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A Woman of Essence: Confrontation

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I was sitting in my apartment just off campus during the winter break, relaxing, happy that classes were done, and since I had the day off from work, I was being a bum, lounging in my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. All my apartment mates had gone back home for a couple weeks, but I decided to stay at school, intending to visit home during Christmas, but all together done with the past and what my hometown would bestow upon me.

As I mindlessly watched Sportscenter, there was an unexpected knock on the door. I begrudgingly left my comfortable place on the couch, attending to the knock. Opening the door, I stood wide-eyed in disbelief. Standing there with a giddy smile on her face and a small bag in her hand was my ex-girlfriend, Lori.

“Surprise babe! I have missed you so much.”

With that she threw her arms up over my shoulders hugging me tight to her. The smell of her shampoo was startlingly familiar, agitating my cock immediately. Her body felt divine, and her hot breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. I half-heartedly returned her hug and then pulled back looking at her with disbelief. Doubt, fear, and pain swirled in my mind as a flood of buried feelings surged forward.

“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in? It has been too long, and I just needed to see you. My semester ended last week and when I went over to your house, your mom told me you were staying at school and just coming home Christmas Day. So, I decided to surprise you. I have missed you so much babe. Have you missed me?”

Still dumbfounded, I moved my right leg back and opened my right arm to allow Lori in the apartment. With doubt, confusion, and angst swirling in my mind, I stupidly stood, as if I had just been caught with a right hook. (What the fuck is she doing here? After all this time? After what she did to me? Fuck, fuck, fuck,). My stomach tightened and began to form the hollow ball of emptiness deep inside again. All my insecurities, doubts, and pain flooded back, consuming my thoughts, clouding my mind, rendering me speechless.

Although it was 10 am, I immediately went to the fridge grabbed a beer, taking a long chug, then offering Lori a drink.

“Would you like some lemonade, milk, white wine, beer, water?”

“Oh, no, I am good, but I certainly want to know all about your fall semester.”

Lori was sitting on the couch, legs crossed in front of her Indian style, with the crotch of her shorts pulled tight up against her, outlining that succulent pussy of hers. Her pussy brought me so much pleasure, tasted so sweet, but also constantly haunted me when she left. Even though I was caught reminiscing about her succulent pussy, I was cognizant enough to sit in the chair opposite her.

Pouting, Lori asked, “Don’t you want to sit near me?” Pausing, staring at me with those deep blue eyes, she continued. “But, I get it, it is a lot to take in all at once. I know I hurt you babe and that I really have no right to ask, but have you been thinking about me?”

“Lori, I, well, I, hmmmm, let’s just take it slow. I am not really comfortable discussing all that happened just now. How about we just ease into that subject.”

We talked for roughly three hours, ordering a pizza, laughing and filling each other in on our lives. Lori told me about Aaron, the guy she “loved” and dumped me for and I informed Lori about Simone, my girlfriend.

“I am really happy for you Rick. You deserve to be happy, but there is no doubt that you and I still have a connection. You can’t even bring yourself to sit near me.”

With that, she walked over to me, sat on my lap, placing her arms around my neck. She kissed me deeply and in a moment of weakness, I returned her kiss. All the old feelings came back, flooding my senses, taking me back five months previous, making love, cuddling, reveling in each other and our love.

Snapping out of my reminiscing, I found clarity, abruptly standing up, with Lori sliding off of my lap and onto the floor.

“Lori, like I said, I have a girlfriend. Yes, I still care for you deeply, but I am not going to cheat on her like you did to me. I would never want to put anyone through the pain that I felt. It is not right, and Simone is too good of a person.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, but I am not going to stop trying. Do you mind if I hang out with you for a bit? I have enjoyed your company, and I certainly do want to work on repairing our relationship, even if it is just as friends.”

Although I knew it was out of weakness and ill-advised, I agreed and we went back to talking, laughing, and having some drinks together. I drank beer while Lori drank some white wine.

Around 4:00, Simone walked into the apartment after a day at work. She was staying here since none of my roommates were around. She immediately looked at Lori, then at me, then back at Lori. She scowled, knowing exactly who Lori was. I could tell that she was a bit disappointed in me since I did not tell Lori to leave immediately, but she also knew the impact that Lori had on me, even though we had not been in contact for five months, and this fact was not lost on Simone.

“Simone, hhhey, th-th-this is …”

“I Beylikdüzü travesti know who the fuck this is. This is that stupid ass bitch who dumped your ass. This is the cunt who fucked around on you and broke your heart. She is the one who made you a shell of who you really are. This is fucking Lori.”

Taken aback, staring into Simone’s dark brown eyes, I knew to shut up. Simone was beautiful, articulate, intelligent, and her athletic honey brown, 5′ 8″ body was like no other. Her legs were long, her body lithe, and her breasts a solid C cup Her black hair was usually pulled back in a bun, making my black Goddess appear more intimidating than needed. She carried herself with grace, class, and dignity, usually hiding behind glasses and conservative clothes which hid her gorgeous ass and beautiful body. Conversely, Lori was roughly 5′ 5″, blond, with pouty lips, blue eyes, and D cup tits, along with a plump, but not as shapely ass. She usually dressed in provocative clothes, always teasing, always advertising, always seeking attention. Lori was an average student, more concerned with herself and her needs, and not as worldly a thinker as Simone. Where Simone was aware of current world and national events, Lori was concerned with the latest sale at the local mall.

Simone walked over to Lori, who was sitting indignantly. The smug look on Lori’s face suggested she knew the impact she still had on me, knew all she needed was time, and assumed this new woman was no test for her and not a challenge.

“So bitch, you thought you could come back and claim your ex? You thought that he would cave in and grovel at your feet? You finally realized what you are missing and now you want him back.”

“N-n-n-nooo, that isn’t….”

Before Lori could say another word, Simone smacked her hard across the face.

“Shut the fuck up bitch. I know why you are here!”

Lori tried to speak again, but Simone smacked her even harder on the same cheek and then smacked her hard on her right cheek.

“I said shut the fuck up bitch! You fucked Rick over for the last time and I am going to make damn sure that you have no chance of taking him from me, not a short, fat assed, airhead with a C average and even worse taste in men. I know all about how you cheated, fucked over, and then left Rick. Rick and I were friends before we fucked, so, he shared everything with me. It’s more than I can say for your slutty ass who will fuck any swinging dick that looks her Smurf looking ass way.”

With that, Simone grabbed a handful of Lori’s hair, pulled her up off of the couch, and shoved her to the ground.

“Why don’t you just kneel here by the couch, as that is where you belong. It is strange that you came to visit on a weekend, with an overnight bag, hmmmm, bitch, you sure you are not trying to steal my man?”

I had never heard Simone speak this way, let alone act as she was. She had gone primal, and like a feral cat, she was protecting her turf. I was enthralled with this side of this beautiful woman. Amazed at her aggressiveness, forceful nature, and tenacity, my cock reacted in kind by growing rigid and rock hard as I watched Simone belittle and degrade my ex.

“Rick, get your ass over here, pull those pajamas off, and sit on the couch. Let this cunt see what she is missing.”

I quickly complied with Simone’s directive, sitting down with my cock at full attention, harder, if possible, from Simone’s surfacing dominance.

Looking down at Lori, she pointedly stated, “I can’t believe you would let go of a man like Rick. At least you could have found someone bigger or more satisfying, but no, you decided to fuck around with less worthy men. Well, my little blond bitch, you are not claiming this cock back. It is all mine.”

Lori dropped her eyes, but Simone yanked on the fist of hair she still held and slapped Lori again.

“Bitch, you will watch everything that happens, and if you do not follow my directions completely, then you will think those slaps are love taps. Am I clear?”

Tears began to stream down Lori’s face, but she obediently shook her head, affirming that she understood Simone. During this entire interaction, I was rock hard, pre-cum already leaking from my cock. I had never seen this side of Simone, the aggressiveness, the possessiveness, the power, and the dominance. At that very moment, the last vestiges of my desire for Lori disappeared. Simone then stripped, knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth, licking its length, sucking the head, and driving halfway down it while swirling her tongue on it. Simone took my cock out of her mouth and addressed Lori.

“How the fuck could you be so stupid as to give up such a nice cock. He is long and thick. In fact, his cock is perfect, eight inches long and a circumference of six inches. Moreover, he knows how to use it. He tastes amazing, not all funky like some men, and he eats pussy better than any man I have ever encountered.”

Lori just stared straight ahead, lost in space, not saying a word, shocked.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Bitch, when I ask you a question, you will Beylikdüzü travestiileri answer it. What the fuck were you thinking giving up this fine hunk of cock? You must be one stupid cunt.”

“I, I, I, uhhhhh, yes, I am a stupid cunt. Rick has the best cock I have ever experienced. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Clearly you weren’t, but your ignorance is my reward. Now just kneel there and see how a real woman shows appreciation for her man.”

Simone immediately took the entirety of my cock down her throat, deep throating me several times until I was bucking into her mouth. She had a devious smile on her face, staring into my eyes, she turned around and straddled me reverse cowgirl, lining my cock up to her pussy entrance, then slowly easing down little by little, sliding down the entirety of my cock assisted by the overwhelming juices dripping from her pussy. Once I was deep inside of her she ground her hips, pulling off an inch or two, then back down, working her g-spot, on her way to her first orgasm. I held her hips as she rode me, leaning back as I kissed her back and neck, sucking the sweat off of her as she worked harder.

“MMMMMMMMM, YES, FUCK, HE IS SO FUCKING THICK, SO FUCKING HARD, NICE AND LONG, HITTING MY CERVIX, FILLING ME. UHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHHH!”

Simone came hard on my cock, juices running down her inner thighs and onto my legs, leaning back and resting on my chest, purring, groaning gently. Resting comfortably, my cock was still buried deep inside of her magnificent pussy. As she laid back on me, I kissed and nibbled her neck as my hands firmly gripped her sweet breasts, gently manipulating her nipples, brushing and tweaking them. Her pussy walls stopped gripping my cock as she began to relax a bit as we gently pet each other in her after climax glow.

“Tell me again, bitch, why would you give up such a nice cock? It is perfect. You just threw it away,” Simone asked as she stared straight at Lori.

“I, I, ummm, I don’t know,” replied Lori with tears flowing down her face.

“I bet if I let you have some of his cock that you would even swallow his cum, wouldn’t you? I heard you thought you were too good to swallow his seed when you dated.”

“UHH, yes, Simone, yes, I would swallow his cum if you let me.”

“Hmmmm, we will see about that, maybe if you are lucky, I will let you eat some of his cum.”

Oddly, Lori had a twinge of excitement at being spoken to in this manner. She knew that she had fucked up and probably lost Rick for good, but this woman who was talking down to her was intoxicating, sexy, and did know how to use Rick’s cock. Simone was in control and for a reason not known to Lori, her pussy was sopping as she knelt before her ex-lover and his woman.

Simone then turned around, faced me, and plunged back down on my cock. She kissed me, caressed my shoulders and sucked on my neck. Feeling her tits on my chest, her tongue on my neck, and her fingernails tracing along my back and the rest of my body sent me into a fog of ecstasy. I shuddered as she continued to rub her nails up and down my sides, relishing her pussy as it gripped my cock, all the while working herself to another orgasm, using my cock for her pleasure while still exploring the entirety of my body. After cumming again, she popped off of me, standing with liquid dripping down her legs.

“Baby, it’s time for you to fuck me. I need you to show the blond bimbo what pussy that you love and own. I want you to pound me and show me how much you need me.”

I jumped off the couch, grabbed Simone by the ass cheeks, lifting her up and laying her down on the couch. Placing her ankles up on my shoulders, exposing her juicy pussy, I placed the head of my cock at her entrance.

“Don’t fucking tease me Rick. Shove that beautiful cock deep in me, fuck my brains out and show that stupid bitch what she is missing.”

I pushed deep inside of Simone in one thrust. Grabbing just above her tight waist, I drove into her over and over, pushing deep and hard. She orgasmed after ten thrusts and continued to cum all over my cock. With her finely manicured fingernails digging into the top of my shoulders, and then ripping down my back, leaving it with noticeable marks, she came intensely on my cock, scratching and pulling, egging me on to cum deep inside of her. After driving into her, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock, I glanced over at Lori who kneeled obediently, entranced by the site of our lovemaking. Then, reconnecting with Simone’s deep dark eyes, I came deep inside of her. Savoring each thrust, as I spurted over and over, filling her with my cum, Simone came again, accepting my juice, smiling, and savoring each thrust and spurt. After depositing my load deep inside of my ebony princess and releasing her legs from my shoulders, I collapsed on her, feeling her beautiful breasts against my chest, heaving breaths against each other. Relishing the feel of her silky ebony skin, her intoxicating smell of arousal, and intensity of lust still apparent in her heavy but normalizing breathing, I fell even deeper under Simone’s spell.

My flaccid cock eventually travesti Beylikdüzü slipped from her glorious pussy, juices glistened on its length as well as running out of her beautiful, dark, ebony pussy. I rolled off of her and looked down at the beautiful masterpiece of a woman. Simone lustily smiled at me, caressed the side of my face with her hand, and then ran her hand through my hair. She reached up, while simultaneously pulling my face to her, kissed me deeply.

“Let’s make use of this cheating slut bitch my dear.”

With that, Simone fisted Lori’s hair again, pulling her head down toward her crotch.

“I said you may be able to eat his cum my dear, and now you have your chance. Suck my cunt.”

Lori hesitated, stared at Simone’s beautiful ebony crotch, leaking the contrasting white cum and her much clearer pussy juices. Simone pulled Lori’s face to the wetness, her nose pressed against Simone’s clit and lips. Lori tentatively stuck out her tongue. The sensation of licking another woman’s pussy filled with her ex-boyfriend’s cum was overwhelming. Overcome by lust and a need to taste Rick’s cum and Simone’s essence, she began lapping at Simone’s filled pussy. Sucking deeply on the mixture of Rick’s cum and Simone’s sweet juices, Lori became enthralled with the folds of Simone’s labia basted in cum. Licking and sucking, pulling out all of the whiteness deep inside of Simone, Lori then focused on Simone’s clit. Simone pulled Lori’s head in tighter and fucked her mouth with her pussy, working aggressively to another orgasm. Meanwhile, I became hard again. Watching Lori clean Simone was one of the more intense sexual acts I had ever seen.

Simone saw my rock hard cock and a satisfied smile spread across her face. Pleased that I liked the show, she pursed her lips and simulated a kiss. Lori’s focus on Simone’s clit was quickly rewarded with another loud and wet orgasm by Simone.

“OHHHH, YES, YES, THAT’S IT YOU WHITE SLUT, SUCK MY CUNT! FUCK, MMMMMM, I KNOW YOU HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE. YOU ARE TOO GOOD AT IT. AHHHHHH, MMMMM, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES! YES! YES!,” Simone yelled, squirting on Lori’s face, totally saturating her with juices.

Simone fell back, chest heaving, relishing the moment, head abuzz with post orgasmic bliss. She was physically spent, but mentally quite acute as her dominance over Lori had heightened the entire encounter.

Lori fell back, kneeling with her hamstrings resting on her calves, staring at a lounging Simone. For the first time, Lori took in the ebony Goddess before her. Simone’s long legs, glistening with her juices, were strong and taut from running track and playing volleyball. Her perfectly pedicured feet had nails painted in the same peach color as her fingernails and their size were in perfect proportion to her body. Her pussy, glistening with juices, had a beauty all its own. Moving up, Simone’s defined stomach led to a beautiful chest with dark nibs and lighter perfectly sized areola on each breast. Every inch of Simone’s body was tight, bronzed, and invitingly soft. The slight smell of cocoa butter on her skin enhanced the experience of fully appreciating such a symmetric body. Simone was a gorgeous woman. How could Lori ever compete with that? And, why did Lori feel attracted to her? Lori fucked guys, fucked them over also, but was always in charge of her relationships. Now, as she knelt before Simone, an excitingly strange feeling was spreading throughout her. She felt compelled to listen to this girl, her ex-boyfriend’s woman, the woman she just sucked Rick’s cum out of, the woman who just came on her face, the woman who had slapped her and put her in her place.

Once Simone’s breathing normalized, she rose up on her elbows, staring Lori directly in the eyes. Simone smirked, laughed a little, and then spoke.

“So, what is so special about you that you would never let Rick fuck you up the ass?”

“Well, umm, uhhh, I am pretty sure that it would hurt. Rick is big and I was afraid that he would damage me in some way.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, you stuck on yourself, selfish bitch? You must have never really loved your man if you did not want to offer your ass to him.”

“Wh-, Wh-, Why, does he do you in, in, in, well, in the butt?”

“NO! My man fuck’s me in the ass! He does not ‘do me’ in the butt. What the fuck is that? He takes that beautiful cock of his and I offer my ass to him, as a sign of my love, a sign of my commitment, a sign of giving myself completely to him. He can have all of me and he knows it. He knows he is my man and that magnificent cock can take any part of me he chooses. Plus, you stupid white cunt, ass fucking is incredibly sexy.”

Simone got down on the floor on all fours, directly facing Lori. Staring into Lori’s eyes, Simone spread her ass cheeks with both hands, exposing her beautiful bud to me. Taking some lube from the coffee table drawer, I wet two fingers and pushed them into my beautiful ebony girlfriend. Simone shuddered at the penetration of my fingers, letting out a small, OOHHH and then began to grind back on my fingers. She is the only woman who has let me fuck her ass and it is a beautiful experience. After lubing her insides, I lined my rock hard lubed cock up against her rosebud and pushed until my head passed her sphincter. Widening her canal with my thick cock, I paused for a bit, then slowly worked my cock deeper into her ass, gradually working its entirety deep inside of her.

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Charlottesville High School Ch. 02

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This is the second installment recounting the goings-on at Charlottesville High School, in which we learn how Sandy Wright follows Natalie Bettis into the bed of two of her students. It’s a restless faculty; several more teachers may be in line.

As always, all story characters are 18 years of age or older.

* * * *

Four of us, Keith, Dave, Richard, and I, were sitting on the old stone wall in front of the Presbyterian church in downtown Charlottesville, Virginia, hanging. It was the summer before our senior year in high school and we had nothing particular to do. Richard had mentioned that his friend, Mary Ridley, might join us.

Mary wanted to introduce us to Vivian, who had moved from Montana and would be living with Mary and her family for the school year. Vivian’s dad had been a professor at the University of Virginia, but had left for the University of Montana when Virginia adopted a policy emphasizing research over classroom education, a change he opposed. Still, Vivian wanted to go to school at Virginia and it was decided she would return to Charlottesville for her senior year in high school, qualifying her as a Virginia resident, which would increase the chance she’d get in to Virginia and qualify her for in-state tuition. Dr. Ridley was more than happy to help his old friend out.

Now a confession. As I hope I show in these pages, Vivian was a force of nature; smart and wise, mature beyond her years, sensitive and discerning, a free spirit, a good friend and a wonderful listener. I held her, still do, in great respect. Now the confession: when I first saw her walking across the street towards us I saw none of that; what I saw were two large bra-less breasts rocking gently under a white pull over shirt. The shirt wasn’t tight, but with those breasts it didn’t need to be. I paid secondary attention to her curvy body, oval face, and shock of black curly hair that tumbled down to her shoulders.

The six of us hung around the rest of the day. And the day after. Now Vivian and I were the same age, but she seemed older and wiser. After a couple of days I told her that.

“Most guys wouldn’t admit that.”

“Most guys haven’t met you.”

Well, Vivian and I were soon sneaking off to make out and pretty soon after that we were, if not quite a couple, together. She didn’t believe in couples. We were eighteen, still learning and exploring the world. This was no time to set restrictions or define roles.

Two weeks later the gang went to Richard’s lakeside cabin for a weekend. There Vivian told me she and Mary were lovers. When I didn’t object – although I couldn’t identify exactly why, I wasn’t surprised – Vivian seemed satisfied and for the second time in my life I had sex. It was much better than the first time.

I can’t say I was completely comfortable sharing Vivian with Mary, but it was better than no Vivian at all. Part of the problem was that Mary didn’t like me, which, unfortunately, was my own fault. At that time in my life I felt free to turn my sarcastic sense of humor on someone for no reason other than my own amusement. Mary had been its victim. Eventually it all worked out; Mary started dating Ned again, ending her fling with Vivian.

* * * *

Sandy Wright, who taught sociology, was in her third year at Charlottesville High. She was attractive, slightly over five feet tall, slender, with brown hair that reached her shoulders, blue/gray eyes, and a triangular face. She was also one of those teachers to whom girls brought their problems; she was upbeat and always willing to listen to the latest bad boyfriend story. At the start of this year, however, her affect had changed; she was sad, often lost in thought. The rumor was that her husband had left her. Still, the girls didn’t get it: they’d tell Ms. Wright they’d heard, how sorry they were, then start chattering about some guy who, y’know, they really didn’t like anyway, but who hadn’t noticed the change in the part o her hair. Ms. Wright, gamely, tried to listen, but sometimes you could see the exhaustion on her face. Then, one day, Vivian had enough. She heard Jillian, oblivious to Ms. Wright’s pained expression, yammering about Byron, who was just well, oh too stupid and mean; then Jillian’s phone buzzed. She checked it, said, “It’s from Byron, he says he sorry,” and flitted out the door.

Vivian, who had hung in the back of the classroom took hold of Ms. Wright’s hand, and said, “This must be so hard for you.” Ms. Wright started crying.

Vivian and I were supposed to meet for lunch. After fifteen minutes I started looking for her, finding her in Ms. Wright’s classroom. They were sitting in adjoining student seats. Ms. Wright’s eyes were red, her face washed out.

Vivian heard me come in.

“Hey babe, been busy, sorry to stand you up.”

While I didn’t know what, it was clear something serious was happening.

“No problem Viv, I’ll catch you later.”

I stepped out.

Ms. Wright said, “Is Ralph always like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“He wasn’t beylikdüzü escort angry, didn’t complain about being stood up. My husband would have been ranting and raving.”

“Yeah Sandy, pretty much. He’s good to me, treats me well, doesn’t try to change me. He was raised by a single Mom, respects her, respects women.” Then, smiling, she added, “Of course, he’s still a teen-aged boy’s mess of raging hormones.”

* * * *

Over the next few weeks Ms. Wright and Vivian formed what can only be called a friendship. At Ms. Wright’s request, Vivian was designated her student-assistant, sanctioning their time together. According to Vivian, Ms. Wright’s ex-husband (for the divorce had become final) was an abusive jealous narcissistic control-freak asshole (and those were the kinder things she had to say about him) who demanded she account for every minute of her time.

Ms. Wright, in turn, seemed fascinated by Vivian’s background, brought up by hippie parents who emphasized personal freedom and pleasure, and us: “You mean he doesn’t complain when you hang out with the girls on a Saturday night? He doesn’t check up on you? He trusts you?” Over the next few weeks Ms. Wright’s bright hopeful eyes returned and while a few students complained she spent too much time with her new pet, that she didn’t have time for them, the complaint receded. For now when a girl griped about a clearly bad relationship, Ms. Wright might recommend ending it. Not what the kids wanted to hear.

* * * *

I’d asked Richard about spending Columbus Day weekend at the cabin. He said he and Nina were going to Atlanta to check out Emory University, but that his family was not going up and Vivian and I were free to use it. I headed for Ms. Wright’s classroom, the best place to find Vivian these days, to tell her the good news. I walked in to glum faces.

“What’s wrong.”

Vivian explained. “Sandy was going to go out with Ms. Bettis over the weekend, celebrate the single life, but Ms. Bettis just left, said she had a family emergency and had to leave town. Did you talk to Richard?”

“Yeah. He and Nina are going to Atlanta. He said his family wasn’t using the cabin, that we were welcome to go on up.”

Then Vivian said something that surprised me. “Sandy, why don’t you join us. Rustic, but two full bedrooms, indoor plumbing, beautiful and secluded, you won’t see another person unless you really try. Great place to unwind.”

You could see the temptation in Ms. Wright’s eyes, but she said, “Sounds nice, but I can’t. If the School Board found out I spent a couple of days with two students in a cabin, it would be the end of me.”

“It’s a two hour drive from here and completely isolated; no one will know. It’s better then moping around here.”

I will spare you the details. Over the next few days Vivian convinced Ms. Wright to join us. Ms. Wright insisted on taking her own car. We rendezvoused thirty miles north of town so Vivian could ride with Ms. Wright and provide directions.

* * * *

We arrived shortly after noon, fixed sandwiches, and then Vivian and Ms. Wright (Vivian might call her Sandy, I still called her Ms. Wright) changed into swimsuits – modest one-pieces – while I readied the small sailboat. After several hours on the lake we returned for a game of Scrabble – old-fashioned board and everything – before I readied the grill. The ladies chopped vegetables and the constant laughter from the kitchen confirmed, as it had all day, that they were having a wonderful time. After dinner the three of us gathered on the screened-in back porch with a bottle of red wine to watch the sunset.

I sat in an over-stuffed wicker chair; Vivian and Ms. Wright on the couch. The temperature dropped and Ms. Wright leaned against Vivian; Vivian absent-mindedly ran her fingers through Ms. Wright’s brown hair.

As the sun disappeared Ms. Wright said, “You guys were right, it’s wonderful up here.”

Vivian said, “We’re so glad you came.”

I re-filled the wine glasses.

The conversation rambled around. It got chillier; I fetched blankets, laid one over Vivian and Ms. Wright, who in light of the temperature had cuddled up against each other. We were on our third glass of wine when the topic touched on sex. Vivian, giggling from the apparent effect of the wine, said, “So tell us Ralph, how did you lose your virginity?”

Now Vivian knew my story; we’d shared our first time experiences. Her’s, as you will learn, was much more interesting.

“It was last summer. I don’t want to say who, but a friend of mine and his girlfriend found out I was a virgin. They’d tease me about it – good-natured stuff – then one day she called me up, told me it was time. She picked me up, we drove to the Shenandoah National Park, found a secluded spot, she unrolled a blanket, we did it. The problem was I didn’t really enjoy it and I didn’t come. I felt like a clinical experiment. Let’s see what the virgin does?”

Vivian turned to Ms. Wright. “How about you?”

“Oh adana escort jeezum, you guys don’t want to hear my story.”

“Sure we do.”

“It’s not pretty.”

Vivian, her tone solicitous, said, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.”

Ms. Wright thought about it, then said, “You know, I’ve never told anyone about it, but I still think about it. It’s sort of how my marriage went. If you don’t mind, I’d like to share.”

Vivian said, “As long as you’re comfortable,” I nodded my agreement and, after taking a second to gather her thoughts, Ms. Wright said, “My husband was my first. We dated all the way through college, talked about getting married after the first few months. He said he wanted to wait til our wedding night. Then the week before the wedding he went out drinking with some friends and showed up at my place, drunk. He started pawing me, saying I’d been holding out on him, that I was a tease. I told him I wasn’t, that he was the one who wanted to wait, that I loved him, that I was willing. I started to undress, but he said he wanted to do it and pulled my clothes off. He was rough; I got the message: he was much stronger than me, could be physically dominant whenever he wanted to, I should know my place. He got on top, grabbed by breasts, entered me. I wasn’t wet; I was trying to hold back my tears. He came and fell asleep. It wasn’t exactly rape, I’d been willing, but it was far from love.

“What was weird was, although he never said it, it was clear he blamed me for us not waiting til our wedding. Like I seduced him. I should have run for the hills then, but I put it down to the alcohol and we got married. And now I’m divorced.”

Ms. Wright slumped against Vivian, who held Ms. Wright, thanked her for sharing, told her she was brave. I did the smart thing, I agreed with Vivian. Ms. Wright was quiet, processed what just happened, then said, “It was good to get that out. Okay Vivian, Ralph and I have fessed up, what’s your story?”

I knew Vivian’s story. I suspected one reason Vivian started this conversation was so we’d asked her to tell it. What I didn’t know was why.

“Our house was always filled with grad students. The last couple of years there was this particular couple, Rob and Anna; they lived less than a mile from us. They came over a lot and we became friends. There was a lot more freedom with them than at any of my high school friends’ houses; it became the regular spot I’d go after school, to hang out.

“It was a relaxed, pleasant place. My girlfriends were always in a state of crisis about which boy liked them, which boy did not, whether they’d gained a pound, whether their clothes were cool enough, how popular they were, whether they were pretty. The mean-spirited gossip was endless. Rob and Anna’s pad was an oasis.

“Well, they were open about sex and casual about appearances. Anna thought nothing about coming out of the shower with a towel around her waist to fix tea. I’d show up and they’d be in bed, having just made love, naked under the sheets. I’d fetch them glasses of water, sit on the end of the bed, chat, eventually they’d get up, pull some clothes on.

“Now Anna was real intense, real political; a feminist who rejected birth control pills as chemical experimentation on women and questioned whether she should even be in a relationship with a man. She’d been with women; talked about it in front of Rob. He, on the other hand, was laid back, perfect for her. He always supported her, said she had to do her own thing.

“It became clear that Anna was attracted to me and that, if I was okay with it, they were both open to a sexual relationship with me. They’d had other lovers. At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but I wasn’t against it and I liked being with them. Things kept getting more and more comfortable and physically intimate. Anna and I would change together, swap clothes. Rob was more reserved with the nudity, but he was a great cuddler and the three of us would sit on the couch, watch a movie, drink wine, ending up in an intertwined heap. On a couple of occasions Anna and I made out. At some point it became clear to me where all this was headed, that some day I’d be ready, but I felt no pressure.

“At the beginning of the summer we went to some hot springs west of town, a local hot spot for skinny-dipping. We spent the day naked. When we got home we jumped in the shower – you had to get the acidic water off you – and cleaned each other, running our hands over each other’s body, shampooing each other’s hair, and somehow we all understood I was ready. They put on some music, lit some candles, gave me a long sweet massage, then Anna rolled me over and used her mouth on me. I didn’t know a body could feel that good.

“The next day I stopped off at their place. I knew Anna was teaching a class and Rob would be home alone. I gave him my virginity. I was pretty apprehensive, heard it could hurt, but he was gentle and patient and wise and my hymen had long been broken, I rode horses. It was exquisite. The rest of afyon escort the summer I was their lover. We were all close, all loved each other, but there were no demands or expectations, we just celebrated our bodies.”

I was watching Ms. Wright, who was watching Vivian. I saw fascination, not revulsion, on her face. Her first question confirmed my observation.

“So what happened?”

“Anna was accepted into a two year program in Cambridge, England. Rob figured he could finish his dissertation there as well as anyplace else, and made plans to go with her. I considered taking a year off from high school to join them, but after long thought and talking it over with Dad, decided to go with the original plan and do my senior year here.”

“Did your Dad know about this? What did he say?”

“We didn’t discuss the details of course, but, yeah, he knew.”

“He didn’t object?”

“No, my father’s open-minded, sometimes a little too open-minded. He thought there was no better place to explore my sexuality than with Anna and Rob; they were honest, outgoing, kind, no games. I couldn’t agree more.”

Ms. Wright looked at me. “You’re okay with this?”

“Yeah, I can’t say it didn’t take a little time to wrap my mind around it, but really, look at her. Would you change a thing?”

Then Ms. Wright, in a careful voice, said, “So you wouldn’t mind sharing her with a woman?”

I looked at Vivian, my eyes asking permission. Vivian nodded her head.

“When Vivian and I met she was involved with a woman. At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it didn’t seem a reason to give up Vivian. The woman eventually returned to an old boyfriend. I think she was jealous of Vivian and I, but Vivian knows her better than I, she’s the one to ask.”

Ms. Wright looked at Vivian, who shrugged her shoulders. “Who can say?”

The rest of the evening whenever the conversation turned to other topics, Ms. Wright brought it back to Vivian and her sex-life; the subject clearly fascinated her. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but this was no accident; Vivian had something in mind. We finished the bottle of wine. While the ladies enjoyed the night, I picked up. Whenever I left the porch the women talked in quick hushed tones.

Eventually Ms. Wright headed for her bedroom, we ours. I’d wondered about sex on the trip; would Ms. Wright’s presence be an issue? I quickly found out it would not. Vivian yanked her top over her head, exposing her bra-less breasts, kicked off her sandals, pulled down her painter pants. There were no panties; her thick thatch of pussy hair was fully exposed. I discarded my tee-shirt, kicked off my jeans. My underwear came off, my hard dick stood at attention. Vivian, who was usually big on foreplay, pushed me against the bedroom door, kissed my lips, grabbed a condom off the dresser, tore off the wrapper, slid it over my dick.

“I want you inside me.”

I turned her so her back was against the door and entered her. She groaned. She was loud.

Concerned that Ms. Wright would hear us, I nodded my head towards her room and said, “Don’t you think…”

“Shhhhh, she’s hooked.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

I pulled out until only the head of my cock was inside her, pushed back in.

“Mmmmmmhhhhh.”

My next thrust pressed her to the door. I moved slowly, side-to-side, dragging my pubic bone over her clit.

“Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh.”

I entered her again, moved my hips in a long slow oval, twisted my cock inside her, pinned her clit between our bodies.

“Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh.”

My next thrust pinned her to the door. I rocked up and down on the balls of my feet, driving my cock harder and deeper inside her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I slipped out, pushed in. She said “My breasts.” I grabbed her butt, lifted her, took her thick, dark brown areolas and distended nipples into my mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmm, hhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

She locked her legs around my waist. I fucked her against the wall. The sound of the impacts on the door were unmistakable.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh,mmmm, mmmhhhhhhhhhhh,mmmmmmm mmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

She unlocked her legs from my waist; I lowered her to the floor and fucked her hard, over and over. You could hear our bodies hitting the door; her groans were febrile.

“Mmmmmmmm mmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm mmmhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhh”

Each time I drove into her I emitted a short hard grunt. Her moans morphed into a wail.

“Mmmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm mmhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Then she said, “Pull out.”

I stopped, confused. “What?”

“Pull out.”

I did. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

She grabbed my hand, opened our door, opened Ms. Wright’s door. Ms. Wright, a sheet pulled over her, looked at us. her hand was between her legs. She’d been masturbating.

“Sandy, I’m sorry, I was so selfish. I’m not sure what came over me. All that talk about sex, y’know, it got me all turned on, but it’s not fair to you for us to go at it and leave you high and dry.”

Ms. Wright’s eyes flitted from Vivian to me, down to my dick, back to my face, returned to Vivian. Her hand still pressed to her crotch she said, “I’m not, I’m …”

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