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It was dark, and quiet without her in the room. We’d had a fight and I was now laying alone in the queen size expanse of our bed, thinking about the dumb reason we had fought. I began thinking about how it felt when we had make-up sex though it didn’t seem like she was coming back for it or ever. I began to absent mindedly run my hands over my naked body, teasing my nipples thinking of her, and her wicked tongue.

My fingers tweaked my beaded nipples. Then they slid down my body to my slowly moistening cunt. I thought about her being there while I began to play with myself my fingers dancing in and out of my body. I smiled and delighted in the sensations I was creating in my body…my fantasy inflaming me. My orgasm came quickly but left me feeling lonely and empty. I fell asleep dreaming of her.

It was late when I suddenly felt arms wrapping around me, I almost screamed but recognized the voice that suddenly said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dance with that other girl. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t love you because I do.”

I smiled and rolled over, “I’m sorry too. I over reacted.”

I cuddled into Kate and she cuddled back. She kissed my forehead and I looked up at her, she kissed my full on the lips. Her tongue was slipping inside my mouth and tasting me.

She was still clad in her clothes…her white wife beater and the faded blue jeans she wore that clung Esenyurt Escort to her curves and made me want her every time I saw her in them. I pulled the wife beater off over her head as we continued to kiss and she continued to tease my breast with her fingers pulling and tugging at my nipples making me want more, like her lips on my breast. I pushed her head towards my heaving breast. I was panting she teased me fighting my urgings in order to lick and nibble on my ears, and bottom lip. She was doing the things that drive me crazy.

“Am I forgiven,” She pants in my ear, “I forgive you.”

At that moment I was so excited I could only nod. She knew me so well, my Kate. Her mouth licked and nibbled its way towards my breast. I panted knowing what was coming and getting more excited about it. The feeling of her mouth one my breast was amazing. I couldn’t believe the excitement that flooded through my body. My cunt flooded as well. I was almost embarrassed by the moisture that was there; embarrassed because she knew me so well and I couldn’t hide my excitement. She continued to suck and play with my sensitive nipples.

I drug my nails up and down her back, attempting to bring here the same pleasure she brought me. I started with very light pressure slowly increasing it as I continued. I panted and groaned. As I continued to tease her she pressed her hips against my İstanbul Escort upper thighs, they began to part and she rolled us so I was on my back. She was nestled between my thighs. I struggled to reach between us aiming my questing fingers at the buttons at her jeans. I tugged at the waistband and then the zipper fighting to release her pussy.

She laughed at my attempts to reach her sex, she stopped and I whimpered. She stood above me unzipped her pants and slide them down her body along with her boy shorts exposing her sex to me. I arched myself up and reached for her, my fingers teasing her wet sex. I smiled as she worked herself up and down on my fingers for a few moments. She sank to the bed, crushing my breast into hers as she kissed me. I continued to stroke her clit.

I removed my hand from her pussy, and fell back onto the bed pulling her with me. We kissed for a while longer before Kate began nibbling and kissing her way down my body. My skin stippled with goosebumps, my stomach quivered as her tongue circled my belly button. I pulled my legs up my calves sliding against her ribs, and she groaned softly against my groin. She wedged her shoulders between my thighs and slowly parted my moist heat with her thumbs. I felt Kate’s cooling breath wash over me, and then her scalding tongue brush my sex.

I attempted to close my legs and shut out the pleasure was bringing Beylikdüzü Escort me. I felt her tongue continue to flick and tap against me, as her fingers began to slowly sink inside of me. My back arched and her long arm stretched up my body to hold me in place. My stomach rose rapidly, the anticipation had over excited my body and I nearly exploded after only a few moments.

I needed a distraction and begin to try and pull her back up my body to kiss her and slow things down but she resisted, “At least let me taste you,” I begged. She twisted around so that I could. I drove my tongue inside of her, swirling around and pulling her essence back into my mouth. She groaned and paused at her ministrations, pressing her sex into my mouth. I wiggled my tongue against her clit, used one hand to pull her closer as the other hand sank two fingers inside of her.

I plunged my fingers in and out of her as Kate’s fingers sank into me over and over. We teased each other for a while before Kate’s thighs began shaking slightly. I began pushing against her clit with my tongue, my fingers driving in and out of her rapidly. She began doing the same, moaning against me as well. My back arched off the mattress nearly dislodging her as I began cumming all over her face, as Kate began gushing over my face. We laid on the bed her on top of me as we began relaxing. She continued to lick and clean me. She rolled off of me, and turned around.

“I’m sorry,” Kate whispered in my ear, “I was really just going to come in and cuddle with you.”

“I’m glad you woke me up,” I said and

cuddled against her. Soon our legs were tangled in amongst each others and we fell quickly asleep.

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If this chapter feels different from the rest, I apologize. I lost my spark halfway through and it was difficult to write my way to a better point.

*****

They arrived back into Sierra Falls about lunch time, splitting up to clean up from a week in the woods, agreeing to meet at Rebecca’s dads for a light dinner and planning.

It wasn’t until they came back with a full week of activities planned that JJ realized Ashley was acting a bit distant. She still cuddled into JJ on the couch, still stood next to her and made goofy faces while they brushed their teeth, even initiated sex. She was quiet and almost withdrawn between their normal activities and interactions, something JJ had at first assumed was due to the new plans, their week chock full. Now, lying in bed with a dozing Ashley snuggled close, JJ began to rethink things. Was she still upset over Veronica? JJ hadn’t responded to her ex yet, at a loss for words. JJ sighed and laid her hand over Ashley’s, set low on JJ’s belly. She needed to deal with Ronnie before anything else could escalate.

JJ woke suddenly, unsure what had startled her, her eyes adjusted to the faint light of an early sunrise. Must be very early, the backyard clearly visible through the sliding glass doors not yet washed with color, just a simple hint of light.

She rolled over, shifting carefully to not disturb Ashley, only to roll into an empty space. JJ raised up on an elbow, fully and instantly awake. Her eyes caught the light under the bathroom door, realized Ashley had probably snuck away to pee. Her heart still raced, her pulse fast and loud in her ears. JJ flopped back into the pillows, exhaling deeply.

Five minutes later Ashley still hadn’t emerged and JJ was not going back to sleep. Another sigh escaped as JJ slowly pulled herself from bed and snagged her cigarettes on the way to the back door.

Ashley left the bathroom and tip toed back to JJ’s bedroom. She was surprised to see JJ’s bed empty, but a quick look around revealed the sliding glass door, cracked open. Ashley ruffled her hair, unsure what to do. She’d woken up at 4, her usual morning wake up, needing to run. She’d been neglecting her regimen and was starting to feel it. She hadn’t intended to wake JJ, hoping to get out and run, maybe clear her head of some of the thoughts that had plagued her the evening before. Now she wasn’t sure leaving was a good idea without telling JJ. Ashley twisted a curl around her finger, watching the smoke drifting across the quiet backyard.

She stepped through the door, cocking her head with a small smile. JJ was leaning against the porch railing smoking, completely naked. Feeling impish, Ashley pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. The click-click of the shutter got JJ’s attention, her head turning to face Ashley for a second picture. Her expression smoothed out quickly, but Ashley had seen the crease between those dark eyebrows. JJ was thinking hard.

“That’s real mature.” JJ’s voice was raspy from sleep and smoke.

“What? You’re the one outside naked. Besides, I’m going to need something to take back to school for those long, lonely nights. Would you rather I raided your sweatshirts and panties?”

“Leave me my leather jacket. Take whatever else strikes your fancy.” JJ looked Ashley up and down. “Going somewhere?”

Ashley nodded, already dressed in a tank top and loose running shorts. She held her shoes in hand. “Just for a run. I’ve been slacking. I gotta pick it up now or Coach will kill me. Literally run me to death.”

JJ nodded and took a drag, exhaling the smoke away from Ashley. “Don’t leave just yet.” JJ set the half smoked cigarette on the porch railing and disappeared into the house.

Not sure what JJ wanted her to wait for, Ashley sat and put her socks and shoes on, tying the laces tightly. She began to stretch, loosening her muscles and beginning to warm up.

A minute later Ashley was bouncing up and down, accelerating her heartbeat and getting her blood flowing a little faster. JJ came back out, still naked, holding a key. Ashley stopped bouncing, her heart racing faster than her warm-up allowed.

“I had this made after the house was finished. I’ve been debating when to give it to you and now seems like a good time.” JJ offered the key to Ashley who took it, looking down at the small silver object with quite a bit of awe. Her own key to JJ’s house. This was a big step for them, one she hadn’t been expecting any time soon. It wasn’t so much a sign of how much JJ loved her as an open invitation into her home. Into her space, something Ashley didn’t want to crowd or take from the older girl. Not to mention, they’d only been dating for 5 weeks. She didn’t even leave clothes behind, packing an overnight bag for nights at JJ’s.

“This is for me?” Ashley couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yes.” JJ picked her cigarette back up, flicking away the ash that had accumulated. She took a long drag, watching Ashley watch her.

Ashley flung herself at JJ, who caught her with one arm, the Avcılar Escort other holding the still lit cigarette away from them. She kissed the corner of JJ’s mouth and squeezed her tight. “Thank you.”

JJ hummed, exhaling the smoke she’d been holding. “You’re welcome. Go run. I’m going back to bed.” JJ patted Ashley’s bottom and took one last drag off the cigarette before pitching it into the butt can.

Ashley left and JJ went back inside, but instead of laying down, she retrieved her phone from its charger and sat in the rumpled sheets. Opening her messages she selected Veronica and began typing.

“We need to talk face to face. Pick a day and a time that works for you, then send me your Skype details. If you don’t have one, make one. I’m not buying a plane ticket.” JJ sent the message after reading it over, not taking too long so she couldn’t have second thoughts.

Her phone buzzed seconds later anyway. She opened the text and read, “Wow. Too scared to meet up in person?” JJ sighed. This is what she was hoping to avoid, Veronica’s attitude.

“No. I don’t feel our conversation requires us to be in the same room.” JJ sent back.

It took Ronnie longer to respond, but when she did it was simply with a skype username, next Wednesday’s date at noon. JJ added a reminder to her phone’s calendar and laid down. She didn’t know what to say to Ronnie, but she’d figure that out when they talked. For now, she could focus on Ashley and their relationship.

***

The plan for the evening was to go out dancing at the club. It was one of the many nights with no theme, no cover charge. Everyone had agreed to meet at Rebecca’s dads for pre drinks, so JJ drove herself and Ashley over after a quiet dinner with Debra.

The entire night passed in a colorful blur for JJ. Nathan, Sarah’s boyfriend, tagged along as a designated driver to let the girls have a night out. They even borrowed an suv from Rebecca’s dad to fit everyone in the same vehicle.

Once they got to the club Chloe put herself in charge of drinks, which ensured everyone got drunk fast and stayed that way. The dancing was fast and fun, the music loud and heavy on the bass. Chloe led the charge whenever she felt it was time for another round, the whole group returning to the table Nathan held for them. They sat just long enough to down a shot or slam a drink before they were back out dancing.

Before JJ knew it, Rebecca was rounding everyone up and herding the group back out to the car.

In the car, Nathan driving them back to Rebecca’s dads, Chloe and Brenda decided to stand up through the moon roof to cat call anyone walking along the sidewalk. JJ almost missed Ashley climbing up to join them, hauling the giggly blonde back down at the last second.

Her lap was suddenly full of drunk blonde, something she usually enjoyed. JJ wrapped her arms around Ashley to keep her upright when they made a right turn. Ashley laughed at the way they leaned into the g force of the turn, playfully exaggerating the motion. JJ giggled too, squeezing Ashley tighter and resting her chin on Ashley’s shoulder.

They arrived safely at the small mansion that was Mr. Martin’s home. JJ had recently learned how Rebecca’s parents had divorced while the girls were in middle school. Her father had given up the house to move into this place, a monument to wealth and, in JJs opinion, over compensation. Tree lined drive, a huge manicured lawn with perfectly potted flowers and shaped bushes. The front pathway and porch were laid in massive slabs of stone, while the front door stood at least ten feet tall, heavy and adorned with rustic wrought iron. Inside it had seven bedrooms with as many bathrooms, a den, formal dining room, and huge kitchen equipped with state of the art appliances. JJ hadn’t seen the backyard, but Ashley had mentioned it’s pool with an attached spa and separate hot tub. While the house was beautiful it made JJ love hers all the more for it’s small size and warmth.

After bidding Nathan and Sarah a loud and slurred farewell, they all wobbled to their respective rooms, Rebecca leading Amy down a long hall to her room, everyone else breaking off to the various guest rooms. JJ paused briefly in the doorway to the bedroom she and Ashley would share, watching Chloe dance into her room while Brenda ricocheted off a corner and into her room.

“Jordyn.” Ashley’s loud whisper turned JJ’s attention back to the girl in her arms.

“Hmm?” JJ walked them into the room until Ashley’s legs bumped the bed. She brushed a curl away from Ashley’s cheek, the creamy skin flushed from alcohol and dancing.

Instead of speaking Ashley nudged her hips into JJ’s, pressing into the strap on JJ had worn out of habit. The pressure and the needy pout on Ashley’s face pulled a growl from JJ’s throat.

Ashley resisted when JJ tried to lift her onto the bed. She pushed JJ’s hands away, quickly unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it halfway down the older girl’s arms, temporarily trapping her. Running Beylikdüzü Escort her fingers up JJ’s torso Ashley flicked at the eager nipples peaking the fabric of JJs undershirt. “You’re teasing me with your cock again.”

Tossing blonde hair back over her shoulder Ashley made quick work of JJ’s pants, opening them with only one fumble. She pulled underwear out of the way, humming at the sight of the cock bulging the sky blue briefs. When the dildo hung free and huge, Ashley hoisted herself up onto the bed. Time to tease JJ.

JJ watched as Ashley pulled her top off, tossing the skimpy tank away. Underneath she was bare, no bra to shield her excited pink nipples from view. JJ tugged her left arm up, her attempt to free it foiled by the cuff still buttoned around her wrist. Any further work at freeing her hands was stopped when Ashley leaned back and spread her legs, the short black skirt bunched at her waist exposing an equally bare pussy to JJ’s eyes. Golden blonde curls were darkened by copious amounts of liquid excitement.

Ashley smirked at the way JJs eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. She lowered a hand between her legs and drew a single finger through the wetness that had accumulated all evening. “This is what you did to me, dancing so close with that big hard thing in your pants. Rubbing on me, against me, teasing.” Ashley lifted her finger, a sticky string stretching between finger and sex.

JJ moaned, struggling to sort her shirt out so she could unbutton the cuffs. She wasn’t having much luck, her eyes glued to Ashley’s finger. Her struggling had her shoulders and biceps flexing, something Ashley appreciated.

“I love your shoulders. They’re perfect. Just enough muscle to give some curve, definition. Not enough to turn you into a linebacker. It turns me on to watch them.” Ashley whispered, her wet fingers slipping up to her clit and flicking back and forth lazily. “I love all your muscles, really. The way they, like, bulge against your skin. Reminds me how strong you are, how solid.” Ashley bit her lip, her fingers moving slow and steady.

JJ stepped closer, panting while a faint pink flush crept over her chest and stained her cheekbones.

Ashley stopped her progress with a heeled foot. “You only get to watch. It’s my turn to tease you.” JJ’s swallow was both visible and audible.

“When I say solid,” Ashley continued, “I mean how you press me into the bed when you’re on top. How even when I try to overpower you, it’s pointless. You’re so much stronger and I really love that. It’s why you can fuck me so hard. Fucking dominate me so easily. Just…pin me down and take me.” Ashley huffed, her head falling back as her fingers moved faster and faster.

JJ stood and watched, Ashley’s high heel still pressed to her belly. She wanted so badly to do exactly what Ashley was describing. Her pussy was clenching in time to her racing heart, her clit throbbing beneath the exposed harness. Sweat trickled down her back at the effort to stay put.

Ashley was getting close but she kept talking, almost unable to stop. “The way you fucked me that day…in the armchair, god. You were soo deep. It almost hurt, like you were…hitting something. But you were also rubbing against so many yummy good spots.” Ashley looked up at JJ, holding her intense gaze.

“All I could think about tonight was fucking you. In the booth, against that back wall, in the bathroom…it didn’t matter where.” she paused to whimper and jog her hips under the stimulation of her own hand. “I need it so bad, JJ.”

JJ growled, leaning in so hard Ashley’s heel was leaving an imprint. That fucking whimper when Ashley said her name was too much. JJ moved her wrists behind her back and began working on the cuff buttons.

Ashley didn’t see JJ move, her head having fallen back to the bed as she kept her hand moving frantically between her legs. Words were beyond her at this point, panted breaths and needy sounds all she could manage. She could hear how wet she was, a soft liquid sound as she frigged her excited clit. Ashley closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep a scream from escaping, her orgasm finally reaching the peak.

JJ freed her arms just as Ashley came, throwing the shirt to the ground and leaping onto the bed. She didn’t bother to wait for Ashley to calm, effortlessly lining the tip of her cock with the soaked, pulsing entrance to Ashley’s pussy and burying the entire length in one lunge.

“Oh fuck!” Ashley yelped, surprised by JJ’s move. She held on tightly while JJ pumped into her like a mad woman, sweat dripping from her hair onto Ashley’s cheek. The rough onslaught felt deliciously good, rubbing and nudging exactly as she’d described moments ago. Ashley groaned and lifted her head to lick JJ’s chin, overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations pinging through her.

JJ shifted, tossing Ashley’s legs onto her shoulders and pressing herself over the blonde, began using deep, hard strokes. Every time she bottomed out, Ashley grunted happily Bahçeşehir Escort and JJ’s clit got the pressure it needed. She gritted her teeth and looked down between their bodies, watching the glistening cock sink into Ashley’s pussy. Damn, that was a hot sight. Both girls were so absorbed in their fucking that neither of them noticed the figures in the doorway.

Chloe clamped a hand over Brenda’s mouth, stopping the taller girl from loudly interrupting. She held a finger to her own lips to tell Brenda to be silent. She wanted to perv out on them, find out what the big deal was, and see what they were being so secretive about.

Brenda nodded and pulled Chloe’s hand away. They both turned back to the action and watched as JJ pulled away from Ashley, flipped the blonde onto her hands and knees, and proceeded to fuck her even harder, the slapping of their bodies easily heard. Ashley was babbling and moaning, hair flying as she tossed her head. Chloe bit her lip and groaned quietly when JJ grabbed a handful of wild blonde curls and tugged Ashley’s head up, forcing a deep arch. JJ was muttering something, but Chloe couldn’t quite catch the words.

Brenda shifted, not used to watching people fucking. She was getting turned on, which made her a little uncomfortable. The excitement wasn’t the problem, but its source disturbed her on a basic level. These were her best friends turning her on with their unintentional show. She jumped when Chloe leaned into her side, the contact sparking her skin. Brenda looked down and jerked away from Chloe when she realized the petite blonde had a hand stuffed in her panties.

Chloe bit her lip, slowly rubbing her swollen labia over her equally swollen clit. Watching JJ overpower Ashley was thrilling. Chloe was starting to think about inching into the room and potentially join the girls on the bed when she was hoisted into the air and hauled back down the hallway.

When Brenda dropped her onto the bed Chloe finally spoke up. “The fuck Brenda? I was enjoying that.”

“You’re invading on their privacy. We both were.” Brenda kicked at piles of clothing Chloe had scattered on the floor.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “So? They didn’t even see us! Too busy playing hide the salami.” She cupped her pussy again, calming its unsatisfied need.

“That doesn’t make it okay and you know it.” Brenda crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at Chloe.

“How am I supposed to not watch when they keep making those sounds?” Chloe asked as a loud warbled moan echoed into the room.

“You behave yourself! Respect their privacy! Quit playing with yourself, geez.” Brenda pointedly looked away from Chloe, the latter’s hand back inside her panties.

Chloe huffed, leaning back on her free hand. “It’s my room. Feel free to leave if you don’t wanna watch.”

“Yeah. Stay in here tonight. Kay?” Brenda gave Chloe a squinty eye look.

“Yes, mother.” The sarcasm of the retort died out in a whimper that sent Brenda to the doorway.

“I mean it, Chloe.” Brenda sighed at the yelp from down the hall and Chloe’s needy groan in response. “Goodnight, Chloe.”

***

Breakfast was a quiet affair, everyone suffering from some degree of a hangover. Showers and coffee seemed to perk everyone up enough for Amy to confirm their plans for mini golf.

Everyone drove separately to the amusement park, mini golf the only real plans for the day. Sarah met them there, looking like she’d had to recover from a nasty hangover too.

A full game was purchased, clubs and balls selected. Brenda kept the score cards to herself, determined to keep track. Ashley clucked her tongue and took all but one scorecard, chucking the rest in the nearest trash bin.

“This game is strictly for fun. No score keeping.” she teasingly scolded the taller girl.

“Keeping score is fun! Especially when I’m winning!” Brenda kissed her golfball, green like her favorite lucky swimming cap.

“And when I’m winning?” Amy asked, strolling behind them, hand in hand with Rebecca.

“That’s when I have to step up my game. Work on strategy. Angles and such.” Brenda tucked the empty card into her jeans pocket and marched to the first hole.

The first 9 holes were played with relaxed competitive banter amongst the girls. Lots of jabs about form, forcefulness, and aim. There were just as many retorts about sunlight in eyes, low blowing cross breezes, and unauthorized dents in both the green and the balls.

By the 11th hole, there was a marked change, both Amy and Brenda taking more care in their shots, Rebecca sneaking looks at the scorecard. JJ decided to nose her way in while neither one was paying attention, keeping her shots under par and slowly gaining on them.

Ashley, Chloe, and Sarah caught on quickly, Sarah having been delegated to honorary score keeper when her ball bounced off the course into the water. The bespectacled brunette very slyly kept the two competing against each other, neglecting to mention when JJ took the lead by a slim margin at the 16th hole.

Rebecca realized what was up when, at the next hole, Ashley gave JJ a good luck kiss and Chloe commented that JJ didn’t need any extra luck, she was doing just fine. The redhead snuck a look over Sarah’s head, her indignant gasp almost messing up JJ’s shot.

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She was so beautiful, so sexy.

I watched her clothes caress her skin with each breath, saw the outline of her bra sink into her side, her breasts full, softly hanging. Her whole body jiggled with each movement she used to emphasize her words. Her body whispered to me underneath her voice…sex(touch me)…sex(kiss me)…sex(fuck me). I watched her pants curving over her full hips, disappear between her legs, saw the seam gently part her lips.

Deliciously ripe, juicy was the perfect word. I knew that if I bent to kiss her sex, I could lap up and sip, drink and suck…so full of those juices. Like a peach…running my tongue over it to make the fuzz lay flat. So ripe there’s no need to bite it…just suck…slowly…forcefully, until it opens and sweet nectar seeps out. Closing my eyes to savor the moment the first trickle flows over my tongue. I poke my tongue through the raggedly opened hole to scoop out more…

I knew she was like that peach.

I felt her fingertips brush my arm…her perfume tickles my nose as her warm, soft hand lays on my shoulder…she moved closer. “Are you OK?” she said, her voice like a feather over my nipples. Beylikdüzü Escort

“Hmmhmmmmm…Just a head rush…strange” I said.

“Just give me a minute” I mumbled, trying to shake the image of my tongue and the peach.

Her fingers trailed softly…pushing my hair behind my ear.

“I know what will help” she said quietly. Incredibly…she moved closer, standing in front of me. I looked up at her as her fingers combed my hair from my face, her thumbs resting on my temples. Her dark hair fell forward, her dark eyes a mystery.

“A little massage should relax you” her voice wafted through to me from the springy flesh of her breasts. I saw each word start its vibration, a traveling wave through her chest…I relaxed into her fingers.

“That does feel better” I breathed, leaning back into the armchair.

She leaned forward, spreading her legs for balance. Fingers massaging, she continued her conversation. I watched again through half closed eyes…her pants clutching her thighs, that seam between parted lips. Her body was screaming at me now, drowning out her voice…sex(lick me)…sex(drink me)…sex(I Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan am that peach). I watched her breasts’ swaying, jiggling as her fingers rubbed, pressed. I could just reach up and touch…return the massage.

“I hope you don’t mind, a little hard to reach”, her breasts spoke to me again and I watched in slow motion as her knees moved to rest one by one on the outside of my thighs. She lowered, felt her soft ass on my lap. Her breasts were within lips reach…Her perfume was driving me crazy…I could feel the warmth of her on my thighs…Each movement she made was exquisitely amplified….

“Ummmm…no, make yourself comfortable”, I murmured with a resigned chuckle.

I thought to myself, “Enough of this crap”

“No more slow torture”, I made a silent vow.

Took a deep breath, placed my hands on her hips and pulled her forward.

She lets me… Her voice completely silenced now, her body doing all the talking now. I heard it, rumbling in my ear…sex(touch me)…sex(suck me)…sex(eat your peach). I slid my hands slowly…forcefully, up her sides under her blouse…fingers tingling with the first contact Esenyurt Escort on her smooth skin. Pressing my thumbs in deep lines that met between her breasts, cupping them adoringly with my fingers, feeling their weight. Her ass cheeks pressing back onto my thighs as she arches her upper body toward me. I run my thumbs over her nipples, pushing her blouse up over her breasts (sigh…see through lace, her dark nipples a shadow underneath) and back down to firmly squeeze them, watch them spring back to roundness…so right…so ripe…

“Finally” I thought, leaning forward to lay my tongue flat against one nipple, barely touching skin through the lace. Dragging my tongue upward, I feel her voice again; a soft moan travels past my hands, through breast, through nipple, to tongue…slowly tracing circles around her hardening nipple. Sucking it in, squeezing the other, licking it slow, pinching the other, sucking it in…

My skin tingles, feeling her ass rubbing against my thighs, her soft sighs and moans vibrating though her body…I reluctantly pull my lips away from her heated breasts, leaning my head back, to look at her, my fingers massaging her lovingly…her dark hair grazes my face…dark eyes impossibly darker, her full lips slightly open, her breathing heavy.

I reach a hand behind her head, caressing her hair, pulling her to me. Our lips meet…so softly, my tongue flicks over her bottom lip, questioning still, she sucks me in and I’m lost.

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I would like to thank everyone who has read this story, and has commented on it. To me it doesn’t matter if you like it or don’t, for me I never was one to think a lot of people would like it. But as the comments have come in, I have found a lot of you do. This was the first bit of writing I ever thought about doing, much less reading. All that changed when I found two books one of which was Possessions

And the other was what turned out to be a well known series of books for teen girls( this part I didn’t even know about) called Sweet Valley high. Well Possessions inspired me to make a sequel because I thought it dead ended so here it is. Please let me know how you like it or even if you don’t. As we all know ‘you can’t please everyone’.

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“Thank you. But we have one question for all of you please. Where did that sign come from?” Carrie asked as she and Jenny were smiling brightly. The sign Carrie was referring to was out in the front yard. Set up to the left of the big pine tree. Both had seen it immediately as the car pulled into the drive. Which it was a duplicate of the banner only smaller, and read: ‘The home of the Hayward Strom’. “Boy it surprises me just how fast our nickname has gotten around, it’s simply amazing.”

“I actually love the feeling it gives off. It’s like a new phenomenon growing and taking shape. Now we both can bet on our fans chanting the name, waving the flags, or wearing the shirts and hats. And for some reason, I have this feeling that there is more than that one banner. I love it.” Jenny said.

“Well ladies, I’ll confess. Claude, I, and your brothers helped pass it along. We thought you both would love it if your fans here knew about it.” Ross explained.

“We do. Thank you guys for all the help.”

The guys all went down to the den while the women helped Jenny and Carrie unpack. Then they joined the guys in the den, which the 6 sisters sat down on their loveseat. When Ross got up and put a tape in the VCR, and sat back down and pushed play on the remote. What showed on the screen completely shocked the ladies. Someone had taped their USJT competition in Miami for them. At the end of the tape was the medal ceremony. Then showed some of their earlier victories, all this was set to some very appropriate music. Which was to the song;’ We are the champions’ from the famous rock band called Queen. Katherine looked over at Jenny and Carrie, who were watching the tape with tears of joy running down their faces.

“Thanks to whoever did the taping this was the best bar none of all the presents we could have gotten.” Jenny stated happily after the tape ended.

“Really, thanks a lot.” Carrie agreed.

“You both are welcome ladies. We all thought you both would love some mementos of your careers and victories as divers.” Claude told them. Jenny and Carrie got up and hugged and kissed their family.

“Would it be too much trouble to ask if you can tape our competition in San Diego? They wouldn’t just me mementos, but we could also use them for like training tools. We could use them to see all of our mistakes and learn from them.” Jenny explained.

“That is if we can spot any.” Carrie laughed with everyone else.

At 8, Jenny and Carrie went up to their room, to get cleaned up and ready for bed. When they finished, both were in bed watching TV, when they heard their mother calling for them.

“Yes mom?”

“Ladies, your sisters are searching for you both.”

“We’re both up in our bed, girls.” They called out to their sisters. Then they heard all 4 running up the stairs, and down the hall. In no time, those 4 climbed up on the bed with Jenny and Carrie. Who made room between themselves, for those 4 girls, and covered them up. Then all 6 hugged and kissed, and then Carrie got up and turned the light off, while Jenny turned the TV off. Then all 6 fell asleep.

At 9, Katherine and Leslie went up to see their daughters. When they entered the room, they could all were asleep all cuddled up together. This made both women smile, and they were back down and sat with Ross and Claude.

“Well are our 6 sisters having fun?” Ross laughed.

“They all are asleep.” Katherine told him and then yawned.

“That’s a good idea, we all need the rest.” Claude said and they all said good night and turned in themselves.

Katherine was woken up at 10, Saturday morning by the sound of laughter, and the TV. She sat up and stretched, then stood up and got into her robe and slippers. When she entered the den, she saw hers and Leslies’ twins in there watching cartoons and loving it.

“Good morning girls. How are we this morning? And where are your big sisters at?” She asked Liz, Jess, Carole and Sheryl as she hugged and kissed them.

“We’re fine momma and both of our sissys still sleeping.” Liz answered Katherine.

“We all got out of bed, being really quiet and came here to watch cartoons!” Sheryl said happily.

“Good. Are you any Escort Göztepe of you girls hungry?”

“Yes mam!” All 4 said. So she led them into the kitchen, and helped them up into their chairs then fixed the girls breakfast. After the girls ate, the rushed back to the den, which made Katherine, laugh. Just then she heard Leslie yell in surprise as she just about got ran over by those 4. When she entered the kitchen, she saw Katherine cleaning up, they both hugged their greetings.

“What are our girls in such a rush to get to?”

“As fate would have it Saturday morning cartoons.” Katherine said as both died laughing.

“Well, I’m glad I was just entering the hall as they ran by. Or I would have gotten ran down.” Leslie said between laughs. “By the way, where are their big sisters?”

“Jenny and Carrie are still asleep.” Katherine answered. “I have this feeling that both will sleep most of today away.”

“I hear you; I had the same thought too. And both ladies really deserve it.”

Neither of the ladies woke up and entered the den until 4:30 that afternoon. When they entered the den, their sisters jumped all over them. Both Jenny and Carrie sat down on the floor with Liz, Jess, Carole and Sheryl and they all hugged and kissed. Katherine and Leslie came in at that moment, and took their turns. Then they all sat around talking.

“How did you ladies sleep?” Katherine asked.

“Actually we slept very well.” Jenny said. Then she looked at their sisters. “Now how in the world did you 4 get out of bed without waking us up?” the girls said they didn’t know.

“I woke up at 10 this morning, and found them in here watching cartoons and loving it.” Katherine told Jenny and Carrie.

“Where did the males of this family run off to today?” Carrie asked.

“Your brothers are at the club. And you dad and Claude are at work dear. Look ladies. You both know your birthdays are a week from Monday, don’t you? You ladies will be ‘Sweet 16!” Katherine told them.

“Yes. Your right we both did forget about them. With all we both have done and are now doing, and not to mention of what we have gone through we did forget.” Carrie said and Jenny nodded in agreement.

“So dears the family has decided to celebrate them tomorrow, because you both will be diving next Monday.” Leslie told the ladies.

“Great! I know we both are well over due for a good party. We will look forward to it. Thanks.” Jenny said.

“And that’s no lie!” Carrie added.

Sunday afternoon, Ross and Katherine were telling the ladies about their presents for them.

“WE both have decided to get you ladies cars for your birthdays. We will get any kind you ladies may want. So, the only thing we both need to know here is what kind do you ladies want?” Ross explained. At this time both he and Katherine could tell that both Jenny and Carrie both loved this idea.

“We both, sis and I have talked in length about this subject. Feeling each other out to see which kinds we both liked. So, when we finally bought some, we’d get the same kind.” Jenny stated.

“Yes. And that’s where we figured out that there were only 2 cars on our lists. And those were Corvettes and Camero IROC Z/28’s.” Carrie finished.

“So, you ladies want high performance sports cars huh?” Katherine asked smiling at her ladies.

“True and you both picked out 2 of the best ones made. Now which do you like more?”

“That’s a hard question to answer. Seeing how neither have really seen them, and have never driven either one. We just can’t answer that, until we have a chance to do just that.” Carrie explained.

“And we want to see what options both have to offer. We should not even talk about gas mileage, because I’m sure that neither one has very good ones.” Jenny added.

“Yes dears. All of that you both have said is very true. But, it’s your choices. Let’s all go and let you both do just that, so you can choose which one you both like best.” So, those 4 got ready and left for one of the best Chevrolet dealers in California. When they entered the place, they talked to a salesman about what Jenny and Carrie wanted to do. So, he led them all over to the lines where the Corvettes and IROC Z/28’s were. Where he explained to Jenny and Carrie exactly what options and features each car offered. Then the ladies took both for test drives. When they returned, the adults stood back and let the ladies walk around both cars and talk it out between themselves. They asked the salesman if either came with pink exteriors, to which he said no. But that they could get them special ordered like that if that’s what they wanted. And it would cost a lot more for that and would take about a month to have them delivered. Jenny and Carrie both nodded, and both decided to forget that idea.

“Well sis. Which do you like best? Personally, I love the corvette more.” Carrie asked.

“So do I sis. Let’s get them.” Jenny said, both decided to get ones with white interiors. So Caddebostan escort later they could get the cars painted pink. Both ladies went back over to where Ross and Katherine were, and told them they wanted the Corvettes. Then they told their salesman their decisions, Jenny choose a medium blue one and Carrie got a fire engine red one. Both were top of the line, best motor, sound system, and every other option and the best alarms. The salesman led those 4 to his desk, where they filled out all the paperwork. After that was done, he and Ross agreed on a price for both which was $75.000.00. Ross handed the guy a check, and he took it and the paperwork to his manager for approval. When the manager saw Ross’ name on the check, he got up and looked out the window into the showroom to the guys’ desk. Where he saw Ross, Katherine, Jenny and Carrie sitting and talking until the salesman came back. He went back and approved the sale quickly. Then he called the service department and had both cars serviced and detailed for Jenny and Carrie.

“You have to know who they are, don’t you?” He asked his salesman.

“Yes. I along with everyone here have heard all about that family, and the richest one in these parts, and full of snobs.”

“Well, you have only heard of three of them before then. But it’s evident you have not heard of these four people. Ross there finally took over the family corporation from Derek who was the biggest ass anyone could know. Ross when he took over really changed how it ran. Katherine there is one of the best jewelry designers in the world. She has given a lot of her income to the cities charities, and even to the city it’s self. And the young ladies there are none other than Jennifer and Caroline, the famous divers and golfers.”

“Holy shit, that’s who they are, and it’s strange that they aren’t buying Mercedes or BMW.”

“Well, it says the cars are for Jennifer and Caroline. I would guess those ladies don’t care to have those rich people’s cars. Here you go, give this to John. He will finish the sale and paperwork, and they will be ready to go.” He said handing the man all the paperwork that he went down to give them to John, who was behind the counter in the showroom. It took John another 25 minutes to get all the paperwork done, along with the titles to cars, the registrations, and temporary tags. He handed it all back to the salesman, who brought it all back to his desk. Where he handed each set to Jenny and Carrie with both sets of keys and remotes. And led them out to where the cars were, he affixed the temp tags to the back windows, and shook their hands and left. Both Ross and Katherine were watching their ladies happily.

“Well ladies, ready to head home? We will stop by our gas station to fill your cars up.” Ross told Jenny and Carrie.

“Yes sir. Let’s go! We both can’t wait to drive them.” Both squealed.

“Well, follow us ladies.” Katherine said as they went and got into their car. Ross backed out of the parking space, and headed for the exit with both Jenny and Carrie following. All got on the interstate headed for home and the gas station.

When they got home, Ross parked out by the curb, to allow the ladies to park their new vettes in the driveway. When they parked, Leslie, Claude, and the girls came out to see the new cars. They all stood around looking at the cars for another 15 minutes when Jon and Todd came home to see 2 new corvettes in their driveway.

“Wow!” Todd exclaimed.” Who do these vettes belong to?”

“Hi guys. They are Jenny and Carrie’s. Carrie got the red, and Jen got the blue.”

“Dang ladies you picked out 2 of the hottest and meanest cars around.” Todd said with Jon nodding in agreement.

“We both love them. They are something sis and I have always wanted.”

Jenny said as they hugged and kissed Katherine and Ross.

“Thank you again.” Carrie said. “Now we both almost have everything we’ve ever wanted. 1st: a great and special family. 2nd: our little sisters, 3rd: our diving and golf fame and careers, 4th: our corvettes.

“Yes. We both thank you all. We know you all know we appreciate everything you all have done for us. Now we only have 4 parts left to our lives’ dreams, 2 of which we can start on after diving and golf. Pre med and med school, and nurses in the new born center. We both are afraid the other 2 may never get put in place. Because neither of us is ready for them, and we have a feeling we may never be ready. Those are getting husbands and having children.” Jenny added. Leslie and Claude told them that they had gotten both registered for the winter semester that they would start on November 11th at SFS. To this the ladies cried happily and thanked the adults again.

“You ladies are both more than welcome. We all are very glad we could do all this for you both.” They told Jenny and Carrie and all 6 hugged.

After both ladies took their family for rides, they all sat in the den talking.

“We’re very Bağdat Caddesi escort bayan glad you both are happy with your cars. Tomorrow, we need to take and get each inspected. Then we’ll go to the DMV to get your tags.” Ross explained to Jenny and Carrie.

“Fine, that will work. We’ve decided to get special plates for them, which sis and I can pay for. What we want is: H Storm J for me and H Storm C for sis.” Jenny said.

“Now that idea I love ladies H Storm and both of your initials.” Katherine stated.

“Dears, the rest of the family will be here at 8, for your party. So ladies, if you’d like to go ahead and take a nap.” Ross said. Because they all could tell both Jenny and Carrie were still very wore out.

“That sounds good. We’ll take our sisters with us; they look as sleepy as sis and I are.” Carrie said as she and Jenny got up with the girls and headed for bed.

“Well dear. We’ve made our ladies very happy, and seeing them happy makes me just as happy.” Katherine said smiling.

The party started exactly at 8, where both ladies were bomb barded with presents. Victoria and Tobias gave each new Rolex watches, Leslie and Claude gave each 3 new satin and Lace dresses one in green, one in black and the other in red. Ann and Jason sent the ladies some more pictures of their Aunt Jennifer, plus each lady in their best dives. Ann and Janice had full window stickers made for their corvettes. Both stickers were exactly like the big banner. Jon and Todd got

their sisters a 10 piece luggage set each in their trademark pink and white.

“This is the best birthday I know I’ve had. Thank you all.” Jenny cried happily.

“I’ll have to agree with that, and because sis has said it all. I can’t add anything to that. But, thank you all for making it come true.” Both ladies hugged their family. The party ended around 11, because most had to go to bed, for rest Ann and Janice, who happened to be the last to leave.

“Ladies we need to hold practice tomorrow. Say from 4:30 till 8.” Janice told them.

“That’s fine Janice. What time do we leave tomorrow night?” Carrie asked.

“We can leave Tuesday morning. Since we are only going to San Diego.” Ann answered, as she and Janice got up.” We will see you ladies tomorrow.” Both hugged Jenny and Carrie and left. Then the ladies helped clean, and then led their sisters up for bed.

Ross and Katherine woke Jenny and Carrie up Monday morning at 8.

“Come on ladies, get ready dears. We need to get to the inspection station before everyone else does. If we can, we could be in and out in less than 30 minutes. Then we can go to the DMV and put in your order for the special tags you ladies want. After we get all that done then I’ll take you both over to a friend of mine. And he’ll put your stickers on your windows. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds great we’ll be ready in 30 minutes.” They said.

When they got back home, Jenny and Carrie went up to get a nap in before diving practice. While the ladies did that, Ross, Katherine, Leslie and Claude sat in the den.

“I hope Jen and Carrie will understand why none of us can join them in San Diego.” Ross said.

“Yes dear, so do I But we all have work that calls us. You have the Macklin building, Les and I have to get the rest of our jewelry made and delivered. And Claude, you have a big court case that might take a month or more to reach a verdict on. But both will have Ann, Janice, Victoria, and Tobias there to support them. Not to mention their hordes of fans. Tobias told us that he’d tape it for us and the ladies.” Katherine explained. Then at 2:30, this was told to Jenny and Carrie after they had come down to the den after their naps.

“We’re sorry that you all will miss this. But we both understand why you each can’t come. Sis and I will just make sure we each win it for you and of course our home fans. Look, before we both went to sleep. We both decided to take our cars instead for flying.” They told their family.

“We’re only going to take one, that way we can also go out sightseeing.” Jenny said. Their parents told them that would be fine, that way both would be together.

“Well, we need to head for our practice. We’ll see you all alter.” Carrie said as they

got up and hugged and kissed their family, then left driving Carrie’s car to the club.

After they got into their swimsuits, and got their towels. Jenny and Carrie entered the pool area, and saw Ann and Janice sitting at their table waiting for them.

“Well hello ladies, how do you both feel today?” Janice asked as they hugged.

“We are doing just fine thank you.” They said.

“Are you both ready for practice?” Ann asked. To which the ladies said they were each more than ready. Then Janice and Ann led the ladies through 3 hours of really hard practicing. During which, Jenny and Carrie found out that they could still do all the dives they could do in Miami.

“I just don’t understand it. I can’t believe we both can still do all these dives we did in Miami. Neither of us could do them here before.” Carrie exclaimed.

“Yes you both can. Hun, you both learned them there, and worked so hard on each of them. Now it doesn’t matter where you dive, you both will be able to do them” Janice explained.

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My good friend, Rod suggested that I should sit down and write my life stories. He says that they are very erotic and that others would enjoy reading them. I love to read other peoples erotic stories so I readily agreed to write them.

First a little about myself and my early life.

My name is Jane and I was born in a little country town in Queensland, Australia in 1960. I was the youngest of my parents three children, I have two older brothers. Because we lived on a farm and there was no school in our town, when I was six years of age I was sent to a girls boarding school in a large town about 150 kilometres away.

My Mum would drive me to school on each Monday morning and My Dad would pick me up on a Friday afternoon. They would take my brothers to and from a boys school in the same town at the same time.

I started to become really aware of my body when I turned fourteen. Some of the other girls had reached their puberty when they were much younger but I was a late bloomer. When I was young I was sort of just skinny, then I started to grow tall until I was nearly 5’6″ when I was thirteen. But shortly after my fourteenth birthday I suddenly stopped growing up and started growing out. By the time I left school at nearly eighteen I was only 5’7′ tall but I had developed curves. I was then a size 12 with a figure of about 34 25 36.

All the other girls at school envied my legs, they grew to be long and, if I say so myself, quite shapely. I had done a lot of sport in school including being the Captain of the hockey team which won a state girls inter-school championship and winning the school tennis in Years 11 and 12. Keeping fit through sport had given me a body of which I was proud. My biggest disappointment then was that I felt my breasts were too small, only being a small ‘B’ cup.

I liked to keep myself looking nice though. At home on the farm I was a bit of a tom-boy, you have to be when all the company of your own age is your brothers. During the day I would wear jeans or shorts with cotton button-up blouses and work boots as I helped around the farm. At night though I would always spend the hour before dinner making myself look good. I would have a nice long hot shower and would wash my hair every night. Then I would spend at least 20 minutes brushing my hair.

I have always liked my hair. It is very black and it gets so shiny when it is clean and dry. I would wear it in a shortish page-boy during the summer and would tie it back during the day. During winter I would let it grow out to a bit longer than shoulder length. Of course at school I had to keep it tied back all the time but at night I would let it out and brush it through. Sometimes my friends at school would brush it for me and I always thrilled to feel them touching my hair.

I would then choose a dress or a skirt and blouse, something girly to keep me aware of my femininity. My Mum was always so pleased that I liked to dress up a little and my Dad was also always very gallant, telling me that I was the prettiest girl in the district and that I was by far his most attractive daughter. I would always giggle at that, it’s hard not to be his most attractive daughter when you are the only daughter. Jokes aside, I loved the flattery that my Dad showed me. As for my brothers, well, as soon as I turned fourteen they spent most of their time trying to look down the front of my blouse.

I didn’t get much of a chance to meet boys when I was in school. My only sex education was what the other girls in school told me and what I learned from surreptitiously listening to my older brothers talking about what they had been up too with their various girlfriends. They had both left school when they were sixteen to work on the farm with my Dad and both were very handsome and popular with the girls in the district. If only half their conquests I overheard them talking about were true, they were still having a lot of fun.

On my eighteenth birthday I started at a teachers training college in Brisbane doing a commercial teachers course. I was very innocent and, of course, still a virgin. Our class at college was about three parts girls to one part guys. To my great surprise I found myself to be somewhat of a centre of attention as far as the guys were concerned. I was very flattered and even more so when one of the other girls in my class told me that most of the other girls were a little jealous of me.

Since I was still young and very naive, my parents arranged for me to live in an off-campus residential college, Barnaby House. It was run by a large protestant church although it was non-denominational in the selection of the girls who lived there. It was run on very strict rules and we were expected to behave like ladies at all times. Signs on the walls of the dormitory wings would urge us to be always chaste and demure. There were very strict dress codes which we had to adhere to both in and out of the college.

I quickly made Göztepe escort bayan friends there but my best friend was a girl called Mariette who shared a room with another girl next door to me. Mariette was 22 and in her third year of medicine at University. She had lived at Barnaby House for three years when I first met her. She was a short bubbly girl, also from the bush; she was very pretty with shoulder length honey blonde hair. Mariette had very large breasts, she was a 44D, on a fairly small frame, a size 14. Even so she was still quite athletic and managed to carry her breasts well although there were limits to what sports she could play. She was still a reasonable tennis player though and we had many fun games of tennis at the courts near Barnaby House.

My own roommate was girl named Sandra. She went to the same teachers college as me but was in her second year. She was very shy and reserved and spent all her free time studying. Sandra was a large girl and very self conscious about her weight; she would always wear very loose baggy clothes. I got on very well with Sandra but really saw only first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

Mariette was my soulmate. Mariette was a lot of fun though with a great sense of humour like me. We were always making each other laugh and would spend hours in her room or the common room talking and playing card games or listening to music. This was the late 1970s and we played Abba, Skyhooks and Elton John on the record player over and over again. Mariette and I loved Elton John, we didn’t know then that he was gay.

Sometimes we would sit in her room if her roommate was out and Mariette liked to brush my hair out for me. Our talk would nearly always turn to sex. Mariette liked to talk about sex although she was very coy about telling me anything about her own experiences. Of course, she knew that I was a virgin. She did tell me that she had had sex with at least one boy and of course, being a medical student, she knew a great deal about the anatomical details of sex. As a virgin with a very limited exposure to boys, I was all ears and eager to learn all I could. At that time in my life, I could not see when in the future I would ever be able to use my new found sexual knowledge but I wanted to find out as much as I could. I was determined at that time to keep my virginity until I was married. My mother had instilled in me that my virginity would be the greatest gift that I could give to the man I loved. “A gift without price,” she called it.

Mariette would often ask me to describe my favourite fantasies. Being inexperienced these were quite simple fantasies about boys I had seen or knew from teachers college. The sex discussions that we had were in some ways disturbing though. Often I would become aware that I was becoming aroused. I could feel my nipples harden and could feel the wetness start between my thighs. Sometimes Mariette would stare at me suspiciously and then make some joke about my state which usually left my greatly embarrassed.

Often after these sessions and back in my own bed, I would wait until after ‘lights out’ and I could hear Sandra’s sleeping rhythm, then I would masturbate, biting my own bottom lip so that I would not cry out when my orgasm rose from within me.

During one of our sex chats, as we called them, I confessed to Mariette about my playing with myself when I went to bed. Mariette giggled and told me that she also did that too. She then asked me what I was thinking of when I masturbated. I told her that I thought of all sorts of things but nothing in particular. She then surprised me by asking if I ever thought of girls when I masturbated or her in particular. I was a little shocked at the question and said no but asked her why she had asked. She just gave me a funny sort of smile and said she didn’t know why. We didn’t speak of that particular subject again. But that night when I went to bed, I did think of Mariette while I brought myself off with my fingers. I was stunned when my orgasm was the most powerful I had ever experienced, I couldn’t restrain myself from crying out as yet another climax hit me. I only stopped when I heard Sandra begin to stir on the other side of the room.

Barnaby House was run by the Matron, Mrs Honeycomb. She was in her late forties, a tall willowy woman who dyed her hair blue in that horrible way that some older women did back then. Mrs Honeycomb was very strict about our behaviour in the college and we had to stick to our curfew of 8.30 PM every evening and be in bed with the lights out by 10.30 PM. We had to act like ladies at all times and always be appropriately dressed, we were not allowed to wear a skirt that showed our knees and jeans were only allowed in our own rooms, never in the dining room or common room. Mrs Honeycomb was always taking Mariette and I to task over our behaviour, we were just having fun though.

Barnaby House also had a number of ‘chaperones’ Escort Caddebostan who lived there too. These were usually women over 25 and were unmarried. They were really a bit like prefects in high school, there job was to keep an eye on us younger girls. Some were real bitches but most were very nice. Our chaperone in our wing was a lady called Pamela. She had lived at the college since she was 17. At this time she had just turned 30. During the day she worked as a secretary for a solicitor.

I thought that Pamela was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. She had long wavy brown hair that she usually wore plaited. She had a beautiful smile that made dimples in both cheeks and grey eyes that seemed to see right through us. She was about the same height as me, maybe a little taller and had a lovely curvy body but kept her figure very trim with a good diet and taking long walks every morning before breakfast. When she dressed for work she always looked very elegant, she wore little make up although she liked to wear jewellery, usually only a simple string of pearls around her neck and a gold bracelets. She dressed modestly as befitted her status in the college but her clothing was always just perfect and stylish.

Pamela would often sit and talk to us younger girls in the common room or sometimes she would come to our rooms and chat. She was quite sophisticated although very easy to get on with. She would often comment on our dress and would give us very good advice about the latest fashions. Whenever anyone in the wing bought new clothes, Pamela would ask us put it on and parade before her. Her comments were always intuitive and she would often help us with any small alterations needed. She would often make small adjustments to our clothes as we paraded before her and she had a way of gently touching and leaving her fingers to linger on us that would give me goose-bumps.

Chaperones were permitted to come and go as they pleased but Pamela usually did not go out. Except on Saturday nights when she would go out, looking very lovely although still modestly dressed. What was different then was that she wore more makeup, very beautifully and artfully applied, not a lot, but enough to turn the heads of all the girls in the wing. Where she went on Saturday night was the subject of much discussion among the girls and, when asked, Pamela would smile her lovely smile and just say that she went out to see friends. She would mostly return very late, 3.00 or 4.00 AM and we could hear her let herself in. She would never rise on Sunday morning until lunchtime when she would appear as lovely and serene as ever.

We girls would often talk about Pamela’s Saturday night out. Some said that she had a boyfriend somewhere, some said that she was working as a barmaid in a pub while, more outrageously, some even suggested that she was a stripper in a nightclub. We would all giggle delightedly with our musings but we were never sure what she did on Saturday nights. Mariette and I often talked about it together. Mariette would always say that the other girls were cruel to suggest the things that they did. She said that Pamela was most likely going out to meet a rich and handsome lover, a romantic notion that I completely agreed with.

Although the Barnaby House curfew was strictly enforced there were ways to get out. I had continued to play hockey and tennis in Brisbane and, with my parents permission, I was allowed to go out to training and games and come back late if needed. When I did return after curfew I would have to ring the night bell and report to Matron that I was back. She knew all my hockey and tennis itineraries and would question me closely if I was ever the slightest bit late.

The other way to get out of Barnaby House legally was to have an ‘approved visiting family’ meaning someone that your parents would allow you to visit and stay away overnight. I had one of my Aunts, Cathy, Mum’s sister who I visited often. Mariette was also approved to visit Aunty Cathy with me and I was also allowed to go with Mariette to visit her grandmother. We often visited them on the weekends although Mariette also had other people, friends of her parents, with whom she visited without taking me along. When we returned to the college we had to show a letter to Matron to show that we had really been where we were supposed to be.

My tennis club was about a 15 minute train ride from the college. On most Saturdays during summer, I would go there and play tennis all afternoon and then stay at the clubhouse for dinner. After that, at about 8.00 PM I would often go straight to Aunty Cathy’s house which was another 30 minute train ride away if I was to stay there or would go back to the college. If Mariette was staying too, she would meet me at the tennis club first.

On one Saturday night, I stayed a little later and helped some of the ladies auxiliary clean up the kitchen after dinner before going Bağdat Caddesi escort on the Aunty Cathy’s. Mariette had told me that she had to go to her grandmother’s house for a private dinner with family so I was to go to Aunty Cathy’s on my own. The cleaning up meant that I didn’t leave the tennis club until about 9.30 PM. Before I left I used the club phone to ring Aunty Cathy and tell her I would be a bit late.

Aunty Cathy was my Mum’s younger sister. She had been a late in life baby, born 15 years after her next oldest sister, my Mum. Aunty Cathy had been a hippy during the 1960s, a real flower child in that time of peace marches, free love and free drugs. Most of her family were suspicious of Aunty Cathy but she got on well with my Mum and my Dad thought she was great. Every family needs a rebel to keep them sane, my Dad would say. At this time, Aunty Cathy was about 35 years old, recently split from her partner and bringing up two small children on a barmaid’s wage and a small pension.

On this night, Aunty Cathy had been drinking, I could tell from her voice when I rang, and she told me that I could come in anytime with my own key as she was going to bed.

I caught a train to the city and sat back in the seat. I had played some very good games of tennis that day, winning the ladies singles and coming second in the doubles with another lady. I was pleasantly tired after my exertions and very relaxed. I had showered at the club before dinner and changed into a skirt and blouse with my club blazer on to ward of the night chill.

I arrived at Roma Street where I had to change trains. I crossed to the new train, got in and sat down at a window seat. Glancing out of the window I was surprised to see Pamela, our chaperone from college, walk through the station and get onto my train one compartment ahead.

She was dressed beautifully as usual in a well cut beige dress suit which stopped half way down her calves. Under her jacket she had on a soft pink silk blouse which she had showed us when she had bought it only two days before. She had black stockings on with medium high heels. Her hair was not in its usual plaits but was pinned up except for a bang which she left hanging over her left eye.

Pamela looked stunning and many heads turned as she boarded. She didn’t look near me at all and took a seat in the compartment ahead looking away from me. I started to rise to go and greet her but something stopped me and I sat back in my seat again. Besides I should have been at my Aunt’s house over an hour before and she might tell the Matron on me. The train moved off and I just sat back watching the back of Pamela’s head.

One station before mine, Pamela stood up to get off. When she left, on impulse, I waited a moment to put some distance between us and then followed her. As I got off the train, I saw her walking briskly down a suburban street. I followed at a distance, my dark skirt and blazer making me hard to see in the dark should she look back. After a little while, she stopped at a small cottage and I slipped quickly behind a street tree. She looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching then walked up the path to the front door and, taking a key from her handbag, opened it and went in.

I walked slowly up to the front of the cottage; I wasn’t really sure what I should do now. I felt a bit foolish standing there, spying on my college chaperone. I turned to walk away when a thought came to me! All the girls in our wing were curious about where Pamela went on a Saturday night! Well, tonight was Saturday, Pamela was in the cottage that I stood in front of and I had the opportunity to find out for real what she was doing here. Always a quick decision maker, I slipped through the gate and followed the path around the back of the house.

It was very dark there. I gently placed my tennis bag on the ground under a bush where I could easily find it and then crept closer to the house. I walked slowly, letting my eyes become accustomed to the dark. I am not afraid of the dark, not many country girls are, and I soon could see enough to get close to the house.

The entire house was in darkness except for a room at the front but I could not see in as the drapes were drawn tight there. I could hear the soft murmur of voices inside as well as sounds from a radio or television. Occasionally sounds of laughter, ladies laughter, would escape and at least twice I heard the clink of a bottle on glass.

I waited for over an hour leaning ever so still against the wall. Eventually I decided that I would not be able to see who Pamela was with in there and so I prepared to leave. I thought to myself that I would bring Mariette here next Saturday night to see if we could catch Pamela again. I giggled silently to myself, thinking that Mariette would think it was a huge adventure.

As I reached my tennis bag and bent to pick it up, I heard a door close in the house. Looking back I saw that the light had gone off and the background noise had stopped. Then I saw a chink of light appear in a window near the back of the house. I froze there for a little while, not sure if someone would come out and catch me or not, but then I relaxed as I heard a tinkle of laughter from the house again.

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My husband Mike, after claiming that I promised to let him find me another girl to have sex with, went at his self-appointed task with his typical enthusiasm.

Amazingly, he managed to succeed. This at least showed me that I wasn’t the only one who would do anything he asked. I always thought that he had some sort of power that enabled him to propose the most outlandish things to people and they would actually do them. I was only kidding when I thought that, but I saw it happen too many times with people with a lot more on the ball than me to totally dismiss it.

It’s 1974 in a town on the outskirts of Utica, New York, and we haven’t been married a year yet.

* * * * * * * * *

1. Mike the talent scout.

“There she is!” Mike practically yelled in my ear as he poked through the venetian blinds at the figure that was helping the old lady from next door into her car.

“I can’t see,” I complained as I struggled to see through the window pane that had been made foggy by our breath.

Mike to the rescue. He forced his big paw through the shades and swiped at the glass to clear the fog and the blinds went swaying wildly, breaking the first rule of urban snooping. Don’t make it obvious. Luckily the weather was so bad visibility was lousy, and the girl had her hands full with the old woman besides.

“This is so fucking fantastic!” Mike said as he squeezed me with the big hand that was draped over my shoulders. “I’m going crazy.”

On that point we were in full agreement, because Mike was a loon. This quest of his to find a girl for me to make love to had gone on for over a month, and his every thought seemed to be based on that.

“How about her?” Mike would say if we passed a woman in the store that met his qualifications, and I would be forced to give him my appraisal of the girl.

I would also be quizzed on my opinions of the actresses in the porn movies on our trips to the ‘Petit Cinema’, although with the coming of winter our visits had become less frequent. The wind that whistled into the building froze everything from the knees down, and it must have been damn cold for Mike to pass on going.

After the girl got the old woman inside, Mike went through his dresser and pulled out his high school yearbook, rifling through the pages until he found her.

“There she is,” Mike crowed. “Suzanne March! Not bad, is she?”

The picture of a rather sullen young girl with black hair posed in the traditional manner for her senior picture did nothing for me one way or the other, but more importantly to Mike, I didn’t recognize her.

“C’mon Becky, you have to remember her! Suzanne March!” Mike insisted.

“Mike, I never heard of any Suzanne March and she doesn’t look any more familiar to me no matter how loudly you yell her name in my ear,” I said. “Besides, she was a year ahead of you and you were two years ahead of me.”

I didn’t mention the fact that I was rarely in school myself when I actually was supposed to be. Sophomore girls didn’t hang around with senior girls as a general rule either, and more importantly I wasn’t looking for girls back then either.

“Besides, you said that she went to BOCES with you,” I added, Mike having told me of her taking auto mechanics class with her. This would have removed her from the building for much of the time and made it even more unlikely that we would ever have met.

“She remembers you!” Mike said. “I mentioned your name and her eyes lit up.”

“So what have you gotten me involved in now?” I asked with the enthusiasm of someone going to the electric chair.

“I got to talking to her and I asked her if she wanted to party with us, and she said yes,” Mike said.

“Party?”

“She knew what I was talking about, believe me,” Mike assured me. “She’s a lezzie, Becky. It was all over the school. So after I mentioned your name she perked right up, and before you know it, it’s party time!”

Before she knew it as well, I thought to myself as I tried to imagine what the conversation was like.

“What did you say?” I finally asked Mike, unable to stand the suspense. “Something like, hey you want to go down on my wife?”

“Hell no Becky,” Mike said. “I used my charm and I was very subtle about it.”

That got a chuckle out of me, as Mike’s idea of subtle still had all the look of a bull in a china shop.

“Tonight Becky,” Mike breathed in my ear, and a chill went down my spine. “How about a little something to help take the edge off, babe?”

Mike’s erection was sticking out the opening of his pajamas, and my hand was drawn to the swollen member like a magnet to steel. I stroked Mike’s cock a couple of times before kneeling before him and tugging the bottoms down.

“Arrrghhh!” Mike moaned as I began to slide my mouth up and down his cock, working his pendulous nut sack with my hand as I went further down the shaft.

I heard the blinds rattle as he apparently looked for our future party guest to provide visual accompaniment to my activity. Having no luck, he concentrated on guiding my head up and Göztepe escort down and giving me encouragement.

“Awwwww! That’s it babe,” Mike groaned as my nose burrowed into his pubes. “Take it all babe. Take that big cock all the way down. Oh man, it is going to be so hot seeing you with her.”

“What’s she like?” I asked, extracting him from my mouth for a second before diving back down on him.

“Oooooh man,” Mike sighed as I went down the length of him. “About your height, maybe a little taller. Black hair cut kinda short… oh my god, slow down… gonna cum. Big tits.. real big ones… geez!”

As I felt Mike’s orgasm surge through him and his cum squirt powerfully into my tongue and down my throat, I realized that Mike had managed to do it. He found his own Kay Parker for me to perform with.

2. Awkward beginnings.

Mike’s party preparations consisted of getting a case of beer and some chips, and I assumed buying some weed. It disturbed me that we seemed to have little or no money to put away for the future, but always managed to find the money for grass. Having said that, I have to add that when the joint got fired up I was always ready and willing to partake.

Mike was also involved in selecting my wardrobe for the evening, and when he “suggested” what I should wear, I thought it was a tad strange.

“Mike, it’s winter for cryin’ out loud!” I said as I held up the bright orange tank top and little white shorts. “You’ve got me dressed like it’s Beercan Beach in August!”

“It’s gonna be a theme party, so you’ll be cool,” Mike assured me. “I told Suzanne that we would be having a pajama party.”

“Theme party? Pajamas? Where do you come up with this stuff?” I said in amazement. “You think this girl is going to waltz over in her jammies to drink beer and smoke dope with us?”

“You wait and see,” Mike said with confidence. “This is going to be so fucking cool you won’t believe it.”

“Am I to assume that you are going to be involved in this in some way?” I asked, dreading hearing that my husband would be making love, or as he put it the last time with Daphne, fucking this Suzanne with me being forced to watch. Well, not forced but you know what I mean.

“Er… no, I don’t think so. She says she’s not into guys,” Mike said rather sheepishly. “But I can watch!” he added with glee.

“How do you find all this crap out about people?” I said while shaking my head in reluctant admiration.

“I ask them,” Mike simply said while shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, you should work for the CIA, because you get more out of people in five minutes of conversation than they get in a month of interrogation.”

“People are usually dying to spill their guts but they never get asked,” Mike said. “They fart around and dance around the subject they really want to know about and it takes forever that way. Fuck that! I just ask what I want to know, and usually they open right up.”

“And you love to listen,” I noted.

“I love to listen, and watch,” Mike added with a twinkle in his eye that make me shudder as I went off to the shower.

The warm spray helped me relax a little bit, and I was able to shave my legs without getting an artery. I was busy lathering up my underarms when Mike barged into the bathroom to take a leak, and I rolled my eyes as I heard him splashing away. I know we only had one bathroom, but there was no such thing as privacy with Mike around.

“Let’s see how you’re doin’ there babe,” MIke said as he put his arm around my hip and bent around me to inspect my freshly shaven underarm. “Mmmm…. nice. Suzanne will like this. Maybe she’ll do this to you.”

With that Mike began kissing and licking me there, sending shivers throughout my body as he nibbled away.

“Mike, I want to get done in here at some point, and that won’t happen if you keep doing that.”

“Nothing wrong with that Becky,” Mike said. “Maybe a quickie before she gets here?”

I managed to decline and get Mike out of the bathroom so I could finish up. As goofy and as annoying as Mike could usually be, he always had a way about him, as well as an uncanny ability to push the right buttons either by words or actions. The result usually being me finding myself in a situation like the one I was in at that time.

When the clock struck seven, we were in our pajamas. Mike in his baggy tan flannels and me in my little orange tank top and white shorts. Our party favors were set out, consisting of a bag of chips dumped into a bowl and a couple of joints sitting on the coffee table.

Our occasional stereo was cranking out the Beach Boys, while my Jefferson Airplane remained perched and waiting above it. I called it our occasional stereo because the one speaker would drop out quite frequently, leaving us with some strange sounding music until Mike was able to jiggle the wires around to get it back in order.

“She’s here!” Mike yelped as he got up and practically ran to the door like it was Santa.

Mike let in this Suzanne March that I was supposed to know, Caddebostan escort bayan and although she looked a little familiar to me, I still couldn’t say I remembered her. Just someone that I had passed in the halls at school I supposed. Mike helped her off with her coat, and the cold air that blasted in as the door closed had my shiver even more than I was already.

“Becky, this is Suzie,” Mike announced.

“Suzanne,” she corrected him coldly, with the boredom that probably came with having told him that many times before.

“Sorry. Suzanne,” Mike corrected himself.

“Hi Rebecca. Nice to see you again,” Suzanne said after turning her face to avoid getting kissed flush on the lips by my husband and heading straight toward me.

I was standing there with my arms crossed over my chest as Suzanne came toward me. We hugged like old friends, and Suzanne’s pajamas were the first thing I noticed. Midnight blue with stars that looked really cool, and the fabric was soft to the touch. I also noticed Suzanne’s breasts flattening mine as we hugged, and although her pajamas were baggy there was no mistaking that underneath there was a lot of woman.

“Love your pajamas, Suzanne,” I said as we went into the living room.

“I like yours a lot better,” Suzanne said as she looked me over. She was undressing me with her eyes, but in a way that was far less threatening than I had previously experienced.

She was an attractive girl, with her shoulder length black hair in kind of a shag cut. Years later, when I first saw the actress Jeniffer Tilly, I almost had a coronary because I thought it was Suzanne under a different name, if that gives you an idea of what she looked like.

As we sat and talked, I got more comfortable with Suzanne. She was definitely a lot smarter than I was, and had a way about her that made her seem like she was really a nice person. I began to remember her a little more as we talked about school days, and I recalled that she used to wear a lot of pea green military jackets back then. Not uncommon around school, especially being so close to the miltary bases, but she used to really dress as drably as possible.

Mike, my dear Mike, tried to get into the conversation frequently, and I got the impression that Suzanne was not all that crazy about him. I don’t think her opinion was improved when he walked around with his erection threatening to tear through his pajamas bottoms either.

“Your husband is kinda… ,” Suzanne said when Mike made a trip to the bathroom and left us alone.

“I know,” I added glumly.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Suzanne said.

“It doesn’t matter,” I replied in a resigned tone. “Whatever you were going to say was going to be right. I know what he is, and he makes me crazy, but I love him.”

“You must,” Suzanne said, and the way she said it made me giggle, which started us both laughing.

Suzanne slid closer to me on the couch, and we were facing each other now, with my knee up on the cushion and Suzanne’s velvety pajamas touching my leg.

“Your husband wanted us to have a threesome,” Suzanne said as she put her hand on my knee. “I told him that wasn’t going to happen. I just don’t do guys, and he didn’t seem to like to hear that.”

“I’m not surprised,” I told Suzanne.

“He even told me how big his dick was,” Suzanne said while rolling her eyes.

“I’m surprised he didn’t show it to you,” I said.

“If it wasn’t so cold out he probably would have,” Suzanne said. “I remembered him from school, and he was never all that nice to me then. Kinda rough around the edges, not that it bothers me, but really not my kind of person.”

I nodded while looking at Suzanne’s hand doing lazy circles on my knee and just above. Suzanne was really sweet, and we had gotten along so well together that I had almost forgotten what this evening was all about, but her hand brought me back to reality.

“When he mentioned your name, well that’s when he got my interest,” Suzanne said as she blushed a little. “This is kinda embarrassing, but I have to tell you that back in school I had a crush on you.”

“Me?” I squeaked.

“God yes!” Suzanne said. “When I first saw you around the school I couldn’t believe how hot you were. You looked so much like Cher that I couldn’t get over it. I wanted so much to get to know you, but we weren’t traveling in the same circles.”

“Geez, I didn’t have any idea,” I said in amazement, the thought of another girl looking at me and thinking of me that way giving me a strange feeling. Not a bad feeling, but a totally different feeling. What I really found exciting was the fact that Suzanne had thought I looked like Cher. My dream had been realized and I hadn’t even known it.

“So that’s how I ended up here on your couch,” Suzanne went on. “I’m a free-spirit, but this is really way beyond anything I’ve ever done before. This is going to be kinky as hell having that goober watching us. Worth it, though, I think. Mike said you guys were swingers.”

“We’re not… I’m not a Escort Bağdat Caddesi swinger anyway,” I answered. “Mike likes to… well he wanted to see me with another girl.”

“You mean you’ve never done it before?” Suzanne asked.

“No,” I said, refusing to count Daphne squeezing my titty last month.

“Is he forcing you to do this?” Suzanne asked and motioned toward the bathroom.

“Well, it was his idea,” I admitted. “I am curious about it though, and if I was going to do it I wanted it to be with someone I liked.”

“Do I qualify?” Suzanne whispered as her hand slid up my thigh to where the little white shorts started.

“Y….y…yes,” I said as a shiver ran up and down my spine, and Suzanne smiled softly.

“God, I want you so bad I can hardly stand it!” Suzanne hissed just as the sound of the toilet flushing broke the tension in the air that was almost suffocating me.

“He just has to stay completely out of it,” Suzanne said as Mike came out of the bathroom.

Mike had a big grin and a goofy expression on his face as he rejoined us, saying that he was glad we were getting along so well. He lit up a joint and passed it over to me, and when I gave it to Suzanne our hands touched and a spark of static electricity crackled between us.

“Wow, you two are really somethin’ together,” Mike offered lamely. “We ought to get more comfortable. What do you say?”

3. Are you feeling comfortable?

For once Mike was not in charge, and I think he was told this in no uncertain terms by Suzanne out in the kitchen. No yelling or anything, but when they emerged Mike went upstairs with a hangdog look on his face, while Suzanne had a different look altogether.

It was the look that Suzanne had been giving me for the last half hour, ever since Mike had declared that we should be getting comfortable, and Suzanne deciding we would stay there and party some more. Suzanne was in charge, and we would be doing what she wanted when she wanted to. Mike seemed to accept this, and as for me, I was melting.

The way Suzanne would look at me, and the gentle occassional grazing of the back of my hand or my knee, was driving me crazy. Never in my life had I been made so aroused, and all this despite my obvious nervousness. No grabbing at my breasts or pawing at my crotch had ever made me feel like this. Suzanne’s eyes were so piercing and hypnotizing that I found myself unable to not look back at her.

“Want to take me upstairs?” Suzanne asked as she stood in front of me and offered me her hand, helping me out of the pit that was our couch.

Suzanne was the one leading me toward the stairs, and as we got to the foot of the stairway she stopped and looked down at my hand, which was sweating and shaking in her own.

“You okay Becky?” Suzanne said with a look of concern. “You look like you’re going to faint.”

“Okay,” I croaked meekly as I looked over Suzanne’s shoulder to the stairs that led to our bedroom, and my eyes came down to look at Suzanne. The top button of her pajama top was undone, exposing her smooth white skin and the beginning of what appeared to be a deep and expansive cleavage, with the delicate lace of her bra hiding a more extensive view.

“Are you shaking because you’re nervous, or because you’re excited?” Suzanne asked.

“Yes,” I managed in response, which made Suzanne laugh.

“Good. I remember my first time,” Suzanne said. “It was with an older, experienced woman. and I’ll never forget it as long as I live. Maybe I can make it that good for you too.”

With that Suzanne let go of my hand and took my face in her palms, pulling me toward her until her soft and full lips met mine. A kiss unlike any I had ever experienced, and I found myself returning the same passion she was giving me, our bodies slowly grinding together as our tongues met and dueled slowly.

“Mmmmmm… nice,” Suzanne said when we finally separated. “How I wish we were going to be alone.”

I nodded, remembering that Mike was upstairs waiting for me, for us. Pretty much waiting for us to put a show on for him, and I wished he wasn’t there too, but I was so excited that at that point I was beyong caring.

The old and tired stairs creaked as I walked up ahead of Suzanne, and it was probably just my imagination that I felt her warm breath on the backs of my thighs as we went up.

4. Our bedroom.

When I walked into our bedroom just ahead of Suzanne, my first thought was that Mike wasn’t in there. Perhaps he had changed his mind, or that Suzanne had changed it for him. Then I saw him in the back corner of the room, just a hulking shadow in the darkness.

Mike had arranged the light at the side of our bed so it was pointed toward the bed and at its lowest setting. With the dresser shading the corner he was in, it was almost possible to pretend he wasn’t even there.

I stood by the side of our bed as Suzanne came up behind me, running her hands through my long vrown hair before pulling it ip and to the side. I felt Suzanne softly kiss my neck, and my entire body shook as she nibbled up and down.

Bert. For some reason my teddy bear Bert caught my eye while Suzanne was kissing my neck. My little buddy who had been with me through thick and thin for as long as I could remember sat passively by while Suzanne’s tongue slowly slid up the side of my neck.

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It’s so easy, being here with you. The rest of the world is able to melt away when I’m alone with you. You’re a restorative component in my life; a simple pleasure for my dark and twisted being. I’d like to keep you here with me until time ends. That is all I’d ask for: to be near you and away from everything else. To be sitting across your lap, leaning into your chest; to peel your shirt away from your back, to pull it over your head and throw it across the floor. To unhook your bra, to have you bare yourself to me. There’d be no need for you to be self-conscious; we could be completely comfortable and at ease because this is not about the size of my breasts or the size of your waist — no, this is about our being together.

This is about us touching our chests together, about pressing, straining our bodies together as closely as we can make them be, fighting against the skin that keeps us separate from one another. My nails would trace circles along your lower back, something I know both excites you and irritates you because you don’t want me to be just doing that; you don’t want to wait, you want more. I can’t help but find Escort Ataşehir it cute, the way your muscles tense up slightly when I do this. It makes it all the more fun to tease you. But eventually I’d give in to your rough, needing breaths and lean into your mouth. Catching your lips in this moment of shared intimacy reminds me somehow of chasing butterflies. You are such a brilliant butterfly, you know. You are painted with so many colors; your wings give a new breath of life to flight.

There, in the dark with you, I can hear your heart beating. Can you hear mine? It’s amazing, isn’t it? Our hearts have been worn, they have grown heavy, but still they keep beating. Despite everything, there is blood in your veins and wings on your back. Now, come closer so I can make your heart race even faster. I want to taste your skin with my fingertips. I want all of you. I will leave not one of your secrets untouched. With your breasts in my hand, I know we are sharing something we hadn’t known we’d been hiding. With my mouth on your hardening nipples, I am suckling at your confidences. You’re still so careful, but I’m Ümraniye escort breaking down your barriers. Here, together alone, we are discovering erratic pleasure. We are discovering ecstatic vulnerability. We are discovering what it all means, in a sliver of thoughtless inebriation, to love and to crave and to be at a loss for words.

The inside of your thighs are so warm and soft. I’ve tasted temperatures on your skin that electrify my tongue. You have an addictive heat that crawls into me as well. So hot, so hot, you begin to melt. Please, melt into me. Let me in. Let me into your guarded world. Let me into your butterfly cocoon. Let me into your dripping warmth. There are little noises catching in your throat.

Then, I’m inside. I’m deep within you, and you are tight around me. We have both been tense, but when your muscles constrict this time, it’s only in the best of ways. You want as much of me as you can get. Your hands reach for me, your hips roar into motion. Come, come to me. Closer. Deeper. I want as much of you as I can get. You shudder, you scream, and when you do you show me who you are. Bostancı escort bayan This is you in the flesh, in the spirit, in the most raw and honest way. We’ve shed our inhibition with our clothing. We’ve unraveled layers of fabric and considerations. We have been drawn to this recklessness for the sake of elicit intertwinement. And now here you are, deconstructing enigmas with the arching of your spine, admitting impulsions with the curling of your toes. You’re going, you’re almost there.

You make these noises that I want to lick off your lips and taste in my mouth. And then…then you reach it; you stumble past the brink of yourself. Every twinge of your body is exalted by sensation. Your breath is caught in your throat for a moment, and, when you at last exhale, your body softens and your mind is met with the subtle madness of ultimate mental clarity. We lay there together in the placated shambles of two uncertain human beings, having sought some unknown something in the tangle of skin and sweat that we’ve created, and we think nothing for a long time. My hand finds yours in the darkness and I fill the empty spaces between your fingers with mine. I rest my head on your chest, and again I can hear that rhythmic beating. I listen closely, trying to hear the words your heart is saying. “Can you hear it, too?” I ask out loud. You nod. “This…” I whisper, “This is how we know that we’re alive.”

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This is a retelling of an experience a very good friend of mine (I’ll call her Judith) had 2 years ago before she met the fella that she recently married. I have her permission to retell the story so long as I did not use her name or the names of anyone else connected to this. Her experience was so good that I don’t need to embellish it in any way. So here goes ….

Judith had been working as an office manager in a medium-sized firm for just over a year. She was highly thought of in her role and was equally well-liked by her superiors and the staff under her. Saying she was firm but fair seems such a cliché these days but, nevertheless, it was and still is true of her.

The ten people she was responsible for were a mixed bunch; one was near retirement age and two were in their early fifties. The rest were mostly aged between 20 and 25 and only one woman, Brenda, was around the same age as Judith. In fact, Brenda and Judith had become friends but weren’t, by then, close friends in the sense that they’d regularly phone each other or go out for a drink.

Judith is a petite, feminine woman and for as long as I’ve known her, which is over 18 years, her figure has never changed and, strangely enough, neither has her hair style. She wears her dark, almost black, hair long, loose and straight. I have always thought of her as a beautiful woman but she is much more than that; she is intelligent and has an honours degree to prove it and she is really good fun to be with. Over the years she had a number of boyfriends but, apart from the sex, there was little else about them that satisfied her needs, intellectual and otherwise.

Brenda, on the other hand, is a bubbly, cheery blonde; good-looking but not on Judith’s level and smart, but not to degree standard. She is also a great worker and is a people person so it’s easy to see why Judith got on so well with her. Apparently she was once married but it just didn’t work out or so she tells everyone.

When Judith turned 30 she decided to celebrate with just a small group of friends; all female, myself and Brenda included. We went to a pizzeria and had excellent pizzas and a few bottles of beer. Brenda was now up for a party and the effect was rubbing off on Judith who was usually more reticent. However, the other three women and I decided to call it a night; I had a work meeting the following day which was a Friday and didn’t want to turn up all bleary-eyed, though I did promise to take her to lunch on Saturday before a spot of shopping.

Arm in arm, they went to a bar just around the corner which was noisy, packed and hot. There was no chance of a seat but Brenda pulled Judith through the perspiring crowd in search of a friendly face or a free corner. Nothing doing. Brenda seemed to know a few people though, including a barman which helped to get quick service.

“Shaun, give us a couple of pints. Cold ones, mind!” shouted Brenda.

“Half litres, Brenda. Half litres. I keep telling you,” beamed the handsome Shaun.

“OK, a couple of pints of Half Litres,” laughed Brenda. Judith laughed too.

Suddenly, someone hugged Brenda from behind and they both turned to see a pretty red-haired girl with the cutest smile you can imagine.

“Brenda babe!”

“Mel,” shrieked Brenda and Judith was surprised to see her give this girl a kiss directly on the mouth and throw her arms around her. Quickly Judith put it down to the fact that Brenda was Brenda and, after all, she had had a few drinks.

Just as Shaun handed over the pints (or half litres) Brenda released Mel and quite seriously announced, “Mel, this is a very special person. Judith, my boss and beautiful friend whose birthday happens to be today.”

Mel shook hands with Judith. Then, to Judith’s total surprise, Mel leaned forward and kissed Judith on the cheek and said, “Happy birthday, Judith!”

Judith blushed and thanked her and, for something to say, complimented Mel on her choice of perfume.

“It’s my favourite. Works every time.” Mel said these words with deliberate provocation which caused Brenda to giggle. Judith merely smiled and shook her head and wondered what it was she didn’t quite catch.

An hour later and Judith felt decidedly hot and sticky in her short sleeved black mini dress. It was like being in a sauna and she was wishing that she hadn’t decided to wear her lacy suspender belt and sheer black stockings. Maybe, for one mad moment back at home, she thought there’d be a Mr Wonderful-Rich-and-Sexy just waiting for her at some point during this night and she’d need her gorgeous black lace ensemble under the simple but alluring dress but that idea wasn’t looking so smart now. Her gorgeous lace ensemble was sticking to her damp skin.

“Are you going to The Groove?” purred Mel.

“Tonight’s Judith’s night,” answered Brenda, smiling at her, “and I don’t think it’s her scene.”

“What’s not?” asked Judith.

“Well, The Groove is, um, ….”

“For people who like a good time,” finished Mel. “For people who like dancing and drinking and chatting and other things.”

“Sounds Ataşehir escort bayan good,” laughed Judith.

Brenda leaned into Judith and whispered in her ear, “It’s a gay bar on Thursday nights.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Judith and instantly it sank in – Mel was a lesbian.

Mel shrugged and laughed, “But there’s straight people there all the time. And certain people who like to experiment.” She said this last sentence while smiling directly at Brenda.

Judith looked from Mel to Brenda and pointed at her friend. “Really?”

Brenda was more than a bit embarrassed. “Well, yeah, you know. Why not?”

“Are you two ….?”

“Let’s just say, Mel introduced me.”

After a bit of a lull in the conversation and a long sip of beer Mel looked at both and asked, “So ….. The Groove?”

“Maybe not,” Brenda answered all too quickly.

“No, listen, why not? You say there are straight people, maybe a hunk or two, right? If I don’t like it, I can leave. OK?”

“Of course!” Mel beamed.

Brenda was more hesitant. “It’s up to you, Judith.”

“Well, look around us here. Nothing’s happening. So I say we continue the night at The Groove.”

And with that, they finished their drinks, bade Shaun a good night and headed outside to find a taxi.

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Mel paid the taxi driver as Brenda pulled Judith to one side.

“Listen, Judith, any problems or any doubts you tell me and we’re out of here. OK? With you in that little black dress every girl is going to be wanting you tonight.”

“OK. And thanks for the compliment, Brenda.”

Outside it was cooler than in the previous bar and Judith felt the damp lace of the thong nestled tight between her cheeks. Her nipples had also hardened with the cool air against her damp bra.

There were two heavies on the door who nodded to Mel as she led the way in. The interior was dim with red lighting but plenty of bodies thronged the entrance and every one of them turned to see who was coming in. Judith was glad of the red lighting as she began to blush upon realising several girls were nodding in her direction and whispering. Mel led them deeper into the bar and she seemed to be greeting just about everyone, gay men and lesbians. Quite a few couples were kissing and openly feeling each other up.

Mentally Judith chastised herself for agreeing to go along. This, as Brenda had suggested, was not her scene. She was a 100% straight female who didn’t even place that much emphasis on sexual relations with a man. Not to say she hadn’t indulged in sex; she had had various lovers but the missionary position was the height of her experiences which had been enjoyable enough but not memorable. However, she didn’t want Brenda to think of her as a total prude and she didn’t want to offend her either. Brenda was a friend and a good one.

The first ten minutes or so were a blur as she was introduced to many people and at each introduction Brenda stated that Judith was ‘straight and staying that way.’ Finally a foursome decided to leave and offered Mel their seats. Drinks were ordered. Mel sat down for all of ten seconds before she was up and hugging some more females.

“So, er, when did you and Mel, you know …..” asked Judith.

“Oh, about three months ago. I actually met her in that bar early on and we got chatting, you know, about this and that. As you saw she’s dead easy to get on with. She asked me if I wanted to go to a place where the music was good and lively. I did and I had a brilliant time.”

“And you …?” Judith wasn’t sure how to put the question.

“Slept with her?” Brenda smiled. “No, not the first night.”

They both took a long drink and there was a pause before Brenda added, “I hope you don’t think any less of me, Judith.”

“As if!” Judith laughed. “It’s not for me, you know but, if you like it, then good for you girl. You’re still my friend, OK? Nothing changes.”

Brenda quickly leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, close to her mouth. Judith felt the softness and the coolness of it and blushed.

They sat for a while chatting and observing the various partnerships. Each time Judith saw two males or, more especially, two females dancing together or kissing or feeling each other she felt a wave of embarrassment and she would dive into another topic of conversation with Brenda. Several times Mel rejoined them with titbits of information which meant nothing to Judith and several times Judith was informed that somebody was enquiring about her. Brenda warned Mel but Mel laughed and said that almost everyone in the place knew by now that Judith was a Route 66.

Judith laughed out loud, “A what?”

Brenda explained: “Route 66 is sort of a code for straight person, you know, as in the straight highway in America.”

After a while Judith realised she needed to go to the toilet and Mel said she’d go with her. Just before they reached the toilets Mel said to her, “I bet you’ve never been in toilets like this.”

There were two doors, one for Men and the other Escort Ümraniye for Women, but it didn’t matter. As they were entering the Women’s toilet an effeminate gay couple in silk tops emerged. Judith stopped on her heels and Mel put her hands around her waist.

“They’re mixed. The Women’s is for effeminate types and feminine ladies. The Men’s is for machos and butch. So we go into the Women’s. Right?”

“Oh,” Judith actually shivered but Mel was steering her in. Inside there were a half dozen people of both sexes waiting to use the four cubicles. Judith felt very, very out of place. She felt Mel take her hand in hers and she actually felt comforted by that gesture.

“They’ll think we’re together so you’ll be alright.”

“Right. Thanks,” mouthed Judith.

“And by the way, without aims and objectives of any kind, I think you’re dead sexy and I wish you were a les.” She smiled and squeezed Judith’s hand.

When she had the locked cubicle to herself – Mel had told her the rules for Thursday nights forbade more than one in a cubicle at a time – Judith reflected on the unreality of the evening which had started out with a pizza between friends. Yet, she couldn’t deny that her ego had received a real boost too, what with the compliments and the stares. She had a fleeting mental image of her and Brenda …. No! Enough! This is not me!

As they headed back to Brenda’s table Judith felt the effects of the four, or was it five, drinks she’d had. She wasn’t drunk but she was certainly tipsy. She felt a hand slide across her bottom, over her dress, and she was aware of a perfumed vision gently taking her hand and leading her to the dance area. The vision was stunningly beautiful; long, lustrous black hair, lightly tanned skin and dark brown eyes. She was slender too and slightly taller than Judith. And, dressed in tight denim jeans and plain white blouse she was as sexy as hell!

The music was a slow ballad and somehow Judith felt magnetised; she couldn’t free herself despite her mind telling her this was not happening. The Vision pulled her close and Judith had no option but to put her hands on her waist. Instantly she felt the heat of the woman’s body through the cotton fabric.

“No. I don’t dance.” Judith argued, suddenly aware of several envious gazes directed at her.

“Hey, that’s all we’re doing. Dancing.” Even her voice was captivating. “My name’s Kareena by the way.”

“Er, Judith.”

“Nice to meet you, Judith.”

She became aware that Kareena’s hands had slipped low on her back and her finger tips were doing a little slow dance of their own around the base of her spine. The dance floor filled up and they were pushed closer together. She felt Kareena’s loose breasts against her chest and, though she tried to avoid it, several times her pubis bone came into contact with Kareena’s thigh.

Then it happened. What Judith would later call the turning point of the night. Just as the song was coming to a close Kareena leaned in and brushed her lips against Judith’s. The lip contact lasted no more than three seconds before Judith came to her senses and, like Cinderella in the fairy tale, ran off.

“Did you see that? I mean, bloody hell, that woman tried to kiss me …”

“She did,” replied a slightly disappointed Brenda.

“I mean, that’s not me. You know. Bloody hell. I need a drink.” Judith didn’t realise she was talking loudly, rather like someone speaking while listening to music through headphones. “And she felt my bottom too. I mean …” She took a long gulp of beer.

Mel came back with a whoop. “Hey, girl!”

Brenda started on her then. “I thought you were looking after her, Mel”

Judith was still flustered. “Who does she think she is? You know ….”

Some silence was broken then by Mel asking, in all innocence, “How was the kiss then?”

“Don’t start on me!” Judith might have been growling. Inwardly, she was in a state of panic. And confusion. The gentle throb between her legs was the last thing she expected or wanted in a place like this.

Mel disappeared on one of her fact-finding missions as Brenda had come to call them. Judith sat closer to Brenda and whispered in a loud voice, “I suppose everyone was watching too?”

“Yeah, I think they were.”

“Oh shit! You don’t think anything bad of me, do you, Brenda?”

Brenda looked into Judith’s eyes for a while and shook her head. “No,” she said. “I never have and never will.”

“I mean she started it and, like, I couldn’t get off the dance floor”

“I know, Judith. But she was gorgeous.”

“I suppose. I don’t know. I wasn’t looking.”

Brenda smiled but there was a hint of longing and sadness in her eyes.

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It was just around midnight when Brenda and Judith decided to leave and get a taxi. They gathered their handbags and stood beside the table. Judith knew that Brenda was waiting to say cheerio to Mel who hadn’t been seen for the last twenty minutes or so.

Mel duly arrived and whispered something in Brenda’s ear. Judith saw Bostancı escort how Mel was stroking her friend’s back and she knew from her body language that Brenda was enjoying it. After a minute Mel disappeared again.

Brenda turned to Judith, “Come on! We’ll wait outside.”

The air was even cooler now and it wasn’t long before Judith felt her nipples stiffen. “Mel’s sharing our taxi and she said someone else needs a lift. Is that OK with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine!”

Two things happened simultaneously then. A taxi pulled up just as Mel and the person in need of a lift emerged from The Groove. It wasn’t until she had closed the front passenger door that Judith turned round and saw that the other passenger was Kareena.

“Judith, Kareena needs a lift. Is that OK? She lives somewhere up near you, I think.”

Judith didn’t say a word on the seven mile journey home. Brenda squeezed her shoulder, saying “I’ll phone you tomorrow”, as she and Mel got off at her flat.

“Where to now?” asked the driver.

“Grange Lane, off Long Avenue,” answered Judith.

Kareena said nothing.

Five minutes later the taxi stopped. Judith rummaged around in her purse but, over her shoulder, Kareena reached forward with a twenty pound note.

“Keep the change.”

Both Judith and Kareena got out and watched the taxi exit the narrow Lane.

“Actually I live nowhere near you,” said Kareena with a guilty shrug.

Judith glanced around to see if any neighbours were peeking through their curtains but it was all quiet. “I sort of figured that one out.”

“Can I use your loo? Please? I hate the toilets in The Groove and never went before I left.”

Judith instinctively understood that Kareena wasn’t lying and said, “yeah, OK!”

She opened the door and then a door in the hallway. “Through there,” she pointed across the room. Light switch is behind the door.”

When Kareena came back almost five minutes later Judith was in the small kitchen boiling water. For a while Kareena stood in the doorway watching her.

“Coffee?” asked Judith.

“If it’s no trouble.”

“Well, there’s enough water for two. Sit on the settee there.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want milk and sugar?”

“No, just black. Can I be nosy and look through your CDs here?”

Judith sighed. “Sure. Be my guest.”

She brought the steaming mugs in and handed Kareena’s to her. She felt her cool fingers on her hand as Kareena accepted the coffee. They sipped in a long spell of silence.

“You shouldn’t have tried to kiss me!” Judith attempted to sound angry but wasn’t sure if she succeeded.

Kareena was silent but stared into Judith’s eyes.

“I mean … you’re a woman. So am I. You know. I don’t go with women. I don’t kiss them or feel their backsides. Do you hear what I’m saying? Heh?”

“You’ve never been with a woman?” Kareena’s voice was like smooth velvet.

“Are you kidding? No! Never!”

“Did you not like me kissing you?” Kareena’s slender, manicured fingers were massaging the mug.

“No! Yeah! I mean it wasn’t much of a kiss.” Judith’s hands were gripping her mug tightly and her voice was starting to rise again. “I mean no. No! I didn’t.”

“Might I ask you then why you went to The Groove wearing black suspenders and stockings ….?”

“How the …. How do you know what I was wearing?” Judith’s voice now sounded genuinely angry and incredulous.

“I felt the suspenders through your dress when I was dancing with you and I saw the stocking tops when you crossed your legs on the seat.”

Kareena’s face had a beautiful smile and Judith’s anger dissipated a good deal.

“I suppose you thought you’d meet a gorgeous hunk?” added Kareena.

“Didn’t happen,” Judith replied with a shrug.

“I’m glad it didn’t. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you?” Kareena practically purred.

“You finished that coffee?” Judith stood up and took Kareena’s mug. Kareena followed her into the kitchen area and stood directly behind Judith as she rinsed the cups in the sink. She gently put her hands on Judith’s waist.

“Don’t! Please!” Judith was shivering as she slowly turned to face Kareena.

“I’ll make you a promise, OK? I’m going to kiss you, just once, and then if you tell me to I’ll go outside and get a taxi home. Is that OK?”

Judith was shaking her head as she backed up against the sink.

“Just once, I promise.” Kareena’s voice, her scent, her deep brown eyes, her hands on her waist had Judith under a spell. “Just once.”

Kareena slowly pressed herself against Judith, sensing her thighs stiffen and then feeling the taut mounds of flesh under her dress making contact with her own chest. She slid her hands behind Judith’s back to press her even more.

Judith felt tears form in her eyes. Her mind screamed that she didn’t want this. But her heart didn’t follow. As she closed her eyes she felt Kareena’s lips touch hers, softly and gently. Without willing it, or so she thought, her mouth opened just a bit. Just enough for Kareena’s lips to close on her bottom lip and gently pull. Now she felt those velveteen lips slide to the corner of her mouth. And then she felt something wet and probing at the corner. She was shocked to realise that this beautiful woman was slipping her tongue gently into her mouth.

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This is only a one scene story that I wrote quickly under the influence of a short burst of inspiration. I believe it stands on its own, but it can also be the beginning of a longer, more elaborate plot. Let me know in the comments if you’d like me to write a continuation, I can’t promise that I will, but if there’s enough demand, I might.

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“What about Megan Fox?” Tim asked and Sam whistled as he nodded in approval.

I looked at Kate and we both sighed in exasperation. Megan Fox. What on earth did men see in her?

“Come on, you’ve already dismissed Angelina, and now Megan. What’s wrong with Megan?” Sam sounded like a big fan.

“Typical male reaction. She looks good but she’s too… Uhm… How can I put it?” Kate fell silent, looking for the word.

“Plasticky,” I threw at her.

“Yes, that’s it, plasticky. She’s like a Barbie doll, kind of unreal. I don’t get the fascination with her.”

“Alright then, suppose that’s true,” Tim continued, relentlessly trying to find the sexiest female celebrity, “if Angelina and Megan are out, who does that leave?”

I shared a glance with Kate and we both shrugged, unable to come up with a name.

“You’re asking the wrong crowd,” Kate simply stated. “I don’t think we’re wired to answer that, at least not us straight gals anyway.”

I nodded in approval and added, “it’s just that naming someone else as the sexiest woman alive is a lot like us saying we’re not sexy enough. We don’t want that kind of competition, and we certainly don’t want anyone to start comparing. However,” I added then shut up abruptly.

“However?” Sam urged me to continue, and I regretted having opened that door, but oh well…

“However, if it was the other way around, you know, not the sexiest woman for you to gawk at and us to compete against, but the woman I’d go gay for, then I could, potentially, have an answer for that.”

“Oh,” Tim and Sam replied in unison as Kate kept a straight face.

“It’s a small distinction, but I suppose your definition of sexy is just the body, whereas I’d pick her also based on talent, feeling, brains. Facial expressions and eyes are extremely important to me as well, so I’d never go gay for someone as blank and bland as Megan.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought this one through, honey,” Sam said with surprise and a hint of excitement in his voice. He took my hand and squeezed it.

“Oh I have. As a matter of fact, I have a list of top 5 women I’d go gay for.” I laughed to make it sound like I hadn’t spent too much time thinking about it.

“We’re listening. Don’t stop,” Tim urged me on.

“But you have to promise not to laugh, or argue. As I said, these are not the typical male version of sexy, they’re just awesome and that does it for me.”

“And by it, you mean you get hot and flustered for them?” Sam joked while squeezing my hand even harder. I frowned, took my hand back, slouched into my seat with a pout on my face, so he feigned innocence. “What? I just wanted to make sure we’re all on the same definition page here!”

“We all know what it means,” I angrily retorted then sat back straight. “Alright, number one is Stana Katic.”

Sam raised his right brow slightly and seemed taken by surprise, “She’s the Castle woman, right?” I nodded. “Not bad, she’s tall and sexy in a European kind of way. So what makes you tick for her?”

“Uh, with Stana, it’s the full package. She’s hot, I mean we all agree on that. She’s a brilliant actress and also funny and shy in real life, she sings, she speaks so many languages. Her Russian accent? To die for. And she has that kind of look that you just know would be perfect in a leather jacket, a gown, or a t-shirt and jeans.”

“You really do like her, eh?”

“She is my number one for a lot of valid reasons,” I winked, “the primary being her hotness in a black dress at some red carpet event. Wait, I need to Google that photo, you’ll understand.” I took out my phone and started searching as Sam and Tim stared at me, a bit surprised by how this whole conversation was shaping up.

“Remind me to check your Internet history when we get home, honey. I’m starting to think I’ll find a lot of interesting stuff there.”

“What makes you think I don’t know how to use private browsing or erase my history?” and as he was about to have his mind blown by that comment, I found the image, “Oh there it is! Hawt. Super hawt!”

I showed them the photo and they both stared a few seconds longer than Ataşehir escort necessary, making my point for me. I then turned the phone to Kate, who had surprisingly stayed silent this whole time, as opposed to how fiercely she was debating the non-sexiness of Angelina Jolie a few minutes earlier. She looked at the screen for a split second, and she just said with indifference, “I suppose she’s better than Megan and Jolie.”

“I approve,” Sam said as he took my phone again and surveyed Stana’s photo from head to toes several times. “If you ever see her and have the chance, you have my blessing to go for it. Just make sure you call me so I can either watch or eavesdrop. Or, you know, come back and explain in full details how it all went. I fully approve.”

“Thanks,” I snickered at his blessing. As if I’d wait for it if I ever met her. “Number two is Sasha Alexander and Jessica Capshaw.” I knew I had their attention there so I explained, “yes, number two is a threesome! Sasha is in the first two seasons of NCIS. She’s now the blond morgue doctor in Rizzoli & Isles. Capshaw is the peds surgeon on Grey’s, the perky happy lesbian. So she’s had some…training I guess” I faked a throat clearing sound. “They’re both friends and married to men in real life, but they look and behave very similarly, they even admit that. They also have that innocent cuteness about them, plus their eyes are just gorgeously expressive.”

“A lesbian threesome, uh. Who would have figured?” Sam looked deeply into my eyes with what seemed to be a newly found appreciation.

“Actually, there are even more rules there. I wouldn’t go gay for either of them alone. I think I’m more interested in seeing them together. That’d be absolutely gorgeous to look at. And they both have to have short hair. I just don’t like them in longer hair. Jessica’s first appearance in Grey’s is in shoulder-length curly hair, and she almost made me melt in her cuteness.”

“I think I found a pic of them together,” Tim showed his phone to Sam and they both nodded. “I get it,” they’re sweet. “I just don’t see the eyes thing.”

“You have to see them acting. They don’t even have to pronounce a word to get their point across.”

“Threesome approved.” Sam tapped the table twice, as if he was appointed judge of my gay fantasies. “Number three?”

“That one you’ll know. Mila Kunis.”

Tim whistled and Sam did a hail gesture with both his hands while happily blurting “Mila? Honey, you rock!”

“Yup, those eyes, those lashes? Umph,” I faked a satisfied grunt. “Plus she has that good girl gone bad vibe to her, totally does it for me.” Sam laughed. “Are you approving this one as well?”

“Only if you tape it. I’m not letting you come back and say, hey, honey, I slept with Mila Kunis, and then not have some proof or any visual memorabilia of that.”

“What makes you think I’d come back?”

“Oh oh oh, touché!” Tim snorted and Sam feigned an angry face.

“Laugh all you want, this is what you’re coming home with, tonight.” He gestured towards his body and I blew him an air kiss.

“And number four is Jordana Spiro.” They both raised their eyebrows in silent questioning. “She’s not that famous, but she was in Harry’s Law. Now she’s in Mob Doctor. Actually, she is the mob doctor in Mob Doctor.”

“Nope, not ringing a bell.” Sam shook his head. “Google her,” he asked Tim.

“Way ahead of you, here she is.” They both looked at the screen for a bit. “I don’t get this one.”

“She’s very girl-next-door. Nothing special there.” Sam agreed. “You’d go gay for her but not for Megan Fox?”

“Absolutely. There’s something about her that gets to me. Kate, back me up on this one.” She had remained silent again for the whole conversation and didn’t even look at me when I asked for her opinion. She simply rolled her spaghetti for the hundredth time over the fork and I was starting to wonder whether she was freaking out. After all, we had spent our entire childhoods together, never discussed anything but boys and men, and yet here I was explicitly telling our boyfriends in no uncertain terms, that I had a few girl crushes.

Tim, not sensing the tension, gave his phone to Kate and asked, “babe, would you go gay for that or Megan?”

She gave a quick look to the screen and shrugged, “neither,” then unrolled and re-rolled the pasta again.

She was obviously annoyed, and I realized we needed to steer away from that conversation before it got even more awkward between Ümraniye escort bayan us.

“And number five?” Sam asked, even more oblivious than Tim.

I glanced at Kate and simply knew there was no way I could tell them my number five, not even as a joke. She wouldn’t take it well.

“Uhm, I guess there’s no number five,” I lied. “They’re five women, the threesome counts double,” I felt slightly proud of the way I was digging myself out of that hole. I looked at Kate again and was happy to see her finally taking that spaghetti from the dish to her mouth. That conversation was over, thank goodness, and I was ready to go back to my burger.

“What about you, babe?” Tim suddenly said and I nearly spit out my first burger bite. Men simply don’t know when to shut up.

Kate raised her eyes from her platter and asked, “what about me what?”

“You don’t have a list of women you’d go gay for?”

“No.”

“Come on, not even a girl crush?”

She blushed and lowered her face. The redness in her cheeks was quite obvious to the three of us, and while I knew that this was better left unquestioned until I was alone with her, Sam and Tim didn’t. They kept on pushing her, with Sam stating that she’s obviously holding back on us, and Tim adding that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Clearly, he argued, she wasn’t the only one to feel this way at times, as demonstrated by my elaborate top 5 list.

“Ok, Ok,” she finally gave in, “I’ll tell you but you have to promise to leave it alone.” She turned her head slightly to me and added, “and not be weirded out by it. We’re all talking hypothetically here, right?”

“As if I’d ever meet Stana Katic and have a chance to be with her,” I giggled, even more oblivious than Sam and Tim to what was unfolding.

“So I suppose, if I’m ever, hypothetically,” she stressed again and stared at me, “going to turn gay for someone, it wouldn’t be a celebrity that I’ve never met before. It’s just not me. I’d want it to be with someone I’ve known for a while, someone I like, and trust, and who I know is awesome.”

What? That was all that my mind could muster to think at that point. Was it a hopeful figment of my imagination or was she really going there?

She stopped staring at her drink and turned to me again and said, in perfectly clear and unmistakable words, “I’d go gay for you.”

That lump, the huge one that had been forming in my mouth for the past few seconds? I almost choked on that. She did just say it, right? The one sentence I was afraid to pronounce a few minutes ago? She had just gone and said it, like it was the most normal thing to tell your best friend of more than twenty years.

I think the men threw a couple of comments but I wasn’t hearing anything else at that point. The only sound echoing in my head was her voice repeatedly pronouncing those words, “I’d go gay for you.” She had certainly stressed that it was hypothetical, but to have had the guts to make such a statement, it meant she had thought about this at least once before, and…

“See, I knew that would be weird,” I heard her say and that took me out of my daydream.

“Me?!” I asked, still not sure how to take this. Pretend it never happened, joke about it, talk about it later with her, admit I felt the same way about her? So many outcomes, so little time to pick one. But she made the decision for me, as she giggled and slapped my wrist playfully.

“Yes you, silly. Look at you, you’re gorgeous, you’re funny, smart, considerate, honest, you have everything anyone would want.” The boys sounded a long oooooh in unison, and she dismissed them with a hand wave, “simply ask Sam, I think he’d agree.”

Sam nodded and leaned over the table to give me a quick peck. He was certainly taking this a lot better than I was. I feigned a slight smirk. I felt annoyed. You simply don’t blast out something like this and hide it with a nonchalant approach. At least that’s not how I imagined it would go. There’s no way the door was closed on this opportunity right after it being open for a split-second.

“That’s it? You’re not asking for details?” I looked at Sam and Tim and tried to hide that I was using them for my ploy.

“Uhm, no,” Tim replied and Sam pretended not to understand my question. A few minutes ago, I was hoping they would leave it alone, and now they finally decided to do that? Their untimely awkwardness sensor certainly wasn’t working in my favor.

“I guess it’s overrated Escort Bostancı then, that men really enjoy the idea of seeing two girls together, kissing and such.” I shrugged and pretended to move on, while still avoiding Kate who, I could feel, was burning holes in my skull with the piercing way she was staring at me.

“Oh we sure love that. But it’s just weird with you two,” Tim finally explained. Not helping my case, man.

“Oh Ok. What’s with that anyway?” I asked, keeping the conversation in the same boat. I knew Tim wouldn’t mind dwelling on the topic along with me.

“It’s pure math. One woman is sexy. Two women is double the sexy. Plus, there’s no bloke there to ruin it for us or weird us out for watching it. So it’s twice as sexy, minus the gross.”

“I think that’s the best way someone has explained this to me,” I smiled at Tim. He always had that no-nonsense approach and that’s why I even tolerated him being with Kate.

“Plus, I think it’s about the challenge. Are you man enough to handle two women at the same time? Every guy likes to think that he is. And there’s also the challenge of turning them. I mean, you can tell they enjoy each other, but can you make them enjoy a guy instead?” Tim added and turned to Sam for approval. He was met with a blank stare. “Oh admit it, we all wonder about that.”

“Sorry, I blacked out,” Sam blurted. “I just had this mental image of you two together and now I can’t shake it.” He pointed at me and Kate, and I almost jumped in giddiness. Attaboy Sam!

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Tim asked him.

“Oh no dude, just picture it for a second. You’ll see.” They both fell silent, and Tim glazed over for a moment, as I tried to hide a big smirk from forming on my face.

“You’re right, not weird anymore,” Tim stated as he came back from his colorful imagination round.

“Pervs,” I snickered.

Tim shook his finger at me and declared solemnly, “not pervs, no. In my mind, it’s beautiful and very delicate.”

“Same here, man. Soft kisses, little sighs, slow undressing, lots of caresses, all that sensual stuff,” Sam added with a silly smile on his face that I was mimicking on the inside.

Kate, who had fallen silent throughout this whole exchange, slightly squirmed next to me, and I knew this was getting to her as much me. I didn’t even need to look at her, despite her burning glances at me, to know that I was only a couple of minutes away from getting what I wanted. And she’d be ready and willing when it happens.

“Stop picturing that,” I slapped Sam’s wrist, threw a frown on my face to top it off and was about to slap Tim’s when he abruptly took his hand away from the table and smirked.

“Can’t help it. We like beautiful things, and you two? You’d be very, very beautiful.”

“You couldn’t handle it though,” I challenged him and as he was about to reply, I stopped him, “na-ah, don’t kid yourself, we’re two awesome for anyone to handle it.” Now all he had to do was bite, and I was ready to reel my fish in.

“Oh? Prove it. Kiss her. You, woman, have the blessing to french and tongue my girlfriend all you want.” The fish took the bait.

“Ah, I know what you’re doing there. I’m not falling for this. No sir, I am too smart.”

“Don’t make any excuses. You just challenged me. Prove me wrong.” Reeling it in. “Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her,” Tim started chanting while tapping on the table. Oh it’s a big fish!

I feigned disinterest, and for the first time in ten minutes, turned towards Kate to give her my best can you believe them face. Yet, the way she was looking at me at that moment made me forget what and why I was doing this. There was so much fear, mixed with so much arousal, that I lost track of my thoughts and desires. I just wanted to hug her, and well, kiss her, but I didn’t want to do it in front of Tim or Sam. No, I wanted that intimate moment to be private, and untainted by the reactions or the presence of other people. Could I backpedal on this one?

“Not going to happen, Tim,” I eventually blurted with as much conviction as I could. I turned back to the boys but that look on Kate’s face was still haunting me.

“Um, OK, I get it. You’re a coward.” Tim shrugged and it seemed as though we were finally done with that conversation.

I was about to sigh and put it all behind me until I would have the courage to confront Kate again when I felt her hand on my thigh. She had reached below the table and was squeezing me, thankfully, approvingly, or…was that a different kind of squeeze? And I suddenly remembered what she had admitted only a few minutes ago. I finally felt that surge of courage rise from where she was touching me on my thigh to my heart. I leaned into her neck and whispered, “I’d go gay for you too.”

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It was 12:30 Monday morning when I got an urge to fly to Texas. I wanted to finally meet the womyn who had held my lust for so long. The womyn I dreamt of on a daily basis.

Sunny was this Texan beauty, tall with flaming red hair that accented her sensuous nature. I had met her online. She wasn’t like any other womyn I had met online. She was challenging, witty, intelligent, and exuded a sexual aura that enticed me… lured me to the brink of madness.

A few times she had called me on the phone, her voice like an angel. Oft times we whispered our conversations…it was like fire that coursed through me, burning embers that seared through my veins, with just the slightest intonation of her voice.

Many times when I was working late at night on the computer signed onto AOL, she would sign on and I could feel myself spurting, my under garments permeated with the liquid that came from me…just from knowing I would soon talk with her.

We used to close our conversations with “I love you,” and if ever I had ever felt that emotion, it was stronger then, than any time in my life. I lusted for her in more than a sexual nature. I lusted for her sense of womyn, her sense of being.

When I spent time with her, I became like a Goddess, she made me an entity so powerful….more than lust and desire….only way I can explain it is to say I had some kind of power that coursed through me.

And so on the Sunday before that Monday, in conversation with her, I very cleverly got her to name the firm for which she worked. Having known her for 6 months, I had a fair knowledge of her schedule and daily routines. So armed with that I made reservations to fly into San Antonio the very next day and surprise her.

I knew in some ways this could be disastrous, as she and I both had always accepted the “fantasy” agreement of our so called “relationship.” After all, she had a wife and I lived with a partner. But my need to meet her, see her, far outweighed anything that had been agreed upon initially.

I packed light, always having heard that SA would be far warmer than the Bay Area, a couple pairs of slacks and shorts, dress shirts and a leather vest. I did carry on a black leather satchel containing various toys in anticipation of my visit being a success.

I arrived in San Antonio early enough to check into my hotel and grab a shower before I headed down to the financial district to Sunny’s office. I called a limousine service and waited for the car, constantly checking myself in the mirror, wanting to be the perfect studly dyke for the womyn of my dreams.

Once outside her firms building, Escort Küçükyalı I called to see if she was in and made small talk with the receptionist. I knew the case she was working on at the time, and said that I was a client that she was going to interview. The receptionist fell for it and said Sunny was just leaving the building to head home, but she would leave a message for her, would I care to leave my name and number. I said I would call in the morning and hung up. I had the driver position the car directly across the street from the buildings main entrance, hoping she would exit that door.

It was a chance in a million and for a fleeting second I realized that she may not use that door, or she might even stop elsewhere in the building. Holding my breath wondering what to do next, when she appeared coming through the turnstile doors, carrying a large briefcase and many folders. I cant even begin to tell you how I felt at that moment. I was like Jell-O inside. I wasn’t sure how she would react seeing me, but even in my ambivalence, I found myself approaching her.

When I stood 10 ft in front of her as many peoples walked by, I stopped and said, “Hi Sunny.” I smiled waiting for her reaction. It was raining inside of me. I felt my whole body tremble. The seconds that passed before she spoke were endless.

She too, stopped. looking at me and for a second maybe, not knowing right at that moment who I was and then realizing when I said hello again. And then suddenly a smile formed on her perfect lips and she said, “O my God, I cant believe that you are here! What are you doing here Cary? Wow!”

“Ok, well I was in the neighborhood and just wanted to say hello” And then I hesitated before I spoke again, trying to read her. Trying to know if she was upset that I was there.

“Cary, I cant believe that I’m standing in front of you. I cant believe that you are this close to me. I have always said this would be dangerous and here you are, O. MY GOD.”

And with that she dropped her briefcase and came closer and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a school girl hug and a friendly kiss, after all we were in the financial district of a southern state and she was a professional womyn. I respected that and her privacy, but O. My, to feel her arms around me.

To feel Sunny so close to me. I was breathing her. I told her I had a car across the street and I would love to give her a lift. She suddenly paled and said that I could never give her a ride home, that it wouldn’t be right. I agreed and asked her if she would just like to get a cup of tea or something, a drink Kartal escort even. She said yes and we walked across the street to the Lincoln. I carried her files and folders for her. She just kept looking at me like I was some kind of apparition.

I watched her as she moved. I loved the body moved with each step. I loved the way she smiled, the way I always knew she smiled.

The driver suddenly appeared and opened the doors for us and I waited as she stepped inside. He put her briefcase and other papers in the trunk for us and the came back and asked if there was anything else. I nodded to him and he closed the door and got in and the car moved along.

She sat smiling, though not moving. In her silence I found myself perspiring with anxiety. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer and I asked her if she was upset that I was there.

I sat with tears welling in my eyes, so afraid that she was upset, when she shook her head no and said she was glad I was there, she was just in a state of shock.

I was relieved and took the liberty of kissing her. I placed my hands around her face and brought her to my lips. Softly, tenderly…my lips on hers. Closing my eyes, feeling her, breathing her, living….my dream..now a reality.

All the feelings, the emotions, the love I had for her for so long came to the surface. It was more than a power with her. It was like she gave me life. I felt her hands in my hair, ruffling it, tugging it. The tears that fell before were of a nervous kind, the ones that streamed down my face then were of a loving and wonderment.

Her lips opened and I felt her tongue touch me. Instinctively, my mouth opened to take her in and I swallowed her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue raked across my teeth and I flicked mine up into her palate. I heard her moan. All those months of making love online and this was the first time I ever heard her sweet moans. It was the first time I ever said aloud “I love you sunny,” and it was the first time I ever heard her respond with, “I love you Cary.”

That sealed it for me. It was fate that had brought me to her. It went way past the carnal wanting.

She told me she wanted me and I almost had an orgasm on the spot. I asked her if she cared to go to my hotel with me and she said yes, quicker than you can say “Jackie Robinson.” I called the driver and told him to take us to the hotel and she and I sat talking about all of our mutual fantasies. It was incredible to be sitting there with her in the limo on the way to my hotel.

What fury reigns supreme? Climatic in nature, the beast was finally free.

When Suadiye escort bayan we ventured out of the elevator, she finally let me take her hand and I twirled her around in a circle, all of the excitement brimming over in me. I pulled her to me again and kissed her harder on her mouth. She came back, full into me, biting my lower lip and then pulling away teasingly. I used the card entry and immediately shut the door with my foot behind us. Our hands were busy unbuttoning shirts and pants, tugging on our clothing to free ourselves.

She was more lovely than all of my dreams. I pulled away from her. I didn’t want to be rough, I wanted sheer ecstasy. I wanted to show her the passions of my soul, the depth of my love.

I came to her again and took her in my arms and tilted her back kissing her lips, then her throat and her neck, small kisses I trailed down to her shoulders, each one bringing me wilder and hotter inside. I burned with a fever so intense.

I kissed her collarbone, sucking in the thin skin and then raced with my tongue around each mound of her heaving chest. Took each nipple succulently into my mouth, rolling my tongue over each until they stood erect and firm under my touch. I heard her sounds of pleasure and felt as her hands once again played in my hair. felt as her fingers traced circles on my back. Felt as her fingernails dug in deep, ripping into me.

I licked under each breast, sensing the change in her scent, sensing the urgency in her breath.

I reached for her mouth and again kissed her softly, more tenderly…though inside of me lava flowed, raging against time. I slowly inched down her body, trailing kisses around her hips and down into her navel, I nuzzled my face in her fur and reeled with the aromatics of her sex. I felt as my chin rested in her moist lips, feeling as they parted under my pressing. I felt as she brought her knees up around my face and pushed her pelvis up into me.

I found the gem of my desire and flicked softly across the tip of her sex, feeling it grow hard in my mouth. Again the power surged in me and I found myself spurting, liquid fire. I stroked her clit wide across the top and then freely over and over up and down the shaft of it until she cried out to enter her. While my tongue worked feverishly bringing her higher than she had ever felt, I plunged 2 fingers into her and felt myself almost faint with ecstasy. I rocked hard as I drove into her and pulled up swiftly, only to return with lustful abandon. She rocked up into my face and screamed without caution. Over and over she poured sweetly out onto my hand and my tongue moved to taste her sweet elixir. I drank until she couldn’t move, with my fingers still lodged deep within her beauty, she slept, exhausted.

I watched her breathe. I watched as she slept, telling me she would be ready soon to make love, she just needed a cat nap… How apropos!

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