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This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18, even if one of them is repeatedly entitled as “boy”. If you find man-on-man revolting, please don’t read any further. The second chapter might be slightly (!) more to your taste.

Enjoy!

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Klaas could have kicked himself. He had stormed out like a headless chicken. No proper riding boots, a pair of normal jeans and his usual leather jacket. Not what he usually would have worn for riding. Then again, he was nearly overdressed as anybody else here rode motorcycles in sneakers and t-shirts.

He had recently relocated from the Netherlands to Barcelona to take on a role as a callcenter head supervisor. With 22, he was young for the role but he had been working in the company’s callcenter near Amsterdam since leaving school at 17. He was clever, worked hard, knew his stuff and had advanced quickly. Coming from headquarters and being much younger than them had not exactly enamoured the 5 managers reporting to him, but in the last 3 months, a sort of a grudging respect had set in. And even though he was their boss, he was genuinely friendly and his boyish good looks helped not just with the women.

Like many Dutch whiteish-blonde and blue-eyed, what he lacked in size and brawn for a typical Dutchman (he was 5’6″ and lightly built) he made up for with a hands-on enthusiastic mentality and a “come-on, let’s go” energetic style of management.

Nevertheless, the start had not been easy. Work was challenging, he had found a small flat, but he missed home. He had broken up with his girlfriend who was furious about his move and he missed a girlfriend. He did not miss her exactly, but she had been fun in the sack and he had not had any booty since moving here. What kept him sane was the fantastic weather, the sea and his pride and joy, a fluorescent green Triumph Speed Triple. Not the latest model, certainly, but plenty fast enough to kill yourself and to get in all sorts of trouble. A real hooligan motorbike, and his gift to himself for the promotion.

It was the middle of the week and when unexpectedly his agenda had cleared for the afternoon, he had not hesitated. Bright sunshine, hot, even though it was only the end of May. He had jumped onto the bike and had taken the highway north towards the French border to explore the hills behind the coast. Now, a good hour later, he had left the coast road and had turned inland into the hills. The roads were recently re-surfaced and free of traffic, he left free rein to his motorcycle’s horses.

The wind sang in his ears and he felt great when the engine all of a sudden spluttered, then stuttered and coughed and died. He quickly pulled the clutch lever and coasted to a halt on the wide gravel shoulder of the road, then opened the filler cap and gently shook the bike. A sloshing noise, but far down in the tank. Shoot, he had forgotten to fill her up.

He fumbled under the tank for the fuel tap, opened the reserve. Could he go back to the coast? He had seen some pumps there, but that had been a while ago, a bit far for comfort. He had never tried how far he could go on reserve. On the other hand, just riding into the hills hoping to find a village with a pump was certainly worse. He tapped his left chest pocket for his mobile …. Where was it? He tapped all his pockets … no telephone, he must have left it in his locker at work when taking off his suit jacket. So, no telephone …. And then it dawned on him: no telephone, no GPS, ok. But also: no credit cards, no cash….. Well, he had to try to get to the next pump on the coast road and then see what he would do.

He pressed the starter button. After turning over twice, the engine fired, then fell into a lumpy idle …. and stalled. Klaas pressed the button again. The starter warbled, the engine turned over but did not fire up. He tried again … and again …. and again …. Nothing.

He swore: this was just his luck. No phone, no money, out of petrol and the only people he knew in this country were at work.

He looked around. Hills ahead, hills behind, and in the middle of this dusty valley the road … There was a cart track leading off to the left, and there seemed to be a house in the trees. He thought for a moment if he should try to push the bike to the house. 35 degrees centigrade and no shade anywhere. But just leaving it by the wayside did not feel right either. In the end he pushed it the 200 meters to the access road and another 50 meters into the track towards the house, before the heat became too much. He left the bike on the side of the track, hung is helmet and jacket on the handlebars and set out towards the house.

He approached the house, but could not see anything behind the dense hedge and the gate. Everything seemed quiet, no dog barking. Didn’t they all have dogs out here? he wondered before pressing the doorbell. It was only then that he wondered how he would explain his bostancı escort situation as his Spanish was close to non-existent …. Or did they speak Catalan out here in the sticks? He was still pondering that thought when the intercom crackled to life:

“Hola?” a man’s voice, slightly gravelly, gruff, deep. He tried to collect the few words of Spanish he had picked up:

“Hola. Hai …. Ahm well, ahh…. pech … petrol con motocycleta on the strada. Ayudar, please?” He heard the man on the other side chuckle, then say:

“Alright, come on in, on the left side around the house, I am in the back.” The intercom snapped off, and the gate opened slightly, he could slip through, then it closed again.

The house was a relatively small bungalow with a garage underneath and a well maintained front garden. When going around the house on its left, Klaas saw some jerrycans and oil pans. Does this guy maybe have petrol here he could give me? he thought.

He rounded the corner of the house and looked over a large well maintained back garden with an enormous lawn. In front of a large terrace was an equally large swimming pool.

Its owner was standing next to two deck chairs in the middle of the terrace looking at him curiously. He visibly had been lying on the farther one of the recliners, as his towel, a book and a can of beer were still there. He was a tall, maybe 1.90, a mountain of a man with huge pectoral muscles, thigs and arms, end of his forties or early fifties, he looked as if he weightlifted regularly and radiated fitness and a raw vibrant energy. His slightly too long hair was black as was the generous body hair that covered his strong limbs and his deep-tanned skin. The man stepped forward and held out his hand, they shook. He looked curiously at Klaas and said:

“Hola, I did not quite understand what you wanted to say”. Klaas felt releaved to hear English. Sheepishly, he admitted:

“My Spanish is not very good”, the other man nodded while looking him all over, “I just arrived in Spain and didn’t have the time to learn.”

“And that is why you rang at my door?” to man grinned.

“No, no, I have a problem with my motorcycle, and as I did not have my phone with me, I thought I could maybe ….”

“What’s wrong with it?” said the man

“I don’t know, I suddenly stopped running, maybe petrol ….”

“Where is it now?”

“A couple of meters up your driveway, off the street ….”

“Good, good, out of harms way. I am John, by the way ….”

“Klaas. Sorry for invading your privacy …”

“Oh, don’t worry, I had time to put on some shorts” he laughed at Klaas’ surprised face, “I am here on my own, nobody sees me and it is warm, so why bother with clothes, right?” Klaas did not know what to say to that.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have a look at your bike in a minute, I have some tools here, we’ll get it running, no issue.” John looked up to the sun “Gosh, what a scorcher today, aye? You thirsty?”

It was only then that Klaas realized that he was totally parched and his tongue felt like an old leather strap.

“Thought so,” said the guy, “I’ll get you something to drink”. He was turning away, then looked back: “If you want to jump into the pool, be my guest.” With that he disappeared into the shade of the house.

Klaas looked at the pool. It looked deliciously cool. But he could not just jump in, could he? He did not know the guy. And he had no swimsuit.

In the end, the pool won. He dropped his dress shirt, the jeans and shoes and jumped into the water. Ahhhh, what a relief. Shortly afterwards, John was back with a cooler and a towel. When he saw Klaas in the pool, he said:

“Brilliant idea, I knew you’d jump in.” He grinned, liked what he saw: a young slender guy with very light skintone, blue eyes and tousled light-blonde hair, a trim body, clearly sporty. Well developed pecks and arms, probably legs and bum as well firm and pert, but they were under water, hard to tell. Sinewy, athletic physique, but in a light, small package. Nearly naked in the sun in his pool. Delicious.

“And if you dropped your pants, I can do so too”. He pushed down his boardshorts and stepped out of them, coming back onto the terrace stark naked. Klaas stared at him and mumbled:

“I have my underpants on” he said, blushing. John laughed

“Ah. You’ll have wet jeans later on, but hey! your choice.” While Klaas stared, John draped the towel over the second deck chair and busied himself with the cooler. Klaas could see that he was indeed tanned all over and except for between his legs, his whole body was covered with a sort of a thick black fuzz of hair, like a bear. Klaas grinned at that thought.

“That’s better” said John, grinning as well, “you already look less hassled” He took a swig from his beer. “Ok, we’ll have a look at your bike later, I have all the tools we might need including some petrol in the garage. And if all else fails, we can trailer your bike to …. ” he hesitated, tuzla escort “…. where did you say you are from?”

“Badalona” said Klaas from the pool.

“Badalona, ok” said John, “bit of a trot, but hey! No problem. So relax, have a drink, and then we go see. Or are you in a hurry?” Klaas looked at his watch, 13.45, not even two hours since he had left the office. “Wife or girlfriend waiting for you at home and getting worried?”

“Naa, just ditched her, and no, no hurry, nobody gets worried.”

“Excellent” said John, took a can from the cooler and walked over. “Have a drink, relax, and we’ll sort it out”. Klaas could not help it to see how his uncut dick slapped against his thighs as he walked. If possible, the meaty long dick was even darker tanned than the rest of John’s body. It looked heavy and chuncky even though it was only fluffed up, not fully stiff. The dark schlong slapping left and right against the thighs and the fuzz all over that huge muscled body looked surreal in the glaring light.

The older one squatted down next to the pool and handed him a beer. Klaas reached up and took it, but could not help noting the ballsack and penis hanging down between his muscled thighs. The balls large and heavy, the penis long and thick even though not fully hard. He was shaved all around his cock and balls, the rest of the body was very hairy.

John saw him staring and grinned.

“When you are sufficiently cooled down, come out, you can use the other deck chair.” He grinned a bit more. “And get rid of your underpants. Put them in the sun to dry, otherwise you look afterwards as if you had peed your pants.” He saw Klaas’ hesitant look. “I put on some shorts before because I didn’t know who you were, and the neighbours are a bit special about being nude. All those tourists on the coast, I suppose.” Klaas seemed to still hesitate. “I usually do not bother to put on anything. Nobody can see us here anyway, and even if…. ” John made a dismissive gesture, ” … who cares, this is my land, so …. ” Klaas still looked undecided. “But ok, just do as you feel, ….” He grinned, turned around and went back to his deck chair, lay down and seemed to doze.

Klaas took a sip … good local beer. He leaned back and tried to relax. What a bizarre situation, he thought. Me alone with a naked muscle bear of a man, in the middle of nowhere, drinking beer.

After a couple of minutes, he began to feel the freshness of the water. The air was hot, but the pool had not fully heated up yet. He stepped up the steps, thought about pulling his jeans on over the moist underpants and decided: ‘Why not, what should happen? He is right, relax.’ With that thought, he walked across the terrace, set down his beer next to the second recliner, and pushed down his briefs. He stepped out of them and wrung them out. John opened an eye, looked up at him, smiled. Klaas while wringing them out said:

“Sorry, I was a bit tense there. Thanks for the offer, it sounds great, and no, I am not in a hurry.” With that, he turned around, bent forward and laid out his undergarment on the hot concrete. When he turned back, he saw that John had not closed his eyes and had stared intently at his backside while he laid out his boxers. But instead of being embarrassed to be caught staring, he just smiled and lazily closed his eyes again. Klaas took another swig, lay down and enjoyed the hot sun on his skin.

He must have nodded off, because the next thing he knew was a big splashing sound. He opened his eyes and felt a bit whoozy when lifting his head. John had jumped into the pool and that had woken him up. The sun burned on his skin and a dive into the water seemed like a good idea. He struggled to his feet, but instead of jumping into the pool, he sat down at its edge and dangled his feet in. Ahhh, perfect …. His head began to clear again.

John was swimming laps now, powerful strokes, crawl first for 15 laps and then butterfly. “No wonder he is in good shape if he swims like that” thought Klaas. Finally, John swam over and sat in the shallow water just next to the younger man’s legs.

“So, how come that you get stranded here in the middle of the hills, with hardly any Spanish and no phone, and no one waits for your return?” He grinned at Klaas to take the sting out of the remark.

“I headed off from work in Barcelona, and forgot my mobile and cards because I was eager to ride”. John nodded. “And my colleagues would certainly wonder where I was if I didn’t show up tomorrow morning” The older man nodded.

“You been here long?” he then asked.

“A bit over two months, my company moved me here from Amsterdam. And you?”

“I am here for most of the year since 20 years, writing ….” He was quiet for a while. “England can be very depressing in autumn. Or in winter … or spring for that matter.” They both laughed.

“What are you writing?” Klaas asked.

“Crime novels, nothing too demanding. But it makes a living.” He made a göztepe escort wide gesture with his arm, as if to say: this is my domain. Klaas looked around. It definitely makes a decent living, he thought. “And the girlfriend did not come along with you?”

“Nah, ditched her before leaving Amsterdam”. They were silent for a while. “Miss her”. John gave him a half-smile:

“Miss HER, or miss IT?” Klaas laughed out loud.

“Yeah, ok, I miss IT. Big time. Her not so much, that’s true…”

There was a silence again.

“Funny, a young guy like you …. good looking … well built, single…. There should be plenty of ways of having fun in Barcelona. Don’t you go out?” the question was asked lazily, just a conversation between two men, killing time, but Klaas had a certain idea what John meant with “plenty of ways”. Barcelona had a lively gay scene, apart from all sorts of other interests that were catered for.

“Naah,” he finally replied lazily, “I was too busy with work”. John nodded at that.

“Shame …” John said after a while. He seemed to consider something, hesitated, then said “…. Damned shame. Would you like to try?” he looked at Klass directly and Klaas blushed, did not know what to say.

“Well, would you like to?” John insisted. Klaas felt flushed and stuttered:

“I don’t know …. I have never …. I am not ….” John stopped him with a gesture

“Shshshshsh. Don’t worry…,” he said as he slowly approached and laid a hand on Klaas’ thigh, ” …you’ll like it. And you can stop me anytime you like …. ” he rubbed slowly Klaas’ thigh and smiled his big smile “…and liking it does not make you gay”.

He rubbed his thigh a bit higher, then pushed slowly his knees apart and rubbed the young man’s thigh all the way up. Klaas closed his eyes and gasped. This felt so good after nearly three months without any action.

While he rubbed the inside of Klaas’ thighs, the bear stared intently at the young cock that was fluffing up. It was uncut, and not overly large if that could be assessed in its half-flaccid state. But it looked clean and juicy, very smooth, no veins or anything. Just a perfectly smooth young man’s dick. His mouth watered.

“Ahhh, he likes it” rumbled John’s deep voice. Klaas felt his ears burn with embarrassment as the blood shoot into his member. The hands on his thighs felt too good, his cock stiffened even more, it became hot and hard and stood out like a sawed-of tee branch. It had a big bulbous mushroom head that was now an angry dark read as it crept out from under the foreskin. He was mortally embarrassed as John’s hand caressed closer and closer to his stiff cock and then held it firmly, one hand around its root, the other weighing his contracted ball sack in his hand. The older man admired the rigid member for a few moments, slowly sliding his hand up and down the lengths of the hard shaft, then reached around Klaas’ back and pulled him closer to the edge of the pool. And then, slowly, he descended on the angry red head, his lips formed a circle around it …. and swallowed it.

Klaas groaned and thought he would explode there and then. He had gone to heaven. Ahhhh, this was too good! He moaned, lay back on the concrete and tried not to think, just enjoying the expert mouth sucking and licking his shaft and fondling is balls.

John enjoyed licking this young dick. It was hard and enthusiastic in his hand, uncut and he loved to play with it, slide his tongue under the foreskin. But now it was hard, the glans was out, the foreskin stretched back. He licked the darker red helmet, sucked it in again. Klaas shuddered. The skin was so fair, and his dick tasted good, hardly any body hair anywhere. The perfect twink.

John’s finger trailed along the edge of the ballsack down, tried to squeeze his ass, but could not get his hand underneath. He lifted Klaas’ left leg, the leg came out of the water, he pushed it forward upward, over Klaas’ body. “Hold it!” Obediently, Klaas pulled his upper thigh to his chest. John lifted his right leg as well, Klaas held it without being asked. John pushed with one hand Klaas’ dick and nutsack up and admired the new perspective.

The same cream-coloured skin, very smooth, hardly any hair. The ball sack slightly darker, its skin pulled tight by excitement and John’s hand. Underneath the skin lighter again, the protruding triangle of the perineum below the boy’s balls leading to brownish-pink folds around his sphincter. There was a darker line coming down the middle of his cock, over the scrotum and continued as a slightly elevated ridge until it disappeared in the pinkish hole. John let his hand slide over the uncovered purple helmet of Klaas’ cock. The folds around his backdoor twitched hard, he let his hands slide once more over the helmet. The whole perineum twitched in spasms … he caressed the triangle lightly, then pressed gently, released, and pressed gently again, then let his hands slide to the cheeks.

Perfect firm man cheeks, like apples, pink and firm to the touch, he squeezed them lightly, then leaned forward and licked over the balls, released the tension with his hand on Klaas’ dick and sucked on ball into his mouth, licked it gently, rolled it on his tongue, then the other one. And then he licked slowly lower and lower ….. he heard a surprised hiss and a sigh when his tongue reached the Dutch boy’s star.

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It was late when Natalia woke up. Her phone was ringing and she groped underneath her pillows for it.

“‘Lo?” she said sleepily into it.

“Nat, honey, did I wake you up?”

“It’s okay, Aunt Syl, I probably should have been up hours ago. What’s up?”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“Nope, no plans.”

“Would you like to make a few bucks?”

“Usually.” Natalia yawned hugely.

“My boss needs a babysitter.”

“Aunt Syl, I don’t know anything about kids.”

“That’s what I told him, but he said that’s okay. You just need to be there in case there’s an emergency. He wants you at seven so that you can meet his little girl, but he’ll put her to bed before he goes out.”

Natalia groaned. She was uncomfortable around kids. She had absolutely no idea how to talk to them.

“He’s offering a hundred bucks for four hours.”

Oh. Well then.

“Tell him I will be there.”

“Good girl. I’ll text you his address.”

That evening, Natalia left the house promptly at six-thirty in an old, comfortable pair of jeans and her favorite t-shirt. She was glad she’d left early, as her destination ended up not only across the city but up a winding, hilly road. When she finally arrived at the address her aunt had sent her, she gazed at the driveway a bit nervously. No house could be seen from the street, and the drive was lined with a tangle of trees and blackberry bushes.

At the end of the drive was a small gravel lot bordered by a tall fence and a garage with black carriage-house doors. The gate was unlatched, almost ominously ajar. Well, she thought, she trusted her aunt. She went through the gate and found a nicely manicured garden with a dogwood tree in full, glorious bloom. At the end of a flagstone path was the house. It wasn’t very large, but it was designed in a sharp, modern style, with lots of glass. The lights were on inside, sending a homey glow into the garden. All at once, Natalia felt at ease.

Before she could even knock, the front door opened. A small, serious-looking girl was in the doorway. Well, Natalia thought, sink or swim.

“Hi, I’m Natalia,” she said.

“My name is Caroline.”

A man jogged up behind the little girl and pulled the door open wider. He gave Natalia a slightly apologetic smile.

“Hi, I’m Gavin. You must be Sylvia’s niece, Natalia.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it, suppressing a little shiver at his warm fingers as they clasped her own. Gavin was younger than she had expected, and rather handsome. He was dressed in a beautiful dark blue suit, but his neatly groomed stubble kept him from looking too elegant, if that was even a thing.

“Pleased to meet you,” she said.

“Come in, please,” he said, stepping back. “Why don’t we go sit in the living room and we can talk for a minute?”

He led the way, and Natalia found that she felt slightly underdressed in the house. It was well designed, every detail beautiful as well as functional. Meanwhile, her sneakers were scuffed. She doubted he would notice, though.

“Honey, why don’t you go ahead upstairs and get ready for bed?” he said to his daughter. She glanced at Natalia once more, and then left the room.

“She always that serious?”

“Lately, yeah,” he said. “The divorce was pretty hard on her, and she doesn’t get to see her mother enough. I do my best but… sorry,” he added, with a shake of his head. “That’s neither here nor there at the moment. So, tell me about yourself. Your aunt speaks very highly of you, but she didn’t tell me much beyond ‘nice’ and ‘responsible.'”

“There’s not much to tell, I guess. I just graduated from high school.”

“Going to college in the fall?”

“Mmhmm. I’m planning on studying sociology.”

“What would you like to do after college?”

“Oh, I… I don’t really know yet. Just, sociology classes looked the most interesting.” Natalia shrugged, feeling a bit awkward.

But Gavin smiled. “That’s the way to do it. Plenty of time to decide what you want to do. So what do you do for fun? Play any sports?”

“Read, mostly. I read a lot of sci-fi. I don’t play any sports, but I did do competitive swimming for a while. I don’t compete anymore but I still like to swim regularly when I get the chance.”

“I have a pool out back, actually, so, if you come back to watch Caroline again you’re welcome to use it. It’s heated.”

“That would be great! We don’t have a pool at home anymore, and I miss being able to swim in private.”

Caroline, dressed in a nightgown now, came back into the room and sat primly next to her father.

“Hey, sweetie,” Gavin said. “This is Natalia, and she’s going to be here tonight while I go out to meet with a client. Do you have anything you’d like to ask her, anything you want to know about her?”

At first Caroline didn’t say anything. Then, “Can you braid hair?”

“Uh, sure, yeah.”

“French braids, too?”

“Yeah, French braids, too.”

“Would you braid my hair before çapa escort bed?” she looked hopefully from Natalia to Gavin.

“It’s your bedtime,” Gavin said, firmly. “But if Natalia comes back to watch you again, I’m sure she will.”

“Okay!” Caroline said, giving Natalia her first real smile.

“Please, make yourself at home while I tuck Caroline in. Ah, kitchen is through that doorway there, and the bathroom is the first door on the right down the hall there. Let’s go, sweetheart,” he said, to his daughter.

Natalia watched him leave, admiring the way he looked from the back. Just a few short moments later, Gavin came back downstairs and fairly rushed out the door. He was running a bit late, but promised to be back by eleven. Natalia went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, and wandered back into the living room. Then she frowned. She’d forgotten to bring a book. It was going to be a long night.

Might as well take a look around, she thought. She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she didn’t plan on looking in any drawers or anything, just kind of wanted to get the feel of the house. The downstairs hall led to the bathroom, just as Gavin had said, plus an office and what looked like a guest room. She tiptoed upstairs, not wanting to disturb Caroline, and found her room easily identified with a little sign on her door. The master bedroom was nice, and the bathroom held a soaking tub and stone-walled shower. Fancy.

There was another bathroom upstairs, a small one, and the last door was a linen closet. The stack of fluffy-looking towels gave her an idea: Gavin did say that she was allowed to go swimming, didn’t he? So, she didn’t have her suit, but it was pretty private out here. Why not go in nude? She could always leave the back door open so that she could hear Caroline if she woke up and needed anything.

Once back downstairs she glanced outside and reconsidered. It was private…but not quite as private as she had thought. There were a few houses up the hill that might have a clear view into the backyard. Probably it would be fine, but she thought she’d rather wait until it was dark, just in case. She’d still have plenty of time before Gavin got home.

Natalia perused Gavin’s bookshelves instead, taking down an interesting-looking volume and paging through it.

The sky finally darkened completely at nine-thirty. Natalia went upstairs and put her ear to Caroline’s door briefly. Hearing nothing and certain her charge was still asleep, she snagged a towel from the linen closet and went into the backyard. Light from the house spilled into the backyard, suffusing the pool area with a soft, golden glow. Lush plants surrounded the cobalt water—stands of bamboo, enormous datura blooms, a few fat palms, and fragrant star jasmine.

For a moment Natalia could almost believe she was far away, in a tropical paradise. She stripped down and didn’t bother to stifle her little moan as she stepped into the water. It felt absolutely delicious on her skin. She’d never gone swimming nude before and it thrilled her senses—especially in someone else’s pool. After doing a few laps, she flipped onto her back and floated for a while marveling at the sky above, sparkling with stars.

*****

It had been a good night, all things considered. Gavin’s prospective client was no longer prospective, and he’d left with a signed contract in hand. In fact, it had gone so well that he hadn’t needed to stay out quite as late as he’d expected. Natalia would probably be glad to go home a little early, and truth be told he really preferred not to leave Caroline at night—especially not with a new sitter. Natalia had come with a good recommendation from a trusted employee, and she certainly seemed cool-headed and responsible, but there was always a risk leaving one’s child with someone else.

Gavin pulled smoothly into the garage and jogged up the steps into the house. It was almost eerily silent. Caroline’s usual sitter liked to watch television, so he had expected the low murmur from the general direction of the living room. He stepped around into the room and found it empty, with the back door open. A stab of panic hit him straight in the chest, followed by a sharp shock of a very different kind.

Movement in the backyard caught his attention, and he looked out in time to see Natalia, completely naked, rise from the pool. Dark hair was slicked back from a very interesting face. Her olive skin shone in the light from the house, and he observed with interest the brown nipples that crowned her small, pert breasts. Water ran freely down her body and his gaze followed the droplets as they disappeared into a thatch of dark curly hair and reappeared to run down her shapely legs.

He stood, stock still, as she turned and bent to pick up a towel, showing off a beautiful rounded ass that had his cock hard as iron in his trousers. Deciding it would make her uncomfortable to find him in the house, he slipped back fatih escort into the garage. He would give her enough time to towel off and get dressed, he thought, willing his erection to subside—but that was useless and he knew it. After a few minutes he simply adjusted it and decided it would have to do. She probably wouldn’t notice anyway, as his suit was so dark and, well, she would have to look first. A girl of her age wouldn’t be interested in a single father his age.

Natalia was dressed—thank goodness—and still squeezing water from her hair with the towel when he came back into the house.

“Oh, hi, Mr…”

“Gavin is fine. Everything go all right?” he said with a little smile.

“Not a peep out of her. I took a dip in the pool, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, I did say you’re welcome to it.”

Gavin’s brain was starting to fuzz. Being in the same room with her was proving too much for his highly aroused senses. She was even more beautiful up close and her t-shirt was stretched just tightly enough over her chest to show off the curve of her breasts—the lovely image of which he tried hard not to bring to mind. He fumbled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew five crisp twenty-dollar bills.

“As promised. Would you be available to come watch her again? Our regular sitter is spending the summer with her grandparents. I don’t have too many evening meetings, but it would be good to have a go-to sitter.”

“Sure, yeah. That would be great.”

Before he could bite back the words he found himself asking, “How would you feel about watching her when I’m here?” Seeing Natalia hesitate he added, “Sometimes I work from home, but Caroline does have a tendency to get underfoot. I’ll often find myself putting work aside to play games with her, and on a day when I really need to concentrate it might be nice to have someone here for her.”

It was perfectly true, if unnecessary, but the explanation had Natalia’s face clearing.

“Oh. Yeah, I don’t see why not. Can she swim?”

“Pretty well, for her age.”

“I was a junior lifeguard for a couple of years, so if you’d feel comfortable we could spend some time in the pool together.”

Gavin felt his cock twitch at the idea of Natalia cavorting around in a bikini. Dangerous territory, he thought. A little harmless fantasy was one thing, but he would never want to become the “creepy dad” and make her uncomfortable. He sighed inwardly. Perhaps it was time to think about dating again.

“That’s fine,” he said. “Can I get your phone number to schedule with you directly?”

Natalia scrawled her phone number on a nearby scrap of paper and gave him a luminous smile before heading home.

He waited merely a beat before turning on his heel and going directly upstairs. As Natalia had done earlier, he paused outside his daughter’s door for a moment to be sure he didn’t hear her moving around. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

Gavin closed and locked his bedroom door behind him. He stripped, throwing his suit carelessly over the back of a chair, and headed for the shower. In the blistering, steamy water he soaped up, running his hands over his body and, he admitted, imagining they were hers. He would lift her and take her here, up against his shower wall. Pounding powerfully into her until her cries filled the little room, then turning her around and taking her from behind. The image of her sweet backside filled his head as he poured soap into his palm.

His cock throbbed as he gripped it, and he leaned back against the shower wall stroking it while thinking of Natalia. Her taut body, those sweet little breasts. Gavin erupted with a hoarse cry, pleasurable waves wracking his body. His breaths came out in shudders. That settled it: next time Natalia came to babysit, he’d jack off before she got there.

*****

For the first time all summer, Natalia was thinking about the pact. Truthfully, when Allison had suggested they all agree to lose their virginity before college, Natalia hadn’t taken her entirely seriously. She had agreed, and she might take the opportunity if it presented itself to her, but she hadn’t thought the other girls would take to it with so much…enthusiasm. And now Allison and Britt had already followed through—and sent texts with an abundance of mouthwatering detail. Debbie was the shyest and most innocent of them, and had been completely mum on the topic. Natalia wasn’t surprised. But Debbie did fold to peer pressure and there had been a light of excitement in her eyes when she’d agreed…

Natalia wasn’t interested in losing her virginity just because her friends wanted her to, but now that she was finding herself thinking more and more about Gavin, it did occur to her that she could kill two birds with one stone. Beyond just being handsome, he treated her like an adult. Natalia was the youngest of a large family, and most people—with the exception of her favorite Aunt Syl—tended to baby her fındıkzade escort a bit. Gavin didn’t. He trusted her, asked her opinion about adult things if they came up in conversation, and, if she wasn’t entirely mistaken, was attracted to her as well.

The night she’d first sat for him, he’d seemed a bit edgy at the end of the night. He kept glancing at her chest, which was odd considering that he’d been the perfect gentleman at the beginning of the night. At one point while his gaze was focused a bit lower than strictly appropriate, she’d thought to give him back as good as she got and glanced down to the front of his trousers. Had there been a bulge there? She thought so, but then again, it had been difficult to tell.

She’d been back to sit for him about twice a week since then, most usually in the afternoons to give him a break while he worked in his office. Caroline went to a summer camp three days per week and Gavin worked from home the other two days. It turned out that Caroline liked to swim nearly as much as Natalia did, and they spent hours in the pool together. Occasionally Gavin would finish his work before they’d gotten out of the pool, and Caroline had wheedled him into joining them.

Those afternoons had been slightly more charged, and when Caroline inevitably lost interest in swimming—having lost Natalia’s undivided attention—Natalia and Gavin would paddle around in the water for a while after Caroline had gone inside. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they just… well, if Natalia hadn’t known better she’d have said they eye-fucked each other. Certainly she made sure to get out of the pool first, taking her time to allow him to get a good, long look. Somehow, after Gavin had gotten out of the pool his towel always hung down to cover his groin.

Natalia had never felt this kind of sexual tension with anyone before, but she worried that despite the signals she thought she was receiving, she might be misinterpreting Gavin’s kindness to her. His speech never even held a whisper of innuendo, and other than the occasional case of wandering eyes he really had been entirely appropriate.

If she wanted anything to happen she would have to be the one to make the first move, even if she risked an embarrassing rejection. She had a feeling that no matter how into him she seemed, he would never hit on his teenage babysitter. She wasn’t even sure if he would respond to her advances, but if she didn’t at least try, she’d be doomed to disappointment—and considerable frustration.

At first she thought she would have her opportunity when Gavin asked her if she’d be willing to watch Caroline overnight. But her hopes were dashed when he said that he was going on a date and planned to be out all night. It was almost embarrassing to realize how disappointed she was, but he was a grown man and of course, being divorced, she should have expected that one day she might watch his kid while he was out on a date. The evening went smoothly: Natalia fed Caroline her dinner, played a game with her afterward, and then put her to bed. She considered taking a swim but felt rather out of sorts and decided she’d go to bed a bit early herself. The sooner she could go home and not think about what—or whom—Gavin was doing, the better.

Natalia was jerked out of a sound sleep when a door shut nearby. She sat bolt upright and groped blearily for the edge of the bed. Who would have anticipated an intruder up here in the hills? Then again, a burglar casing the homes of the local wealthy might know that Gavin had gone out tonight. She glanced around the room for some kind of weapon and saw nothing useful. But she couldn’t just stay in the room. What about Caroline?

She edged out into the hallway and saw a shadow moving around near the kitchen door. Swallowing hard, she tiptoed closer, trying hard not to make any noise. The intruder was creeping about, also obviously trying to keep quiet. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she watched the shadow move uncertainly through the room. She was near the entryway now, and picked up an umbrella. It was the best she could do.

Suddenly the light went on, temporarily blinding her.

“Nat?”

Natalia blinked rapidly, and when she could focus again she saw Gavin looking at her, utterly baffled. It would have been funny if she hadn’t been so relieved. She dropped the umbrella and rubbed her eyes.

“I thought someone was breaking in,” she mumbled. “You said you would be out all night.”

“Yeah, well…” He looked a bit uncomfortable now. “I’m sorry I woke you up. You were asleep?”

Natalia looked at him again and saw that his gaze was riveted well below her face. She hadn’t been expecting to see him before she woke and dressed in the morning, so she hadn’t exactly chosen modest pajamas. She often slept entirely nude, but felt she should wear something, just in case Caroline should awake. Her nightgown was short, made of a very soft gauzy material in a butter yellow tone. Aunt Syl had brought it back from visiting their extended family in Italy, and it always made Natalia feel elegant, sensual. She knew the shape of her body, not to mention the shadow of her nipples, was visible through it.

His date hadn’t gone well, he wasn’t bothering to conceal his gaze… if there was ever an opportunity to attempt a seduction, this was it.

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Chapter 1

My husband left me for a younger woman, well more a girl, when I was 27yo. My one really close female friend was a massive comfort to me. I was a mess and Jan supported me through the months that followed. Jan is married to John with a son, Max, who was nearly 18yo and a widowed father in law, Len, living with her. Other than Jan the one thing that helped me in those early months was my trips to the gym and my night classes. I went to the gym every day before work and most days at the weekend. The evening classes were once a week at the local college.

Even at the college I moved to when 18yo I was teased about my small boobs and slightly boyish looks not that this kept the boys away. My body had filled out since my school days but my boobs were still not as big as I would have liked. They had become even firmer with all the gym work and for some reason my nipples had got even bigger sitting high on my boobs. Much to my relief my backside that had been described as boyish did fill out. The training did leave it very well toned. I had never been very happy with my body but the looks I received when in the gym did make me more confident. The teenage boys ogled completely openly, the old men were more subtle with the others pretending, not always successfully, not to notice me.

I was angry with my ex-partner and not wanting any man to hit on me but the anger did leave me wanting to tease other gym users. I bought new kit that showed my body off as sexually as I could get away with. I dispensed with a bra whenever possible and also ditched my thongs. I think I went too far on occasions when wearing my new kit with nothing underneath. It was good to see the effect on the men at the gym but also led to me becoming even more aware of my own sexual frustration. I have always had a high sex drive and not having a partner to share it with for the first time in years was really tough. I expected to masturbate regularly but for some unknown reason found any attempt failed and lead to greater frustration.

In the end I shared my sexual frustration with Jan. Her simple response was why not enjoy a few one-night stands with no commitment. I agreed that it sounded like the perfect solution but said it just didn’t appeal. We had been drinking wine all evening and I was all over the place mentally. Jan’s husband John was working away for a few days and as was usual Len was in his own room, or down at the pub. When it was time for me to leave I was in tears and Jan hugged me as I stood up. My crying changed to sobbing violently. All my frustrations hit me and I sank into Jan’s arms.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? You are in no condition to drive home.”

I didn’t reply but allowed her to lead me up to her bathroom. She turned the shower on and turned to me. She took the hem of my summer dress and pulled until I put my arms above my head to allow her to remove it completely. My lack of bra made me feel vulnerable and I covered my naked boobs. Jan stood back and looked very hesitant. She initially looked like she was going to take hold of my panties but instead turned and went into her bedroom. It left me confused – had she wanted to strip me and maybe join me in the shower. Had I wanted her to do so? My body was alive as I soaped myself, paying particular care between my legs.

Jan is around twelve years older than me and I had never thought about her, or any other female, sexually. She had a good figure for her age but I had never really thought about it. As I showered I thought a lot about it. I had no experience with other women and I was not sure whether I wanted one now. I was sure that Jan had decided against any further physical contact until she returned to the bathroom completely naked. Her substantial boobs drooped a little but the position of her huge dark nipples high up took my eyes away from the droop. Her stomach was flat and took my eyes down to her dark bush. It was trimmed, not thick but substantial. I was naked, as I had not picked up the towel to dry myself when she held me with both arms and kissed me on my forehead. As naked as I was it was an act more caring in nature than sexual. I dried myself as she showered and was lying in her bed well before she finished brushing her teeth.

It was a hot summer evening and I started lying on top of the covers. I didn’t have any nightwear with me and anyway I always slept naked. As I heard her toothbrush go quiet I panicked and slipped under the thin sheet. When she arrived naked in the bedroom she didn’t jump straight into bed but cleared up a few things and in the process displayed her nudity to me. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the view and was disturbed to find that without thinking I found my fingers playing between my legs.

“Don’t stop doing that on my behalf. I am sure that you would feel a lot better if you carried on until the inevitable happens.”

Saying this she pulled the sheet off my body and added,

“My god you look fit. If I was a man…… kurtköy escort well let’s just say you look great.”

My instinct had been to take my fingers away from my crotch and close my legs. What I had done was open my legs further and find my clit. My pussy was on fire and I was completely unable to stop what I was doing even though Jan was now smiling down on me as I openly masturbated. I had never masturbated with an audience but it felt wonderful. Everything in my world changed in the next two minutes. Jan sat next to me and while keeping eye contact with me lent forward and took my bullet-hard nipple in her mouth. She sucked it and licked it while it was still in her mouth. No single contact with my body had ever had such a dramatic effect. My orgasm was only a question of when not if. Jan now amazed me by taking hold of my arms and hands and removing them from my pussy.

I screamed at her but had not finished complaining when the joy of my orgasm overwhelmed me. Jan had only been touching my one nipple for seconds but my nipple was right at the center of a devastating climax. I was loud as I cursed her praised her and pleaded with her. My vocalization only seemed to add to my pleasure a pleasure that rumbled on beautifully until ebbing gently away. When Jan shifted her position I wondered whether she was moving into a position where I could repay the compliment.

How wrong I was as Jan pushed my legs towards my chest opening them as she did. Her mouth covered the area from above my clit down nearly as far as my anus. After that I don’t know exactly what she did but it felt great. I have never experienced more than one orgasm in a session usually because my clit is far too sensitive. This just didn’t seem to be a problem as Jan refused to let me come down from my sexual high. My heart was beating fast and hard and pleasure was flowing through my veins. I wasn’t building towards a second orgasm but it felt wonderful. I couldn’t resist playing with my nipples as Jan did lovely things between my legs. Reluctantly I accepted that I would not cum again until Jan shifted position slightly and slid a finger deep into my bottom. There was no resistance and no discomfort as she gently fucked my bottom with a single finger. Her mouth and tongue focused on my clit and were far firmer than they had been. My fingers also became more aggressive as my body tried to prepare me for another climax. When it arrived it was much more conventional than the first as my clit led the way. There was nothing violent about the waves that rolled through my body for what seemed never ending. I didn’t collapse when it finished like I often do but simply relaxed totally.

Jan was soon lying next to me holding my head to her shoulders. I asked her how I could repay the pleasure and she simply told me to relax and sleep. I felt very guilty for doing nothing for Jan but managed to comply with her suggestion very quickly. I slept for ten hours straight before being woken by a radiant Jan with a cup of coffee. She told me that Len was cooking a fry up for the three of us and that she had an appointment at the doctors in 45 minutes time.

I was downstairs having borrowed a long tee shirt from Jan’s wardrobe without giving it much thought. Len gave it plenty of thought as I entered the kitchen diner. He invited me to sit at the table with my back to the window. It was an excellent breakfast that I felt very hungry for. Len buzzed around pouring me more coffee and generally being very attentive. Jan called me to her as she left the room to go to her appointment.

“Len has always said that you were ‘sex on a stick’. Right now you have him totally besotted. It may be something to do with the fact that that tee shirt is totally transparent while you are backlit by the sun from the window. You look completely naked sitting where you have been. My father in law may be old but trust me he is still as randy as a mountain goat.”

I had only just woken up and what she said had totally thrown me. Len fancied the pants off me, I had been nearly naked for him to see and he was a randy old sod. I nearly ran upstairs to safety but decided to bluff it out. What he said next suggested that this was a mistake.

“I am not surprised that you had a real hunger this morning. It always makes me hungry too. You look absolutely radiant this morning. I am sure you are so much more relaxed right now.”

The night before I had not thought about Len and I know I had been loud, very loud when in the throws of ecstasy. I knew he had heard more than I was comfortable but I was not ready to openly admit it to him.

“I don’t know what you thought you heard but I am sure you are wrong.”

I could not remember exactly what I had screamed while having my orgasms but he seemed to know exactly. He not only repeated my cries of ecstasy but also enjoyed doing so with lots of feeling. I knew he knew exactly what had gone on and I was completely compromised. He beykoz escort might be closer to seventy than sixty but the energy and twinkle in his eyes were bright and sexy. With a smile that disturbed me he responded.

“I know exactly what I heard and I am delighted that your orgasms were so spectacular. I am sure my son would be very interested to hear how my daughter in law and you entertained each other last night. I think I owe it to him to tell him what I heard. Tell me why I should not tell him.”

“Please, it just happened I was just upset and Jan comforted me and things got out of hand. I have never been with a woman before last night. What good would come of you telling John? Jan was just trying to help me.”

“If you were my daughter I would put you over my knee and spank you very hard. I am very tempted to treat you as I would a daughter.”

“But I am not your daughter and you do not look at me like a father would. Please don’t tell John.”

“You are right I do not look at you or think of you like a daughter. You do have the most spank-able bottom I remember seeing. Have you ever had your bottom spanked?”

I have no idea why I felt it necessary to lie but denied it so strongly I am not sure I was convincing. I had not been spanked many times but had enjoyed receiving the spankings more than my ex had enjoyed spanking me.

“I might spare you the embarrassment of a spanking but only if you make it worth my while. You need to be very compliant and even a little submissive. Now go over to the window, the view through the shirt is very provocative, very arousing. There that is beautiful but now turn all the way round.”

I didn’t hesitate to comply finding his dominant attitude very exciting. The fact that he had only asked me to parade myself with the shirt on surprised me. Was I going to get away with a little bit of exhibitionism? Did I want him to demand much more of me? He is old enough to be my grandfather but feeling helpless in front of him was exciting, very exciting. Was I this excited because I had been without cock for so long or was I finding this dominant old man appealing? It hit me hard when I realized that if he was happy just watching me spinning around by the window I would be bitterly disappointed. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I wanted something from this attractive older man. Something demanded of me by him.

I need not have worried, as Len was not going to be happy just watching me by the window. He indicated that I should come towards him. When I was close enough he demanded with his eyes that I held his gaze as he lifted the shirt up past my boobs. He didn’t look down but smiled as he turned the shirt inside out covering my face with it as I lifted my arms. He pulled my arms through the shirt but left it covering my head and therefore my eyes. The contact with my nipples took my breath away. It was no caress more a squeezing of my erect nipples. He rolled them, pulled them and squeezed them. It was overwhelming and my knees buckled.

“My god they are perfect. I never understand why men love big ugly boobs yours are just perfect and as for your nipples – well. Are you wet my dear? If I feel your pussy right now will I find that you are excited?”

I was fully aware that I was excited but had not thought about whether my pussy was actually wet. His question focused my attention to the area between my legs. Now I knew I was wet and there was no point in denying it. I quietly confirmed that I was excited and sure that I was very wet between the legs.

He took my hand and I thought he was going to make me feel myself but instead he guided it to his erection. He seemed a very good size but what stunned me was that it was as hard as any cock I had ever encountered. I had wondered whether a man of his age might struggle to achieve or maintain an erection so was even more surprised at how hard it was. I heard him chuckle as if he sensed my surprise. I wanted to see his cock but had to settle for exploring it with my hands.

“Trust me it will be hard like that for the next hour or until I cum.”

It was then that it dawned on me that he had probably taken a little blue pill. I enjoyed playing with the erection and the balls that seemed full and firm. I was slightly disappointed as he took hold of my shoulders. The shirt was still around my head as he maneuvered me until I was lying on my back on the kitchen table. He did then slip the dress off my head and I was able to see his slightly sinister smile.

“I am still very tempted to spank that wonderful ass of yours but I have thought of something I would much rather do with it. Have you ever been fucked back there, if not why not?”

“No because I have never let anyone do that even though they have asked. It just didn’t seem natural somehow.”

“It seems every bit as natural as what you and Jan were doing last night. If I am not very much mistaken you were very excited when your ass was penetrated üsküdar escort by Jan.”

I decided not to reply but was horrified that he seemed to know exactly what had happened the previous night. Secretly I had away wanted to be fucked in the ass but never wanted to appear too keen. This was my chance to try it while justifying it by making out that I was being forced.

“No you can’t possible fuck me there it would split me in two.”

I was concerned that I had protested too hard as he pushed my knees back to my chest and opened up my legs. His mouth was gentle as it found my clit. I have always loved men going down on me and this man knew what he was doing. There was no rush but I felt myself drifting towards an orgasm. After a few minutes he moved his tongue down and found my anus. No one had done this to me and it felt wonderful. As good as it was my orgasm was now further away. His mouth changed again to my clit and I was now quickly approaching orgasm. Just as I thought I was getting close to the point of no return he switched again to my bum. He repeated this cycle twice more and I was pleading with him to allow me to cum.

“When you ask me very nicely to fuck you bottom I will allow you to enjoy an orgasm.”

This was perfect I could request him to fuck my ass as if against my will and enjoy a climax. I took my time and tried to sound very reluctant as I said.

“Fuck I need an orgasm so badly if you insist that I can only have one with you up my bum then do your worst.”

I think we both knew that this was a game but were both happy to play it. From somewhere he produced a bottle of oil with a thin spout on it. He moved it to one of my boobs and poured a generous amount across my chest. It felt sticky and ran down both my sides onto the table. He then coated my bottom before sticking the spout into my anus and gently squeezing the plastic bottle. When he removed it he coated his cock with the oil. I was sure that he would penetrate me as soon as his cock found my anus but he spent time working the oil just inside with his prick. Coating his cock once more he penetrated me firmly until he was two or three inches inside me. I was so excited if there was any pain I didn’t feel it. He held himself inside me as one of his thumbs found my clit. Everything just seemed perfect. I was excited by the idea of what we were doing, I felt no guilt about having a cock up my bum, I had been close to orgasm for minutes and this man knew how to push all my buttons. He pressed his palm and fingers into my stomach as his thumb worked my swollen clit. My hands had been playing with my oil-covered nipples since the oil had been poured over them and my nipples were huge and very sensitive.

Len worked his way in going deeper and deeper each time. Very quickly I was pushing myself back and down to maximize the penetration as it was feeling wonderful. I am sure he could sense just as much as I could that I was going to orgasm soon.

“Do you like having a prick fucking you deep in your rectum. If you are not sure I will stop straight away.”

He was teasing me but requiring me to say that I was loving being fucked this way. He had won and I was happy to plead with him to carry on fucking me harder and harder. I was soon announcing my orgasm and his playing with my clit became even more intense and I exploded from somewhere deep in my bowels. As I was just beginning to regain my senses he exploded in my bowels. He didn’t withdraw immediately and his firm but not hard cock felt nice and very intimate as it still stretched me back there. When he did finally slip his soft prick out of my bottom it hit me that I had just loved being fucked by this old man. I was embarrassed to have cum so easily and so dramatically. I had no idea what would happen now.

“You won’t tell John about last night will you. I have done everything you have asked me to.”

“Are you suggested that everything that you did in the last hour was to prevent me from talking to John? If you are then you are a great actor and I am just a little bit disappointed.”

“No I didn’t say that or mean that but I do not want to get Jan into trouble. What we did was so…… so……. it was lovely.”

“A good meal is lovely, some of my friends are lovely. What we just did might have been frightening, disgusting, horrible, distasteful but it was never just lovely.”

“I am so sorry you are right. Please don’t ask me to tell you just how good it was. Would you just accept the word ‘fucktastic’. Please spare me any more embarrassment.”

“I accept the word and your apology. I will also offer you a deal. I will promise not to tell John about last night if you do one simple thing for me.”

“I am all ears. You can fuck me every which way if that is what you want. You can spank my bottom if that is what floats your boat. What simple thing is it that you want?”

“The simple thing I am going to request of you is so much less exciting to me than what you are offering. I am tempted to change my mind. My problem is Max. He is 18 at the weekend and what I want you to do is to show him just how good sex can be. He is naïve, although he thinks he is a man of the world. Make him believe that he is attractive to women and show him how he can enjoy that.”

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I’m talking to this guy, and he told me he’s a virgin. At first, I was nervous about it because it had been a while since I had sex, and I knew it was his first time, so I wanted to make it good. The first time we had sex, he used a condom, and he came inside the condom. A few days later, he came over again, but he forgot the condoms.

I have an IUD, so I’m used to guys not really wanting to use condoms and just pulling out or giving me a creampie, but I knew he had never given a girl a creampie before. We started having sex, and he was cuddle fucking me. He felt so good in that position, and he kept on kissing my shoulders and my neck…it felt so good. I could hear his breath in my ear and how desperate he was. I told him to hold on for as long as he could while he was inside of me, and I moved my legs over him while I was laying on my back, and he was on his side, still fucking me so I could watch his face. “I don’t think I can last that long anymore,” he sputtered. I felt my stomach flutter, and suddenly, all I wanted was his seed coating my insides. I heard him start to whimper and moan quietly, a sign that he was going to cum. kurtköy escort “It’s okay….you’re okay,” I cooed, he had mentioned how he was scared to give a girl a creampie before. He came so hard he was panting after. He immediately apologized and told me he didn’t mean to and that it wouldn’t happen again. I told him it was okay and that things happen sometimes. I explained how I had an IUD, and we should be okay because I was just finishing up my period.

He ended up sleeping over, and the next morning, I needed him again. I started palming him through his shorts and kissing him passionately; I could feel his tongue trying to enter my mouth. I knew he wanted me, so I slid his boxers down and helped him slide inside of me. He started fucking me again, and pretty quickly, he gave me another creampie. It was so obvious he loved how it felt. He loved the way my pussy gripped his throbbing cock, and he loved cumming inside of me while he could feel me pulsating around him. I made sure to hold him after and make sure he was okay.

I told him I was proud of him, and I knew beykoz escort it was hard. Sex can be hard to navigate, especially when you’ve never done it before and your partner has. I hope I can continue to make him feel comfortable and let him know that he can tell me anything he wants without fear that he will be upset or make me feel bad.

Over the next few weeks, he began to get nervous that the condom would break. He started pulling out of me despite wearing a condom because he was so nervous. I love creampies so much and I was frustrated that he wouldn’t give me what I wanted. No matter how much I tried to explain how condoms work or how my IUD works, he would still pull out. I started to think that I would never get another creampie from this man. When he was sleeping over a few weeks ago, he had me in a mating press. He was wearing a condom and he pulled out again. I pouted and asked “Why don’t you cum in me anymore? You know I love it….and you’re wearing a condom”. He explained again that he was scared the condom would break and I just decided to leave it. After üsküdar escort all, one day maybe he’ll understand. Maybe one day I’ll get another creampie even if it’s not today. We went to sleep and I dreamed about him pumping his load deep inside my aching pussy.

The next morning when we woke up, I could feel how hard he was. His dick was pressed into my ass and I slowly started to grind into him. He started to gently play with my nipples and I was in heaven. I started to press more into his dick with my ass and I realized he was hard as a rock. I didn’t want to say anything to shake his confidence so I just slowly pulled his sweatpants down. His dick was so hard it was pressed against his stomach. I gently started touching it and before I could even start to give him a handjob he was trying to slide inside of me. He didn’t have anymore condoms and again, I didn’t want to say anything to ruin the moment. He wouldn’t be fucking me if he wasn’t okay with it, right? He slid inside of me and he immediately tried to fuck me as deeply as he could. I started whimpering softly and I could feel him throbbing inside of me. His thrusts began to get more spastic and I could tell he was close. I expected him to pull out but he completely drained his balls inside of me. He felt so good and when he pulled out he started apologizing. I told him it was okay and when I stood up to go to the bathroom and clean up, I could feel his seed dripping out of my pussy and gently down my thighs…

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The call came late the night before and so I told the gal I’d be there first thing in the morning unless she wanted to pay plumber overtime. She didn’t.

It was five to seven that next morning when I pulled into the driveway. I gathered my tool pouch and was about to close the door of the van when a woman came out onto the side porch and waved me over.

She was dressed in a pair of shorts that came high on each thigh, low at the midriff wearing a white shirt with the tails tied above her waist and open to a single fastened button midway down between her breasts. She wore strappy heels probably three inches high and was likely five years older than I am. Her hair was worn in that old-fashioned Page boy look.

She explained the problem as water running out from the cabinet below the lavatory basin whenever the basin was emptied or the tap was running.

It’s a common enough problem when the trap corrodes on the way to the drain. Enough corrosion and you have a hole.

I told her I’d have to see it to verify the problem and she asked how much I charged. I explained that I could give her an estimate after seeing it and then for some reason she asked if I was an independent or one of those plumbers that works with a fleet of trucks and plumbers. I’m independent.

As she walked me to the bathroom she asked if I had a lot of work that had to be done today and I explained that I had several jobs to do yet but there was no real emergency on them and that was the reason I’d moved her to the top of my list last night.

I was right about my suspicion of the problem and gave her a verbal estimate. She accepted.

I had to go back to my van to get a new trap and another wrench and returned a couple of minutes later.

As I entered the kitchen again from the back porch entrance there was another gal standing there talking with the first. She had the same hair color and many of the same features except she was shorter and closer to my age I assumed. She wore shorts also but a transparent blouse with a bra under. She wore open-toe sandals and her hair was in a ponytail.

The new gal looked me over and smiled as she commented to the first gal what good taste she had in plumbers. I was introduced and the new gal seemed to be mentally undressing me.

The first gal then took a long look at me and smiled as she agreed on her own good taste.

The first gal introduced the new one as her little sister. She wasn’t a little girl anywhere and had tits and ass at least as sweet as her older sister.

I blushed and suggested that I should get to work as I walked past the new gal. I heard her remark that I didn’t have plumber’s cleavage either and it was aksaray escort a shame that when a good looking plumber was found he wore his pants too high. I was probably smiling as I got to the bathroom.

I was on my back on the floor with my head under the lavatory when they came to the bathroom door watching me.

I heard one of them comment on how tall I was and the other one snickered, lowered her voice probably so that I couldn’t hear her but I did. She’d just said that I looked “Well hung too.” and the other gal giggled.

I finished and asked if one of them could step over and turn on the water for me so I could check for leaks.

The tall one stepped in and straddled my chest as she turned on the water. I managed a look up and swore she was wearing nothing under those shorts and she wore them tight enough that the camel-toe I’d missed earlier clung and seemed a little damp.

I waited then ran my hand around the joints. My hand came out dry and I scooted out from between her legs and slowly got to my feet. Her ass was full and well-rounded in those tight shorts and I wondered how I’d missed observing so much earlier.

I told her it was fixed and I’d prepare an invoice and be right back. I walked to the van, and filled out the invoice for the amount I’d estimated earlier then headed back in.

I gave her the invoice and she told me she’d get her checkbook and write me a check.

When she left the room the shorter gal asked if I was married or living with someone.

I was asked a similar question several times each month and answered quickly that I wasn’t married and lived alone. She smiled.

The older gal returned with the checkbook and a pen and sat at the table to write before the shorter gal asked if there wasn’t a longer list of things that needed a good plumber to fix while I was there.

The older gal smiled and thought for a minute before she said there were several things if I had the time.

I told them I’d be happy to look at them and give them an estimate and maybe fix some of them if I had the necessary stuff in the van and if I could get some of them done that same day.

Most of the list was simple things like leaking faucets that needed new washers. One was a broken handle and the rest would require me to crawl under the house to guess at the problem and estimate a fix. Altogether it probably mounted to more than a couple of hundred dollars.

They asked if I could fix the simple ones first and then if necessary crawl under the house later or come back sometime in the week.

I gave them an estimate for the simpler things and they agreed but they’d bahçelievler escort moved so close to me at that time and I began to sweat.

I’d never been hit on in my work but several gals had suggested that perhaps I give them a call sometime. Many of them are married and I’d just be a daytime diversion I suppose although I’d had many thoughts of doing it but never had. Twice I’d even had lady customers walking and talking while nude flirting before me.

The smaller, younger gal leaned over and kissed my cheek as her hand slipped forward and explored. I was half-afraid to react although for an instant I panicked and felt like running away. The older gal was smiling and said to save some for her. Years ago I think there had been a movie or video named something like “What do you say to a naked lady?”

The younger one was standing too close and instead of moving to give me free exit she turned sideways and I had to brush past her tits as I squeezed through. Suddenly I felt her hands on my shoulders and she turned me and launched herself at me kissing hard. Her momentum had turned me around and an instant later the older gal was behind me wrapping her arms around me as her hands replaced the younger one’s. An instant later the hands of the older suster were searching for the zipper on my fly and then before it was fully opened her hand was inside and examining my size.

I never wear anything beneath my uniform pants because it’s frequently just one more thing to wash when I get dirty with the work. As that older gal was feeling me and clinging to my back the younger sister was wrapped around my neck and her weight pulled my head down as her tongue plunged deep into my throat.

In another minute I might have panicked and ran but with a tongue down your throat, two hands around my cock and holding up the weight of the two of them I was not only unable to move without a fight but my body was telling me to go with it all.

The older one had my cock out of the pants now and she was stroking with one hand as her other searched for a way to drop my pants entirely. When the younger one pulled away to catch a breath she glanced down and I heard her moan as she dropped to her knees and a moment later I felt her mouth and tongue on and around me as the older one continued with shorter strokes.

The older one was left to undress me as the younger found my balls and sucked me even deeper.

I was soon naked except for shoes and socks and the older gal quickly stripped and was as naked as I was. The sight of her nakedness just made me harder and the younger one had clamped her hands around my ass and was güngören escort alternating pulling me forward and pushing me away as she continued the blowjob.

I suppose I was being raped but I’d never heard of a man being raped except by other men. This was more like necessary immediate gratification by two hungry women.

The older sister pulled the younger away and told her to leave some for her and then stared in wonder as she commented about how large I was. The younger one’s mouth was dripping with saliva as she shook her head and began stripping too.

Older sister told me she’d never tasted one this large as she dropped to her knees and the younger sister said she’d had one almost this big but it wasn’t beautiful and cut like this one.

When she was naked the younger sister pulled a chair over from the kitchen table and pushed me onto it while the older sister literally hadn’t missed a lick.

When I was sitting the younger asked if I’d ever eaten pussy and without waiting for an answer she swung her legs around her sister and presented it for me. When I closed my eyes at what I was feeling below the younger grabbed my hair and forced me forward as she arched her back to give me better access. Both gals were smooth without a hint of stubble as I found out more about the first while extending my tongue hungrily.

The younger one swore loudly as she began to understand more of what I was doing but it was difficult for me as I continually arched my back driving my cock deep with each stroke. The sister between my legs was deep throating me by then and her fingers were gently rolling my balls as I listened to her humming happily. Now the younger sister joined in the chorus as she too began humming while she rode my mouth and tongue. Neither sister was talking now but lost in the moment.

I’d given in entirely when the older one pulled back and gasped for air then I heard her speak to her sister and say she’d missed all this and that the two of them hadn’t shared a man since years before and just after High School.

Then the older told me that I’d better cum soon or I’d be here all night until I did. The threat wasn’t actually needed as I slipped one arm around the younger one’s ass and the other behind the older one’s head and began urging them both. My hands are huge and neither gal could have pulled away even if they’d wanted. They didn’t want.

I was in for an experience because I’d never been in a three-way before and had never thought of it with two insatiable sisters. I’d find the pleasure of it that afternoon.

After this short introduction I filled the older and satisfied the younger. The older sister was more than happy and rewarding as she finished me off and leisurely cleaned me. The younger gal could barely support herself as she slid backwards against the doorway. I’d just pleasured each of them and was now filling my eyes with their nakedness. They were only temporarily satisfied and the remainder of the day was expended completing the tasks.

It was a first for me.

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

*****************************

Jude sat on his lap in their warm pool and leant back against his chest. She took another sip of her champagne.

“It doesn’t seem five years since I turned 18. So much has happened during that time. It’s been so wonderful making a life together,” she mused.

“Yes,” agreed Trevor, gently caressing her breasts as they bobbed at water level, “Your 18th birthday party was great but taking your cherry later that night was just wonderful. And what a fabulous place to do it; under the stars, on our blanket by the water, the moon shimmering on the slightly ruffled surface of the lake as the gentle breeze cooled the night enough to make cuddling together wonderful.”

“Mmmm, yes, but the best bit was when you penetrated me for the first time. I had been so nervous, even wondering if we should do it or not, but you were so gentle and firm with me. Firm in many senses of the words actually,” she giggled. “And it was just beautiful; all five times were just wonderful. I didn’t know you were so insatiable.”

“Well, I’d had a few years to stockpile before you turned 18, but after the floodgates were first released, there was simply no stopping us. You know, they say if you put a dollar in a jar for every time you make love in the first year, then take out a dollar every time after that, you’ll never empty the jar.”

“It would have had to be a huge jar for us then, honey, and we’d have both been broke.”

They both chuckled then she turned and kissed him tenderly.

“Anyway, I think I feel something pressing against my ass that would be better employed elsewhere,” she observed, taking his glass from his hand and placing them both on the side.

He lifted her up and wriggled down a little, then repositioned her so his cock head was at her entrance, holding her there in anticipation.

“Come on, darling, drop me on him. I want him inside me,” she pleaded.

Trevor released her and she dropped suddenly, impaling herself on his rampant cock.

“Oooof,” she exclaimed involuntarily, “Oooohhh, that feels soooo nice, sweetheart.”

He reached around her and began gently caressing her clit with one hand, her nipples with the other. She wriggled, pushing herself up and allowing herself to drop as she had done many times before. Every time she dropped she felt his long, thick cock press further into her, applying delicious pressure to the end of her vagina. After nearly ten minutes of this she held herself down hard and began a forward and backward motion, his cock withdrawing and inserting with each thrust. She felt her crisis approaching and began breathing heavily, gasping for breath, moving faster, harder until . . . .

“Yessss, I’m cumming,” she cried as she gripped him tightly with her pussy muscles and her body began shaking and trembling all over from passion.

Trevor held her firmly, squeezing her nipples as he knew she loved, until she slowly came down from her high. She swivelled around and hugged him, still keeping his hard cock inside her. They kissed deeply.

“Your turn now, darling,” she whispered in his ear, “How do you want me?”

“Stand up,” he told her.

She stood, noticing how long and hard his aroused cock was as it waved in the water. He positioned her facing the side of the pool, bent over the smooth edge, kneed her legs further apart and gazed lovingly at her sweet ass and pussy waiting for him. He moved behind her and with few preliminaries, slid his long cock into her gaping vagina until he was fully inside. He pumped into her hard, gripping her long hair and pulling her head backwards, causing her breasts to thrust out and her nipples to rub against the smooth pool edge as his cock thrust into her, again and again, deeply, insistently, taking full possession of her luscious vagina and bringing intense pleasure to them both.

It only took a few minutes before he approached his orgasm. He felt it building deep within his loins, an insistent need to explode, to spurt his potent seed deep within her vagina as it clenched and released his hard cock. A few more thrusts produced an increasing need. Hold on, he told himself, hold on, one more thrust, just one more , again, and then . . . .

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!” he screamed as he thrust deeply and stopped. Jude felt his urethra expand and contract as pulses of sperm pumped from him into her. She felt the added warmth in the end of her vagina, the sensation of love and completeness as he came inside her. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris, gently yet firmly, enough göztepe escort to push her over the edge a second time.

“Yes, yes, yes, ooohhhh, I’m cumming again, YESSSSS, AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!” she screamed as she was once again overwhelmed with sensation.

After several minutes of relaxing together they came back to reality and slowly disentangled themselves. He withdrew his softening penis from her flowing vagina and she turned and melted into his arms, kissing each other deeply, pressing their bodies together as though by doing so they could become one.

“I love you,” Jude whispered in his ear.

“I know you do, sweetheart, and I love you also, darling,” Trevor whispered back to her.

After an eternity they parted, swimming and splashing a little in the pool, then climbed up the steps and began drying themselves. Once dry, them embraced, kissed and walked hand in hand inside to their bedroom where they curled up together and soon slept peacefully.

**********************

“One of the women at work, Dale, had a chat with me today,” said Jude as she and Trevor sat on the deck in the evening having their customary glass of wine and sharing their days’ experiences. “She is very concerned about her daughter who, she feels, is becoming increasingly anti-social. Apparently this girl, Sharleen, turned 18 about 10 months ago but seems to have little interest in boys. She’s gorgeous, according to her mom, and is asked out on dates frequently but rarely accepts them and has never had any lasting relationship with a guy. Reading between the lines, I’d say she’s a virgin and I suggested to Dale that perhaps she’s afraid of sex. She hadn’t thought of that and told me she’d do some digging tonight and we’d talk about it tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, that’s certainly a possibility,” replied Trevor, “Some girls manage to go through puberty intact, never masturbating or even using tampons. I guess there’s a lot of stuff out there about the significance of virginity, about saving yourself for the man of your dreams and about how much it hurts the first time. Certainly enough to put some girls off, I’d say.”

“Yeah, I agree. You never seem to read about women who had no problems first time and for whom sex is wonderful and fulfilling, as it is for us.” Jude slipped her hand onto Trevor’s crotch and felt his semi-hard cock beneath his shorts. “Doesn’t take much to get you going, eh,” she smiled.

“With a sexy vixen sitting here talking about sex and virginity, no it doesn’t,” he agreed.

The subject under discussion changed and after they’d finished their drinks they went inside to complete the semi-prepared meal, ate at the table then watched some mediocre TV before going to bed to make love, as they usually did, before sleeping soundly.

The following evening their conversation regarding Sharleen resumed.

“Dale had a chat with Shar last evening and it seems she’s a virgin and is absolutely terrified of making love with a man and being penetrated for the first time. She’s heard about the pain it causes, has used pads not tampons, so is intact, and has apparently never masturbated herself. Can you image that; nearly 19 and never to have cum?”

“That must be unusual in this day and age. I mean, sex is everywhere. The Internet’s full of it. You just can’t live your life and not know the nuts and bolts of how to cum. Maybe she needs a really tender and sensitive guy, not like the slam, bam, thank you ma’am young guys out there.”

“Yes, I suggested that could be the case and I also offered her the option of making love with a wonderful sensitive understanding man first off.”

Trevor looked at her closely and noted the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh? And who did you suggest?” he asked.

“You.”

Trevor did a double take. His mouth dropped open and he was speechless for several seconds.

“You’ve got to be joking,” he replied at last, “You mean you’d be OK with me making love with a virgin 18 year old girl, popping her cherry, having real live sex with her, cumming inside her, the whole works?”

“Yes,” replied Jude, “And I’d be there to watch as well, of course. Think of it as a therapeutic sexual session. It’s not like you’d fall in love with her and run off with her, just provide the service of giving her a wonderfully loving and hopefully relatively pain-free first experience so she can live a normal life.”

“I’d have to think on this a while,” he replied. “You sure you’re OK with it?”

“Yes, darling, I am. I’ve thought about it most of the day. I also thought that undoubtedly there are shy guys out there who haven’t had sex and are maybe dysfunctional sexually, so maybe the therapeutic sessions could work both ways. Maybe I could help male virgins. How would you feel about that?”

Trevor’s silence was longer this time. At last he replied.

“I guess I’d be OK with that too, same conditions, I get to watch and maybe assist. You serious about this?”

“Yes, I am. It’s bostancı escort time we did our bit to assist others less fortunate and if this is our forte then let’s do it. I’ll see what response I get from Dale tomorrow. Meantime, I want to take you to bed and fuck you blind. I’m really horny after all this sexy talk.”

Jude reached down and in one motion stripped Trevor’s shorts off him, took a handful of his almost rigid cock and led him to the bedroom. Trevor, of course, followed willingly and within moments was deeply embedded inside Jude’s flowing vagina as she clawed his back with her nails and screamed her first of many orgasms to the ceiling.

The following day Dale took Jude aside into an interview room and nervously asked her if she was serious with her suggestion.

“Yes, I was and am very serious and Trevor’s also more or less agreed, once he came to terms with the fact that I was offering him the opportunity to make love with a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” she chuckled. “He was extremely surprised that I suggested it, but when I pointed out that maybe I could offer a similar service to shy guys, he was a little less enthusiastic.”

“Hmm, I don’t doubt that. That’s wonderful that he’s willing, and that you’re willing for him to be willing. I don’t think I know anyone else who would volunteer their husband for this. I had a deep and meaningful chat with Shar last night and she definitely realizes that she’s missing out but she tearfully told me that she’s terrified of sex and the pain she feels is totally inevitable. I suggested that possibly Trevor would be able to help her and she reluctantly agreed to meet him. Is next Saturday evening suitable for you both?”

“We’ve nothing planned so yes, it’s fine. Come on round for dinner to give Sharleen time to chat with Trevor and get to know him a bit as a person. By the way, did you mention it to Tom? I just wondered how he’d take it.”

“Tom really leaves all the decision making regarding Shar to me. He really has very little interest in her; far more with the new girlfriend he’s just started going out with. He’s relieved that he no longer has to pay alimony now Shar’s grown up and I think he’s making the most of it and trying to start a new life for himself.”

“Yes, that’s understandable. What about contraception, just in case they get that far on their first date, I guess it is?”

“Shar’s has been on the pill for a while. She had very erratic periods so they regulate those, so nothing to worry about there. We can just let Saturday go as it goes. Maybe they’ll just chat, maybe retire to the bedroom and do the deed. I guess what happens happens. No pressure either way is probably best.”

“Yes, I totally agree. Anyway, we’d better get back to work. Six pm Saturday for dinner, OK?”

“Yes, that’s great,” replied Dale, opening the door and returning to her work station. Jude remained in the room a few moments longer, collecting her thoughts, wondering if she’d make a stupid mistake in volunteering Trevor as Sharleen’s first lover, but then correcting herself, he would be the first to fuck her but he wasn’t her lover.

“He’s my lover,” Jude told herself quietly, “And always will be. He’s just offering assistance to Sharleen to help her move on with her life.” Having decided that, she decisively put the situation from her mind and walked back to her desk.

***********************************

The deadline approached quickly. While Jude spent time in the kitchen preparing a beautiful meal, Trevor spent time grooming himself, trimming his short goatee beard, cleaning and filing his finger nails so he wouldn’t accidentally scratch Sharleen and put a dampener on the evening, and generally preparing himself both mentally and physically for the encounter. He wore casual clothes in which he felt comfortable and eventually popped into the kitchen to see how the catering was progressing.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” Jude complimented him, “My favorite after shave. How’re you feeling?”

“Probably as nervous as Sharleen is. It’s like it’s my first time. I just hope I can get the old fella up and he behaves himself.”

“I’m absolutely certain you have nothing to worry about in that department, darling,” smiled Jude as she kissed him tenderly, “If I keep this up for a few minutes you’ll undoubtedly get hard; you always do.”

“Yes, sweetheart, but that because it’s you.”

“You mean, it’s me not a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” corrected Jude with a chuckle.

“OK, I take your point. Just don’t give me heaps because I agreed to your suggestion, eh. So I’ll probably enjoy it, who wouldn’t? But that doesn’t mean I’m going to run off with her. It’s you I love, darling, so please just remember that. OK honey?”

“Yes, I do take get that and I do thank you for volunteering and I know that after this incident we will still be the same people and love each other just as much.” Jude wrapped her arms around Trevor and they kissed each other tenderly tuzla escort and lovingly.

Trevor helped set the table then answered the door as Jude finished the last minute details. She went to the lounge just as Dale and Sharleen walked in from the other door, closely followed by Trevor. She met Trevor’s eyes and barely suppressed a grin as he licked his grinning lips espressively. Introductions were brief and informal then Dale sat on one two seater couch and Jude quickly sat beside her, leaving Shar and Trevor to share the other one.

Dale and Jude chatted away amiably for a few minutes then Trevor asked about drinks and left to prepare what the women had requested. He returned with a tray and handed them around then sat beside Sharleen once again, this time facing more towards her, and began a conversation about her studies. Sharleen quickly impressed him as being a very thoughtful speaker who could express her opinions easily and clearly and before long they were deeply engrossed in discussing English romantic poets, a subject in which Trevor had a passing interest and Sharleen was current studying.

After a half hour or so, Jude and Dale went to the kitchen to dish dinner, leaving Trevor and Sharleen together in the lounge. Trevor decided it was time to broach the subject that was undoubtedly uppermost in Sharleen’s mind; but how to do it.

“So do you go out for dinner very often?” he asked.

“Not really. Some of my friends are out every weekend and often during the week, but I possibly get out about once a month or so.”

“Why’s that?”

“To be totally honest and in view of the fact that we both know what a possible outcome will be from our meeting, because I’m shit scared of sex.”

Trevor breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was out in the open now.

“Why?”

“Because my girlfriends tell me it hurts terribly the first time. If I could have it a second time without having a first time, that would be great, but I can’t. And if I go out with a boy he will probably expect to take me home and sleep with me, at least if I go out several times with him. So I never go out more than once and even that once I’m totally scared all night in case he decides to rape me or something. I’d love to be able to go out with boys and maybe even look forward to intimacy, but I can’t.”

Sharleen’s voice trembled to a stop and tears ran from her eyes. It was all Trevor could do to stop himself wrapping the poor girl in his arms and comforting her, but he suspected that such a move could cause rejection, so sat quietly. Sharleen made the first move, sliding towards him and wrapping her arms around him tightly as she sobbed quietly.

“I . . I’m so scared,” she sobbed into his neck.

Trevor eased his arms around her and gently held and comforted her, allowing her to sob against him, hearing her sobs gradually quieten until they simply held each other, unmoving. He heard someone enter the room and looked up to see Jude there, then watch as she smiled at him and quietly left. They remained embraced for a few more minutes then Sharleen pulled away a little and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t be such a scaredy cat. Thank you for letting me release these pent up tensions.”

“That’s fine,” replied Trevor, “And I think dinner’s ready so let’s go eat.”

Sharleen held him tightly, then reached her lips towards him and kissed him on the cheek. After a few seconds Trevor pulled away a little, turned and met her kiss with his lips. They remained together, lips against each other’s, then broke the kiss. Trevor stood, offered Sharleen his hand and together they walked to the table hand in hand.

Dinner conversation was general and non-controversial. The meal was, of course, delicious, as was the wine that accompanied it. After the main, Dale and Jude cleared the table and went to the kitchen to prepare dessert and, no doubt, compare notes on progress. Trevor and Sharleen turned a little towards each other and continued the discussion of inconsequential things. After a few minutes Trevor felt a hand on his knee and slowly placed his hand on top of it, then gently stroked Sharleen’s fingers. He felt her had rubbing his thigh slightly and moved surreptitiously to allow her to move her hand higher up his leg, all the time continuing the conversation as though nothing untoward was happening. The situation was just becoming quite exciting when Dale and Jude re-entered the room bearing plates filled with dessert. Quickly Sharleen removed her hand and turned once more towards the table.

After a delicious dessert, Dale suggested that she and Jude would tend to the dishes while Trevor could take Sharleen into the lounge once again. This time Sharleen had no hesitation in cuddling close to Trevor, reaching her lips up to give him a kiss, which he responded to, locking their lips together with his hand gently pressing the back of her head. It was a long, loving, lingering languorous kiss that left them both breathless and caused Trevor’s penis to harden until it was uncomfortably tenting his trousers, a situation which Sharleen rapidly observed.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said teasingly, “Did I cause that?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you did,” he replied, using the term of endearment completely unconsciously.

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Chapter 1: Skin

“Shit!” I squealed as my roommate’s eyes widened and she slapped her hands over the grin spreading rapidly across her face. She closed my bedroom door, and I listened as her footsteps faded.

The giant purple dildo I’d been riding a moment before slipped from my hands, falling to the floor as I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Embarrassment coursed through me as I closed my eyes. I threw an arm over my heated face in an unsuccessful attempt to hide from myself.

She wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours. I tried to reason with myself that she hadn’t seen anything, but I knew better. She wouldn’t care; I’d walked in on her with men on the couch, the kitchen table, the hallway floor. But as a flush creeped across my skin, I wondered how much of a hassle it would be to find a new place to live.

***

“I don’t know who’s lonelier, you or your large purple friend,” she said from her doorway once hunger prompted me to leave the safety of my room.

“I am not lonely!” I insisted.

Singleness was my jam. She, on the other hand, went through a different guy every other month. She regaled me with tales of her amorous adventures, and I occasionally accompanied her on a double date with one bland guy or another.

It was Saturday night, and she was headed out with her latest beau for a night of dancing and drinking. She’d asked me if I wanted to come, assuring me I was never a third wheel.

“Plus, I already invited our new neighbor to come with us. I told him you’re cute and he’s so much better looking than your purple cock.”

“Fine,” I said, letting the embarrassment wash over me and then trying to let it go.

She insisted on lending me an outfit for me for the evening. She told me the tiny skirt screamed, “I’m here to get laid.” For her, I tried to convince myself I was comfortable with the look.

Socialization had never come naturally. For years the social scene existed in my life like any other experiment. Hypotheses ran through my head. Would I feel more connection to people if I engaged in more social media? Would I form more connections if I focused on open ended questions in my interactions? Despite meticulous thought about the variables and controls of my social experiments, I continued to fail at execution.

My roommate had plied me with shots last time I’d explained to her how I analyzed my failed dates. She knew I was hopeless and loved me anyway. I loved her for that.

***

Earlier in the week I’d wandered onto the seventh floor of the biotech firm where I work. I don’t usually venture past floor six, but a walk was warranted because the water cooler was out of order.

Spreadsheets and calculations filled my head, despite my promise to myself that I was taking a break. Autopilot guided me toward the water cooler, and I saw nothing around me.

“Woah!” came from above as I barreled into a solid body blocking my way. Large hands caught my shoulders and stopped me from tipping over as I lost my balance and my train of thought.

A familiar voice cut through the equations in my head. Even before I brought my head up and saw the white lab coat and the shaggy hair, that voice sang to me of the past. Confusion engulfed me as my world shifted.

“It’s you,” I said incredulously, laughing in delight. “You left Phoenix?”

Phoenix had been a mess. He’d hated his job. Some desert dwelling dumpster bitch had broken his heart. It’d gotten so bad he’d refused to speak with anyone back home for months. He hadn’t even told me he’d come back.

“I hated it there,” he said, regret and anger flashing across his face before hiding behind an easy smile. “It was too hot.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said.

“It’s nice to be back on the East Coast, but I’m still getting my bearings.” He removed his hands from my shoulders and walked with me to the water cooler.

We first met when he moved next door to me a long time back. We were fast friends and hung out together in all our free time. Sophomore year of college he’d switched majors and transferred to the same city as me. Now he worked at my company.

“Are you following me?” I asked him playfully.

“Yes,” he said jokingly. “Yes, I am.”

***

I stepped out of the apartment; more accurately, I stepped over and around the trail of cosmetics, g-strings, and stilettos and managed to escape the apartment unharmed. Wisps of aromatic steam still clung to my hair, meticulously blown out and styled into artful, messy waves. Before leaving the hall I gave myself one last look over.

In the mirror was a woman that I seldom saw. Black wings swept up from the corners of my eyes, transforming drab brown into smoldering hazel studded with flecks of gold. Lips covered in a bold purple matte curved up at one corner. Freed from its normal utilitarian ponytail, slashes of crimson gleamed amid flowing waves of chocolate and cinnamon.

Acknowledging the extra twenty pounds I’d put on since taking the lab tech job, I refused to dwell on the guilt, acıbadem escort focusing instead on new curves. The sparkly tank, barely snug on my roommate, accentuated deep cleavage on the woman before me. The black leather skirt hugging my hips was nearly scandalous.

Overcoming social anxiety and a general disinterest in the bar scene took significant effort, but feeling a little sexy every now and then was worth it. Maybe she was right. Going out might be fun after all.

We walked down the hall to the corner apartment where my roommate rapped lightly on the door.

“One minute,” came a familiar voice. I started laughing before he even opened the door. My roommate looked at me as if I’d blown a gasket.

“It’s you,” he said. He smiled and enveloped me in a giant hug. “Are you following me?”

“Yes, I am,” I said, echoing his earlier words.

We laughed and my roommate stood patiently, awaiting an explanation. As he unfolded the winding road that had brought him into my life, I marveled at this man standing before me. No longer did I see the kid who had chased me through the halls of third grade with a worm on a stick. Nor the boy who’d studied long into the night with me.

There was a hint of sadness behind the easy banter he shared with my roommate. Was there regret hiding behind his eyes as they traveled over my body? I could only guess at the heartbreak that assaulted him in Phoenix. The man before me was changed, no longer the boy I’d befriended. Somehow, I needed to move on from that boy and become acquainted with the man.

***

I danced. I drank. The evening was enjoyable, just not my scene. As the night ground on, my precious reserve of social energy was rapidly draining. My roommate and companions were just getting started, however, and bid me farewell as they began the next phase of their bar hop.

The dark metro train window held my gaze, my imagination running wild with stories my roommate was likely coaxing out of my neighbor. The walk back to my apartment was lonely, despite the crowded Saturday night streets. Passing my neighbor’s door, I wondered when I would next see him. Maybe soon, I thought finally home.

Hiding under a fuzzy blanket in pajamas, the sounds of a familiar movie soothed me. A knock sounded at my door and I debated pretending not to be there, not answering it. Curiosity overcame me and I padded to the door, fuzzy blanket and all.

“Just checking up on you,” said my neighbor as I opened the door. “Bar’s not really your scene,” he stated more than asked.

“Never has been,” I replied. “But thanks for coming out with us tonight. I had fun, and I think my roommate enjoyed having us there.”

He sat down on the couch next to me and I lay my head on his shoulder. It was like I was nineteen again and the two of us were back in the dorms hanging out. We watched black and white figures rage against mutant plants on the screen; laughed at the campiness of the old movie. The evening was comfortable. My neighbor was comfortable.

“Your roommate told me you’re unbearably horny and instructed me that I’m to fuck you before the night is over,” he said.

“She did not!” I exclaimed.

“So, wanna fuck?” he asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

I sat up, smacking his shoulder as I looked at him and giggled. This question had come up over and over through the years. Every time I’d laugh it away. Yes, I was horny. Yes, I was lonely.

But.

“No, I don’t want to fuck,” I admonished him. “I want a Hallmark movie. I want to be swept off my feet. I want forever.”

There were no butterflies as I reached for his hand. The electric tingle I’d felt when Peter May had entwined his fingers with mine senior year of high school was absent. Peter had turned out to be an asshole, but there had been real chemistry there.

“We’re friends,” I told him. “And co-workers. And now neighbors.” He sat there looking at me, his face concealing his thoughts. “Shit, you really are following me aren’t you?” I said giggling at him. He laughed at that but still said nothing. “You’re my oldest friend,” I started again. “I can’t fuck you without messing this up. Let’s not change anything for now, ok?”

As he had so many times before, he got down off the couch, onto one knee and asked me to marry him. Despite the light hearted nature of this ongoing joke, a small voice in the deepest recesses of my mind asked if maybe he was serious. Had I broken his heart constantly for the past two decades? Has he actually been following me around the country?

No. He just knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“Career. Marriage. Fairytale! Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me.” He obediently climbed back up on the couch, pulled me close, and finished the movie.

***

Two weeks later, my roommate again implored me to go out dancing with her and her latest guy, but I already had my pajamas on and there was no budging me. I was comfortable, happy, encased in bağdat caddesi escort flannel. The couch beckoned and I was alone with the remote control when I heard a familiar knocking at my door.

“Come in!” I shouted, not even bothering to get off the couch. My neighbor bounded through the door, carrying a shallow rectangular wrapped gift, which he placed on the table in front of the couch.

“I got you something,” he said.

“Yes, I can see that,” I replied. “What is it?” I asked, shaking it gently. It rattled.

“A surprise for you. Go ahead, open it.”

I brought my legs down from lounging on the couch and placed the box on my lap. I enthusiastically tore away the bright paper, liberating something the size of Monopoly. Except it wasn’t Monopoly. The box was a matte black with red lettering and maze-like crimson swirls covering all its sides. Abstinence. Under the title was a smaller title. “The game where you don’t fuck around.” A giggling fit caught me as I turned the box over and looked at my neighbor incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Hey, you don’t want to fuck. This is obviously the game for you.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked as I turned the box over examining the swirls covering it. He remained silent as my fingers followed the designs.

“You made this, didn’t you?” I asked him. Inside jokes abounded in the swirls adorning the outside of the box. My fingers over intricate little smurfs dancing through rows of tiny cinnamon buns. And there on the side of the box was a corner of a map of the town I’d grown up in. “How did you do this? When did you do this?” I asked him.

The box looked professionally made, but I was certain there was no way he found this somewhere and bought it. My mind started doing calculations as I opened the box. How long would it have taken him to get the box, the board inside, and the game pieces printed? How long would it have taken him to design this? How long had he been planning this?

“I have a cousin who manufactures board games. I gave him the design and he printed it up for me. I told him it was for a bachelorette party of a friend. But in reality, you won’t fuck me, so we’re going to play a game about not fucking me.”

“I’m not sure what to say,” I told him. “You made me a game about not fucking you?”

“Obviously,” he said, taking the board out of the box and setting up the cards like those on a Monopoly board.

“Ok, so how do we play?” I asked, reaching for a card. He slapped my hand away and made quiet little tsking sounds at me.

“All of this is kind of unnecessary,” he explained. “All you really need are the cards, but I thought it would be fun if there were dice and game pieces and all the trimmings. So, roll the dice. And we go around the board until one of us lands on a card spot. Then pick the card. We get two hours after that to do whatever’s on the card. The only rule is, no fucking allowed.”

I looked at him incredulously. “Ok, so you designed these mystery cards just for me and they all have non fucking activities?”

“I promise, no fucking involved. The name of the game is Abstinence, after all.”

What the cards would involve? Go outside and scream something bizarre? Show the most embarrassing photo on your phone? Tell something you’re glad your partner doesn’t know about you?

“Is this going to be like Truth or Dare?” I asked.

“Just like it, but only dare, and more adult,” he answered. “Look. I’m horny, you’re horny. We’re not kids anymore. Do you trust me?”

If anyone else had uttered those words, they’d be out of my apartment faster than my roommate’s panties come off at a party. Do you trust me was the ultimate red flag. No, I want you to come out and say what you want. But looking at the man in front of me, knowing how far back we went, I was willing to give him a chance.

“I think so, but tell me more about this game,” I said tentatively.

Tonight, I would let the boy I’d known go and embrace the man he’d become. He’d filled out nicely. There were muscles moving under his shirt in ways that I would have called attractive on any other guy. And fuck it, I was horny. And I did trust him.

“We’re going to get naked and we’re going to experiment with how our bodies feel. Are you up for an adventure?” he asked.

I had never been naked in front of anyone. The only thing that I had ever been sexual with was my purple dildo. Even my single high school kiss with Peter May had been chaste and close mouthed. I hesitated. But time wasn’t slowing down.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” I decided, picking a small puppy figurine out of the box. He picked up a large stallion piece, hung like a horse, of course, and placed it next to mine. “Seriously,” I said sarcastically.

He smiled and said nothing.

My eyes traveled across his chest and down to his toes as he retrieved the dice from the box and placed them into my waiting hand. Ok, so he’d grown up. I rolled my eyes at him anyway as I rolled kozyatağı escort the dice and moved my puppy six spaces around the board.

“Does this space mean anything?” I asked.

“Nope, you have to get to a card spot. Whoever gets to one first gets to read the card and do whatever it says.”

He rolled a seven, which was also not a card spot. I rolled the dice again, rolling a three this time. We rolled the dice back and forth for several minutes, moving our pieces around and around the board, neither of us landing on a card spot, until I landed fortuitously on my next turn.

“Ok, you need to pick a card,” he said, lifting the deck of cards and shuffling them before handing them to me. “52 cards here. One for every week for the next year if you’re amenable to spending your Saturday evenings with me for a while.”

“That’s a rather big ask,” I said to him as I picked a card from the top of the pile. “I’m an adult now. Look at my dazzling social life. I never sit around in my pjs and binge Netflix,” I told him sarcastically.

The card was a solid black with a crimson border, matching the game’s general vibe. I hesitated before turning it over, wondering what he had in store for me. I had no idea other than his assurances there was no fucking allowed.

Semi erotic smoke sketches covered the margins of the face. From certain angles, the doodles may have been figures entangled in compromising positions. Fascinated by the lines of one smoke figure with legs spread, being penetrated by a second smoke figure, I didn’t immediately register the writing on the card.

“Hand drawn by yours truly.” He took a little seated bow over the card as I marveled at the skill I knew he had but had never seen rendered so professionally. “You should read the card out loud.”

“Step 1. You must touch all exposed skin to your partner’s exposed skin.

“Step 2. Each party removes a piece of clothing. Repeat the first step.

“Step 3. Continue until no clothes remain.

“Step 4. Once undressed, remain in a position that allows as much skin-to-skin contact as possible for 20 minutes.”

“So, do you want to try this with me?” He asked.

Was I going to do this? I asked myself. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff. My body really wanted to jump because on the way down flying would feel so good. But what awaited me at the bottom? Were we going to destroy our friendship? Was I going to regret not waiting for my soulmate?

“Are they all like this?” I asked him.

“Yup. The point of this game is to get you to beg me to fuck you every week, and then have you wake up grateful in my arms that I refused to fuck you.”

“You are seriously messed up. You know that right?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t horny, desperate to fuck you, but also intent on keeping you virginal and happy.”

For the first time it sank in that he may have been serious all those times. He wanted me. Had wanted me enough to move across the country multiple times. Or was it really a coincidence? Was it creepy that he suddenly appeared at the company I worked for or moved into the apartment next door to me? I wasn’t sure. But I was lonely. And I was saving myself. But I was twenty-four. How long did I want to wait?

“I’m a bit creeped out right now,” I admitted. “You made an X-rated game for me. You moved across the country and showed up at my work. You moved into the apartment next door. I don’t really know what to think.”

He started to say something, but I put a hand up to stop him. “Despite all that, I do trust you. And I am horny.” A smile played across his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I understand. And we can talk about all that,” he promised. “Are you in?”

For the first time in his presence, I felt the flickering of butterflies in my stomach. I stood at the edge of that cliff, and I jumped.

“I’m in.” He smiled at me, and we began to play.

He stood in front of me and took my hands in his as he pulled me up. That hint of butterflies turned into a nervousness I’ve never felt with him. It started deep in my stomach and made its way to the tips of my toes and fingers. Despite our long association, I’d never seen him naked.

“So, I guess that covers our hands huh?” I stated.

“No way,” he said. “This is a game. It goes beyond hand holding.” He ran his fingers over mine, his fingertips brushing up and down each of my fingers. He enveloped my hands in his and brought them to his lips before releasing them.

Neither of us had socks and I needed to break the tension that had formed between us. One foot, then my other found their way onto the tops of his feet. He caught me as I lost my balance. We stood, my feet atop his, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest as I giggled into his shoulder.

“Oh, very clever, but that only covers the top of your feet,” he said, tumbling us to the ground. His feet brushed the soles of mine and I in turn wiggled mine against his. My head turned, our cheeks meeting. A deep rumble reverberated through me, his laughter as I rubbed our noses together, foreheads meeting.

“This is all skin,” he said, puckering his lips. Ignoring his offered lips, I nodded and brought my chin to his, a teasing smile on my lips. The dance of cat and mouse continued, his mouth and mine, lips never quite touching. Eyelashes tickling mercilessly, breath searing, beads of sweat forming.

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Tom’s life was thrown into frenzy when he found out he would have to move to another town during the middle of his senior year in high school. His father had lost his job and the family couldn’t afford for him to stay behind. Not only did he have to move and leave his girlfriend Tracy but they were moving to a big city away from the small town of Clarkton. He had a rough time just before the Christmas break when he had to say goodbye to his basketball teammates and his friends. He promised Tracy he would call every night as she cried on the sidewalk in front of the moving van. He told her it would only be six months and they could get back together again at a college near Clarkton where he had hoped to get a basketball scholarship. .

The family had to stay at his grandparent’s home until his father found a new job. The house was a lot older and the only room available for him was in the finished basement. He was happy down there because he had some privacy, his own bathroom and his own TV. He figured he would just spend the next six months in seclusion.

“Why don’t you go down to the park at the end of the street?” His grandmother said on a Saturday morning before the New Year rang in. “I see kids your age playing basketball and I hear you are pretty good.”

“Na, I’ll just watch TV.” He said feeling sorry for himself.

But she would not have it. “Out, get out of my house.” She picked up a towel and waved it at him.

Tom laughed as he ran from the house. He moved slowly down the urban street noticing the neighborhood was clean and the folks seemed friendly enough. He had over a week before he had to start at the local high school. Maybe if he made a few friends it would be easier on him he thought.

When he turned the corner he heard the sound of someone dribbling a basketball and saw a guy shooting by himself. Not being that shy Tom opened the swinging gate to the fenced in court and stood watching the guy shoot. After draining about six long shots in a row the kid turned and tossed him the ball. “Let’s see what you got.”

Tom looked at the guy and noticed he was wearing long basketball shorts and a baggy sweatshirt. He was around 5 foot 10 inches and seemed to be pretty slim under the loose clothing. Tom hadn’t practiced in almost three weeks and was a little rusty as the first shot was an air ball. The kid laughed and tossed it back to him. Tom took a few dribbled to get the feel of the ball and faded back when he shot his next one. This time the ball swished through the chains that substituted as a net. The kid didn’t say anything as Tom swished his next four shots.

“My name is Billie,” the kid said as he dribbled out to the corner and turned to make another long shot.

“Tom.”

“You ah…visiting?”

“No I just moved in with my Grandparents.” Tom grabbed the ball and dribbled a few times between his legs and whipped the ball back to Billie.

“Which school you going to?”

“Central Catholic.”

“The team could use you.” Billie laughed. “Our team sucks.”

“I’m a senior so they might not take me since the season started already,” he said as he did a cross over dribble and scooped up the ball into the basket with his left hand.

“Nice,” the other kid said.

“Yo, Billie what’s up?” A voice rang out from behind them. Tom turned and saw two more kids walking up.

“This is Tom.” Billie said. “He just moved in.”

Tom held out his hand to shake.

“John,” the tall kid announced. Tom reached to shake the other kid’s hand but he turned and grabbed the ball.

“That’s Joe,” Billie said. “Must be a bad day.”

After the four shot around for about ten minutes Billie asked if they wanted to play some two on two. They all agreed and Billie and Tom played John and Joe. Billie matched up with John that therefore left Tom and Joe playing each other.

Before the other team knew what hit them Tom popped in two long shots over Joe’s out-reached arm. “2 zip.” Billie laughed. Since it was winners out Tom once again had the ball with Joe playing him closer. He faked a jump shot and flew around him to easily lay it in. “3 zip.” Billie said rubbing it in.

Tom turned to see Joe totally pissed. Tom tossed him the ball to check and was surprised when the kid flung it back at him. Tom passed to Billie this time to allow Joe to cool down somewhat but Billie was trapped in the corner and had to toss it back to Tom. Again he faked a jump shot and dribbled around Joe. He left his feet to lay it in again and felt Joe’s hand smack him across the arm and head. Luckily he was able to grab the post holding up the goal before he crashed to the ground. He turned angrily and stopped. He didn’t need to mix it up with someone on the first day at the park. “Foul,” he announced beşiktaş escort as he held out his hands for Joe to throw him the ball to take out.

Joe laughed. “The little pussy was fouled. I guess he doesn’t know the playground rules.”

Tom looked at Billie and John who were trying not to laugh. He bit his tongue and decided to go with the flow. If hard fouls are acceptable then he could do his share as well. Joe moved to take the ball out of bounds and Tom moved to guard him. John was a pretty good player and faked Billie to the left as he drove to the right. He laid the ball in. Thirty-one.” Joe said smiling. Tom knew he meant 3 to 1.

Joe now had the ball and dribbled right with Tom guarding him closely. The boy flew to the right and suddenly pushed Tom away as he faded back for a jump shot. They all turned to see the ball swish through the chains. “Thirty-two,” the boy grinned.

Tom realized quickly that urban street basketball was different than the park in Clarkton. If they could be physical then so could he. Joe again took the ball at the top of the key and moved to the left this time. He tossed John the ball as he cut across the middle and laid it up over Billie. “Thirty-three.” Joe laughed.

Joe checked the ball with Tom again. “Welcome to the city country boy,” he said as he backed Tom up with his hips. As Tom lunged to steal the ball Joe turned the other way and banked the ball off the backboard. “Forty-three. Five wins it.”

Steam was coming from Tom’s ears now as Joe once again took the ball at the top of the key and faked to his left. Tom pretended to go left but quickly moved back to the right. Joe wasn’t expecting his hand to tap the ball away. Tom picked it up and smiled at the startled kid. Before Joe could react Tom’s feet left the asphalt and his jump shot banked in the hoop. “I believe it is now Forty-four.” Tom laughed.

Billie was open for a shot as Tom dribbled to his right so he tossed a bounce pass in his direction. Billie grabbed the ball and started for the basket and almost made it until Joe double teamed him and stole the ball. Tom quickly jumped in front of Joe and held his arms outward to prevent him from driving around him. Billie moved left and right trying to find an opening but didn’t see any.

Tom was ready this time for Joe’s hand to push him away. As Joe reached out to push off with his hand Tom did the same. His hand pushed against Joe’s chest first and he suddenly froze. It was enough for Joe to move around him and make the lay up. “WE WIN!” Joe yelled as he moved over to high five John.

“What the fuck happened?” Billie asked Tom as they watched Joe and John celebrate.

“He…he………has….breasts.” Tom stuttered.

Billie broke down laughing. “Oh fuck I thought you knew Jo is a girl.”

“I better be going.” Tom said still shocked that a girl had beaten his ass in basketball. He waved to John and Jo and headed off the court. As he opened the gate he heard footsteps and turned around to see Jo smiling at him.

“If you ever grab my tit again I’ll kick you in the nuts,” she grinned.

“I…didn’t know,” he said still shocked. “I’m sorry.”

Jo winked at him. “Will we see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back,” he said as he moved away. He turned and saw her blue eyes looking at his ass. As he turned the corner he glanced back and saw the three of them laughing as they headed down the street the other way.

*****

“So how was it?” Tom’s grandmother asked when he came through the kitchen door.

“Different,” he replied. “Very different.” Tom moved down to the basement and picked up the phone to call Tracy. He was not going to tell her he had touched another girl’s breast. His fingers tingled as they remembered the soft feel.

“I know I miss you too,” he said. Their relationship had reached a point where they had touched and kissed each other but had not gone all the way. They were both virgins.

“A dance? This Saturday night?” Tom repeated. “I’m sorry Tracy I can’t make it back this soon.” It was a three hour drive to Clarkton. “Yes you go but don’t be messing around with anyone.” Tom hung up the phone later and sighed. Life sucked.

*****

Jo waved goodbye to Billie and John as she entered her two-story home.

“Josephine is that you?” Her mother yelled from the kitchen.

“Mom, I told you to call me Jo,” the girl said as she moved into the kitchen and sat next to her twin sister Karen.

“Out with the boys?” Karen smirked as she painted her fingernails.

Jo glanced at the perfect hair and makeup on her twin. They might be identical sisters in appearance but definitely not in life. As rough and tough Jo was Karen was equally feminine in her ways.

“Yeah so what?” Jo snapped back. “A new boy moved in the hood.”

“Is he cute?” Karen asked sitting up straight.

“How would I know?” Jo laughed.

“Oh yes, you don’t like boys do you?” Karen quipped. etiler escort “Maybe the rumors are true about you liking girls.”

“Fuck you.” Jo said.

“Stop it right now,” their mother said. “Can’t you two get alone at least one day a year?”

“Yes if you tell her to shut up,” Jo said as she stood and left the room.

Jo was lying on her bed tossing the basketball up in the air when Karen knocked. “Come in,” she said.

“I’m sorry about the lesbian remark,” her sister said as she came in to sit next to Jo on the bed. “I was just kidding.”

“Whatever.” Jo said showing no interest.

“So tell me about this new boy.”

“God I don’t know. He shoots a great jump shot and has good hands.”

“Good hands huh?” Karen giggled.

“Is sex all you think about?” Jo asked.

“Well I’m tired of being the only virgin in…….,” she stopped. “I mean except for you the only virgin in our class.”

“I’m sure I can talk John or Billie to fuck you if you want.” Jo laughed.

“God, you are so gross sometimes,” her sister said. “Is he coming back to play tomorrow?”

“Who knows,” Jo said lying.

Karen stood and walked from Jo’s room.

It was later than evening when Jo walked from the shower that Karen came bursting into the bathroom that they shared. “Don’t you ever knock?” Jo said as she quickly wrapped the large towel around her naked body.

“You know you have a nicer body than me. You should show it sometime.” Karen said as she looked at her sister’s full breasts pushing out the towel and the cute ass cheeks exposed under the terrycloth.

“I’m not a slut like you,” Jo said as she grabbed Karen and led her out the door. Jo smiled as she looked at her body in the full length mirror behind the door. She pulled the towel away and saw the hard nipples pushing upward. She had tried to forget the new boy’s face and his ass but couldn’t. Her heart felt funny and the tingling between her legs had not gone away. For the first time in her life Jo felt real sexual desire. That night was the first time she had ever gone to bed in the nude and the first time in a long time that she had masturbated. The important thing was that it was the first time she had really climaxed.

*****

“See you later Gram!” Tom yelled as he ran out the front door. It was about the same time that he had played basketball the previous day and he wanted to get there early to practice some. He heard the basketball being dribbled and the metal backboard sound when the ball bounced off. He turned the corner and saw one of the guys shooting. When he got closer he realized it was the girl Jo.

“Hi,” Tom said as he walked cautiously onto the court. He didn’t want her to smack him with the ball or kick him in the nuts like she had warned.

“Hi,” Jo said with a smile. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I guess I was a little rough on ya.”

“Na that’s OK,” he said as he caught the basketball she tossed him, “I guess I was a pussy when we played.”

Jo laughed. “John and Billie can’t make it so I guess we can just shot around some.”

“That’s cool.” Tom said smiling. The tough girl wasn’t so tough after all.

“You know you are pretty good,” he said as she swished two consecutive shots from the corner. “You must be on the team.”

“Yeah I play,” Jo replied. She didn’t want to be the one to tell him she was first team all state last year as a junior and had the top schools recruiting her. “You’re a shoe in to make the boy’s team.”

“I hope I’m eligible.”

“You are.” Someone said from behind the fence. Tom turned and saw a priest standing there.

“Hi Father Tim.” Jo said as she ran over to open the gate to the court.

Tom dribbled the ball over to him. “So this is the one I’ve been hearing about?” The priest said looking at him.

“Hearing about?” Tom asked.

“First I get this call from a coach in Clarkton about this kid who can shoot the eyes out and then I get phone calls from others who told me to come to the park today.” Father Tim said. “I haven’t seen you miss yet.”

“Lucky I guess,” Tom said blushing.

“Well I’m also the basketball coach at the school and yes you are eligible if you want to come out for the team.”

“That would be great.” Tom said smiling.

“The first practice after the holidays is next Monday after school. Bring your stuff in early and I’ll give you a locker in the team locker room.” Father Tim said before he turned and left.

“I guess you are on the team,” Jo said as she smacked him in his ass as she ran to pick up the basketball.

“Hey watch it!” Tom laughed.

For the next five minutes they took turns trying to make the most foul shots before they missed. Jo had hit fifteen in a row and Tom had twelve and was still shooting. As Tom was shooting his thirteenth shot he glanced over at Jo who was pulling the baggy sweatshirt over her short blonde hair. He froze when her tee shirt underneath beyoğlu escort pulled out of her shorts showing him her muscular abs.

Jo realized he was starring at her upper body and quickly pulled down her shirt which now showed her ample breasts. “Don’t get any ideas,” she giggled. She was glad John and Billie had not showed up today because she didn’t like showing them her feminine attributes.

“Don’t worry I don’t want to be kicked in the nuts,” he laughed as he stroked the thirteenth foul shot through the hoop.

“I think I’m going to beat you,” Tom announced when his fourteenth shot swished through. As he aimed for the shot to tie her he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It almost made him miss the shot which bounced around on the rim before it fell through. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen before.

“Hi,” Karen said smiling at him. He was even cuter than she had imagined or even hoped for. “I’m Jo’s sister Karen.”

Jo saw it in his eyes the moment he looked at her sister. She had seen it before in the boy’s eyes when Karen made her grand entrance. Today she had pulled out all stops and was wearing a halter blouse and a very short denim skirt. Her raised heels made her legs look even longer and sexier.

“Hi I’m Tom,” he said smiling. He looked at Jo. “Are you two….twins?”

“It’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Karen said smiling.

“Yeah she’s a stuck up bitch,” Jo said as she hooked the ball fifteen feet into the hoop.

“Now-now sis be nice,” Karen added. “I hope to see you in school.”

“Yeah me too,” he said realizing the smile had not left his face.

“If you are not doing anything later would you like to stop by my house? We can listen to some music or something?” Karen asked.

“Listen to some music or something…La de da.” Jo laughed as she repeated the words in her sister’s voice.

Tom laughed. “Sure I would like that.”

“Come over at seven. It’s the next street over number 82.” Karen said smiling. “You are going out with the gang tonight right?” She directed to Jo.

Jo realized her sister had moved right in and had made claim to the new boy. Tonight the guys liked to meet at Billie’s house to play video games. “Maybe.” She answered.

Karen and Jo gave each other hard stares until Karen broke eye contact and backed off. “I’ll see you at seven Tom.” She turned and made sure she gave her best ass wiggle as she strolled down the street.

“I’ll see you at seven Tom.” Jo repeated as she copied Karen’s wiggle. Tom broke down laughing and admiring Jo’s nice butt shaking in the basketball shorts.

“I would have never guessed that she was your sister,” he said as they sat on the bottom seat of a wooden bleacher near the sideline.

“I guess you have a girl friend back in Podunk right?” Jo said as she dribbled the ball while she sat.

“Yes and no,” he said. “We said we would try to wait until the summer but being this far away is tough.” Tom wanted to make sure Karen knew he was available in case Jo said something later.

“So you are like most guys. If something better comes along then take it right?”

“That’s not what I said,” he laughed as he jabbed her on the shoulder. Jo suddenly pushed him back.

“I didn’t say it was wrong did I?” Jo laughed as she tossed the ball against his chest and caught it as it bounced back into her hands. Tom lunged to get the ball but she curled her arms and body around it. He tried to pull it away but couldn’t. As his fingers moved around the ball he once again came in contact with one of her breasts. He froze waiting for her to kick him but she didn’t. She acted like it was not happening so he keep grabbing for the ball and feeling her soft mound.

Jo gasped when his fingers touched her breast again. She pulled the ball tighter against her which then trapped his fingers between the ball and her boob. After a few seconds she relaxed her gripped and let him take the ball. As soon as he got it she jumped on top of him until he was lying on his back on the bleacher seat. Jo’s body moved over his as he held the ball above his head beyond her reach. Her whole body was now lying directly on his and that’s when she felt it. His hard penis pushed against her stomach.

Before Tom could respond he felt Jo jump off of him and saw her run from the court. “Jo I’m sorry!” He yelled as she ran down the street. He picked up her sweatshirt and took a deep breath. He had to get laid quickly because it didn’t take much for him to get hard.

*****

“God he is so cute,” Karen said as Jo smashed through the front door.

Jo looked at her sister and gritted her teeth in anger. “Leave me alone.”

“What did I do?” Karen asked as her tomboy sister ran up the stairs.

Jo tried to forget about Tom as she got ready to go out to meet with the guys. She tossed on her Knicks shirt and long sweatpants and headed by her sister’s room. She peeked in to see Karen standing in the sexiest set of black panties and bra she had ever seen.

“I guess those are for Tom.” Jo said after pushing the door open.

“Yes, do you think he will like them?” Karen giggled as she turned her body to show Jo the black thong strap down between her buttocks.

“You are such a slut.” Jo said. “I don’t think he will fall for your shit.”

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The beginning.

Charles was away on business and would normally have been at home over the weekend but he had an important meeting on the following Monday, so he decided to stay over for the weekend. He told Sybil that one of his clients had invited him to his small farm out in the country for the weekend and that he had a pool table and a small boat on a lake which helped Charles make a selfish difficult decision to stay. He said that it was out of mobile range but left a landline number for any emergency but as they lived in a secure marina development with restaurants and coffee shops, he felt she would be safe.

Sybil was quite conservative in her manner and dress whilst looking classy. She liked conversation and could strike up a conversation easily with young and older males and females.

She was 5,7 ft tall and had a good womanly figure with short styled blue tinged silver hair with good legs and her breasts were still firm with large nipples she was very attractive and looked sexy without realizing it. She had looked good all her life and was a virgin when she met Charles in their youth. Her husband Charles had often told her that a lot of guys would consider her as a milf ( mother I’d like to fuck ) especially younger men, and on a number of occasions had tried to chat her up, she laughed these off but did tell Charles on some occasions, liking the attention from all parties.

Sybil had always remained faithful to Charles but sometimes wondered if he had strayed but he always said no he hadn’t, Charles always had a thing about older mature women when he was younger and wished he could have had sex with an older woman when he was younger, especially a with a classy attractive woman like Sybil. He still has these thoughts sometimes and can imagine how a young late teens teenager would go fuckolic crazy with excitement. Sybil had once said while having drinks with friends one evening that she would like to a have a toyboy before she goes, which was a real shocker but Charles just laughed it off due to the champagne.

Sexually she was quite reserved and didn’t like discussing sex especially if it was crude, but she had her moments throughout life and could let her hair down on rare occasions, these were rare and generally kept in check. This frustrated Charles at times but he had learnt to live with it, He still often tried to push boundaries. As she got older, she wasn’t so keen on having her nipples played with and sucked, however there were times she enjoyed the feeling. She did however like her pussy fingered, sucked and licked.

When she was younger and in the mood, she liked being fisted. She liked having sex in the missionary position legs wide open, on top with her nipples being sucked and played with and occasionally doggy style but this didn’t happen very often. One time while having a bit of passion she asked Charles to go and get some scissors and proceeded to cut holes in an old bra for her nipples to poke through to heighten the feeling, Charles thought Christmas had come early and he nearly did. Sybil generally liked sex and didn’t mind having it regularlarly.

Charles was in his mid-sixties 5,8 ft tall, silver hair, beard quite handsome but overweight and needing to get fitter, as he was starting to feel his age physically, which was beginning to slow him down. He enjoyed his life sex life and was game for anything being a bit of a voyeur he started to become interested in cuckolding ( watching men’s wives having kurtköy escort sex with other men ) life was tough when he was younger but was quite successful in the latter years now working for an international company which he enjoyed, his position involved quite a bit of travelling. This left Sybil to enjoy flower nurseries and socializing. They both enjoyed lunching at the wine estates on weekends, she being keen on wines. He enjoyed the fact that this relaxed her, hoping she would be more adventurous, this worked sometimes.

Sybil decided she would like a light evening meal and would decide what to eat when she arrived.

As it was Friday, being showered already in the morning she would like to look dressy, she went to her wardrobe and took out a French blue wrap over dress with light blue stripes which was just above the knee. She took out a pair of high line white lace panties and a white lace, transparent see through bra, her nipples were subtly visible but not too much although if she got cold, they would be prominent. Deciding on a white lace shawl with white hold up stockings to keep her legs warm if it got cold, with white 4-inch-high peep toe shoes complete with a white clutch handbag.

She walked to the restaurants and decided on an Italian restaurant which she knew quite well. It was quite busy and noisy. The waiter showed her a table which seated three. Sat and asked for a wine list and menu. She decided on a bottle of chenin blanc with a chicken salad. The wine arrived and was poured into a glass, a full bottle would make her tipsy which might help her sleep later. Looking round the restaurant was quite full of couples, young and old and groups. Across from her sat an elderly man in his late sixties. He was quite nice looking, about 6 ft and looked fit. Sybil noticed he was drinking white wine and eating pasta.

The waiter brought Sybil’s chicken salad and chatted with her briefly. She heard a voice say that’s an English accent I hear. Sybil looked up and realized he was talking to her. Not being rude she replied yes. They chatted across tables for a short while. George had seen her come in and thought she was very attractive. George could see under her table and noticed her dress was open mid-way up her thigh. He could just see what he thought was a stocking top and immediately started to get hard, this enticed him to keep chatting. Sybil couldn’t hear him properly and suggested that she would join him as she had not started eating. George said certainly and was quite pleased with himself. George was dressed in a navy blue, short sleeve shirt and beige slacks with polished navy slip on shoes.

They exchanged names and began to chat. George told Sybil he was out with some old naval friends but decided to leave them and have a bit of supper as he lived on his own since his wife had passed away two years ago. Sybil felt a bit sad for him especially when he told her he lived on his own, he had a son who lived overseas. They started to chat about various subjects, he mentioned he was a keen gardener and enjoyed wine tasting which held Sybils attention. Sybil by this time had two glasses of wine George poured her a third glass before she realized. She felt quite mellow and relaxed and enjoyed the conversation. Sybil did not feel threatened in any way. He seemed quite a gentleman and spoke quite softly but with a strong voice.

They both had at least three glasses of wine by beykoz escort 10:30. George suggested that she go to his house which was a secure estate, no strings attached as he really enjoyed her company, which he said was rare. George had ordered an uber for 10:45 and said he would get the same one to take her back. She said no and that has she told him previously she was happily married but also felt a bit lonely sometimes and knew it must be lonely for him. She relented and said she would on condition he made no advances he said he wouldn’t, she felt safer and trusted him. George gave the driver his address and told him to return at 11:50. Sybil felt comfortable with that and got in the taxi with him. It took 15 minutes to his home.

Sybil and George arrived at his home and thought it looked like a nice estate, well kept and secure. This made her feel comfortable but still felt a bit of betrayal just by being there. When she arrived at the house, it was a single level medium size but very well kept garden. Inside it was veery comfortable, lounge come dining area with a lazy boy armchair in soft light blue corduroy with a matching couch, an oak dining table with 4 chairs, oak coffee and side tables, oak wine rack well stocked, sideboard with photographs and ornaments including a cut glass decanter three quarters full of what appeared to be whiskey and glasses. George said to sit in the chair and asked he she would like a glass of wine or a small glass of redbreast whiskey, Sybil said she would like that. George sat opposite the sofa looking directly at her.

They chatted about plants and wine. He noticed her dress and fallen to one side and her legs were slightly open, he could see her lace stocking tops but not her panties. He started to get hard again. By this time Sybil was quite tipsy and her legs were open more and George could see her panties which had slipped into the crevice of her pussy. George was getting a real boner and found it difficult to concentrate on chatting. He got up and went to get a brochure on the whiskey to show Sybil. He stood behind the chair with his face next to hers with his hands either side holding the holding the brochure while they discussed the whiskey. Sybil could feel breath and his after shave which was quite intoxicating. George kissed the side of her neck and she trembled protesting but George kissed her again and she enjoyed it.

She said she had never done anything like this since she was married and felt guilty. George said to enjoy the moment as it would never come again. He told her if she would like he would give her a sleep mask which he had from travelling in business class from a recent trip. He went and got it and placed it over her eyes with a strap over her head. She took another sip of whiskey and relaxed a bit. George put his arms to the side and started kissing her neck again, he done this for a couple of minutes.

He then placed his arms either side of her shoulders and began a gentle massage, which she enjoyed relaxing even further by this time George was really getting worked up as he hadn’t had these feelings for two years. He moved hie hands down and slowly opened the top of her dress revealing her lace bra. Heer could see her nipples and slowly moved his over the bra. Sybil sighed and he felt her nipples stiffen. He massaged them for a minute or two making them really hard. Sybil didn’t want it to stop. He eased the bra cups down until üsküdar escort her nipples sprung out of the top of the cups, He put each one between his thumb and forefinger tweaking them softly but they were rock hard all the while kissing her neck.

She began to moan, he did this for a minute or two moving his right arm down to the waist, he parted the dress sucking a deep breath when saw her panties and stocking tops. He moved his forefinger to the outside of her panties and moving in a circular motion by this time Sybil was moaning and breathing deeply. He had been in the navy for several years visiting various ports and he knew his way round women and what they liked. He continued to do this for some time still kissing her neck and alternatively tweaking her nipples. Sybil stared to buck up and down and he moved her panties to one side and put his finger on the top of her pussy still moving it in a circular manner.

He moved his face to the side and she turned her head and began kissing and tonguing him frantically. This continued for a few minutes, he then pushed two fingers in and began to explore using his thumb to stroke the top of her pussy. This was an ecstasy for Sybil. He was now getting seriously worked up. He moved to the front and unwrapped her dress kissing her legs and stomach. He kissed her again and placed his head between her legs pulling her panties to the side and proceeding to explore her while with his tongue. Licking and probing this went on for some time still using his hands to pull and tweak her rock hard nipples.

He took out his tongue and began to kiss her all the way up to her mouth they frantically kissed and tongued, she tasting her own juices. He stopped and took off his shirt and pants leaving his boxers on she moved her hand to his boxers and pulled out his cock. She felt his hardness, looking down she saw it was about eight inches long by now and two inches wide and was quite surprised having only Charles’s to compare. She moved her hand up and down slowly increasing in rhythm while he was fingering her, he leaned forward and kissed her with his cock resting on her breasts and then moving it up to her mouth w she began to kiss and suck it with greed.

Moving slowly down he kissed her and his cock rested on her pussy she gulped as it was right on the entrance, he stated to kiss and tongue her, she responded frantically as he slipped his cock inside her. She moaned as he moved up and down and from side to side pulling it out and stroking the top of her pussy this she loved and was bucking frantically trying to get his cock inside of her. Opening her legs wide with hands he began to fuck her frantically, they both climaxed shaking and breathing heavily.

He then kissed and asked if she would stay the night, she was tempted by the thought but said no. he got up pulled up his boxers while The uber driver phoned apologizing for the 45 minute delay which was due to an emergency and that he would be there in 15 minutes.

George asked Sybil if they could meet again but Sybil Saw this as being dangerous and did not want to be involve in an affair. She still loved Charles and wasn’t prepared to risk her marriage at this stage in her life. George gave her his number on a card. Which she took but had no intention of keeping.

They kissed and touched each other until the uber driver arrived and then bid their goodbyes.

Sybil arrived home 20 minutes later and was still trembling going over the feelings of ecstasy. She made herself a coffee and cleaned her makeup off, put on her nightie and laid on the bed for a while thinking about how much she enjoyed the sex.

She woke the next morning feeling a bit guilty but smiling to herself for enjoying the whole episode, thinking what she might have been missing these last few years.

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It was five after six by the time Jason left work. He basically ran back to the frat, jumped into the shower, and dressed for the ballgame. He was in his car and reaching in his pocket for his cell when it rang. He answered it, noticing the time as six-twenty-five as he did.

“Jason?”

“Kira, I’m so sorry but work ran over today. I’ll explain later but I’ll be there in three minutes. Can you guys meet me at the curb to save time?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, bye.”

Jason picked up the girls and they were dressed similarly and appropriately for a baseball game. Both had their hair pulled in ponytails through the back of their baseball caps. Tessa’s looked new but Kira’s was an old Yankee’s cap. Kira’s long blonde hair hung down further in the back than Tessa’s brown hair. They each had tight, white tank tops on and Jason’s could make out the outline and darker color of their bras underneath as they climbed into the car. Each had short denim shorts on with hoodies tied around their waists in case the weather got unexpectedly cool. Jason noticed their bodies for it seemed the first time. Both were about five-five but Kira was slightly thinner. Each would be described as slender but Tessa’s breasts were possibly a size bigger, probably between a B and C.

“Hey, you guys,” Jason said hello.

“Hi, Jason,” they echoed in unison as they took their seats, Kira in front and Tessa behind her.

“You look like true baseball fans,” Jason complimented.

“That’s because we are,” Kira replied with a smile.

Jason noticed the pleasing smile and the twinkle of her bright blue eyes. Kira was not gorgeous but at times looked incredibly cute to Jason. Her smile had reminded him of that now.

“Already to go?” he asked turning to address Tessa not to leave her out.

“Absolutely,” Tessa replied.

While Kira said, “We’ve been ready,” hinting at his tardiness.

Jason noticed the softness of Tessa’s brown eyes and was glad she had done away with the glasses for contacts. Her darker complexion was a contrast to Kira’s paler skin. They made a great pair, similar, yet different. Jason smiled at Tessa before turning back. He noticed she had a Met’s cap on. It was possibly an internal rivalry between them which he commented on as they pulled away.

The ride to the game took twenty minutes and they hit a little light traffic getting into the parking lot. The Trenton Thunder was packing the fans in more for the playoffs. The Thunder had lost the first game to the Reddington Redlegs on their home turf. They needed a win today to stay even with them. By the time they reached their seats, the national anthem was playing and the girls removed their caps. Within five minutes of sitting down the first pitch was thrown.

Due to the importance of this game to the Thunder, their ace was on the mound. He had a season ERA of 2.57 and averaged ten strike-outs per game. The leadoff batter for the Redlegs got a single and took second on a bunt by the second batter. The Thunder got the out at first but the Redlegs had a guy in scoring position. The third batter flew out to right but it was deep enough to allow the runner to tag-up and take third. The Redleg’s clean-up batter had been fabulous all year and one of the main reasons they were in the playoffs. He had a 323 batting average and twenty-four homeruns, with 109 RBIs. You could sense the nervousness in the crowd as he came to the plate.

Sean Rogers, the Thunder’s pitcher, seemed to be the only unimpressed person on the field and in the stands. He threw two wicked curves to the Redleg’s batter getting him to swing at the first and barely hold-up on the second which was just outside. Next he got him to chase a high fastball. The next pitch was inside for another ball but moved the batter back from the plate. Sean’s next pitch was a perfect fastball low and over the outside corner. The clean-up batter got nothing but air for strike three and to end the top half of the inning. The crowd erupted and clapped on their feet as the Thunder left the field and came to bat.

Jason ordered everyone a hotdog from one of the vendors and a large soft pretzel. They each had diet sodas too. The Thunder went down one, two, and three in their bottom of the first. The next two innings were scoreless but both teams stranded a man at second. In the top of the fourth, the Redleg’s clean-up batter led off. Sean made a mistake by starting him off with a curve again. This time it hung to long and the clean-up man drove it into the left field bleachers for a homerun. Sean got the other batters out but they were down one. It stayed that way till the bottom of the sixth.

The designated hitter for the Thunder led off the sixth with a double into right-center that ran to the wall. The next batter struck out and the third hit a sky-high pop-up that never made it out of the infield. With two outs it looked like the Thunder might strand another runner in scoring position until the next batter lined a single into left-center. The Redleg’s left fielder did göztepe escort a good job to cut the ball off from going to the wall and held the runner at first with a strong throw to second. However, the Thunder runner at second scored on the hit to tie the game and the crowd erupted with approval.

The Thunder’s ninth spot batter came to the plate. The second baseman, though great defensively, was not a good hitter and his average was just 226. He managed to get the pitch count to 3-1 and Jason told the girls he hoped they walked him. The batter fouled the next pitch off to make it 3-2. Jason was all ready for another strike out when the second baseman hit a grounder right down the third base line. The Redleg’s third baseman dove for the ball but missed it. The ump called it fair. With two outs and full count the runner on first had been running on the pitch. The grounder lost steam in the grass of the outfield and the left fielder had to run a long way to get to the ball. The Thunder’s runner from first scored without a throw and the second baseman made it into a double. The crowd went wild with the 2-1 lead.

“God, I don’t believe it!” Jason yelled.

“Great!” Kira screamed to his left.

“Way to go, Will!” Tessa yelled, referring to the second baseman, Will Torrey.

Jason had turned first to see Kira but she was still jumping up and down. He turned then to look at Tessa. She noticed and practically jumped into his arms in an excited hug. Her slender figure felt great to Jason and her firm breasts pressed into his side. When they broke the hug, he turned once again to Kira. She had noticed the hug with Tessa and either not to be outdone or to show her emotion too, gave him a hug followed by a kiss. It was a fast kiss and their first, but still nice.

The Thunder got a walk to have both second and first occupied before the next batter lined out to center to end the inning. Jason and the girls had hoped to keep the rally going and build a lead but they would have to settle for a 2-1 lead.

It was short lived though as Sean got two outs quickly but then gave up three straight singles. The Redlegs had tied the score and now had first and third as well. The Thunder’s coach pulled Sean Rogers and brought in a relief pitcher. After taking warm-up throws the game restarted. Much to the chagrin of the crowd the reliever promptly gave up another single with the runners going first and third again. Now they were down 3-2 and still the Redlegs threatened more. Fortunately, the next batter flew out to center and they got out of the inning just giving up two runs.

The Thunder failed to score in the bottom of the seventh after the stretch. They managed to get the Redlegs out after allowing two more singles in the top of the eighth. The bottom of the Thunder’s batting order was up again for the eighth inning so Jason commented on that to the girls prompting responses.

“Maybe they’ll do it again,” Tessa proposed referring to the sixth inning.

“I hope so,” Kira added.

“Yeah, I hope so too,” Jason agreed.

It didn’t look like it though, as the first batter just ground out on an easy roller to the second baseman. The next batter drew a hard fought walk after fouling off several pitchers. Will Torrey was again up and Jason commented on the possibility of a double play. They had little time to dwell on that thought though as the Thunder’s manager, probably to avoid the same thing, called for the hit and run play. The batter on first took off on the first pitch and Will Torrey did a fantastic job hitting the ball to the right side of the field. The Redleg’s second baseman had broken for second to cover the steal attempt and the first baseman had been holding the runner on. The resulting hole in the right side of the infield allowed Torrey’s ground ball to roll past everyone into right for a single. The other runner ended up on third. The crowd cheered happily.

Now, with first and third and one out, the crowd was on their feet and hoping for at least a tying score. The Thunder’s manager again shocked everyone, including the Redlegs, by calling for a squeeze play on the first pitch. The Thunder’s lead-off man had been 1 for 2 with a walk on the day and everyone expected he would be hitting away. He laid down a perfect bunt down the first baseline. By the time the pitcher got to the ball, it was too late to go home when he looked there, scoring the runner from third, and the speedy lead-off hitter was safe at first, just beating the throw. The crowd loved that too.

With still just one out and runners on first and second, the Redleg’s skipper decided to make his first pitching change. Their closer was another strong part of the Redlegs team and rumors circled about the Big League potential for the hard throwing short reliever. The Redleg’s manager was taking a chance bringing him in this early with the score knotted at three but he wanted to shut down any further scoring this late in the game by the Thunder.

It bostancı escort looked like a good decision when the next batter struck out. The count quickly ran to 1-2 on the number three batter, who was 0 for 3 on the day. Of the next four pitches, the Thunder’s first baseman fouled off two and took two for balls to run the count to full. The Redleg’s pitching coach came to the mound for a huddle. Jason and the two girls contemplated the discussion as it was going on.

“He’s probably telling him not to walk this guy if he can help it because John Ward is up next,” Jason said, referring to the Thunder’s clean-up batter, whom had had a good year too.

“I think he’s telling him not to give him anything he can drive for a homer,” Kira astutely said.

“No, he wants a ground ball so they can turn the double-play,” Tessa said, surprising Jason and even Kira with her knowledge of the game.

“Wow, good one, Tessa. You too, Kira. I’d love to know what he is telling him,” Jason said as they watched the huddle break up.

“Me too,” Kira agreed.

The next pitch was ninety-five miles-an-hour and slightly high. The Thunder’s first baseman just managed to clip the bottom of the ball and drive it to the backstop for a foul ball. The next pitch was dead center over the middle of the plate and the first baseman drove the fastball down the right field line. The ball hit fair just before the warning track and ricocheted off the wall. The right fielder gave chase and got to the ball fairly quickly. He didn’t have a very strong arm though and the cut-off man took the throw low. He spun around to fire home but it was too late to catch the speedy lead-off batter. The first baseman ended up with a double.

Two runs scored for the Thunder and they went up 5 to 3. The Thunder’s clean-up batter, John Ward was up next with the first baseman still in scoring position. He took the first two pitches for a ball and a strike. The next pitch was a fastball and he hit it hard to right-center but had not gotten all of it. The Redleg’s centerfielder ran the ball down and made a nice catch on the warning track for the third out.

The Thunder brought in their closer for the top of the ninth. He would have to face the middle of the Redleg’s order which had the fans a little nervous despite the two run lead. The first batter lined out to left bringing the Redleg’s clean-up hitter to the plate. He already had one homer on the day. The crowd grew hushed when the pitcher threw him two straight balls trying to get him to chase bad pitches. He had to come over on the next fastball and the batter drove it a long way but foul down the leftfield line.

The crowd got on their feet for the next pitch and cheered loudly. The next pitch was a little outside and the batter tried to check his swing. The catcher appealed to the first base umpire if the batter had gone around. The ump called it a strike which brought the Redleg’s coach out to argue. The crowd booed the coach and yelled at the batter as the coach’s argument fell on deaf ears and he returned to the dugout much to the delight of the fans.

Still on their feet the crowd watched the next pitch just miss inside to run the count to full. The next pitch was outside but just off the plate and the batter fouled it off. The catcher went out to the mound for a conference with the pitcher before the next pitch. It was an inside fastball this time and the clean-off batter hit it off the handle. The bat shattered but managed to pop the ball over the third baseman’s head for a single.

With the tying run coming to bat the crowd grew a little uneasy but cheered loudly too. The designated hitter for the Redlegs was up and swung at the first pitch. He hit a screamer but right to the third baseman. The third baseman caught the ball and noticed the runner on first had started hard for second but then realize the ball was caught. The Redleg’s clean-up batter slipped and fell trying to change his direction and get back to first. He got to his feet and scrambled to first but the throw from the third baseman doubled him up for the final out. The stands erupted in applause and cheers. The Thunder had won 5 to 3.

Kira, Tessa, and Jason jumped up and down with everyone else and cheered. They hugged and both girls kissed him. They stayed to watch the players on the Thunder all high-five themselves on the field before heading into the dugout. The stands were buzzing as the people shuffled out. It took several minutes to find Jason’s car in the madhouse that was now the parking lot. It was another fifteen minutes before they could get out onto the main road. It was still only ten o’clock though.

“Are we just going back to campus?” Kira asked.

“Where did you want to go?” Jason replied.

“I don’t know? Somewhere. I’m too excited from the game to just want to go back home,” Kira continued.

“Me too,” Tessa said.

“Anyone hungry or thirst?” Jason asked.

“Not really,” Kira commented.

“Me tuzla escort neither,” Tessa added.

“Well, I like to watch the airplanes come into Mercer County Airport,” Jason said, “if that appeals to you.”

“Where do you park?” Kira asked.

“There is a great spot right off the runway on one side,” Jason responded.

“Okay. That sound good to you, Tessa?” Kira said.

“Fine,” Tessa answered.

Jason drove to the airport, about fifteen minutes away, as they continued to talk about the game. The next game was Sunday in Reddington and the next home game was Wednesday. Jason asked and both girls were interested in going to that game too. The final, deciding fifth game, would be in Reddington if it went that far. Each team needed two wins now to clench.

Jason pulled into a spot as far from two other cars as he could at the right end of the parking lot. He killed the engine and they sat back to wait for planes and continued to talk baseball. A couple of small planes, out late at night, arrived but it was fifteen minutes before a good sized corporate jet cruised in. It was fun to watch as the wheels touched down not far from where they were parked. Smoke billowed off the braking tires as the plane slowed down the runway.

“Cool,” Kira commented.

“Wow, I’ve never been this close to a landing plane before,” Tessa stated.

“They’re fun to watch,” Jason agreed.

They watched a plane take-off too and then things got kinda quiet for a while. Jason noticed Kira start fidgeting a bit and began to think they wanted to leave.

“Jason?” Kira said.

“Yeah, you want to go?”

“No … I was just curious … I mean … have you brought other girls here before?” Kira asked a little nervously.

“Sure,” Jason replied.

“Just for watching planes?” Kira questioned, but still looked straight ahead.

“Not always,” Jason answered, realizing where she was headed and turning to her.

“What else then,” Kira asked and glanced his way.

Jason felt a little awkward with Tessa behind Kira listening to this whole thing but what the hell he thought. ‘If Kira wants to ask with Tessa here, I’m game,’ he decided.

“It’s a decent make-out spot,” Jason offered. “In fact, I bet that’s what those other cars are doing right now.”

“Is that why you brought us here?” Kira asked.

“Well, no not totally,” Jason started to say.

“Because it’s okay if you did, right Tessa?” Kira said including Tessa which somewhat shocked Jason.

“Sure,” Jason heard Tessa reply surprisingly.

Jason glanced between Kira and Tessa as he answered, “You girls want to get in the back seat?”

“Okay,” Kira said.

“I don’t have to move,” Tessa stated jokingly.

“Okay, then,” Jason said and opened his door.

Seeing Jason do so, Kira opened hers too, but rushed around to the same side as Jason. He opened the back door and got in followed by Kira. Jason got the distinct impression that the girls had thought this through and planned to put him in the middle of the back seat.

When they were settled, Jason slumped down in the middle with his big frame. His head was still even with Kira’s and Tessa’s on either side but his body was more open and his legs were up and parted to fit better. The next couple seconds were like a huge pregnant pause. No one knew what to do next, so Jason decided to take the bull by the horns. He leaned into Kira and kissed her. He kissed her twice and then shifted to do the same thing with Tessa.

‘Good, god, this is wild,’ Jason thought as he felt his dick react.

The prospect of making out with the two of them at once had his libido racing. He switched back to Kira, for three kisses this time, before returning to Tessa for the same amount, trying to keep everything even. On the last kiss with Tessa, Jason felt Kira’s hand on his upper leg. He returned to Kira and during three more kisses with her, he felt Tessa’s hand on his other thigh.

Jason’s cock was pulsing with life at the prospect of fucking these two virgins. Jason tried to tell himself, ‘Be cool, don’t push it too hard,’ but his general lust was taking over quickly.

Returning to Kira, he teased her lips with his tongue as they kissed, resulted in her opening her mouth to him. He moved in and she moaned into the kiss as their tongues teased. Jason felt Tessa’s hand close around his shorts encased cock as it lengthened down his right pant leg. Her hand squeezed lightly making him groan now into Kira’s kiss. He returned to Tessa to introduce his tongue to her too. She had been watching intently the two of them and accepted his tongue right away. Now Kira’s hand pressed low into the vee of his legs, passing firmly over his trapped testicles.

Jason decided not to be outdone and slid both his hands, which had been at his sides, up the front of the girl’s shirts. He passed over their flat bellies and caressed the clothed bottom of their farthest breasts. Tessa moaned into his last kiss before he switched back to Kira. ‘God, this was going better than I could have dreamt it,’ Jason thought.

He kissed Kira and kneaded her left tit as their tongues did battle inside each other’s mouth. Tessa’s hand was growing bolder as it squeezed his cock in different spots. She found the head and Jason nearly gasped into Kira’s kiss when Tessa squeezed that too.

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Step

My girlfriend and her magic fingers

I was home from college and taking it easy for the winter holiday. Nights were spent with my sweetie, movies, dinners and a little smooching. After taking her home I would spend some time with my favorite occupation. Playing with my penis and working up a good orgasm. Life was good.

My father had remarried when I was young and as a result Angus was kind of my mom now. Even though I called her mom most of the time she kind of acted like a big sister or close friend. She thought Step was wonderful and encouraged our romance. One morning at breakfast she asked me if we were being safe. When it dawned on me what she was asking I confessed that we were not doing what she was suggesting. “Oh really, you’re not? Why not? You guys are young. Hormones have to be flowing. Wow, I am surprised. Step is such a lovely girl and seems to be open minded. What is her problem if I might ask?”

When I told mom there wasn’t a problem. We, well actually, I wasn’t ready for it yet. She was ok with my decision and we could wait if that’s what I wanted. Several times Step had kind of hinted that we might do a little more but didn’t push it. Mom seemed a bit shocked but dropped the subject and asked if I was going to help clean the basemen this morning?

After lunch Step was coming over and we had planned a walk in a local park, fast food and then a movie.

I was in the shower when she arrived. Mom hollered up the stairs to hurry up my girl was here and waiting. When I came down Step was blushing and when I asked her if she was feeling ok she acıbadem escort said she was. Mom just added that they were having a little girl to girl talk and when I pressed for more was told to mind my own business. We had a good day and I was beginning to think about maybe it was time to take our relationship a little further. Later that night as normal, I masturbated to the picture of Step in my head.

The next night as we sat by the lake hugging and stuff, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Oh, it did feel good. Maybe it was time to go a little further but when I tried to reach under her skirt she stopped me, “No Franklin. Not here. Just do what you’re doing.” We spent another fifteen minutes or so just hugging and kissing and me holding that breast. I thought one time she might touch me but her hand just rested on my upper thigh.

Apparently she wasn’t in a hurry either. Or so I thought.

Sunday morning I was still in bed. I had woken up with another erection. I thought that last night’s jerk off session would have taken care of me but there it was, hard and waiting. My boxers were hanging from one ankle and the sheets were down by my feet and one hand was fondling my nut sack in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Only the next thing was a knock on my door and starting to swing open. I really should learn to lock it. Mom knew no bounds. Only as I pulled up the sheet to hide my excitement it was Step standing there. “Good morning sleepy head. It’s almost noon you promised we would drive up dudullu escort to the vineyards today.”

Then she stopped and stared. The bulge in the sheet may have given me away. “Oh Franklin, I’m sorry…Are you…Umm…needing some more time? Should I just go back downstairs and see your mom?”

She turned to leave and then just as quickly turned back and closed the door. “Let me see it.”

“What.”

“Your penis…I want to see it. I’ve never seen one. A real one I mean. Let me see it.”

I was stammering and not knowing what to do when she took control. With a couple of steps she was at my bed and just like that she pulled the sheet away exposing me in all my glory. “Oh Franklin, that is so wonderful. Can I touch it?”

Before I could answer her thumb and finger were holding me. Kneeling on the edge of the bed she leaned down at looked at me. Her mouth was hanging open and her blue eyes big. As she leaned back and let go she demanded, “Show me how you do it. Masturbate for me. I want to see you doing it. Come on show me.”

Fool that I am, lying her naked with my fully dressed girlfriend watching, I did. Slowly and wondering why was I doing this? It’s insane; I’m masturbating and letting my girlfriend watch.

Until…”Ok now it’s my turn.” She pulled my hand away and took over. This was so much better than me doing it myself. Her soft hand felt so great. Why hadn’t I ever let this happen?

Just as she asked, “Am I doing it right?”

The door opened again. “Oh, sorry, I’ll just leave you two to bağdat caddesi escort it.” Stepping back and closing the door. I could hear her saying, “In the future you should lock your door.”

“That was so cool. My mom would have a fit if she caught me giving some guy a hand job. Could I come over every morning? You know and do this? It will help with my education. I could base my thesis on how to give an orgasm by hand. I am going to do that right? You are going to do that aren’t you? Orgasm I mean. Should I be doing something else? Are you getting close? Help me out here. I’m kind of a novice at this, you’re my first one.”

I was getting into it. My mom popping in kind of slowed me down but Step was getting me close again. But it felt so good I didn’t want it to end too soon. No, I could have enjoyed this for the next several hours. If something didn’t spoil it. The feelings were boiling up inside me.

“Slow down for a bit. Don’t hurry; let me feel every stroke of your hand. Ya, like that. Ever so softly and slowly, this is wonderful. Why did we wait? I’m such an idiot.”

Even at the slower speed I was getting closer and closer. “Now…faster…ya…Like…That…Oh…Here it comes.” I was exploding. Juice was flying ever where. Oh Step. What she did to me. I had died and gone to heaven.

“Please stop. I’m sensitive right now. Give me a few minutes and we can try again. Just let me recover. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your school project.”

A knock on my door, “If you guys are done for now, anybody want some lunch? Step, Franklin everything ok in there?”

“Yes mom, things are good in here. We’ll be down later. We’ll come down in time for dinner, if that’s ok with you.”

The end

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Leeann was a beautiful brunette. She stood about 5’5″ with baby blue eyes and cute freckles. She had beautiful curves from her big breasts all the way down to her plump ass and thighs. She had just turned 18 and took on a job babysitting for a single father. The single father, Michael was a very handsome man for his age. He was in his mid-fifties and balding slightly. He had light brown hair and green eyes. He was about 5’11” and average build.

Leeann had a beautiful smile that attracted Michael from the git-go. He thought she was incredibly sexy. He had to contain his desires on a daily basis as he knew any sexual contact with her would probably result in the loss of a good babysitter.

One late night Michael came home as Leeann was sitting on the couch. She had on a tight tshirt and tight sweat pants. She stood up immediately to greet him.

“Hey! How was work?” she asked.

“Ha, long and tiring as usual. How’d things go tonight?” he said.

“Oh everything went well, as usual!” she replied.

After a short time Michael could feel his cock beginning to get hard. He casually sat down to hide it. He knew it was wrong but he began to think of a way that he could get Leeann alone some time. He instantly created a plan.

“Are you free this Wednesday? I have to cover someone’s hours at work and I don’t have anyone to watch Johnathan.” said Michael.

“Uhm, sure. What time would you need me here?” Leeann asked.

“Noon.” he replied.

Leeann agreed and went on her way home. Over the next few nights Michael was alone with his thoughts and planning out exactly what would happen. The truth was that Johnathan was going to be sent to his mother’s for a few days and Michael would be alone. But not for long.

Wednesday came around and Michael awoke and got himself ready by showering, shaving and putting on some cologne. He shaved his cock and balls and made sure that everything was in order. He was praying that he’d be blessed with invading Leeann’s tight cunt.

Before he knew it, it was noon. Michael heard a quiet knock on the door and he rushed to answer it.

“Hello!” he said with a big smile.

“Hey Mike! What’s up? How’s Johnny doing?” Leeann asked.

“Uh, well…turns out, Johnathan left for his Mom’s this morning. I completely forgot that it was her day to have him!” he blushed.

“Oh. Well that’s okay.” Leeann said awkwardly as she put her hand on the door.

Michael knew he was about to lose his chance. He put his hand on her shoulder,

“Hey, if you wanted, I’m not doing anything. Would you want to stay for a little bit and watch this new movie that I just bought.” he asked, hoping that she’d say yes.

Reluctantly, Leeann agreed to stay.

“Sure, what movie?” she asked.

“I can’t remember the title.” he said as he merter escort strolled into the living room.

She took a seat on the couch in her gym shorts and cute t-shirt. He could feel his bulge rub against his boxers inside his jeans that suddenly felt so tight. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and motioned toward her to see if she’d like one. She shook her head no and giggled. He entered the living room and sat on the couch next to her. He was so nervous and wasn’t sure how he’d make a move. Her phone vibrated. She had a text. As she closed her phone Michael noticed a photo of Leeann and a boy as her background.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Michael asked curiously.

“Oh, no. Haha, that’s my cousin.” she laughed.

“Oh, I’m surprised.” he said.

“Why’s that?” she began to get nervous.

“Well, you’re a pretty girl, I’m just surprised that you’re not with anyone.” he said kindly.

“Oh, nope. There’s never been anyone worth my time.” she said confidently.

He suddenly asked himself if she were a virgin. He almost had to know.

“So..you’ve never even had sex?” he asked. He knew he was crossing the line.

“…no…” she laughed uncomfortably.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” he replied.

“It’s okay. No big deal.” she smiled. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin or anything, it just sucks being the only one of my friends that is.” she said.

“Oh. That’s unfortunate.” he said as he locked eyes with her. He placed his hand on her knee. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. And guys your age don’t know anything about women and how to treat them anyway!” he said, his bulge growing by the moment.

She noticed his member bulging at the zipper of his jeans. She giggled.

“I take it that you know how to treat a woman then?” she asked.

She suddenly felt a little bit anxious and kindof wondered what it’d be like to have a sexual relationship with an older man. Michael couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began to move his hand up Leeann’s thigh.

“In fact, I do know how to treat a woman.” he said as he smiled and leaned in to kiss her neck.

Leeann smiled.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” she suddenly pulled away.

“Oh..I’m sorry. I…I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable…I..I just..I think you’re beautiful…And I can’t help it. I just wanted to…” he stuttered.

Leeann cut him off “you just wanted to what? fuck me?” she asked.

“Oh..oh no. I wouldn’t say that…I’ve just wanted to explore you. And have you explore me. Make love I guess..” he was so nervous.

Leeann cracked a half-smile and leaned back toward him. Michael smiled back and began to kiss her neck again as he slowly moved his hand up her thigh. Leeann could bağcılar escort feel her nipples getting hard and a strange sensation going from her stomach all the way down to her tight virgin cunt. Michael began to lift Leeann’s shirt with his other hand and slowly, he exposed her 32D breasts. He pinched one of her nipples as she let out a quiet moan. Michael smiled devilishly.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked.

“Mhm.” she quietly moaned.

Michael’s hand was now directly over Leeann’s mound. He began to move his hand up and down along her slit. He could feel her warmth and slight wetness through her shorts. She groaned in pleasure. He was rock hard now. His pants were suffocating his member. Michael stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Leeann’s eyes grew wide.

“Don’t worry.” Michael said reassuringly, “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, I’m just giving it some air.” he smiled.

Suddenly Leeann felt more comfortable and took off her shirt and bra the rest of the way. Michael grinned as he leaned down to suck on Leeann’s nipples as he stood in his boxers, his member protruding. She groaned and moaned as he went back and forth between breasts while using his thumb to massage her throbbing clit through her shorts. she was moaning and groaning and grinding her cunt into his hand. Michael knew she was really liking everything. He knelt down as he slowly began to remove her shorts. To his surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties! Michael gasped and smiled at Leeann. He pulled her shorts down farther to reveal a shaved cunt.

“Oh wow!” he said, “you shave!?”

“Yes.” she giggled.

Michael was so surprised. He could feel his cock throbbing. He wanted so badly for Leeann to voluntarily take his cock into her hot, wet mouth. But instead, he decided to take her juicy cunt into his mouth. He moved in slowly, inhaling her sweet scent. He was groaning in anticipation. He slowly inserted one finger into her tight hole. She groaned loudly and ground her hips into him. He grinned as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her virgin cunt. He picked up speed and twisted his finger around before suddenly adding another. She groaned again, this time wincing a little bit.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Mmm, yeah.” she panted.

He knew she wanted more, and he knew he needed to taste her sweet juices. He moved in closer and slowly extended his tongue and slowly slid it across her clit. Leeann let out a loud moan. Michael couldn’t resist. He began flicking his tongue up and down against her clit. She writhed and bucked like mad as he held her legs over his shoulders and buried his face into her cunt. She was moaning and screaming begging him to stop as he relentlessly ate her pussy until she came. He licked halkalı escort up all of her juices and stared up at her. After licking her cunt clean, he slowly kissed from her cunt up to her breasts, to her lips. He passionately kissed her as his cock was bulging into Leeann’s warm and tired cunt. He didn’t want to ask for favors, but he wanted so badly for her to suck his cock. He rolled off of her and sat, lets spread on the couch. He began to rub his cock through his boxers groaning slightly. Leeann’s curiosity led her over to him. She sat there naked and stared at his member. She casually looked up at Michael and he assured her with a silent nod. She began to slowly remove his boxers to expose his 7 inch cock.

“Wow.” she gasped “that’s huge”

Michael just snickered as he guided her hand around his throbbing cock. The touch of her skin against him made him groan. He began guiding her hand up and down his member. Soon, he let go and let her do the rubbing. Her hands were silky smooth and her grip was perfect. She changed speed and could occasionally run her thumb over the tip of his cock. She watched pre-cum seeping out of the tip and suddenly, she yearned for a taste.

“Can I?” she asked as she looked from Michael’s eyes to his cock.

“Of course.” Michael replied, not trying to sound too anxious.

Leeann moved onto the floor and knelt between Michael’s legs. With one hand holding onto his cock, she slowly kissed the tip. The sensation sent shivers down Michael’s spine. He moaned in pleasure. Leeann stuck out her tongue and began to lick slowly from the base to the tip, and slowly flicking her tongue on his tip much like he did to her clit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his load much longer. Leeann opened her mouth and slowly took his cock. Inch by inch Leeann consumed his big cock. She couldn’t take it all. But that was fine. She sucked and licked like a pro. Michael couldn’t believe how talented she was with her mouth and hands.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Michael panted.

“Nope. I swear.” Leeann giggled as she went back to his cock.

It didn’t take long before Michael knew he was going to blow.

“I’m going to cum any second now.” Michael groaned.

“Should I take it in my mouth?” Leeann asked curiously.

“If you want, yes..” Michael grunted.

Leeann curiously placed her mouth around Michael’s cock again and began to suck and bob her head up and down along his shaft. Within moments he unleashed his load into her hot, wet mouth. Leeann winced a little at the taste but swallowed his entire load. Michael was baffled at how amazing she was at giving a blowjob. For her first one especially.

After Michael had finished and put back on his clothing. Leeann got herself ready and was curious as to what was going to happen now that she and Michael had done something sexual together.

“So…what happens now?” Leeann asked.

“If you’re not busy, you can come over tomorrow.” Michael replied with a big grin.

Leeann smiled and nodded and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked.

“Same time tomorrow!” he said.

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