unaware girlfriend Nicole. And my affectionate sex goddess Taylor. And never far away my loyal assistant Cassandra. And playful sex kitten Kaitlyn was still around. Can you see how confused I was? I can't even write about all this without flip- flopping back and forth over my feelings. I spent two whole months trying to figure things out. The thing is, in those two months, Nicole never questioned my sexual activities beyond her. We never had the 'exclusively monogamous' conversation. And she never asked if I was sleeping with anyone else. I think, in a way, she didn't want to ask because she already suspected the answer, hoping someday I would come clean and tell her. But I just couldn't do it. It was the ticking time bomb destined to blow up in my face. First there was the time Nicole ventured into my closet and found the locked trap door. She didn't open it. For all she knew it was just a storage compartment. But I found it odd that she didn't even ask me about it. And then there was the time Kaitlyn got it in her head to answer my cell phone while she was riding me cowgirl style. In an instinctive panic, I'd snatched it away and muttered a breathless "Hello?" Nicole was on the other end and I slapped my hand over Kaitlyn's mouth to muffle her until I could gracefully hang up. Maybe Nicole heard something and maybe she didn't. I couldn't be sure. "That was close..." I gasped. Kaitlyn had just giggled and went back to fucking me. Hey, every dating couple has a few secrets. But the longer I took trying to decide between two beautiful, loving women (and not the one currently riding my dick), the more I felt like an amoral jerk destined to burn in hell. ------- WEDNESDAY I held out my hand, and Nicole reached out and took it with a smile. Gently she swung into the backseat of the Maybach. I closed the door and then circled around to my side. The driver held my door for me and I slid into the other seat. "Are you ready?" Nicole bit her lip and looked down. "Yeah, this is something we need to do. I mean, it's my idea." She exhaled slowly, and then fixed me with a hopeful smile. "Maybe nothing will even happen." I held up her hand and gently rubbed my lips against her knuckles. "Even if something does, I adore you." "And I love you," she replied. And then we had arrived. This was our test. This was Nicole's way of asking me how serious I was about her and simultaneously asking herself if she could handle the pressure. Cassandra had called ahead to this posh restaurant, making the necessary reservations for the ultra-exclusive eatery. I imagine it took less than five seconds for the Maitre'd to call his media contacts with the scoop. So when the Maybach pulled up outside, there was a veritable wall of photographers blocking the way. The burly bodyguard from the front passenger seat and driver both got out to try and clear a path while cameras were already pressed up to the tinted windows. Nicole visibly flinched against the barrage but squeezed back when I held her hand. We'd mutually decided that the best way to get this out in the open was to jump in with both feet. It was if we were announcing to ourselves, more than just to each other, that we were a couple and comfortable with that. Nicole was facing her fears of fame. I was making a public commitment. The instant my door opened, the flashes strobed so fast I was blinded by the wall of white light. I managed to circle around to Nicole's side of the car and helped her out. The light flashes were even heavier on her side. People already knew I was coming. But the reservation for two made no mention of my date. And the instant Nicole's face came into view the paparazzi crowd surged forward all at once. "Jonathan! Who's the girl?" "John! This way! This way!" "John! What happened to Taylor?" "John! Who's your date?" Their editors would know who Nicole was. I didn't have to answer. As quickly as I could, I helped her out of the car, and we stopped to pose together for two seconds. I was dressed neatly. Nicole was in a high-rise black pencil skirt and nice blouse, looking very casual chic. Forty-million photo flashes later, I walked us into the restaurant, my arm out in front to shield us as best we could. I wasn't trying to block the cameras. But without the arm shield I would barely be able to see two feet in front of me. And then finally we were inside. It took Nicole ten minutes just to calm down. "Worse than you expected?" I asked. She just nodded and exhaled. The food itself was an afterthought. We both were just counting down the minutes until we could go home. ------- Nicole spent the entire drive back to my place shaking lightly. I got in one attempt to ask, "You okay?" "I'm fine, I'm fine," she replied, looking anything but fine. She looked up at me, her hazel eyes moist but determined. "You're worth it." I simply held her hand. And then she told me she needed to make a phone call. For the next ten minutes she spoke to her best friend. "Hi, it's me. Listen, I just wanted to tell you before you saw it on the news. My boyfriend? The guy you've all been wondering about? Well, you were right. It is Jonathan Kwong. I'm with him right now." There was a burst of squealing on the other end of the line, unintelligible to me. Nicole waited it out. "No, no, I'm not swearing you to secrecy or anything. I'm sure it'll be on TV or US Weekly soon anyways. Yes, yes, you can call everyone." She went on to talk about the media and the date and everything. The simple act of sharing the experience with her best friend did more to calm her than I could ever do. And when we arrived back at my apartment, she was still shaken, but composed. Cassandra greeted us at the door. "How did it go?" "About as expected," I shrugged. Edward took Nicole's coat. "Good evening, Miss Gellar." "Hello Edward. Hi Cassandra." Nicole replied. Cassandra gave her a reassuring look and rubbed Nicole's shoulder. And then I was guiding Nicole off to my private lounge. "Edward, one of your famous martinis. Make it a double." "Of course, sir. And the usual for the lady?" "That would be lovely, thanks," Nicole answered. ------- An hour later, Nicole and I were plastered. We ordinarily weren't the biggest drinkers; Nicole rarely even had more than one Cosmopolitan. But something about the mini-ordeal we'd been through inspired us to order round after round. One minute, Nicole had been on the verge of tears, whining that she couldn't handle all the attention. Fame was just too much for her. The next minute, she was reassuring me she would be fine, reminding me, "You're worth it." And then the next minute she took another long pull on her drink. I'd turned on the music, filling the air through some expensive Bose surround system. And as slow, sensuous mood beats had been pumping, we'd gotten quite playfully frisky. I ogled the bare skin of her legs beneath the skirt, now riding ever higher up her thighs. The blouse had been unbuttoned enough to show me the valley of her cleavage. It was almost sexier to see her like this than if she were naked. Nicole was leaning against me and playing with my chest. I'd rub my hands across her legs while we chatted aimlessly. The conversation wasn't going anywhere, but we were still entertaining ourselves. It's amazing how much funnier small observations become when you're drunk. Nicole grabbed her martini glass and tried to drink from it, only then realizing that it was empty. Immediately she flopped across to the other couch, finding the intercom and buzzing it. "Another round for the house, on me!" In two minutes, I was surprised to find that it was Cassandra bringing our drinks in for us. "Cassandra!" Nicole beamed, slurring slightly. "How are you?" "I'm quite well," she answered calmly. "I just wanted to check in and make sure you two were doing alright. You don't usually have this much to drink." I nodded and Nicole declared, "Oh, we're fine. We're having a great evening. Why don't you join us?" "Oh, no. I couldn't possibly intrude." "Nonsense!" Nicole tugged on Cassandra's arm until the tall blonde was seated beside her on the couch across from me. "There! Was that so hard?" "No, of course not," Cassandra admitted, humored by Nicole's bubbly spirit. In spite of her earlier concern, anyone could see Nicole really was enjoying herself swaying in time to the music. I smiled and leaning across the coffee table, offered up my drink to Cassandra, who sipped it and then handed it back. Meanwhile, Nicole had gone silent, sipping her new cocktail and holding it in front of her face while roving her eyes up and down Cassandra's tall body. She was quiet enough and staring long enough to cause Cassandra to shift a little uncomfortably for just a moment. At last coming to a decision, Nicole took a long swig from her glass and then set it down on the table. And then she got to her knees on the cushion, leaning towards my blonde assistant. "What I don't get..." Nicole began, wagging her finger towards me for emphasis, "... is how you can be around a woman as beautiful as this, and NOT have her in your bed." I nearly choked. "Excuse me?" Nicole didn't even turn to look at me, her gaze locked in on Cassandra. "I mean, look at her. She's gorgeous. Brilliant eyes. Pretty face. Sexy accent. Long blonde hair. And these boobs! Can I touch them?" "Uh, well." Cassandra looked over at me, where I was just chuckling under my breath. Cassandra wore a businesslike grey ladies-suit, so her top was covered by a starched blouse and grey vest that buttoned well beneath her cleavage. And while Cassandra was mulling it over, Nicole had slipped her hands right underneath the vest and started squeezing the huge melons prominently jutting out. "They're so firm and yet squishy. And such a thin waist to go with these curves? It's just not fair. How could he not want to fuck you?" Nicole leaned forward, until her face was just an inch away from the blonde's, lust radiating out from her eyes. "Now John, if you're my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend..." Despite Nicole's lust-filled, happy voice, I was waiting to hear some blistering accusation. It didn't come. Nicole instead turned and grinned at me. "... shouldn't you share?" I just stared dumbly at my girlfriend. One of Nicole's hands went up and caressed Cassandra's cheek while the latter silently waited to see how I'd react, her eyes wide open in mild surprise at what was taking place. "Come on," Nicole pleaded. "Does she taste as sweet as I think she does?" "Well..." I finally came up with a semi-neutral response. "Cassandra is not a toy or anyone's personal plaything. It's her decision." And so Nicole turned and pressed her lips softly to Cassandra, stirring a moan of arousal in my assistant while the brunette stroked her shoulders. When Nicole pulled back, she looked into the blue-grey eyes and asked, "So, can I show you what I learned in college?" Cassandra took one look at me, where I stared at the two beautiful girls with obvious arousal and interest in my eyes. I wanted to see her with my girlfriend. That was all my assistant needed to know. So Cassandra nodded her acquiescence. Nicole kissed her again and began unbuttoning the vest and blouse while she continued to waggle tongues with the hot blonde. When she got to the matching grey business skirt, Nicole sank to the floor in front of Cassandra, tugging the skirt and panties down with her. Cassandra's neatly-trimmed muff was on full display, and Nicole simply spread the blonde's thighs and dove in. At first, she licked experimentally, teasing and taking in the taste as Cassandra quivered above her. I, myself, got up and moved around to get a better view. Even drunk, Nicole showed obvious skill and grace in what she was doing. Her movements were deliberate and her agility excellent. I was starting to understand why even though Nicole was a novice cocksucker, she was a natural at doing it. And when she pushed her tongue through my personal assistant's nether lips, I was groaning right along with Cassandra. Slowly, Nicole started to fuck Cassandra with her tongue. The blonde simply reached down and entangled her fingers in the brunette's hair, holding and pulling her as my girlfriend ate her out. Nicole managed to get her upper lip to Cassandra's clit while her long tongue still moved in and out, and she massaged it while continuing to orally lavish her trembling lover. Faster than I had ever accomplished, Nicole had Cassandra on the verge of climax. And when the blonde went rigid, Nicole just bore down even harder. And then the quaking began. Cassandra's legs flung out, kicking the coffee table with her shin and causing her to grunt in momentary pain to go along with the overwhelming sensations of her orgasm. Her thighs clamped around Nicole's head and her chest arched up to the sky as she screamed. After what seemed like hours, Cassandra's body went limp and she sagged back into the cushions. Nicole slowly removed herself from Cassandra's crotch, her face soaked as she looked around for a napkin. And when she returned with a clean face, she leaned down and kissed my assistant once again. "My god," Cassandra crooned. "I've never cum that hard before." "Well then, you should rest before I do it again," Nicole soothed. "In the meantime, do you mind if I play with my boyfriend here?" Cassandra just shook her head weakly. I was standing next to the Sapphic couple, my cock obviously tenting my slacks. Nicole got back to her knees, this time with a couch pillow underneath, and she began unbuckling my belt. Once she dragged my pants and boxers down to my ankles, she gave me a healthy shove, sending me off-balance and falling awkwardly to the couch behind me. I managed to get most of my bare ass onto the couch cushion, unable to step back with my ankles bound together by my pants. This worked out well for Nicole as she stripped the offending garments and then crawled over between my legs. I got myself situated comfortably, and then the elfin brunette was fisting my cock, pumping it up and down while she lowered her head and engulfed me inside her mouth. Drunk, Nicole was a woman possessed. Her previous attempts at orally pleasuring me had been good, but tempered by slight hesitation and uncertainty due to her inexperience. But now she was a confident sex priestess, worshipping at my altar of male promiscuity. Her lips danced around the crown while her tongue lavished attention on my sensitive nerves. One hand stroked me firmly while the other tickled and teased my balls. I grunted and groaned at the exquisite feelings she was producing in me. The selfish part of me vowed that if she could pleasure me like this, I would get her drunk more often. "Nicole... you're so good at that," I groaned to her. She smiled happily around my shaft, a comical sight that would have made me laugh if it wasn't making me grimace in the ugly man face of ecstasy. And all too quickly I was about to cum, my control battered by the visual of Nicole munching out Cassandra and the hot, sloppy blowjob I was currently receiving. But Nicole had other ideas. She clamped down at the base of my cock, squeezing roughly and pulling down on my balls painfully. I howled in complaint, but my need to ejaculate subsided. "Not yet, big boy." When it was clear I wasn't going to cum, she relaxed her grip and gently caressed my shaft, soothing the abused skin. Still jacking me, she turned her head to the side. "Cassandra? Can you please help me out of these clothes?" My personal assistant, now recovered, was behind my girlfriend a moment later. From behind, she reached around and began at the fasteners to Nicole's blouse, revealing creamy titflesh to me one button at a time. I took the opportunity to remove my own shirt and undershirt, making me the first to get naked. But Nicole wasn't far behind. She shrugged off the blouse and then stepped out of her pencil skirt and thong panties. Cassandra unsnapped the bra and then palmed Nicole's tits as she pulled the cups away. Finally naked, Nicole was more than ready. She straddled me, held up my cock, and impaled herself in one fluid lunge. She'd been a sexual novice when I'd met her, but now my girlfriend knew exactly what to do with me. With her round tits in my face she happily bounced up and down in my lap, guided by my hands clamped onto her asscheeks. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted, her head whirling around and her hair whirling with her, half covering her face as she fucked herself silly upon my pole, my lips reaching out to capture and suckle upon her swaying tits. A new pair of hands reached around, holding Nicole's torso beneath her breasts and sliding higher to cup the undercurves with extended thumb and fingers. Cassandra peeked around Nicole's shoulder and I saw that my assistant had gotten fully naked herself. Nicole turned her head and then the two beautiful women were swapping tongues in front of me, much to my delight. Nicole drunkenly smacked her lips and slobbered a bit into the wet kiss, moaning low 'mmphs' into the liplock along with breathy gasps. On the other hand, Cassandra's eyes kept flashing to me, watching the expressions playing out on my face. I couldn't help but lean forward and join in, Nicole squealing happily as my tongue parted her lips to find Cassandra's already there as well. Eventually, Cassandra pulled back and Nicole slammed me against the backrest, kissing me sloppily while her hips grinded slowly back and forth in my lap. She was still sucking my face when her eyes abruptly flew open, a little shriek coming out of her mouth. And then her hips were wriggling even harder against my cock. I peeked down as her head fell to my neck, and saw that Cassandra had knelt down and was licking between Nicole's asscheeks. The 22-year-old brunette simply lost control then, her body quaking as she bucked rapidly upon me, finally slamming her torso down and holding it there as her orgasm rippled through her body. She stayed there, panting against my shoulder for a minute while I just enjoyed the inner spasms of her pussy muscles. But when she'd caught her breath, Nicole started riding me harder, ready to bring me off. I was already quite close, and when Nicole leaned in and whispered, "I want to taste your cum..." I pretty much lost it. My eyes tightened and so did my grip on Nicole's ass. But she quickly read the signs and dismounted me in a hurry. Cassandra scrambled out of the way, Nicole oblivious to anything behind her. And with a rapid-jacking motion, Nicole brought my cock to a full boil. She just managed to stuff my cock into her mouth when the first jet blew out, and then I could feel my dick pulsing as I spewed out load after load of cum. I could feel Nicole struggling to breathe, her nostrils flaring as each shot blasted into her. When the flow subsided, she immediately turned and tackled Cassandra. Their tits were pressed together as Nicole held the taller woman's head and physically pried her mouth open. And then a river of my messy jism flowed out of Nicole's mouth straight down into Cassandra's. Cassandra half-giggled, spurting a mini-geyser of cum out of her mouth to splash against her own lips. And then Nicole's mouth moved down to cover hers as they swapped my sperm between them. When it was all gone, Nicole slid Cassandra over a bit and then straddled the blonde's head. "Time to return the favor," she said as her pussy lips lowered down to Cassandra's waiting mouth. For a minute she simply hummed and looked down between her own spread thighs, watching my assistant work over her clit and sopping wet snatch. "Yes... you're pretty good..." This also left Nicole in good position to lean forward and slurp my half-hard cock back into her mouth. The very idea of Nicole, my sweet innocent love Nicole, participating in a threesome with my gorgeous Cassandra, had me aroused and well on my way towards a new erection. But I got rock hard when Nicole popped off me and husked, "I want to watch you fuck her." My eyes just went wide. "But first, let's move this to your bedroom." Dismounting Cassandra's face, Nicole stood and held out her hands to both of us. Obediently, we each took a hand and let Nicole back her way into my bedroom. Once we arrived, she turned and got up to her tiptoes to kiss Cassandra, gently pressing her backwards until my assistant's thighs touched the edge of the bed. Nicole, her head around Cassandra's collarbone, kissed her way down the taller blonde's body, pausing to suckle at a huge tit and massage the nipples until they were even harder than my dick. And pressing against Cassandra's shoulders she pushed her down until my beautiful assistant was flat on her back, her ass at the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide open. For a minute, Nicole knelt and went to town on her lover's pussy, working over the clit while testing the waters with two rigid fingers. But then she backed away and began pulling me into place, leading me by my cock. I stopped to kiss Nicole first, and then took over the rest. Grabbing Cassandra's thighs, I stood at the foot of the bed, pulling her body towards me as I leaned in and slowly sank my cock into her. The whole time I was fucking Cassandra, Nicole was right there with me. At first, my girlfriend stood besides me and played tongue wars. And then she knelt on top of the bed, her mouth and hands roving over the blonde's hot and sweating body. In later, when Cassandra quivered and came, Nicole's mouth was smothering hers, tonguing her at that ultimate moment. But we still had a lot more fucking to go. Eventually, Nicole was straddling Cassandra's face once again, this time facing me, her palms planted onto the busty blonde's bosom, rubbing those huge tits even as she grinded her cunt over Cassandra's tongue. We were fucking Cassandra together. A chorus of moans and shrieks and whimpers and groans filled the room, unintelligible noise that all screamed LUST. And when I finally came, ejecting a torrent of cum into the depths of Cassandra's hot box, Nicole's mouth was smothering mine. And when it was all over, already drained by drunkenness and stress-filled exhaustion, Nicole and I blissfully rolled over and let unconsciousness take us. ------- THURSDAY I woke up with a ringing headache and what felt like dry sand in my mouth. I exhaled into the pillow before me and flinched away at the foul stench floating up into my nostrils when I tried to inhale. Turning my head, Nicole was still passed out next to me, her mouth open and the horrid smell of her breath causing me to flinch away once again. There was no sign of Cassandra. Eventually, I managed to awake enough to fully turn over, flopping onto my back so at least I wouldn't have to smell my own morning breath. Eventually, I pried my eyelids open and blinked away the harsh morning sunlight. And once I got my bearings, I leaned over and kissed Nicole softly. At first, as she awoke she kissed back with loving affection. But then the hangover settled in and she was wincing in pain. "Good morning," I whispered quietly. "Not so loud!" she complained, holding her head against the new loud ringing. Then all of a sudden, her eyes flipped open wide as she stared at the clock behind me on the nightstand. "Oh, shit! I'm late for work!" She got up, looking around for her clothes, momentarily forgetting they were outside in my lounge. I had the pleasure of watching her scramble around naked for a minute, before her eyes bulged and she gagged while covering her mouth. In a new hurry, Nicole then rushed into my bathroom where noisy retching sounds could be heard. Yeah, this day was getting started really well. Nicole was all set to rush home and then attempt to get to work at a halfway decent hour. But after quick intercom to Cassandra and ten minutes, I had her half-calmed down at the breakfast table while Dorothy set out a nice gourmet breakfast, complete with really, really strong coffee. My solution would be faster than her running home, so all she could do was wait and get some food into her stomach. Ten minutes after that, an array of clothes were hand-delivered to us and Nicole was able to pick out a business suit that fit her. Soon, a driver would take her directly to her office. She was quite thankful to Dorothy for the breakfast and to Cassandra for the clothes. But something was off. No matter what, Nicole wouldn't look Cassandra in the eye. Her gaze was constantly downcast, even when speaking to Cassandra directly. And the only time she even did that was to thank her. Nicole was even a little standoffish with me. Perhaps it was the hangover, but I suspected more than that. Nicole ignored the unfinished portion of her breakfast. And then she couldn't get out of the apartment fast enough. Maybe her rush had to do with trying to get to work on time. But when she didn't even pause to say goodbye to me, I knew something had gone very wrong last night. After Nicole had left, Cassandra sat down with me at the table. She'd already eaten hours earlier, not having suffered the same alcoholic punishment as us. "I think we may have a problem. She's embarrassed." I nodded. Despite being the initiator in last night's threesome, Nicole was not reacting very well to what we'd all done together. Perhaps I should not have been surprised. People often regret the things they do when they're drunk. "What are you going to do?" Cassandra asked, sympathetic concern in her voice. "I don't know yet. At the very least, I'll call her when she gets off work." ------- I left three voice messages for Nicole, all in the evening when she ordinarily would have made it home. She never called back. I went to bed alone and spent the rest of the night contemplating whether or not I'd irreparably damaged a wonderful relationship with a truly beautiful person. ------- FRIDAY Nicole didn't call me in the morning. I left her two more messages and started to entertain the idea of calling her company's 800-number and trying to track her down that way. I didn't have her work number. There was no need as she'd always picked up her cell phone in the past. In a fit of annoyance, I went over to the trap door to blow off some steam. Never before had I gone down the ladder into Kaitlyn's room without her knowledge. There was no way to know whether or not her parents were in the house. But I had to get my rocks off. True, I could have found Cassandra or Taylor. But I was in a FUCKING mood, and I cared about both women too much to do this with either of them. But Kaitlyn? She would be perfect. I descended into Kaitlyn's closet and then went to the door. I stopped cold in my tracks at a familiar sound, Kaitlyn was moaning erotically. And a second voice joined her chorus of lust. Much more carefully, I stepped up to peek through the louvered cracks in the closet door, and the sight before me set my blood boiling. Kaitlyn was half-dressed and sitting up in her bed, a dark-locked short-haired head wriggling between her naked thighs with one hand jerking around in there as well. Kaitlyn's only article of clothing was a men's dress shirt, and it looked like one of MY dress shirts. As I squinted harder, I could tell it was one of my favorite shirts, one I'd worn only this past Tuesday. "Oh, Taylor..." she moaned. The dark-locked head peeked up for a moment, smiling before it descended back down as Taylor continued her oral assault on the teenaged vixen. And then I strode purposefully out of the closet, already shedding my own clothes. Kaitlyn shrieked in surprise. "John!" This caused Taylor to pop up and turn her head. "Johnny!" I gestured at Kaitlyn's attire. "You're wearing my shirt." Kaitlyn grinned and tilted her head down to the nude fashion model. "She likes me wearing these. I've been borrowing them for weeks." Taylor blushed. "Well, they remind me of you. And Nicole stole you on a weekday." Her embarrassed gaze was on the bed beneath her before her eyes flashed back up to me. The same stormy violet was in her eyes as when she'd last told me she loved me. "So when did you swipe this one? I may have wanted to wear it today." It was Kaitlyn's turn to blush, as if she'd been caught red-handed. "Uh, we took it last night. Taylor wanted me in a new shirt and so we went up there. We ended up diddling each other in the closet while you and Nicole fucked the shit out of Cassandra." Now it was my turn to blush. It's not like I had stage fright or anything. I was just surprised we'd been spied upon without my knowledge. "You were watching?" "Mmm, and it wasn't the first time," Kaitlyn laughed. Taylor continued, "A few times, you were so into Nicole you forgot to lock the trap door." "Hey, maybe you should just marry Nicole," Kaitlyn giggled brightly, reaching out and hugging Taylor. "Then I would get to keep this beautiful woman all to myself!" And then the vivacious blonde was showering her idol with a flurry of pecking kisses. "Aww, does that mean there's no room for me?" I pouted playfully. "Well, let me think about it..." Kaitlyn pouted, playfully tapping her finger to her closed lips. She was perfectly content to string me along for a few more minutes, but Taylor wasn't about to wait. "Gawd, I need your cock," Taylor interrupted and reached out to grab me and pull me towards the bed. "Your real cock." "Real?" I wondered aloud. Kaitlyn smirked and nodded to a strap-on dildo hanging from the bed post. It still glistened with feminine moisture. "She's got me wearing your shirt and fucking her with that nightstick. I'd say she's got it for you bad." Taylor was still undressing me, oblivious to the conversation and intent only on freeing my half-hard erection. She had already gotten me mostly undressed before Kaitlyn knelt beside me, wrapped her arms around my head, and planted a fierce kiss on my lips. A moment later, I felt Taylor plant a fierce kiss on my other head, a little lower on my anatomy. "Uh, well," I started, looking at Kaitlyn once she pulled away from our kiss. "Does that bother you? I know you originally had some ideas of you and me..." "Oh, no!" the eighteen-year-old blonde giggled. "I'm totally over you. But I have to admit..." Kaitlyn went over and began to pull the straps of the dildo around her waist. "I do get quite the thrill out of fucking the shit out of her. Now I understand you men a lot better. It's such a power trip!" Five minutes later, I was on my back on Kaitlyn's bed. Taylor had a crazed look in her eyes, riding my cock for all she was worth. Her tits were wobbling right in my face and droplets of sweat were pouring off her face and her hair while she grunted and groaned in a raw sexual fury. Meanwhile, Kaitlyn was really getting into her power trip, gripping Taylor's hips and piledriving her fake cock in and out of Taylor's asshole while I drilled Taylor's pussy. The blonde yelled while she spanked the brunette's asscheeks raw, howling and laughing maniacally while she thrust away at Taylor's backside. Taylor had never been so deliriously well-fucked. I'd come down here to blow off some steam. And after Taylor shrieked out three consecutive orgasms, I blew off a lot more than steam into her spasming snatch. "Fill me! Fill me, Johnny!" Taylor howled while gob after gob of hot cum splashed against her innards. And I was doing my best to do just that. After the last drop had been squeezed out of me by her clenching pussy, I lay back, panting and trying futilely to catch my breath. Taylor just rolled over and started leaking my fluids onto the bedspread. Not that Kaitlyn cared. She started unbuckling the sex toy and announced. "My turn!" ------- An hour after joining Kaitlyn and Taylor for some therapeutic fucking, I'd managed to calm my frustration. Nicole had a perfectly understandable reaction to last night's events, and after blowing a gallon of cum I could now think rationally enough to understand that. I just wanted to be supportive. So when Nicole finally called me back Friday night, I could tell she was still emotional and I put away my annoyance with her ignoring me and not answering her phone. At least now I knew how Taylor must have felt a month ago. And if she could put up with me for ten days, I could put up with Nicole shutting me out for less than 24-hours. Still, open communication did not come easily. Nicole still had a hard time articulating her feelings. So after twenty minutes of going nowhere in the conversation, I invited Nicole to come by and we could talk in person. "Uh, can't you come here?" she asked hesitantly. "Of course. Whatever you want. I'll come right over." But I read something more into her request. Ever since we'd gotten back together, she'd NEVER invited me to her place. We always met at my apartment. A big part of that was the fear of paparazzi at her exposed apartment building. So why the change? "Can I just ask: is there a problem with you coming here?" "I just... I'm not sure how to act around Cassandra." "Nicole..." I wanted to reassure her that everything would be alright. What we'd done together - she, Cassandra, and I — didn't change how I felt about her nor how Cassandra felt about her. But I didn't want to have this conversation on the phone. "I'll be right there." ------- Three minutes later I was in the elevator going down to the garage. By pure coincidence, we stopped one level down. Hal and Susan Reynolds stepped in. "Oh, Jonathan! So good to see you!" "Hal. Susan." I greeted them. "How have you been?" Without waiting for me to answer, Hal continued. "Kaitlyn has said she really enjoys your tennis outings. There are very few people around who can keep up with her. That girl's got a ton of energy." "I know. She really can wear me out." I suppressed a snicker, thinking of how she and Taylor had thoroughly worn me out this morning. "So, um. How is this... girlfriend... of yours? Nicole, is it?" Susan put in, unable to restrain herself. "Oh, well. She's fine. Actually, I'm on my way to see her right now." "Well, well. Good for you," Hal put in. "But if things don't turn out the way you planned, I do know Kaitlyn has a thing for you. She's been positively glowing lately. And a glow like that on a girl that pretty is a marvelous thing to experience." "Erm, yes." I tried not to be offending by their obvious matchmaking. Besides, I had bigger problems right now than enduring Hal and Susan's attempts to marry me to their daughter. I stepped out towards my waiting car. "Have a good evening, both of you." ------- Twenty minutes later I was stepping out of the non-descript limo in front of my old apartment building. I was lucky that no one had tipped off the stalkerazzi and I had an unobstructed path inside. I suppose even the media wasn't so desperate as to just hang out at Nicole's apartment on the off-chance I might show up. When the door to her apartment opened, I felt as if I'd been transported back in time. It looked exactly the same as that first time I'd been here, back when I was just "an ordinary guy she'd met in the elevator". Oh, how I wanted to go back in time and conveniently forget the money and the lifestyle and just be in love with her. Wait... I paused for a second. And then I realized that I wasn't sure how much I meant that sentiment. After all, the money and the women were very, very nice. And especially now, my heart couldn't let go of Taylor. But I had to admit, life could have been so much simpler if it were just Nicole and me. That concept had a lot of appeal as well. I stepped inside, reaching out to hug Nicole and then pucker for a welcome kiss. But her kiss in return was flat and unfeeling. "Nicole?" I wondered. She took my hand and led me to her living room. She sat me down and then joined me. She wasn't far away, but she wasn't close to me either. "John," she began in a low, ominous voice. "You first need to know that I love you." As much as a part of me wanted to answer in kind, I couldn't. Those words were just too sacred for me. I hadn't said them to Nicole. I hadn't said them to Taylor. I hadn't said them to anyone. Not until I was damned sure of it. So I merely replied, "I know. I really appreciate that." I put as much heart and warmth into that statement as I possibly could. She managed a little smile. And then her dour face settled back in. "You should also know that I told my best friend everything. I mean EVERYTHING. And I got all my anger and accusations and fears out in the open." I nodded in acceptance. That's what best friends are for. After all, I'd pretty much spilled everything to Cassandra and Taylor at various points recently myself. "Let's face it. I was drunk off my rocker. And for a little while I felt taken advantage of when my faculties weren't all working," Nicole stated flatly, "Well..." I began in my defense, but she waved me off. "I'm not blaming you. I did at first but I'm not blaming you now. You were as drunk as me. And I do remember everything. I'm not one of those people who forgets when they get drunk." Nicole inhaled sharply, composing herself carefully. "I know I went after Cassandra. I started it. For months I'd been secretly jealous of her good looks and perfect body and I simultaneously hated her being around you and also desperately wanted to get into her panties." I had to smile. I was starting to understand Nicole's current awkwardness. I remembered totally avoiding Taylor for a few weeks when I'd first developed a simultaneous crush on her and envy at her social ability. Nicole stared off into space, silent for a long while. Then with a heavy sigh, she finally said, "I really regret doing it. I wish we'd never done it." I hesitated. I'd half-expected this and yet hoped she wouldn't regret. "Why?" She looked at me for a moment as if I'd sprouted horns. Then she rolled her eyes. "Men. You can just fuck without any emotional attachment." Now there was some angry heat in her voice. "Maybe THAT'S why I didn't miss boys when I was in college. At least I knew if I slept with a girl I knew it meant something to both of us. At least I thought that when I sleep with you it means something to you and me." "It does!" I protested. Then I reached up my arms to her. "Nicole, it does. I'm not just fucking you. I'm making love WITH you." "Then how could you sleep with Cassandra?!" she yelled. Then she turned and looked at the floor, muttering to herself, "How could I sleep with Cassandra?" And then she was looking at me again. "What does it mean when you sleep with Cassandra?" "Well..." I thought of the warm affection I felt whenever I was with the beautiful blonde. "Last night wasn't the first time, was it?" I hesitated just a second too long. "Thought so," she spat. "Nicole, that's different. I don't feel the same way about her as I do about you." True enough. I realized that I cared a lot about Cassandra. I wasn't 'in love' with her, but I loved her on some level. On the other hand... "I want YOU, Nicole. I made a conscious choice to show you to the world, to the media. I want to cuddle with you at night. I want to jet-set to exotic places and shower you with gifts. You're my girl." "When were you going to tell me about her?" "I... I'm not sure. I was planning to... God, that sounds like such a pathetic excuse." I sighed. "I really was going to tell you. I just wasn't sure how. Wasn't sure if you would be okay with it. But I have to be honest right here and now. I don't plan to stop. You're my girl. But you're not always around and she's a warm, affectionate body during the week." She sat down and stared out the window. "I just HAD to go and fall in love with Jonathan Kwong... Billionaire!" "Nicole..." I said softly. "You're cheating on me! With your blonde assistant! How fucking cliché is that!" "Nicole, please." "How can I compete with... with her? She's taller. She's blonder. She's got that fucking fabulous accent. Her tits are just impossible! And yet she's as thin as me. It's not fair! And she's around you twenty times more often than me." "Forget all that. What matters is that I'm here, with you. Doesn't that count for something?" "Of course it counts," Nicole threw up her hands, standing up and pacing. She went around in circles for thirty seconds and I just let her steam off for a little bit. And when she finally came back she sat down next to me and put her hands on my chest. "You really want to be with me?" "Yes." "And yet you'd keep fucking Cassandra?" "I want to fall head over heels with you, romantically. But the answer is yes: I'd keep fucking her." I shrugged and then opened my arms wide. "This is me. You have to decide at some point whether you can handle that." She half-growled in frustration, but the knotted tension in her eyebrows started to lift. "What am I going to do with you?" "Love me for who I am? Flaws and all." I offered with a wry smile, hopeful and yet hesitant. "Maybe that'll work." She sat down and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me gently. I hesitated a moment before hugging her back or returning her kiss. Was she really understanding of all this? Maybe she had known all along she wasn't the only woman I was sleeping with. Maybe she'd already come to terms with it in her own way, and all that was left was to get it out in the open. Maybe my ticking time bomb wasn't going to blow up in my face. "I love you, John, flaws and all, hot assistant and all. You're worth it." And then her tongue was dancing in my mouth once again. Abruptly, she pulled away and caught me off guard. "Hey, before we get to the makeup sex, I want to make one thing clear. Unless I'm totally sober and seducing her myself, we are NOT having another threesome with Cassandra. I'm still just too intimidated by her." "Okay," I managed to get out before Nicole was kissing me again. "Hmm, does that mean you're open to threesomes with girls OTHER than Cassandra?" I smirked. "You are such a pervert!" she exclaimed, but she was still grinning with me. "That's not a 'no'," I ventured. She kissed me again. "No, it's not. But let's worry about that later." ------- SATURDAY I woke up with Nicole snuggled in against me. For some reason, feeling her cuddling to me was even more pleasant than waking up with my dick in a hot babe's mouth. And I lay there for a good thirty minutes just enjoying her body curled around mine. Of course, after those thirty minutes when Nicole woke up without my dick in her mouth, she slid down the covers to correct that situation. With much (MUCH) practice, Nicole's oral expertise had been vastly improving. She wasn't as technically proficient as, say Lindsay or Taylor, but her instinctive talent made this the wonderful experience it truly was. And she'd been getting very good at teasing me. Now able to sense my orgasms, Nicole blew me to the brink of climax before squeezing painfully on my balls and baring her teeth against my sensitive skin. "Arghhh!" I grunted in uncontrollable panic. Nicole just grinned around my shaft between her lips and then went right back to fellating me. This happened once more before I tired of the game and pulled her up to me. I spun the lithe brunette around until I was spooned in behind her, cuddled on the bed with my left arm snaked underneath her neck and around to play with one firm breast. My other hand stroked along her thigh. She raised up her right leg just enough for me to slip into her from behind, and then we held each other tenderly while enjoying the slow lovemaking rhythms. The makeup sex last night had been fast and furious. The morning after sex turned out to be long and luxurious. We kissed and whispered to each other while our naked bodies rubbed together, my pelvis slowly driving forward until I was pressed against her asscheeks, my shaft hitting rarely-pressed buttons inside Nicole's pussy that only this position could reach. She came to one quietly quivering orgasm before she pulled off then turned around to mount me. I held her hips while she lowered herself down, rejoining ourselves with a happy sigh of pleasant relief. It was as if neither of us felt quite whole without being so intimately joined together. And in the end, with me flat on my back while Nicole sat on top of me, her tits in my face and her screams echoing out the windows, we came together. And as each shot poured out of me and splattered against her sensitive inner walls, I could feel her soul answering back 'I love you, too'. For a few minutes, everything was right in the world. But then her phone rang. We ignored it, basking in our love while my penis slowly went limp inside of her vagina. She nuzzled her nose against mine as we kissed happily and whispered romantic nothings to each other. Then the call went to her voicemail and a voice came over the speaker. "Miss Gellar, this is building security. Uh, if you're at home, I think you'd better peek outside the windows." My eyebrows furrowed, and Nicole dismounted me. She got a tissue to tidy herself up while she found a bathrobe. I searched around for my pants. Eventually, she got to her window and pulling the curtain slightly aside, she gasped. I joined her a moment later and then from our fifth floor view, we saw them. A dozen paparazzi were loitering around the front entrance. From past experience, I already knew this building had neither a helipad nor a private garage. "You ready to face the music?" I asked. "I guess this is another flaw in dating me." "Yeah. I just wish I knew which was worse. The media or you and Cassandra." "Can you handle it? Well, both?" "I think so." She turned and kissed me. "You're worth it," she reminded me. Then she looked out at all the cameras. "I think." "I just don't get why they're here. I don't think anyone ratted us out. There's nothing really to see. We've already gone public." "Don't look at me. It's not like I invited them," Nicole answered. "Maybe someone saw your car or saw you in a hallway. Never underestimate the media; I've been watching Celebrity Sightings for far too long. "Then let's get away for the weekend. Where do you want to go? I'll have you back by Monday." "A one-night trip? Hmm, forget that. Let's actually go to Fiji!" Nicole turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. I was surprised by her sudden spontaneity. "What about your job?" "Hell, I'm due for a vacation." I smiled at her. My gut instinct had been right on. Ever since I saw her, seemingly so long ago, in my old apartment. I just knew she was special. Maybe now was the time. Maybe this was the trip. Maybe now I would find someone to give my heart to and finally say those three words I had such a hard time saying. "Come on. We've got a trip halfway around the world." Maybe Nicole was the one person worth saying the L-word to. ------- SUNDAY I'll never get used to complete time zone changes. A couple hours from New York to California, I'll get. But losing a whole day just feels... wrong. And yet, after taking off Saturday morning we got to Fiji late Sunday night. Worn out by jet lag, even on a private jet, Nicole and I pretty much just found our bungalow and went straight to sleep. In the morning, one of the best weeks of my life began. It was just me and Nicole. Manhattan and our lives and the media were half a world away. We had a week of friendly staff catering to our every needs. A week of aqua-blue oceans and crisp white beaches. A week of spontaneous vacation sex. A week of romantic, tropical love. It was a perfect week. It all had to end sometime. Not just the vacation, but the relationship I'd been building with Nicole. My transgressions had caught up to me. ------- SUNDAY, ONE WEEK LATER I couldn't believe it. Had they been waiting for us all this time? I was still in the jet at a private airfield. And yet from my window I could see dozens of paparazzi straining at the edge of the chain link fence. The Maybach was already waiting in the hangar and would take us directly to my place, so they'd never be able to get close to Nicole or I. And yet, I could distinctly make out the long cylinders of super-telephoto lenses. Why the hell were we so popular? I was just a guy. I wasn't a Hollywood movie star or anything like that. I wasn't involved in some sex scandal. Why did they need shots of me? Only after the hangar doors closed did Nicole or I step off the plane. She was radiant and tan. She'd gotten a mini-makeover in Fiji, shortening her hair a bit and adding color highlights. With her glowing golden skin and bright smile, she was a beautiful girlfriend any man would have been proud to show off. But she was still camera shy and I took whatever precautions I could to keep her out of the limelight. If I'd expected the media, I probably would have arranged a helicopter to pull us out of here instead. We settled into the limo, and I was surprised to find our usual bodyguard was up front with the driver. Perhaps Cassandra had been tipped off to the media and sent the extra help. But why hadn't she contacted me if there was a problem? Then I realized that I'd never turned my Blackberry back on. It was tied into the jet to keep me updated, even airborne, but I was too engrossed with Nicole to think about it. Now, the bodyguard tossed back a magazine to me at the same time my messages began their download. First off, the magazine was from Forbes. And my head was on the cover. "Oh, wow!" Nicole exclaimed as she picked it up. The magazine had just come out with their annual richest people list. While I was nowhere near Bill Gates in total value, I was the richest man in the world under 30 years old. And I was a bachelor to boot. Various other messages streamed through my Blackberry, mostly from Cassandra. I just skimmed through the titles as we tried to drive out the security gate without running over one of the overzealous photographers. One message was about the magazine article. Another was that Hal Reynolds needed to see me for something or another. Several others had to do with our financial ventures. Then came the messages from Taylor. The first one was a questioning "Where are you?" But then apparently Cassandra told her I was in Fiji and she seemed very hurt in the next two messages. Ah, hell. I was going to have to do some damage control with her. Momentarily overwhelmed, I just dropped the damn thing onto the seat next to me and instead focused on something happy. Like the beautiful girl sitting next to me with love in her eyes and strawberries in her taste. "At least I've got you, Nicole." She smiled and kissed me. It was the last smile. ------- There was a crowd of paparazzi waiting for us at my apartment building. They wouldn't be able to see much through the tinted glass, certainly not any photographs worth selling. And yet there they were, half-blocking the entrance to the private garage. Building security was warding them from actually following us underground, but the sudden media pressure had stepped up Nicole's heart rate once again. She squeezed my hand and tried to put on a brave face, but I could see the tension in her face despite her outward bravado. She jumped when a loud bang set off next to her head as a particularly aggressive photog slammed his camera against the window and squeezed off a series of shots. The flash, despite the tinting, still flared inside the car. The driver was honking non-stop to try and clear a path. Even when he revved the engine, one suicidal man just stood in directly front of the grille snapping away. And then the ambient noise broke up just enough for us to recognize some of the yells. "Nicole! Nicole! Look here!" "Where'd you to go!" "Jonathan! How many girls you got in there?" "Nicole, we'll follow you home!!!" That last one really freaked out my girlfriend, and she clawed against my arm like a frightened kitten. And then finally we made it through and the garage doors were closing them out. With far less fanfare, we quietly made it up the elevator and headed into my apartment. Cassandra greeted us at the door. "You guys make it through alright?" "The usual," I shrugged. Edward took Nicole's coat. "Good evening, Miss Gellar." "Hello Edward. Hi Cassandra." Nicole replied. She still wasn't looking my assistant in the eye. I had half a mind to ask for a martini. But then, remembering what had happened the last time Nicole and I were bombarded by paparazzi and then started drinking, I changed my mind and requested a Coke. Nicole just clutched my hand and hissed at me, "John, we need to talk." She was almost shaking. I hustled the two of us into my private lounge while the building staff handled hauling the rest of our luggage in. Nicole was trembling constantly now. I'd just gotten her seated when she blurted, "I don't know if I can handle this." "You'll be fine." "No, I won't. These... PEOPLE... are talking about following me home. I have stalkers! I won't be fine!" She was near hysterical, and I immediately wrapped her in my arms and started to murmur soothing sounds. They were unintelligible, but they seemed to slow down her hyperventilating. "Nicole..." I crooned softly, hugging her gently. "I'm sorry, John. But that doesn't make it all better." She pushed me away and then sat deeper into the couch. Her face flipped up towards the ceiling as her neck seemed to give way, and then she planted her elbows against her knees and buried her head in her hands. "I can't do this. I want to believe you're worth it, but I can't do this." "Come on, don't say that. We can work this out." "God, I wish I'd met you before all this. You are SUCH a great guy. I reminded myself every day about how lucky I was to meet my soul mate. And I do love you John." "Love conquers all." She rolled her eyes at me. "And here I thought you were a New York cynic." "Hey! Your sense of humor is coming back." "But it's not that simple. Life isn't a fairytale." "It can be. I'll find you a crown and a poofy dress." "No!" she screamed at me. And then she pushed me away. "I don't want that! I mean, for a million different girls, marrying a billionaire and becoming a princess is a dream come true. But not for ME. I just wanted the financial analyst with the decent job and a warm heart. I want the John I met hiding out in his apartment having a neighbor delivering Chinese food. I want the John who rode with me in an elevator and charmed me into inviting him into my apartment." "I'm still John." "No. You're Jonathan Kwong... Billionaire. You've got a gorgeous personal assistant to fuck on the side while you romance the sweet girl next door. You've got the private jet and the side vacations to Fiji. And you're on the cover of fucking Forbes!" She threw up her hands in defeat. "And I'm... I'm... just me." "And you're beautiful." After a long ten seconds, I pleaded in a quiet voice. "You said I was worth it." "I love you," she whispered, looking me straight in the eye. "I love being with you." And then another ten second pause nearly gave me a heart attack. And when she spoke, it didn't make me feel much better. She looked away again, ashamed of her own doubts. "But I can't help but feel that this all will kill me. I don't normally stress this much! And there's a nagging feeling in the back of my head that this is all going to go to hell in a handbasket." As if on cue, the door to my private quarters burst open. "KWONG!!!" came the loud yell. Hal Reynolds stormed into my room, heading in a beeline straight for me. What the hell? Cassandra was right behind him, struggling to maintain her professionalism while simultaneously trying to slow him down. Edward and Dorothy were just outside, watching intently but coming no closer. "KWONG!" he yelled again, waving a small rectangular object at me. "Hal?" I gasped in surprise. He stopped just a foot away from me, looking right into my eyes while his face was as red as a beet. The old guy was PISSED. "You'd better fucking marry her!" "What?" "Daddy!" Kaitlyn was suddenly in the doorway, out of breath and racing to catch up to us. My eyes focused in on the rectangular object. And with utter and abject horror I recognized it as a home pregnancy test. "You'd better fucking marry her!" he repeated. Cassandra was then at his side, touching his arm and frantically trying to get his attention. "Mr. Reynolds, please. We can discuss this." He ignored her and just stared at me. My jaw waggled up and down, but no sound came out. And when he was fully satisfied that he'd intimidated the shit out of me, he reached out, gripped my wrist in his bear paw, and planted the incriminating device into my open palm. He said nothing else, just glaring at me. And then while Cassandra continued to babble in his ear, he spun on one heel and stalked right out the door. On the way, he grabbed onto Kaitlyn's arm, pulling the blonde eighteen-year-old out with him. His forceful movements brooked no refusal, and with a forlorn look back at me Kaitlyn stumbled after him. And then it was just me, Cassandra, and Nicole. Nicole, who was eyeing me with a defeated expression. "That's it, isn't it?" "Nicole, wait." I started, but she shook her head, stopping my words in their tracks. I risked a glance at Cassandra, who was just standing off to the side, coolly evaluating the situation. "I mean, how much more of a fucking sign do you think I need?!" Nicole tossed up her hands, the tears streaming down her face. Haltingly and clumsily, she fumbled around for her purse. And for a moment, she looked around for her jacket while forgetting it was out with Edward. "Nicole..." Her head snapped up and she glared at me. "She's pregnant? That little girl?" "She's eighteen," I stated defensively. And then I looked down at the home pregnancy test I still held in my hands. "And it looks like a 'yes'." "And you're the father?" I sighed as the prospect of unexpected fatherhood crushed down on me. "Possibly." Now Nicole stepped right up to me and lasered hot fury from her eyes into mine. "Who else?" "What?" "Who else have you been fucking? Cassandra, I know for sure. The little girl too. Who else? How about Taylor?" "Yes. But you've known we've been intimate friends for years." "Forget years. Have you fucked her since we started dating?" I sighed again. This was not going well at all. "Yes." "Anybody else?" The redheaded teen Lindsay immediately popped into my mind. "Well..." "Fucking A!!!" Nicole yelled. Her hand went up to slap me. I flinched and then braced for the impact, an impact that never came. She just shook her fist in my face, and then snatched up her purse and headed for the door. I was too shell-shocked to think of anything beyond the fact that the love of my life, the first person I'd felt my soul connect to, was walking out the door. "Nicole!" I pleaded. She stopped for just a moment. Without turning, she hung her head. "I really wish I'd met you sooner. Before all this craziness. We might have been something really special." My jaw was moving, but I couldn't come up with anything to defend myself. Still with her back to me, Nicole whispered, "Goodbye, John." And then she stepped outside and was gone. ------- I felt like my heart had been ripped out of me. My knees had buckled, and some time later I found myself still kneeling on the floor, half-fallen over against the foot of the couch. I blinked and then my head was in Cassandra's lap while I still knelt on the floor. I wasn't crying like a baby or anything; but I wasn't totally aware of my surroundings either. Cassandra didn't say anything. She just stroked my hair and hummed softly while I zoned out into space. My mind went over every detail of my relationship with Nicole. From the Chinese Food to the elevator to the taxi date to Celebrity Sightings and her mother's cancer and on through the good times, until the perfect Fijian vacation. And now she was gone. Did I have a chance of getting her back? Maybe. After all, we had a special connection and nothing like that ever dies quickly. At least I had Taylor... or did I? First Nicole had broken the invisible weekday/weekend barrier. Then I'd stepped out on the town in a very public manner with Nicole. And finally I'd disappeared for an entire week with Nicole. Did Taylor still love me the same way or did she perceive me to be distancing myself from her? I wasn't sure I could handle losing her as well. I looked up into Cassandra's pale blue eyes, now looking down on me with non- judgemental warmth. She'd already professed her love for me, in her own way. It wouldn't be typical and it wouldn't be public, but it was honest. She knew every facet of my existence and loved me for who I was. So I slept around. She didn't care and even participated. And while Nicole had up and stormed away, Cassandra was still here and loving me as much as ever; even after finding out I'd impregnated a teenager. A teenager... oh, crap. "Kaitlyn!" I blurted. I suddenly bolted upright. And immediately I started to black out from the head rush. My face went into my palms and Cassandra was immediately by my side, rubbing my back. It took a moment to gather my bearings, and then I was up and heading into my bedroom. Just before I went in, I turned and glanced back at my ever-loyal personal assistant. She just smiled warmly at me, no accusations or disappointment in her eyes. How lucky I was to have someone like her always waiting for me. ------- I went into my closet and popped the trap door. Quietly, I shimmied down the ladder and headed for the louvered slats in Kaitlyn's closet door. And then I got another surprise. Half-hidden in the darkness was Taylor, completely naked. And for perhaps the first time ever, I barely noticed. She was ducked into an alcove, trying to be invisible while simultaneously listening to the riot going on just through the door. Hal Reynolds was lecturing in a heated voice at a simpering Kaitlyn. And when I gasped at finding Taylor hidden in the closet, she clamped a hand over my mouth and her eyes went wide. This situation would go from worse to an absolute nightmare if her father caught me right now, not to mention catching me in his daughter's closet with a naked supermodel. I managed to pry her hand off me. And in as low a whisper I could manage, I asked, "What are you doing here?" Just as quietly, with a world of hurt in her eyes, Taylor whispered back, "You left. I was all alone." Before we got any further, Hal Reynolds yelled again, and we both turned to spy into the bedroom. "Kaitlyn, you're keeping the baby!" he sternly warned. "But I'm not ready!" the teenager wailed. "Rubbish! Your mother had you when she was just eighteen. Now I was never sure if it was a ploy to trap me or not, but it worked out rather well." "I didn't try to trap him! It was an accident!" "Then it was a blessed accident!" Hal's voice suddenly calmed and he sat on the bed next to his daughter. With a paternally convincing voice, he continued, "Kaitlyn, this is a golden opportunity. The man has BILLIONS! Marry him and you will be more than set for life. I hear he just got back from a weeklong vacation to Fiji!" "But I don't want to marry him. I don't love him." "Forget that! Even if you don't want to marry him, at least you'll get a fat child support check every month. Just think of what you could do with $20,000 a day!" Incredibly, despite his earlier display of pure rage, Hal Reynolds sounded rather excited. "Have the baby, and then you can afford the best child care. You can still go out and party and enjoy your life. Look at Britney Spears! She's the worst mother on the planet and yet she can go to Vegas every weekend! Just take the money." Hal's anger, if it was ever real, was completely gone, replaced by greed. "If I'd known he was fucking you I'd have told you to go off your birth control myself." I balled my fists at the gall of what he was saying, ready to burst through the door and beat the living shit out of him. Setting me up with his daughter and brainwashing her into golddigging was one thing. Sending her out like a Trojan Horse to seduce me and get knocked up? That's just plain sociopathic! But just when I was about to lunge forward, Taylor grabbed me again and held me back. But then Hal calmed down. Kaitlyn seemed to be considering what he was saying. And that was good enough for him. Hal rubbed the fingertips of one hand together, miming the hand gesture of hard cash. Satisfied for the moment, he straightened his cuffs, imperiously about- faced, and then he left the room. Taylor waited a full two seconds before popping through the door and going straight to Kaitlyn. The eighteen-year-old perked up for a moment and then saw me just behind. Kaitlyn looked ready to cry again when Taylor reached her and wrapped her up in a warm hug. "Oh, Katie..." Taylor cooed reassuringly. Perhaps for the first time, seeing the two fantastically gorgeous babes embracing did nothing for my libido. Kaitlyn just stared at me, her green eyes dark as I strode forward. She said nothing but looked deathly afraid of how I would react. I know most men try to fake some semblance of happiness when learning they're going to be a father. But I was both surprised and angry, in part because of what I'd just heard. So as calmly as I could make it, I asked, "So was it really an accident?" Kaitlyn flinched, either because of her own fears or because I did a poor job of being calm. But she managed to stutter, "Ye- yes." "I thought you were protected?" "I was." Her jaw quivered. "I guess that's why they warn 99.9% effectiveness." I sighed. I had no real answer to that. "Lucky us." Kaitlyn just shivered and let Taylor hold her tighter. And then the good and moral part of me straightened my back. I set my jaw. "Okay. Good enough for me." Kaitlyn visibly relaxed, and Taylor managed a smile at me after realizing I wasn't about to go postal on her little lover. "So what do you want to do?" I asked the blonde teen. "Really, however much we may play, I don't really want to hurt you. I do care and I want to see you happy." "Wait, you'd really be okay if I kept it?" Kaitlyn looked at me a little funny. "Didn't you just hear what my dad said about milking you for every penny?" "Yeah, well, dealing with paternity and child support wouldn't exactly be much fun. And I don't think we could be playmates quite the same way after that. But if you want to keep the baby, there's nothing I can do but support you. After all, I'm an bastard kid myself." Kaitlyn looked away for a moment. "I guess I really need to think about it. But, well, thank you. Your offer is very generous." Kaitlyn turned to Taylor, who was still holding her. And while stroking Taylor's hair she remarked, "She talks about you all the time." And then she looked Taylor in the eye, nodding her head back towards me. "He really is a great guy." "Yeah," was the only response, Taylor looking at the floor and avoiding my eyes. I saw a single tear roll down her cheek. But then in typical Taylor fashion, she steeled her eyes and her spine. "So... how was your vacation with your little girlfriend?" I sighed. I didn't want to get into that right now. After glancing down with a grimace, I looked over at my long-time friend. "We need to talk about that. Just not now." I knelt by the bed beside her, my hands on her legs while I willed my true feelings into my eyes. All the love I couldn't put into words. Right now, with everything going on, I would need her love more than ever. We were far from happily ever after, but there was still hope. "Taylor, we'll talk soon." She sensed the smile in my eyes, and some of the worry and tension were lifted from her shoulders. "You'll know where to find me. Lately, I'm always here," Taylor shrugged. "What can I say," Kaitlyn managed a teary-smile. "I love her." "Yeah, Kaitlyn." Taylor's posture suddenly stiffened. "We need to talk about you saying that all the time." The teenager just made googly-eyes at the supermodel. What a world we live in. Cassandra loves me but can't have me. Taylor loves me but doesn't have me. Kaitlyn loves Taylor but Taylor doesn't seem to return the sentiment. And I just lost Nicole. It's a wonder people find happiness at all. I reached forward to hug both women, ready to leave. My emotions had sapped my energy and I felt like just collapsing into an amorphous blob on the floor. "Well, I'm going to leave you two alone. If you need to talk to me, just let me know. I promise I'll be honest with you," I told Kaitlyn. "Thank you, John." She kissed my cheek. Taylor planted a full-press liplock on my mouth. "Bye, Johnny." ------- Cassandra was waiting for me when I came back up. She was ready to spend the night with me, for comfort even if not for sex. But it just didn't feel right. How could I truly live with myself if I slept with Cassandra immediately after Nicole and I had parted under such bad terms? It's strange how your mind rationalizes things. But while it was okay to sleep around while Nicole and I were happily together, it wasn't okay to spend the night with Cassandra when we'd essentially broken up. Besides, I really needed the rest. This day had started up in Fiji. We'd flown out on Sunday and a full day later it was still Sunday in New York. And then the paparazzi and the thing with Nicole and then the thing with Kaitlyn added up to an eternity of torment. And so I sent Cassandra away and fell into my own fitful sleep. And thus ended perhaps the longest Sunday of my life. ------- MONDAY I awoke several times during the night. Sleep came fitfully, and when the morning light poured through my windows, I could actually feel the bags beneath my eyes. Almost cruelly adding to the drained sensation was the fact that all the blood in my body had pooled together in my cock, which was upright and naked to the morning air. Instantly I realized I was being fellated. I didn't even have the energy to lift my head. All I could do was place a hand on top the head bobbing up and down me. I didn't want to know who. I didn't want to know why. She had long, silky hair and made cute girlish noises and she was very, very good. And then a second tongue joined in, and for a moment I could actually feel the two mouths kissing each other across my shaft before refocusing on titillating my balls and tender penis. Four hands moved around, tickling my skin and pulling on my thighs. I felt like I was strapped to a medieval torture device that was trying to draw and quarter me in a dozen different directions. The hand pumping along my cock and coaxing out my cum was barely different. And just when that rope seemed to pull taught and draw out my sperm, the hands and mouths fell away and like a marionette with its strings cut, I collapsed against my own bed. Taylor's face suddenly arrived over my head. "Afternoon, baby." And then she was kissing me. There was a fervor in her liplock, a passion I hadn't felt from her in some time. It was pure and innocent love, and she moaned happily into the kiss. When she finally pulled back, I wondered aloud. "Afternoon? What?" "Silly, man. It's two o'clock. You must have been really tired from your vacation with Nicole." "Yeah, about that..." "You don't have to tell me about Nicole. Cassandra filled me in." My eyebrows knitted. "She did, did she?" I was mildly annoyed. I'd thought my assistant was a loyal employee looking out for my best interests. "Yep, she and I get along quite well. She tells me everything." "Yeah, but-" the thought flew out the window as a hot mouth once again descended over my rod, apparently satisfied that I was no longer in danger of cumming prematurely. From the expert technique I surmised it was the first girl who'd being going down on me when I woke up. "Johnny," Taylor admonished me. "Just lay back and enjoy!" "But, I've got to call Nicole. Or... something." "Johnny, Johnny. I've been patient but someday you've got to wake up. She's not meant for this world. And like it our not, the world you're living in is the world you're living in. You've got the money and the private jet and the hot babes throwing themselves at you. Just look." She gestured across my body. I managed to crank my neck up and look down my naked body to see the red- haired head of Lindsay bobbing on my cock. She was already stripped down to her lingerie, a wonderfully lacy red set that delightfully displayed her very full cleavage, which was hanging down and wobbling with her every motion. To my surprise, Kaitlyn wore an identical red lingerie set, and she was rejoining in the teenaged girls' adoration of my cock. "Kaitlyn?" I gasped. She popped her head off and smiled at me before sinking her face back down. After everything she was going through, fucking me was last thing I expected out of her. As if on cue, Kaitlyn shimmied out of her panties, slid Lindsay out of the way, and then mounted my cock. She groaned and her eyelids fluttered as the hard tool burrowed up into her body, and then she was fully impaled upon me and leaning down to plant a hot kiss on my mouth. "Kaitlyn?" I asked again. "What's going on?" "Taylor took me to the doctor this morning. I'm not pregnant." "What?" Kaitlyn blushed while she began to slowly bounce on me, her clenching pussy already damp and wonderfully tight. "I'm not pregnant! False positive or something. They're damned sure. I'm just a couple of days late. But just to be on the safe side, I don't think you want to cum in my pussy right now." I almost felt myself going soft at that thought. It had been something of a traumatic experience for me. But then Kaitlyn pouted prettily at me while she reached back and unclasped her bra. Very slowly, the cups fell away, revealing her engorged pink nipples and the round orbs sitting firmly on her chest as they bounced in time with her thrusts. And then my problem with erectile hardness was gone. Kaitlyn reached her arms forward and pressed her wrists together, her biceps pushing her cleavage together at the same time. Her face curled into a desperately pleading expression... "Hurt me..." Like a switch being thrown in my brain, I found a second wind of lust and with a burst of energy, I flipped us both over. I seized Kaitlyn's wrists in my own and stretched her back across my bed. With an animalistic roar, I tore a long strip of fabric off my own pillowcase and then used it to bind her hands to the headboard. Rage poured through my veins. A very small part of it was play-acted control, familiar from my previous fuck sessions with Kaitlyn. But a larger part was real anger. She'd been this close to suing me for a fat child support check and I was blaming her for the situation she'd nearly put me in. And I was blaming her for being the catalyst to making Nicole leave me. I rolled Kaitlyn's naked body onto her side and with some real heat, I spanked her asscheek. And then I spanked her again on the other one. She howled in pain and then by the tenth spank my hand hurt and her cheeks were bright red. But her pussy was juicing out of control. While she was still on her side, I lifted her right leg and then squatted over her left, and cruelly pinching her sore asscheek and right thigh I drilled my cock deep into her pussy. And then I was pounding away. Kaitlyn moaned and screamed and shrieked in fear at the powerful assault, crying as if I was raping her. But the glimmer in her eyes and the copious nectar flooding out of her pussy belied her enjoyment. Her body undulated snakelike, her upper torso rotating forward until she was half on her stomach while I held her hips on their side to penetrate her deeply. Kaitlyn howled out her climax, the tears of pain streaking her cheeks to join the tears of joy as her spine retracted and her pleasure nerves all fired off at once. And when it was over my little blonde fucktoy had was half-passed out once again, the quivers running up and down her body urging me to spill my seed into her velvety receptacle. I hesitated. I'd already been pushed to the brink of climax from Lindsay's and Kaitlyn's dual blowjob, and I was ready to burst. But I found a mental block inside of me to stop me from cumming inside a fertile womb. I couldn't do it. So reaching out I yanked the young blonde around and with my thumbs on her cheeks, I opened her mouth gaping wide. Dim-eyed, Kaitlyn relaxed her throat just in time as I shoved my cock into her mouth. The eighteen-year-old made a gagging noise as I bruised her tonsils. It was two, three, four pumps later and then I was cumming, a firehose of sperm bursting out of me and down Kaitlyn's gullet. She couldn't handle the deluge all at once, and while she choked several globs began to ooze out from her lips. And when I was done Kaitlyn fell to the bed, gasping for air. Taylor pounced immediately, licking up every drop splattered inside of the young blonde's mouth. When that was all gone, Taylor came straight to me, taking my wet noodle in between her lips and urging me on to get hard again for her. Despite my lack of proper sleep, the adrenaline was still pumping through my veins and an unnatural strength was tingling in my muscles. After blasting Kaitlyn's lights out, I was on a power trip, drunk on the situation of three hot babes and without enough mental awareness yet to think to clearly about what was going on. My animal instinct just told me to FUCK... MORE... And Taylor's talented mouth had me hard again in record time. "One more teenaged slut to fill, baby." And then she was pointing me to where Lindsay was reclining and removing her lacy bra, baring those big, perky tits to my gaze. Then she turned over and faced away from me, showing off her firm, tight ass for my viewing pleasure. I reached out and with a sudden jerk, I shredded the middle strap to Lindsay's panties, leaving the waist strap still wrapped around her with little bits of red cloth haphazardly pushed to the side. But this revealed her cute, drumskin tight asscheeks to my gaze, two wonderful globes of illicit heaven for me to plunder. Lindsay squealed when I seized her hips and pulled her up into a doggy-position. And then before she could react further, I pressed down on her spine, bending her face down to the mattress while I plugged her cunt full of my man meat. "Yes!" Lindsay shrieked into the mattress, her voice muffled. But even now, I felt a mild twinge of caution tempering my mood. I couldn't cum inside of her. If Kaitlyn could consider keeping a pregnancy and collecting child support, then I was at even greater risk with her friend, who didn't have nearly the same personal connection to me. Taylor, though, had thought of everything. "Not there, silly. Wrong hole." I reached down and dipped a finger into Lindsay's rosebud star, almost as red as her hair. And the finger slid easily, coated by a thick layer of lube already waiting for me. With a twisted grin, I pulled out of the teen's tasty twat and re-aimed my cock. She grunted when the mushroom head began splitting her sphincter, a low groan that finally turned into a gasp when the head popped through. And then she was moaning again as I pressed forward, eventually burying myself deep inside to her bowels. Meanwhile, Taylor went over to Kaitlyn, still lying on her back trying to recover from my assault. She kissed her for a moment before straddling the blonde's face and lowering her steaming pussy for some girl loving. Lindsay panted against the mattress, her cheek flattened while my cock sawed in and out of her. One of her hands found its way to her own clit, strumming it while I drilled her asshole. Lindsay whimpered and tried to get onto all fours. And with my skinny slut prostrate before me, I really began to pound the shit out of her. Over and over I slammed my hips forward, banging against Lindsay's asscheeks with a loud slap followed by a staccato yelp from the redhead. And then we repeated the process. I relocated my hands to her hips and with the extra leverage, I started moving faster and faster and faster. My cock was a blur disappearing in and out almost too fast to really track, and Lindsay's moaning had turned into one continuous crooning wail. I felt her tighten up, her body trying to still itself and brace against the coming orgasm, but my arms kept her body in motion while her legs suddenly tensed and she came. Her ass muscles clamped down on me, and with that final trigger I unloaded a diluvial torrent of jism deep into her backside. And when I was done with her, I just let go and let her light body fall into a heap against the bed. She was shivering, unable to stop the trembling in her arms as she laid there, her eyes rolled up into her head from the overwhelming sensations. A single cum bubble lifted to the surface of her used and abused asshole, stretched obscenely wide. Her head twitched once, and for a second I worried she might be in some form of medical shock. And yet, there was a contented smile on her face. Taylor was soon beside me. "Get the animal out?" I rotated my head, cricking my neck and inhaled deeply. "I think so." A lot of pent- up rage truly had left me. And for the first time today, I had full command of my senses. I surveyed the carnage, two worn 18-year-old bodies leaking my cum and stretched out across my bed. Taylor stepped off the bed and held out her hand to me. Her eyes glinted a bright blue behind her long bangs. "Take a shower with me?" "Sure." A few minutes later, I'd recovered my breath and the warm water was doing wonders for me. I felt freshened and a few minutes after that, Taylor had me all cleaned up. She was delicate with the soap and her massaging hands were wonderful against my hot skin. "You keep that up, and you'll have to do this for me every day," I joked. "I'd love to," she replied, completely serious. I didn't reply, surprise and wonder in my eyes. Taylor stepped forward and looked right at me. At the moment, her eyes were still the same clear blue. This wasn't lust. She stopped just an inch from kissing me, her nose barely grazing against mine as she looked through me and into my soul. "Someday, Johnny, I'm going to marry you." My eyebrows immediately shot up. "I told you before, Johnny. I love you." She looked down for a moment, and then with a lonely sadness she asked, "So when are you going to realize how much you love me?" I choked on my answer. She leaned in and rubbed her cheek against mine tenderly before returning her gaze to mine. I could lose myself in those eyes. "I see it, Johnny. I see how much you love me, you've always loved me. It's deep down there, and it never goes away." Taylor stretched out her long body, her arms reaching up towards the ceiling while her upper torso rotated and proudly displayed her perfectly shaped tits. With the water cascading around us, her jet black hair was slicked against her scalp and making her eyes even more brilliant. The beats of water dripping across her taut skin made her curves even more enticing. "I'm all yours. Anytime you want. However you want. Whenever you'll have me." "Well..." I began, realizing that my cock was rather hard once again. She leaned back against the wall and raised one foot onto the shower bench, warm wood at just the right height for her to spread open her shaven pussy for my inspection. I stepped forward, guided by my cock and also by my life-long infatuation with this gorgeous woman. I had wanted to love her for so long. And now I had my final choice. I could keep pursuing Nicole, the nice girl from the fifth floor with whom I shared an amazing chemistry but who couldn't handle my lifestyle. Or I could finally choose my dream girl, the beautiful person who was finally choosing me. Taylor reached down with her fingers, parting her own wet, pink labia in welcome anticipation, and then my hard erection found the familiar pathway to Taylor's wet pussy and with a gasping lunge, I slid myself home. She cooed and curled her limbs around my body, wrapping arms around my back and long legs around my lower back, already flinging her body up against me while I pistoned in and out of her juicing slit. "Oh, FUCK, Taylor. You feel so good." "Only the best for you, baby. Oooh... harder!" I complied and began really drilling her out, banging her butt against the shower wall. And then it really hit me. I could make Taylor happy. Right now I was the absolute best man she could hope for. Back in college, I wasn't. I was just another guy. I wasn't the smartest or the most successful. She liked me, true. But Taylor always aspired for the best: in her personal appearance, in her career, and in her love life. No one could ever tie her down because she was always looking for greener pastures. And once I became the greenest pasture around, Taylor came right to me. So maybe the money had a lot to do with it. Maybe that's why she used me to advance her career. Did that necessarily mean she didn't really love me? No. But only after I became a billionaire did she open her heart to explore the possibility of falling in love with me. And she did. "Love me, Johnny. Love me as I love you," she pleaded as our bodies moved in unison. I could feel it. I could feel her words reverberating deep in my heart. Taylor really did love me. Both for the friend I was and the ideal man I could now become for her. But it was love. And as she gasped and bit at my neck, I realized I'd truly gotten her. If I let myself go, if Taylor got pregnant, she'd never think of leaving me and collecting child support. Taylor would marry me and love me and want to raise our children together. I had her, the girl I always wanted... ... and yet, I loved Cassandra, just in a different way. And now I finally understood. My relationship with Nicole had been an uphill battle since the beginning. She never enjoyed the fame and despite our intense chemistry, we just weren't meant to be. Maybe in another life, the life I would have led if I'd never inherited and become John Billionaire. But I did. The inheritance happened and every change in my life happened and brought me to where I was today. It was the catalyst that brought Taylor to me. Besides, with Taylor and Cassandra, I could have them both. I could have my cake and eat it too. Taylor was the perfect girlfriend, maybe even wife. She was upper-crust and accustomed to the finer things in life. She had no fear of the publicity and fame. She encouraged me having other fucktoys and was a sex goddess in her own right. By contrast, Cassandra would be ever loyal, and always there for me. No matter what might happen in our lives, she would never leave me. How could she if she was never WITH me. No marital requirements. No financial obligations to cloud the relationship. Just mutual respect and love and a common goal. And no matter my romantic ups and downs, I would always have her to support me. And I would always love her for that. Despite my mental pondering, I'd still been making love to Taylor with every fiber of my being. It was as if our souls had become intertwined. So I felt more than heard her scream as she clutched me tighter and came, arching her back and thrusting her naked, wet tits up into my chest. When she came down from her high, I pulled my cock out of her and then turned us around, sitting on the bench myself, and while Taylor was still wobbling in the aftershocks of her orgasm, I spun her and sat her down on me, re-entering my upright shaft into the vaginal folds of her gateway to paradise. Together, with her, I really was in paradise. "God, Taylor, you are so fucking hot..." I groaned as my cock pistoned in and out of her body. I could stare at this sight all day, watching her butt rise and fall around my shaft. The ass in my hands was absolutely perfect. Even after all the other women I'd been with, I could still say Taylor had the most perfectly fuckable body I had ever seen. The hips flared prettily around perfectly-shaped tight globes. The skin was milky white save for the blush from the hot water. I leaned forward, pressing my chest against the slickness of her back. I nibbled on her neck and wrapped my hands around her torso, palming her firm tits and squeezing them as she bounced in my lap. I tweaked her nipples just the way I knew she liked me to. "Oh, don't stop. I'm gonna cum. Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me!" she cried urgently as she began jerking her body down against me with each push. I gripped her hips in my hands, readying myself for the final stretch. With metronomic precision, I thrust up off the bench, in and out of her rapidly, giving in to the wonderful feelings to let myself go as well. Here was a gorgeous woman with a potentially fertile womb. And yet I had no hang-ups about filling her with my seed. How could I? This was Taylor. This was a woman I loved. I had no fear. "Johnny! Johnny! JOHNNY!" Taylor cried out as the orgasm built inside of her. And then I had the perfect way to set it off. "Taylor, I love you." She howled in unearthly delight, and every single neuron in her body seemed to fire off at once. And then I was joining her. Words can't describe an orgasm like that. People try to compare it to a nuclear bomb or a cosmic supernova. That's just the physical. I'd had great physical orgasms before, many of them with the beautiful brunette in my lap over the years. This was an emotional orgasm. This was my soul finally recognizing a counterpart in another human being. It was one of the most wonderful moments of my life. And when my consciousness returned back down to this earthly plane of existence, I found I was still cumming. Taylor's body was twitching in my arms, completely overwhelmed by sheer orgasmic force. And over and over I was pumping a torrent of sperm into her waiting and willing body. "I love you," I whispered, and then another shot burst of out me. "I love you..." and then the last glob of cum squeezed out and embedded itself into Taylor's womb. We were both panting with exhaustion, minds racing in a futile attempt to comprehend what had just happened to us. In the end, Taylor merely sagged into my embrace, letting me wrap my arms around her to hold her tight. "Johnny, I love you, too." ------- "Well, I've got a busy afternoon." Kaitlyn smiled at me, squeezing Lindsay's hand for support. "I've gotta tell my dad I'm not pregnant. He's going to be pissed." "Pissed about losing an opportunity for a ton of cash, that is," Lindsay put in. "Your mom is the only one who might've wanted to have a grandkid this early." Taylor smiled, giving Kaitlyn a reassuring pat on the arm. "It's for the best. Come on, he'll get over it and you'll be fine. Tomorrow, I'll take you both out to this new club on Madison." "Promise?" "Absolutely." She stepped forward and kissed the blonde girl on the lips. "Call me as soon as you're done talking to him." "I will." And then the Kaitlyn turned to me. "Now YOU. You take good care of Taylor. You do anything to upset her and I'll come up the ladder and cut your balls off!" Lindsay laughed. "You know, she just might." I wasn't sure whether to be humored or actually scared. "You do that and you can't be my mistress anymore," I frowned. Taylor giggled and squeezed my hand. "Well... maybe I'll leave one ball intact. I need something to fill my ass with your wonderful cum." Shaking my head, I stepped forward and kissed Kaitlyn. "Good luck, Princess. I'll see you later." And when the two teens were gone, Taylor turned to me and planted a passionate kiss on my lips while reaching a hand down to my crotch. "Hmm, so now. What shall we do together? "Oh, no. You're going to have to give me at least a LITTLE time to recharge." On cue, my stomach growled. I grinned and made my decision. "Come on, let's go out and have a very public lunch together." "Really?" Taylor swooned. "You know what will happen, right?" "Yeah." I felt confident in my decision. "We'll head downtown, you'll get your picture on a few more magazines, and THEN I'll bring you back here so we can fuck like rabbits." There were tears in her eyes as those ramifications were setting in. She was realizing that I was accepting her. And then she kissed me again. "I love you, Johnny." "I love you, too. Now let's see where the future takes us." ------- TUESDAY It was early morning, the sun not yet up. I glanced across the bed, seeing Taylor's sweet face as she slept peacefully. Her hair was an artful mess around her head, perfectly strewn so that you'd think a makeup artist had specifically placed each strand on purpose. We might have been forgiven for sleeping in today. After all, Taylor and I had spent almost the entire afternoon fucking the shit out of each other. It was exhausting. And yet, despite the early hour, I felt fully refreshed... eager, actually. I finally had my world figured out and I wanted it to start as soon as possible. She was an angel. There was even a shaft of moonlight coming through the windows and illuminating only her head and shoulders in a silvery grey. I slid down on the pillow until my face was right in front of hers. I remained for several minutes, just studying her face as if seeing it for the first time: perfect cheekbones, delicate lips, silky smooth skin. In her sleep, Taylor's hard edge was gone. She was just a girl, deeply in love and happy to sleep in the bed of her man. With her model haughtiness stripped away, she seemed so much more... human. Here was a girl who wanted me, no strings attached. She put no limitations on my life and had no fear of it either. She just loved me for who I was. And whatever mistakes she had made she'd served her penance. I stayed for a long time, until some subconscious part of her sensed my presence. With a soft yawn, her eyelids blinked open a few times. I was right. The moonlight matched her eyes. "Johnny?" she whispered sleepily. "Yeah..." "What are you doing?" "Just watching you." "Mmm..." she hummed happily, half-lapsing back into sleep. I circled the bed and slipped myself beneath the covers. Then spooning myself behind her, I slid the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and kissed the exposed skin gently. As I continued caressing her lovely body and nibbling at her neck, she laughed quietly and snuggled tighter into my embrace. We went at least ten minutes without saying anything, simply cuddling and deriving our pleasure from that simple contact. I could die at this moment and die a happy man. I had an angel in my arms. With Taylor, this just seemed right. She was my beginning, and in the end you always find yourself back at the beginning. ------- TWO YEARS LATER SLURP "Oh, fuck yeah..." "Mmm..." In the final moments, she released my banana-bent cock from the trappings of her full cleavage. I groaned unhappily at the hot flesh of her tits leaving my sensitive skin, but then I was deep inside her mouth and the pleasure had completely taken over. I gripped her head by her cheeks and ears, consciously trying not to mess up her perfectly coiffed hair while half-failing as I thrust in and out between her lips rapidly. And then my eyes rolled back up into my head and I was cumming, spurting jet after jet of warm cum into the back of her throat. Her blue eyes glittered as she savored the emotions of the moment while simultaneously swallowing rapidly to avoid a mess. Neither of us had much time to clean up a mess. When she was done drinking down all I had to give her, she popped off with a contented sigh and then dabbed at my wet penis with a cloth handkerchief. Still on her knees before me, she cleaned me up and then gently tucking me away, buttoned me up into my tuxedo pants. I just panted, catching my breath, letting her do her thing. We had just minutes left. I turned and looked to the mirror, straightening my tie and getting my shirt properly arranged. Meanwhile, Cassandra found her bra and quickly put away her heavy breasts, removing paradise from view while simultaneously pushing them together in cleavage so perfect it made my mouth water to free them once again. She smirked at my look through the mirror, and began pulling the straps of her dress back up around her shoulders. "Feeling better now?" she asked, her Australian accent oh so sexy while she played with her hair, the golden blonde locks piled high in such an artfully dramatic way. "Very." I felt all the knots in my shoulders were gone. "Thank you." "Well getting married is NOT something you want to do all tensed up. Now just relax and enjoy the moment. Everything is beautiful. Just have fun with the next few hours because they will pass by so quickly." She patted me on the back. "You ready?" "Yeah." I turned and held her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "I love you." "I know. I love you, too, Jonathan." I gave her one last smile. "Let's go." Two minutes later I was in place, my mom beaming proudly in the front row. And a couple minutes after that the doors at the end of the aisle opened, and there she was. Her raven dark hair had grown over the past couple of years, enough that she could have a properly elegant look for our wedding photos. And even from afar, I could see Taylor's blue eyes piercing into me. I couldn't wipe the silly grin from my face at my delight in seeing her. I looked at my mom, I looked at Cassandra, and then my eyes were right back to my Taylor. When she came to me and I held her hand with my own, I muttered under my breath so only she could hear, "God, Taylor, you are so fucking hot." "I know," she sassed. Taylor couldn't help but giggle happily. "I can't believe we're here." "Believe it. I love you." "I love you, too." And she bent to kiss me. "Ahem," came a growl. The old guy in the formal suit behind me glowered and stated, "We're not at that part yet." I smirked and then planted a wet kiss on Taylor's lips. And then a flurry of flashbulbs went off, strobing so fast they all blended together to surround us in a white glow. I felt like I was in heaven. Hey, I'm Jonathan Kwong... billionaire. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Everything works out alright in the end. ------- EPILOGUE: "It was the wedding of the year, and we've got the exclusive scoop on the secret honeymoon! Hi, I'm Tricia Tanaka. Well, the grand wedding between Jonathan Kwong and Taylor Brynn topped our buzzmeter and seemingly shut down half of Manhattan. And you can get all the insider photos on our website! "But the BIG secret everyone was gossiping about Saturday was: Where's the honeymoon? Resorts and private bungalows all around the world were being rumored as the top secret destination, with several prominent venues claiming to be the one. In fact, many insiders speculate that even the happy couple wasn't sure where they were going until they were on the plane! "But we at Celebrity Sightings have the juicy details. Here we have a photo of Jonathan and Taylor boarding their private jet. And from there, our expert technicians were able to track the progress of the plane as it headed west out into the Pacific. And while security has been so tight that we've been unable to get any new photographs of them or determine exactly which private resort they wound up at, these leaked customs documents show that the jet landed in Tahiti. There were only three passengers who disembarked: Jonathan, Taylor, and Jonathan's long-time personal assistant Cassandra Cooper. "Hmm, Jonathan and two gorgeous women honeymooning alone on a private island? I'll bet there are more than a few men who wouldn't mind being in his place for the next few weeks..." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-11-30 Last Modified: 2007-11-30 / 10:40:01 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------