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Casey

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I know you’re there before I even open my eyes. My senses are so attuned to you, I always know when you’re in the room. I can’t help but smile when I think of your reaction as you find me in bed, asleep, with Casey.

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Casey and I had been shopping and indulged in a fairly liquid lunch. A bottle and a half of wine later, I decided I wanted to buy something sexy..something that would really knock your socks off.

“You two have a good sex life, huh?” Casey asked it casually, but I could see in her eyes that she was more than a bit curious.

“It’s incredible, Case. He’s the most exciting man I’ve ever been with. Just the thought of his mouth on me can get me all hot and bothered.”

“So he’s good?” Casey smiled and leaned forward, whispering in a conspiratory tone, “He’s not afraid to go down on a woman?”

“Oh GOD, no!” I sighed dramatically. I knew you wouldn’t mind if I bragged about you. In fact, I could just about picture your smile. “He’s simply incredible. The man has a gift, I tell you.”

We laughed and Casey grinned again, “Well, hon, he loves you and he loves oral sex. What more could a woman ask?? She sighed, stretched in her seat and ran her fingers through her long straight chestnut hair, “I hate being single. I get so damn tired of the ‘battery operated boyfriends’”.

“You’re turn will come, hon.” I said and laughed, “Um, no pun intended.”

We had a good giggle and she suggested that we head to the lingerie store and find a little something to make you smile. I suggested we find something to make you groan instead.

You know that Casey and I have a knack for getting devilish. It was usually one of us getting downright bad and the other one reining us in. But today, we were both full of trouble and the wine was not helping matters . We were feeling rather brazen, so we agreed to pick out lingerie for each other. I picked up an aquamarine satin bra and matching high-cut panties for Casey to try on. I thought the colour would set off her brown eyes and olive skin. I caught her eye across the store and waggled the hangers to show her I was ready. She did the same with hangers holding some dark purple material.

Casey and I had shared a changeroom before, but never in a lingerie store and we had never actually been naked in front of each other. The saleslady gave us a sideways glance as we slid into the small changeroom and giggled.

“You first,” I told Casey. “There’s no way we can both change in here at the same time.”

Casey pulled her sweater over her head then released her front-clasp bra. Her little breasts slid out. They were so perfect – sweet little pink nipples hard from the cold air-conditioning. I thought she’d put on the bra first and then try the panties, but instead she stripped out of her pants and underwear. Casey’s so petite – 5’5″ and naturally thin – not in a supermodel/waif kind of way. But, as I’ve said to you before, I always feel like an amazon when I stand next to her. She slipped into the bra and panties and I had to admire her body. She looked gorgeous as she pivoted around, looking at herself in the mirror. She has such a lovely, round ass and the crotch of the panties hugged her pussy like a caress, showing off its shape but hiding her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Really, she looked perfect.

“What do you think, Lauren?” She asked.

“Honestly, Case, it looks fabulous. God, I pick out great underwear.” I couldn’t help but wonder what you would think of Casey at that moment. How many nights had you led us to a frenzied pitch while whispering how much you’d love to see Casey and I together? How many times had I cum while thinking of just that? Thinking about it was making my pussy tingle in the most delicious way.

Casey’s teeth were almost chattering as she changed back into her clothes. “What kind of sick fuck turns up the air conditioning in an underwear store?? Tell you what, Lauren.” She said as she quickly pulled her sweater down over her slim body, “Let me buy the outfit I picked out for you and we’ll try it on at your place.”

I quickly agreed – I wasn’t sure I wanted my best friend to see the wet spot on my panties as I changed in here.

We grabbed a cab back to the house, giggling as the cabbie tried to keep his eyes on the road and steal glances at the two of us at the same time.

As I opened yet another bottle of wine, Casey searched through our CD collection, looking for “mood music”. Finding some sultry blues, she grabbed the store bag in one hand, the bottle of wine and two glasses in the other, and proceeded upstairs to our bedroom.

She arranged herself on our bed, propped up against the headboard as if she owned the place. With a wave of the little shopping bag, she smiled and said “Okay, woman, time to try on my present to you and Jack.”

I smiled and unbuttoned my blouse – noticing how Casey’s eyes never left my chest as I did so. Escort Bayan The blouse fell to the floor and I reached behind me to take off my bra. Casey was staring at my plump breasts, a strange look on her face. I shivered as I realized she was enjoying this as much as I had enjoyed watching her at the store. My nipples instantly stiffened and I could feel that prickly heat starting again. All of a sudden, I had to be naked in front of her..I wanted to be naked for her… the bra dropped and I quickly stepped out of my skirt. I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my panties and slid them down my hips, bending over at the waist as I did so, letting my tits sway as I stepped out of the last of my clothes.

Casey moved to kneel at the edge of the bed, “Come here, Lauren,” she almost whispered. I stood in front of her on weak knees and watched her pull the purple lace bra from the package. I put my arms through the holes and she slid it over my shoulders. She was so close to me I could barely breath. I reached back to hook it closed and my breasts strained against the lace. “It’s a push-up bra, hon,” Casey said quietly as she stood behind me and turned me towards the mirror.

You know I don’t wear push-up bras, simply because I think my tits draw enough attention without the extra effort of a bra. These bras almost require an engineering degree to get them on properly. “Here,” she said, “let me help you get into it.”

Before I knew what was happening, Casey’s hands slid into the right cup and held my breast – lifting it so it sat properly in the bra. I watched her reflection as she slid her hand to my other breast and did the same thing. Wow! My tits looked as if they were being served up on a platter…begging to be touched and tasted. I knew instantly that you’d love me in this.

“See?” Casey said against my ear, “You want your nipples right along the edge like this. You can just see them through the top of the lace.” She grazed her nails across my lace covered nipples and I nearly fainted with pleasure.

Casey studied at me in the mirror for a moment and sighed, “Wish I had tits like yours, Lauren. They’re so full and round. Makes you just want to suck them.” Her hands rubbed across the top of my breasts and I couldn’t help but moan softly.

Casey stepped back, turned me around and led me by the hand to the edge of the bed. She sat there and studied my pussy for a moment. I felt extremely vulnerable and extremely excited as she cocked her head to one side and looked at my naked crotch. “I love that Brazilian bikini wax, love,” she said, “It looks so pretty to see you naked like that. I bet Jack loves the fact that there’s no hair to get in the way when he’s got his face buried in your pussy. ”

I nodded..speechless… the way she was talking about you, the images she was calling up of your tongue on my pussy, and having her so close to my naked body was driving me crazy. Casey took the matching panties from the bag and held them out for me. I lifted my leg to step into them and stopped dead. Oh my God. Casey had bought me crotchless panties. I could feel my wetness seeping from me as I stepped into them. Casey’s fingers left a trail of fire as she slowly pulled the delicate purple lace up my legs and onto my hips. She slipped her index finger inside the band and tickled my skin from hip to hip.

“Let’s make sure they’re on properly.” She put her hands on the insides of my thighs and pressed against them. “Open your legs, Lauren, let’s see if Jack’ll like these.”

I could smell my need as I opened my legs and knew that Casey, with her face not 6 inches from my pussy, would have to notice it too.

I knew what was going to happen, but was afraid to believe it was true. My legs nearly buckled as I felt Casey’s fingers lightly brushing my lips. She kept running her fingertips back and forth over my pussy and I knew that they were wet with my juices. Slowly my pussy opened to her, the outer lips spreading. I held my breath as I waited for her to explore me, but she didn’t stop her light movements..back and forth, back and forth. I looked down and watched her stare at my pussy. She looked hypnotized.

I needed more and my hips pushed forward of their own volition, “Casey, please….”

Casey looked up at me and stood up. “Lay down, hon,” she said. “Lay down and spread your legs so I can see your pussy peeking through your panties.”

I was shaking as I laid back on the bed. Casey’s eyes roamed over my body as I rested against the headboard. The cool air on my aching pussy while I still wearing underwear was incredibly erotic. I shivered and my pussy squeezed with need.

Casey slipped quickly out of her clothes and crawled between my legs. I jumped when her index finger ran up and down my lips. She would drag it right over my tight hole and each time I’d hold my breath, hoping she’d push it inside me. “Oooh, hon, I can see why Jack likes to lick your pussy so much.” she whispered as her face moved closer and closer, “It’s so pretty, Lauren, and almost… succulent.”

Casey’s tongue flicked over my lips and I moaned. She pushed her tongue inside me and waggled it about before taking it back out and lapping at my pussy with relish. My hands held her head close to me as I tried to her get to pay attention to my clit. All the anticipation had me so close to climaxing that I couldn’t stand it. Her soft hair tickled my thighs as she teased me with her tongue and lips. Her finger suddenly buried itself inside me and I raised my hips..trying to assuage my need. She pressed her finger against the upper wall of my pussy and rubbed that sensitive spot while flicking her tongue over my clit. God, it was too much! My orgasm hit me incredibly hard. My back arched and I stiffened… holding her finger tightly as I pulsed around it. She gently licked me as I rode the wave of my orgasm, finally slipping her finger from me and sucking my juices off of it.

I pulled her head up and kissed her, our tongues playing as she pressed her body against mine. In the back of my mind, I wondered what this must look like..how you would react if you saw us and I knew that I had to keep Casey here until you got home. My pussy tightened again at the prospect of you, Casey and I spending the night in a threesome and my kisses became hotter.

Casey moaned and pressed her pussy against mine. God, she was wet and hot. I had forgotten how incredible it feels to have another woman rubbing herself against me. I pushed on her shoulders and she rolled over onto her back.

“My turn, Case…” I said with a shaky grin. She grinned back and opened her legs. I lay between her legs, cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her pussy to my lips. Her musky smell was such a turn on, I finally understood why you like burying your face in pussy so much. Instinct took over and I opened her pussy with my tongue. Long laps up at first . Just tasting her..enjoying her. She was a bit salty on my tongue but I loved it. I pushed my tongue inside her hole and fucked her with it…she grabbed my head and writhed around on the bed, pressing her clit into my face. I moved up slightly, covered her clit with my lips and sucked on it as I slid two fingers into her pussy and fucked her. I could feel her walls trembling around my fingers as she started to cum and I pushed them as far into her as I could and wiggled them. She grabbed my head hard and almost screamed as she came all over my face. I held on as she came and continued to suck on her clit gently as her orgasm slowed down. Her body relaxed and I raised myself up on my elbow to kiss her on her tummy, just above her mound.

Casey glanced at the clock, “God, where did the afternoon go?” She chuckled, “Jack will be home soon, won’t he?”

I nodded, my fingers feathering over her stomach and making the muscles twitch. I looked at her very seriously, “Stay, Casey.”

She knew what I meant. What I wanted. She swallowed hard once and nodded, “Okay.”

Between the wine, the excitement and cumming, we were both exhausted. I stripped off the bra and panties and lay with Casey on top of the sheets, our legs wrapped around one another. Casey’s hands roamed across my tits, not to excite me, but rather just to explore. Her gentle caresses soon had me nodding off to sleep.

And then, you came home.

I feel your hand running over my tits, cupping them and rolling my nipples between your thumb and finger, making them hard little nubs which you then rub across your palm. I open my eyes and almost laugh with surprise. You’re already naked, your cock standing straight and hard. But the laugh disappears when I see the look on your face. Your eyes are dark with lust as they roam over both my body and Casey’s still-sleeping form. Your hand slides down my body and holds my pussy. I love it when you do that. The sheer possessiveness of the gesture mixed with the heat of your palm pressed against my lips always gets me excited. I open my legs a bit more and lift… pressing myself against your hand. You slide to your knees at the edge of the bed and kiss me passionately. The heel of your hand grinding against me as your tongue thrusts into my mouth. You’re so turned on, aren’t you, baby?

Your mouth drops to my tits and you take my nipple into your mouth. You nibble on it, using your teeth and make me gasp in exquisite pleasure. My hands are lost in your hair as you play with first one breast and then the other. My head rolls to the side and I see Casey, laying on her side, wide awake. She’s breathing hard, her hands playing with her own little tits as she watches you tease me.

I can’t help myself, I groan, “Oh goddd, Casey, this feels so good.” My eyes close and I lower my arm over the edge of the bed and wrap my hand around your cock. Jesus, baby, but you’re hard and throbbing! You groan a little as I pull on your cock, just playing with it as I look again at Casey.

“Do you want Jack to play with you, too, Case?” I ask. Your cock pulses in my hand and you mouth gets aggressive on my tits; your sucking and biting making my pussy twitch against your hand and I know how badly you want her. Your finger slips into my wet hole as you press your hand against my clit. You know it’s not enough to make me cum, but it drives me wild. I moan loudly, “Fuckkk, baby, I love that” and raise my hips to get you further into me.

A small moan escapes Casey’s lips and when I look at her again, she’s got her hand between her legs, desperately trying to get herself off. I reach out and take her hand away from her pussy. “Let Jack do that, Casey… do you want that, honey?” You turn your head to look at her, resting against my now red breasts, breathing hard as I continue to play with your cock.

Casey glances at you, your hand still buried in my pussy and she can see your finger move. She knows you’re slowly fingerfucking me and closes her eyes and whispers “Yesss, oh god, yess please.”

You grin at me and kiss me passionately before sliding onto the bed. I roll on my side to watch you two and take your cock back in my hand. It’s obvious Casey’s nervous and you smile at her before kissing her tenderly on the mouth. I watch your tongues play and I’m amazed at how turned on I’m getting. You kiss your way slowly down her throat and over to her tits. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are like hard little erasers. I play with your cock as I watch you take her tits into your mouth and play with them. Fuck, I didn’t think this would be as much of a turn on as it is and I squeeze your cock in excitement. You move lower and I watch Casey’s stomach jump under your mouth. She bites her lip hard as you move ever closer to her pussy. By this time, I’ve had to let go of your cock and play with my pussy..so very slick with excitement. You settle between her legs and she spreads them wide for you. I can see how turned on she is as she waits to experience that which I had been bragging about earlier. You stop to look at her pussy before starting to play. God, I know what she’s feeling… the sweet torture of waiting for your touch, the excitement that grows when she knows you’re just looking at her pussy. Then you move in and Casey arches her back, her eyes wide in surprise. You’re tongue-fucking her, I just know it. Knowing how good it feels and watching you do it to someone else is driving me mad, my pussy almost hurts I need to cum so badly. But I don’t want to – not yet – so I take a deep breath and turn my attention to Casey’s tits.

I suck on her pert little nipple..nibbling it and rolling it between my teeth and tongue, my hand on her other breast. She’s writhing like a woman possessed as her orgasm gets closer and closer.

I slide up her body a bit, my hands still teasing her tits and whisper in her ear, “He’s good, isn’t he, Casey? My baby is soooo good at making you cum on his tongue.” I suck her earlobe into my mouth and nibble on it as she whimpers, “Watch him, Case. Watch him make you cum, hon.”

Casey does as she’s told and lifts her head to look at you. I look too and we both groan when we see your face buried in her pussy. I’m not sure exactly what you’re doing, but I know how damn good it feels. Casey’s hips begin to twitch; she’s almost there and I want to help you take her over the edge, so I talk to her again, loud enough so you can hear. “Cum on his tongue, Casey. Cum all over his face like you did mine and then, later, I’ll let him fuck you. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Oh yesss, trust me, hon, You’ll love Jack’s fat cock inside your pussy.” Casey moans as her orgasm hits her and she bucks against your face, smearing her juices all over you. You’re greedy, too. I shiver and heat flares in my lower stomach as I watch you drink from her. I’m in agony.

Casey calms down and you raise your face to me. My, my, what a smile you’re wearing, love. You crawl up the bed and I kneel up, pull your face to mine and kiss you..kissing Casey’s cum from your lips as I moan to you, “Baby, please, I need to cum so badly…”

You lay beside Casey’s recovering body and lay on your back, holding your hands out to me. “Come here, Lauren.”

I crawl up your body, positioning my pussy over your face. I look over my shoulder at Casey. She’s staring at your thick cock standing straight up. I know what she wants to do and breathlessly say “Casey, suck my baby’s cock while he makes me cum, will you?” She grins at me and immediately moves to bring her lips to your dick. As soon as Casey’s mouth touches your cock, you grab my hips and pull me down hard against your face. I can feel your tongue lapping at my swollen walls and put my hands against the bedroom wall to steady myself. Your tongue teases my clit, not quite giving me the pressure I need and I groan very low and rock on your face. You know so well how to make me crazy, baby.

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Voyeur Fun

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“What’s going on tonight sexy?”

“I’m just happy you are here. Mom and dad are in the kitchen. We can probably sneak up to my room.”

It was easier spending time at each other’s house than spending money going out all the time. His parents are usually easier to get over on than mine. They are older and are usually on the way to bed.

“Hey Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.”

“Hey Janelle. How are you tonight?” said Mr. Anderson.

“Just a little tired. Long day at work.”

“Sorry to here that. We have some pizza in the fridge. Eat something and take it easy. We are going to bed.”

Mrs. Anderson hasn’t had anything to say to me since she caught me in bed with her son. I don’t know if she told her husband but he doesn’t seem to have anything to say about it. She is probably calling me all kinds of names in her head, thinking I’m going to corrupt her son.

His parents limp upstairs. All of their aches and pains incurred throughout the say are about to be relieved through sleep. Mike and I watch them go up stairs and wait to hear their door close.

“What are we doing tonight?” Mike said.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Let’s go to my room.”

“You mean let’s go to your room and fuck?”

“Wait, your parents just went to bed. Why Eskort don’t we do something a little different so we don’t make as much noise?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Remember when I was away at school this year and we would have phone sex? Let’s try it again with a variation. This time we will limit the talking to telling each other what to do since we can watch each other.

“Take off your shirt then. And bounce your tits.” We sit on the bed. I see he is already getting hard. I pull off my shirt and bra at the same time so my breasts are bare. I pinch my nipples to get them hard. The slight pain makes my pussy tingle. I take a breast in each hand and bounce them up and down. My nipples get stiffer. I hold my breasts by my hard nipples and move them left and right.

“I’ve been dying to see your rock hard cock all week. Get naked. Mike takes off all of his clothes and sits on the bed. His cock is long and hard and I can’t stop watching him stroke. Pre-cum drips from the hole and he uses it as lube. His strokes speed up and I can hear the wetness.

“Now off with your pants.” I unzip my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I glance back at the door to make sure it is locked. I can already feel the dampness on the thin strip of cotton barely covering my shaved pussy. “Move the cloth covering your pussy to the side and rub your clit.

I spread my legs wide. I pull the strip tight so that it’s between my pussy lips. The outline of my clit pushes through. I rub my fingers on my pussy lips as I watch him stroke his cock making me wetter. I move the cloth to the side and quickly rub my finger back and forth over my clit. I close my eyes with pleasure. I opened my eyes and see Mike holding his balls while he strokes his cock. I almost cum so I stop.

“Beat your cock against my tits.” He gets on his knees and crawls to me. He rubs the head of his cock on the hard nipple of my left breast. I grab his cock and pulled him to my mouth. I lick the head of his cock and move it in and out of my mouth while my tongue flicks the underside. My nipple is not slippery for the head of his cock.

I take his cock and insert my nipple in his hole. Pre-cum oozes out. When I pull his cock away from my nipple, a stream of sticky pre-cum is stuck to my nipple. The string of pre-cum snaps free and he licked his pre-cum from my nipple.

I stand to take my panties off. They are getting too wet. The crotch clings to my pussy. “Now that your panties are off, spread your legs and finger yourself.”

I spread my legs and rub my pussy to get even wetter. I put my middle finger in his mouth. He sucks and licks until I say it is wet enough. I rub my clit with one hand and slide the middle finger of the other hand in and out of my pussy. I feel the warm cream in my pussy. I take my finger and wipe my cream on his lips. He licks his lips and asks for more.

I lay on the bed so that I can get my finger deeper. My legs are bent and spread wide. I arch my back so that he can only see my breasts and hard nipples. I started to feel the blood swell in my clit and I know I’m going to cum soon. I shove my finger in faster.

Every muscle in my body feels like it is contracting as a warm feeling overtakes me. I let out a soft moan not caring if his parents heard. My voice quivers with each spasm.

“Oh shit. I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”

“I want it on my pussy.”

“Fuck babe this is going to be a lot.” He moves between my legs and puts the head of his cock on my swollen clit. I feel his cock head gently bumping my clit as he jerks off. I feel my body getting close to another orgasm. I hear him moan and I feel warm cream shooting on my pussy. I rubbed my clit as he shot his load until I came again. He rubbed his cock head up and down my pussy. I pulled him on top of me and kissed him. We put back on our underwear and crawl into bed and fall asleep. Maybe we can fuck in the morning.

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Freelance Photographer – One + One

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Freelance Photographer – one + one

By One Who Knows

There are some really nice perks to being a freelance photographer. It allows you to travel and meet lots of interesting people. Some of those people will occasionally surprise you in unusual or “Blow your mind” ways. I divorced in 1976 after several years of marriage. I had a good job and made good money, but the divorce left me with a large hole in my life which I was finding difficult to fill.

I took up photography as a hobby, took some classes at the local community college and met some new friends. I was diligent at studying and always trying to improve my skills. I started doing some portraits for friends. I upgraded my equipment with a better camera, a backdrop and some lighting for the small studio I had set up in my apartment. I was getting better. I had a print shop make me some business cards with my name centered, and under that a line that read Freelance Photographer. At the bottom was my address and phone number.

I started passing them out to my friends and some times when I met someone new. One of those new friends that I had met was a few years younger than me, not that it mattered. We were just photography friends. Shelly was just 20 years old, very pretty, with a body most ladies would love to have. Men would certainly love to enjoy her body!

One Saturday she called me. I was pleasantly surprised.

When the phone rang I answered it. “Hello.”

She said, “Hi, Mike!”

I was pretty sure I recognized the voice, but to be sure I asked, “What’s up Shelly?”

She answered, “How did you know it was me?”

I answered back, “How could I miss your sultry southern drawl?”

Shelly asked, “If you’re free for lunch, can you meet me at that little deli on Broadway?”

I was certainly not going to turn down a lunch date with a young southern belle.

I asked, “Does 20 minutes from now work for you?”

Her answer, “See you then!”

Man, she sounded excited about something. I had no idea what had her so excited, but I guessed I’d find out at lunch. I drove to the deli where she was waiting outside. I walked up and was in total dis-belief when she gave me a tight hug and a little kiss. I said, “Thank you. You really are a southern belle, aren’t you?”

She said, “Let’s just grab sandwiches, some chips and something to drink. We can walk across the street and eat in the park.” We went in and ordered lunch.

I said, “I know that you asked me to lunch, but a gentleman always treats a lady to lunch for the pleasure of spending time with her.” A few minutes later we were sitting across from each other at a picnic table in the park. Before we even started to eat I asked her, “Shelly, what has you so wound up?”

She paused to a moment, then spoke, “I want to ask you for a favor, if you are willing. You don’t have to, but it would make me happy.”

How was I going to say no?

Shelly seemed hesitant, but after a few seconds she started, “Yesterday I received a letter back from a talent agency up in L.A. I had written to them because I had seen an ad, that they were looking for new models for commercials or acting. I’ve studied acting and been in a couple of plays, so I told them about myself and what experience I had. They said to please send pictures of myself in a few poses to them, as that would help them decide if there should be a follow up interview in person. I know you’re a really good photographer. If you will, I’ll figure out some way to at least pay for your costs. I’ve never done any modeling. So will you help me… Please?”

I said, “Shelly, I would love to be your photographer, but only on one condition…

I will NOT take your money. I have a good day job and this will be a good learning experience for both of us. Deal?”

She answered, “Are you sure?”

To which I replied, “Absolutely!”

She got up from the table and walked around to my side, motioning for me to stand up, so I did. She gave me Bayan Escort a big hug and really nice kiss. I had my answer!

She said, “Let’s eat. I’ve been too nervous about asking you to do this to eat anything since I got that letter.”

As we enjoyed our lunch we discussed how we were going to do this. We were tossing ideas back and forth about what she should wear, what kind of poses, and agreed to think about it for a couple of days and she would come to my apartment to work out the details. I decided right then to join the co-op darkroom that I had been considering.

When I got home from work on Tuesday and was starting to fix some dinner my phone rang. I answered, “Hello.”

It was Shelly. “Hi, Mike! Are we on for tonight?”

I answered, “I just started fixing my dinner. If you haven’t eaten yet, come on over, I’ll fix enough for two.”

She said, “OK, see you in a few.”

Shelly knocked on my door in just a few minutes and I let her in.

She immediately gave me a hug and a nice hello kiss. I was enjoying this young southern belle. She was actually from Georgia. Dinner was ready so we sat down to eat, talking between bites.

After we finished I said, “Let me show you my studio.”

She followed me down the hall to the second bedroom. What she saw was a couple of different kinds of chairs, an antique French chaise lounge, a nice light blue backdrop on one wall, a dresser with my camera, a nice Nikon 35mm, with a couple of extra lenses setting close by. There were a couple of tripods with lights on them, an umbrella reflector on another tripod, and one for my camera.

Shelly said, “WOW, I’m impressed!”

I explained to her that this was where I was doing portraits.

She walked over to the chaise lounge, sat down, leaned back while slipping her sandals off, swinging her feet up onto the end of the lounge. She gave me the most seductive smile I had ever seen and said, “When do we start?”

I laughed, “In good time my fine lady!” I sat down on one of the chairs and we started sharing what we had thought of in the last couple of days.

I asked her, “What kind of modeling do you want to try getting into?”

She spoke, “Anything. I really want to make this work, maybe even full time. Why do you ask?”

I paused… “What kind of modeling you want to do will determine what sort of clothes you will need to bring for a photo shoot. Maybe a fancy dress, a casual skirt and blouse, maybe a long pants suit to show off your long legs, or maybe a bikini. If you want some in lingerie that’s fine… even nude if you’re comfortable with that. I’m a member of a local photo darkroom co-op. I pay a membership fee and a small fee per hour for the use of the facilities. All I have to pay for is my photo paper. It’s really a great set-up that they have. They have all of the developing chemicals and trays, individual dark rooms, enlargers up to 8×10, print drying equipment, and everything is always fresh. This way I do the complete process and never have to send anything out to some lab. No one else ever sees my photos.” I could tell that she was deep in thought. So I just waited for her to grasp what I had said. I asked her, “If this is what you really want to do, I’m free all day Saturday. Gather up what you want to wear, your hair always looks beautiful and just light makeup usually turns out looking great. What do you think?”

There was a long pause… “I think… no, I’m positive! This is my chance. I’m not going to miss it. Let’s do it!”

This was really my first model shoot. We would learn together. I asked again, “How much of what I’ve explained do you want to try?”

Her answer, “Everything… including nude!”

I didn’t know what I had done or why I deserved to be so lucky. Shelly and I sat there for quite a while, just talking and really getting to know each other better. She wanted to get home so she could start picking her attire for the photo shoot. Like most girls, she knew she would probably change her mind several times before Saturday arrived. We agreed to start about 10:00AM. That way she would have time to change outfits a few times, with me taking photos of her in several poses. Then we could go out for a nice lunch break, discuss how it was going, plan the afternoon shoot and get back to my apartment. I was really looking forward to the afternoon session. I walked her out to her car and shared a memorable good night kiss. I watched as Shelly drove away, wondering how Saturday would go. Then I went to my apartment. I tried watching some TV, nothing good was on. It was too late to go anywhere so I just stretched out on the couch. I woke up with a start a couple of hours later. I looked around my own apartment, making sure I was really home. DAMN! I must have been dreaming about all the possibilities and unknowns of the photo shoot coming up on Saturday. If it really went the way my dreams had been…. I could hardly wait for Saturday! Those had been some wild dreams.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday dragged by at work. Evenings I stayed in, trying to get set in my mind how the photo shoot should proceed from outfit to outfit, with Shelly changing in the bathroom. I knew I would be waiting with anticipation for her to walk out in each new outfit. My mind could not stop wondering what she would look like when she walked out in the nude, and would ask me where I wanted to start. Saturday finally arrived. I was up early, had a bite of breakfast but wasn’t really hungry. My mind was too busy thinking about what might transpire as the day progressed. I had put new batteries in the camera and the flash unit.

I had plenty of color film. The studio was all in order. I was dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt with a collar. I had loafers on for shoes with socks. I had made sure to shower really well on Friday night, had on my deodorant and some Old Spice Cologne. I never shave because I wear a full beard, and have for years.

I sat down to wait for Shelly. Having not slept well for the last four nights, I dozed off in the chair. A knock at the door jolted me awake. I jumped up out of my chair, ran my fingers thru my hair and down thru my beard to make sure I looked presentable. I opened the door and there stood Shelly. I thought DAMN I’m either still dreaming or there is a goddess standing at my door with a suitcase in her hand. She came in, set the suitcase and her purse down, turned to me and gave me a long hug and a lingering kiss.

She said, “I have a couple of other things in my car, come help me.”

I was stunned by the way she was dressed. I should tell you it was a nice sunny summer day. She was wearing a mini skirt and a tiny halter top with sandals.

We went down the stairs. My apartment is on the second floor. She handed me a bag of shoes and a sun bonnet. She picked up a long travel bag I assumed contained her fancy dress. We started to go back up the stairs.

I complemented her, “Shelly, you are a vision of heaven. We’re going to get some fantastic photos of you today!”

She said, “Thank you, I thought I would just wear my first outfit!”

She started up the stairs. I let her get several steps ahead of me. As I looked up the stairs at her I was looking at beautiful, long, shapely legs and a gorgeous ass wearing thong panties. DAMN! Maybe my dreams will come true. We went in the apartment and back to the studio. I hung her long travel case up on hook inside the studio door. I set her bag of shoes on the dresser.

She took her suitcase into the bathroom, saying, “I want every outfit to be a surprise for you. Any complaints so far?”

I responded, “Absolutely none, I can hardly wait to see what your choices are.”

I turned my photo lights on, adjusting them in front of the backdrop. We spent the next two hours burning thru three rolls of 36. We started with what she had arrived in, some standing, some seated and some lying on the French chaise lounge, with me telling her how I wanted her to pose while I arranged the lights for the best effect. She changed into a long skirt and tight fitting sweater, then into the long pants suit which must have been silk. It clung to her body like a second skin. It was obvious she had nothing on under it. There was not a wrinkle anywhere, just two lovely points where her hard nipples were poking out. Shelly was fairly tall for a girl, maybe 5′ 8″. I guessed about 125 pounds, small waist, a slight flare at the hips, and marvelous 34 C breasts. Everything was perfectly proportioned. She had curled her hair in a wonderful style. I was looking at pure perfection.

I finally shook myself out of the trance I was in and said, “Change into something comfortable and we’ll go have lunch.”

She came out of the bathroom in a very short little summery dress and her sandals. I doubted that she had anything on under it. This was going to be an interesting lunch. I’d better take her somewhere nice, with a soft, smooth seat in a booth where I could sit beside her. I opened the passenger door for her to get in. What a beautiful sight as she slid in, the hem of her dress riding pretty high up her thigh. I got in and we headed for the nicest restaurant in town. We walked into the restaurant and I asked the hostess for a booth in the back. She led us to the corner booth. I let Shelly slide in first, and slid in beside her. We ordered iced tea. After looking at the menus we each decided what we wanted and ordered. Shelly scooted over close to me, the hem of her dress sliding up a little more.

She said, “You didn’t have to bring me here, the burger shack would have been fine.”

I answered, “My pleasure, I want you to know I am thoroughly enjoying my fantastic day with a lovely young lady.”

She pulled my face to hers and pressed her lips softly on mine for a lingering kiss, and said, “I too am having a dream day… and we are NOT done yet. We have all afternoon.”

We chatted a little as we enjoyed a light meal. Every time I turned to speak to her I let my hand rest on her thigh, well above her knee, to be sure I had her attention. She certainly had mine! Too soon we were finished eating. I got out of the booth and held my hand out to help her slide out. The hem of her little sun dress slid way up, showing me that she was not wearing panties. My dreams were coming true! We both used our separate restroom. As I let her get back into car, I was again rewarded with that fantastic view! I got in and drove back to the apartment. The stairs were narrow so I let her go up ahead of me, with me lagging back a bit for another view of that gorgeous little ass with no panties.

After we got back into the apartment she said, “Let me change so we can continue with this amazing photo shoot you are giving me.” Soon she was back out in a tiny bikini and the sun bonnet. ” Too bad there’s no water, we’ll just have to imagine.”

After I had taken several photos, I said, “That’s the end of roll four. I’ll put a new roll in while you change.”

She asked, “Are you ready for my grand entrance?”

I knew this was the moment I had been waiting for and just smiled at her. I finished putting the 5th roll of 36 in the camera. I positioned myself down on one knee, just a few feet in front of the door and waited. Camera at the ready. She opened the door, stepped out NUDE, and struck a very sexy pose. I was never going to forget this moment. CLICK! CLICK! Shelly continued to turn this way and that, as I kept snapping photo after photo. She walked to the French chaise lounge and stretched out, again changing poses several times. I finally got to the end of the roll. I set the camera down on the dresser, walked over to her, took her in my arms, and showered her in kisses.

I took a deep breath, let part of it out and said, “Shelly, this has been the most wonderful day I have ever experienced. You just totally AMAZED ME! Nothing could top this.”

She took my hand and asked, “Wanna bet? Come with me to your bedroom,

I want to properly thank you for today.”

To be continued…I hope you enjoyed my true story. I appreciate your votes.

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Bruce – A Role Change Ch. 01

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This story is a re write of one of my earlier stories. It is a complete fantasy, and no one is under the age of 20 and there is no cruelty.

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INTRODUCTION

Bruce was 36 now but he had remembered that exciting evening so many times, over the following years, as if it were yesterday. He was a married man with a beautiful young wife Judith. He was Head of Science at the local high school, but at times his memory and excitement overtook him, and he had to visit the bathroom to be alone with his secret exciting thoughts.

He was still quite important in his school life but knew his position in the household had changed irrevocably.

When he had married Judith, it was a match made in heaven. Both their parents were over the moon. Whilst Judith was a rather shy young woman, it was obvious she was also very bright. Bruce it was in a different league. He was simply brilliant.

At Junior school he had already excelled but when he moved onto high school his talent became even sharper. He flew through University getting First Class Honours degrees in Science and becoming Chess Champion for the county.

The High School which he and Judith had attended had been upgraded to an Academy and in a relatively short time Bruce had been promoted to Head of Department. It was generally taken for granted that he was destined for even greater things. He was still a very popular man with his friends and colleagues.

Meanwhile Judith had also progressed. She had obtained a good degree and with Bruce’s guidance had been appointed Junior Mistress at the same Academy as Bruce. That was when her talent and her shy popularity really began to show. She had moved on to become a Senior teacher and when the vacancy occurred she was appointed Head of English and Art.

It didn’t stop there. The Deputy Head Master passed away suddenly and to everyone’s surprise, Judith was appointed Deputy Head Mistress. It was a shock to his system, but Bruce accepted the situation. Although she was technically his boss, their lines of work didn’t cross too dramatically.

It was also helped by the fact that Judith was such a nice lady and would frequently refer some problems to her husband. Bruce liked that very much. He adored Judith. Everyone did.

Things didn’t change very much. He was still an important man in the Academy and at home it was very much a shared responsibility. They both realized that it was important that they respected each other. This was genuine.

It did become a little more difficult as Judith’s responsibilities grew. She was also in charge of all administration and the hiring and firing of all staff down to Dinner Servers, Cleaners and Janitors. Even these lower level employees thought she was wonderful. She had a wonderful talent to make people feel important.

The big problem for Bruce was that now Judith’s circle of friends and colleagues had grown so much that he frequently found himself at a loose end as his wife was conducting some sort of meeting in their main lounge.

It had been on one such evening, all those years ago that the events started to take place that had made such a big change in his life. Judith’s elevation was an important factor, but Bruce knew it had all started when he had gone out for a simple drive on a lovely Autumnal Evening. It humiliated him and excited him in so many ways. He went over and over the events of the last 11 years.

11 YEARS AGO.

At that time he had been just 25 years of age. The more he thought about it, the images became more vivid. His memories were so intense. He had only been married a couple of years year but already he had sensed that his wife Judith was always busy with her friends and her career in the same school. She was very bright.

He had slipped out one evening for an evening drive in his car. He had only traveled about 5 miles and parked his car in one of the terraced streets and went for a stroll. It wasn’t very dark, but it was so quiet without a soul in sight. It had been so peaceful.

The lighted window had caught his attention. The curtains were not drawn, and he could see the head and shoulders of a woman who was combing her hair.

He stopped and moved closer. She was only wearing a white brassiere which emphasized her firm ample breasts and white cotton panties. They were full cut knickers and not the silly thong things. It made her seem more of a woman. She wasn’t really fat, but she was a big woman.

He breathed heavily as he watched her through the window. He had felt so aroused as she looked so powerful. Bruce had always admired big women.

He looked around furtively, there wasn’t a soul around, and at that point he unzipped his trousers and released his stiff penis. Holding it firmly in his right hand he began to gently stroke himself. His eyes staring fixedly into the well-lit room. Bruce was mesmerized at the sight, he was almost at a climax and had to still his hand from his throbbing penis to prevent himself making a mess.

His young wife Judith and her Escort Bayan friends always seemed so busy. This woman looked so mature and comforting. Almost motherly.

As he watched she took her substantial brassiere off and looked straight out of the window into the blackness wearing just her knickers.

She was a strong looking woman, very sturdy with big breasts and thighs. Her panties were pulling tightly between her legs.

She really was powerful. Bruce realized that she couldn’t see him but at the same time she must know that there was someone watching in her garden. This made it even more erotic. She wanted to be watched.

She had even turned her back to the window so that he could see her ample bottom. She was quite a buxom woman. Bruce positively ached at the sight of her white cotton panties straining to contain her bum cheeks.

She turned to face the window again and smiled as she slipped her hand into her white panties and pressed herself. Her face was one of extreme enjoyment and he could see her pushing into her underwear and wriggling her hips and buttocks.

What Bruce didn’t notice was a dark figure moving quietly and slowly along the line of garden fences towards him. As the man drew nearer he suddenly became aware of his presence and fumbled to hide his rampant penis, quickly pulling his jacket over his nakedness.

The man stopped and looked over the fence at the woman in the window. He stared at Bruce, smiled, unzipped his trousers pulled his cock out and moving a little closer he whispered: “She’s at it again. Isn’t she a big beauty? What a fuck she’d make.” Bruce panted. He felt guilty as he had thought the same.

The man masturbated slowly staring at the woman as she took off her white panties and exposed her exquisite hairy vagina with a vibro just showing between her open labia. She didn’t actually beckon them in, but just smiling happily as she held her panties in her hand in an inviting way.

Bruce had relived the following 2 hours so many times over the following years as the man had encouraged him to go into the woman’s house with him and he had felt her up in all ways. The conversation had sort of drifted along in a dream.

They had both stood in front of the woman who was smiling straight at them and yet carried on with her own ministrations. The man had asked him “What do you think of her Tits?”

The question was ridiculous, but Bruce felt bound to mumble “They are nice.”

The woman’s panties were on the floor at her feet. The man could see Bruce looking down at the discarded underwear and commented “She looks good without her knickers on, doesn’t she? She has a nice hairy cunt.” Bruce half nodded. The words were adding to his excitement.

Although the man was still masturbating he was also talking casually to Bruce making little observations ” She has quite a big cunt. She must be about 40.” Bruce nodded.

Then the man shocked him “Do you want to fuck her?”

Bruce’s shock must have showed as the man simply shrugged his shoulders and said “It’s up to you, but you can fuck her if you want to. You don’t have to.” Bruce wanted to very much.

Not much more was said but the strange man encouraged him to fuck the woman who just lay down on the carpet in front of him without any panties on and her legs open. It was incredible.

Although he had been married for over a year, Bruce was still very inexperienced. The woman seemed to realize this and lifted both her legs into the air making it much easier for him to insert. She was really maternal.

Even as he was doing it, the man was on his knees at his side asking him “Are you up her?” Bruce was out of breath, but he nodded.

The man was persistent “What I mean is, are you right up her. Is your cock fully up?”

Bruce gasped “Yes, it is. I am right up her.”

Actually, it had slipped up her with ease and she had closed her legs slightly to hold him in a tight grip. It was wonderful. They had both been so helpful.

The man was very excited but didn’t speak to the woman at any time, and when Bruce had left, the man came out with him. Bruce had felt bewildered with the way, the man had shaken his hand and wished him well and then they had gone their separate ways.

Bruce had remembered the shock on the following Friday when Judith had asked him to slip down the local supermarket to pick up a few items.

Suddenly like a bolt from the blue he saw the same woman walking along pushing a trolley, and there by her side the man who had joined him at the garden fence.

In the light of day, Bruce was able to see them better. She was reasonably well dressed but the man looked a bit seedy and downtrodden. She seemed to be telling him off for some reason. It was only then that Bruce realized he had been part of a set up and that they were not strangers. She recognized him and smiled sweetly as she passed. The man nodded.

Over the years Bruce had thought about the strange couple. It became more erotic each time and he felt overpowered and overwhelmed and went to the bathroom. Each time the feelings seemed to be more intense as he mentally embellished each moment.

LAST YEAR

Ten years later he was sensible 36-year-old married man and yet he still found it difficult to shake those old erotic images out of his mind. He felt guilty about them, as both he and Judith had moved on in so many ways. Bruce had become Head of Science whilst Judith was now Head of English and Art and Deputy Head Mistress. Nothing was in writing, but it was clear that Judith was destined to be Head Mistress. She was already responsible for administration and the hiring of all staff. They were financially very well off and had been thinking quite seriously about getting help for the house and the garden.

Judith was a lovely beautiful lady but as time passed things had become very predictable and unexciting. She always seemed to be very busy and more interested in chatting to her friends or work colleagues. Although Bruce was successful he felt a bit of an onlooker at times.

One weekend Jenny had gone away with Marian and some friends for a few days. On the Saturday, Bruce found himself in the Supermarket wandering around for odd bits and pieces. As he was going around the shelves he saw her picking up some biscuits. He froze.

He wasn’t sure it was her but then he saw that the man with her was the same weedy little man who had met him in the garden all those years ago. They had both aged but were recognizable. He heard the man speak to her and realized that her name was Alice. She was dressed like any ordinary middle-aged woman out shopping. Her husband was a bit drab. He didn’t want to eavesdrop, but she seemed to be calling him Malcolm. His face was very downcast, and Bruce thought that he looked like ‘a Malcolm’.

He wasn’t sure if they had seen him and he was unsure what to do. He went through to Checkout in a sort of daze. It was a sort of erotic feeling and his heart was pounding. He knew that he wasn’t a silly young boy anymore and made his way slowly across the car park. He saw them again loading up their car. It was rather well worn showing some rust.

He pretended not to see them and loaded his own quite modern car. He looked around again and froze as the man was making his way across the car park towards him. The woman was now sitting in her car. When Malcolm reached him he simply said, “My wife wondered if you would like to come home with us for a cup of tea?”

It was a ridiculous situation and Bruce pondered. As it happened, with Judith away there was nothing stopping him. Also, there was nothing much on the TV. He knew he was making up excuses to go. He simply said “Yes, that would be nice.”

Malcolm said “Our house is not too far away from yours. It’s not as nice, but we like it. You can you follow me in your car?” Bruce was a bit baffled that the man knew where he lived but followed them in his car until they reached a secluded avenue. It wasn’t upmarket, but it wasn’t too bad. It was only about a mile from his own house.

Malcolm got out and collected his goods and followed his wife up the steps to the front door. As she unlocked the door, Malcolm turned his head and beckoned Bruce to follow. Bruce with great trepidation followed them into the house. The house was not well furnished but was reasonably clean.

Malcolm introduced himself as Malcolm Smith and told him that his wife’s name was Alice Smith. Bruce was tempted to give a false name but realized that Malcolm may know his name. After all, he obviously knew where he and Judith lived. He decided to be truthful “Pleased to meet you Mrs. Smith. I am Bruce Rees.”

She smiled in a friendly manner “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rees.”

Malcolm said something about going out the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Bruce sat down on a chair directly opposite where Mrs. Smith sat. She didn’t say a word and Bruce just kept quiet.

Mrs. Smith had flopped down in the chair and now that she had taken her coat off Bruce could see she had a short red skirt on. He could almost see her panties. He panted.

Mrs. Smith was 10 years older now. She had large breasts then, but now they seemed enormous. They were too big for her blouse and her top buttons had undone under the pressure.

She didn’t say anything, and his penis had started to tent his trousers uncomfortably.

Just then Malcolm came back in with an old tray with 3 mugs of tea. He set them down on the table. No saucers.

He sat on a low chair at the side and asked him “What do you think of her, Bruce?” He was obviously talking about his wife.

Bruce was non-nonplussed. He didn’t know how to answer and simply said “She’s nice.”

Malcolm said apologetically “I know she isn’t as pretty as that last time, but she is a big woman.”

Bruce nodded. Mrs. Smith was just sitting there. Her knees were well apart, and he could see her knickers. He was watching her again.

Malcolm kept twittering on in a sort of encouraging manner “You liked her Tits, the last time. She still has big Tits, Bruce.”

It was an obvious truth and Bruce found himself agreeing “Yes, she has. Malcolm.”

Malcolm was away now. He was even squeezing himself in a very obvious manner though his trousers. He asked, “Do you like middle aged women with nice big Tits, Bruce?” Bruce nodded.

Malcolm carried on chatting and explained “Women with big Tits have to wear big brassieres.” Bruce nodded. It was such a bizarre conversation that it aroused him more.

He could see that Mrs. Smith didn’t seem to mind Malcolm touching himself so he felt he may as well. He was rampant.

Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Smith seemed to concern themselves when Bruce undid the front of his trousers and slipped his hand inside. Malcolm was still twittering “What do you think of her knickers Bruce?”

This was more personal now and it jolted Bruce. He muttered “Her knickers?”

“Yes Bruce. Do you like her panties? If you like them she’ll open her legs for you.”

Bruce couldn’t stop himself now. This was like one of his bathroom fantasies thinking about the garden scene all those years ago. He couldn’t really bring himself to say anything, but he nodded.

Without very much movement Alice leaned back a little and opened her big thighs exposing the thin white cotton gusset between her big thighs. The material was a bit grubby but so stretched.

Bruce panted and squeezed himself harder. Malcolm had his cock out now. Bruce pulled his out as well.

They were both masturbating now, directly in front of Mrs. Smith. Bruce could see right up her skirt and she was watching him masturbate.

He was staring now and heard Malcolm asking him “Do you want to see some more, Bruce?”

Bruce gasped questioningly “Some more, Malcolm?”

Malcolm was speaking very calmly “She will show you some slit if you like Bruce, but you have to ask her.”

Bruce muttered “Oh God”. Nothing happened.

Then he muttered “Can I see your slit, Mrs. Smith?”

She didn’t answer but half smiled and leaned well back and at the same time she eased her cotton gusset to the side. Bruce stared. It was long and big and covered with a nice coating of browny hair. She looked lovely and furry.

Malcolm asked him “Do you like looking at my wife’s cunt, Bruce?”

Bruce nodded.

Malcolm said reproachfully “If you like her cunt Bruce it would be polite to tell her.”

It was like a bizarre fairy tale. Bruce in a daze said, “I like your cunt Mrs. Smith.”

She hadn’t said much. Now she smiled “Thank you Mr. Rees. Is it as nice as Judith’s?”

Bruce felt shocked and bewildered. How did she know his wife’s name? He almost panicked as he muttered in confusion “Judith?”

Malcolm was by his side and said “Yes that’s right Bruce. Judith your wife. You married Judith 11 years ago. You must remember. She teaches in the Academy with you. She is the Acting Deputy Head Mistress and is also in charge of all services and the Staff. She is very good at her job.”

Bruce felt confused but still so incredibly rampant. They couldn’t possibly know anything about Judith. He was bewildered but his cock was still throbbing. He was afraid he may cum.

Even as her husband spoke, Mrs. Smith slipped her panties off and handed them to him saying “Don’t make a mess Bruce, use these.” Mrs. Smith was so nice, and she was being more familiar now. He felt grateful.

Bruce was in an excited turmoil now as he took the white panties in his hand. He could see they were big panties.

Malcolm was helpful “You can smell her knickers if you like Bruce.”

Bruce was looking straight between Mrs. Smith’s legs now. Without her panties on he could see every detail. He groaned and pushed her knickers onto his mouth and nose and inhaled. They were so warm and musky.

Malcolm encouraged him “Women’s panties always smell nice when they are warm like that. Big women, especially. You can probably smell her Minge.” The sights and smells were overwhelming him. His heart was pounding.

Just at that moment he squirted. Mrs. Smith smiled at him in a motherly fashion.

He had caught most of the mess, but he was still rampant as Mrs. Smith gently massaged the long slit between her legs. It was even more erotic now as he could see there were a lot of grey hairs mixed in with the brown.

It was exactly how he had imagined it in his bathroom visits.

He was still holding her panties which were a bit messy but really exciting him. They could see him looking at the material in his hand.

She was so motherly and smiled kindly and told him “If you want to take them home Bruce, you will have to ask my husband.”

Bruce wanted to, very much. He felt embarrassed but managed “Do you mind if I take your wife’s panties home, Malcolm?”

Malcolm smiled “Of course you can Brucie. I am glad you enjoyed yourself.”

Bruce had been thinking about his excitement and asked, “Can I visit you again tomorrow Malcolm?”

Malcolm looked thoughtful. “I suppose it will be OK Bruce. I think that Judith is away with her special friends for the weekend, isn’t she?”

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A bittersweet tale of life’s regrets and second chances.

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Author’s Note

I’ve been searching for a way to branch out a little in my stories. As much as I love the kinky escapades of Natasha and Charlotte, I’m also a fan of the slow-building romance. While I’m at it, I’m trying to get some much needed practice with third-person point of view. This story incorporates both of these elements. If you enjoyed Experimental Therapy, you’ll probably like this too.

Inspiration for this particular tale came from the Depeche Mode song of the same title. I think there is an opinion out there that the song is about a fifteen year-old boy who has a crush on an older woman, or maybe vice-versa. I’ve never thought of the song that way myself. I’ve always envisioned a middle-aged woman looking a photograph of herself from when she was fifteen years old. She thinks about how her life has turned out, and feels a longing for the happier, carefree days of her youth. This story is based on that interpretation.

Enjoy the story!
-Wax Philosophic

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The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

“Have you decided what you’re wearing?”

“David, I don’t even know if I want to go,” Janet replied, reaching up to put away the last of the clean dishes.

“Of course you’re going, you’re my wife. What would people think if I showed up alone?”

“It’s your reunion, not mine.” She closed the cupboard, a little harder than necessary.

“Janet, you’re going. End of discussion. Now pick something nice to wear. Maybe that new dress.”

Janet threw the dishtowel onto the counter. She was really getting tired of these one-sided discussions. It was his class reunion, but it’s just expected that she go. He didn’t even ask, and that’s what pissed her off the most. Of course she was going, he had said. After all, they had to keep up appearances, because heaven forbid anyone discover what a sham their marriage has become.

Janet poured herself a glass of wine and began leafing through the yearbook sitting on the table. His yearbook, not hers. David with the football team. David with the basketball team. David standing with his letterman jacket tossed casually over one shoulder, baseball MVP trophy in hand. David, David, David.

Oh, wait, what’s this? Finally, a picture of her — French Club 1988 — Janet’s sophomore year. “King and Queen of France” the caption read. That really took her back. Janet and Laurie — Laurie Whatsername. Laurie was elected queen and got to choose whomever she wanted as her king. She chose Janet. Janet was surprised at the time, but couldn’t really blame her. There were only three boys in French Club and not one of them was what she would classify as a winner.

Laurie Moyenne was her name. No, that wasn’t quite it. That’s just what Mademoiselle Toulon called her. There were two Loris and one Laurie in the class, so Mademoiselle Toulon arranged them by height. She called them Lori Grand, Laurie Moyenne, and Lori Petite. Easier to keep them straight that way, she said. Mademoiselle Toulon was a little eccentric like that.

Janet gazed at Laurie and herself in the picture, standing side by side, both wearing their paper crowns and a couple of huge grins. The longer she looked at it, the harder it was to not break out in a grin herself.

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Chapter 2

“Come on Maureen, you promised you’d come with me,” Laurie said. “We’ve known about this for months.”

“I don’t want to fight about this, baby. I have to go to this conference. You know how important it is for my work.”

“What about me? I’m not important to you anymore?”

“Laurie, that was low.” Maureen walked off to the kitchen.

Laurie caught up with her. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s just that, well, high school wasn’t really very easy for me. I’d like to show up at the reunion with my beautiful, talented, girlfriend on my arm.”

“You forgot successful.”

“Beautiful, talented, and successful.” Laurie laid her head on Maureen’s shoulder, and looked up at her with her best puppy-dog eyes.

“Nice try baby, but no.”

“Come on, Maureen.”

“I am not going, Laurie. And I don’t want to be the big, gay middle finger that you stick in all your classmates’ faces.”

“That’s not …”

“Not going, Laurie. End of discussion.”

*

Chapter 3

“We could have saved some money and just stayed with my parents,” Janet said. David was already unpacking, so she knew there was no way she was going to win this one. They would be staying at the hotel tonight. Still, she felt the need to vent.

“I don’t really like your parents, Janet, and they don’t like me either. Your father has made that abundantly clear over the past several holidays.”

“But I like them.”

“Fine. Go stay with them tonight, I really don’t care. As long as you show up for the dinner and the dance, you can spend Eskort Kız as much time as you want with mommy and daddy.”

“Fine,” Janet said. She knew he’d probably use her absence as an excuse to bang some bimbo in their room later, but at least she’d be somewhere spending time with people who actually cared about her. “I’m going down to the bar,” she said. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Don’t be late.”

*

Chapter 4

“Thank goodness for solid ground,” Laurie thought as she stood outside the arrivals gate waiting for her cab. Waiting. Waiting.

“No, Laurie,” she said, “spelled with an A-U, not an O … yes, that one … I am standing at the arrivals gate … If I saw the cab, I wouldn’t be calling you, now would I? … OK, thanks.”

“Rosemont Hotel,” she said to the driver.

“There’s been a slight delay with your room, ma’am. If you’d like to have a seat in the bar, I can notify you when it’s ready.” The front desk clerk gave her one of those half-sincere customer service smiles, and slid a drink coupon across the counter. Laurie half-smiled back and wheeled her bag over to the bar.

“Chardonnay, please.” She plopped herself on a stool next to an attractive woman who looked to be about the same age, maybe a little younger. The woman smiled. Laurie half-smiled back. They both went back to contemplating their drinks.

“Laurie?” she heard a minute later. “Laurie Moyenne?”

A glimmer of recognition. Mademoiselle Toulon’s French Club. “Oh, my god. Janet?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t you graduate in ’91? What are you doing here?” Laurie inquired. “Wait sorry, that didn’t come out right. Rough trip. What I meant to say is, how are you? It’s been a long time.”

The two women stood up and hugged. It was an awkward embrace. They had formed a high school friendship, but it was brief — and it had been a long time ago.

“I’m fine,” Janet said. “I’m here with my husband. He was class of ’89.”

“Oh, right. Danny? Donnie? — Darrel.”

“David.”

“Right. Super-jock,” Laurie said. “Sorry, that was rude. Rough trip.”

*

Chapter 5

“So how have you been, Laurie?” It was awkward. Janet really didn’t know what else to say.

“Good, good. Moved out to L.A. for college and never looked back. Been living there ever since. How about you?”

“Didn’t get that far. Twin Cities. Well, suburbs actually. David owns a couple dealerships out there. So, what do you do in L.A.?”

“I work in the music industry …”

“Oh, cool. You probably hang out with a lot of famous people. That’s gotta be fun.”

“Actually, it’s not nearly as glamorous as it sounds. I spend most of my time in the backroom, cleaning up vocal tracks. You’d be surprised at how many pop stars actually suck at singing.”

Janet laughed. “I always figured it was more about appearances than it was about talent. Blame MTV for that.”

“How ’bout you?”

“Me? Nothing much. I just … Sorry,” Janet paused to fish her phone out of her pocket and glanced at the message. “Sorry Laurie, gotta go. David just texted me. He’s worried that if we don’t show up to dinner together, people will talk.”

“Hmph.”

“Listen, I’d love to catch up some more. Maybe we can sit together at dinner. If your date doesn’t mind, that is.”

“She ditched me for a medical conference, so I’m flying solo tonight. You sure your hubby won’t get upset?”

“Did I just hear ‘she ditched me’?” Janet wondered. She thought that’s what she had heard. Maybe not. “Believe me, all David will be thinking about is how impressed his friends are going to be when he shows up with two hot chicks on his arm.” Janet cringed at her own words. She had just told Laurie she was hot — not directly, but still. She blushed. “Gotta go. See you at dinner.”

*

Chapter 6

“Janet, is that you?” Laurie was trying to play it casual, like the two women hadn’t just spent twenty minutes in the bar catching up. She didn’t want any inquisitions from Janet’s husband intruding on the possibility of a nice evening.

“Laurie? French Club Laurie?” Janet was playing her part splendidly. “Oh my god, how long’s it been?”

“Oh, fifteen, twenty minutes,” Laurie thought cynically. But instead of uttering the words, she found herself hamming it up, channeling a little 80s valley girl. “Oh my god, like, forever!”

They were good, and neither woman thought Janet’s husband suspected a thing. “Probably,” Laurie thought, “because he was too busy checking out my ass — in front of his wife even — what a sleaze.”

“Are you here alone?” Janet asked, as if this were all new information. “You should sit with David and me. Honey would that be OK with you?”

“Hmm?” Laurie noticed he manged to tear his eyes away from her backside just long enough to answer. “Sure babe. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine.”

“What a load of crap,” Laurie thought. “He’s probably busy calculating the odds of a possible threesome.”

Laurie smiled at Janet. Janet took her hand and led her over to their table. Laurie made sure she took the chair next to Janet, and not the one next to her husband.

“So, how’ve you been?” Laurie was still keeping up the ruse. Not that it mattered much, since Janet’s husband was too busy checking out every woman who walked in the room, along with half of the wait-staff. He was so oblivious to what was going on right under his nose, that he completely missed the fact that his wife’s hand was now resting squarely on Laurie’s thigh underneath the table.

“Janet, let’s go get a drink,” Laurie suggested, and the two women made for the bar. “Janet, what are you doing?” she asked now that they were out of earshot.

“I finally figured it out,” she said. “All those years ago when you put that crown on my head. I just put it all together. I’m sorry it took so long.”

At Laurie’s urging, the two women took their drinks and moved off to a quiet corner. Janet’s husband and some of the other guys around the table were in the middle of a heated discussion about football, so he wasn’t going to miss them.

“Just what do you think you’ve figured out, Janet?”

“You had a crush on me back then, didn’t you?”

Laurie fidgeted with her wineglass, spinning it back and forth between her fingers. “Um. I — I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Janet laid her hand on her friend’s arm. “Sure you do. You put that crown on my head because you had a crush on me. And here I thought it was because all the boys in French club were dweebs.”

“OK. Yes. I had a crush on you,” Laurie whispered. “But that was high school, Janet. A lot has changed since then. You’re married, I have a serious girlfriend.”

“I never got a chance to tell you this, Laurie, but that is one of my happiest memories from high school.”

“Really?” Laurie said, spinning her wineglass again. “Oh god, I wish you hadn’t said that.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s complicated, that’s why. And your husband is sitting at that table right over there.”

“So? He’s obviously not missing me that much. Besides, you saw his wandering eyes. Our marriage is a joke.”

“Maybe so, but that still doesn’t change the fact that I have a serious girlfriend waiting for me at home.”

“How serious can it be, Laurie? I don’t see her here with you.”

“Janet please, I did not come here to cheat on my girlfriend, that was not my intention at all. Besides, high school was a long time ago.”

“OK, I’m sorry. It’s just that when I think back to that day … Can we just go somewhere and talk? Maybe after dinner we could slip out and spend a little time together?”

“Sure. Let’s get back before the super-jock convention over there figures out what it is you’re plotting.”

Janet playfully punched Laurie in the shoulder. The two women looked at each other and grinned.

*

Chapter 7

After her brief exchange with Laurie, Janet found the rest of dinner to be excruciatingly dull. Finally, she excused herself to the ladies room. She made sure to take Laurie with her. David was already involved in another football debate, completely unaware.

“You are shameless,” Laurie accused. “First you’re practically feeling me up under the dinner table, and now you’re dragging me off to the restroom, for what? — You planning a make out session in the stalls?”

“If it makes you uncomfortable, Laurie, just tell me to stop and I will. I’m not trying to force you into anything. I’m just excited, that’s all. For the first time in I don’t know how many years, I’m excited to be near someone.”

“I’m not going to tell you to stop, Janet. Just slow down a little. You may have it all straight in your mind, but I’m not quite there yet.”

“OK, I’m sorry. Dance with me later?”

“Sure.” Laurie smiled.

Janet straightened her dress and the two women made their way back to the table as if nothing ever happened. Now that dinner was being cleared away, the DJ had just started playing — a band totally appropriate for a room full of Gen-Xers — Depeche Mode.

“Dance with me, David?” Janet asked, knowing full well what his answer would be.

“Not now, honey. Besides, you know I hate this Eurotrash music. Give me some good old rock and roll.” He glanced around the table. “Am I right, guys?” David’s entourage seemed to agree. They were all laughing it up as Janet turned her eyes to the woman seated next to her.

“Laurie?”

“Sure.” The pair made their way to the dance floor. “Pretty smooth Janet. You do this a lot? Sneaking around, right under his nose?”

“Sadly no. I have resigned myself to living with a cold fish. I thought that was the bargain I made for a comfortable life and financial security.”

“That’s kind of sad,” Laurie said. “I’m sorry, but it is.”

“I know. It’s just — well — I had forgotten what happy felt like until I saw that photograph of us together in the yearbook.”

“King and Queen of France?”

“Yeah.”

“I remember that too. I had it pretty bad for you back then, you know.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Janet, I put a crown on your head. What more did you want from me?”

“Anything. I was fifteen, how was I supposed to know it was OK for girls to like each other that way?”

“Sorry, Janet. I just thought you knew.”

*

Chapter 8

The DJ decided to slow things down with a Richard Marx tune. The transition didn’t appear to faze Janet at all, she just slipped her arms around Laurie and kept right on dancing. Not wanting to make a scene, Laurie went along with it. And in truth, she did enjoy having Janet pressed up against her.

“Do you remember this video with his horrible mullet hair?” she whispered, the two women swaying as one.

“Everybody had bad hair back then, Laurie. It was the eighties, we didn’t know any better. You had bad hair too.”

“I did, didn’t I?” she smiled.

Neither of them spoke again while they continued their dance. Two women pressed together, and for a few precious moments, completely unconcerned with the rest of the world. That spell was broken three minutes later by Jon Bon Jovi, and they made their way back to the table.

“Honey, maybe we should ask Laurie to come up later for a nightcap,” Janet’s husband suggested.

“He really isn’t giving up on this whole threesome idea,” Laurie mentally groaned.

“I’m spending the night at my parents, remember?” Janet put him in his place.

“Take that Super-Jock,” Laurie thought. “She’s my girl now.”

David had reddened a bit at his wife’s rebuke, but was soon back to scanning the room for potential targets.

“Two forty-two,” Laurie whispered to Janet, and then excused herself. Janet gave Laurie’s thigh a good squeeze before she had herself pushed back from the table. Laurie began to wonder what she was getting herself into.

*

Thirty minutes later there was a knock at the door of room two forty-two. Janet was no longer wearing the dress from dinner, instead having changed into jeans and a button-down. “Hi,” was all she said.

Laurie paused a moment to admire Janet in her new outfit. “Come on in.”

Janet wasted no time, and had her hands wrapped around Laurie’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. Laurie turned at the last minute, forcing Janet’s lips to land on her cheek.

“Whoa,” Laurie said. “I thought you just wanted to talk.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“I know you’re excited Janet. I guess I am too,” she said, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. “But this — this is not something I’ve ever considered doing before. I’ve …” Laurie’s speech was interrupted by a knock on the door. “What the …?”

“Relax, it’s just room service.”

“I didn’t order room service.”

“I did,” Janet said. “Before I came up, I ordered a bottle of champagne.”

“Oh my god, Janet.”

“Please don’t be mad, Laurie. Nothing has to happen. I just — I just want to spend some time with you. Is that alright?”

“Sure.” Laurie walked over to answer the door. “Just talking, though.”

*

Chapter 9

“Well, at least you got the good stuff,” Laurie commented, as she filled two hotel glasses with sparkling wine.

“So, why did you give me your room number?” Janet asked, as Laurie handed her a glass. “You know, if you didn’t want anything to happen?”

“I don’t know Janet. It was sort of a snap decision. I guess partly I felt sorry for you …”

“Really? Because if this is a pity thing … Oh, I should probably just forget it and spend the night at my parents.” Janet set her glass down and turned toward the door.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” Laurie said, taking Janet by the hand before she reached the door. “I had a really awful flight and I — well, I just haven’t been myself since I got here.”

Janet turned toward Laurie. “I’m listening.”

“You were right, Janet,” Laurie said, her eyes gazing down at their still joined hands. “My relationship with my girlfriend isn’t what it used to be. Honestly, I was hoping I’d be calling her my wife by now. It’s been six years.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. She’s more in love with her career than she is with me, that’s all. Sometimes I wonder if she’d even … Oh hell, I don’t know. I still care for her though, and I wouldn’t want to hurt her.”

“I get it. So what do we do? — About tonight?”

“Well, Janet, you did order this nice champagne. And it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

*

Two hours later the two women were still seated on the edge of the bed. They were sitting a little closer together now, but still just talking. The champagne bottle was mostly empty, though neither of them felt particularly inclined to order any more.

“So you really had no idea Mademoiselle Toulon was gay?” Laurie asked.

“No, not at all.”

“That’s why a lot of us girls flocked to French Club. It was like a safe haven for us. We could be ourselves and not have to put up a facade.”

“Hmm,” Janet said. “I never knew. I mean, Mimi I knew, like who didn’t. But you, Laurie, I never suspected for a minute.” Janet rested her head on Laurie’s shoulder. “I should have been a better friend. I’m sorry.”

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Chapter 01

Steve yawned and stuck his leg out into the aisle then slouched down in the pew and sulked. He couldn’t believe that he was here.

“Why do I let my mother tell me what to do,” he griped to himself. “I’m 36 years old and divorced but I still obey my mother.”

Glancing to his right he watched his mother babbling to someone sitting next to her in the second row of pews in the church. It was the middle of August and it was hot as hell in Sarasota, Florida. The little country chapel’s ceiling fans were going full blast but the air conditioning was either not functioning or it was non-existent.

“I’m glad I didn’t let her talk me into wearing a tie,” he thought.

Steve had only been back in the country for three days when his mother informed him that she expected him to accompany her to a friend’s 40th wedding anniversary renewal of their vows. Since he hadn’t seen her since his father’s funeral 18 months ago, he agreed to take her and to escort her to the reception that followed.

He had enjoyed seeing his mother and bringing each other up to speed on what was going on in their lives. Steve worked and lived in Tokyo, Japan and after his father died his mother had moved to a retirement community near Sarasota. Their emails were frequent but they didn’t replace the face-to-face communications that keep families abreast of each other’s doings.

“It’ll only be an hour or so and then I can get a drink,” he rationalized while examining the tin ceiling pattern in the old church for the tenth time.

Resting his head on the back of the pew, Steve closed his eyes and dozed a little as he tried to relax with his knees jammed up against the pew in front of him. The sound of his mother’s voice and the scent of a light perfume brought him back to reality.

“Sharon!” his mother cried. “It’s so good to see you! I didn’t realize that you were coming.”

His eyes opened just in time to see and then to feel a white linen skirt touch his cheek as his mother reached across him to pull someone towards her. The scent was coming from the person in the skirt and he inhaled it as he struggled to sit upright from his slouched position.

“Damn, she smells good,” he thought.

His mother was now standing and the two women were embracing each other across his legs. His eyes followed the line of the stranger’s skirt down to where her tanned knees peeped out from under the hem and then continued down her bare legs to her feet encased in shiny white, patent leather high-heeled shoes with a single strap around her slim ankle. The toe of the shoes was cut low so that he could see her toe cleavage.

“H’mm, sexy toes,” he murmured.

“Sharon, this is my son Stephen,” his mother said as she pulled away from the embrace and put her hand on his shoulder. Stephen, this is Sharon Kelly. She was a bridesmaid in the wedding.”

“Pleased to meet you he said,” as he struggled to stand up in the narrow space between the pews.

His eyes took in a narrow waist and the edges of a matching linen jacket decorated with a little, fresh orchid corsage. The scooped neckline revealed a tanned chest with freckles running down into a modest cleavage. When he reached his feet he was surprised to see that Sharon was almost as tall as his six-foot height. He shook her hand and did not hear a word that she said as he studied her face. Her short, grayish-blonde hair was cut in a popular boyish style and her little silver earrings caught his eyes as they swung from her ears. She wore just a hint of makeup but her eyes were bright green and her lips were full and they were moving.

“Moving!” he thought.

She was saying something but he hadn’t heard a word that she said. Inhaling her scent one more time, he forced himself to focus on her voice.

“Elly has told me a lot about you,” she almost whispered. “She said that she wishes you didn’t live in Japan so that she could see more of you.”

Stepping back she held onto his hand and brazenly looked up and down his body.

“I see they treat you well in Japan,” she smiled. “I’ll bet you’re all the rage over there! He’s quite a young man she said to his mother standing behind him. You must be proud.”

Steve stepped into the aisle to allow Sharon to take his seat but she stopped him and leaning towards him so he could feel her breath on his ear said in that whisper, “Thanks, but I’m supposed to sit in the front row. I’m a bridesmaid you know.”

Her laugh was gentle, a whispery tinkle to Steve’s ears.

He caught himself inhaling another fill of her scent. “What the hell am I thinking,” he admonished himself while levering himself down into his seat.

He watched as Sharon took the seat directly in front of his and tried to get another whiff of her perfume. “Stop it! She’s old enough to be my mother.”

Steve’s mother leaned over and whispered that Sharon was also a widow except her husband had died almost six years ago. He had left her pretty well off and she lives in a beautiful condo on Marcos Island.

“Do you believe that Eskort tan?” she whispered. “I know she plays tennis but she must spend all of her time out in the sun.”

Steve was only half listening to her because he was concentrating on Sharon’s neck and the side of her face that he could see. Her hair was cut high on the back of her neck making her neck look long and slim.

“It must be colored,” he decided. “That shade of gray-blonde doesn’t come naturally.” He admired her little ears and he even leaned forward to see if he could get a peep down her blouse. He could see the fine lines in her skin caused by too much sun but on her it made her look even more attractive. She smoothed the back of her hair with her hand and Steve studied her manicured nails and the tight flesh smattered with freckles.

“Is there something crawling up my neck,” she whispered to him as she turned around in her seat.

“Just my eyes,” he thought, but he used her concern for an excuse to run his fingers gently alongside of her neck and under her ear towards her jaw.

“No, it must be the breeze from the fans,” he whispered back.

He kept his fingers on her neck a little longer than he had to and watched as goose bumps appeared and a slight flush colored her cheek even darker than her tan.

Everyone stood when the music announced the bride and groom coming down the aisle.

“She must be 58 or 59 but she sure doesn’t look it,” Steve did the math in his mind while he admired her standing at the altar. “Even if she did she would still be hot.”

Thankfully, the service was short and to the point. There were no long sermons and no maudlin ceremonies. There were only four participants left alive from the original wedding party. Sharon, a dowdy looking woman, and two balding, overweight men.

The small crowd followed the wedding party to the front steps of the church where they were given little bottles of bubbles and bells to ring when the bride and groom came out. Sharon took up a position next to Stephen and his mother while they waited for the grand exit.

“I wonder where they are going on their honeymoon? Do you think she’s a virgin?” Sharon said and laughed that little laugh.

“Sharon!” Steve’s mother laughingly admonished. “Remember the children are listening.”

Sharon and Elly each threaded an arm through Steve’s and pulled him tightly against their sides.

Steve felt their soft breasts mashing against his arms and thought, “My god, I’m getting aroused by my own mother and her friend.”

Steve was saved by the appearance of the bride and groom as everybody cheered and blew their bubbles and rang their little bells.

“What ever happened to rice?” he asked Sharon.

She couldn’t hear him over the noise so she put her face close to his and asked, “What did you say?”

Steve took the opportunity to touch cheeks with her and repeated his question with his lips close to her ear. She laughed and said something about birds but he didn’t care what her answer was anyway. He was absorbed in the feel of her soft cheek against his own and the scent of her perfume. The whole episode only lasted a few moments but Steve could feel himself hardening in his pants. The spell was broken when the car holding the bride and groom left while dragging the de rigueur trail of tin cans behind it.

“Do you have a car?” Elly asked Sharon.

“No, I came with Evan,” she replied and continued. “One of the other members of the wedding party. We’re staying at the same hotel.”

“Would you like to ride with us to the reception? I have a rental car,” Steve asked.

“Sounds good to me,” Sharon replied with that tinkling laugh in her voice. “Evan is still a dirty old man.”

“How do you know that I’m not?” Steve bantered.

“H’mm! I hope you are!” she suggested and clutched his arm tightly to her side. Elly had reached the car by this time and opened the passenger side door.

“Be careful! She’s the only ‘dirty old one’ around here,” his mother said. “I’ll sit in the back. Sharon’s legs are longer than mine and she’ll be more comfortable in the front.” Steve watched as his mother climbed into the back seat. He was still a little sexually heightened and he admired his mother’s butt as she maneuvered herself into the seat. He could see her panty lines through the cotton dress she was wearing.

“Nice ass!” he said jokingly.

“Careful there! You’re still my son. Watch where you look,” his mother laughed. “Why is it that I can’t get any men my age to look at me?”

Steve watched admiringly as Sharon lifted the hem of her skirt so that she could get her left leg into the car. Her tanned legs went on forever and he hoped that she would pull here skirt up higher but she managed to get into the seat of the cramped, compact car without showing any more than necessary. He did get a good look down the front of her blouse when she leaned forward but all he could see was a white lacy bra.

“H’mm, no tan lines!” he mused while straining to see more of her front.

Sharon half turned in her seat to talk with his mother, “Forget men your age. Go with the flow. The younger the better I always say.”

During the drive to the reception Steve stole several glances at Sharon’s exposed thighs but try has he did he couldn’t quite see up to her panties.

Since he was practically excluded from the dialogue between the old friends, he carried on his own conversation in his head. “You are a dirty old man,” he scolded himself. “Yeah, but a pussy is a pussy.”

He realized that he had not noticed any panty lines on Sharon while she was in the church or getting into the car.

“Maybe she wears a thong,” he thought with some hope. “What’s the difference you idiot! You’re never going to find out. Watch where you’re going!”

“Is this where you are staying?” Sharon asked as they pulled up in front of the hotel where the reception was being held.

“Yes,” Steve said and quickly got out of the car to open the door for the ladies.

“So am I,” Sharon said as soon as Steve opened her door. “Isn’t that nice?”

She swung her right leg out and put her foot on the driveway. Steve was staring at the inside of her left thigh and hoping to get a look a little higher up. He glanced up and saw that she was watching him watch her.

“There’s more than one dirty old man around here,” she laughed. “You men don’t miss a chance do you?”

“Not when the prize is a beautiful woman,” Steve responded while feeling his face and neck blush.

“Will you two stop playing around and let me out,” his mother called from the back seat. “Sharon! Leave my son alone!” She laughed out loud, “You’re old enough to be his mother! Oh, and don’t forget I have the centerpiece in the trunk.”

“Do you need the keys for the trunk?” Sharon asked and leaned back across the center console to pull them from the ignition.

Steve watched in amazement as she lifted her right leg up and gave him a clear view right up to the crotch of her white panties.

“Here they are,” she offered as they fell out of her hand onto the floor of the car. “Whoops! Would you get them for me please?” she asked.

Steve was more than happy to reach down between her legs to retrieve the keys. As he leaned into the car, Sharon moved her left leg so that it rubbed up against his bare arm.

“She’s coming on to me,” he thought and blushed again.

He got the keys and looked up at her face. She was smiling and when their eyes met she gave him a big wink.

“We’d better let your mother get out of the back seat,” she joked. “Old women have to pee all of the time.”

Elly’s response was to swat Sharon on the shoulder. “Get me out of here you two. Now!”

After retrieving the centerpiece from the trunk, Steve parked the car and found the room where the reception was being held. The small room opened onto a patio with a champagne fountain and the usual finger foods on a table decorated with photos from the wedding. Outside were several umbrella shaded tables and another small bar where a pianist played classic tunes on the grand piano.

Steve located Sharon and his mother standing with a group of their friends. He listened for a while but got bored and headed outside to the patio. He found a small table in the shade up against the wall where he sat and sipped his drink.

He was practically dozing off when he heard, “Excitement too much for you?”

Sharon was standing over him with a wine glass in her hand. Steve went to get up but she put her hand on his shoulder to hold him down in his seat.

“Don’t be so polite,” she admonished. “This isn’t Japan. May I sit down?”

They spent the next hour getting to know one another and discussing his career in the Far East. Sharon lived in a community with mostly retired folks. She played a lot of tennis and swam every day. She was also involved in the local community theater where she acted in several plays and had even directed one.

She was curious as to why he was divorced and when she heard the story of his ex-wife’s emptying their bank account to support her drug habit and her dealer/lover she placed her hand on his arm and squeezed it in sympathy.

“Why did she need drugs if she had you?” she asked sympathetically.

“Thanks for the compliment but I was traveling a lot and she didn’t like to be alone. She could have come with me on most trips but she refused. Now I know why she refused.”

“Are you seeing anyone?” she suddenly asked.

“Nothing serious,” he responded. “Are you?”

“I’m a wealthy widow and I have all kind of offers but most of them are looking for a nurse rather than a wife. I play the role of being a horny widow but it’s just a game with me. It scares most of the men away and I’m fine with that. We socialize in groups and I haven’t had a real date in years.”

“Is that so? That’s too bad. Maybe we can do something about that,” he countered. “You don’t scare me.”

“Oh! I almost forgot. Your mother wants to go home and she’s looking for you. I was supposed to tell you that if I found you. She’ll kill me!”

“Do you want to ride with us?” he asked.

“No. I want to freshen up for our date. You were serous weren’t you?”

“Yes, but I don’t remember actually asking you.”

“There I go again. Being too forward.”

“No you’re not. I was just teasing. I’ll see you at six.”

“Fine. I’m in room 318.”

“I’m just down the hall in 325,” he told her. “Will you do me a favor please?”

“If I can. What is it?”

“Please don’t change your outfit. You are the finest looking woman in this hotel and I want everyone to see you on my arm.”

It was Sharon’s turn to blush.

“You’re putting it on a little thick aren’t you? Is it OK if I shower and change my underwear? It’s hot and I’ve been glowing all day as they say in the south.”

“I’ll see you at six,” he said and walked into the reception room to find his mother.

Chapter 02

Steve had a difficult time getting away from his mother. He was sure she wanted him to ask her to join him for dinner but he didn’t take the bait. When she asked where Sharon was, he told her that she was tired from her trip and had gone back to her room to lie down.

“I’ll have to call her later and see if she wants to have breakfast tomorrow morning,” his mother said.

He finally got away and made it back to the hotel in time to take a quick shower and change his clothes. He decided to wear his blue blazer, tan slacks and an open neck shirt. A pair of brown penny loafers completed his outfit and he admired himself in the mirror.

Every time he wore the blue blazer it brought back memories. His wife was the one that had convinced him that it was all right to wear the combination he was wearing. He wiped the memory from his mind and checked to make sure he had his wallet and key card before walked down the hall to Sharon’s room and tapped on her door.

“My god! You are stunning!” he said with a low whistle when she appeared in the doorway.

A blush covered her bare chest and shoulders above the dress’s neckline and moved up her neck to her face.

“Thank you kind sir,” she responded with a little curtsey and a spin. “You are a rare gentleman. I’m happy you approve. I’ll be ready in one minute. I just have to put my earrings in.”

Stepping into the room he allowed the door to close behind him. Her perfume was making his head a little giddy.

“You’re acting like a high school kid on his first date! Get a hold of yourself,” he admonished himself.

He watched admiringly as she fitted a pair of dangly earrings into the holes in her ears. Her raised arms revealed her smooth underarms and he could see the beginning of the swell of her breasts. She was wearing the same dress but without the jacket but now it was strapless. Her shoulders were tanned and a little freckled from the sun. He noticed that she was wearing sheer nylons but she still wore her white heels.

She caught him looking at her in the mirror. “I made some changes for the evening.” Pulling the hem of her skirt up a few inches she stretched out her leg to show him her stockings. “My mother always told me that a lady bares her shoulders and covers her legs when going out for the evening.”

“Your mother is a wise woman,” he laughed. “You look perfect but I didn’t realize that the dress was strapless. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Ready?”

“It has removable straps for just such an occasion as this, ” she said while unfolding a nearly sheer, white shawl. She did something with it that only a woman knows how to do and draped it over her shoulders and posed for a moment. “Ready!”

She fiddled with the shawl while they waited for the elevator. “I have to hide my muscles,” she laughed. “Playing tennis can do that to a woman.”

Holding here arms palms up in front of her she flexed her hands and the muscles in her forearms formed.

“I’m a lefty so my left arm is bigger than my right,” she demonstrated by tightening her arms.

Steve tested her assertion by gently squeezing her forearms. “I’ll have to remember to block any punches from your left side,” he laughed just as the elevator chimed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity provided by his already holding her arms, he slipped his hand into hers as they entered the elevator already occupied by two other guests. Sharon did not try to pull away and she tucked his arm under hers during the ride down to the lobby. Steve enjoyed the feel of the side of her breast against his arm during the short ride. He checked out her cleavage and was surprised to see that her breasts looked a little bigger than they did when they were hidden under her jacket earlier that afternoon. Raising his head he realized that he had been caught peeking down her dress when one of the other passengers smiled at him when he caught her eyes.

The food was not the best but the company was perfect. Sharon and Steve sat side by side in a small booth and shared their lives with each other over drinks and appetizers. The bottle of wine they drank during dinner relaxed them both and they found that they were touching each other’s hands and arms more and more as they talked.

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Dawn checked her watch. She pressed the “light” button and suddenly the numbers “9:47” appeared on a green back-lit screen. She sighed and began walking. She was slightly late for the movie and was ditched. Fine. She could handle that. She assumed that everyone had gone ahead without her.

The air was hot and humid as she walked along the streets. She walked along Queen St., the hot entertainment district that was crowded with pubs and entertainment complexes, including the movie theatre. Dawn shook her head, her ponytail brushing her shoulders before hanging down her back.

She reached Yonge St., which was crowded with people walking around, talking and laughing. All the shops were closed for the night but cars continued to crowd the busy, brightly lit streets. She continued walking up the street, admiring the people who were dressed to impress each other. She felt very underdressed in her tank top and jeans, the only thing remotely dressy about her being her heeled boots.

After awhile, no matter how fast or slowly she walked, the soles of her feet began to hurt. Dawn realised that the shoes were once again causing her feet to blister. She sighed in resignation and continued her walk home, hoping that when she got there, the damage wouldn’t be too serious.

As Dawn walked, she began to feel a prickly feeling along her back, as if someone was watching. Thinking of it as nothing, she walked on. There were way too many people around anyway, of course she was being looked at. She was beginning to reach a residential area and she could still feel the eyes on her back, on her body. Spotting a convenience store up ahead, she quickened her pace. As the busy street sounds faded, she could hear her own footsteps. Listening carefully, Dawn thought she could also hear a second set of footsteps, and it seemed to be coming closer.

Not wanting to be caught near that person, she hurried up the few steps and nearly yanked the door to the 7-11 off its hinges in her haste to get inside. Inside the brightly lit store, everything she was feeling seemed to have been imaginary. She walked between the aisles, keeping an eye on the door to see if anyone else would follow her inside. No one did. With a great feeling of relief, she turned around to check out the shelves behind her.

She heard a noise behind her and spun around. There was nothing there. In her fear, she had spun around too quickly and she gasped as she lost her balance, crashing backwards into a shelf and knocking it over. Dawn cringed as cans hit the floor and bottles shattered while cellophane packages crackled and crumpled.

Dawn glanced at the mess then looked up to see what had made the noise. All she saw was the door swinging shut and an extremely angry cashier shouting obscenities Eskort at her. She nodded her head at him and tossed an apology over her shoulder as she strode out of the store.

Dawn peered around, and hesitated on the steps, unsure of what awaited her in the night. Shaking her head and berating herself about her stupidity, she tried to convince herself that nothing was there and forced her feet to descend the steps.

She continued to walk along the street towards her house. She continued to think about what had happened inside the store, feeling guilty that she left a mess when her mind finally realised that there was a second set of footsteps and they were coming from behind her again.

She quickened her pace, hoping it was nothing, hoping it was just her imagination. She didn’t dare look over her shoulder. Bright pools of lights from the street lamps made the shadows even darker, more ominous. Her breath came in nervous pants, as she tried to keep herself calm, even though her heart was beating at what felt like a hundred miles per minute. Her sweaty skin glistened whenever she passed through the light.

Nervously, Dawn crossed the street, peering left and right, acting as if she were only checking for cars when she was actually trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was following her. From the corner of her eye she saw a black shadow slip into the blacker shadows.

Not hesitating, not caring that her creepy follower knew she knew where they were, she broke into a run, her boots thudding against the pavement as her chest heaved with her frightened breaths. She crossed her left arm over her chest, to flatten her breasts, which hadn’t seemed to be large whenever she had looked at them in the past, but now seemed to be huge, bouncing as she ran.

Dawn ran for a few blocks, finally stopping at a main intersection full of bright lights and some cars. She knew she was close to her neighbourhood and that this was still a residential area. She stopped and listened, trying to quietly gulp air into her lungs as she strained to hear those dreaded footsteps. Looking behind her, she saw nothing, an empty street that seemed peaceful and quiet yet eerie at the same time.

Confused, Dawn turned and started to walk again. Throwing looks behind her, trying to see if she was still being followed, she walked slower. As Dawn turned around, she hadn’t realised that she had passed the busy area and reached a calmer, quieter area. She recognised the house across the street, all white with blue shutters.

Her body was drenched with sweat, her clothing sticking to her body. Tired, confused and more than a bit scared Dawn stumbled as the heel of her boot caught on the edge of a small pothole in the middle of the sidewalk. Gasping, she pitched forward…and would have fallen on the pavement if someone hadn’t caught her by the upper arms and hauled her back up on her feet.

Turning around to say thanks, she looked up and locked eyes with the most ethereally beautiful man. His eyes were violet, set in a face the colour and texture of alabaster, maybe even paler. His black hair curled gently over his forehead and neck.

Dawn’s breath caught in her throat and she fought to say anything at all to this gorgeous man. He spoke first instead.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you. I’ve…been following you for quite awhile…I…didn’t want to alarm you. The least I could do was make sure you didn’t fall because of me…” His undulating voice trailed off. It was a beautiful voice, it sounded like velvet midnight and silk.

Dawn couldn’t take her eyes off of him; he was so beautiful. She barely noticed as his hand lightly grasped her wrist. “It’s…it’s okay…t-t-thank y-you.” She stammered out.

After awhile, she finally realised that he was leading her somewhere but she couldn’t figure out where, nor did she care. He led her into a dense copse of trees and out into an open field. The moonlight shone down on him, encasing him in a silver light.

He spoke softly into her ear, whispering. “Are you alright?” As his breath caressed her skin, she shivered. She could feel an ache between her legs, she could feel her body longing to be touched by him.

All Dawn could do was nod. He gently laid her down on the grass and in nothing more than a few seconds he had her undressed. He spread her legs and kneeled between them. He dipped his fingers ever so slightly into the sweet space between her legs, his fingers coming away wet and slick. He stroked her gently, caressing her. Her musk filled the small open space as her body responded to his gentle touches.

She closed her eyes and groaned as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. She was dripping, juices tickling out of her. He spread her legs wider and lowered his head. A few seconds later she felt his warm, wet tongue lapping at her.

Dawn had never felt like this before. It was so good, she didn’t know it could feel that good. She had played with herself many times before, bringing herself to an orgasm with her fingers. It had been exciting to explore her body in such a sensual manner. Now someone else was exploring it and it felt a hundred times better.

With her eyes closed Dawn didn’t know what was happening except for what she felt. His lapping tongue disappeared and without a moment’s hesitation, something rammed into her. Her eyes snapped open.

Dawn had always been a virgin, sexually curious but a virgin none the less. She had expected her first time to be with someone she loved, or at least knew. She had also expected it to hurt. This was neither. It felt so good though, to be filled like this.

Dawn was drifting on a cloud of ecstasy as the beautiful man pumped himself into her. He drove deep into her virgin pussy, pumping at first gently, as if tasting her with his cock, testing her. Dawn opened her eyes, her vision hazy as she looked at the man who was looming over her as he pounded her.

Dawn moaned and continued moaning as he took on a sexual ride that went higher and dizzyingly higher, bringing her ever so closer to what she knew would be a bone jarring climax.

Everything he did, every movement, every touch drove her insane with desire. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch, and when to move to increase her pleasure.

He rammed her harder and harder, her body bouncing off the grass, her head jerking back. He could smell the blood that mixed with her juices. Despite that, she continued to climb higher and higher, as if she was oblivious to any pain.

She could feel his cock throb as her pussy engulfed it, milking it as it split her open and delved into her depths. She grunted as he pulled out and slammed into her. She was so close to that climax, she wanted it so badly that every muscle in her body screamed for it. She could feel the heat within her pussy spread and radiate throughout her body, as if every inch of her was on fire, needing that release to quench it.

A few more strokes and she was sure she would explode from the sheer pleasure of it. His cock seemed to grow until it stuffed her completely. She could feel the opening of her pussy stretch. As he pulled out and pushed back in, he rubbed against the sensitive ring of her pussy while flicking her clit which sent the climax crashing through her body. Her pussy milked his cock involuntarily, spasming as her body heaved and shook as her climax rocked her.

She barely noticed when he bit her neck and began to drink from her, revelling in her sexed blood. He climaxed as her drank from her, their fluids mixing and oozing out in a viscous mix. He pumped her full of his blood-tinged seed, as he continued to suck from her.

As long as his lips were against her neck and his cock was inside her pussy, she continued to climax, shaking and shuddering as it wracked her body. Dawn couldn’t see anything, she was blinded by a fog, all she heard was her moans and groans, all she felt was her ecstasy.

Finally, he was sated sexually and physically. He pulled his cock out of her sopping hole. He looked at her, her eyes were half opened and glazed, her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. He cleaned her up and dressed her, then left her on her front porch, knowing she would be safe.

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Dawn watched the young girl as she made her way along Queen St., heading towards Yonge St. She was all alone.

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Decisions Ch. 03

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“Although the scene and characters in this story are still in high school they are all 18 years or older.”

They arrived back at Kurt’s house around 9 P.M. They were originally going to see Star Wars but when they saw the line decided to go bowling instead. That was a lot of fun as none of them bowled very much. Rob and Kurt did pretty well, as natural athletes usually do well in anything they put their hand to. They got out of the car and went into the house. It was a very big home as Kurt’s father was a successful insurance agent. Kurt was going to major in business in college and then work in the firm. Jill could see the pool through the window, but it was way too cold for swimming. They went down to the lower level where there was a game room. It was well equipped with a pool table, dart board, air hockey, electronic games, and a big screen TV.

They took off their coats and put them on a chair. Jill had on a button down blouse and Joan was wearing a sweater. Both girls were wearing very short skirts which had kept the guy’s interest at the bowling alley. They couldn’t see anything, but got glimpse when they raised their leg to release the ball.

“My parents went to some fund raiser and won’t be home until real late, so we have the house to ourselves until we have to take the girls home for their curfew at midnight, so let’s have fun. Why don’t I get us something to drink?” he said. Everyone agreed and they went to the bar.

Kurt opened the refrigerator and said, “Let’s really have a drink!”

“What do you mean, Kurt?” asked Jill.

“There’s some orange juice in here, so I can fix us some screwdrivers.”

“But then we will have alcohol on our breath when we go home” said Joan.

Rob said, “No you won’t, you can’t smell vodka so our parents won’t be able to smell it if they are still up.”

“Yes, but we still have to drive to get home,” said Jill.

“No problem,” said Kurt. “I will only have a very little bit of vodka in mine so I will not be a hazard to anyone.”

Joan was hesitant, “I don’t know.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a baby Joan,” said Kurt.

Joan turned to Jill, “What do you think, Jill?”

Jill heard caution bells, but figured that nothing would happen with Rob after last night. “He will be on his best behavior,” she thought,” but I will have to be careful.”

“I think it will be OK, after all they are our boyfriends and we are all together so nothing will happen. Besides Kurt said he wouldn’t drink much. Let’s have some fun!”

“I don’t know. Are you sure Jill?” Joan asked.

“Yes, let’s see what a real drink tastes like. We can always walk home if we have to”

“I guess it will be OK then,” said Joan.

“Great,” said Kurt, “why don’t you go over and turn on the TV while I fix the drinks.

They went over and turned on the television. It was set for the sports channel and there was a football game on so they sat down and started watching.

Meanwhile Rob and Kurt fixed the drinks. As he promised, Kurt put very little vodka in his and Rob’s drinks, but put a lot more in the girls’. He brought the drinks over and they watched the game. They all knew the game and were able to see the mistakes as well as the good plays. The game got out of hand in the second quarter when the tight end fumbled the ball and the opposition recovered.

At half time they lost interest in the game. Joan got up and went over to the card table. “It looks like it is set up for a poker game,” she said as she took another sip of her drink. “It really tastes good,” she thought.

Jill also was enjoying the drink. “Let’s play some cards,” she said.

They adjourned to the card table and sat down. Kurt picked up the deck of cards and said, “This is a hand of straight poker Jacks or better to open, nothing wild.”

Joan asked,”What are we going to bet with? Don’t we buy some chips or something?”

Rob smiled and said, “Good point Joan. I really don’t have much money left right now.”

Jill and Joan agreed as they never had much money on them unless they went shopping.

Kurt said, “There is another way to play poker that doesn’t require money.

“What is that?” asked Rob.

“We pay with our clothes! You play five card draw with nothing wild and the losers have to remove an article of clothing. The winner is the one who still has some clothing on.”

“I don’t know,” said Joan. “What do you think, Jill?”

Jill replied “It might be fun, after all we are all friends, but it could be embarrassing, if not boring, for the first person to lose.”

“Here’s what we will do,” said Rob, “You will keep playing, but if you lose you must do whatever the winner demands.”

“That sounds fair, but I have not played that much poker, have you Jill?”

“Not Escort Bayan enough to be very good. “

“We will play with all cards turned up on the table,” said Kurt. They all thought that was a good idea.

“One rule is that only clothes count, no jewelry,” said Rob.

“What about panty hose?” asked Jill.

The boys conversed and Kurt said, “They will count as two items and must be removed the first two loses.” The girls agreed as this would give them at least one more item.

Kurt dealt the cards and Joan won, so all the others lost an item of clothing. Kurt then won, then Jill, then Rob. Finally it got to the serious losses and Jill was the first to lose her bra.

“I don’t know,” she said.

The others rode her, but Joan wasn’t as vocal. Rob said “You agreed to the rules and knew that you would possibly lose. Are you going to be a party pooper?”

Jill didn’t like that. She reached around defiantly and unfastened her bra. She shrugged her shoulders and removed it. Kurt gasped when he saw her tits for the first time. Her nipples were partially erect and stood out from the front. Rob was proud of her.

Joan was the first to lose completely and demurely removed her panties.

Rob lost next and stood up to remove his shorts, Jill saw he was getting aroused and slyly looked at Joan who was paying rapt attention to his groin area. She was satisfied that she had a good one by the expression Joan’s face.

Rob won the next hand and turned to Joan after Kurt removed his trousers, which caused Jill to look in interest, “You will go to the center of the room and do the favorite cheerleader routine.” Joan got up and tried to perform with her back to them, but Rob made her turn around. She was beautiful. She was a natural blonde which was evident by her pussy.

Jill won the next hand and made Joan and Rob stand in the center of the room and hug each other. Rob was a little more aroused. She also won the next hand, and after Kurt removed his shorts gleefully declared, “I win!”

She stood up to find her clothes to put them back on when she was jumped by the others. She was pushed to the floor and Rob and Kurt held her legs while Joan pulled her panties down and over her feet. The boys raised her legs and pulled them apart. She was a little embarrassed being exposed like that to Kurt. However, they let go of her and grabbed Joan and did the same thing to her.

“Stop that,” she said, but it was too late. They let go of her and helped her to her feet. Jill was feeling warm due to the activity and the drink which she and Joan took another sip of. They started giggling at the sight of the four of them naked.

Kurt said, “Let’s take a dip in the pool!”

Which promptly got him”you’ve got to be kidding” looks from the others. “Just joking,” he said. “Although we can go out and get in the hot tub for a few minutes.

“That sounds like fun,” said Jill, who was feeling warm and loose.

Kurt said, “Great! Joan please get the towels and Rob can go out and remove the cover while I fix us another drink.”

“But you promised you would not drink!” exclaimed Jill, “You are driving”

“I’m only going to have straight orange juice, Jill.”

“O.K.,” she said, “What can I do?”

“See if there is another game on the tube for when we come in.” They all went about their assigned duties. Kurt made the drinks as before with more booze in the girl’s drinks and only made O.J. for himself.

Rob came back in shivering, “Man, it is cold out there, and that hot tub is really going to feel good!”

Kurt put the drinks on a tray and they all went out to the tub. The boys helped the girls into the tub. Both of them had extended nipples due to the cold and the sight of their naked pussies was almost too much. Kurt handed their drinks to them and he and Rob got into the tub. It did feel really good. The girls sipped at their drinks and laughed at the jokes told by the boys. Jill thought Kurt was a lot different than her original opinion. “He is a really nice guy,” she thought,” and well hung I might add. I can’t believe he and Joan have not done IT yet.”

Jill jumped as she felt a hand on her leg moving upward. She looked over and realized it was Rob’s hand. She spread her legs so he could gain access to her pussy. “Someday soon,” she thought, “I am going to have to let Rob fuck me because it is getting harder and harder to say no.” She squirmed as his hand reached its destination. She looked over and saw a blissful expression on Joan’s face so she knew she was getting fingered also.

“We better start back in. Let’s chug our drinks so we don’t spill them. Here’s to you- bottoms up!” Kurt said as he raised his glass and drained it. The others followed suit as there was only about half a glass full. They got out and helped Kurt replace the cover and ran for the house. Once inside they grabbed towels and dried off. Kurt went over and muted the T.V. and turned on the music player. This was the latest which would play CD’s as well as cassette tapes. It also permitted programming based upon what the owner wanted played.

A loud rock song began and Kurt said, “Let’s dance!”

The girls’ giggled thinking how ridiculous they all would look dancing fast dances naked, but they were game.

Jill thought, “No more drinks. I am feeling dangerously loose.”

They started dancing with each other. The girls’ boobs bounced with their movements or swung from side to side. The boy’s dicks did likewise which caused the girls to laugh as they both were aroused from the pussy petting in the hot tub. After two fast songs, a slow one began. Jill was facing Kurt and Joan, Rob.

“Dance with the one facing you,” said Kurt and all agreed. Jill moved into Kurt’s arms. He pulled her close and she felt her breasts push into his chest. It felt good.

“I must really be loose,” she thought. She felt Kurt’s cock press into her stomach. She pushed her hips forward to press even harder. He had an erection when they started dancing, but it got even bigger when she did this. Kurt put his hands underneath her buttocks and pulled her up ward. She felt his cock brush her pussy and alarm bells went off. She was not going to let Kurt fuck her.

“I think we better stop,” she said.

“Don’t worry Jill. I am not going to try to fuck you. Relax- you will enjoy this. If you don’t like it I will stop.”

She thought, “He is right. He would not try to fuck me with my boyfriend, his best friend here.”

“O.K. As long as you keep your word,” she said. Kurt smiled and lifted her higher so his cock slid under her. During this the tip slightly brushed against her opening, but he did not push. He then lowered her a little.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said. She did as he asked and put her arms around his neck. Kurt reached down and positioned his cock in the furrow of her crack. He then started moving in a fucking motion.

Jill gasped, “My God! That really feels good!” as his cock plowed her furrow and brushed against her clit. She was getting extremely hot. Her pussy was wet. Kurt bent toward her and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue forced between her teeth and they French kissed. This only made her hotter. He kept moving and Jill did not know how long she could last. This really felt good. She opened her eyes and saw Rob and Joan were doing a similar thing. Jill wiggled her ass which pushed her pussy harder on Kurt’s pole.

“She is really a hot number,” thought Kurt. “The way Joan is acting with Rob, I think we all are going to get lucky tonight. If she wasn’t my best buddy’s girlfriend, I would fuck her right now!” Kurt put his hands under Jill’s ass and raised her up. She panicked for a moment when the tip of Kurt’s cock came in contact with her pussy.

“He is going to try to fuck me with my boyfriend making out with his girlfriend,” she thought. Kurt lowered her a little and the tip of his dick penetrated her hole, but he then lifted her off and lowered her down his body to the floor which caused his dick to slide over her stomach and between her breasts. When she reached the floor in a kneeling position her face was even with his cock. Jill smiled and went to work on his pole. She started by licking his balls and slowly working her way to the tip. There she teased him by flicking her tongue against the slit and then she took him in her mouth. Kurt sharply inhaled as she took his member mostly in her mouth and started an up and down movement accompanied by sucking. Kurt thought how lucky Rob was to have such a good cock sucker for a girlfriend.

These were the same thoughts going through Rob’s mind as Joan was blowing his cock. Rob thought, “Kurt was right. Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.” Tonight would be the night he pops Jill’s cherry, although he wouldn’t mind taking Joan’s cherry. “That blonde bush doesn’t hide much.”

Jill tasted her juices on Kurt’s cock and was pleased with the taste. She noticed she was getting hot and her pussy was getting extremely wet. “Too much booze,” she thought. “Otherwise I would not have Kurt’s cock stuffed in my mouth; although, I am enjoying this!” She heard Rob groan with pleasure and knew then that Joan was a good cocksucker also. Kurt placed his hands on the back of her head and gently pushed her toward him while thrusting his hips forward. She opened her mouth as far as she could, but she could not take all of his cock and she gagged.

“Sorry,” said Kurt, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Jill pulled back off his cock

“Thank you, I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

She then slipped his cock back in her mouth. Kurt again put his hands on her head and gently pulled her off his dick. He then put his hands on her shoulders and said, “Lay back. It is time for you to enjoy.” Jill knew this was getting dangerous, but the booze was still working and she lay on her back. Kurt placed his hands on her knees and spread them taking in a deep breath as her pussy winked pink from the dark curls surrounding it.

“Damn that is a beautiful sight!” exclaimed Kurt as he lowered himself to her. He French kissed her and she responded with their tongues probing and battling for space in each other’s mouths. Jill felt her pussy getting wetter as she was getting hotter. Kurt withdrew from her mouth and started trailing kisses down her neck. One hand fondled her left breast as his mouth came in contact with her right. He kissed all around her breast until he came to the nipple. Kurt flicked his tongue over the extended nipple which elicited a groan from Jill. He took the nipple between his lips and sucked and teased it with his tongue. Jill pushed her boob toward him. He took the nipple between his teeth and gently bit it while at the same time he pinched the nipple on the left breast between his thumb and forefinger. She really pushed upward. Kurt then did the same to the opposite nipple and Jill was really moaning and pushing her breasts at him. She also felt more wetness in her cunt.

“Oh Kurt, that feels so good!” she said, just as Joan let out a loud moan. Kurt then started kissing down her stomach sticking his tongue deep into her naval. This always got to her when Rob did it and now was no exception. He continued downward and arrived at the top of her mound. Jill wiggled her mound slightly upward as she felt him arrive. “We better stop,” she thought, “but this feels so good and I am so hot!”

Kurt moved lower but teased her by kissing around her pussy. He advanced toward her hole. She felt his breath before his mouth kissed her and she almost came.

Kurt reached with his hands and spread her pussy lips. He poked his tongue in her tight twat. Jill’s hips came off the floor and she let out with a loud moan

“Oh Kurt that feels so good!” She sneaked a peak and saw that Joan was laying to her left and Rob had his head buried between her legs. Kurt started licking and sucking on her fully erect clit. He slid one finger into her virgin cunt.

“Man is she wet,” thought Kurt, “Rob is going to bust this cherry and it looks as if he has Joan just as hot. I am going to get lucky too.”

Jill felt Kurt’s mouth and finger leave her pussy. She opened her eyes to see why and noticed Rob was replacing Kurt between her legs and Kurt was going to Joan. Rob put his mouth on her pussy and started lapping. He also started finger fucking her and her hips once again came off the floor. “Oh Rob, I love you!” she exclaimed as she pushed her pussy into his face.

“Jill has never been this wet,” thought Rob as he started reversing the trail of Kurt. When he got to her mouth they French kissed as never before and Rob took her clit between his fingers. At the same time Jill reached down and stroked his bulging cock. Rob took this to mean that she was ready to be fucked. He rose up to his knees with his dick in his right hand. With his left hand he parted Jill’s pussy lips. The sight was gorgeous and he almost came. Jill had her eyes closed in deep passion. Rob placed the tip of his dick in the opening of her tight hole and started to slide in. He was gentle and slowly put a little of his cock in at a time. Jill groaned and pushed her pussy upwards.

“This cherry is as good a popped,” thought Rob as his dick came in contact with her hymen. He withdrew all but the tip and prepared to plunge into her. Just as he was getting ready to deflower Jill, her eyes opened and she twisted her body to the side.

“NO!” she yelled, pushing him off of her. He tried to get back in position, but she was not going to let him.

“Come on Jill, you know you want it! Why be such a prude? Look at Kurt and Joan!”

She did and as she looked Kurt had withdrawn as had Rob, but Joan was moaning and moving her hips. Kurt plunged forward and a slight cry of pain escaped from Joan as her cherry was destroyed. Kurt stopped when his dick hit bottom.

“I don’t care what they do!” she replied. “I am leaving.” Jill went over to where her clothes were and started getting dressed. She put her panties and bra on, but put her panty hose in her purse. She then put on her blouse, skirt and got her coat. She looked over where Kurt and Joan were. She saw them fucking with abandon. Joan was moaning and pushing her hips up meeting every thrust of Kurt. Jill felt a little pang but it wasn’t enough. She was really pissed.

Rob said, “I will take you home, Jill.”

“No you won’t!” replied Jill as she opened the door and left in almost a run.

To be continued…

Thanks to Destiny Parker for editorial assistance

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Let It Rain

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My sister Lynn gazed at me thru hooded and accusatory eyes.

“Is it true?” she demanded.

“Yes.” was my quiet reply.

Lynn shook her head in disgust and sighed very audibly. She didn’t have a bi curious bone in her body and failed to understand when someone, especially her older sister, did.

“It was mutual.” I stated in a factual tone.

Lynn regarded me with suspicion.

“In fact Sis, she was the one who suggested it.” I stated emphatically.

Lynn turned on her heels and left my bedroom shaking her head.

Where do I begin? It was two summers ago. I had finished my sophomore year of college and Lynn was graduating high school.

Lynn’s graduation party was held at our home and it was my first encounter with Jennifer Constantine. I had known Jennifer since she was a skinny twelve year old but by the “ripe old age” of eighteen, she had developed into a bona fide hottie.

During my freshman year at college, I discovered I was bi curious. My roommate Sarah shared the same desire and she was the first of several bi encounters.

When I saw Jennifer at Lynn’s graduation party, I was struck by how mature she looked. We embraced in a friendly way but when Jennifer pulled back, she regarded me with a glint in her eyes.

Even though she was “technically” Lynn’s friend, we shared a close personal friendship. We frequently emailed and IM’d while I was at college. In spite of the lack of verbal communication, her warm and bubbly personality came thru with each communiqué.

Although I mixed and mingled with the other guests, I never lost track of Jennifer in the crowd. Several times she saw me looking and gave me one of her dazzling smiles.

It was long past midnight when the affair finally wound down. I wearily plopped in a chair in the kitchen and Jennifer sat in the chair next to me.

“Hey Tara, wassup?” she inquired innocently.

“Same old crap, different day.” I stated in a wise ass way.

“Have you noticed? Lynn’s drunk as a skunk.” She stated.

“Yeah, I hope she doesn’t hurl before I can get her into bed.” I said wistfully.

As Jennifer chuckled at my comment, we looked for Lynn and found her passed out on the pool deck. With some effort, we managed to get Lynn to her room.

We were changing Lynn’s clothes when her eyes opened with a panic stricken look. That could mean only one thing. I held Lynn’s hair out of the way as she puked the contents of her guts into the toilet.

Finally, with Jennifer’s help, Lynn was safely tucked in.

“She’s gonna have one helluva hangover tomorrow!” Jennifer stated with a loud sigh.

With no ulterior motive on my part, I suggested that Jennifer spend the night. An extra toothbrush and summer PJ’s were located and she readied herself for bed.

When Jennifer reappeared wearing the thin pajamas, my heart skipped a beat. Her nipples poked sexily against the sheer material of the top and her long shiny brown hair was unfettered by a French braid. I admired her flawless olive color skin tone, lean but muscled physique and very pretty facial features.

Jennifer was under the sheet and smiling at me with a sunny expression, when she gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for letting me stay.” She stated with emotion.

For once in my young life, I was tongue tied.

“Tara? Can I tell you something, well, kinda personal?” She inquired with innocence.

“Ah, sure.” I said with skepticism.

“You have to promise you’ll never say anything to Lynn. Promise?” She asked sincerely.

“Girl Scouts Honor!” I stated with my hand over my heart.

Jennifer’s green eyes twinkled with mystery.

“I’ve had a crush on someone, actually a couple of people, for the last year but I don’t think they’ll understand if I approach them.” She said with trepidation.

“Is it Trey Sorrens?” I asked excitedly.

Trey was captain of the high school wrestling team. He spent a long time talking to Jennifer at the party.

“No.” She said flatly.

I went thru a laundry list of possible male aspirants but her answer was the same for each, a resounding “no.”

“Ok, I give up.” I said with exasperation.

“I hope you don’t get mad.” She said with worry in her voice.

“Jennifer we’re friends. You can tell me anything.” I stated with assurance.

“It’s Lynn.” She said very sheepishly.

“You mean Lynn, my sister.” I exclaimed with shock in my voice.

Jennifer’s happy demeanor turned to one of sadness and tears rimmed her sparkling green eyes. Lynn was a 5′ 7″ blonde bombshell with big 36D tits. From the tender age of fourteen, she never lacked for dates with the opposite sex.

“When did you realize you had feelings for her?” I asked with a perturbed look on my face.

“It started last summer when I was hanging out here a lot.” She said with a downcast face

Tears were rolling down Jennifer’s cheeks and I tenderly dabbed a tissue at them to staunch the flow. She was sitting up, hugging her knees and rocking back and forth.

“The sight of you and Lynn in bikini’s Bayan Eskort really turned me on. Oops! Oh shit!” she declared and buried her head in her hands.

Jennifer’s revelation was a stunner and instinctively, I embraced her. While Lynn was a full figured hottie, I was an inch shorter and slender with a smaller chest.

“I feel so ashamed but I’ve held it inside for so long that I had to tell someone.” She stated woefully and tearfully.

As I held Jennifer, I stroked her lustrous hair, trying to soothe her jangled nerves.

“There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about.” I declared forcefully.

“You’re just bi curious.” I said diagnosing the situation.

“No Tara. I’m sure I like girls.” She said with a shamefaced expression.

“But, you dated some really hot guys.” I countered.

“I tried to like them, I really did.” She stated with a hangdog expression.

“I remember when I puked in the school parking lot after I gave Danny Sommers a blow job. He was so pissed at me.” she said dejectedly.

Again, I pulled her close and held her tight.

“My Mom and Dad will never understand.” She stated in a blubbering voice.

“Try to get some sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow. I won’t breathe a word to Lynn.” I said wearily.

Jennifer lay back on the bed and regarded me with genuine affection. The look in her eyes turned my insides to mush and I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips.

That sparked a make out session of epic proportions. Our tongues intertwined in an oral dance of yearning. When we came up for air, we were both breathing very hard.

“Whew! That was great!” Jennifer crowed.

“Have you had any experiences?” I inquired.

“A couple; the first was with Becky Rissingham after a chorus concert. She offered to give me a ride home and in the back of my mind I knew she was bi.” She stated.

“What happened?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

“We kinda started kissing in the car. Then she asked if I wanted to stay overnight. In her bedroom we started making out and she grabbed my boobs.” She said with some passion.

“Did that bother you?” I asked with the steam rising between my legs.

“No. It was a real turn on and I let her suck my tits. Next thing I knew she was licking me.” Jennifer said in a happy memory voice.

“What about you?” she asked with real inquisitiveness.

“Oh, I’ve had a few since high school.” I stated trying to sound nonchalant.

In spite of the sexually charged atmosphere, we were both yawning. I kissed Jennifer on the forehead and bade her goodnight.

As I lay in bed, thoughts of me licking Jennifer dominated my conscious mind and I fingered myself to oblivion.

The next morning I woke to the sound of splashing water in the pool. Jennifer was swimming laps and I rushed to join her.

“Hi Tara!” she greeted me warmly with a broad smile.

“Having fun?” I asked sweetly.

“I’d give anything to have a pool in my backyard.” She gushed.

After eight good laps to shake the cobwebs, I left to check on Lynn and lo and behold she’s sitting in the kitchen with bloodshot eyes. The screened door accidentally banged against the frame when I entered.

“OH, my aching head.” Lynn moaned.

I quickly prepared a pot of coffee and sent Lynn to the shower. When she returned, I shoved a hot mug of java in her hand and two Tylenol in her mouth. She retired to the den sofa for the rest of the afternoon.

Jennifer looked like a Greek goddess in her string bikini. Little twitches and tingles reverberated in my crotch whenever I gaped at her gorgeous body.

Jennifer’s admission about her sexuality had shaken me to my soul. I was so busy exploring my bi side the last two years that I hadn’t been with a guy sexually since high school. Mentally, I questioned my preference for women, at least for the moment.

True to my word, I said absolutely nothing to Lynn about Jennifer’s sexual leanings. But, Jennifer was spending a great deal of time at our home and it was usually with me. Lynn was sure to notice.

Our little escapade on graduation night was still fresh in my memory when I made a detour one afternoon to the downtown shopping district. Jennifer worked at her dad’s pizzeria and she was grinning from ear to ear when she saw me.

“Hey! What a neat surprise.” She stated warmly and gave me a friendly hug.

Constantine’s Pizzeria and Restaurant was very popular and today was no exception; there wasn’t a seat to be had. Jennifer insisted that I eat at the employees’ dining table in the back room.

“Are you busy tonight?” she asked cautiously.

“Why? What’s goin on?” I inquired.

“There’s a free concert at Waterfront Park and my dad won’t let go by myself.” She said sadly.

Jennifer leaned in real close and whispered in my ear.

“Will you be my date tonight?”

“Yeah! Sure!” I declared with a look of longing.

“OK! Then we’ll consider this delicious Calzone on the house.” She exclaimed happily and set the piping hot dish in front of me.

At 6pm I was on my way back to the pizzeria and my heart was pounding in my chest. I agreed to be Jennifer’s date for the night and I had no idea what that entailed.

Jennifer was waiting outside and waved enthusiastically when she saw me. She was wearing a spaghetti strap T, shorts and flip flops.

“Hi!” she exclaimed in her bubbly way and gave me peck on the cheek. I was driving with my left hand on the steering wheel when she reached down and brought my right one up for a smooch.

“Thanks Tara.” She said affectionately and held my palm tightly against her cheek.

The endearing gesture tugged on my heart strings and hot tears enveloped my eyes.

At the concert we spread a tarp and blanket on the ground. No alcoholic beverages were permitted but I and many others brought wine coolers or similar libations.

The bands were regional favorites and with half a dozen wine cooers circulating in our veins, we danced with abandon. I have to say that Jennifer was one talented dancer with a sexy fluid gracefulness.

The last band was the folksy acoustical type and as we sat on the blanket, Jennifer took my hand in hers and held it tight. Needless to say I was stunned but I realized that she had been dead serious about the “date.”

Jennifer refused to let go of my hand until the concert was over and only so we could fold the blanket and tarp. As we walked to the car she took my hand and held it like a lover on a date.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I drove her home. But, inspiration in the form of an idea popped in my head and I drove to Walkers Overlook, the local lovers’ lane.

I parked as far away from the other cars as possible and Jennifer had a look of yearning on her face. We kissed passionately and with lustful need.

My hand found its way into her shorts and I lovingly stroked her sopping wet slit.

“Oh Tara!” she cried and humped my hand.

Jennifer’s copious juices coated my fingers and after she came like an express train, I licked the tangy fluid with delight.

Suddenly, Jennifer sat up and checked her watch.

“Oh Fuck! Its’ past 1am!” she yelled.

“Call your folks and tell them you’re with me.” I demanded.

Jennifer did as she was told and when we arrived at her home, I apologized to her parents’ for the lateness. My suggestion worked and they were relieved that she was safe and sound.

The next morning I was preparing for a summer job interview when my cell phone text message alert sounded. It was Jennifer. With the limited amount of time before my interview, I decided to call.

“Hi Tara! Can you spare some time for me this morning” she stated in her effervescent way.

“I have an interview and I probably won’t be back before noon.” I said with regret.

“Gosh, I have to work the lunch shift at the pizzeria.” She replied sadly.

“I’m not busy tonight. Come over about seven.” I said doggedly.

“Ok, great!” Jennifer said in her lively way.

“Stay overnight if you like.” I hinted shamelessly.

“I’d love too!” she declared with enthusiasm.

Promptly at seven the doorbell alerted me to Jennifer’s arrival but Lynn got to the door first.

“Yo girlfriend! Wassup?” Lynn asked a sheepish looking Jennifer.

But, Jennifer was one cool customer.

“I was cruising past on my way to the mall and decided to say hello.” She said convincingly.

Jennifer strolled into the kitchen and gave a “whew” sign with her hand passing over her forehead. Lynn was late for a date and flew out the door amid goodbyes.

Jennifer sat across from me and held my hand in the same loving manner as last night. My heart was all atwitter from her display of affection. I was having romantic feelings for the Greek vixen and I was completely unnerved.

“How bout a swim?” I asked eagerly trying to offset the mood.

“I don’t have my bikini.” She stated with an anxious look on her very pretty face.

“My folks are at the seashore for the weekend so, who needs one!” I stated boldly.

The long shadows of evening stretched across the lawn as Jennifer and I shed our clothes in the sun porch.

“Jeronimo!” Jennifer yelled and dove butt naked into the deep end.

I quickly followed suit and we swam laps with languorous ease.

Jennifer was floating on her back when I dove under and pinched her cute rear.

“You little brat! She declared and chased me from one end of the pool to the other.

Finally, I jumped on her back and held on with my arms around her neck. As Jennifer slowly waded around the pool, I dropped my hands to her chest and fondled her firm breasts. Her nipples elongated and tightened from my touch as my slick pussy humped her back.

With our passion rising to nuclear hot levels, we exited the pool and raced to my bedroom. Jennifer was standing in the room with her hands folded and hiding her sex. She had a shy expression on her face.

“I wish I was clean shaven like you.” She stated bashfully and pointed to my bald box.

Without saying a word I took Jennifer’s hand and led her into my bathroom. She sat on the small vanity and spread wide. I thought the dark brown pubes were a turn on but if Jennifer wanted a hairless crotch, then so be it!

Carefully I scraped the tender area clean with a new razor and rinsed with warm water. With her newly shaven pussy glistening with water and her juices, I took a long flat tongued lick up her soaked slit.

“Oh Tara!” She moaned.

Jennifer’s muscular buns fit in the palms of my hands as I drew her dripping snatch closer. Gently, I lapped the moist fleshy folds and drilled a finger into her drooling hole. The pungent aroma and tart taste were intoxicating as I sucked her creamy girl cum down my eager throat.

Never before had I experienced hot sexual yearning of this magnitude for someone. With a ravenous appetite, I devoured her soaking wet pussy.

“Oh Tara! Oh God!” She howled with fervor.

Even with my mind totally focused on Jennifer’s magnificent gash, I heard a car door slam and voices.

I jumped off the bed.

“Oh my God! It’s Lynn!” I shrieked.

Jennifer raced into the shower and I quickly put on a sports bra and shorts.

“Oh shit! Our clothes are down by the pool.” I declared loudly.

Too frightened to move, I listened with every fiber of my being for the back door to open. But, it never did.

Stealthily, I crept to the window and saw Lynn with a guy I didn’t recognize, making out like two sex fiends on a pool lounger. Jennifer finished her shower and was standing next to me when she gasped.

“Who’s that?” I inquired.

“That’s Barry Carver with Lynn.” She stated with surprise.

Jennifer was staring intently at the two figures on the lounger.

“He’s kind of a geek but a cute geek.” She said with first hand knowledge.

From our vantage point we had a clear view of the action. Lynn was pawing at Barry’s belt buckle and sure enough down went his blue jeans.

“Wow! Barry’s packin some meat.” I stated in an admiring voice. The boy had a very impressive boner.

Lynn was eyeing his trouser snake with a look of pure lust.

“Look at Lynn go!” Jennifer commented with awe in her voice.

Lynn’s head was flying up and down the length of Barry’s cock. Faintly, we could hear his moans and groans. With rapt attention, we watched my sister give Barry the blow job of a lifetime.

“Yuck, I think she’s swallowing his cum.” Jennifer declared with disgust and turned away.

I had blown a few guys in high school and disliked the taste of sperm. Lynn’s mouth was milking his big rod for any remaining drops of semen and I had to admit, I found the situation very erotic.

The next morning, I was helping Jennifer tidy up the spare bedroom and her pensive mood caught me off guard.

“Is something wrong?” I inquired.

“No. I was hoping, oh, just forget it.” She said wistfully.

Jennifer’s demeanor was completely out of character. I took her hands in mine and looked into her troubled eyes.

“What’s bothering you? You can tell me.” I asked with tenderness.

“I was hoping we could talk about…but, I…ah…oh what’s the use!” She stated with frustration

“Jennifer, whatever it is, please tell me.” I pleaded.

Jennifer’s eyes were rimmed with tears and she tried to look away but my gaze held her.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” She said in a soft voice and buried her head against my neck.

Jennifer’s declaration staggered me and my heart erupted with emotion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked in a shy and tentative voice.

“Jennifer!” I cried and as hot tears shrouded my eyes, I kissed her with unrestrained ardor.

I wanted to make love to her in the worst way but with Lynn’s room across the hall, I had to be patient.

“When can I see you again?” she asked in a timid voice.

My summer job at the mall started the next day and with my sister and parents around it created an intimacy problem. I got another brainstorm.

“My folks aren’t going to the beach house next weekend. Want to go with me?” I inquired with eagerness.

“Uh huh.” She replied very shyly.

There was only one problem with my “brilliant” idea; Lynn. For once fate was in my corner. Lynn was attending an overnight graduation party at her friend Sherry’s home.

Because of my excellent track record as a very responsible daughter, my parents’ had no problem with my seashore venture. I spent the days in restless anticipation of the weekend.

With conflicting work schedules, I saw precious little of Jennifer. By Thursday, I missed her so much that I drove downtown to the pizzeria. When she saw me her eyes lit up.

“Hey you!” she crowed.

Jennifer had to retrieve some lettuce from cold storage and forcibly dragged me with her. As soon as we were inside the door, she kissed me with uninhibited zeal. I thought my heart would burst out of my chest.

I could barely concentrate on my job that afternoon and my boss caught me daydreaming several times.

When I saw Jennifer waiting outside the pizzeria for me, she took my breath away. With her French braided hair, tiny bikini top and very short shorts, she resembled a mythical sea goddess.

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Lindsey and Louise Pt. 01

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Blonde

(The characters in this story are entirely fictional and have no connection with any persons living or dead.)

I had these lovebirds, two of them. They were the cutest things. Mostly green, with a spots of red on their heads.

I’d keep them out on the back patio on days when the temperature wasn’t too hot or cold. They loved it out there. One day I looked out the back window to see a wild sparrow hawk sitting on top the cage. The lovebirds were going crazy. The hawk, I guess, had given up on getting inside, and was considering its options. When I went out the back door it flew away.

I didn’t give that much more thought, until the fateful day I looked out to see a mass of feathers swooshing around inside the cage, which was out on the patio once more. I knew immediately that my lovebirds had gone to heaven. I rushed out to see the small hawk struggling to get out of the cage, but unable to. It was screeching to high heaven. So now I had lost two small birds, and gained a larger bird. No way I was going to release it!

That same day, a person came to my front door. I knew I had new neighbors, since the people across my back fence had sold their place and there was a different small SUV in the driveway. So this person introduced himself/herself as that neighbor, by the name of Lindsey, and apologized, because he/she had heard all the agonized hawk cries and wondered what was going on.

I say “he/she” because initially I couldn’t tell what the person’s sex was. Well, from now on I’ll say “she” because her voice was a little higher in pitch than the usual male’s and “she” was wearing tiny earrings. Now, one could say that many males would fit into that category too, but I went with “she” for the time being.

Her flannel shirt didn’t reveal any telltale breasts underneath, but it was quite loose. I thought I detected a slight expansion of hips under her similarly loose trousers, but then I have an over-active imagination. There was some acne on her face, which seemed out of place at her age, which I pegged at 30 (I’m 38).

“Hi Lindsey, I’m Louise. It’s so nice to meet a new neighbor! Well, what you heard was the sparrow hawk that got into my lovebird cage, devoured them, then couldn’t make an exit.”

“Oh, my gosh,” she replied, showing genuine concern. “Is it injured?”

“No, just lost a few feathers. Of course, it’s very jittery.”

“So, what’re you going to do with it, release it?” Lindsey was refreshingly enthusiastic and alert.

“Heck no! I’m keeping it ….. I’ve thought I’d build, or have somebody build, a walk-in cage. Have to find out what its diet is.”

Lindsey at first started a lecture on how it’s best to release wild animals back to the wild, then politely caught herself, and started on a new tack of what hawks like to eat. She said she was an avid birdwatcher and said she was familiar with all the hawks in the area. She asked if she could see the bird.

“Of course.”

I showed her the way to the back door, and followed her lanky gait. Her hair was closely cropped around her head in a pleasing way.

“Oh, yes!” she said. “It’s commonly called a sparrow hawk but we call it a kestrel. It’s a beautiful bird, isn’t it?”

“Sorry, I dislike it too much at the moment to appreciate it.”

After a lot of banter about birds, I invited her inside for some coffee. I took a liking to her, I confess. With strangers, I usually decide whether I like or dislike them within a few minutes. But this one thing kept bugging me: was Lindsey a woman or man? I absolutely had to know.

So, we were talking. She was a physical ed teacher at a middle school in the next city over. I guess that explained her leanness and physical well-being. I started out a little search by asking if she lived alone, or ….

“Oh” — she seemed a little flustered — “my partner and I broke up a while back, and we were renting. I’d saved up enough to finally go home-hunting, and this new place was something I could afford.”

No partner name was mentioned. I was recalling a woman phy-ed teacher I was acquainted with in the past who was mannish and a lesbian. Lindsey didn’t seem overly mannish, but then she certainly wasn’t girly-girly, either! So I Eskort Bayan was intrigued. A bit gender-neutral. Maybe she was one of these new people who identified as “they” — of indeterminate sex.

Naturally, she was interested in where I was coming from. I related that my husband Frank had died from a military accident on a nearby air base. I told her about my working for a real estate title company.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about the accident,” Lindsey said, concerned. “Do you have any children?”

“Two. Both in college out of state. And you, any children?”

“Oh, no. I don’t think I’ll ever get into the children game. Wrong word! What I mean …. “

“Oh, I understand! It is kind of a game, to be sure. But yeah, I’d do it again. My kids turned out fine.”

After more friendly banter, before leaving, Lindsey invited me to join her on a birdwatching trip sometime, with her group. I told her that sometimes I took photos of birds with my DSLR, so I would be interested.

A couple weeks later, my orange tree was producing buckets of nice, sweet oranges, and I took some around to the neighbors, including Lindsey. She was the last place I knocked at.

“Oh, hi, Louise! What’s this?”

“You may have spotted the big orange tree in my back yard? They’re coming ripe now, so I wondered if you wanted any.”

“Oh, sure! Won’t you come in?”

I walked into her living room, and then into her kitchen. There were still a few packing boxes around the place, unopened. Obviously she wasn’t one to accomplish things in one fell swoop. In fact, there was a general feeling of disorganization. Mismatched furniture. A rug she’d bought, but hadn’t rolled out yet. Piled-up dishes in her sink. A partly finished bottle of beer. Her TV was on to a soccer game. There were a few photos around showing her with a mix of men and women.

As for Lindsey herself, she had on a bright yellow T-shirt (loose, of course), and cargo shorts, revealing well-toned legs with visible unshaved hair. I thought I detected just the slightest hint of breasts underneath the shirt, with associated nipples, and obviously no bra. I myself was wearing a bra. I always do during the daytime, even when I’m at home alone. It makes me feel, for some reason, more whole. For the first time I noticed just a trace of facial hair on Lindsey; just the faintest trace of a mustache.

“Oh, forgive me,” said Lindsey, with her fairly deep voice (not from smoking), noticing my searching gaze. “This place is still a shambles. I’ve just been too busy, or admittedly too lazy, to get this place into shape.”

Not surprisingly, I had never noticed the slightest touch of makeup on her. No lipstick or eye makeup, nada. No attempt to cover her acne. Then there was that coiled snake tattooed on her arm.

I confess that I fantasized several times about having sex with her. There was something ultra appealing about her indeterminate gender; such a beguiling mix of muscles and strength and pleasant personality. Her immediacy. Then there were her full lips, which I found so sensual. She could’ve been male or female.

I hadn’t had any sex with anyone since Frank died. Playing with myself, sure, but I hadn’t seen or felt the need to have a sexual partner. I had plenty of friends.

Finally — after I’d been wondering if her earlier invite was heartfelt — she did invite me on a birdwatching expedition. I drove her to a parking lot out in the rolling hills five miles out of town. During the ride, Lindsey had been rather quiet. I tried to learn more about her, asking if she still maintained contact with her former partner.

“Only by looking at each other’s Facebook pages,” she answered. “Susan is actually down in Mexico now doing some archeological research. She’s a really smart one, got her Ph.D.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Well, we were together for three years, but I knew it wasn’t going to last. We were just too different. Sure, I miss her a little. She was a great organizer and planner, which I’m not.”

Our bird watch hike was rather boring, to tell the truth. The others could see and hear birds that I simply couldn’t! I got a few pictures of hawks soaring overhead, but very few of birds in trees and bushes. Lindsey seemed right at home with the group, walking effortlessly up hillsides while I inevitably slowed down. She was wearing her cargo shorts and a man’s long-sleeved shirt.

On the way home, I told her about my late husband Frank, who died on a naval base when a jet engine he was working on blew up. I admitted I missed him a lot, and every year on his birthday I went into a deep funk.

“When he passed,” I said, “my whole world went upside down. Raising two girls while working was pretty tough. But I did it.”

Before we parted, I insisted she come over for dinner in a week, and she agreed, remembering to ask if she could bring anything. I said no, because there was so much in my freezer to use, plus things from my veggie garden.

When the day and time arrived, she was only 15 minutes late, and she asked if I wanted to share a doobie. I said sure, and I must say that was powerful stuff. I hadn’t smoked it in 15 years. I asked if weed had become more potent over the years, and she said, “certainly.”

This time, Lindsey was wearing some tan, outdoorsy trousers which had kind of a sheen to them, and tons of pockets (one of which had held her doobie). Her top was a clingy, long-sleeved T-shirt with a wider neck than usual. It was synthetic, not cotton, and it had a slight sheen as well. I could make out some protrusions which for a woman would be some tiny tits, or for a man would be quite-big nipples.

Despite my being rather bombed from the weed, I managed to pull together the meal of spaghetti and meatballs, and a tossed salad. I asked if she wanted some red wine to accompany the tomato sauce on the spaghetti, and she said, in her tenor-toned voice, “Just a little bit, please.”

At my little kitchen table, we sat close enough so that her feet touched mine several times. I don’t know if it was me that pulled quickly away, or her.

We talked.

She was telling me about some of the students at her school, and some of the star athletes (she was a soccer and golf coach for both boys’ and girls’ teams). Sometimes she looked directly into my eyes, and other times she absentmindedly drew imaginary circles on the table. Her hands were definitely not soft and delicate; they were tanned and well defined, with some prominent veins just like a guy’s.

She easily devoured the meal, and asked for seconds on the pasta.

At one point (now we were both a little stoned on both wine and weed) she asked, “Don’t you get lonely here, without your husband and children? I mean, there’s this big house ….”

“Yeah, it can get lonely sometimes, but I get out and walk with friends, take part in church activities, belong to a reading club, and so on. I have several close women friends. But yeah, this all doesn’t take the place of my husband.”

“Have you tried finding a new partner? I mean, with all the computer dating services around these days, it’s not all that difficult.”

I wondered why she was taking this tack — like, was she coming on to me in some way?

“I thought about it,” I said. “I even considered looking for a female partner, because I’m coming to realize, at this stage in my life, that I’m probably bisexual.”

Why did I come up with that? My god, I have NEVER given much thought about being bisexual, NEVER! Now, I thought, in a roundabout way, that I was coming on to her. I’ve lobbed a tennis ball into her side of the court.

She didn’t blink an eye. “Yes,” she said, “people can certainly expand their horizons. As for me — I haven’t mentioned this before — I had several male lovers, and even lived with one for a while, before I met Susan, and developed a big crush on her. I never thought I’d go in that direction, but there I was. It took some adjustments on my part, for sure.”

“What do you mean, adjustments?”

“Ahh,” Lindsey threw her head back and sighed, ” ….. It’s hard to put into words. With men, there were such clearly defined roles. I was the girl, and they were the guy. I cooked, and they mowed the lawn. I dressed more girly back then, and my hair was long, and I played the role the way the way I thought I should. Then I met Susan, who was a very traditional young woman, a girly girl with a very curvy figure, and I learned to, so to speak, wear the pants in the family. I stopped shaving my legs. This was Susan’s second relationship with a woman.”

So, I was finally able to pigeonhole Lindsey.

She continued, “So I morphed over into a more male role, which I kind of liked. It suited me, to make a bad pun.”

So, there I was, listening to all this, seeing her somewhat mannish physical presence, while enjoying her feminine touches and way of speaking, albeit with a deeper tone. I knew about butch women, having met several, and I couldn’t call her butch.

“You like to wear men’s clothes,” I added.

She laughed a little. “Certainly. That’s me. I probably only have one dress to my name, in case I have to go to a wedding or something. I like the outdoorsy look. I like unadorned, thick clothing. But as you might have noticed, I do need my tiny earrings! I do often wear a necklace.”

I wondered what sort of underwear she wore, but wasn’t about to ask.

Soon, we were both getting sleepy, and as she left, we hugged briefly and vowed to get together again. I almost kissed her cheek, but held back. In the hug, I could feel (I thought) her muscular and toned body, a little like a coiled spring, and I was instantly turned on.

That night in bed, I fantasized about making it with her. I would undress her, and then she, me. As I fingered myself laying there, I pictured her coiling onto me in bed (like the tattoo on her arm), and aggressively kissing me and then rubbing my cunt with her thigh. I would feel her muscles and the little hairs on her face.

The next time we got together, she came over to help me build a walk-in cage for my hawk. She was a natural with a saw, hammer and nails. I had bought all of the materials and drew out a little plan, and she went to work. I stood by, mostly, and admired her muscles and energy. She was in a good humor and very direct and decisive when she put her mind to something. After three hours, the whole thing was built. I was totally impressed.

Afterwards, I thanked her with another dinner. She went home to shower, and returned, wearing sexy patterned leggings that nicely displayed her buns, and a looser turtleneck top. We shared another joint. I thanked her for the smoke and the job.

She liked my home-made vegetarian pizza and salad, and then asked if I’d ever seen the TV crime show, “Top Dog.”

I would’ve agreed to watch anything with her, so we made ourselves comfortable on my sofa as I streamed it. She’d already seen the early episodes, so we tuned into season 1, episode 7. The lead character was a wise-cracking woman, know-it-all detective with a male go-fer sidekick who made her coffee and contributed to her ego. I could see how Lindsey identified with the detective.

We were sitting there enjoying the show and from time to time I looked over at her so intently watching the screen. Honestly, I wanted her to make a move on me. I was ready and willing. I ached for her to make a move. But she didn’t. She was just very pleasant, and laughed at the right places and during commercials drank some wine I supplied.

Afterward, when it was dark outside, we talked for a while. I asked her if she wanted some help organizing her house and getting everything set up. At this point I just wanted more time with her. To maybe accidentally touch her!

“Oh,” she said, “thank you so much. I know I’m slow at doing those things. But it’s me that’s gotta do it, you know.”

“I had meant to mention,” I said, “how much I like your leggings. They’re kind of sexy. Where’d’you get them?”

“Susan got them for me. She liked them too. They’re a little revealing don’t you think? … and I don’t think I’d ever wear them out in public, but here, yes.”

“Well, you have such a nice figure, and they do you well!”

“Thanks so much, Louise.” She reached over and ever so briefly touched my shoulder.

As she left that evening, we hugged again. This time the hug was longer and a little more demonstrative, and I put my head alongside hers and kissed her ear. She just hugged me a little tighter and then she kissed my ear too. And then she looked directly into my eyes and smiled broadly and said, “Louise, you smell nice. I love your perfume.”

I wasn’t wearing any perfume!

(To be continued)

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Both Leah and Chris are 18. The events occurred the summer before they begin their freshman year in college.

This chapter has been slightly edited from the original.

*

The wildfires in California had been devastating for so many families. I always paid attention because we have relatives who live in California. It seemed otherworldly because, as usual, the bad always happened to strangers, not to anyone we knew. This year that changed. My aunt and uncle’s house burned along with about 100 others.

Watching the fires build and spread on the news reports was surreal. We recognized the community since we had visited so often. Watching the fire spread and grow was frightening. I just knew they would contain it before it reached my relatives home. But they didn’t. To our horror, we watched their lovely home become engulfed in flames with its towering plume of smoke adding to the dense cloud of smoke pouring from the raging inferno that was causing so much damage and heart ache.

Fortunately, my aunt, uncle and cousin were safe. They were able to get out with a few things such as important documents, pictures and a few changes of clothes. But, their house was a total loss.

College hadn’t started yet so my aunt, uncle and my parents agreed my cousin should come and stay with us while my Aunt Kay and Uncle Jack began to put their lives and home back together. A daunting task to say the least. Everyone felt it would be less stressful for their family if Leah lived with us during the initial phases of getting things put in order.

Leah arrived and was installed in my brother’s old bedroom. My older brother Jim was married and living with his wife just a few miles away. Leah and I would share the bathroom located at the end of the hallway. Our two bedrooms were mirror images of each other and actually connected by a large pocket door.

When the downstairs area had been remodeled, my brother and I were still little and my parents thought it would be fun for us to be able to have one big room, but still be able to close the door and have two separate rooms when needed. I needed that open door when we first moved downstairs because I was afraid of being alone. Having that door open and my big brother right there made all the difference.

My cousin and I are the same age and we actually get along quite well. I hadn’t seen her in over a year. Leah was quite despondent. She really tried to be in a good mood, but the first few days were very hard for her. Thinking about all the things she had lost, being separated from her parents and friends and now having to stay with her relatives, well to say the least, she was under a lot of stress.

As the days passed, her parents assured her that things were going well. The finances were going to be fine, plans for rebuilding were in the works, but they were still trying to find a suitable apartment for the entire family to be comfortable in while the rebuilding of their home was accomplished.

The routine Eskort Kız gradually adjusted and became more natural as Leah integrated into our family. We adjusted, she adjusted and without even noticing, it was almost like she had always been there. We became very relaxed and natural in our new routines and the sharing of our space. Both of us were being as considerate as possible especially with bathroom use and time.

Occasionally, Leah and I would have awkward moments as we transitioned from the bathroom. After taking showers, thinking the other was gone, or still in bed, or upstairs, or whatever, you know how you mindlessly do things, one of us would make a dash to our room not quite covered and the other would be coming or going and catch a glimpse of something usually covered. A sorry would be said, or not, and on we would go.

One day, I came out of my room and couldn’t help but notice Leah through her slightly ajar bedroom door. She was standing in partial profile to me in the process of dressing. All she had on were brief white panties. I froze. I couldn’t move or take my eyes off of her. She was hooking her bra. Her fingers worked the clasp just beneath her naked breasts. The thumbs of each hand pressed into the base of each breast, the twisting movements of her fingers causing her breast tissue to jiggle and ripple. Each breast was crowned with a full puffy pink nipple. Her plump nipples were like perfectly formed little breasts crowning already flawless mounds of softness. I was mesmerized by the swaying movement of her breasts and nipples as she manipulated the bra.

Leah’s hands slowly spun the cups of her bra around her torso and then carefully raised them into place obscuring my view. As her breasts disappeared from site, I snapped out of my trance, backed into my room and quietly closed my door.

I immediately and noisily reopened the door and quickly stepped into the hallway. I nonchalantly looked in at my cousin who was now buttoning a blouse. The blouse tail just barely reached mid-point of her bum. Her white panties were visible and oh so provocative. Leah glanced at me, smiled turned her eyes back to her task and resumed buttoning her blouse without so much as a blush or move to hide herself from my sight. I continued on to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled out my penis to pee and noted with some astonishment that I was half hard and rapidly growing.

Fantasies about women, even cousins, are not unusual for guys. Yes, I had fantasized about Leah. Only in passing though. But what I suddenly realized, the last year had brought about some changes in Leah and apparently myself. She had always been cute I guess, but now, she was gorgeous. And my god, what great tits. I was responding to her sexually. Jesus, my cousin, what was this all about? I wasn’t supposed to do this.

I closed my eyes and clearly saw her breasts jiggling and rippling with the movement of her hands. I couldn’t stop thinking about her incredible nipples. What would they feel like? I wanted to touch them. I wanted to taste them and suckle them.

My cock was now fully erect. I pulled my shorts and underwear down around my ankles, sat on the toilet and masturbated my erect and very tense penis. I had to have release. I couldn’t believe how turned on I had become. I stroked myself and quickly climaxed into a wad of toilet tissue. As I sat there recovering from my orgasm, there was a light tap on the door.

“Chris? Is everything alright?” asked my cousin’s soft voice.

“Yeah. Fine. Almost done. I’ll be right out,” I stammered as I stood, dropped the semen filled tissue into the toilet and flushed it. My penis, now nearly flaccid, easily went back into my shorts. I washed and dried my hands, opened the door and walked past Leah.

“You sure? It sounded like you were having trouble breathing or something.”

“No, I’m fine.” I said as I continued back to my room. “Jesus,” I thought to myself, “I must have been really moaning or something. Be more careful. How fucking embarrassing is that?”

A few nights later, I had finished brushing my teeth and washing my face and was on my way back to my bedroom. As I was passing Leah’s door, I thought I could hear her crying. It was very soft, almost inaudible. My heart clutched in my chest. I thought she was doing fine and quite happy. But obviously she was still having bouts of sadness and anxiety.

I tapped on her door. She didn’t respond, but the crying stopped. I knocked again and asked, “Leah, may I come in?” There was still no response. I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. It wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open and looked in. Leah was curled up on her side almost in a fetal position. She looked at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen. Her cheeks were wet with the tears she had been nearly silently crying. My heart almost broke. I went and sat on the floor by her bed.

“Leah, I had no idea. I wish I could make you feel better.”

Leah sighed, reached out and put her hand on my cheek. “Chris, you have made me feel better. You have been so sweet. I don’t cry nearly as much. I just get homesick and then I realize, I don’t even have a home.”

And with that, she rolled away hiding her face and sobbed. Her shoulders shook with each sobbing cry. I couldn’t stand it. I got up beside her and put my arms around her and hugged her tight. Slowly, the sobs lessened and stopped. Her breathing became regular. She had cried herself to sleep. I held her for several more minutes not wanting to disturb or awaken her peaceful slumber. Finally, I carefully released her, tiptoed out of her room and silently closed her door.

Lying in my bed, my heart still ached for my cousin. As I drifted toward the edges of sleep, I heard the pocket door between our rooms glide open. The sound of soft steps across the floor ended with the covers being lifted and the weight of a body slipping into my bed beside me. I smelled my cousin’s fragrance as she nestled up and pressed her back against my side.

“Please hold me. I can’t sleep,” she whispered softly.

I rolled onto my side and slipped my arms around her as I spooned against her back. Her hands clasped mine against her chest. We nestled and moved into a position of comfort. In a few minutes, her grip on my hands relaxed, her breathing deepened and became regular. She slumbered peacefully in my arms. The warmth of her body felt so good through the thin material of her nightgown. The soft swell of her breasts pressed against the sides of my hands where she still held them against herself.

Her bum was firmly compressed against my pelvis. Her closeness, her warmth, her smell was all too much. My body responded. My penis slowly engorged and elongated. I was mortified. What would my cousin think? I pulled my pelvis gently back trying to hold my penis away from her bum. My penis briefly had room for it to spring up from its downward orientation, which was becoming very uncomfortable, to an upward pointing freedom. My cousin snuggled back in her sleep regaining the snug spoon fit that seemed to pacify her and allowed her to sleep.

Leah sighed as she wiggled her butt snugly against my engorging and stiffening penis. As she wiggled her bum, my penis slid into the warm groove formed by the cheeks of her warm backside. Just as my penis was nestling into her bum crack, her hands released my hands and dropped to the bed. Her breasts were now resting against the palms of my hands. Warm, round and full. She wiggled again. God, I couldn’t take it. My hips involuntarily pressed my cock against her bum and more deeply into the groove of her ass. It felt so good. I just barely rocked my hips and the tip of my penis felt the delicious friction as it pressed into her crack.

In her sleep, she reached up and pressed my hands tightly against her breasts. I cupped the luscious warm mounds in my hands. I forced myself to not caress them. But, I held her in my arms, and could not help but enjoy the sensation and warmth of her breasts against the palms of my hands.

She kept shifting in her sleep against my penis. I tried to lie still. Her little movements caused involuntary movements of my own in response. The tip of my cock was being gently masturbated whether I wanted it to be or not. An orgasm was building. What was I going to do? There was nothing I could do. It was here. My penis flexed and contracted uncontrollably against her ass. I ejaculated. My sperm laden semen erupted and was trapped in the underwear I slept in.

Leah sighed in her sleep and pressed more firmly against me. I knew the moisture of my ejaculate was soaking not only my underwear, but hers as well. I knew that her skin would be wet from the moisture seeping through the fabric. The thought curiously pleased me. Knowing that the semen that had spewed from my body was now in contact with her body excited me greatly. I pressed my soft penis firmly into her crack. I could feel the soggy material of my underwear press and stick against her flesh.

I fell asleep with my cousin in my arms.

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CHAPTER 1

With her fortieth birthday hurtling towards her, Bobbi Crawford decided what had until now been unthinkable: It was time she had an affair.

She knew if she were caught out husband Deacon and their twins Roy and Rose would be devastated through perhaps not Roy, who at nineteen already had a reputation for being a lady’s man. Bobbi hoped that meant a very young lady’s man.

Once her guilt diminished Bobbi looked in the mirror and thought her shaggy blonde hair was overdue for highlighting. It had been a little tough coming to the decision to commit adultery, although she suspected Deacon played around. She lifted up her breasts and thought her bra straps would need tightening if she where to hook a guy. She sighed thinking the decisions ahead of her would be simple compared with the momentous decision to stray.

So what now?

She felt embarrassed even thinking about it but decided she’d have to remain positive if she were to get some lucky guy between her legs.

Bobbi frowned. Did guys think women of forty were still interested in doing it?

Hell yes, men weren’t that stupid. Or where they?

She called her mom.

“Hi darling,” said Jill. “How is management of the family?”

“Fine. Mom do you still have sex?”

There was silence.

“Mom?”

“Don’t be impatient. I was considering how to reply delicately. Do you mean with your father?”

“Yes,” Bobbi said, her mind reeling. Her mom was indicating in the nicest possible way she had sex with other guys. Her mother!

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Because that gives your authority to answer my next question. Would men think women of say forty-five are still interested in sex?”

“Good heavens yes. Men never stop sniffing around until their libido dies on them. Who is this woman in trouble… one of your friends?”

Bobbi made up a name. “Yes Fiona,”

“Oh is she a new friend? I’ve not heard you use that name before.”

“Mom I think Fiona is thinking of having an affair. She’s a little older than us and asked over coffee yesterday did any of us think guys would be interested in a woman aged about forty-five who was looking for casual sex?”

“How casual?”

“That wasn’t discussed. I’d think perhaps once a week.”

Her mom sounded interested and said that was sufficiently frequent to be set up in an apartment and be financially maintained if the guy was well heeled.

“Fiona is married.”

“Oh the little slut,” Jill laughed. “She sounds fun.”

Bobbi said no one in the group had any experience of extramarital sex and were unable to advise her where to do it, although Jo did suggest the bath.”

Her mom chuckled and said that must have raised a mini uproar.

“Yes but it didn’t answer the question.”

“If the guy is experienced at slipping into women on the sly he’ll know the hotels that offer rooms on an hourly rate.”

“Slipping into women on the sly? Mom I’ve never heard you talk coarsely like that.”

“Well when did you last have a girl-to-girl chat to me about illicit sex darling?”

“Oh I see. Um there’s someone at the door.”

“It’s probably Fiona wanting to have sex with you because she can’t find a man.”

“But men wanting casual sex are a dime a dozen.”

“Your are so innocent darling. You’d find it impossible to believe how difficult it is to nail one. Bye.”

Difficult? How could it be difficult? Wherever one looked there was a man almost touching his genitals while watching the ass or back of the legs of some babe walking by or his eyes would be protruding almost out of their sockets as he tried to look down the gaping top of some poor unsuspecting woman’s dress. What on earth was so challenging when he must know in almost all cases he’d not see nipples?

Bobbi Escort poured coffee, her hand shaking slightly as she grappled with the thought of men other than her father ‘slipping into’ her mother. Why would her mom be seeking sex at her age? At that Bobbi was aware she was in uncharted territory. How much did she really know about sex? She could almost justify having an affair as being a reasonable way of advancing her education.

Well enough of those diversions. Bobbi thought of all the guys she must not have sex with. They included her girlfriend’s partners, her husband’s pals, Rev. Brown, her father and his two brothers, her brother but she wouldn’t wish to exclude his sexy wife, men at work, males in her neighborhood. There, that was about it. So who was left?

Coffee cup raised to her lips Bobbi stared at the blank wall in front of her and accepted her mind was just as blank. There was no one left she could have sex with, at least no one she knew and would feel comfortable at allowing him to ‘slip in’.

Oh come on, there had to be someone.

She burst into tears, feeling abandoned.

Bobbi reached for the phone to call one of the best advisers in the business, her mom. But dropped the phone when she realized so felt so depressed she’d probably confess to her mom she was unable to have her planned affair because there was no suitable male in her life to do it with.

Ten minutes later Bobbi pulled on an old pair of jeans, a green polo that really ought to be in the wash and an ill-fitting leather vest, deciding to go to the fish market. No one dressed up to go to that smelly place. She entered her favorite premises, King Neptune’s. A guy looking slightly panicky turned and said to her, “How do you buy fish?”

For heavens sake who educated men?

“You buy a whole fish, a whole fillet or point to a pile and say x pieces please, x being your required number of servings or simply say eight ounces or any other weight of you choice of fish.”

“What choice do I have?”

“The names of the type of fish are on the trays along with the prices.”

He continued to look dopey.

Bobbi sighed and asked how many persons did he have to by for?

“Just me. My wife is away and I’m sick of pizza and her pre-prepared frozen servings for one.”

“Right I’ll buy and you come home and eat with me.”

“But I don’t know you.”

“But I recognize you. You are Rod Fiskin, the award-winning child photographer. If mothers trust you to photographer their children I ought to be trusting enough to take you home to feed you.”

“I really can’t accept.”

“Please yourself. Just ask for ten pounds of shark and grapple with that in your kitchen.”

“Is that a joke?”

“Jesus,” Bobbi fumed. “You are pathetic.”

She walked off to the far end of the display to look at the cod.

He arrived beside her and said, “I apologize for being an idiot. Usually I’m not this stupid, or at least I don’t think so. I was panicking, being in territory unknown.”

“Accepted,” Bobbi smiled, looking up at him.

He looked at her stunned, and whispered, “Jesus.”

“What’s wrong now?”

“You are the face they desire.”

“Look Mr Fiskin. This is becoming a little tiring.”

“You don’t understand. If I front up with your photograph and they accept it we could split the $30,000. I accept your offer of a fish dinner.”

“I rescinded that offer.”

“No you didn’t. You just walked away in a huff because I didn’t get your joke.”

It was a standoff.

She finally buckled under his determined stare. “Very well follow me home to dinner. My husband and two children are away for the weekend.”

“I’m pleased about that.”

She glared at him.

“It means I can talk to you about the Skylark Lavender project in peace.”

“Is it to be marketed in this country?”

“Yes,” Rod said, looking surprised. “You know about the product.”

“My beautician imports it. It is a blend of essential oil produced from Scottish and French lavender.”

“Yes and the makers intend launching it country-wide here in a multi-million-dollar marketing push. The advertising agency has sent out an SOS for ‘the face’ to launch the project. Your skin looks great, you are honey blonde and your eyes are azure.”

“Well yes but…”

“Point to me another woman with that combination in the thirty-five to forty-five age group? Believe me they are rare. Eliminate the uncooperative ones and you make that number extremely rare.”

“I’m no model.”

“Can you keep still and accept instruction?”

“Are we talking sex?” she giggled and Rod grinned and said she really did have humor.

Slightly embarrassed Bobbi said she believed she could take instruction and then noticed Rod was staring at her breasts. She felt compelled to say it so said it, “Are you missing sex?”

Rod shook his head clear and said simply, “Missing my wife, yes.”

At that point Bobbi assumed she’d landed a potential seducer but the timing was not right to press that line of thought.

As they were leaving King Neptune’s, Rod asked could they go to his studio for some test shots after dinner.

“This fish is in ice. Why don’t we do that first?”

“You are very cooperative. A great idea.”

Bobbi followed him in her car.

Outside the studio Rod opened the door of her coupe.

She said, “I show quite a lot getting out of this low-slung vehicle.”

He promised he’d live after taking in such a sight and they laughed. Bobbi slid out without showing anything because she was in jeans.

He mocked her. “In future please wear a tight skirt.

“Just a skirt?”

He grinned and she decided to say no more.

The upstairs studio was formerly a restaurant. The bar was still in place. He walked behind the bar and asked, “A drink to relax you while we tour.”

“A vodka martini please.”

“My drink too.”

After the tour, not that there was much to see but she was interested in the choice of backdrops parents could choose from, Rod led Bobbi back to the make-up room.

“This is a not-often used technique to relax a model. May I kiss you?”

Bobbi stared at him until his eyes flicked nervously.

“Yes I’d like that.”

The kiss was unhurried and she though very much like being kissed by her mother… soft and sweet.

He broke away and as if emphasizing who was in control. “There’s a fairly full range of make-up in front of you. For photography you need to exaggerate application but for this test your eyelashes are okay. You’ll need extensions for the proper shoot but I’ll bring in a professional make-up artist. Your share taken from the thirty grand I’ll get if my portfolio of you is accepted will be ten grand but if you are finally the choice of model you may well be offered contract paying fifty grand. If you get that far don’t accept anything less and hold out for the right to pocket appearance money.”

“So this could go beyond a studio shoot?”

“Yes, TV appearances, visits to some of the fashion cities of the world and visits to lavender fields in France and Scotland.”

“Why me?”

“Who knows who’ll it will be? An internationally known woman would be my pick but the product is new and fresh in this country and the decision makers may go for a new and fresh face. You have a penetrating stare and that could well be the winning edge if accompanied by a smile, especially a whimsical smile.”

After taking thirty exposures Rod said that was enough. He ran through the digital images s in sequence on a monitor and they discussed them objectively.

Near the end of the run saw she had appeared less self-conscious and seemed to be projecting with greater depth and told Rod that.

“Correct. You are very observant. When we do the real shoot could you wear something to show cleavage.”

Bobbi knew this was her chance? “So you wish to take a couple of shots now with me just in my bra.”

She noticed Rod drop a hand below his right hip.

Oooh, she had him interested, Bobbi thought.

“Yeah that could be a good idea.”

Bobbi said, “Help me remove my top. If we do that carefully I won’t need to return to make-up.

When lifting up the front of the top, Rod braced around her left thigh for some reason and Bobbi could feel an erection that appeared to be growing. She eased the neck opening of her top over the back of her combed hair. The removal of the garment was accomplished with ease and Bobbi had expected that, knowing she could have done that herself. Only then did she conclude Rod must have leaned against her thigh like that so she could feel his erection. She swallowed and felt her nipples tighten.

Rod coaxed her into the position he wanted, twice pulling up her left breast and inch and pushing her other one down, explaining he was going for the right balanced angle. Bobbi was feeling her nipples were about to pop through her bra. God she was horny.

When he’d taken the two shots he stood behind his camera and said, “I’d like to see you without your bra.”

Bobbi thought she bet he did but said, “I droop a bit if unsupported.”

“I’d expect that.”

“Well if you want them bared you remove my bra.”

He hesitated and leaned round her to unclip the bra with practiced ease leaving Bobbi to wonder who else received this attention.

He pulled the bra away and sighed, “Oh what beauties.”

Now or never, Bobbi thought and said softly, attempting to hide any tremor in her voice, “Kiss them Rod and then kiss me.”

He obliged and as his tongue slipped into her mouth Bobbi reached down and held on to his erection under his pants to ensure he knew he’d been given the green light to proceed.

“You are a beautiful woman,” he purred, squeezing a tit.

Bullshit she almost giggled. “Is this dick for me?”

She saw the look. He couldn’t believe it was all on.

Rod undid her jeans and dropped them, pulling down her panties as he pushed them down and he licked the inside of her thighs as Bobbi stepped out of the garments he was holding low down. She then spread her knees and pushed his head in to her pussy.

She sighed as his tongue entered, aware she was now dripping. Judging by the way Rod was munching he was all in favor of free-running lube.

They fucked quickly and just before he ejaculated he asked, “Is it okay for fire deep inside?”

“Yes please,” she whimpered, feeling on the verge of a big release.

Rod followed her home and as they got out of their vehicles he said, “You have a lovely home. Why did you choose to have sex with me? You must know I can’t influence the final choice of model.”

“I decided recently I wasn’t getting enough sex and it had become very static. For example these days I’m not fucked on the kitchen table.”

“Well you will be tonight after I’ve eaten you out with you sprawled along the breakfast bar.”

“Oh Rod.”

“Yeah and there’s more. You are a really good fuck Bobbi,” he said as they entered the house. “I have some buddies, all clean-cut professional guys who would be interested in you. I guarantee they are top-shelf.”

“Okay, thanks. But only one at the time.”

“I suggest you don’t hasten to decide about that.”

“Oooh that’s making my pussy twitch.”

“Well please allow me to attend to that,” Rod leered, taking Bobbi by the arm. “Let’s get you up on to the breakfast bar.”

THE END

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