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It was spring of 1992 and I was just like every other 18 year old high school boy: a virgin and horny. I discovered masturbation about 3 years earlier and I did it at least once each day. I loved the feeling of having my cock in my hand, gently stroking it, squeezing it at different pressures, going from top to bottom, and changing the speed at which I stroked.

But I wanted more. I wanted someone to see me naked. With no girls willing to take me up on the idea, my thoughts turned to a person that I would see every two weeks: the cleaning lady. Karen was in her late 30’s with long dark hair and a fit body. I was 18, a hockey player and in the best shape of my life. I knew my cock may not be the biggest she had seen, but I still wanted her to see me.

Every other Thursday I would skip school in the morning to make sure I was in the shower just as Karen would start cleaning the upstairs of our home. After showering, I would always put on my robe, leaving a sliver of an opening at my belt line. I would rub some baby oil on my cock to make it hard and glisten and make it so that the tip poked out of the small opening. The first time I did it I quickly walked past her so the rush of air would open up my robe, exposing myself for her to see. It was such a turn on for me and I grew harder than I had ever been. I glanced down at my rock hard glistening cock and noticed pre-cum oozing from it. I don’t know if she saw anything that first encounter, but I was hooked. I wanted Karen to see what I saw. I spent the next 13 days in a horny frenzy coming up with a plan. My plan was simple: I would gradually get more and more adventurous until something happened. What would happen, I wasn’t sure and I didn’t know if she would tell my Mom, scold me, or take me up on my offering.

Two weeks later, my plan went into motion. Karen showed up at the exact time as she had before. I was just getting out of the shower as she was making her way upstairs. I quickly oiled up my member, loosely put on my robe and slowly walked toward her. I could feel the cool air from our house on my cock as I moved toward her. She was looking down at a cleaning bucket, so I had to get her attention. I decided to say hi and make some small talk. As she glanced up from her bucket she paused at my waist and I knew she had seen my manhood. Our conversation was short but its purpose was served: she saw me.

Over the next month I continued my plan, each time the conversations would last longer and be more frequent at each visit. Often I would play with myself in a room next to the one she was cleaning with the door cracked open just a little bit. Side escort Later, I would even talk to her from the next room while I was cumming. Sometimes, I would sit on the stairs with my robe on, my legs open so she couldn’t miss a thing. So, far she didn’t act as if she was upset with my antics. In fact, she seemed to be more comfortable with seeing me as the days went on.

I spent time in between her visits reading books and watching TV shows about sex to find out how to best please a woman. I learned how to do everything from sucking on nipples to eating pussy.

Now that I had an idea on how to please Karen I became more brazen and started my seduction process. I began to set up narrow points in the hallway with chairs so my hard cock would “accidently” brush across her body. Over the next few cleanings we continued to play our game. I knew she was starting to get used to the idea of a young hard cock touching her. My plan was that eventually she would even bend down in front of me giving me full access to her heart shaped ass at which point I would stand behind her as she would slowly back into my cock as I “passed” by.

It had been just over 2 months since I started my plan, I didn’t even need to stroke my cock to get it hard anymore. Every time I saw Karen I would immediately grow rock hard. I couldn’t wait any longer, over the weeks I had noticed when she was cleaning something high she would let one arm hang low to keep her balance. This was my chance to actually have her touch me. So, right on time Karen showed up, I let her see me a few times and brushed my cock across her ass, and then I made my move. She was dusting the top of a chest in my mom’s room. As she reached up to dust, she was standing on one leg. Her left arm was out stretched and her open right hand was unintentionally waiting for my cock to rest in it. Her hand was at the perfect waist level. I quickly fully opened my robe, moved up and inserted my cock into her open palm. Obviously, she was startled, her hand closed instinctively around my hard cock. She quickly pulled away with my cock in hand. It was then when our eyes met. I reached up with my hand and guided her beautiful face to mine. I could tell she was unsure, so I thought it would be best to go slow. I pulled her head to mine exposing her neck; I softly gave her kisses on her neck, allowing the tip of my tongue to brush across her smooth skin as I made my way to her ear lobe. She still had my throbbing dick in her warm soft hand. I gently nibbled on her ear and whispered, “Karen, you are a beautiful woman. I want to kiss every inch of your body.” She responded Side escort bayan with a deep sigh. I could tell she liked the feeling of my soft warm moist breath on her ear. I gently took her face in both hands and stared into her deep blue eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues danced around each other, the feeling of Karen’s tongue in my mouth made my cock twitch in her warm hand, which was slowly stroking me now. As we kissed I allowed my hands to explore her body and squeezed the ass that my cock had touched so many times. I started to slowly move my hands up to her shirt, grabbing the bottom of it to slide it up and off. I could barely stand not having her hand on my cock for the brief time she had to take it off in order for me to remove her shirt.

She had a pale white lace bra on, which I quickly removed exposing her amazing tits. I slowly began kissing her neck allowing my hands to freely move across her half naked body. I took her soft breasts in each hand and slowly traced her nipple with the tip of my fingers. Karen let out a moan. I kissed my way to her now erect nipples. Replacing my finger tip with my soft wet tongue, I took her nipple in my mouth alternating between sucking and gentle nibbles. My hands traced Karen’s body like a maze, gradually finding the tops of her loose fitting sweat pants. I hooked my thumbs under her waist band, in one smooth motion I slipped her pants off. Karen’s moans with desire filled the empty room. All of my research and planning was paying off. I licked and kissed my way past her soft stomach to the top of her lace panties. My hands were in heaven as they meandered all over her body, eventually getting to their destination. As I slipped off her panties, I couldn’t help but think what was going to happen next. I wasn’t worried that I was going to cum right away, because I had played with myself shortly before Karen arrived that day. Now staring into her perfectly trimmed pussy, I thought I was going to explode.

Rather than start right in I let my hands pass across her neat pubic hair to her inner thighs. I ran my tongue past her clit to follow my hands to her thighs. I gave each thigh a wet kiss as I slithered my body to her toes. I ran my tongue down her left leg to her toes and back up to her sweet smelling, moistening pussy. I let my tongue graze her wet pussy as I moved to her right leg. As I started down her leg, she guided my head back to her throbbing clit. I ignored her pleas and continued down her leg to each toe and back up. Her hands met my head as I approached her pussy; she slowly guided me to her clit. I brought one hand up Escort side to spread her pussy lips and expose her engorged clit.

I navigated the tip of my tongue though her coarse, wet pubic hair to gently tease her clit. Then I slid up and took her entire pussy into my mouth, lightly sucking and allowing my tongue to savor the taste of her delicious juices. I brought my other hand up underneath my chin to finger her pussy as I lapped her clit with the tip of my tongue once again. I inserted my middle finger deep inside her pussy, angling upward searching for her g-spot. I felt Karen squirm as my finger found the tiny bump behind her clit. I knew I was there. I continued to massage her g-spot and lick her clit, I could hear her breathing pick up, her legs began to squeeze my head. I could feel her hands still on my head, starting to push my face deeper to her dripping wet pussy. Her legs twitched, she screamed loudly, I felt a rush of her hot juices spray in to my accepting mouth. I held still, my tongue gently resting on her clit and my finger still pressed against her g-spot. She began to convulse for a second and a third time. I glanced up from my spot, our eyes locked as she came.

She pulled my head up past her navel, tits and to her face. I could feel my hard cock make its way up the freshly made bed as my body moved up hers. As I reached her face, the tip of my cock easily slid in to her soaking pussy. I pulled back, just to allow my throbbing head to tease her lips. She began to kiss my wet face and dug her hands into my hard ass, pulling me deeper inside of her.

With each thrust I could hear the wetness of our love and the sound of my balls hitting her ass. I pulled out and slowly allowed the head of my cock to part her pussy lips over and over again. She wanted me deep inside of her and I was ready to grant her wish. I forcefully rolled over allowing her to be on top in total control.

With my cock deep inside she put her hands on my firm chest and rocked her hips back and forth. She leaned back to allow my cock to rub her clit and pumped up and down. I took both hands and grabbed her ass, pulling her up on top of me. I watched her tits bounce up and down as we fucked. Our eyes met again, and I could feel her quiver once again. My balls started to tighten. I could feel her pussy tighten around my throbbing cock. I pushed myself deep inside of her and we both came, I could feel my cum and her juices rush out of her saturated pussy on to my still hard cock.

Exhausted, she collapsed on my rising and falling chest; I could feel my softening dick slip out of her pussy. Our breathing was rhythmic, we were both drenched in sweat and cum. I had just lost my virginity to our cleaning lady. Moments later we kissed and began our dance again. We went on, every two weeks exploring, experimenting, and having mind blowing sex until I left for college.

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I was eighteen years old when this all happened. At the time it shocked and surprised me and I had a hard time accepting my incredible good fortune. The experience I’m about to relate quickly became something I’d never want to change. It became a part of my growing up. It was nothing but an awesome adventure that became the basis of my sexual maturation.

I lived with my parents, sister and brother in a nice house in a nice suburb of Atlanta.

It was a Saturday morning in May. A gorgeous day. I’d been for an early run and as I arrived home, Mrs. James, the next door neighbor, was waving at me. She wasn’t waving a good morning kind of greeting, it was definitely a wave that asked if I could go over and talk to her. I slowed and approached. “Hi Jeff, how are you….?” She began.

In my eyes, Lynne James was an attractive woman of about 30 years old, somebody I should respect, say ‘hello’ to when we noticed each other. Not somebody I’d be hitting on, not somebody I should look at in an ‘I’d love to fuck her’ kind of way. She wasn’t somebody that would have any interest in me for starters. She was a neighbor, a different generation, off limits and never in my mind.

I suppose I was polite, friendly, even good looking in an eighteen year old kind of way. I was into school work, sports and second, sometimes third base foreplay.

I’d been favored with a hand job on rare occasions courtesy of my girlfriend of two years. There was the promise of more to come one day. We’d told each other we’d wait until we were nineteen for some stupid reason. A distant seven months away.

Of course there was a Mr. James. His name, for what it matters, was Bob, in fact, wherever he is now his name probably still is Bob. He seemed pleasant enough. He left the house early each day in a suit and tie and came home late most days with his tie loosened and the jacket over his shoulder. He drove a big Mercedes, she drove a smaller convertible one.

At weekends they’d have occasional pool parties, they’d have their share of visitors and they generally just fit right in with the rest of the folks in our world. It seemed then as if they had a typical upper middle class life style much like everybody else our family knew. There were no kids but that didn’t mean anything. Just the way it was.

On this day, Mrs. James needed my help and I was happy to oblige. She’d had a dresser delivered that was sitting in the first bay of their garage and she wanted to ask if I could help Mr. James take it into the house. She smiled when I offered my assurance that I’d be happy to help but frowned when I said I’d get showered and come straight back over to her house. That wouldn’t work for her. Mr. James was headed off to the golf course, could I do it right now? Why not?

Her husband showed up and explained the plan. He was looking at his watch as he addressed me, no problem, we shook hands and got on with the job. We started by unwrapping the plastic that was wrapped around the thing and removed some protective corner pieces.

I went to grab one end as he approached the other. She interrupted us and asked us to remove the drawers before taking it inside. He told her we could manage it with the drawers in place as he looked at his watch again. She basically insisted that it was going to be done her way “Take the fucking drawers out Bob because I don’t want them sliding out and falling down the fucking stairs or banging into the fucking walls that were painted two fucking weeks ago and if you would like to shut the fuck up you’ll get the fuck out of the house and off to the golf course where you can play with your fucking dumb ass buddies a lot more quickly.” She didn’t pause for breath and her husband seemed to get a clear message. I silently agreed it was perhaps better to start removing the drawers.

The drawers each had a safety catch at the back. It took five minutes for us to realize this and he was fuming and sweating as he tried to pull out the top drawer, moving onto another one when he couldn’t slide it out. It was Lynne who leaned Alanya Escort escort into look and suggested that he “twist that little thing downwards and maybe it’ll come out.” It did. So did all the others. He looked at his watch before taking hold of his end of the dresser.

“Bob, just get the dresser into the bedroom, go to your golf and I’ll put the drawers in myself, ok dear.” He was okay with that.

The thing was fucking heavy. Bob was getting more annoyed with each backward step. I wanted to offer to go first if it would help him but I didn’t want to speak and interrupt progress. I concentrated on holding my end up and staying out of their issues. Finally we had it in the bedroom and as Bob set it down his arm went to his lower back as if there was some kind of injury there. He seemed to think better of making any announcement and he looked at Lynne to ask if his work was done. She scratched her chin, looked at him, looked at the dresser, back at him and said “yes, go, have a good game.”

As he left I slid the thing into position against the wall. She became a friendly, smiling, happy lady. She was nothing at all like the lady that had been in the house up to the point that the husband had left.

Eventually it seemed to be in exactly the spot she wanted it. Opposite the end of a king sized brass bed. Beneath and perfectly centered with a huge ornate mirror. She smiled and asked my opinion. Apart from wondering why the fuck she’d care what my opinion was I paused and looked at her briefly before looking back at the dresser. “It’s perfect” I told her. She was happy and said she’d start bringing up the drawers. I offered to help and she accepted my offer.

She sprang downstairs and headed off to the living room as I approached the garage.

I picked up two drawers and was heading back towards the stairs as the music started. She smiled as she bounced towards the garage. It occurred to me that I was alone with a very good looking woman.

I took the drawers upstairs and installed the first two. As I was leaving the bedroom Mrs. James brushed by me on her way in with one drawer. She smiled as we crossed just inside the doorway. Her good smell is my memory of that instant and if in the same circumstances today I would certainly remark on noticing that. However, I was eighteen and had a very limited appreciation of the value or benefits received in complimenting a lady.

On reentering the room with two more drawers I noticed that she had made a start on filling the drawers. I also noticed a pile of panties and bras on the bed. Some stuff was already in the top drawer. “Shall I just leave these here for now?” I asked.

“Yes please Jeff, I am so excited to have this dresser.” She smiled at her announcement and I think I managed to reply “it’s really nice.”

As I descended the stairs for the last drawer I thought that perhaps I should show a bit more enthusiasm, be a little more friendly.

The best I could manage was “wow, it looks even better with the drawers in.” She smiled again.

“Jeff, would you be a darling and move that rocker over to the other corner.” She touched my arm, pointed and her request was clear.

“My pleasure” That’s more like it I thought, feeling awkwardness melt away as my highly developed conversational skills kicked in.

I placed the rocker in the assigned corner and as I turned in stride my upper groin met firmly and swiftly with the big brass knob on the top of the bed frame. I gasped and doubled up in pain practically collapsing to my knees. She was by my side in a split second, asking what happened, encouraging me to lay back. My explanation and pointing along with her own assessment led her to believe that ice was called for. She asked if I could make it onto the bed. I could with her help. I lay flat besides her piles of sexy lingerie and she left the room for ice.

In her absence it dawned on me that I was laying on a nice bed, about to be attended to by a gorgeous older woman and my pain really had subsided somewhat. Alanya Escort bayan For the first time I had that moment of enlightenment and realized that I should let this be my time if that’s what it was meant to be.

Mrs. James seemed quite concerned. She arrived back in the bedroom with an arm full of towels and a bowl of ice. She asked me to point to the spot. I did but a tad closer to my cock than the real epicenter of my pain.

“You’ll have to slip your shorts off Jeff.”

“Okay.” I grimaced.

I undid the knotted chord, lifted my butt and grimaced again as I hooked my fingers into the waistband. “Oh stop. Let me help you.” She noticed my pain.

“I feel so terrible, first you carry that dresser practically all by yourself, I didn’t let you go shower, then you hurt yourself moving the rocker. I’m so sorry Jeff.” Her sequence was off but the concern and guilt seemed genuine.

“It’s okay Mrs. James.”

“Call me Lynne, Jeff, please, call me Lynne.” She had taken a grip on my shorts and asked me to lift up just a little. I did as instructed. She left a towel over my groin and slid My shorts and briefs down to my ankles. She giggled and apologized for not taking off my sneakers first. As she looked at me I recognized what a gorgeous, sexy, flirtatious smile she had. I couldn’t have verbalized it then but the recognition was clear.

Somewhere inside my basic sense of masculinity and deep amongst all the things should appeal to it, I recognized this woman as more than she had previously been. She was now an object of desire.

She removed my running shoes and dropped the clothes on the floor behind her.

“Let’s see now, and tell me you won’t be shy.”

“No, I won’t be shy.” I slid the towel to my right as she approached from the left. She could surely see the profile of my cock and balls.

“Show me where it hurts” as I moved my hand towards the pain she continued “oh no don’t move, I can see where it’s bruising. Oh you poor thing, I feel terrible.” She repeated herself but I’d decided that the best I could do for myself was to let her convince herself of her guilt in all this.

She placed her cool fingers on my groin and asked me to let her know when it hurt. She moved around a little, gently pressing. My most pained tightening came as she got closer to my cock which twitched rather violently as her finger tips pressed within an inch or so of its base.

“Oh good Jeff” she paused “at least that’s not broken” she smiled up at me with raised eyebrows as her fingers continued their movement. I was no longer responsible for my cock.

What I wanted to say was something along the lines of ; Mrs. James why don’t you just suck my cock because nobody ever did that and then let me fuck you because I’m a virgin and it would feel really good to be fucked by you, but that’s not what came out. “No, it’s still working I think, that feels good Mrs. James.” Which wasn’t bad for me at that stage of my development.

Her fingers moved closer to my cock “Please call me Lynne”

“Sorry, yes, I will, Lynne. I like that name.” She smiled at me as I spoke.

Her left hand continued to touch softly close to my expanding cock as she reached down for some ice. It was a jolt when the ice hit my groin but her fingers circled my cock at exactly that moment and my gasp was for both events.

She skated the ice cube around my groin as she began stroking my cock “Does that feel good Jeff?” Her eyes switched from my face to my cock. It was as big as it was going to get now and had it not been for her hand it would have rested flat and hard with its head at my navel.

“Yessss Lynne, that feels really good. I mean, er, really awesome.”

This wasn’t a fumbled zipper experience in the front seat of a Jeep with a girl that didn’t have a clue of how much a cock can appreciate some gentle handling. I was clearly and literally in the hands of an expert.

The ice melted and dripped slowly along the groove between groin and thigh “Oh, the ice is melting” Escort alanya her finger chased the rivulets down that same crease and repeatedly dragged the drops upwards. Scathing my ass and balls as her left hand continued its caresses.

She looked at me again, for longer this time, still stroking my cock very tenderly, a smile creased her lips and her eyes widened. Her head was moving towards my cock before her gaze left mine. I wanted to hold the gaze until she couldn’t and I wanted to lean back as she swallowed me whole but it didn’t quite go that way. She poked her tongue tenderly at me. She dipped in and stabbed me with its stiff, soft wetness, she smiled back in search of an expressive reaction which came naturally as one of extreme pleasure. She toyed with me, played with me, tormented and tasted me, slowly and lovingly. She labored on her work, certain she knew that she was doing to me what had never been done before.

She let me throb in her soft grip as she stared back beyond my misty eyes and into my mind. She swooped again and took me softly between her lips, she wet me and sucked on the very tip. She was playing with me as a well fed cat might play with a live mouse. She looked again, smiled again and leaned away from me. She moved from the bed, and slowly, very fucking agonizingly slowly, stripped naked.

Her body was centerfold. Gorgeous, stunning curves. Delicate, lithe, tanned, sexy. I’d never (of course) seen anything like it in three dimensions. I wanted to do whatever people do in those circumstances and I figured she’d show me what that was. She did.

She slid over my body and tugged my shirt off, She leaned in and kissed me, flattening my cock between our bellies. She sucked and licked my lips, her tongue encouraged my own to dance, she grazed my teeth, she licked and nibbled my ears, she breathed on my neck and whispered things I’d never heard as she ran her fingers through my hair. She reached between us and found me. She leaned back keeping her weight off me and she took my cock in her hand. She lifted it as she lifted herself. She put me to her bald pussy. I reached a hand for her breasts and she pushed me away “later” she said.

Knowing there would be a later was very good news.

She put my cock inside the entrance to her sex. She lifted and lowered, she clutched my cock inside her and fell still lower until she was as full as I could make her. She gripped me there and gave me a feeling that could never have been imagined. From that point she moved harder and faster with her palms flat against my chest. She fucked me, that’s all, it was a ride she needed and it was the most perfect feeling. The wetness, the warmth, the tightness and the sensations that come with that sensual bombardment were more than I could stand and my cock exploded harder and for longer than I had ever thought possible.

She screamed as my cock pumped itself into her and she slammed down harder bringing back memories of my sore groin. I was in a state of amazement at the witnessing of the ways a woman’s body moves as she fucks like that.

Eventually she slowed “God that was so fucking good Jeff”

“Wow, it was?”

“Are you kidding that was fantastic, you’ve been practicing.”

“Er well, not really.”

“Wow, Jeff, you have the most fantastic cock.”

“I do?”

“Nobody told you already?” She had stilled and seemed to be somewhere between surprise, shock and a loud, happy scream.

“Er, no, nobody ever mentioned it.” For all I was in awe of the experience we’d just created it seemed that the awkward me was back.

“Well you do, take my word for it.”

“You mean we can do this again?”

“Oh absofuckinglutely Jeff, keep it a secret, be careful and we can do it a lot.”

“That’d be cool.”

“Yes, very cool.”

And that’s how it came to be. Her husband played golf and worked while Lynne James showed me how to fuck (among other things). She taught me more that summer than I’ve learned in twenty years since. She left me as a sexually confident young man, educated in the ways of female pleasuring, ready to face the world and notice opportunities when they present themselves.

All you Lynnes or Mrs. James’ out there, please know how much you’re appreciated by guys like me and in a stealth kind of way, by those women we meet later.

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Sitting back, I wonder what I would change in my life. I was always a shy boy growing up; always had grown up fantasies but was too afraid to admit it, or even to consider acting on them. In high school, I was the outsider who was a friend to everyone. I knew jocks, I knew stoners, I knew grease monkeys, I knew the artsy, but I never fit in. In college, it was even worse. I was forced into marching band, hated every second of it despite being surrounded by drugs, sex, and alcohol.

It took me 20 years to get a girlfriend, and 20 years to get laid. Funny enough it all happened on the same night…kind of…

I had met her a during my freshman year in college at the very end of the second semester. I had finally come into myself as an independent college student. My best friend was my RA, and my other best friend was preparing to be an RA the following year. So of course, who do I end up with? A partier. I found her on facebook oddly enough. I couldn’t even remember how if I tried. But basically, I started talking to her on facebook, then on instant messenger.

Coached by my friend Bill, the wanna-be RA, I talked her into meeting us in the college commons. She was hanging out with a friend on campus, and it was nighttime so we figured we wouldn’t make her walk all the way across campus. We’d meet her halfway and see where things went from there. Well, we showed up, ten minutes early. Sitting around, Bill joked and teased me.

“She’s not coming man, she saw your picture on facebook and is probably in the next state by now.” His laughter echoed amongst the orange-lit college campus, the artificial pond tinkling in the background. Suddenly, we heard some voices. As we looked up we saw a couple of girls coming towards us.

“Told you she’d come,” I smiled.

“I get the cute one,” Bill said shoving me with his shoulder. I should point out, Bill HAD a girlfriend; a lovely young lady who he’s currently married to.

Natalie was her name, and her friend was Kelly. Natalie informed me Kelly came to kick my ass if I was a weirdo-stalker. It was a silent, awkward meeting. But the silence was soon shattered, as Kelly bent over to throw pebbles at the small water bugs, I picked up a huge rock about the size of my head, and hurled it into the water right before her. The next thing I knew, we were all erupting in laughter, Kelly soaked to the bone. I felt horrible, but couldn’t stop laughing. After that, we decided to call it a night. It was a decent beginning.

Over the next two weeks, Natalie and I would continuously chat online, and as our chats became more and more sexually Side escort charged we began to see something in each other, or maybe we really just wanted a good fuck. I became the “best friend” type to Natalie over the next couple weeks, as she moved out of her second semester place that she shared with an older college girl, the semester ended and pretty much everyone went home for the summer.

We continued to talk online, but nothing much happened. Natalie came from a pretty rich family in a small town in Minnesota, her father the CEO of a local bank.

After a grueling summer, I found myself alone in the dorms. Yeah, Brian was still my RA, my best friend, but he was off doing other things and college started being more of a bother to me than an interest. So of course, I started hanging out with Natalie more and more. She had moved into an apartment downtown with her sister; a very nice place, very expensive.

So one night, I decided to gather up the courage and ask her out on a date. She was ecstatic and quickly said yes. Actually, that’s not exactly how that went…

I had been writing sex stories for her, and she loved feeling special like she was the girl in the stories. In so many of my stories I mentioned my one biggest kinky turn-on; the female orgasm. She couldn’t believe that’s what I loved the most. Not blow jobs, not anal sex, not threesomes… beautiful women cumming, that’s what I liked. So, she quickly found out I was a virgin, and deciding to rid me of THAT distinction she set up a little fun time for us.

We were to go to a romantic comedy, Prime. It was supposed to get her juices flowing, and get her into the mood. Well, she showed up…drunk. I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised. She was a partier. But also to my surprise, her twin sister was joining us on this date…with her boyfriend.

The movie, was ok…I guess. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the movie; I was more occupied by the hand in my crotch massaging my throbbing cock. After the movie, I wanted to rush her back to her place and have my way with her. But her sister had other plans, demanding to be taken to Perkins for a midnight snack. So an hour later, we pull into her apartment. Her sister left us alone the second we walked in, I’m sure she knew about the plans.

So I sat down at the dinner table, staring at her Siamese fighting fish as though it was going to give me the wisdom of the world. As if it was going to teach me everything I needed to know about the art of cunnilingus. Nothing happened, but Natalie…sitting in the doorway to her bedroom, roaring and Side escort bayan ready to go. I simply wanted her to take control, to demand I eat her out, or something, come over and kiss me for fucks sake! I had never been kissed, as horribly cliché and innocent as it seems it WAS true. But no, I was left in the silent darkness of her apartment.

Finally dredging up the courage to take control, I followed her into her room. Where she closed the door behind me. Sitting on her bed, I’m sure I must have looked like the little white mouse that was so gently dropped into the cage of a boa constrictor, unsure of what was going to happen next…but knowing it’s something! She came over and sat beside me on the bed.

“Isn’t there something you wanted to do?” She smiled seductively at me.

“Umm, just like that? Right now?” I asked sheepishly.

“Well, you could kiss me.” Hesitating I leaned in, afraid I was going to lose the chicken fingers I had recently eaten. I pulled away, afraid I wasn’t going to be great. I was afraid I was going to suck and she was going to laugh at me.

She laid back in bed, “Well how are you going to fuck me if you can’t even kiss me?” She laughed.

“Like this,” I leaned forward, giving it all I had. My tongue reached out, lapping at her tongue, finding her tonsils. She took it gracefully, knowing I was new, but that I had promise. She HAD felt my rock hard cock during the movie after all. She knew I wasn’t lying about the 9 inches part. Which to me, was rather small…a fact I still struggle with to this day.

Afterwards, we sat on the bed watching each other anxiously.

“So now what?” I asked.

“Stay here,” she stood up, walking to her closet in complete darkness, closing the door behind her. The light turned on in the closet, casting long shadows across the room. I looked around, excited for what was going to happen next, though I had never been so unsure of anything in my life. The light turned out, I flopped down in the bed, acting like I hadn’t moved an inch.

I heard the door open, then felt her light touch as she crawled across the king sized bed. “Well, come her,” she giggled, grabbing my hand. She led it to the Holy Grail for all teenage boys, though I was a few years late…it was still a wonderful trophy for me. As I felt her hard nipple in my fingers, I twisted it gently, feeling her body rise and fall against my warm sweaty palm.

Her breasts were small, but I liked them just the way they were. I leaned down, placing my face to her breast; I sat feeling her body warmth before gently licking Escort side her erect nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it as she moaned softly. Her hand caressing my back softly, until I sucked hard; I felt her nails dig into the flesh of my back as she cried out in ecstasy.

I caressed and kissed my way between her breasts, spending time on both nipples, kissing and nudging the under-part of each breast. Slowly kissing down her belly, I felt her back arch in anticipation. I moved my hand down to feel where I was going, finding her warm, wet pussy waiting for me. As my hand rubbed through her 20 year old wetness, I heard her gasp ever so softly.

Suddenly, it was all instinct. Like I was born with the knowledge of what to do, I slid down between her legs, kissing both thighs. My lips traced lines softly and slowly down to her toes and back until finally coming to a resting point just below her labia. I could feel her warmth radiating between her legs, I could smell her horniness in the air. My tongue begged to taste her, my fingers itched to touch her, to rub her. After a half hour of teasing her and denying us both, I gave in. Taking one giant lick straight up her slit, she screamed in pleasure as my tongue came to a rest on her hard soaked clit. I felt her nails dig into my back as I sucked and licked all over.

Her slit was glistening in the darkness as I sucked in one labia at a time, taking the time to enjoy her body. I found her clit, exposing it with my hand and licking it softly with the tip of my warm wet tongue. With every lick she would convulse in orgasmic pleasure. My tongue followed her slit down, until I found her opening. Wide open, it begged to be entered. I could feel my cock throbbing against the bed, how badly my penis wanted in her.

My tongue slowly pushed inside her dripping pussy. I reached back, feeling the ridges on the top. I know now I was feeling an indication of her G-Spot, then…I just though to lick it harder and faster. Suddenly, my tongue was racing in and out of her dripping snatch, her back was fully arched, hands grabbing and pulling at my hair, my shirt, and my back. I felt her orgasm coming. It excited me beyond all belief. As my tongue plunged in and out of her, a sudden flood of juices came flowing from her hot pussy. She rocked in orgasm as she screamed and shouted my name.

It was 8:30am when we finished, the day before Thanksgiving Break. I was supposed to be in class taking a test and then on my way home so we could vacation with family. I remember being dropped off at the music building on campus, a huge smile on both of our faces.

“Shall we do this again?” I asked, peeking my head in the truck.

“Please,” she smiled leaning in for a kiss.

As I walked into class, I knew I had started something new. Something that was going to change my life.

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

*.*

They stood outside of the Pack A Sack liquor store, both dressed to attract attention. But they made sure to stand just outside of the range of the two cameras that faced the front of the liquor store. They made sure they were not within sight of Jack, the grizzled old man that managed the store.

Angelle Redding had on her bright red bikini top and a short wraparound skirt. She wore five inch heeled sandals on her pretty little feet, toenails painted almost as bright a red as her bikini top.

She’d applied a light coating of baby oil to her golden brown skin before leaving Trisha Nash’s house, making her skin shine. Her 32DD breasts strained the skimpy bikini top, and the nubs of her nipples were just visible underneath the thin material.

She and Trisha Nash stood in front of the Pack A Sack, hoping to get someone to buy them at least a fifth of Guadalupe Victoria Tequila. That loser, Bobby What’s-His-Name was supposed to get them two fifths of the expensive tequila. Trisha had cooed and purred and leaned forward, letting Bobby see her lacy bra that barely contained her 36DD breasts.

Bobby What’s-His-Name had even showed up, bottle in hand. But Bobby also had some cute red head with him and the red head had demanded that they pay her for the half-gallon of tequila. Since they didn’t have the money, Bobby and the red head had walked, taking the Guadalupe Victoria Tequila with them.

The party goers had a bucket of Lime flavored Kool-Aid, just waiting for the premium tequila, waiting to make the perfect faux Margarita.

After Bobby and his friend left, and left them with no tequila, everyone had scrounged together fourteen bucks. Then the group voted to send Angelle and Trisha to the store.

“Heeey,” Trisha sang out as a creepy looking old man stepped onto the small walkway.

“Yeah?” the man asked, smiling.

Angelle shuddered; the man’s smile revealed a few gaps where his teeth should have been. Trisha thrust her chest out and the man’s eyes went to her 36DD breasts in the tight white bikini top. Angelle stuck her chest out as well.

“Listen, my friends and I? We’re having us a party,” Trisha cooed to the man.

The man reeked of stale cigarettes and cheap booze and his eyes were bloodshot. His body odor was a bit of a turn-off but both girls posed for his benefit.

“I uh, I don’t think so, Honey,” the man suddenly said, face paling.

Trisha looked at Angelle, face wrinkled in confusion. Why had the man suddenly scampered away?

“Daddy would be so proud of his little angel, Hmm?” Trisha heard at the same time she’d smelled Fernando’s Lagerfeld cologne.

“Oh shit,” Angelle squeaked, looking over her shoulder and seeing the police uniform.

“Angelle!” Trisha cried out as her friend sprinted for her car.

Angelle jumped into the Saturn her father had bought for her. Looking back at the store, she saw that the swarthy skinned police officer was berating her friend. She felt bad, abandoning Trisha like this, but her father had let Angelle know, just one ticket, one incident and Angelle could kiss the car good-bye.

Heart hammering, Angelle forced herself to back out carefully, to slowly accelerate away, leaving Trisha Nash to her fate.

On Browner Road, Angelle let the breath out. She even let a little giggle escape; she’d been inches away from being busted, but had somehow managed to wiggle free.

At the red light, Angelle looked over as a car edged forward into the turn lane. She did a double-take, looking at the sleek sports car. She didn’t know one manufacturer from another, could not point out any particular make or model. But she knew what she liked and the sleek, bright red automobile was one she liked. The arrow flashed green and the red sports car accelerated away. Angelle watched the car as it rocketed away.

“Superior Motors” Angelle read on the rear of the sports car. “Uncle Andy!”

Just thinking about the handsome young man her Aunt Linda had been married to had Angelle’s nipples crinkled and the gusset of her thong bikini became quite wet. She’d been a gawky teenager when her father’s youngest sister had married the quite handsome Andrew Lloyd Delacroix. Both Linda and Andy were students at Connelly College; Linda a Cougar cheerleader and Andy a star running back.

“Not even a year into it, stupid bitch divorced him,” Angelle thought as she continued driving.

On Evergreen Avenue, Angelle pulled in front of the gleaming showroom of Superior Motors. Her Saturn certainly looked out of place next to the gleaming black Porsche and the white Alfa-Romeo.

Angelle spotted a black sports car that was nearly identical to the red car she’d seen moments earlier. Two older men in expensive suits looked on as the scantily clad young woman opened the heavy glass Side escort door of the spotless showroom. They held their faces impassive as Angelle walked over to the Ferrari and bent, peering into the luxury sports car. Both men raised their eyebrows as the short wraparound rode up, revealing the bright red scrap of her bikini bottom. Both men admired Angelle’s golden brown buttocks as she admired the leather seats, the highly polished dashboard of the car.

“Help you, ma’am?” the older man asked, voice a deep, rich baritone.

“Seen one of these, red,” Angelle said, not looking at the man.

“And decided you’d get one in black?” the man asked, a trace of humor in his voice.

“Uncle Andy here?” Angelle suddenly asked.

“Hmm? Who?” the salesman asked.

“Sorry, he’s not my uncle anymore,” Angelle giggled.

The man looked at Angelle’s pretty face. The eighteen year old girl had almond shaped eyes and golden brown skin, testament to her Asian heritage. Her nose was a small button, as was her pretty mouth, testament to her Caucasian heritage

Angelle’s chest was quite large on her five foot two inch frame, her waist was narrow, and her hips flared out nicely. Her buttocks jutted out and then tapered into two sleek legs. This was due, in part to the African-American soldier that had impregnated Angelle’s great-great grandmother, the laundress and part time prostitute that serviced the platoon of American soldiers during the earliest days of the Korean police action.

“Andrew? Delacroix?” Angelle clarified as the salesman stood in front of her.

“Oh! Mr. Delacroix!” the salesman said. “Think he’s in his office.”

The man turned and marched to a hallway. Angelle bent to look inside of a screaming yellow Lamborghini.

In his office, Andy could look at the monitor and see his showroom. The security cameras showed him the showroom, the front of his building, and the ‘Pre-owned’ sales lot. But Andy wasn’t looking at any of the monitors. He was on his computer, trying to talk himself into clicking the link of the Houston Escort Service.

“Hey Boss?” Glen Kennedy, one of his salesmen said.

Andy quickly hit ‘Alt +F4’ and the stunning blonde with the wide toothed grin disappeared from view. He glanced up as the smiling man stood in his doorway.

“Some kid’s asking if her ‘Uncle Andy’ is in,” Glen said, nodding with his head toward the showroom.

Andy looked at the monitor and noticed Brian standing, openly gawking at a female form that was bent over, looking into one of the showroom automobiles. The woman’s form was in profile; Andy could see that the woman wore a very short skirt and a bikini top that was struggling to contain her very large breasts.

“Uncle?” Andy mouthed as he got to his feet.

He was the oldest of four, had two brothers and one sister. Anthony, the youngest Delacroix male was gay, so there were no nieces and nephews there. Adam, the middle male had just divorced his second wife; they’d had no children, and as far as Andy knew, Adam’s first wife had not borne any children.

Barbara, his twenty year old sister was getting married tomorrow; the reason Andy had been on the Houston Escort Service’s web site in the first place.

Shannon, Barbara’s maid of honor, and Andy’s ex-girlfriend as of nineteen hours ago, had two nephews. Nine year old Vince and six year old Marty had never called him ‘Uncle Andy.’

So, who was this scantily clad woman calling him ‘Uncle Andy?’ Andy stood, buttoning his suit jacket as he continued to stare at the fetching figure on his storeroom’s monitor.

Entering the showroom, Andy saw two sweet buttocks separated by a bright red scrap of material. He saw two golden brown legs perched on top of five inch heels. He saw long black hair hanging down, almost touching the floor as the woman peered into a third automobile.

“Yes ma’am? You asked for me?” Andy asked, walking toward the sexy form.

“Uncle Andy!” Angelle squealed, turning around.

“An.. Angelle?” Andy asked, shocked at the difference a few short years had made in the teenager.

To the best of his memory, the scrawny, gawky girl had been fifteen or sixteen when he had quit football and his wife Linda had divorced him. Trying to do the math in his head, Andy deduced that Angelle must be eighteen, possibly nineteen by now.

“Well, guess you not really my uncle since you split up with my dumb ass Aunt Linda, huh?” Angelle asked, giving Andy an affectionate hug and a soft kiss to his smooth cheek.

“No, no, guess not, but my God, look at you!” Andy said, holding the girl out at arm’s length. “You’re what? Eighteen? Nineteen now?”

“Eighteen,” she smiled happily.

“Wow, you have grown,” Andy said. “So, how’s your mom?”

“Mom’s fine, dad’s fine,” Angelle said. “And before you ask, Aunt Linda’s fine; she married some doctor couple months back.”

She shuddered as she thought of her Aunt Linda’s marriage to Jean Pastor, an ebony-skinned doctor from the Dominican Republic. The man was an arrogant, Side escort bayan condescending man, with roaming hands. Angelle, and her mother had learned to stay out of his reach. Aunt Linda looked the other way, so long as her husband kept buying her shiny trinkets and toys.

“Yes, I know,” Andy smiled tightly. “She sent me an invitation.”

“You serious?” Angelle asked, mouth open in surprise.

“Mm hmm. Guess she was trying rub my face in it,” Andy said. “After I got my concussion, quit football. When I quit, the NFL didn’t want me anymore. There wasn’t going to be any million dollar signing bonus, so your aunt walked.”

Angelle didn’t know what to say as the handsome man explained, in detail, what a mercenary, money-hungry bitch her aunt was. She racked her brain, trying to think of a response, or of something to distract him from the touchy subject.

“Anyway, doubled down, got my degree in Business and looked around,” Andy said.

“Uh huh?” Angelle said as Andy looped an arm casually around her slim waist.

“Saw that one out of every eleven people in Oakleaf County? Are attorneys. Did you know that?” Andy said.

“That many?” Angelle asked.

“And then, they announced they were building Alliance Square Health Facilities,” Andy said, now pulling Angelle into the well-appointed break room. He indicated the soda fountain, the water dispenser, or the coffee machine. Angelle went immediately to the popcorn machine, breathing in the scent of freshly popped popcorn.

“Butter right here, sea salt here, and fresh cracked black pepper here,” Andy smiled as Angelle quickly scooped up a large cup of the warm kernels. “Oh. And this pump here? Hot caramel.”

“Mm, mm,” Angelle enthused as she stuffed a greasy handful of the buttered popcorn into her mouth.

“Said to myself, ‘Alliance, there’s going to be doctors and administrators and they’re going want Porsches, and Maseratis, and Ferraris; they’re going want people to look at them and know that they’re someone important. That they’re big shots.’ Rather than have them going to Houston, or Dallas, or Austin, I opened Superior Motors; see, my dad’s cousin? Barry Delacroix? In Bender, Louisiana, he had the same Idea when they built a hospital in DeGarde. Borrowed the money from him; paid him back before the end of the year,” Andy finished his tale.

Angelle followed Andy into his office and looked around. She nodded in approval of his Mahogany desk, the buttery soft leather couch, the three clients’ chairs in front of his expansive desk.

“Well, let me get out of your hair,” Angelle finally said as she finished off her popcorn. “I’m sure you got better stuff do rather than babysit me.”

“Really? Was just piddle-farting on my computer,” Andy admitted indicating the wastebasket with his head.

Then, as she turned to go, Andy remembered why he’d been on his computer. He stood up just as Angelle reached the door to his office.

“Hey!” Andy called out.

“Uh huh?” Angelle asked, startled.

“Tomorrow. You got, you wouldn’t happen have a real nice dress? See, Barbara, don’t know if you remember my sister, think y’all only met a couple times, anyway, she’s getting married tomorrow, and since my dad, he passed away last year, God damned diabetes. We begged him and begged him follow your doctor’s orders and he’s like ‘that’s what they make insulin for’ but anyway, get this, get this, right before the wedding? My girlfriend Shannon? Gives me the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech and there’s no way I can get out of going; I’m walking Barbara down the aisle, you want come with me?” Andy asked.

Angelle’s heart thumped loudly in her chest. Andrew Lloyd Delacroix was very handsome. He stood six feet, four inches and had a muscled physique, a football player’s physique. His hair was a thick brown mop that he wore long. His brown eyes were warm pools of caramel in his tanned square face. His nose was an aristocratic one, above his wide smile of straight, white teeth. Him asking her to accompany him to do anything was a dream come true for the high school student.

“I, damn, no, I don’t have anything wear,” Angelle realized.

In the past year, she’d put three more inches on her height, and her breasts had gone from a 29C to a 32DD. So, the dress she’d worn to Homecoming Prom, where she’d been voted as Senior Class Maid-In-Waiting to Trisha Nash’s Homecoming Queen would no longer fit.

“If you had a dress, would you go with me?” Andy asked.

“Absolutely,” Angelle agreed breathlessly.

“Glen, you’re in charge. Brian? Glen says ‘Jump?’ You say ‘How high do you think I am?’” Andy said, guiding Angelle through the store room to the heavy glass doors.

“Lucky bastard,” Glen said as Andy unlocked the Porsche.

“Mm hmm,” Brian agreed, watching the attractive girl climbing into the Porsche’s passenger seat.

“Jump,” Glen said.

“Fuck off,” Brian said as a Mercedes-Benz pulled up to the parking spot just vacated by Andy’s Porsche.

Andy and Angelle chattered lightly Escort side as he drove. She admitted she was dressed in the skimpy outfit because she and a school friend had been hanging out, trying to get someone to buy them some Guadalupe Victoria Tequila. Andy whistled.

“Well, looking like that? Damned skippy I’d bought y’all just about anything y’all wanted,” Andy admitted.

“Yeah?” Angelle asked, brushing a lock of hair back with her hand.

“Mm hmm,” Andy agreed.

They pulled up to Brichelle’s Boutique. Angelle looked at the display window in reverence. She and her mother had gone inside of the Great Oak, Texas store one time; they were having a fall clearance sale. Two minutes after entering the trendy boutique, mother and daughter left. Sale or not, they could not afford anything in the store.

“Hello, welcome to Brichelle’s,” an attractive woman said quietly.

“Thank you. Wedding tomorrow; she needs something to wear,” Andy said.

The woman arched an eyebrow, appraising Angelle. She then looked at Andy.

“I would assume, she is not the bride?” the woman asked.

“Hmm? Oh! No, no, the bride is my baby sister,” Andy smiled.

“Okay, let’s see, you said tomorrow? So, something that wouldn’t need alteration,” the woman mused, leading Angelle toward a rack of dresses.

An hour later, Angelle had a peach colored cocktail dress that reached to just above her knees. The dress was backless, so she could not wear a bra with it. The buttocks and hips were hugged snugly in the skirt of the dress, so she would not be able to wear panties.

She had four pair of stockings and a new pair of pumps with a four inch sole and seven inch heel. Angelle nodded her thanks to the saleswoman as the woman pointed out the need of a clutch to match the new shoes.

Andy did not let Angelle see the charge slip when he signed it. He did not allow her to carry the packages to the Porsche.

“All right, I’ll pick you up; wedding’s at five, reception’s at five thirty, mm, tell your mom and dad I should get you home at about eleven, all right?” Andy said as he drove toward the Redding home.

“Oh shit!” Angelle cried out, again realizing just how scantily clad she was. My clothes are at Trisha’s! I can’t go home dressed like this.”

There was no answer at Trisha’s house. Angelle then reminded Andy that her Saturn was parked at his dealership. Within moments, Andy pulled up next to Angelle’s Saturn.

“God, my Mom’s going kill me she sees me like this,” Angell moaned as Andy transferred the Brichelle’s Boutique clothes from Porsche to the trunk of the compact Saturn.

“Mm, let’s see,” Andy said. “Wait here.”

Angelle closed the trunk of the car and watched as Andy marched through his sales room. The older salesman pointed to the street and Andy nodded in approval. There was no sign of the younger salesman; Angelle assumed that Glen had told Andy that Brian was out on a drive with a potential customer.

“And, here you go,” Andy said, handing Angelle a tee shirt.

“Oh cool!” Angelle said, noticing that it was a Superior Motors tee shirt. The front had the logo of Superior Motors and the back had the logos of all the automobile makers that they carried.

“Okay now? I need to get to the rehearsal dinner,” Andy smiled.

“Come here,” Angelle demanded, shrugging into the tee shirt.

“What? I told you, I need…” Andy said.

“Thank you,” Angelle murmured and pulled him down by his tie.

She pressed her moist lips to his. Then, still holding onto his tie with her left hand, she wound her right arm around his neck. Her tongue pushed against his lips and he opened his mouth.

“Thank you. See you tomorrow,” she murmured, releasing his tie.

“Yeah,” a flustered Andy agreed.

“Oh, and this shirt? Mine now,” Angelle smiled as she got into her Saturn.

“Yes it is,” Andy agreed and she flashed him a brilliant smile.

Arriving home, Angelle did model the tee shirt for her mother. Mother and daughter conversed in Korean as Angelle told her mother that she’d decided, on a whim to go to see her ‘Uncle Andy.’

“He’s not your uncle,” Angelle’s mother frowned. “Remember? Aunt Linda? She divorced him when she found out he would not be big money football star.”

“You know, one day? I’m going to learn Korean. But I won’t tell y’all,” Angelle’s father threatened.

“And one day? We learn English and not tell you,” Angelle and her mother replied, then laughed.

Angelle’s mother stated, firmly, spring break or not, Angelle had school work. She had studying. Friday night or not, she should go to her room and study.

“Yes ma’am,” Angelle agreed.

Inside of her room, Calculus textbook open, Angelle replayed the feeling of Andy’s firm body pressed against hers. She relived the feeling of his soft hair as her right arm had encircled his neck. She replayed the feeling of his lips against hers, then his tongue against hers.

“He’s the one,” Angelle said, grinding the heel of her hand against her crotch.

Technically, Angelle was a virgin. She’d performed blow jobs on the few dates she’d had. She’d allowed more than one boy to finger her pussy to orgasm. She and Trisha had even fingered, then licked each other to orgasm. But no cock had ever entered her pussy.

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I.

We had been driving down the interstate for hours, with nothing but gray roads occupying my vision, and the sound of the radio blaring through the speakers of my dad’s pick up truck keeping me awake. He seemed happier now that we were heading home, singing along to an old Beatles song with all the grace of fingers on a chalk board. I was tempted to ask him to stop, but it was the most transparent I’d seen him in years (to the point where it was a little disturbing actually), and I didn’t want to put a damper on what had been a surprisingly pleasant trip.

A couple weeks had passed since my father and I had had our mini-breakthrough, and things between us had only gotten better. That very same night when I returned from work, he pulled two beers from the fridge and handed me one, and for the first time in our lives we just sat down and talked. In a way it was the most surreal moment of the summer. It was like that single hug I gave him broke through every barrier between us, and before we knew it we were a few beers in and pouring our hearts outs. Naturally we talked at length about my future and school, and I finally admitted to him that I was afraid. But instead of casting those fears aside like I always assumed he would, he assured me with a hearty laugh and a clap on the shoulder with his aged leathery hand.

“You’ll be just fine,” he said, his words slightly slurred with warmth, filling me with a sense of comfort I just then realized I had been craving from him for so long. “You’re a smart kid. Always have been.”

That’s when he proposed the idea that we take a trip down to East Shores University, to see my upcoming home away from home for ourselves. I agreed, though with some reluctance, and he promised he’d make the call to set up an appointment for a tour the next day.

A few more beers in and all talk veered from my future to his past. My dad was more than happy to regale me with the crazy antics of his own youth, many of which I hadn’t heard before, stories of pranks gone wrong and high school brawls, all of which caused me to look at him in a new and brighter light. We really were quite different from each other, I realized then, even more than I had thought, but that night we were closer than ever.

“I miss mom,” I said when it seemed like all conversation had been exhausted. It had been so long since I thought about her. Sometimes it felt like she’d never existed, and this suddenly disturbed me.

“Me too son.” My dad held his head down, trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes. “Me too.”

It turned out a tour of the campus was exactly what both of us needed. My dad finally had a reason to leave the house, and I was forced to come face to face with the future I had wanted to run away from. It did a lot to quell both our anxieties, and I was grateful he had made the suggestion. It helped to see everything in person, to know what to expect when I made the move in just a few short weeks. The guide, a peppy pink-haired senior girl named Janelle who wore her ESU jacket with pride, graciously showed us around and answered all the questions we had. She certainly knew how to talk up the school; by the end I was actually kind of excited to become a part of what she emphasized was the “ESU family.”

“It’s a nice campus,” my dad said as we walked back to the car. The tour had left us thrilled, but tired and ready to go home. “Very spacious.”

“Yeah, I like it. Big, but not too big. Not sure about the dorms though.”

“That’s part of college life Jacob. You’re going to have to get used to sharing.”

“I guess,” I conceded.

It was the one blight on what I thought was a genuinely beautiful campus. The residence hall was no different, at least on the outside, with its freshly painted walls and well kept shrubbery framing its sides, but inside revealed what amounted to a multi-story sardine can, full of long halls and tiny rooms for two. Janelle must have sensed my reservations, because she jumped at the opportunity to sell it to me as best she could. But I still had my reservations.

“You probably won’t be spending too much time in your dorm anyway,” my dad continued. “Plus, you’ve got the coast right down the way, most of the kids will be hanging around there I’m sure. Lots of girls too.”

“Stop dad.”

“What? I’m just saying, you meet a pretty girl, you take her for a midnight stroll down the beach—”

“I get the idea.”

My dad’s sudden interest in my personal life was something I was still getting used to. A couple beers into our talk I had mentioned Miss Amber, though thankfully I was at least sober enough to leave out the details. All he knew was that I was seeing someone, and that’s why I was gone so often. I could tell he was relieved to hear this. He’d never said as much, but it was always obvious to me that he was worried about my lack of a social life, particularly with regards to women, so to hear that I was out there “chasing skirts” as he liked to call it must have been a relief.

“I’m not İstanbul Escort chasing skirts dad,” I’d said. It was one of those times where the generational divide was most stark, where his boomer era crassness rubbed me the wrong way. “That’s not who I am.”

“We’ll see,” he said.

As much as I didn’t appreciate the implication, the seed had been planted, and there was no denying that there would indeed be many sexual opportunities in the coming future. For the first time I would be on my own, discovering who I was, surrounded by girls my age who would be doing the same. And he was right, the nearby beach was an unforeseen advantage in that regard, one which the school was more than happy to remind you of. plastering their website and pamphlets with photos of happy young people frolicking around campfires, the gorgeous waves of Lack Michigan splashing behind them against a setting sun. It was all part of an expert marketing strategy to entice potential future students with the promise of unexpected romance and good times alongside lectures and tests.

The university sat in the center of East Shores, a small but lively Midwestern beach town that, again, according to the website, “prided itself on offering a variety of day and night life activities for students of all backgrounds to enjoy.” Janelle had of course made sure to mention this, all the while smiling and crinkling her nose a bit in such a way that I couldn’t help but find charming. I like your pink hair, I wanted to tell her, but I wasn’t about to start flirting in front of my dad.

“Almost home,” he announced, stirring my attention away from my thoughts and back to the outside world passing us by at a smooth but frustrating slow forty-five miles an hour. The monotony of the interstate had been replaced by the bright bustling lights of city life, of retail stores, restaurants, and modestly sized buildings, all vying for your attention. Knowing we were so close, I could feel the energy in my veins bubble and boil, a combination of excitement and anxiety that compelled me to pull my phone from my pocket and read Miss Amber’s message again.

It’s time. Come over tonight. I promise you won’t regret it 😉

My palms grew slightly sweaty as I remembered the relief I’d felt waking up to that text that morning. Ever since the night of intense pleasure and pain I’d experienced with Miss Amber, the dynamic between us had shifted yet again, just as I had suspected it would, only this time I couldn’t say for the better.

It had started out innocent enough, when she dismissed me from assisting her at the children’s desk. Summer Reading had ended, so I thought nothing of it; it’s not like I hadn’t expected I’d have to go back to my usual duties at some point. But it was the way in which she cast me off that left me slightly disoriented. She was uncharacteristically cold, her words short and to the point, body angled slightly away from me, unwilling or unable to look me directly in the eye.

“Maybe we should do a little celebrating tonight,” I’d said, trying to mask my desperation. “It’s not often we break records.”

Getting kids to sign up for Summer Reading had always been an uphill battle, but that year we had done really well, better than expected, and I had no doubt it was due to Miss Amber. I saw it first hand, over and over again, the way she used her charisma and beauty to draw parents and their children into her web of positivity, a youthful energetic approach that had been missing from the library for so long. Fathers were particularly sensitive to her signals, and she wasn’t above adding the slightest bit of flirtatious edge to her interactions with them to seal the deal, so subtle even the mothers standing by their sides couldn’t detect it. But to me it couldn’t have been more obvious, and I always watched with heightened interest, studying her, admiring the way she so effortlessly made everyone she talked to seem like the most important person in the world. That was worth celebrating, and I had hoped she felt the same.

“About that Jake.” Miss Amber turned in her seat and finally met her gaze with mine, her face blank and serious. “I think we ought to take a break for a while. A little bit of distance could do us both some good.”

That was the last thing I wanted to hear. Suddenly my heart felt like it was being covered in thick black tar, making it harder to breath.

“Are you sure?” I pulled in close and rested my right hand on her left knee. “This isn’t about the other night is it?”

The moment in the shower replayed in my mind, the two of us naked and sore, Miss Amber holding on to me like a buoy in a storm that had left her stranded out at sea, leaving us both alone together with no sense of direction. It was the most intimate we had been with each other; she was so raw and unfiltered and vulnerable, so unlike the woman who had teased and taunted me to her will at the beginning of summer.

Was she ashamed? I thought. Ashamed I had seen her that İstanbul Escort bayan way? I initially dismissed the idea. The Miss Amber I knew didn’t feel shame. But then again, as that night had revealed, how much did I really know her? How much of this person I had stupidly fallen in love with was real, and not an artificial construct, expertly crafted on her part to fulfill my fantasies? That’s when I started staring down into the black hole of doubt, questioning everything that had ever happened between us. Was it any of it real? How could I be sure? The truth was I couldn’t, and that terrified me.

“Of course not,” Miss Amber said matter-of-factly, pressing both of her cool, clammy hands on top of mine. “I just think we need to start getting used to each other’s absence. You’ll be leaving soon, and it’s better to deal with it now before you go off to school.”

“All the more reason we should make the most of the time we have left.” I placed my left hand on top of both of hers, completing the trembling tower of flesh sitting atop her knee. “Please Miss Amber…”

“Hey, don’t you start begging now, you’re better than that.” Her tone was sympathetic and stern as she pulled her hands out from under mine and traced her fingers across my cheek. “Don’t worry, this isn’t goodbye. Not yet. I promise.”

Solace swept across my body like a charm, her magic touch anesthetizing me to the pain of our new circumstances. As long as I had that promise, I was determined to meet her last challenge head on.

“Tell me what I need to do.”

“Nothing,” she said. “Just wait. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

I wish I could say that I handled this period of abstinence with grace, but truth be told I was a complete mess. Being away from Miss Amber only made me think about her more. I was like a drug addict suffering from withdrawals, my brain on fire, playing back memories and experiences in a desperate attempt to feel anything even remotely close to that high I felt when I was with her. I did what I could to fill the days with distractions, mostly by getting everything in order for school, which included a lot of shopping for supplies with my dad, too much for my taste, but I was willing to do anything to get my mind off of her, even if it meant braving the mid-August heat. It was the most miserable two weeks of the summer, but I powered through on the hope that it would end. This is the final test, I reassured myself, over and over each and every day. The final trial I need to pass before ascension.

It was always hardest at work, for obvious reasons. Knowing Miss Amber was there, in the library with me, just a few quick steps away, was a form of mental torture I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Of course I missed the sex, the thrill of our carnal conquests, tempting fate every day on that secret hope that we would get caught, and our unique form of chaos would be revealed to the world. But it was so much more than that. I missed being around her, talking to her, touching her, breathing in the same air. I missed Miss Amber, in all her totality. Initially I stood back and watched her from afar, but I soon realized this was only making me feel worse, reminding me of how pathetic I used to be, so I forced myself to stay away and only ventured into the children’s department when I absolutely needed to, and even then I made the conscious decision to evade her as often as possible.

There were a few inevitable moments where our paths crossed, where the demands of our jobs forced us to interact with each other on the barest of frequencies, and it was always intimately uncomfortable in a strangely reassuring way. We could both feel it, a tension that filled the air between us with the knowledge that both of us were denying ourselves that familiar impulse that had initially brought us together. That’s when I knew there was nothing fake about our relationship, as otherworldly as it was, and finally I understood with even greater clarity why she had foisted this emotional and mental torment upon me.

This revelation proved just the morale boost I needed, and very quickly the sense of emptiness and longing that had lingered inside started to fade, growing less intense with each passing day. I still missed being with Miss Amber, deeply and profoundly, but I accepted those feelings, and even began to love them, because their existence was the very proof I needed to know that that summer, with all its crazy twists and turns and unforgettable moments, was real and had been worth it. In a way, the pain of her absence made those precious moments we had together that much more invaluable.

It was then I decided to make the most of the time I had left, starting with the one loose end that needed tying up: Rachel. I felt terrible for having left her hanging in the parking lot, and I wanted to apologize before heading off to college. I of course hoped that she would forgive me and give me another chance, or at the very least agree to be friends, but I was prepared for and willing Escort İstanbul to accept her rejection without protest. I owed her that. And so I spent much of my days at the gym looking for her, searching between sets, waiting to spot her shiny brown bunned up hair out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I’d even sit outside in the parking lot, on the look out for her bright yellow Ford Fiesta.

It took a while, longer than expected, but just as I was starting to lose hope, our paths collided one late afternoon when I noticed her doing stretches over in the corner by the dumbbells. I took a moment to gather my courage, my heart beating a mile a minute as I approached, and when she noticed she looked up at me and frowned before turning away. Not a good sign, I thought. That’s okay. Just say what needs to be said.

“Hey Rachel.”

“Hey.” Her response was flat, giving me only a courtesy acknowledgment as she continued stretching her hamstrings. She was wearing that same combination of blue tank top and gray sweatpants from the day we first met, a painful reminder of where things had left off.

“How’ve you been?”

“I’m fine.”

“That’s good.”

I just stood there awkwardly, watching her, searching for the olive branch I had constructed in my head, but the words were sticking to the roof of my dry mouth. Mercifully she finally she stood up from her mat, meeting me head on.

“Do you want something?” she asked, looking visibly irritated. “I don’t like being interrupted.”

“Yeah, I wanted to talk about what happened.”

“You mean how you ditched me?”

I winced hearing her say it out loud, leaving me even more frozen than I always was, which she must have sensed because she wasted no time taking control of the conversation.

“You really hurt my feelings Jacob. I don’t open myself up to very many guys. Or people for that matter. I thought you might be different. I guess I was wrong.”

“That’s not fair,” I said, sounding more defensive than I intended. “I thought someone needed my help, and I panicked. I’m sorry.”

“All you had to do was tell me. I would’ve understood.”

“I’m not so sure…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rachel’s gaze was hard, her blue eyes slightly watery with the fear that what I said next would justify her disappointment.

“It was another woman.”

She flinched and looked down to her feet, unwilling to give me the satisfaction of the hurt I’d made her feel. “So what, are you some kind of player?”

Her accusation was so absurd I almost laughed. “What? No, I’ve been seeing her for a while now, way before we met. And it’s not serious.”

“Sure seemed serious.”

“It’s complicated, believe me.”

She looked curious, but unsatisfied with my answer. “So what did that make me?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “We’d only just met. And let’s not forget, you’re the one who made the first move. What was I supposed to do, say no to a pretty girl who asks me out for coffee? That’s never happened.”

I smiled, opening myself in a deliberate attempt at opening her, and sure enough Rachel’s cheeks flushed slightly red, revealing that innocence I found so appealing.

“But the honest to god truth,” I continued, “is that I had a wonderful time getting to know you and I wanted to see you again. Still do.”

I took a few tentative steps toward her, just enough to gauge her reaction, and she stood her ground, looking at me in silence, giving me the chance to finally say what needed to be said.

“Look, this isn’t the way I wanted things to go. You can hate me, that’s fine. I don’t blame you. But I’m new to all this. Girls. Dating. Relationships. All of it. And I fucked up.”

I reached out and gently took her hand in mine, holding the ends of her fingertips, waiting for her to recoil and pull away. But she didn’t.

“I’m sorry for letting you down.”

I held Rachel’s hand for a few seconds, anticipating some sort of response, anything, but she said nothing.

“Anyway, that’s what I came here to say. I needed you to know before I left. I’ll let you get back to your workout.”

I let go of her hand and began to walk away.

“Jacob,” I heard her cry out from behind, and I turned to meet her, our eyes locking.

“Thanks,” she said. “For apologizing. I appreciate it.”

Rachel smiled, and I smiled back, a wordless combination of forgiveness and acceptance that felt freeing, like peeling a bandage off a freshly healed wound. I walked away satisfied, proud even, for taking responsibility and bringing closure to a small corner of my life, even if it hadn’t ended in the way I would’ve preferred. It felt like another life lesson from Miss Amber, one she wasn’t there for but was no less designed. I imagined her watching from afar, like a guardian angel, admiring her creation.

“You’ve been looking at your phone a lot,” my dad said, dragging me back to the present yet again. The outside world had evolved into the quaint, strangely comforting solitude of suburbia. The sun was just starting to set, and the sidewalks were dotted with kids and families, joggers and dog walkers, all returning home from whatever jaunts they used to fill their long summer days with. “You got a date with your lady friend?”

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Author’s Note: Heyo! Some of you eagle-eyed smut connoisseurs may recognize this short story as taking place in an existing sci-fi universe of mine, so you can enjoy some callbacks to those characters and plot! If it’s all new to you, however, none of that matters! Zero familiarity with this universe is needed to enjoy this story for what it is: a vehicle for gratuitous sex! 😉

So Much Trouble consists of three chapters and is already complete. The next chapter should be following this in a few days. 🙂

Chapter 1 here does not have sex in it yet and is a bit shorter than the others; it’s just the setup. That being said, all characters in all chapters are over 18.

Thank you to AwkwardMD and Etaski for the last minute proofread and helping me choose a title. You two are the best!

I had fun writing this—I hope you have fun reading it!

~Eris/D&T

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There were only three left once the last of the Ministers filed out of the Archregent’s reception hall, way up in the bird and cloud levels of Zenith Tower.

Admiral Iqarius was one of them; Archregent Strati was another. The head of the Imbrian government had asked him to stay behind, a request he could only assume would lead to instructions she didn’t want the Ministry to hear.

The third was Strati’s daughter, Gallea, a shiny new and constant presence at state functions over the last few months. Gossip among the powerful whispered the Archregent was grooming her daughter to be her eventual replacement. The admiral had been a green cadet, probably the same age as the Archregent’s daughter was now, when Strati had first shown off her baby to a cheering public.

She smiled at him. He returned it, polite, with a small nod.

A long shadow from the tower’s southwest side cut an angled line across the hall’s polished whitestone floor. Glare from a sun heading toward the horizon blinded on the other side of the shadow, the uncovered glass wall opening the space to blue sky and other tower tops, dozens of stories above the causeways of Cirrivus below.

“Argent,” said Strati, addressing him by his first name now that the others had gone, “I need you …” She put a hand over the lower half of her face, thumb and finger pressing against sharp cheekbones, covering her mouth below ice-blue eyes while she gathered thoughts. Her elbow rested on her opposite wrist where it crossed the front of her pale grey robes.

He stood and waited. The third corner of their triangle, Gallea, watched her mother with a fine line between her brows.

“I need you to have a battalion ready,” the Archregent said at last. Her words echoed in the wide, empty hall.

Argent blinked. He opened his mouth, but Strati was there to intercept.

“I’m well aware of the Haaveti negotiation rules,” she said. “And I have no intention of breaking the Truce. But should we not be prepared …” The woman made a wide gesture with the palm that had covered her face. The tight roll of white blonde hair at the back of her skull made her features look even more severe.

He gripped one wrist in the other behind his back. “You think the Rhyolusians are insane enough to break the Truce?”

Gallea’s lips had parted, and she looked from him to the Archregent. None of this had come up in discussion with the Ministers, and Strati’s daughter, it seemed, hadn’t the experience to expect such an open address to the matter of treachery.

“I wouldn’t have thought so,” said Strati, “but we’ve never had prisoners escape before, have we? And the one all-fired recessive we’ve seen in thirty years among them!”

Even the admiral drew his chin in at the cool-headed woman’s unusual vehemence.

“We’ve been murdering each other for hundreds of years,” she continued in her new, blunt vein, “and now they will have intel. Now they will İstanbul Escort know we have a live presahria among us, if they even remember what that is. There’s no predicting what they will do, even under Haavet’s Truce.”

Argent frowned. How could Minister Wehr have let that woman escape? And the minister’s own bodyguard a traitor right under his nose? But then the Minister himself had pulled a stunt the likes of which made the admiral shiver to remember. Half a fleet stuck still in the sky, all under the power of one man. One presahria.

Wehr had let the woman go. Their prisoner. The enemy. What secrets she’d uncovered and spilled to her superiors, none of them knew, but it had been enough to spur these negotiations. The Rhyolusians would know about Wehr now, Imbria’s Scion and secret weapon, and Imbria couldn’t afford for the balance to tip the other way.

“And you’ll have me do what?” he asked the Archregent, sans formal address where the years had made them familiar. “I can’t bring armed vessels into Haaveti space. It won’t just end the negotiation—the Arbitrators will revoke all future access for Imbria. We’ll never have negotiation opportunities again, at least not on Haavet.” And there was nowhere else but Haavet, but the Archregent already knew that.

“I would have you position at least one battalion just outside of K-jump range,” Strati said.

“Mother!”

Argent’s eyes snapped to Gallea. Sunlight haloed the edges of her hair in gold and passed sideways through her eyes to make them shine an even brighter blue than her mother’s. The outburst was not like the young woman who maintained a quiet presence at every meeting of late. Strati cut her daughter a look, and Gallea closed her mouth, packing away her shock.

The admiral shared Gallea’s surprise, but he kept it off his face. He’d only held his current rank these last three months, ever since his predecessor, DiVerio, had been found lying broken in a stairwell of the CODef building, the metal spokes of a salt rose jammed in his temple. His murder had to have come at the hands of the escaping prisoners—to consider any other possibility was to invite chaos into their entire system.

As though anyone will miss DiVerio, the twisted prick.

“I can give the order,” he said, rubbing his chin with thumb and fingers. “Do you want Wehr informed?” None of them could know the motivations of the Records Minister, not after his aid in the escape, no matter how sound his reasoning had later been in front of his peers.

Strati squinted and cocked her head the slightest angle.

“No.”

Argent’s brows rose. But then he gave her a nod. He was both surprised and not. After silence spread out in the hall, he cleared his throat. “Anything else?”

The Archregent inhaled and exhaled a deep breath. “I don’t think so, Admiral.”

Ah, the rank was back. He knew a dismissal when he heard it, but this was well, as he now had additional orders to hand down. “Shall I travel with the main delegation?”

“I think it best,” she said. “It will look odd if you aren’t there. It’s my understanding the Rhyolusian fleet admiral will be there, along with the Zahr and his Phylarchs.”

“Very well. I’ll keep this quiet.”

“Appreciated, Admiral.” Her tight nod gave him leave to turn and head for the door to the elevator lobby.

“Argent! Wait!”

His name in the empty hall was a jolt to his spine. All shock and immediate focus like a blast from a cryogun. Argent turned to find Gallea with stricken features, her weight forward on one foot, as though she went after him. The Archregent stared at her daughter like the young woman was some exotic animal she’d never seen.

Strati’s daughter had never addressed him by his name. He was Admiral Iqarius. Or Commander, before recent events.

“He … İstanbul Escort bayan he can’t leave!” said Gallea, eyes darting.

Argent turned his head slowly to Strati and let his eyes follow second. The Archregent knotted a confused brow at her daughter. “The admiral has responsibilities, Gallea. What is this?”

“This is …” Blue eyes searched as though forces pulled the girl in two directions. “This … I want him!” The plea turned in his direction, and his hands dropped to his sides as though he would defend himself. “Argent, I want you!”

His jaw went slack, but he didn’t know what words were, in the moment.

“Daughter, what?”

“You can’t let him leave!” Gallea’s eyes shone wet, and the fullness of her lower lip trembled. “What if something happens on Haavet? What if he never comes back, and I never get a chance t—” Fine fingers flew up to cover her mouth, but she’d blurted enough.

“This is inappropriate, Gallea.” Strati’s spine straightened. “Admiral Iqarius has to be on the same transport tomorrow morning as the rest of the delegation. You can’t force yourself in as a distraction on a whim.” The woman’s lips were thin and tight.

Still, he couldn’t make any speech come out. Gallea … wanted him? As in …

“Argent, please.” Gallea took a step in his direction. “Send one of the commanders. Send Commander Wehr, he’ll want to go with his brother.”

“Gallea.” The Archregent wore as stern a face as he’d ever seen. “We can’t disrupt an entire fleet operation for … for whatever this is.” The woman tossed a gesture between him and her daughter. Argent wanted to back out of the room.

I’ve known her since she was a child. This is insane.

“This is …” Gallea shot a desperate look in his direction. “This is my Wish.” She lifted her chin, fists curling just below her hips. Defiant eyes were on her mother.

Argent felt as if all the air had left the hall. A pair of gulls wheeled past outside, their bodies turning sideways to show the white feathers under their wings.

Strati’s shoulders fell as though someone had dropped a full bag of hapcrete on her. “Gallea, no.” She shook her head in slow disbelief.

“I reached majority last year.” Gallea’s stance drew up, and Argent tried to avoid seeing the way some of her curves shifted under dark blue fabric.

What. In the deep blue sea. Is happening here.

“You can’t simply call for your Wish at any time,” Strati said. “Have I been no better example of responsibility for you?”

“You will deny me then?” The younger woman’s voice rose, both in pitch and volume, as though there were a crowd she wanted to hear. The only crowd was the three of them, and it had begun to suffocate enough. “My Wish? You will outright tell me ‘no’?”

The Archregent’s narrow face crumpled to an expression of pleading he’d never seen. To deny the Wish was unheard of. When an Imbrian came of age, they got their Wish. It was a symbol of the Unity—the needs of one were the needs of all, and the Unity would provide. It could not have material value, it could not harm anyone, but outside of the grossest punishment, no family would refuse.

For the head of government to do as much to her own daughter? The scandal would cost enough time and effort to derail their careful planning for months. They already prepared to negotiate with Rhyolus when two thirds of the planet favored the war—how many more strikes to her popularity could Strati’s regency take?

“Gallea.” He tried to step in. To recover for the stunned Archregent. “This isn’t what you want. What you’re asking is—”

“I know what I want, Argent.” In three strides, she stood in front of him, and the admiral swallowed. He had to admit she was no longer a girl. No longer simply Strati’s daughter, but a young woman with flashing Escort İstanbul eyes and a subtle scent and soft limbs he could—

No! What is wrong with you?

“I want you to stay.” Gallea addressed him, as though he had the authority.

Argue. Argue, for fuck’s sake! You’re just standing here like …

Like what? Like he was only waiting for permission? She was half his age; Strati would have him executed.

Is that all that’s stopping you?

“The admiral is not staying,” said Strati. “The transport leaves in the morning, and he will be on it. The man is not a pet, for you to demand, even as your Wish. His role is indispensable in this.”

Gallea did not look at her mother, but instead only up at him. Were those tears about to spill? How long had this been coming to a boil? And right under his nose, no less.

“Then … then just for tonight,” said Gallea, eyes locked with his. “I want him to … Argent, I want you to be my first.”

His eyebrows tried to climb off his face. Argent shook his head, slow, and his mouth fell open to say something. Anything.

“Please,” she said, and grabbed up his slack hand. “This is my Wish. I know you want this. I’ve seen you look at me.”

The admiral spluttered and threw a glance of denial at Strati. Any man would look. Gallea was young and taut and dewy, and the Unity fucking take him, how could he be so blind? He’d sponsored her internship at CODef for two months, before his promotion, and she’d been right at his elbow at least a third of the time. The Archregent’s daughter had been a bright student, asking questions, showing plenty of interes—

Oh.

Her fingers were very warm where they curled around into his palm. Her eyes were very big, as though they waited for him to pour something into them.

“Gallea.” The note of carefully balanced reasoning was clear in Strati’s voice. “You know I would never deny your Wish. I know you’ve been saving it. But Argent is—the admiral is not a servant for me to command him to … to… He has to agree to this, for Unity’s sake!” The Archregent shot him a look. Help me, here! You can’t agree!

“Argent, please.” Gallea brought her other hand to catch his, as well. “Just for tonight. Before you leave.”

Did she go out of her way to make her breasts rise and fall with her breath? Unity!

“This is wrong,” he said, though who he was trying to convince he couldn’t say. “You’re too young, Gallea, you ca—”

“I’m old enough to sign my name on the Defense Ministry roster and go die in the war like my father.” Her cheeks went red and her back stiffened, but she didn’t let go his hand. “I’m old enough to know what I want. I am old enough to do this.” Something softened in her grip, but only there. Not her posture. Not her bold stare. “Will you be the one denying my Wish?”

The last time he’d had to keep such an inappropriate gut reaction off his face was when he’d learned DiVerio was dead. The pitiless grin he’d smothered then had sprung up as fast as a flood of male urges was doing now.

He and Strati exchanged helpless looks.

“I … I don’t want to deny you, Gallea, but …” And Argent didn’t want to deny her. That was the filth beneath the veneer he showed to Strati.

“Good.” She pulled on his wrist. “This is my Wish. This is my Wish, Mother.” The Archregent’s daughter was tugging him backward, even as she raised her voice to make her choice loud and clear.

His steps were less reluctant than he could be proud of as the young woman made to drag him toward the elevator lobby. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix this, his eyes promised a crestfallen Strati, while he doubted he would make himself do any such thing.

“Gallea, be …” The Archregent sounded like she was going to choke. “Be careful.”

“I’m careful,” said Gallea, but not loud enough for her mother to have heard more than a mutter. Blue eyes kept fast to his, and she pulled him past the doors. Into an elevator, where he stared, mute like something hard had struck the back of his head.

“Secure level three,” she said, and the car closed and lifted at her command.

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The characters in this story are over 18. The story is told from both Steve’s (*) and Lucy’s (**) own point of view intertwined.

For my American readers: English boys wear shorts (short trousers) over pants (underpants). I don’t want things lost in translation especially as I quite like removing a boy’s shorts and then pants. Enjoy the story! Love Jane xox.

*

Her name way Lucy and I liked her from the beginning.

**

His name was Steve and I liked him from the first time I met him.

*

My dad had just divorced my mum and Lucy was the daughter of his new girlfriend, Rebecca. I think they met at the tennis club. To my teenage mind, even for an older woman, I thought Rebecca was quite attractive and could see why dad liked her. She was a brunette, much younger than him, with dark brown eyes and a curvy figure. Long legs too!

**

My dad had been in the army and was killed in Afghanistan two years earlier, he and mum had been childhood sweethearts, she was only 14 when I was born and they had married as soon as possible at 16, so she was still really quite young. She thought having a child so young ruined her life in many ways and I think that is why she is always very protective of me and boys. She didn’t want me to be a teenage mom too and make the same mistake. Mum had met Steve’s dad, Bobbie, playing tennis and they soon became really good friends. He was a bit older than her, but I didn’t mind, I never really know my own father as he was nearly always away, and I thought Bobbie would make a nice father figure.

*

To begin with Rebecca would come over to the house by herself for the evening and always go home to Lucy at night. I used to spend my evenings in my room with my computer, so let them get on with things. The floorboards outside dad’s bedroom were a bit of a giveaway!

**

To begin with mum would go out and visit Bobbie, but always came home and she never let me stay the night alone (nor have friends stay – boring!). Even though I was growing up fast, she preferred to know I was safe. I used to wonder if she and Bobbie made love, or just kissed and cuddled a bit. I started to think about sex a lot in those days and wondered what it might be like to have a boy inside me. I started playing with myself and fantasying about some of the boys at Sixth Form College.

*

Eventually, one night, Rebecca came over with Lucy and my world was turned upside down. Lucy was lovely. She was slim and beautiful and I thought her very sophisticated. All I wanted to do was to get to know her better, but being full of adolescent hormones, conflicts and doubts, I was too shy to ask her out or anything and mumbled my words. I was hugely embarrassed because every time I looked at her I could feel myself stiffening and she kept looking at my groin – which made matters worse! Maybe I could encourage dad and Rebecca to get to know each other better and then I could see more of Lucy.

**

I had met Bobbie a few times, but never visited his house, then one night mum let me go with her. He had a son my age, Steve. He was nice enough, but I thought he wanted to swallow me with his eyes. He kept looking at me and then turning away if our eyes met. He was sort of cute with a puppy dog look and I smiled at him to be friendly. I guess he liked me – unless that was a gun in his pocket! I was wearing a padded bra, so he probably didn’t realise I was so flat chested! I didn’t really need a bra at all at the time. Anyway, Steve had a nice smile and very kissable lips, mmmm!

*

A little time after we spent that evening together, Dad said that he and Rebecca were thinking about getting married and asked me if I would like to go on holiday with them both and Lucy, so we could get to know each other better.

“Wow!” I thought, “Maybe I could see Lucy in a bikini!”

**

Mum asked me if I would like to go for a holiday with Bobbie and Steve. She said she had been thinking about marrying again and asked me if I was OK with that. She said no decision had been made, but the holiday would help to make up her mind.

*

Dad and Rebecca had agreed that a camping holiday would be best and that we would go the South of France. He would share a tent with me and Rebecca and Lucy would share one. So at the start of the summer holiday off we went in the car loaded to the gunnels with tents and bikes. I did think it would be more fun if we could swap the tent sharing around, but a teenage boy can only dream, the parent is in charge!

**

Mum and Bobbie had agreed on a camping holiday in France – painful! I wanted a nice comfy hotel and swimming pool please! Also I would have to share the tent with mum, not fun. Still at least Steve would be there for to help liven up things. When it came to it actually I enjoyed the trip through France, although it was too hot. So hot İstanbul Escort that I changed into a linen blouse and took off my bra. I do not like sweaty breasts and if Steve didn’t like me as nature intended then so be it. I shared the back of the car with him and we started to discover a bit more about each other. We both liked classical music and Steve played the oboe whilst I was learning the flute. We also discovered we liked cycling over to the local downs and looking at the ancient remains of the Iron Age and Stone Age people of long ago. He was going to study archaeology when he went to Uni, I was going to do environmental studies. The biggest surprise was that we shared the same birthday.

“Hey!” I called to mum and Bobbie, “Did you know we are twins?”

They laughed because they hadn’t realised.

*

Lucy and I shared the back of the car. Amazing, we had so much to talk about, music, history, cycling, and wild flowers – seemed we had so much in common and, guess what, we even shared the same birthday. It was after that we started to be called “The twins” by our parents. However, the biggest problem was I couldn’t be near her and not get a hard-on – if you are a boy, you probably know what it’s like, so hard for so long it starts to hurt!

**

Once or twice as we sat there Steve brushed my hand with his fingertips. It gave me a sort of tingly feeling and the next time he did it I grabbed his hand and held it. But it was too hot in the car and I had to let go after a minute – besides I didn’t want mum to see. Still I gave him a really cute smile and fluttered my sexy long eyelashes at him – trying to make up with my sexy charm for the fact I was nearly tit-less. I leant forward a bit and I think he could see down my blouse. How do you make your tits grow? A girl can really suffer!

*

I found I couldn’t resist touching her and twice I brushed her hand with my fingers. Then she grabbed my hand and held it gently for a minute. Then she looked at me, did something weird with her eyes and my insides turned to jelly. Then she started moving her hand toward my shorts and I felt myself getting really hot. Suddenly Rebecca interrupted us. If Lucy had moved her hand any closer I might have cum in my pants!

**

Then I feeling really naughty and a bit adventurous I made my fingers advance spiderlike across the seat till they got to Steve’s shorts. I was just thinking about whether to test the bulge and see if it was really a gun, when mum turned around to tell us we were about to stop for the night. I pulled back quick – I don’t think she suspected anything!

*

I studied her sylph-like body. Lucy was so slim and fragile, she had dimples in her cheeks when she smiled. Her skin was really pale and almost translucent. She wore no bra and her breasts were small, but the nipples were really prominent and stood out against the white fabric of her blouse, their darker colouring showing through the material. I started fantasizing about how we might make out when we got to the camp site – avoiding the watchful Rebecca somehow.

**

Am I a temptress? Well, not really I was just teasing poor Steve on that first day. He was not too tall and not too short, quite slim with a neat muscles and had a lovely face with blue eyes, a few freckles and dark connecting eyebrows. Luckily, no acne – that curse of teenagers down the ages – but I was lucky too with good pale clear skin. I got my flyaway blonde hair from my dad’s side I think, because mum is much darker coloured. Anyway we got to supper that night and because the evening was cool, we got out some rugs to cover us.

I sat close to Steve on a bench and in the dimming summer evening . . . well, I was tempted again to find out about that gun.

Using the rugs for cover, I managed to get my arm unseen from inside my rug to inside his and my hand went exploring. He had been chatting away to Rebecca and Steve quite happily, but suddenly it seemed the conversation became disjointed and his voice went up an octave. My hand was tracing its way down the barrel and then gently up again. It seemed to be jerking under my touch. Fortunately mum and Bobbie did not seem to notice that the teen brigade had become a little quiet as they were too engrossed with each other to care. I explored my way back up the barrel again pressing more firmly this time (no not a gun 😉 and found the top button of his shorts and undid it. I found the zip, gave it an experimental tug and moved it down an inch or two. I felt something soft and silky to the touch, something that seemed to want to escape and which throbbed hotly under my fingertips.

I suddenly started to feel heat between my legs and my heart started to race. Steve, suddenly got up, pulling the rug firmly around him.

“What about a walk before bed?” he asked is a squeaky voice.

“Great İstanbul Escort bayan idea!” I said, “We could leave these two lovers smooching.”

Mum and Bobbie laughed and told us not to be long.

*

She had beautiful blonde flyaway hair and a soft down covered he arms, which were goose bumped by the cold. If her ears had been pointed I’d have called her an elf! I got out the rugs for all of us as the evening was cool and we sat together on a bench next to a picnic table. Dad and Rebecca sat on the other side as we ate our supper. They had a bottle of the local French wine and were in good spirits. Lucy and I just drank sparkling water.

She was close enough for me to smell her perfume and that was more intoxicating than any alcohol. My erection was back, hiding itself under the rug that covered me. I thought I would soon explode being so close to someone I found so alluring.

Earlier in the day she had been wearing that loose blouse and no bra and the breeze had pressed the material against her hardened nipples. Then with the top buttons being undone, when she had leant forward I glimpsed a flash of her small pert breasts. Now she was sitting very close to me and I was too aware of her presence. Trying to ignore the pulsing of my heart, I chatted calmly to dad and Rebecca about plans for tomorrow.

Lucy sat quietly with a dreamy smile upon her lips. Then I felt an exploring hand work its way from under her rug to under mine. I felt fingers softly probe my hard cock and rub down its length and then up again. Then she undid the button on my shorts and I felt my zip loosened and the pressure of my erection released as it found some freedom in the gap she had opened.

My conversation was faltering – what would Rebecca think if she knew where Lucy’s hand was. I became hotter and my voice squeaked. I felt Lucy’s fingers stroke the head of my cock and I knew I had to move or cum where I sat. A walk – yes a walk! I stood up, the rug hiding my embarrassment and Lucy quickly retrieved her hand. I asked Lucy of she would like a walk before bed.

“Great Idea.” she said.

So wrapped in our rugs, we left our two parents together giggling and cuddling and went off into the twilight.

**

Whoops! Had I gone too far? Would he want to make love with me? I mean actually fuck me? I was just having fun, but I might have pushed the poor boy to distraction and I was not ready for full-on sex. I was still a virgin and the closeness of Steve’s male scent in the darkening evening was making me worried that he might want more than I was prepared to give. We walked together in silence for a bit in amongst the trees that surrounded the camp site. We did not hold hands and then I realised that Steve was as shy of me as I was afraid of him going too far.

Suddenly he stopped and took hold of my arm. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” he said and my insides fluttered.

“I think you’re pretty nice too.” I replied.

He pulled me towards him and gently, experimentally, kissed my lips. I cupped his head in my hands and kissed him back, our lips parting. I gently teased his teeth apart with my tongue and we kissed long and deeply.

*

Thank goodness for the rug! I was able to do up my shorts up before anyone noticed and the beast gradually deflated as I led Lucy into the woods by the camp site. Lucy followed me in silence. My god, that was erotic. Just thinking about her caressing fingers was too exciting and after we were a good distance from the tents I stopped and turned and held her gently on the arm.

“Lucy, I think I’m falling in love with you.” I said.

She looked at me and smiled and said: “I think you’re pretty nice too, Steve.”

I could not resist, I lowered my head towards her and gently kissed her lips. She put her hands around my head to pull me closer and started kissing me deeply, her tongue pushing through my lips and then my teeth as she sucked the breath out of me. I clasped her closely to me, pressing my groin into her.

**

I became aware of his body pressed against mine. The hardness of his chest against my breasts was making my nipples tingle. He move forward against me and I could feel his magnum 45 press against my mound.

“I’m a virgin.” I whispered.

“Me too!” he responded and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me still closer to him.

He put his rug on the ground and gently pulled me down to it and came and lay down beside me. His hands played with my midriff, gently drawing larger and larger circles till his fingers touched my breasts. I gasped and he kissed me again. The circling hand was pulling my shirt up and exposing my stomach to the cool of the air, but I didn’t feel the cold, I was heating from the inside as he started to play with my nipples, gently rubbing them and making them go hard. Escort İstanbul He carefully undid my blouse and then he took one of my nipples in his mouth and I moaned.

*

I could not believe this was happening to me. I thought I would have been lucky to see Lucy in a bikini, but here she was beside me letting me explore her soft silky skin. I put my hand under her blouse and she let me kiss her again. She’d told me she was a virgin and I didn’t want to violate her so I was very nervous as I undid her buttons, exposing her beautiful small tits. Then I could not resist it any longer, I started to suck and play with her pointy nipples, tasting the salt of her skin in my mouth, smelling the perfume of her young body.

**

His hand went south and between my legs, his knuckle pressing against my clit through the cotton of my shorts and I gasped and then I grasped his hand between my thighs, so he couldn’t undo my shorts.

He started to move the hand slowly up and down my slit whilst sucking and licking one nipple and teasing the other with the fingers of his other hand. I could feel myself getting hot between the legs and a dampness in my knickers. My hand reached out to the bulge on his shorts and following the rhythm of Steve’s hand between my legs, started to rub its length. I began to feel that my virginity might not be that important after all and the heat and excitement swirled through me.

*

Was this my lucky night? Hardly daring, I let my hand move down over the mound of her shorts as she moved uncaring beneath me. I let my knuckle press against her clit and she trapped it there with the strong muscles of her thighs, so I started to rub my hand up and down, imagining her slit opening up beneath. I wanted to cum, but I knew I mustn’t fuck her, so I moved myself to lie on top of her and rubbed her clit with my hard cock through our shorts.

**

Then he was on top of me, his throbbing cock still encased in his shorts rubbing up and down between my legs, his tongue playing with my nipples, then sucking, then kissing me. I was imaging Steve inside me, but somehow he managed to resist undoing my shorts.

Then he gasped “I’m going to cum.”

*

It was too much, I could not hold on any longer, but I didn’t want to come in my shorts as dad would surely spot it, so I got up and kneeling I undid them and pulled myself free of my pants. Lucy sat up and unbelievably opened her mouth and took in the head of my cock. I thrust once and I came in a blinding orgasm, the spunk spurting into her virgin mouth. I pulled back and still more spurted forth, this time over her naked tits.

I was embarrassed and apologised, but she smiled and told me she always wanted to know what sperm tasted like. Then she started to rub the cum on her chest into her tits, moaning a little as she did.

She told me she was worried that her tits were too small and wondered if the sperm would act like some sort of fertiliser and help them grow!

I told her I liked them as they were and helped her rub the cum into her nipples as I kissed her deeply. I knew she hadn’t had an orgasm and she looked like she needed one. She lay back and started to moan and my hand moved back to her shorts.

**

He knelt beside me, released his engorged cock from his shorts and surprising myself I took it in my mouth. I’d never done anything like that before – never been that close to a cock before, but it seemed the natural thing to do.

It was big and hot and filled my mouth and suddenly there were fountains of salty sperm spurting down my throat as Steve’s cock pushed in and then he bucked wildly. I swallowed, but could not take it all and as he pulled back more spurted onto my naked breasts. He pulled away from me and I tasted the curious salty fishy gel on my tongue.

“A bit like getting to like caviare”, I thought, “I could get to like the taste of cum in time!”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I could not stop myself.”

“Fine”, I said and laughed, “I always wondered what cum tasted like and it was better than making a mess in your shorts!”

I felt the goo on my chest and started to rub it into my size ‘A’ tits.

“I wonder if it will help make them grow?” I asked.

“I don’t know that I want them to.” Steve sweetly replied and then bent and kissed me deeply, rubbing his sperm like a moisturiser into my breasts and turning me on even more.

“Your turn!” He said, as I started to moan and he moved his hand back between my legs.

However, my turn had to wait as mum was calling, wondering where we were! Drat.

I hastily did up my top and shouted: “Coming!” as we started back for the tents.

Then I realised I probably smelt of sex and mum would notice, so I headed for the shower block to wash my breasts clean before meeting up with the adults.

When I got there a few minutes later, Steve was telling them how we had sat on our rugs under the beautiful stars and talked about music.

Mum gave me one of her looks, but I just smiled innocently and said: “Yes, we were working out if we could play a duet!”

I think we got away with it!

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Author’s Note: The events described herein happened when I was eighteen, and a virgin. Yes, that dirty old man St. Nick turned me into a trick. He made me ride his “north pole” like a cowgirl and he slid down my hot little chimney. But I never did get all the presents he promised me for being naughty and nice. And the necklace was pearl, not diamond. Actually, being seduced by Santa wasn’t all that bad until I found out who he really was and his checks bounced. I really got screwed that year. It was almost like having your birthday on Christmas. I’m just glad I didn’t believe the dude had a vasectomy like he said. As if! I mean, where the hell did all those little elves come from? But this Santa really did come from somewhere cold because his dick sure was stiff. But dammit, I should have went to midnight mass that night and I wouldn’t have ended up being that bearded whoremaster’s Christmas Eve piece of ass. Well, on with the story.

* * *

I always wait until the last minute to finish my Christmas shopping. I’m not sure why but it’s true I do procrastinate about many things. Finally, that Christmas Eve I finished and lugged the shopping bags filled with presents all the way through the mall, heading for the far side where I had come in. I really wanted to sit down for awhile. My feet were killing me. The mall had mostly cleared out and the stores would close soon.

This Santa sat all alone in his chair. He motioned for me to come over.

“You look tired, miss.”

“Oh yeah, shop till you drop. That’s me.”

“Would you like to sit down?” he inquired.

“I sure would.”

“Why don’t you sit on my lap and tell Santa what you want for Christmas?”

“Huh?”

“On my lap, sit on my lap. Santa doesn’t bite, you know.”

“Well . . . uh . . . I don’t know . . . I . . . uh—”

“Didn’t you ever sit on Santa’s lap before?” he interrupted.

“Yeah, but that was years ago.”

I was really tired and he looked and sounded rather harmless. Well, I couldn’t tell for sure in that stupid suit and fake beard.

“Don’t even try to feel me up,” I cautioned.

“Who me? I’m a very religious person. Now come here and sit on my lap, please.” So I did. “I see you’ve bought a whole bunch of presents. For your family and friends, I assume.” I nodded. “Did you buy anything for yourself?” I shook my head, indicating no. “Would you like something for yourself, from Santa?” I shook my head, indicating yes. “And what would you like for yourself, missy?”

“Well, I saw this black LaROK vest I really liked . . .”

“How much was it?”

“$178.”

“Wow, that much for a little vest?”

“Nice things are expensive, dude.”

“You deserve nice things, missy. You are a very attractive young lady.”

“Thank you. But I can’t afford that kind of stuff. I shop cheap, for myself. I’m a freshman in college and barely have enough to buy certain feminine products, which are quite essential. I maxed out all my credit cards buying presents tonight. It’ll take me years to pay them off.”

“That’s a shame. Well listen, Santa would like you to have that vest. The real St. Nick gave to the needy many, many centuries ago.”

“Well, I certainly am needy. In more ways than one.” For some strange reason, I was getting horny. It may have been because I was thinking about some expensive new clothes and accessories. “You really would like me to have that vest, St. Nick?”

“Will you take a personal check? Santa doesn’t carry much cash because Santa got robbed. Right here at this very mall.”

“No! Who would rob Santa?”

“A guy with a gun, that’s who. I coughed up the dough real quick.” He pulled his checkbook from his pocket, asked my name, and wrote me one for $178. “Sarah, now I’d like you to do something for me. Well, more like something for yourself. Santa likes to make people feel good. Please go get one of those big candy canes off that tree.” I did and came back and sat on his lap again. “I want you to please yourself, Sarah. With that candy cane.”

“Huh?”

“Please yourself. Masturbate. You do masturbate, don’t you?”

“Uh . . . well . . . uh . . . I—”

“C’mon, you can tell Santa. He knows who’s naughty and nice. What do you usually masturbate with?”

“Um . . . uh . . . I . . . usually . . . uh . . . my fingers. My father is a minister and if he or my mother ever caught me with a vibrator I’d be excommunicated, or something like that. Occasionally, I . . . uh . . . use things like vegetables and fruit. Bananas are good if they aren’t real ripe.” I giggled. “Once my mother came into my room as I was sucking on a cucumber I just had stuck up my pussy. I was practicing giving blow jobs. She said, ‘You really ought to peel or slice that thing, or something.’ She didn’t have a clue.”

He laughed. “Most everyone masturbates. It’s nothing to feel guilty about.”

“That’s not what my father says!”

“Practicing blow jobs you said. You do fellatio?”

“Never have yet. But some of my girlfriends do it at frat parties for a big foamy glass Esenyurt Escort of beer and a shot.”

He smiled. “You’re going to look great in that new vest, I’m sure. Did you see anything that might go good with it?”

“A grey Chaiken wool knee-length skirt. It was $242.”

He wrote me another check. “Now please stick that candy cane up that little red skirt you’re wearing now and do yourself. And don’t slip your panties down. Cum in them and give them to me and I’ll buy you something else nice.”

I did as he suggested. Soon I began to moan softly. I laid my head back against his chest. He put his hands inside my open coat and began to fondle my breasts through my blouse.

“Oh . . . I . . . ohhhh . . . oh yeah . . . I’m . . .”

He nibbled on my ear, and whispered, “C’mon baby, do that little sugar bush of yours. I’d love to see it. I bet it’s as red as the hair on your head.”

I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle a scream as I had a really good orgasm. My best one yet and the first ever in the presence of someone else. And he did help a little with his feeling and licking, although that fake beard tickled.

As soon as I pulled the candy cane from under my skirt, he grabbed it and began to suck on it. “You know, this doesn’t even taste like peppermint now. And where’s the panties, my dear?”

“Hey, where’s my check, dude? I saw a white Afshin Feiz blouse that would go great with the vest and skirt. $400.”

He wrote me another check. And he got the panties. “Oh, red panties! They match my Santa suit!” Immediately he began to sniff and lick them. “Santa likes panties. But Santa likes what’s in them even better. Now, is there anything else you saw in the boutiques you liked?”

“The panties aren’t exactly red, dude—the color is advertised as ‘Sugar Melon.’ I could use some new boots. Sigerson Morrison. Black with spiked heels. $495.”

“I don’t really care what color the panties are as long as they’re juicy.” Out came his checkbook again. He wrote the check but wouldn’t let me take it. “Only if you let me lick that hot little pussy of yours.”

“Huh?”

“Dive for tuna. I want to go down on you. Cunnilingus.”

“But . . . but . . . we can’t . . . do that . . . here. People will see us!”

“So you’d let me eat you if I buy you the boots?”

“Well . . . uh . . . I do like those boots, but . . . nobody ever did that to me before. Eat me, I mean.”

“Getting off with my tongue is no different than getting off with yours fingers, or a cucumber, or a candy cane. You’re just masturbating, but with something a little different.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. You’re very persuasive, Santa.” I grabbed the check from his hand. “But not here. I couldn’t relax enough to get off I don’t think.”

“I have the key to the janitor’s closet. It’s a huge room and they have all kinds of stuff in there. After the stores close I clean the mall. I saw some big foam pads in there. Don’t know what they use them for, but they’d make a nice mattress.”

I shrugged. “Let’s go. We have to hurry. Now I have more stuff to buy before the stores close.”

* * *

Fifteen minutes later I lay naked on my back on one of those foam pads. And he had his head between my legs. He insisted on keeping on the Santa suit and beard.

“Dang it Santa, you’re tickling me!”

“You’ll be way beyond caring about the tickling in a moment, my dear. I’m going to get your cooter nice and juicy so you can jump on my joy stick.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. We’ll negotiate that part later. I’m going to make you squirt like a split hose, little darlin’ of mine.”

“I’m not your little darlin’, dude!” I protested. But then I groaned as he began to “minister” to me, in a way my father the preacher never had.

Santa spread my legs further and stuck two fingers inside me with his hand cupped over my mons. His fingers went in and out as the ball of his hand pressed hard against my vulva. He tapped gently on my clit with his fingertip and got me off very quickly. I stifled a scream and just whimpered and sighed because I didn’t want him to know how much he turned me on. He definitely could do me better than I could do myself.

And then he stuck his tongue out and me and made lewd motions with it. Oh my God, I had never seen a tongue like that! “Did you like that, Sarah?” he taunted, as he licked the juice off his fingers and smiled wickedly. “I can do that much better with my tongue than I can with my fingers, you know. I want to eat you, my sweet little horny slut. Would you like that, Sarah? I want to put my tongue right between your long, lovely stems and taste your honey box. I want to make you squeal and squirm and beg for more. Would you like that, Sarah, you hot, tight little cunt?”

“Uh . . . I . . . uh . . . well . . . there are . . . these Celine metallic lace-up high-heel sandals and they . . . ohhh . . . uh . . . ahhhh . . . are only . . . ohhhhh yeah.” But I didn’t press the issue because of what he did next. Besides, he had already given me Esenyurt Escort bayan a check for licking my pussy.

Santa fucked my pussy good with his gyrating tongue. “You have a really big clit, Sarah,” he paused momentarily to observe. “It’s almost like sucking a cock.”

“Yeah, well suck my cock, Santa! Suck it good!”

And so he did. My clit throbbed in his mouth, I suppose like a hard cock about to explode I imagined. He rolled his tongue into a tube around the shaft of my clit and slid it up and down, making his tongue like a little pussy for me to fuck. And fuck it I did.

“Oh yeah . . . oh yeah . . . oh God yeah . . . oh yeah,” I moaned over and over as I shook my head vigorously as he took me to the edge. And then I lost it, squeezing my thighs against the sides of his face as I screamed, “Oh my dear Lord!” repeatedly. But Santa didn’t stop. No, he made me cum twice more.

Santa lifted his head up from between my legs and tried some new tricks. In moments he found my G-spot. The heel of his hand was over my clitoris, his fingers hooked over my pubic bone, as he established a rhythm pulling upwards and pressing deep into the tissue.

“Ohhhh . . . God . . . I . . . feel like I have to pee . . . ahhhh . . .”

“It’s not pee, little darlin’. Another variety of joy juice.”

“Oh my . . . I . . . I’m . . . it . . . ohh yeah . . . yeah . . . ohhhhh yeah . . .”

I screamed in orgasmic ecstasy and uttered some really bad words as I suddenly squirted a considerable amount of fluid right into his face. It dripped from his beard and I laughed hysterically at the sight. But Santa didn’t quit doing what he had been doing. No, he merely switched hands. In a few minutes it gloriously happened again.

“No more, Santa, no more,” I pleaded as I pulled away from him and curled up in a ball, as multiple orgasms racked my body from head to toe. “Wow, that definitely was better than any fruit or vegetable I’ve tried. Or even a candy cane. Where did you learn how to do that?”

“Santa School, of course.”

“Christmas should definitely come more than once a year. Well, I better get my clothes on and get back to the shopping.”

“Not yet, my angel.”

“No?”

“Would you like another gift?”

“Sure I would.”

“Like what?”

“I saw this Lizzie Scheck 18-karat-gold and enamel heart necklace with a diamond that was sweet. And only $450.”

“How much were the sandals you mentioned?”

“Only $445.”

“You can have both.” He wrote me another check. But again, he wouldn’t let me take it yet. He unzipped his pants. “I have a special Christmas package for you, honey.” Santa dropped his pants. No underwear. He had a very large penis. Not that I had seen that many. None up close and personal.

“Wha . . . uh . . . what . . . do you . . . expect me to do to that? For the necklace, I mean. And the sandals. I’m not sure I like the direction this is going.”

“Put it in your pretty painted mouth. I like that shade, what is it?”

“Max Factor Lipfinity in the ‘Tender’ shade. I also have the ‘Cherished’ shade in my purse.”

“The ‘Tender’ shade is fine. It’ll look good on my dick.”

“You’re not going to . . . uh . . . cum in my mouth, are you? Not that anybody ever did, but I’m not sure I’d like it. I know some girls at school who say they actually swallow that stuff. Yuk!”

“Oh no, Santa won’t cum in your mouth. Trust me. I won’t blow a big load down your throat unless you tell me it’s okay.”

“Well . . . uh . . . okay, I guess. But give me the check first.” He did.

I began to suck Santa’s cock like I done to the cucumbers I had practiced on. Actually, I liked the feel of it in my mouth. It seemed as though like Santa was in my total control. More presents for me ran through my mind.

Suddenly he pulled my head off his cock. “Sarah, what kind of car do you have?”

“Car? I don’t have a car. I’ve never had a car. I can’t afford a car. I drive my parent’s car. That’s how I got here tonight.”

“You need a vehicle of your own.”

“Damn right I do!”

“What kind of vehicle would you like?”

“A Jeep! Like the one in that movie Sahara. The only thing hotter than that Jeep was the dude driving it. Wow—4WD would be great in the snow here! And you can take the top down in the summer. Awesome!”

“I could give you a check for $20,000 and you could get one. That would probably pay for the insurance too.”

“$20,000? Oh my God! You’re kidding? What do I have to do for that?”

“Fuck me.”

“Huh?”

“Sexual intercourse. I park my one-eyed spit monkey in your dick garage. Blow jobs are great but I could get one of those stupid fucking elves to do that. Now a tight little pussy like yours, just begging for some humping and pumping, that’s an entirely different matter.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“Huh?”

“I’m a virgin, dude!”

“I never met a virgin before. Damn! Well, at least one that wasn’t jail bait. Okay, I’ll give you $25,000 for the Jeep. You can get a Escort esenyurt bunch of optional items. He wrote the check although he wouldn’t let me pry it from his fingers.

I sighed dreamily. “Well, let’s screw then. But I’m going to have this incredibly difficult decision deciding what color Jeep. It’s either electric lime green or impact orange. I would have selected stone white, but that doesn’t seem quite appropriate if I lose my virginity.”

“Sit on my dick, honey, and you can hold the check.”

“You have to wear a condom. Do you have any? I sure don’t. If my parents ever found me with rubbers I’d be paying my own cell phone bill.”

“I don’t need to wear a condom. I had a vasectomy.”

“You know, that’s what my sister told me her sugar daddy said the first time they did the nasty. She had twins. Cute kids. You’ll never get in the love canal, dude, if you don’t wear a raincoat.”

Santa pulled a condom with red and white stripes on it from his back pocket and quickly put it on as he muttered, “I hate these fucking things. You should only have to smell burning rubber at a NASCAR race.” He laid on his back, his huge erect cock reaching for the sky. “You get on top, sweet meat. Fuck old Santa silly. Let’s see you do some bone dancing, baby doll. Shake and bake, girl. Duka duka! Fuck this candy cane!”

I did have to admit his dick did look like a candy cane with that condom on it. But much bigger than that other one I pleased myself with. I straddled him and bean to slowly slip his massive member inside my wet and eager pussy. “I don’t think it’s going to fit,” I observed.

“It’ll fit, honey, just keep spreading wide and slip it in. Take you’re time, I’m enjoying watching this. You’ve got some great tits, girl.” He tweaked my nipples and let me do all the work.

I continued slowly, so slowly. Inch by inch. I know I grimaced several times. And then it went all the way in and I grunted loudly. I began to ride the bologna pony like a cowgirl, waving my arms and hollering. His big cock looked like a baseball bat as I slid up and down on it zealously. I leaned my torso forward, arched my back, kept my crotch lose to the base of his big, hard cock, and rode him hard and fast. I could really feel the firmness of his pubic bone pressing right against my clit. Then I rocked on him faster and faster as I developed a real good rhythm.

“Oh Santa . . . ohh . . . oh baby . . . ahhhhh . . . ohhhhh . . . yeah . . . ohhhhh yeah . . .”

It happened so fast for me I almost didn’t expect it just then, and I pulled him upright into my arms as my pussy quivered in ecstasy on his manhood.

“Damn, you are one hot little number, girl. I can’t believe you never did this before.”

And then I noticed the blood. “Oh my God, you ruptured my hymen!”

“I’m not God, girl, I’m Santa. And yes, I guess I did bust your cherry. Shit happens. Especially when you’re fucking a virgin.”

With his cock still in my pussy, I rolled over onto my back and pulled him on top of me. He slipped out momentarily in the process but I put him back in. “Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me good. Cum inside me, Santa. But make sure you keep that protection on. Fuck me hard!”

“No!” he exclaimed as he pulled out of me. “I’m religious as I said but I don’t like missionary. Boring!” Instead, he bent me over on all fours, entered me from behind, and pumped me like crazy as he chanted “Pound yon virgin!” He manipulated me into every position I could ever possibly imagine and just kept drilling me enthusiastically while yelling, “Pound yon virgin!” over and over.

“Stop!” I finally cried as I pulled away from him. “My pussy is all wore out! I mean, you gave me some great orgasms, but don’t you ever cum, dude?”

“It’s this damn condom, honey. I can’t cum with a rubber on.” He took it off and tossed it on the floor. “Suck it for me, baby. Let me cum in your mouth. Please?”

I sighed in resignation. “Okay. Anything to keep you away from my pussy. Not that I didn’t like it, but geez dude! And you don’t even have to write me another check. I’m good.”

So I got on my knees and began to nibble the head of his cock playfully and run my lips up and down the length of it.

“That’s it, pretty baby, rub all that lipstick off!”

“You know, your dick does look good in this ‘Tender’ color,” I joked. Then I got right back to business. I had lost track of time but hoped some stores would still be open. I cupped his balls with my left hand and concentrated on his cock with my right hand and mouth. In and slowly at first and then gradually faster. He started moaning and pulled my head down on him, wanting to get all of it down my throat.

“Oh I’m gonna give you a pearl necklace, honey . . . oh fuck . . . that feels so-o-o good . . . are you sure you never sucked cock before . . . damn you’re good . . . oh fuck . . .”

I shook my head with his cock still in my mouth indicating no, I never sucked cock before. That turned him on even more. Then I opened my mouth wide and titled my head back. Santa pushed hard and his big cock just popped all the way down my throat. I didn’t even gag. I grabbed his ass cheeks and practically stopped doing anything with my mouth except let him push frantically in and out. All the way in and almost all the way out. He pounded my mouth just the way he had pounded my pussy.

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I caught my first glance of her right when I got out of 2nd period Bio. I was sandwiched between two dumpy chicks taking their time in front of me, and my friends clawing to be free of the room from behind, and there she was. She seemed pretty short, 5’3-4″ if I had to guess, brunette, fit as hell, doll-face. Honestly, I couldn’t see much, the duration of time between me being shoved through the door by Steve and her exiting my periphery being roughly 1.5 seconds, but I was smitten.

After I got the fuck out of the train wreck that was Bio class, I poked my head around the corner for a second look. Hot. Fucking. Damn. She sauntered down the hallway like she was the daughter of a dignitary (I can’t explain how her apparent arrogance drove me crazy), and as awful as the girls’ school uniforms are, on her it looked tailor-fit. The patch of skin between her socks and skirt was porcelain pale, and her ass was round and pinched. Her hair was streaked with auburn, hiding the darker undertones, and it came down to right around her bra clips outlined on the back of her shirt. I had to position my book bag conspicuously in front of my slacks on the way to French.

In French class I was kind of pissed, because I couldn’t remember her face clearly enough to make a good sketch, and her ass was apparently too godly for human hands to ever recreate. I stuck to drawing mutated test-tube babies bearing my teacher’s face again, always my fallback. I was tempted to take a peek at the girl with big tits who sat behind me to my right, but I decided against it.

Michael tells me at lunch that she’s in fact eighteen and from Cali, and her folks moved over here to take over the First Presbyterian church on Tennyson and 15th. Gloria was friends with her back when she and Michael still lived with their dad. “Dude, she’s a fucking pastor’s kid, you have a better chance fucking a lamp post.”

“If by pastor’s kid you mean ‘nice ass,’ then I agree.” Steve laughs and nudges me deliberately. “Too bad you have another piece occupying your time at the moment. Looks like it’s time for Steve-O to save the day.”

I grab my empty tray and walk off. I didn’t want to talk about Stasy. She was moderately attractive, but seemed more so in contrast to most other girls at this school. We shared a birthday in March, but while she had turned eighteen, I actually turned nineteen, since I was held back in third grade. She was 5’7″ with short blonde hair (naturally brown), bronze tan, not skinny, but not really overweight either. She has a nice C-cup that she got done this summer. Her and I usually skip out study period after lunch together, since we’re both Seniors and Mr. Oberlin doesn’t give a fuck, so I go outside to wait for her.

She’s on the hood of my 93′ Beamer when I get out there, sipping a soda, sitting next to a McDonald’s bag, school shirt unbuttoned enough to give me thoughts. I say “hey babe” when I get closer and kiss her mouth, and she kisses back, pauses enough to give me a lustful look and slide a finger up the front of my slacks, licks her top lip when it slides over my cock. I give her a smile and start kissing her again, using my left hand to knock the shit off of my hood. She giggles and shoves her tongue into my mouth, meeting mine, exploring past, coming back for it. I pick her up with one hand across her shoulder blades and one under her thighs, walk around to the driver’s side door, get in with her on my lap. I have to pop the steering wheel lever and adjust it for more room, and by the time I finish her hand is already in my pants exploring. I slide mine into her shirt and start playing with her tits, choking her moan with my mouth still on hers. Without breaking contact with my mouth, she manages to climb over into the passenger seat, and once there she pulls my pants and boxers away, exposing my cock. I’m still grabbing and squeezing her tits with my right hand, unbuttoning buttons as they get in my way, and I use my left to shove her yellow head into my lap.

She takes hold of my cock at the base and devours it, stroking and sucking like an animal, using her cherry-colored (and chipped) nails to touch around my abs and rub my balls sporadically. I wasn’t especially ripped, but I was proud of my abs, the lines of my abdominal muscles showed clearly, and I had a pretty dark tan as I had a job as Lifeguard at the city pool. I also kept my balls shaved, since Stasy said she had some deep fear that she would choke to death and die from the hair otherwise. She had worked her gag reflex down so that she could Esenyurt Escort fit all eight inches of me down her throat, and she was doing that now, sucking my entire shaft down, brushing her hair away every so often, even though it wasn’t long enough anymore to interfere. She had enough saliva built up now that it dripped down my balls and gave me an insane ticklish sensation, but it felt great.

It took all of me to pull her off for a second and grab the visor from the glove compartment to put over the windshield. Immediately after I do she dives back in with her lips wrapped around my cock, and I’m petting her head and telling her “yeah, that’s it” and telling myself to breathe so I don’t cum early, my left hand feeling her hard nipples, my right up her skirt, tracing her thong line. As she pulls her lips off of my head with a smacking sound, and follows her tongue down to my balls, I lift her skirt (she was crouching on me with her ass poked up in the air toward the passenger window) and start playing absently with her pussy through her thong, the fabric slipping around with my fingers because of her juices. Stasy always gave amazing head (that’s why I started dating her in the first place), but I made it a habit of distracting her as much as I could, and I was playing this game now.

My balls are still in her mouth, muting her moans of pleasure as my middle finger is slipping around her clit, it slides right over it and she tries to scream, and I slap her ass and tell her to keep sucking. Her left tit falls out of her shirt then, I slide her thong away and get my fingers all wet playing with her shaved pussy lips. “Ohhh fuck” she moans as her mouth loses my balls, she balances herself as she shudders, losing herself as I slip my middle finger inside of her and start fucking her with it. Stasy’s not thinking about anything else for at least a minute, then I pull my finger out and spank her again with my right hand, grab her head with my left and start fucking her face, shoving her up and down as her lips smacked over my head.

My cock is rock hard and fucking purple by now, the veins popping out all over, and I’m losing control, so I go back to her, slide two fingers inside of her and pump them hard, watch her juices trickle down her leg. Her left ass cheek is red from me spanking her, and I start sucking on it while I finger fuck her, and go back to fondling her tits with my free hand. Now she’s losing it, and I have to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her from screaming too loud, and she slides her tongue through my fingers and starts licking them as my fingers are back on her clit and she starts jerking uncontrollably and cumming. I push her head back down onto my cock so I can finish as well, but she can barely keep suction, and her left tit is out of her shirt and bobbing with the rhythm of her head. I grab hold of it and start squeezing again, it’s firm, and the nipple is hard and distended.

She partially catches her breath and goes back to the sucking, I hold my breath, and tense up from neck to toes, blow my load into her mouth. She chokes on the first burst, but then sucks it up, my cock bouncing in her mouth as more streams of jizz shoot out. I lay my head back and close my eyes, still gasping for breath.

“We’ve got to break up,” I manage. She was still buttoning up her shirt.

“Yeah,” she passes a hand over her eyes, brushing the hair away without looking at me, “yeah.” She finishes with her shirt, brushes her skirt off, gets out of the car. By then her face was caked with runny mascara.

I fucked up my wooden box in shop, nearly tearing my finger off as well. Luckily I caught myself in time, just gave myself a slice that cut to the bone and a little past.

Later I’m at Michael’s house. I come across a shotgun while he’s chasing me around with the grenade launcher, so I hang back behind a corner, then cap him in the face when he pops into my view. The strategy worked a few more times till he got his hands on the rocket launcher, three shots, game. I give him a glare. He shoots me a smile. A girl calls out from a few rooms away, and I look over at the doorway just as Kim strides awkwardly past towards the stairs. I laugh. “Kim’s here? How’s that?”

“Fucking awkward. If your folks ever decide to have another kid, and it’s a girl, never date her friends.”

“Yeah, ok, I’ll try to remember that.”

“Feel free to grab a couple of beers from the fridge” he hints with a wry smile. I set my controller down and stumble to my Esenyurt Escort bayan feet, blood rushing to my head. I massage my temples with my thumb and middle finger, come through the door, and collide with someone. I look up, and there she is, knocked against the opposite wall, catching her breath, eyes wide and staring at me. And she was amazing. Her lips direct from France, pinched and smooth and unguarded. Her cheekbones something Europe, something Hollywood. Her hair partially covered her left eye, and it was rich and silky. Her eyes were large, brown, starry, and Spanish, they promised tangos and trills and a break from the monotony and a way out of here. Her neck was a bowl of cream. Her collarbones openly displayed her fragility, openly defended her heart.

Below that was the most perfect female form I think I had ever seen. Her arms were silky paths to her breast, which was in turn the ripe and tender display of her perfect genes, accentuated as it moved with her breath. She probably filled a B-cup. Her waist slid inward, and her hips sloped outward. Graceful legs appeared below the hem of her white summer dress, ending with elegant feet in sandals. My mouth was probably still open as she shoved past me. She was everything I would never deserve. I got the beers.

A few weekends later and it’s a three-day, and I’m at Kyle’s parent’s unsupervised house-turned-club for a party, and it’s about two thirty and I’m moderately drunk, about as drunk as I could get. I didn’t really know Kyle that well, but I guess you’ll like anyone if they supply enough alcohol to make you drunk enough to like them. I wish I could say I was pondering that thought at that very second, but in reality I was just being as dumb as fuck. Dinah was there (Michael told me her name) and she was sitting alone on a couch in the Kyle’s-last-nameses living room, and I was trying to make my suave approach and I was three shots of shitty tequila beyond suave, but there she was.

As I came through the doorway, another guy with his tail between his legs passed me. They had been filtering through here all night for a chance at Dinah, and he was probably headed the way of the rest of them now that he was spurned, to look for a consolation. This was beginning to feel like a sexual tyranny, and I kept seeing images of myself turning around and forgetting about all of this in my head, but I no longer had the restraint to battle my inertia, so on I went, towards Dinah. My mouth opened, “can I get you a d-“

“No.” Brick wall. My momentum disappeared suddenly. “No, thank-you,” she added, then looked up as if to further soften her words. She saw me, smiled, “you’re Michael’s friend.”

I was probably blushing, but my entire body was too hot to tell how my face was holding out. She was smiling so brightly, a dimple catching the shadow on her left cheek. I hope I wasn’t blushing. I was probably blushing.

“Yeah, sorry about…”

“It’s alright. I wasn’t expecting a truck in the hallway.” She smiled sarcastically, then caught herself. “Or… you know.”

“Are you sure you don’t want something to drink?” My processor was stuck in an infinite loop.

“No, really. I’m trying to stay away from the alcohol.” I noticed her clothes now, spaghetti-strapped jumper, baby blue, which fit her well, and tan open-toed pumps.

“I’m pretty sure the juice is spiked” I said, glancing at the empty punch glass on the coffee table, “heavily.”

“Oh!” She let her guard down. She looked genuinely horrified, “I was wondering why I felt a little heady, I thought it was the temperature or just a headache or something…” She put her hand to her forehead, looked into my eyes from below it. I was feeling heady as well, from influences other than alcohol.

“Your name’s Dinah, right?” She nodded, still looking at me. “Let’s go outside.” I needed air, my head was light. I didn’t wait for a response, but she followed me out.

And then we’re on the porch. The air was cool, and smelled of potting soil and cigarettes, and Dinah’s fragrance, the humidity was a blanket around us. Dinah looks utterly serene in the moonlight, the emerging redness of her face hidden, and I kiss her. I kiss Dinah in my intoxicated state, having nothing to say, or show, or hide, and she kisses back. I hold her shoulder with one hand and slowly back her to the railing of the porch, resting my other hand behind her for support. Her lips were so vulnerable, ready to be taken, firm, and yet sensually soft against mine. She didn’t Escort esenyurt know how to kiss, and her eyes were wide with surprise.

She pulls back: “I… I really can’t… or shouldn’t… or-” Her lips were moving with speech, and taunting me, and I draw my mouth in and kiss her harder. She hesitates, but feels wanting, needing. Her mouth was sweet strawberries in mine, I chewed the stems off. Hidden in her eyes was the nostalgic memory of my first elementary crush, and I could see then that it must have been Dinah all along, however impossible that was.

We continue kissing, and I carry her to my car in my arms. I open the door to the back seat, struggling to get both of us through. I can feel Dinah’s arms, her cheeks, I taste her ears and neck, I hold her shoulders. I can hear her soft breath, I draw her tongue out with mine. I memorize every centimeter of her mouth, exploring it several times over, and she finds her way around mine. Her hand is on the back of my head, feeling my curls, mine is on hers, fingertips moving around her scalp. All the while my left hand is slowly tracing, meandering, veering, and retracing it’s way up her ivory leg.

Her hand stops and tenses up around my hair, and she lets out a gasp, her face reddening again as my left hand completes its journey and begins to explore her from under her dress. She moves her hand toward mine, but my fingers slip between her lips, and she’s completely distracted, and grabs onto the armrest on the door behind her head as I discover her further. I stop kissing her now, and my eyes are looking into hers, she’s looking at mine, but beyond. I’m learning her now, my middle finger had found her clit, and I start rubbing it through her cotton panties. She starts moaning, her hand tightening around my forearm, and her breath becomes uneven.

I continue working her, she’s very wet now, and begin to concentrate on my right hand, making sure no part of her goes untouched, working in from the arms, taking her collarbones, feeling her stomach, spiraling my way toward her tits. I begin to move my left hand more rapidly, adding more fingers to the rotation, and her moisture is soaking through her panties onto my fingers. Her shoes fall off of her feet onto the floor, and I notice that we’re fogging up the windows, and there is no-one in this world but the two of us.

My right hand continues, now coaxing the straps off her shoulders, now slipping her dress down her torso. Her bra was white and slightly padded, but she seemed tight against it, constrained. I use my left hand to slide her panties aside, then I set it free. She’s squirming now, her lips are parted and her breath is ragged, her hands tightening on my arm and the armrest. I graze her clit, and she moans uncontrollably. My right hand is tracing the edge of her bra, I slide a finger under here and there mischievously, feeling the muscles and lines of her back then continuing. The clip snapped open, and her bra lost form as she broke free. I knead her tits, so firm, and slightly swollen with pleasure, heaving up and down with her breath. Her nipples are hard and red, about the size of quarters. My ring finger is now exploring inside of her, slipping in and out, and she is biting her lip.

I pull her dress up over her head, and inspect her body. Her legs sloped inward and converged on her pussy, pink and moist, glistening in the moonlight, light hair spreading a short distance outward, still mostly hidden by her white lace-trimmed panties. Her torso and legs were in perfect proportion, and her neck had red marks on it from my kissing. I unfasten my belt, my pants, pull my boxers down. Dinah is looking at me, her eyes unsure and fearful. I slide myself inside of her, and a cry escapes her lips, she’s staring somewhere past the car, into the stars. She was tight and new, and I could feel the texture of her against me as I pushed farther inside of her, as far as I could. She didn’t bleed.

Whimpers escape Dinah’s lips as I plunge into her again and again, she’s looking at me again, and tears are streaming down her cheeks, her hand on my chest. My hands are holding her body, feeling her tits, now dimpled with the cold. And again, I slide my cock inside of her, and I’m grunting now, my breath competing with hers, my hips meeting hers, the car is shaking slightly, and my heart is racing. Then her hand falls from my chest, and her head falls back as I feel her tighten around me, and she is quivering and gasping and I am exploding inside of her and she is mine.

I watch as she puts her dress back on and slips her shoes back onto her feet. And then I drive her home. We dated for that following summer. She was nice, although she never really could give a decent blowjob. She worked with me as a Lifeguard, got a nice tan, she suited me better then. That’s all there is.

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Every time he pushed the send button on a slightly cheeky text to Abby, his heart fluttered and he hesitated a moment. Abby’s emotions stirred each time she received such a text from Sean and felt her heart race when she sent back a slightly more playful reply. But these were few and far between and often one or the other would leave it at that.

The problem was that Sean and Abby had been in an on-again-off-again type relationship all through university and now that they had graduated and were working, things had gotten to the point where they had more or less fallen into the dreaded “just good friends” zone. Both particularly fancied each other but Sean had always hesitated to go further and Abby had been waiting for Sean to act, unsure of making the first step. But ultimately, while good friend, more and more so they both wanted things to be more serious.

Abby had been thinking about the situation for a week or two when she finally decided that it was time she made the first move and push things a little harder. But the idea of simply telling Sean that she wanted more didn’t seem like the best option as she had talked with him about it previously and he seemed to back away. So the push would need to be more than words. And it was while thinking along those lines an idea sprung to mind; a push-up bra.

Abby had a great body. While not athletic, she looked after herself and had maintained a fit figure. Her gentle curves were well complimented by her stunning breasts, which she considered her best feature after her eyes and smile which seemed to beam happiness to all whom she talked to at the same time they could melt guys when she gave them a seductive look. But when she wore a push-up bra, her breasts were well and truly the centre of most guys’ attention.

So she called Sean and invited him and a few of their friends to go out to a club for the evening for some drinks and fun.

“Sounds great. Everyone can park their cars at my house and we can bus it to the club from here.” Sean suggested in reply to her invitation.

Later that night, a few friends had already arriving at Sean’s when Abby turned up. Sean’s mouth almost dropped open when he saw her. She was wearing a light red dress which had a neckline which plunged at the front. Coupled with the push-up bra she had on, the result was her breasts seemed to jump from her dress and the fine gold necklace she had on seemed to be disappear Avcılar Escort into the spectacular cleavage she was displaying.

“Oh wow Abby, you look amazing!” Sean stammered while unable to draw his gaze from her boobs.

“Excellent,” she thought, “I’ve definitely got his attention.”

When the last couple arrived, they all left for the club which was only a short bus trip from Sean’s house.

As the night wore on and they had all had a few drinks, Abby keep giving Sean playful smiles and making cheeky comments. Before long, she asked him to come dance with her on the increasingly crowed dance floor.

Sean’s heart hadn’t stopped racing from when he first saw Abby at his house. What had he been waiting for? He wondered. He could see that she was flirting with him like crazy so he decided it was time he started to push things a bit harder himself.

On the dance floor the two were dancing very close with the crowd pushing in on them. Abby put her arms around his head which pushed her breasts up towards his face and she continued to dance suggestively while giving him the most erotic look he’d seen. He stepped closer and began to push against her body, feeling her soft breasts against him. She reciprocated the grinding and soon the two were allowing their hands to explore each other’s bodies as they moved in time with the music.

“A final push is needed,” Abby thought so she moved in and kissed him passionately. He didn’t need any further encouragement as the two continued to dance while embracing and kissing deeply.

“How about we go head back to my place for some quiet drinks” Asked Sean.

Abby bit her lip seductively as she agreed before they joined the others and told them they were heading off. Everyone else wanted to go to as their cars were back at Sean’s house which meant the two found themselves having to mingle with the others all the while they were barely able to keep their eyes of each other. It seemed to be taking an eternity for everyone to leave which only heightened their excitement and anticipation.

As the numbers present began to drop, Abby brushed passed Sean deliberately pushing her breasts against his arm. He smiled and hugged her as he sat back in a chair with her sitting on his lap. She could feel his hard cock pushing into her thigh and she could scarcely stay composed as the last few of their friends said Avcılar Escort bayan goodnight and left.

The sound of the door closing had barely finished when Abby spun around and the two started kissing and embracing each other with desperation. Sean’s hands slid up Abby’s thighs and caressed her arse as she ran her hands down his chest and felt for his hard cock through his pants.

Abby had pushed things to this point so Sean wanted to be the one to go the next step. He picked her up and, while still kissing intensely, he cared her to his bedroom and almost threw her on the bed before climbing on top of her, his hands on the palms of hers which were stretched out above her head, holding her down as he kissed her deeply again.

He then ran one of his hands gently up her leg, feeling the soft warmth coming from her body as he slipped it up under skirt and up to find one of her ample breasts. She moaned softly as he caressed her body while tenderly kissing her neck and ear.

He paused his touching and slowly and smoothly slipped the dress up over Abby’s head and he smiled with amazement as he took in the sight of her beautiful body. Embracing her again, he moved his hand underneath her back to unclasp her bra as she began to unbutton his shirt and again allow her hands to slide over his muscular chest. When he had undone her bra, Abby rolled over so she was on top of him and allowed the lacy straps to fall over her shoulders and finally release her tits which now hung just above Sean’s face. He reached up and took each one in his hands before slowly taking one of her small but firm pink nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Abby moan loudly as the sexual pleasure seemed to explode through her body at his touch. She could have almost climaxed just from the stimulation she was receiving but she wanted more.

Moving herself down his body, causing Sean to release his grasp of her tits, Abby stared straight into his eyes as she undid his pants and slipped them down his legs along with his underwear. She gasped to herself in excitement as she saw his erect member, the tip glistening slightly with the smallest drops of precum visible.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as Abby took his cock into her mouth, gently sliding her lips over it while teasing the head with her tongue. Moving with deep and quickening strokes of her head, she continued to Escort avcılar suck on him while he moved his hips up to meet her downward motion. The pleasure he was feeling was incredible as she continued to work his cock.

But after on a minute or two, Abby stopped and stood up. Sliding her panties off, she spun around so her pussy was just above Sean’s face. He could only manage to gasp at the sight of her beautiful naked body and the sight of her pussy so close to his face was incredible. Her soft brown bush, neatly trimmed but still natural looking, seemed to point to the now slightly parted and puffy lips of her pussy. As he gently pulled her lips apart with this fingers, he could see and feel the moisture that was building.

Abby started sucking on Sean’s cock once more with quicker speed and stronger sucking. She wanted to make him come, to feel him pulse as she came at the same time. Sean sensed her intensity rise so he pulled her pussy down onto his face, plunging his tongue as deep into her as he could. He continued to eat her has he used one hand to quickly rub her clit in a small circular motion.

Abby’s mind was a blur. The feelings that seemed to shoot from her waist all through her body caused her to spasm with pleasure. At times she couldn’t keep on giving attention to Sean’s cock as she concentrated on her own feelings of arousal. She could feel the tightness within her building, feel the pleasure increase and she knew she wasn’t far off orgasm.

“Yes, keep licking my pussy.” She cried. “I’m going to come. Please come at the same time as me?”

That encouragement was more than enough for Sean. He could feel his balls tightening as he drew closer to release.

“Oh yes baby, I’m going to come!” he called out before flicking his tongue across her clit as fast as he could.

Abby felt her pleasure peak and her body jolted as she came on his face. Her legs tensing and muscles contracting as she moaned and groaned while the orgasm took over. Sean’s cock began to pulse in her mouth and she felt the first shot of warm cum explode out. She continued to suck his cock as he groaned while his cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed it all and continued sucking as he also spasmed underneath of her.

“Oh my god, that was amazing Abby!” Sean managed to say between deep breaths.

“How about next time you push things a bit harder and we go to the next step?” she replied smiling as she turned and laid down next to him.

“I guess sometimes all we need is a bit of a push” he replied as he smiled back and kissed her once more.

The two embraced and fell asleep, the thought of ‘next time’ enough to ensure they both had more than pleasant dreams.

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