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Sybil charmed Kiran with her quirky sense of humor and her sparkling blue eyes. She was utterly captivating, and Kiran knew she had her sights set beyond him. She’d just moved to the city, she told him, and she was tired of having a boyfriend hanging around. She wanted to live precariously just now; to enjoy her youth.

Kiran accepted her offer to be friends.

After he met Sybil, there were other women in Kiran’s life – prettier ones, even. A man has needs, and in her role as his friend, Sybil encouraged him to explore his desire. But no woman could set his heart on fire the way Sybil did when she walked into the room.

Kiran couldn’t explain why his dreams revolved solely around her. She was exquisite, and yet, when she held perfectly still, she was just and ordinary girl, with freckles on her cheeks and sumptuous curves under her t-shirts and jeans. Yet Kiran could meditate on the heady scent of Sybil’s curling dark hair and sparkling blue eyes for hours, and even days. Underneath the veneer of their friendship, Sybil knew that Kiran longed for her, and yet she kept him at arm’s length, luxuriating in her freedom.

Kiran played along with her as best he could. He escorted her to bars and clubs and after-hours dance parties all over the city. They met for late breakfasts and even later dinners, and for coffee at any and every hour of the day. Between work and school and Sybil, there was little time for the company of others. There were moments when Kiran was convinced that Sybil might adore him just as much as he did her. One morning as they were walking home from a party, they stopped and sat on a bench to watch the sun rise, and he kissed her, softly, on the temple. Sybil pulled away gently, and in punishment, she ignored him for a week. When she finally called, Kiran was sure of his place in her universe.

“You need to stop this,” his best friend said. “She’s messing with your head.”

“She’s my friend,” was all Kiran could say – and he kept up his end of their lie, and dreamed of her body entwined with his, at dawn.

After a while Kiran became immune to the string of men Sybil introduced him to – handsome strangers she’d met in class or at work or at the bar. She never kept them for more than a day or two, and neither she nor Kiran ever remembered their names.

And then Marco came along – a Northern Italian who was as charming as Sybil and far more handsome than the other men she’d strung along. Sybil was captivated by Marco, and Marco liked Sybil well enough as a friend. In fact, he quite enjoyed her vivacious flirting and witty repartee. But Marco was gay, and Sybil knew it. She just couldn’t stop herself from lusting after him.

Kiran watched as Sybil followed Marco to all of the gay clubs in the city, watched her dance and flirt and wear her flashiest outfits. Suddenly Marco was with Sybil and Kiran everywhere they went; to dinner, to brunch, to coffee at all hours of the day. He watched the sun rise with them at dawn, and Kiran found that he too was charmed by Marco’s wit and dry sense of humour. He was also undeniably handsome.

After a week of this, Kiran realized that Sybil had a plan to seduce Marco, and that it involved his own seduction as well. Kiran watched as Sybil initiated contact between he and Marco, dancing between them at clubs, clasping both of their hands as they walked home at dawn, and laying with them in the grass at the şişli escort park on lazy Sunday afternoons. Kiran reveled in Sybil’s touch, and he decided that he would help her to seduce Marco, if it meant that he could share a night with Sybil and feel her naked body against his.

The seduction unfolded naturally enough. Sybil’s flirtation had created a giddy chemistry between the three of them, so that when Marco suggested that Kiran and Sybil come back to his apartment one morning after they’d danced all night, they readily agreed. Marco mixed them some gin and tonics, and from his small balcony, they watched the sun rise. Kiran rolled a joint for them to smoke, and they passed it between them as the sun’s rays pierced the waking sky, before retreating into the dark haven of Marco’s apartment.

Sybil took Kiran’s drink from him and placed it on the kitchen counter. She took his hand in hers and pulled him toward the bedroom. Marco went into the bathroom.

For a brief and delicious moment, Kiran and Sybil were alone in Marco’s bedroom. Sybil leaned her lovely head against his shoulder and in that moment, Kiran let the world around him dissolve. Then he felt her hands around his neck, reaching up for him, and leaning down, he kissed her soft pink lips, the lips he’d longed to kiss all summer.

Kiran felt his erection stir and he pressed into Sybil, her soft curves yielding to his straight and muscular form. Releasing her hands from around his neck, Sybil ran her fingers down Kiran’s spine and around the base of his shirt, before pulling it up over his head. Tossing the shirt carelessly onto the floor, Sybil appraised Kiran’s slim, tanned torso, running her fingers over his abdomen and his chest. Kiran gasped under her soft touch, his pulse quickening with each stroke of her hand.

Sybil pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously as she stepped back until her full form was in his line of sight. She lifted her black tank top up over her head and her sumptuous breasts spilled forth, her lacy black bra barely containing them. Kiran smiled appreciatively at her voluptuous form, and she sauntered toward him, turning around seductively, shimmying her hips.

“Unzip my skirt?” she asked, peering at him over her shoulder.

Kiran steppe forward and took her hips in his hands. He pulled her closer and clasped the zipper of her skirt in his fingers, pulling it slowly down until her black lace thong was exposed beneath it. He pushed his hands down under the skirt, feeling the soft flesh of her ass cheeks give way under his palms as he slid the skirt down around her knees. He knelt behind her, admiring the way her ass cheeks hugged the black lace between them. He kissed her softly there, where cheek met cheek, trailing the tip of his nose up from the base of her spine. She shivered a little, goosebumps raising on her skin, as he inhaled her scent, following the curve of her spine up between her shoulder blades to the nape of her neck, where he paused, inhaling deeply.

Sybil turned to him there, her eyes shining with promise, and kissed him again, passionately, softly, and Kiran wrapped his arms around the girl he loved, so that his slender torso pressed firmly against her soft, yielding breasts. Sybil moaned into his mouth and Kiran ran his hands down over her hips, grasping her ass cheeks and massaging her buttocks, pushing her hips into mecdiyeköy escort his so that she could feel his powerful arousal.

Sybil gasped as Kiran’s erection pressed into her, pulling away to push his jeans down over his hips and onto the floor. His boxers came down with his pants, and his erect cock sprang back upward. Sybil caught it in her hand and pulled at it playfully, teasing him with her hands, while Kiran’s breath quickened. The door to the bedroom creaked open.

Marco walked, naked, across the room, and stood behind Sybil, placing his hands gently on her shoulders while she continued to arouse Kiran with her hands on his hard cock. Marco watched her work Kiran’s cock, kissing her neck and grasping at her breasts. Sybil leaned into Kiran, so that Marco’s hands pressed against Kiran’s chest as he massaged Sybil’s breasts.

Kiran exhaled and then, tentatively, placed his own hands back onto Sybil’s buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart and rubbing the soft space between her thighs where her vaginal lips closed over one another like velveteen mittens. The tender slit was wet with her desire, and Kiran grew bolder, stroking the soft lips with his fingers, and probing the warm slick inner sanctum between them.

Sybil arched her back, pressing herself into Kiran’s hands, and trembled. Marco continued to work her breasts and kiss her neck while Sybil’s hands moved up and down Kiran’s cock. Kiran focused his attentions on Sybil’s pleasure, inserting his fingers into her vulva and pumping them against her g-spot, rubbing her engorged clit with his thumbs. Sybil bucked against Kiran’s hands, leaning back against Marco for support. Kiran whirled his fingers inside of her, his hand growing slick with her pleasure, and Sybil began her climax, writhing and moaning between them, until she cried out, releasing Kiran’s cock as her orgasm spilled through her.

Sybil lay back against Marco, her pink nipples stiff under his hands. Kiran bent down to taste her breasts, and Marco clasped Kiran’s erection in his strong fists and took up where Sybil had left off, pumping Kiran’s cock.

Kiran’s heart pounded at the shock of feeling another man’s hands on him, but Sybil pulled his head against her breasts and Kiran moaned into Sybil’s soft mounds of flesh as Marco pleasured him skillfully, as if he could read Kiran’s mind.

Keeping his hands on Kiran’s cock, Marco stepped away from Sybil and moved to Kiran’s side, continuing to pump him with both fists. Sybil pulled them both gently towards the bed, where she collapsed seductively, her legs splayed, exposing the ruby lips of her luscious sex.

She beckoned Kiran with her hands, pulling his face down gently between her thighs. Kiran knelt, and Marco knelt behind him. As Kiran bent his head down between Sybil’s thighs, he felt the exquisite pleasure of Marco’s hands massaging his buttocks, while his strong chest pressed up against Kiran’s back. Kiran leaned forward, so that his buttocks sat firmly in Marco’s hands, and he began to kiss Sybil’s sex, stroking her ruby-red lips with his tongue.

He licked her softly at first, savoring the taste of her arousal. As her moans grew more urgent, Kiran pressed his tongue firmly to the centre of her sex, licking upward until he reached the peak of her engorged clit, circling it lavishly, before descending into her sex once more. He ate her pussy like this, moving from the base of her perineum to the top of her clit, while she moaned and writhed beneath him.

When he felt Marco’s fingers probing the crack between his buttocks, reaching in to stroke his puckered asshole, Kiran felt a shiver of recognition run up his spine. He knew what Marco was about to do to him, and he was surprised to realize that he wanted Marco to take him, now, while he had Sybil’s sex on his face.

Instinctively, Marco began to work Kiran’s asshole with his fingers, probing gently at first, and then more assertively, inserting his finger into Kiran’s asshole and cupping his balls while he fingered him. Kiran’s muscles clenched with pleasure as Marco’s finger found nerve endings that Kiran hadn’t known to explore. He bucked against Marco’s hands as his pleasure built from deep inside him, threatening to explode. Sybil cried out as Kiran took her sex into his mouth and sucked hard, pulling her labia into his mouth and pushing his tongue deep inside of her, inviting her to feel his intense pleasure. Marco positioned himself behind Kiran, introducing his own hard cock between Kiran’s ass cheeks.

Kiran gasped into Sybil’s sex as Marco’s cock pushed up against his asshole, trailing its moist arousal over Kiran’s tight, eager pucker. Grasping Kiran’s ass cheeks in both hands, Marco pushed his cock insistently at Kiran’s hole. Kiran’s muscles clenched with anticipation, but Marco persisted, gently but firmly, kneading Kiran’s buttocks as his cock entered him.

Kiran squirmed with surprised pleasure as Marco held himself steady, inviting Kiran to relax and enjoy the sensation. Kiran breathed heavily against Sybil’s sex. Sybil ran her hands through Kiran’s hair. Marco pushed in deeper, and Kiran cried out, his cheek against Sybil’s thigh. Sybil continued to stroke Kiran’s hair as Marco moved behind him, controlling each thrust so that his cock moved deeper and deeper inside of Kiran. Kiran began to pant as his arousal built from the depths of his belly. He pulled Sybil’s sweet labia back into his mouth, licking and sucking her while Marco fucked him from behind.

Sybil began to writhe and moan beneath Kiran’s head. He pressed his tongue against her clit, circling it over and over again while he grasped her thighs. His own thighs shook with pleasure as Marco picked up his pace, thrusting his erection deep into Kiran’s asshole. Sybil came again, her orgasm shaking the bed as her cries echoed in the room. Kiran released Sybil’s clit from between his lips and gripped her thighs as Marco held his hips firmly, pumping his cock relentlessly into Kiran’s asshole, until Kiran bucked wildly, his orgasm sending waves of contractions through his body.

The sensation of Kiran’s asshole clenching over Marco’s cock brought Marco to orgasm, and the two men came together, falling onto Sybil in a writing heap of pleasure.

They laid, all three, entwined in the dark of Marco’s bedroom, drifting in and out of sleep. After a while, Marco got up and went into the shower. He emerged fully dressed.

“You can stay,” he said to them, leaving the key on the table. “Lock up when you’re ready to go, and leave the keys under the mat.”

They stayed, entwined under the sheets, until late in the afternoon, when Sybil rose to take a shower. A while later, Kiran got up too, and found her, crying under a stream of steaming water. He stepped into the shower and held her gently, kissing away tears.

“Did I ruin us?” she asked, looking up at him, her blue eyes rimmed with red.

“No,” he assured her, stroking her damp hair. “We’re still friends.”

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

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Author’s Note

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

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

Enjoy the story!
-Wax Philosophic

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

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Chapter 1

“Have you decided what you’re wearing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

“You forgot successful.”

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

“Nice try baby, but no.”

“Come on, Maureen.”

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

“That’s not …”

“Not going, Laurie. End of discussion.”

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Chapter 3

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

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

“But I like them.”

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

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

“Don’t be late.”

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Chapter 4

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

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

“Rosemont Hotel,” she said to the driver.

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“Oh, right. Danny? Donnie? — Darrel.”

“David.”

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

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Chapter 5

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

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

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

“I work in the music industry …”

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

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

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

“How ’bout you?”

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

“Hmph.”

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

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

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

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Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

“OK, I’m sorry. Dance with me later?”

“Sure.” Laurie smiled.

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

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

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

“Laurie?”

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

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

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

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

“King and Queen of France?”

“Yeah.”

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

“Why didn’t you say something?”

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

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

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

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Chapter 8

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

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

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

“I did, didn’t I?” she smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Sorry.”

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

“Relax, it’s just room service.”

“I didn’t order room service.”

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

“Oh my god, Janet.”

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

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

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Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

*

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

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

“No, not at all.”

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

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

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Early autumn in Indian Rocks Beach was a peaceful time. Too early for the snowbirds who routinely flock to Florida’s warmer climate. Too late for the summer vacationers. And peace was just what I needed right now. The previous six months of my life had been pure hell. Stress to the 10th degree. All because the man I married turned out to be a philandering idiot.

I’d been working as a manager in a large department store and it fell to me to close the store on a Wednesday night. Even though it was a necessary evil, I didn’t like closing. Since my husband, Ben, had switched to working third shift because of the pay differential it meant that I had to clear out of the house in the morning so as not to disturb him while he slept and it cut into what little personal time we had together. I resented his decision, feeling that we really didn’t need the extra money as much as we needed our evenings together. It also angered me that he made the choice without discussing it with me first.

That morning I spent a couple of hours at the library and then went to the gym to work out. Since becoming the store manager, my eating and exercising habits had pretty much fallen by the wayside and I needed to get back into the groove. I showered at the gym but then slipped home to change into my business attire. Though I tried to be quiet, I knew Ben was aware of my presence by the way he tossed and turned in bed. I departed quickly, stopping to eat lunch at a neighborhood diner on my way to the store.

I was dog-tired when I got home that night. My feet hurt from being in high heels all day and my brain was spinning from looking at budget reports. I peeled off my clothes and threw on an oversized T-shirt to sleep in. Wearily I staggered to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and take out my contact lenses. The day had been cold and damp so I also took a cold pill as I could feel my sinuses begin to congest. When I finally fell into bed, I hadn’t been there more than a minute before I was fast asleep.

To this day, I don’t know what woke me up. I can only attest to the fact that my eyes opened and I realized it was still dark outside. When I squinted at the clock, I was barely able to make out that it was just after 5:00am. I was about to roll over and go back to sleep when I heard a noise downstairs. Someone was trying to get in the front door and wasn’t being too quiet about it. I reached for the cordless phone by the bed but it was gone. Ben must have made a call earlier in the day and then just set the phone down where ever he ended up in the conversation. It was a habit of his that drove me nuts and now it was having potentially dire consequences.

Fear turned my mouth to cotton and it’s probably just as well that I was unable to call the police. I’m not sure that I would have been able to say anything to them anyway. My heart raced even faster when I heard footsteps climbing the stairs. Our neighbor’s home had been broken into the week before and I was afraid we were about to be the next crime victims in the subdivision. As the footsteps got closer to the bedroom, I reached under the bed and pulled out the shotgun that Ben insisted we keep there. My hands trembled and I watched the doorway. I’m not a great marksman but you don’t have to be when you’re using a shotgun at close range. A figure appeared, framed by the portal and I cocked the gun and snugged it tight against my shoulder. The figure paused for a moment and then moved again. In that instant I pulled the trigger.

A deafening boom split the air and I heard a distinct thud as a body fell into the wall and then crumbled to the floor. My hands were shaking so badly that I nearly dropped the shotgun. Once I got it safely to the mattress I reached for the lamp and almost knocked it over in my attempt to turn on the light. What I saw when the room was illuminated made a strangled scream emerge from my throat. There was Ben, lying in a bloody heap just inside the doorway.

Normally, I am the best person to have around in a crisis as I can usually keep a cool head and a calm demeanor no matter what, but this sent me over the edge. I ran around the upstairs looking for the phone for several minutes before it dawned on me that I might have more success if I could see. I cursed my decision to wait until the weekend to go into the optician to pick up my new glasses and fumbled to get my contact lenses back in. With normal vision restored, I was still running around the house like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. It was a full fifteen minutes later when I finally found the phone (in between the sofa cushions) and was able to call 911.

That day I learned that even at 5:30 in the morning, the sight of police cars and ambulances in front of your house will generally bring out the neighbors. The gentleman who lived across the street came over when he saw me standing outside, still wearing just my nightshirt and shivering in the cold. He wrapped a big blanket around me and then stayed by my side while the police şişli escort questioned me at length about what had happened. I thank God that David was there. He was an attorney and although he limited his practice to real estate development, he knew that I was potentially in a great deal of trouble and advised me not to say anything further until I had legal counsel. At first I balked. I’d done nothing wrong and I wasn’t under arrest so I didn’t feel the need to have a lawyer. But he, in his calm but insistent way, got through to me. Fortunately, he had a friend who did a lot of defense work and Randy came over almost immediately.

I still don’t know whether that was a good thing or not. I wonder, if I’d just cooperated with the police to begin with, would they have simply ruled it an accidental shooting and gone on with their business? Was it the fact that I clammed up and got a lawyer over there within the hour that made them dig deeper? Who knows? I can only say that it was the beginning of nearly six months of hell.

Even though I knew objectively that I’d done nothing wrong and that Ben could have identified himself when he heard me cock the gun, I still carried a ton of personal guilt over his death. It was common knowledge among family and friends that Ben and I didn’t have the ideal marriage. We fought regularly and usually over the smallest of things. When it was revealed that Ben hadn’t gone to work that night and had, in fact, spent the night with his girlfriend, I was accused of having killed him in a jealous rage. Never mind the fact that it’s pretty hard to be jealous when you don’t know your spouse is stepping out on you. And the fact that I was the one who had arranged for us to see a marriage counselor weighed only marginally in my favor. In the end, I was completely exonerated but an emotional wreck. Surprisingly enough, it was Ben’s oldest sister who came to my aid and suggested that I just get away for a while.

My therapist agreed and so I took a leave of absence from my job, left the damp dreary Midwest and headed to Florida. I’d been to Indian Rocks Beach two years before with a couple of my girl friends. Something about the magnificent sunsets over the Gulf of Mexico pulled me back now that I really needed the serenity and I called the realtor who had rented us the condo. Virginia was wonderful and found a small apartment that fit my needs perfectly. Most of the other tenants in the building were middle-aged, like me or older. The odd ducks were the three young men who shared a unit nearby.

I noticed them one night as I was sitting on my balcony drinking a beer. They were cooking on a small grill and obviously having a good time. One of them shouted over an invitation to me. I had to admit that the food smelled very good but I suspected that I was at least 20 years older than they were and didn’t want to become their den mother so I waved them off and continued to watch the sun sink below the horizon.

After nearly 20 years of working full time, two of which were also spent in pursuit of my MBA, forced inactivity didn’t come easily to me. The first few weeks I spent reading. So many novels I’d wanted to read over the years and now I had the time. I’d always been a fast reader and devoured every word. But after a while, I found I didn’t even want to look at a child’s picture book. Playing gin rummy with the seniors in my building every day wasn’t that appealing but I did it just to avoid becoming a hermit.

I continued my nightly ritual of watching the sunset from my patio while drinking a beer. I only allowed myself to drink one per day and only at that time of day. I knew myself well enough that if I didn’t place that restriction; I’d end up drinking far more than I should. Most nights, at least one of the guys was out on the balcony. Sometimes they were cooking. Sometimes they were sitting and drinking as well. They always waved to me and, if they were grilling, they’d extend an invitation to dinner that I would decline.

One Friday night, as I was walking to the fridge to get my beer, there was a knock at my door. I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone and couldn’t even begin to imagine who it might be. I opened the door to see a young man holding two beer bottles. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hallway I could tell that it was one of the neighbor boys.

“Hi,” he said, “Since it didn’t look like you were gonna come visit us, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I dropped by.”

On the one hand I was a little put off by his persistence. On the other hand, he was exceedingly polite. The few times that we’d bumped into each other in the parking lot or even when I was taking out the trash, he was very respectful, said a quiet ‘hello’, smiled and moved on. I’m sure he felt that he’d given me plenty of opportunities to introduce myself. Granted, a more experienced guy would have realized that I just wanted to be left alone, but there was something about his warm, genuine smile that demanded an acknowledgement.

“Well, mecdiyeköy escort since you thought to bring along the LaBatts, I guess it’s okay to let you in,” I said as I stepped aside and allowed him to enter.

He walked all the way to the patio door before he turned around to speak to me.

“Yeah, I noticed that seemed to be your brand.”

“That’s the nice thing about the higher alcohol content of Canadian beer. Twice the buzz for the same volume,” I responded as I walked towards him.

He opened the sliding door to the patio and stepped through the portal. I wasn’t sure just where this encounter was headed. The quiet, almost bashful young man that I thought I knew was changing before my eyes; adopting a supremely self-assured and commanding presence. But since he did still have the beer in his hand and since we were on my home turf, so to speak, I wasn’t really alarmed just puzzled, and so I followed him.

When we were both on the patio, he looked around and noted how sparsely it was furnished. A single lounge chair and side table were the only functional pieces of furniture. Most of the space was taken up with huge pots full of flowers, herbs and other plants. It was one of the things I missed during a normal Midwestern autumn and winter and I was determined to have an abundance of color and scent around me now that I was in a warmer climate.

I immediately stepped back through the door to bring out one of the dining table chairs.

“It’s okay,” he assured me. “We can share.”

I looked skeptically at the lounger. “I don’t think you want me sitting on your lap and you’re way too big to fit on mine.”

He smiled indulgently at me. “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind. Come here.”

He took me by the hand and led me to the chair. First he sat down but let his legs dangle over the sides. Then he encouraged me to sit down between his legs and lean back into his chest. It was a very intimate position and one I wasn’t ready to adopt. Instead, I turned to face him and sat on the lower portion of the chair, with my legs hanging over the edge as well.

He deftly opened the two beers and handed a bottle to me. I felt self-conscious as he watched me take a long swig of mine. It was a habit I’d gotten into when I first started drinking beer. I didn’t really like the taste of the stuff so I drank it in a few long sips just to get past the bitterness. It wasn’t until later that I learned there were better tasting beers on the market, but by then the habit was ingrained.

“So,” I asked, trying desperately to find something innocuous to say, “What do I call you? I don’t think I’ve ever heard your name.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess you wouldn’t have. I’m Bryan.”

“Thanks for the beer, Bryan. I’m Debra.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You know?”

I panicked for a moment trying to determine how he would have found out. My name wasn’t on my mailbox and since it locked, there was no way he could have looked at my mail. He chuckled, as my confusion was apparent just from looking at me.

“Yeah. Mrs. Jankowski doesn’t know how to keep a secret. She told me all about you.”

Ah, one of my gin rummy friends. I should have known better than to confide in a bunch of little old ladies who have nothing else to do but sit around playing cards and gossiping. Still I wondered just how much ‘all about me’ really encompassed. Did she mention that I was a widow whose husband ‘died in a tragic accident’ (which was all I had mentioned of the incident, claiming that my grief was too fresh to talk about it) and on the verge of a nervous breakdown? Or did she simply leave it at the fact that I was not married and just wanted a vacation?

“Thanks. I’ll have to remember that in the future.”

I took another long sip of beer and then stared at him. I tried to figure out why he had taken this intense interest in me. I certainly wasn’t of his generation and stripped of my professional attire and cosmetics, which is how I spent my days here, I was very plain looking; certainly not the type who would normally have attracted the attention of a young hottie like this.

“You know, you’re missing the sunset.”

I craned my neck around to watch the sky change colors as the sun dropped towards the horizon. It was a sight that I hoped I’d never take for granted or grow to feel it was too mundane to bother with. The purples and oranges that painted the sky in such vivid color were difficult to describe and it dawned on me that I probably should bring out my camera and take pictures some time. I had told Ben’s sister about the beautiful scenery when I made my decision to move down here. Perhaps she’d like to see what I meant.

“Debra, you’re gonna get a stiff neck doing that.”

Bryan’s words made me focus once again on the here and now.

“Come on, turn around and sit with me. It’s not like I’m some sort of mad rapist or maniacal killer.”

I was still suspicious but figured that I could at least turn around. I shifted position but maintained several inches of space between our two bodies. I heard Bryan chuckle but I ignored him and took another long swig of my beer. For a long time we sat and watched the sun sink below the horizon. Even after it was completely dark and the stars twinkled brightly in the night sky; we sat in silence and watched as couples took a nighttime soak in the Jacuzzi and beachcombers walked along the edge of the water.

I gasped when I felt his hands touch my back.

“Are you normally this jumpy?” he asked.

“Only around people I don’t know.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you relax. You’re too tense.”

That prompted me to smile. If he thought I was tense now, I wonder what he would have thought of me six months ago. I believed I was pretty relaxed, considering all that I’d been through but he obviously didn’t agree.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“Just give in and go with the flow,” he instructed as his hands moved to my shoulders and neck.

I nodded and tried to release the tension from my body, letting him massage away my stress and cares. I could feel my breathing slow down and become more even. I closed my eyes and listened to the crash of the waves on the beach and the call of the gulls as they flew over the shoreline. It seemed like his hands moved in the same rhythm as the waves and I could almost feel myself begin to sway in synchronization.

“That’s it,” he said softly, almost nuzzling my ear. “Relax and let go of the tension.”

A small voice in the back of my head told me to get up and walk away or I’d be getting into something I really wanted no part in but the truth was, Bryan was right. I was tense. Despite having lived in a nearly idyllic setting for several weeks, paradise had not yet washed away all the residual effects of those horrendous six months. And it felt so good to be touched by a man, even if it was simply a back rub.

It should come as no surprise that my sex life with my husband had gone south along with our relationship. As I flipped through the pages of my mental calendar, I realized that it had been nearly a year since the last time I’d had sex with him. Except for a few ‘moral support’ hugs and shoulder squeezes from my attorney, no man had even touched me since the day I shot Ben. Now I was reveling in the sensation of Bryan’s strong fingers massaging the muscles of my neck and shoulders. I could feel myself growing limp under his expert manipulations.

“Debra.”

I didn’t have time to respond before I felt his lips brush across my neck. All the while his hands continued to squeeze and release my shoulders and upper arms.

“Mmmmm, you smell wonderful; like flowers.”

He nuzzled behind my ear for a moment. “And fresh fruit,” he added. “The perfect Florida scent.”

That caught my attention. It would take a pretty sophisticated nose to identify the blend of peaches and hyacinth that scented the bath products I used. Now I was intrigued and wanted to know more about this young man. Who was he? What did he do for a living? How old was he anyway that he could put together such a smooth seduction? His actions were totally at odds with his apparent age. Once again, I tried to put on the brakes.

“Bryan,” I said, leaning forward away from him, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not? We’re both consenting adults.” He pulled me back to him. “You are over the age of consent aren’t you? I’d hate to be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I celebrated that birthday nearly 30 years ago.” I hoped my message that I was quite a bit older than he was would sink in and make him reconsider his actions. I couldn’t say that I wasn’t enjoying what he was doing and the thought of a roll in the hay with him was interesting but my mind couldn’t get past the age difference. Though he joked about it, I really did feel like I was corrupting a child.

He wrapped his arms loosely around my waist and was quiet for a moment. “Don’t get hung up on numbers, Deb.”

“Easy for you to say. You haven’t hit the down hill side of middle age yet.”

I felt him stand up behind me and then he was lifting me up as well. He turned me around so that I was now looking at his chest. There was no moon shining in the sky. The security light that normally shined outside my patio was burned out and I made a mental note to call the management company about it in the morning. Only the pool lights and a few tiki torches that a few residents used to illuminate their balconies and patios kept away the darkness. Bryan’s rugged handsomeness, so prevalent in daylight, was even more pronounced in the shadows.

“I don’t think this is really about age. I think you’re just afraid.”

I instantly bristled. “Afraid? Of what?”

“Of letting your hair down and just feeling free to be yourself,” he whispered intensely in my ear.

The way my heart was beating certainly reinforced the idea that I was frightened but not for the reason he said. At that moment I was very intimidated by him. The shy, quiet and friendly neighbor disappeared and was replaced by this supremely self confident and insistent young man.

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Important note: Pretend people become adults in this world at 21, but in our society it’s still 18. Bear with it so I can justify this fantasy at least somewhat without the whole “She’s an adult and this can’t happen!” coming up…

With that, on to the story.

*

“Give me your daughter,” The woman said with a feral smile to the trembling man in front of her, as she sat on his couch, wearing a fancy blouse and plaid skirt, with only a chemise on underneath. She figured that it’d come in handy later to not be hampered, but that was for later.

“What.. My daughter?” Mark Saulsky said with a strange tone. The woman in front of him was the one that was currently causing pretty much all his problems in life; the one that owned almost a hundred thousand dollars of debt he owed. Her name was Amy Peterson, and she had come to him today to make him a big offer that could rid him of his debt.”What’s the catch?” He said suspiciously. He really didn’t value his 18 year old girl to be worth that much money.

“Other than not getting her back, nothing.” She said with a smile.

“Is that really all?” He said, still suspecting her of trickery of some sort. Mark really could care less about Lizzie, she was just a burden to him at this point. They talked sometimes, but it didn’t have much substance. If giving her to this woman would solve all his problems with debt, then he’d do it in a heartbeat.

You see, Mark was a single-father who had a gambling addiction that manifested after his wife died giving birth. He was currently 47, and looked like a typical balding old man– his dull brown eyes spoke nothing of depth or life, only an uncaring routine expression that spoke of a man that no longer cared for anything.

“Yep, that’s it.” Amy replied with a smirk. She’d pegged this guy spot-on, neglectful scumbag who’d sell his own daughter out. Of course, she didn’t really plan on doing anything horrible to the daughter. Maybe at first she’d think it’s horrible, but eventually she knew the girl would come around. The neglected type usually crave attention however they can get it, and that’s just a sad fact of life. Overall, Lizzie’s life would be improving.

She’d definitely give the girl the attention her father never provided, and she’d be damned if Lizzie didn’t like it!

“Well… Consider it a deal then.” Mark said. “I’ll be right back,” Mark said, walking into the hallway towards Lizzie’s room, where most likely she was doing her homework or studying for an exam. She really was a hard worker– 4.0 student, helpful towards teachers and peers whenever they needed it. The one person she tried to impress the most, however, really just didn’t care.

Mark knocked on the door. “Lizzie, come out here. Bring your school stuff,” Mark looked back at Amy, who nodded.

A few seconds later, the door opened and out walked a stunningly beautiful teenage girl. She was 18 years old, with gorgeous flaxen hair that came down to her shoulders, with a beautiful fit body and smooth creamy skin. Amy noted how the girl’s breasts had pretty much finished filling out, and were sitting somewhere in the C range, but it was hard to tell the specifics. Her green eyes lit up the entire room, as did her wide smile. Unfortunately, the latter wouldn’t last.”Yes daddy?” Lizzie asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Her father never asked her for anything, and she was hoping she’d finally been noticed by him again.

“You’re gonna to be going with that woman, Amy.” Mark said, walking back over to the couch that Amy wasn’t on at the moment, in front of the TV.

“Wait… what? Daddy what do you mean…?” Lizzie asked, clearly confused.

“You heard me girl, you’re her problem now.” He said, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge he kept next to the couch.

“What? Daddy what do you mean!? Daddy please, no!” Lizzie’s eyes teared up as sobs started wracking her body.

“It’s okay Lizzie… I promise, I’ll take good care of you!” Amy said with a warm smile.

“I don’t care! I don’t want to go with you! Daddy please don’t do this to me!” Lizzie pleaded.

“Shut up girl, I don’t fucking care what happens to you, giving you to her just cleared me of all my debt. You’re worth nothing to me, nevermind a hundred thousand dollars. She can chain you up in her basement for all I care, you’re hers now and you WILL go with her.” Mark said from the couch, not even sparing a glance at his daughter.

Lizzie sat there in shock, processing what had just been said to her. Tears were free-falling down her face and her eyes were red. Numbly, she picked up her backpack and walked out the door to the foreign car in the driveway, and got inside the passenger’s seat without being prompted, before shoving her face into her hands and trembling.

“Well, cya later Mark. Or, I guess not now.” Amy smiled and walked out.

“Good riddance to both of them,” Mark said, taking another drink of his beer.

Out in the car, Amy got into the Driver’s seat and sat down, putting her şişli escort arm around the crying girl in attempted comfort, which provoked no reaction from her. She decided to just let the girl cry it out in silence, gently rubbing circles on her back.

“Why…?” Lizzie eventually choked out.

“Why what, dear?” Amy asked, knowing the answer already.

“Why would you do this to me?” She replied.

Amy chuckled. “In due time, I’m sure you’ll realize why I did it honey.”

“Really? Because I couldn’t ever think of a reason why buying a daughter from her family would be okay!” Lizzie shouted.

“Oh please, you really call that a family? You and him were family only in blood. Why else would he sell his own daughter? Because he didn’t care about you.” Amy softened her voice. “I can take care of you like he wouldn’t, Liz, and I know that you’ll realize it soon.” She said with a gentle smile as she started the car up.

Amy didn’t get a response to that question as the younger girl kept crying. Lizzie was feeling sad, angry, and depressed all at once. She realized what the woman said was true; her dad didn’t love her, and never would or had. That didn’t mean she wanted to be bought off though!

That was the main, and only reason why she didn’t like this woman. She did note that she looked to be in her late 20s though. She really seemed beautiful– with long black hair that flowed just past her shoulders, and smooth creamy skin that wasn’t really pale, but certainly not tan by any means. Her eyes were a deep ocean-blue color, and in another time and place, Lizzie would have called them dazzlingly pretty.

However, she couldn’t care less about her captor’s eyes at the moment. They’d eventually pulled up to a large house– it looked to be 4 stories tall, and was really big in general. Honestly, she’d classify it as a really nice mansion.

“Well, we’re here,” Amy said as she pulled into the driveway and parked the car.

“Great.” Lizzie muttered in a low tone.

“I’ve laid out your future uniform in your room. You’ll find it on the 3rd floor, 2 doors forward on the right. You’ll find 9 of the same outfits in your closet, and 10 normal looking ones for going out in public. If you wish, you can be given more variety in public wear, but when you’re in this house, you’ll always be required to wear your typical outfit. Be down and dressed in 10 minutes.” Amy said, leading the still-silent Lizzie to the entrance of her home.

All around them was forest, other than the bit of clear and trimmed grass that made up a somewhat large yard. Even the road disappeared into forest– there was visually nothing near the house. Amy had bought it a few years ago due to that fact; she didn’t really like having neighbors. It turned out helping her in this case too, when she decided to take a less-than-willing mate.

She didn’t enjoy being a “Bad guy”, but in this case there was simply no other way to separate the miserable girl from her father, due to her everlasting hope that her father would finally notice her.

In all honesty, ever since she’d met the girl 2 years ago, she’d realized that she’d grow up to be a beautiful, strong woman. Granted, she was too young at the time to really have been considered attractive, but the seed was there. Now that the 2 years had past and she’d grown and matured a bit, her hypothesis had clearly come true, as was proven by the beautiful girl who was quietly walking up the stares with a blank expression.

She knew from the girl’s bubbly personality that she’d make a wonderful partner for her in the long run. It seemed that Lizzie didn’t remember seeing her that day that she was visiting to give her father a loan, but she hadn’t forgotten the girl for a single day. She had seen how sad and dejected she looked after his father had dismissed her several times throughout their meeting, and instantly had known what type of case this was.

Anyways, she was hoping the introductory process wouldn’t take too long, and the girl would soon grow to like her even though she most likely hated her at the moment. She didn’t think it would be an issue since she’d be supplying the love and affection that Lizzie had been craving for so long now.

She waited patiently in the living room, eagerly awaiting what would come next as soon as Lizzie came down.

Lizzie, however, was dreading it. As soon as she reached her room and saw the outfit, she blanched. On the bed was a really, really, REALLY short maid outft. All it basically was, was a small white apron in front of her, with a black and white thong/bra. The apron was designed to hang down from her waist and cover in between her legs, while leaving most of the smooth white flesh exposed to whoever was looking on.

Sighing, she stripped naked. She looked down at herself a bit self consciously– she didn’t really think too much of her body. With a blush, she slipped on the outfit, and her fears were confirmed that it covered pretty much nothing expect her private regions. mecdiyeköy escort Even those were on pretty good display, as her cleavage hung out quite a bit- she was surprised the bra even covered her nipples up! Not to mention her butt being all but fully exposed other than her crack which the thong covered.

With a feeling of dread and embarrassment both(This would be the first time anyone had seen her in such a state of undress…) she headed down the stairs, not questioning the fact that she was following orders without argument already.

She nervously walked into the living room where Amy was patiently waiting for her. Upon seeing the woman, she felt a burning contempt come up and she crossed her arms and huffed. Unfortunately, due to the tightness of the bra she was wearing, that caused it to slip a few inches downwards and expose her bright pink nipples to the room, which instantly started hardening.

“Eep!” She squeaked out as she covered her breasts with her hands and pulled the bra back up, her face burning red.

Amy gave out a hearty laugh. “You look lovely deary.” Amy said with a smile.

“Now what do you want?” Lizzie sighed in defeat as she asked the woman that, realizing that she’d have to serve this woman for a while. The thought made her deeply saddened– the thought of just being someone’s slave. But, what it really different than living with her father? She didn’t know.

“Come here.” Amy said, patting the couch next to her. Lizzie walked over and sat down on the couch, looking down at her legs the whole time in order to not have to look at the woman next to her, who had turned her body to face the teen.

“You look absolutely beautiful my dear,” Amy purred out as she placed a hand on Lizzie’s smooth leg.

“T-Thanks…” Lizzie said, her face growing red as a bubbly feeling arose in her stomach, yet it felt like it was tightening a bit as well. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her…

“Your legs are so deliciously smooth and lovely…” Amy murmured as she rubbed her hand up and down the soft skin, inching closer to her thighs every time she came up.

“Ohhh…” Lizzie groaned. “What are you doing to me..?” Lizzie asked as her legs subconsciously parted.

“I’m doing what you’ve always wanted dear,” Was all Amy said as her hand dipped in between her spread legs, which were spreading even wider as she did that.

“No…” Lizzie whispered, even as her body betrayed her and moisture was building up in her lower regions. “Don’t do this, please…” Lizzie murmured with no feeling behind it.

“Don’t do what…” Amy asked sweetly. “This?” She whispered as her fingers went under the thin fabric of her underwear and rubbed along the surface of the young girl’s slit.

“Oh Gods..” Lizzie mewled as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over her.

“You’re so wet Liz, am I turning you on?” Amy teased as she rubbed her hand against Lizzie’s erect clit.

“N-No!” Lizzie said as her eyes closed because of the sensations Amy’s rubbing was giving her.

“Your body says different hun,” Amy said in a sultry tone.

“S-Stop it… this is wrong…” Lizzie panted out as Amy’s fingers dipped into her pulsing hot vagina.

“Is it really wrong Liz? Then tell me why it feels so right?” Amy responded and leaned over Lizzie’s body, effectively restraining her to where she was. With her free hand, she cupped Lizzie’s cheek and leaned in to kiss the young girl’s parted lips.

“Wha- MPPHH!” Amy’s lips crashed into hers with a force and started hungrily devouring hers, as if a pair of deliciously warm, soft leeches were placed over her mouth. Amy shoved her tongue deep into Lizzie’s mouth, seeking out the teen’s soft muscle with her own.

Throughout all of this, Amy started thrusting her finger into the young blonde faster and faster, reaching deep within the tight cavern of love. She felt the girl writhe beneath her every time her finger penetrated her, and would wager that her resolve was starting to falter in the face of the pleasure she was providing.

“Fuck… It feels so good!” Lizzie cried out as Amy added a second finger into her thrusts. Lizzie’s mind was quickly becoming clouded by lust and pleasure, and her hands had somehow found their way underneath her bra and were currently playing with her nipples; kneading them and pinching them frequently.

“I know hun, I know,” Amy said. Taking her finger out(Which elicited a whine from Lizzie), she stood up and got in between Lizzie’s still parted bare legs. She ripped down the panties that were still covering the blonde’s mound, quickly discarding them. She took this opportunity to remove the girl’s bra(Which Lizzie’s hands were still working underneath), and her apron which was tied in the back.

“Wait, no… I don’t like this, what am I doing? Please just leave me alone!” Lizzie said as her hands shot away from her breasts in disgust at what she’d been doing. She couldn’t have been aroused… She simply couldn’t have been!”

Lizzie couldn’t get up with Amy in front of her, so she brought her legs up to the couch and tried to crawl across it, scampering across the fabric in an attempt to escape the woman while she had the chance. This had gone too far, she didn’t want this!

“Uh uh uh, you’re staying right here young lady…” Amy said and grabbed Lizzie by her hips, pulling her back roughly and pushing her flat on her stomach, crawling on top of her and laying across her body.

With her lips near Lizzie’s ears, she whispered “What am I going to do with you Liz? I can’t have you running away from me now can I?” She lightly bit down on her earlobe.

“Ohhh..” Lizzie moaned as her face turned red. Even as she wanted to escape the woman’s clutches, this was easily the most erotic few minutes of her life, and she could feel a seeping wetness pressing against her lower back where Amy’s pussy was pressed against her, likely rubbing in circles as Amy suckled on her ear. She could feel her urge to run away lessening every second as her feelings of pleasure and passion returned.

“Now, let’s get on with that punishment, shall we?” Amy whispered in a husky tone as she grabbed Lizzie by the stomach, picking her up easily and sitting down with Lizzie in her lap, specifically on one of her legs. Amy could feel the large amount of moisture on the girl’s cunny as her thighs pressed against her leg– it seemed to be gushing by now, and by the sound of her pants, she seemed to be really turned on at being forced to submit.

The older woman pushed Lizzie’s body down and draped her across her knee, trapping her lower body with her other leg and leaving her head and torso hanging down.

“W-Wha?” Lizzie gasped out as her body was slung along like a doll wherever Amy wanted her to go. She had given up on struggling, as it seemed to be useless.

“You’ve been a naughty girl Liz…” Amy said as she caressed the young girl’s butt gently, before raising her hand and delivering a large smack.

“Ahhh!” Lizzie cried out as she felt a sharp pain on her backside. “Stop! Please stop this!” Lizzie whined.

Slap! Smack! Crack!

The blows rained down on the young girls ass every few seconds, and through the pain, Lizzie was getting more flushed by the second.

“Please… no more!” Lizzie whined as her whole body tingled with lust.

“No more… What?” Amy said, which confused Lizzie.

“I said please!” Lizzie said. “Guh!” Another smack sounded throughout the room and Lizzie’s body was pushed forward from the force of the slap.

“What else..” Amy said in a low tone as she ran her hand up and down Lizzie’s hindquarters before slapping it again. Her other hand had found its way to Lizzie’s exposed breasts, and was roughly gropin one.

“Please stop, mistress… I’ll do whatever you want.” Lizzie said in defeat. “Ahh! God…” Lizzie moaned as a light smack caressed her butt as Amy sat the other girl up into her lap, between her legs this time. She wrapped her arms around Lizzie’s chest lovingly.

“Good girl,” She said, rubbing the blonde’s nipples slowly and gently.

“Oh please… more!” Lizzie squeaked out. Her conflicting emotions were still there, but her rational side was losing out to the pleasure this woman made her feel.

“Turn around.” Amy said, loosening her arms. Lizzie was quick to comply, wrapping her legs around Amy’s back and facing her now.

“Kiss me.” Amy ordered, wanting to force Lizzie to take the initiative with this.

“Okay,” Lizzie whispered as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the black haired woman’s lightly. Her hardened nipples were pressing into Amy’s chest as she moved their bodies closer, pressing herself against her beautiful captor tightly.

Amy’s hands snaked around Lizzie and held her tightly, one of her hands staying on her back and pushing Lizzie towards her, and the other was tenderly caressing the blonde teen’s sore butt.

Amy broke the kiss and dived in towards Lizzie’s neck, wanting to please the girl even more. She nuzzled her head into the crook of her neck and gently kissed and sucked all along the smooth flesh, leaving red love-marks in her wake. Lizzie was forced to turn her head upwards when Amy got to the under-parts of her chin, baring the entirety of her neck to the older woman.

“Yesss…” Lizzie sighed as she felt the light kisses trailing across her neck. She loved the feel of someone marking her in such an intimate spot– of being lavished with attention.

Amy started to work her way down Lizzie’s chest, planting kisses as she went. As she did so, she lifted the teen’s body higher and higher up in her arms. When she got to the girl’s breasts, she paused to suck and nibble on the solid pink nipples and planted kisses around them. Lizzie felt weird being raised up above her new mistress like that, but really enjoyed the sensations she was being given.

“Please…” She mewled out, feeling like her cunny was about to explode from how turned on she was, due to Amy’s attention on her decent-sized breasts.

“Please what?” Amy asked in between kisses.

“Please… Um… makemecumpleasemistress!” Lizzie whispered quickly.

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Jude’s spacious bathroom was a consequence of the Victorian layout of the building, but that was the only thing that was old fashioned about it. It had been extensively modernised and all the fittings were to the latest standard, including a bidet, an enormous free-standing bath and a shower cubicle big enough for the both of them. Karen looked around in a mixture of amazement and envy.

“Good, isn’t it?” Jude commented, with a note of pride in her voice. “I came into quite a bit of money when my aunt died, and I spent most of it on the house; I rather like my creature comforts. Now, before we get in the shower, there’s something I’ve been meaning to do ever since I met you; I can’t be doing with untidy pubic hair, so that thatch of yours has got to go. Sit on the edge of the bath.”

Up to that point Karen had never even considered trimming her pubic hair; it wasn’t the sort of thing done by ‘nice’ girls, but now even this most intimate part of her was under Jude’s control. So she wasn’t about to demur as she perched on the rim of the porcelain bath, whilst Jude went over to the bathroom cabinet to fetch out an electric razor and a comb. With a curt ‘open wide’ Jude nudged Karen’s knees apart and knelt down in front of her. First she ran the comb through Karen’s pubic hair, combing it as straight as possible before using the comb as a guard, laying it flat against Karen’s body and using the clipper attachment on the razor to shave off anything that protruded. In this way it was no time before the entire area was trimmed so that the remaining hair was only the length of the comb’s width. With this done, Jude set to work shaving the bikini line so that all that was left was a neat triangle of short fuzz. Although Jude was being totally matter of fact about what she was doing, there was no getting away from the fact that she was using a vibrating electric motor around Karen’s most sensitive parts, and Karen found the smorgasbord of sensations teasingly arousing.

“There, that will do for now,” Jude commented as she brushed away a few remaining hairs and stood back up. “I don’t expect to have to do this again. It’s up to you to look after it from now on; you’ll get punished if it’s not up to my standard. Now, come along, let’s get in the shower.”

Whilst Jude went over and fiddled with the controls of the shower Karen stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. With the protective covering of hair all but gone she looked open and exposed; and she couldn’t help but reach down and run her fingers across the short fuzz that Jude had left, feeling the texture with the tips of her fingers. Simply doing that gave her delicious tingle and as her fingertips teased at the stubble she was becoming increasingly aware of how long she had been kept waiting for release. Jude, finally satisfied by the water temperature looked over at Karen.

“Did I say you could play with yourself?” She snapped.

“No, no Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress,” Karen admitted, shamefaced at being caught masturbating.

“Well stop it at once and get in the shower.” Jude held the cubicle door open and motioned Karen to get in. Jude evidently had no problem with water pressure as, when Karen was positioned underneath the showerhead, the water pummelled her skin in a delicious massage. Karen was enjoying the shower and wondering just what was required of her when Jude took control and, telling Karen to stand still, washed her down, first shampooing her hair and then soaping her body with a fragrant shower gel. Again Jude seemed to be making a point of being businesslike rather than sensuous, which reinforced the objectification that Karen was feeling; although Jude was doing all the work Karen was still the submissive one, she was a toy, a possession, Jude’s to own and control. Having said that it still seemed to Karen that Jude was maybe a little overzealous when it came to shampooing her groin, both front and back, not that she was complaining.

As Jude eased the soapy gel up and down the crack of her bottom Karen was in sheer heaven and when Jude used the lubricity of the gel to slip the tip of her finger past the rosebud of Karen’s anus, she couldn’t help but squeak with delight. Jude responded by pushing further and a combination of the warm water, the feel of Jude’s soapy skin as they stood close together, and the tip of Jude’s finger as it invaded her backside was almost too much for Karen and she found herself pushing rhythmically against Jude’s body trying to get pressure to bear on the core of her sex.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jude said, her first words since they had entered the shower.

“Ooh, yes, yes please, Mistress,” Karen replied breathlessly as she humped away.

“And do you want a little more?” Jude pushed her finger just a fraction deeper.

“Yes, yes please,” Karen urged.

“Well you’ll just have to wait.” Jude removed her finger, pulled away and reached again for the shower gel. “Now stand still whilst I finish washing nişantaşı escort you. I can’t be doing with all this wriggling about.”

“Oh please, please Mistress, please don’t stop,” Karen begged, still trying to rub herself against Jude’s body. “I’m so close, I’ve waited so long.”

“You, young lady, are going to have to learn to control yourself. Now stand still and let me finish off.”

Felling like a five-year-old who had been told to stand in the corner, Karen hung her head and just stood there. Meanwhile Jude unhooked the showerhead and used it in her hand to rinse Karen down again taking extra care with her groin. As she directed the high power jet of water against Karen’s front it was almost too much and Karen had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out loud. With Karen clean all over, Jude quickly washed herself before turning off the water and leading them out of the shower. As Karen stood dripping on the bath mat, Jude reached for two towels off the heated rail and passed one over.

Whilst Karen towelled off her shoulder length hair, she couldn’t help but stare at Jude as she too dried herself. There was something about her self-confidence, the way she held herself, that hinted at her inner power and Karen felt enthralled. She had never felt like this before about anyone but all Jude had to do was ask and she would obey, grateful that she be allowed to do so. Jude caught her staring and gave her a little smile, a smile that made Karen’s heart sing. She wondered what would happen next.

“You’re getting horny, aren’t you?” Jude asked with a smile. Karen could only blush in return. How could she reply, how could she explain that although her needs were physical as well as emotional, it felt cheap to dismiss them as simply ‘horny’? Jude came over and stood in front of Karen reaching down with her hand to stroke the fuzz on Karen’s mons.

“Yes, indeed, quite a horny little sub. You’ve been good so far but after that little exhibition in the shower it looks like we might have to do something to keep you under control. Wait here a minute.” Jude put on a towelling dressing gown and left the bathroom. Moments later she returned, holding a couple of pink objects and something black and strappy in her hand. These she put down on the lid of the wash basket, before turning to the bathroom cabinet and rummaging inside. Karen stared at the pile trying to make out what it all was; the pink items consisted of a plain egg-like shape and what, from the switches on the front, looked like it might be a control unit. As for the black object, apart from the straps there was a plain black triangle and a black pole shaped attachment. Was it Karen’s imagination or was the pole shaped like a man’s thingy? Whilst Karen had been distracted, Jude had fetched out what looked like a large toothpaste tube. She took the top off and squeezed out some of the contents of the tube onto the forefinger of her right hand.

“Seeing as how you can’t seem to control yourself it looks like we’re going to have to give you a little help. Now bend over and put your hands on the side of the bath. That’s right. Now spread your legs… wider. There, stay like that.”

As soon as Karen was suitably positioned she felt Jude come and stand next to her and then the shock of Jude’s finger pushing once more against the puckered ring of her anus. The tube must have contained some sort of lubricant as Jude’s finger felt cool and smooth as, after an initial resistance, it slipped in easily. Jude was able to ease it back and forth until Karen’s entire back passage was nice and slippery. However this didn’t last long; Jude removed her finger, went over to the basin and washed her hands. Then she went back to the wash basket and fetched the strappy contraption and this time Karen felt something much larger pushing against her. Now she realised just where the pole shape, the dildo part of the strappy object, was going to go.

“This will be a lot easier if you just relax,” Jude urged, as she worked the tip of the dildo against Karen’s sphincter. Karen wondered how on earth she was supposed to relax as, whilst the tip of Jude’s finger had felt pleasurable, this was a very different matter. For a start it was considerably thicker and, even with the lubrication, it was going to be a tight fit. Indeed, at first Karen didn’t think it was going to fit at all but, once it was past her sphincter, Jude was able to ease it in, centimetre by centimetre, and, just when Karen was wondering whether she could take any more, she felt the strapping nestle in between the cheeks of her buttocks.

Once the dildo was fully inserted Jude ordered Karen to stand up and face her. The strap that ran up behind her was looped around a belt, which Jude fitted around Karen’s waist locking it in place with a small padlock. A long black triangle hung down from the front of the belt and this, in turn, could be connected to a strap that ran forward from the dildo so that it ended up like some bizarre şişli escort thong made of a black rubbery material.

However, before fitting this final part of the jigsaw, Jude went back to the wash basket and returned with the egg shaped object. With a curt ‘open wide’ she eased open Karen’s nether lips with one hand whilst offering up the egg shaped object with the other. This time there was no need for lubrication, Karen’s constant state of arousal saw to that, and the egg slipped in easily. It would have slipped straight out again but, before it could do so, Jude took the bottom end of the triangle and pushed it back between Karen’s legs and, after adjusting it so that it was a snug fit, she locked it in place with a second padlock. Now she was wearing it Karen could see how cleverly it had been made. The whole contraption could only be removed by undoing the padlock at the front but, by undoing the padlock between her legs, she could be exposed to answer calls of nature or for whatever games Jude might have in mind.

As Jude stood back up Karen got a glance of herself in the mirror. The chastity belt, for that was what it effectively was, covered her front in a broad triangle and, although, at a push, she might be able to squeeze her fingers underneath, it was made of a hard rubbery material and there was precious little give so she surely wouldn’t be able to play with herself. Moreover it would certainly ensure that the dildo stayed firmly lodged in her backside and the pink object, whatever that was, would stay in her ‘front bottom’.

“There, that’s better, walk around a bit. Let’s make sure it all fits comfortably,” Jude ordered and Karen took a few tentative steps and, at Jude’s bidding, bent forward to pick a towel off the floor. As she did so the strapping pulled painfully at the dildo in her backside and Karen realised that ‘comfortable’ was a relative word and she was going to have to move carefully from now on.

“There, that’s perfect.” Jude said, standing back with her head to one side. “That will keep temptation at bay.”

As Karen had walked about she had found that it would do more than keep temptation at bay. The inside of the triangle was mostly smooth but the lower part was ridged in such a way as it separated her lower lips and, as she moved about, she was always gong to be aware of the way it rubbed directly against her most sensitive parts. Not only would the contraption deny her relief, it would also ensure that she was constantly kept on the edge of arousal. Furthermore there was no way she was going to forget that she had the dildo firmly inserted inside her anus. What did confuse her was whatever it was that Jude had inserted into her ‘front bottom’. Whilst she could feel it was there and, with the chastity belt in place there was no way it was going anywhere else, it didn’t do anything; it was neither arousing nor uncomfortable.

“We’d best sort out your hair. If we leave it to dry naturally it will look a mess and that will never do,” Jude commented. “I’ve got a hairdryer somewhere; come along.”

Jude led Karen back to the bedroom and sat her down at the dressing table. Gingerly Karen let herself down onto the chair feeling the dildo forced deeper inside her as she did so. As with bending over, this was another manoeuvre that the belt restricted. At first she put her hands in her lap but Jude told her brusquely to cross them behind her back. The hairdryer took some finding as Jude, with her short hair, would have had little use for it and it was seldom used. Whilst she waited, Karen looked around the dressing table. There was precious little feminine about what lay there; Jude definitely wasn’t much of a one for make up, for example. At last Jude found the hairdryer at the bottom of a drawer, so she pulled it out, untangled the wiring and plugged it in. Again Karen wasn’t allowed to do anything but sit there whilst Jude sorted her out. She found herself passing the time by clenching her buttocks and exploring the differing range of sensations that doing so produced from the dildo inside her. Whilst it was far from comfortable, there was something piquant about the full sensation it gave and Karen would have been hard pushed to say whether she liked it or not.

“Well, that’s you sorted,” Jude said at last. “The bathroom is a mess, the bed needs tidying and I want dinner on the table by seven so you had best get a move on. What do you say?”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress,” Karen responded.

“See you later then,” Jude said as she went off down stairs.

Seeing as how she was in the bedroom Karen started by tidying the bed. It really didn’t need much, just straightening round where their acrobatics had ruffled the duvet. Karen noticed that both the headboard and tailboard were wrought iron and that, in addition to the cuffs that had been used to hold her in place earlier, there were others at the bottom corners, all of which were firmly and permanently anchored. The ones at the foot mecidiyeköy escort at the bed were discretely tucked away under the mattress, so Karen did the same with the others.

She was just finishing up when she felt a twinge ‘down there’. It was as if… but surely… it was as if whatever Jude had pushed inside her had just moved of its own accord. Suddenly it did it again and this time for longer. The damn thing was vibrating in short random bursts. And then it dawned on her; there had been two pink objects; evidently the one that was inside her was a vibrator, one which worked on remote control, and the other part, the one currently in Jude’s possession, must be the controller. Although Jude was not in the same room as she, Jude was still going to be able to control its movements. For thirty seconds or so Jude turned it on to full blast and Karen had to sit on the side of the bed with her hands clamped between her thighs as she rode the wave of sensations. However it wasn’t long before the vibrations returned to a lower setting, just enough to make sure there were now two items inside her she was constantly aware of.

As Karen moved on to the bathroom she was finding it hard to concentrate. Although Jude was downstairs she had not forgotten Karen and was constantly playing with the remote controller; in particular she would leave it on one setting for a while and then, just as Karen was getting used to the rhythm, Jude would once again play with the settings and Karen would have to get used to another one. At one point she even switched it off which was, in some way worse, as it left Karen on tenterhooks wondering how long she was going to have to wait and what setting it would be on when it started again. The final straw was when she was on her hands and knees sweeping up the pile of pubic hair left from where she had been shaven and a sudden burst of full power made her jerk and spill the lot again. In semi-despair she looked up and caught sight of herself in the mirror. With her mood shattered, she felt she looked ridiculous crawling about wearing nothing but this stupid chastity belt. What was she doing, what had he got herself involved with? Being ravished by Jude had been wild and exciting, being shaven and showered had been strangely erotic, being fitted with the chastity belt was sweet surrender but this, this endless teasing, was neither one thing nor another, and had gone far beyond pleasure and into the realms of the wearisome. It had completely destroyed any good mood or sexy feeling. Determined to see it through, she carried on with the cleaning but the more it went on the more it was getting to her. She was nearly in tears by the time the bathroom was finished and she went downstairs to find Jude, still in her dressing gown, with her feet up on the sofa reading a magazine in the front room.

“Please, Mistress,” she said, uncertain as to what reaction she would get.

“What is it?” Jude said as she put down the magazine.

“Please, the vibrator thingy, please don’t tease any more.”

“What, like this?” Jude said taking the controller out of her pocket and turning the dial on the front up to full.

“Please, Jude, stop!” Karen cried out. She fell to her knees next to the sofa. “Please, Jude, we need to talk. When I agreed to come her I agreed to be your ‘slave’ and I still agree to that; I’ll do anything you want, in bed or out of it, but this, this is just cruel.” Karen had tears in her eyes. “Please, I want to play but please play nice.”

“Are you telling me what I can or can’t do? That’s not your place, not your place at all. You’re my property and I can do whatever I want to you. A Mistress is supposed to be cruel and you had best get used to it.” Jude started to rebuke Karen for her outburst, but as soon as she started something about the look in Karen’s eyes held her back. “OK, let’s come out of role for a moment,” she continued, her tone softer this time. “You knew when you agreed to this that I would be a harsh and now, now as soon it’s got real, you’re complaining about it.”

“But… but… but there’s playing at being cruel and really being cruel.” Karen tried to explain herself. “You’re supposed to be my friend, you’re supposed to care about me, but what you’re doing with that damn vibrator isn’t turning me on, quite the contrary, it’s giving me a headache and that’s turning me right off. If only you would just leave it on one setting for a while….”

Jude had been quite taken aback by this. Was she supposed to be Karen’s friend? Well, yes, but not at the moment, that was not what the weekend was all about. But, on the other hand, Karen was right, it was all a game, and as Karen was getting genuinely distressed…. Suddenly the game was far less simple. Still, now that it had come out in the open they might as well get it sorted.

“Hmm… is there anything else you’re not happy with?” Jude asked, barely able to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

“It’s… Look, Jude, I know that being naked is all part and parcel of being your slave but can we turn the heating up a bit. It’s all very for you, wrapped up in that lovely bathrobe but I’m freezing. It’s really hard to feel cold and sexy at the same time.”

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My younger, nineteen year old brother was driving me crazy with his obvious insensitivity over the two months he’d been home during the summer holidays. I am a twenty-five year old school teacher, so I was also at home. I couldn’t understand how he failed to not know how utterly vulgar and disturbing it was, always walking around the house with a permanent lift, yes, a hard-on of varying proportions. Nobody could be that dumb. I can’t count the number of times I simply felt like slapping him across his head. I’d seen it now and then over the years; it’s expected in a young man. But suddenly it was there in my face every day, every turn I make. I know mommy noticed it too. I’ve seen her look and quickly look away. But neither of us mentioned it to the other.

One day I found it really overbearing and got damned pissed off, maybe for a more personal reason; me and my boyfriend had split a few weeks before the summer school break, and I’d decided that I wasn’t going to date anybody for a while, maybe for the rest of the year. Just start anew in the new-year, with a careful eye out for egotistical assholes like the one I’d just left. Despite growing hornier as the weeks went by without sex, I was steadfast in my resolve — no dating — so it was highly annoying trying to be chaste, and right there in your own home there’s someone walking round openly with a hard cock day after day, making you think of sex; evoking from you memory times of you lying on your back taking good dick. Mommy was not home from work yet, so I decided to let him have a piece of my mind.

“Sidney, you’re not a little boy anymore, you’re a young man. You’re old enough to know it’s not appropriate walking around the house all the time in the presence of your big sister and mother with an erection. At least, try to hide it if it’s so hard to keep down,” I said, trying to sound reasonable and mentioning mom in the hope that would jolt him.

He shrugged and looked at me with a blank face, “What my erection got to do with de two of y’all?”

“I just told you boy, it’s inappropriate and annoying,” I said, still trying to be calm.

“It’s not annoying to me, and I don’t see anything wrong; It’s natural.”

“Sidney, It’s not annoying to you because it’s yours. What if I or mommy walk around all the time with our breasts outside or only wearing panties with the … outline of our … our … vaginas showing, wouldn’t you find that inappropriate?” I asked

“Nope, Y’all ain’t ugly or flabby.” He said snickering.

I felt like screaming at the little fucker. It was as If he was deliberately trying to get me mad.

“You had better learn to keep it down or someday somebody might grab it and pull it off,” I said, laughing, despite being so mad.

“Somebody like who,” he asked.

“Somebody like me … try me and you’ll see … keep walking around with it like that and one of these days I’ll just reach out and grab it off … like a banana from off a bunch.”

“You grab mine, and I’ll grab yours … fair is fair,” he said.

“I don’t have anything like that for you to grab, bro.”

“I’ll grab whatever you have down there,” he said, looking straight between my thighs with a lingering gaze.

I was wearing short spandex tights, and no doubt was showing a bit of camel toe, or a little bump at least. His eyes, fastened where they were, made me briefly twitch down there and I quickly, mentally, beat away the emotion if you can call it that.

“You wouldn’t dare, Sidney … I’m your big sister … don’t play fresh with me boy … you just know your place,” I declared, livid at him for even thinking such a thing, and also with myself for having felt, even though only, briefly, the heat of his eyes on my crotch.

He shrugged and walked away.

Two days later, again while mommy was at work, the brazen little fucker walked past me wearing only, old and worn, slack boxer briefs, with what looked like about seven inches of hard cock pushing out the thin fabric. I became filled with rage, convinced that he was doing this shit deliberately for some kind of perverse satisfaction. I turned around, ran behind him and grabbed the hard tool. The feel of it in my hands, I’ll admit, sent a shiver of longing through me, and when he reached out and grabbed me behind the back with one hand and with the other, cupped my already twitching pussy through the soft, stretch shorts I was wearing, I nearly relented to the touch of pleasure and shock caused by his massaging hand. Before I could lose control to feelings, I raised my hand and knocked his away from my crotch. It wasn’t until he started grinning and looking down at his mid-section I realized that I had somehow forgotten to let go of his throbbing cock as I had intended after knocking away his hand. I dropped it like it was a hot rock

“Sidney … what the hell … that’s gross and disrespectful … I’m your sister, boy,” was all I could manage to say through trembling lips, as my legs also trembled under the pressure of awakened şişli escort erotic longings.

“So it alright fuh you to grab me cock, but not alright fuh me to grab you pussy … fuck off Shirley,” he said.

“Boy, mind your language … who you think yuh talking to … right now I am mad at you for what you did … don’t make it worse … yuh better pray I don’t tell mommy,” I said weakly, so shocked was I. But I saw his steps falter when I mentioned mommy.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, I noticed his unease, which continued throughout the next day well into night. But when he realized that I hadn’t said anything to mommy he relaxed.

Then came the announcement from the government about the Covid 19 curfew, lockdown and social distancing. Some civil servants, mommy was one, did their work from home. We made two trips, a week apart, to do shopping, and stocked up with at least three months of vital supplies. Vegetables, we bought from farmers’ vans that passed through our neighborhood. We went nowhere after that, except for mom to cash monthly dependents voucher checks from our late father’s pension. Sidney was his usual walking-erection self, day and night.

The days went by with me growing increasingly horny because of voluntary chastity and Sidney flaunting his manhood. Mommy used to be a hairdresser, so because of hair salons not being available, mom did both my and Sidney’s dreadlocks, twisting the new growth into locks to keep it neat. One day I was sitting opposite mommy and Sidney, reading a book and occasionally looking at them as mommy did his hair. Mom was sitting on the sofa, legs spread and dress hitched way up her thighs. Sidney was between her thighs, sitting on the floor as her fingers worked over his hair. I saw the little fucker deliberately raise his arms up and run them along mom’s smooth, fifty year old slim-thick chocolate thighs, bracing inappropriately against them, his elbows reaching way up the inner softness. He was obviously titillating himself at his mother’s expense. I looked between his legs and saw the moving tent. I could have screamed at him, but for mommy’s sake held my peace.

Later that day, when mommy was out of hearing I accosted him in the kitchen and laughingly said:

“You are really not going to make an effort to keep that thing down, eh … what’s really wrong with you?”

“You want it down, you make it go down, Shirley, it not a problem to me,” he said blank faced.

He stared at my firm, high C-cup breasts under the thin, close camisole. I felt my nipples grow hard under his bold stare. His eyes then travelled slowly down to my slim-thick thighs, a slightly smaller replica of my mommy’s. Her breasts, on the other hand, were smaller than mine. I sucked my teeth and walked away from him, knowing he was ogling my thick ass and thigh backs hugged by thin light green leotards.

The next day Mommy went to cash her voucher, which meant she would be away for a minimum of two hours at the least. I decided the time had come to teach Sidney a lesson, once and for all, one way or the other. I went up to my room and took off the skirt I was wearing and my tank top, remaining only in white lace, boy-shorts panties. I came down and paraded in front of him in the living room for about ten minutes, finding one thing after the other to fix right.

Finally, I said, “You don’t find how I am dressed, offensive and disgusting?”

“No, because you’re hot … yuh got nice boobs … and a fat pussy … nothing offensive in that … actually I enjoying it.”

His words just made my pussy begin to spring water. His eyes moved from boobs to crotch repeatedly.

“But I’m your big sister, Sidney,” I said, pleading to his morals and pleading to save myself from what I was feeling and thinking.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re beautiful and thick … you make my cock hard,” he said, eyeing me up unashamedly, causing me to get wetter between my thighs and lighter in the head.

I drew a deep breath and decided to offer up a compromise that had suddenly sprung to mind, even as I was asking myself ‘who do you think you’re fooling?’ Because the fact was, I wanted cock, period. If I gave him anything — a hand job was what I had in mind — it might very well lead to everything, judging from the way I was feeling. And If I let him fuck me then, there’d be no preventing myself from doing it again and again. I decided to give it a try, promising myself to hold steady and not take the giant leap.

“You said the other day if I want it to go down, I have to make it go down … Well here’s the deal … I’ll make it go down this once and you’ll try to keep it down from now on, okay … Its not nice you being like this all the time around me and mommy … we have a deal?”

“Sounds alright to me,” he said, unbridled excitement in his eyes.

I kneeled down in front of him and dragged his shorts down, freeing the hard, vein-laced brown cock. I dragged his shorts all the way off, threw it behind my back and mecidiyeköy escort began pumping his rod furiously. He sighed heavily and leaned back, eyes closed. I gripped the joy stick real hard and pumped away, sometimes pulling it down and shifting angles, like gears. I filled my hand with saliva to better give him a tender feel, telling myself, ‘yeah girl, you can do this and get this thing over with once and for all’. But then I felt his toes wriggling in my wet crotch and shortly after he straightened up and leaning forward, took both of my big breasts in his hands and began feeling them up — massage would be too mild a word. I knew right then I was a goner. I slipped off my wet panties, turned around and got on knees and elbows on the soft carpet.

“Make it go down inside me baby brother.”

He grabbed me around the hips and pulled me closer as he slid to the edge of the sofa. I felt his cock slide into my pussy, and I let out a loud: Oooooooooh! I felt him take one thigh at a time and lift my legs onto the chair, leaving me balanced on elbows on the floor. He began pounding my pussy with neat little jabs. I cried out:

“Aiiiiiiiiiiieeee … Unnnnnnnh!”

As he slid back and forth in my wet passage, with quick jerking strokes I found myself wondering where in hell and when, he’d acquired the sexual know-how he was displaying. His brazen behavior throughout the episode leading up to me being on my elbows taking his hard cock, could be understood; driven by an over active libido he just went head on for what he wanted by showing his need. But now, putting me so easily into this position that no man had ever placed me in, was more than just imagination; this was the work of someone accustomed to sexual experimentation. I didn’t dwell on that too long, though, the feel of the hard young cock moving up in me after going without any for months was so sweet, I just surrendered my thoughts and emotions to that and that alone

Without breaking contact Sidney eased me back to the floor onto all fours and pounded me vigourously until to my surprise, and pleasure, he stood up, and lifting me under the thighs, up with him, held me like a wheel barrow. I’d heard girlfriends talk about the wheelbarrow pose, but had never experienced it before now. Smiling at the creativity of my little brother, I indulged him by walking across the floor on my hands while he fucked me from behind adeptly. When I could no longer remain like that I told him, and he let me down. I went to the sofa and sat on it bringing my fat ass to the edge and leaned back. He moved toward me his dick sticking out menacingly. He kneeled down, but instead of sticking his cock back in my pussy as I expected, he attacked it with his mouth, licking the engorged, clean shaven lips, inside and outside, tasting my juices, before sending his tongue as deep as it could go inside my pink privacy.

He probed and wriggled his seemingly experienced tongue in my deep pink, sending me wild with pleasure, and when he moved to my clit and stared licking and sucking on it I felt my orgasm coming on. I grabbed his head to keep it in place, and not let the moment of explosion slip away. When I came and my body started to jerk, he held my thighs, keeping his mouth on me, but under the pressure of the big O and the accompanying increased sensitiveness of my tingling clit, I couldn’t bear for it to be touched. I squealed and pushed him off, as I jerked spasmodically.

When my body finally became still and I lay panting, he pulled me up by the hands and led me to his room. I went willingly and happily. I threw myself on the bed and spread my juicy, slim-thick thighs as wide as I could, almost in a perfect split, and smiling, beckoned him with a crooked finger. He got between my legs and entered me. Placing his hands under my knees and pressing them back to keep me wide in the split, he went deep, to the hilt, and started rolling his hips and grinding against my squashed lips.

He remained buried deep in me and grinding, for some time, leaning over and licking my neck, shoulders and my armpits, then sucking my bubbies endearingly, as if fearful they may break off. He rose his body up and started pumping fast while panting like a puppy. I looked up and saw him grimacing with lips spread and teeth clamped together, eyes closed tight. I reached up and firmly tweaked both of his nipples, and suddenly his slim, muscular body jerked, stiffened and then began jerking again a he sent spurt after spurt of semen in me. at the first sign of him coming, I almost told him to pull out, but just as suddenly changed my mind, thinking, what the fuck, fill me up with cum, boy. So I relaxed and let his throbbing and squirting cock send everything it had into me. And it felt so fucking good, I started laughing. He was laughing too.

We remained in bed, silent, communicating only by way of hands and mouths seeking and caressing body parts. He turned me over onto my belly and with me laying straight and flat, legs just slightly spread, he pulled aside my fluffy cheeks and entered me smoothly. He rode me for a long time in that position, till we were both sweating profusely. He seemed to be getting some extra pleasure out of bouncing on his sister’s fat ass cheeks, and did it with gusto, sometimes chuckling boyishly as he made deliberate, hard bounces. I bucked and bounced back nicely under him, to match his rhythm and enthusiasm for my pussy and bouncy ass.

“I could bounce on this batty forever … just stay right heah fuh life,” he said.

But he didn’t get to stay there for life, because shortly after his body shook forcefully and he began cumming. He kept plugging away after cumming, and maybe a minute after, I was cumming too. I lay panting and sweating and reveling in the afterglow, while thinking about the future and how I was gonna handle this new shift in relationship with my little brother. He got up and went to his desk and picked up his phone. He sat on his chair and smiling at me began texting away, saying he’d missed some messages from his friend up the road a few houses away, while we were downstairs fucking. The last bit his exact words, which for some weird reason, taking into consideration all we’d done in the last hour and a half, caused me to blush and look away girlishly.

He got up and said he was going to the bathroom to take a shower. I told him I’d better go downstairs and pick up our shed underwear, in case mommy should suddenly pop in. I went to his open door to throw in his shorts and my eyes fell on his phone. Curiosity got to this pussy cat. I was suddenly curious as to why he’d go look at his phone and begin texting so shortly after having good sex with his sister. It hadn’t gone blank as yet so I didn’t have to worry about password. I clicked on messages and began reading. Immediately, my heart beat like a drum inside my chest and my fingers went cold. My legs trembled uncontrollably.

Sidney: Hey bro, you know I’d being playing my sister the way you did yours. Finally, it worked. I banged her today. Thanks for showing me the way.

Tom: Congrats, how was it?

Sidney: Super, man that pussy is fine … the best … and you should see her ass, it’s a gem. I could live on it, not to mention inside, if she goes that way.

Tom: Maybe you could hook me up to see the gem of an ass … you know I’ve always admired that thick backside of hers … and taste the fine pussy … remember if it wasn’t for me …”

Sidney: lol, nah, I know you always wanted it, but don’t expect help from me … I aint sharing that pussy … that shit too good!

Tom: Better than Ms. Audrey, and Ms. Ellen? … You said they were good, but you shared … and I shared Angela and Beatrice with you … Let’s keep the spirit man.

Sidney: Fuck you, I ain sharing … I won’t get in yuh way if yuh try, but … and I had to work on Angela, all you did was not get in the way when I dropped by. I’ll do the same for you … You want her, work for her.

Tom: Lol. So yuh goin work on yuh mom now, then?

Sidney: Boy, it’s tempting, but I don’t think I could go that far.

Tom: Don’t chicken out now man, take this to the max … It work for me, It will work for you … believe me, moms are the best … and when yuh hit Shirley again, try knocking at the back door, ha, ha.

Sidney: That backdoor knock sounds good. That far I would go. Ok bro, we’ll chat later, and thanks again.

I exited messages and flew out the room. Those two wicked little fuckers; I was played big time. A twenty-five year old secondary school teacher neatly played by two nineteen year olds. But I was fucked well — better than any time I could remember, so I simply smiled and shook my head. I reached for my phone and sent Sidney a text, just so he wouldn’t be suspicious if he came out the bathroom and saw his screen still lit. I knew all the ladies mentioned — Angela was Tom’s eldest sister, in her mid-thirties and divorced. Rumor had it she liked her drinks. Ms. Audrey and Ms. Ellen were also married women who lived in the street. Audrey was in her mid-forties, and Ellen was nearing sixty. Beatrice was about twenty, and lived right next door to Tom. She was known to be a bit wild. My brother and his good friend were surely playing the diverse field, and both at such a tender age. Maestros of sex, I thought, and smiled.

My text to Sidney read: If you’re still ‘up’ tonight, bro, leave your door open and I’ll come help you get ‘down’.

Shortly after I sent the text, mommy came home. It wasn’t long before Sidney was up to his hard self again, smiling at me mischievously every time our eyes locked. Later in the evening, Sidney went to bed earlier than usual. Half an hour later mommy got up to go to her room too. I let a further half hour go by before I went to Sidney’s.

Feeling daring, I’d slipped out of my room completely naked. It was just a matter of stepping out of mine and turning to the right and reaching for his door knob, because of how the rooms were situated. Between our rooms and mommy’s were a hall way, the bathroom and another living room/study. Mommy’s room was a big master bedroom, running across from one end of the house to another.

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The cute girl stared at me while I was naked in the locker room shower. She watched every move I made, it seemed, and vulgarly licked her lips, and creepily smiled. I had never been ogled by another woman in my life and the experience truly weirded me out. The glower was the most disturbing I’d ever experienced. Samantha Jordan was making me feel like some men have a tendency to do. I couldn’t understand why she looked at me so lustily. There had never been a moment that I could recollect where she and I even had a conversation. I only knew her name because she was a walk-on for my university’s competitive soccer team.

“Samantha! What?” I cried out, “Quit looking at me like that.”

“You are so beautiful, Simone,” Samantha blurted.

That comment certainly didn’t make me feel any better at all. I knew that my dad had always told me that I was beautiful, my few smatterings of what one might call boyfriends had always relayed the same message, and my best friend constantly went on about it, but Samantha was a girl I barely knew. What was positively frustrating to me was the fact that I was standing in front of this girl naked as the day I was born and moments before I noticed her I was slowly and gently masturbating. I really started to freak when the women’s soccer coach walked in.

“Samantha, you have been gone from the playing field far too long, dear. Get back out there, now.” My coach, Miss Danners, had always been so stern and serious.

Samantha didn’t hesitate to do what the coach said, but on her way out she gave me fair warning on what to expect soon. “I’ll see you later, Simone. Remember what I said.” That last comment didn’t help what I was feeling at all. Sure, all she said was that I was beautiful, but the hidden drippings of lust that accompanied that comment would haunt me all evening. At least she wasn’t staring at me anymore.

“Simone!” Shouted Coach Danners as she watched me from the door of the showers.

“Yes’m?” I replied.

“I thought you were leaving early today to visit the dentist. I understood that’s why you needed to leave the field so you could shower to get ready. I came in here to find what was taking Samantha so long and discovered you trying to hold her back from returning to the playing field. I think you left the field too early. You could have waited to take your shower until right before…” She rambled on and on for a few more minutes. Yada, yada, yada…

“But…but…Coach Danners…I…she… I’m sorry Coach.” Oh, I was such a bumbling idiot when instructors chastise me. This wasn’t my fault, yet she seemed to perceive that it was. Finally, I relented. “Whatever you say, Miss Danners, but I do have a dentist appointment in about thirty minutes.”

“Go, young lady, but you’re to see me after school, tomorrow. I intend on getting to the bottom of what you were trying to do with Samantha… and just so you know, I won’t have my girls gold-bricking, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am. Should I bring my mother?” I said being a wise ass. As a college instructor, she was encouraged not to bother our parents with the trivial shit that happened. She did, however, like to confer with our parents when we’d done something naughty, so I felt it better if I suggested it first. After all, I was on scholarship and coaches tended to interfere in your business, because the school was giving us money. Not all coaches, I’m sure, but the ones who were self absorbed like that bitch.

“Did I say ‘bring your mother?” I believe I told YOU to see me after school!” She turned and stormed out to the playing fields.

I had been minding my own business, following my mother’s advice to have my teeth checked and I ended up in trouble. I had lived every experience a freshman in college on soccer scholarship could possibly live and I found the one issue no one had ever even thought about: I got in trouble because some flirty girl had the hots for me. I decided I would take care of Samantha when I saw her next. She’d wish she’d never laid eyes on my “beautiful” body. Handling Miss Danners was to be a tougher problem. The lady was too intense, so much so that if I lipped off at her, I might lose my scholarship. I decided I would listen politely, answer any questions she might throw my way, and hopefully get off with nothing but a scolding. I could do it; I just had to keep my nose clean and my attitude straight. After all, it was only twenty days until the end of the spring semester.

I would imagine, that you, the reader, are curious. Now that the story has started and you’ve ventured into my tale, you’re perhaps interested to know who I am and what I like, dislike, or even puke over. I would even venture to imagine that you probably think that I’m a little flaky, having complained about a girl doting on my body in these days nişantaşı escort and times. I should be flattered, right! That’s not the message I meant to send to you. Oh, I’ve been propositioned before. I’ve even slept with a few of my really close girlfriends. I would even say I enjoyed every minute of every experience and participated fully and freely. I just had never had a situation like that. Oh, and the fact I had been fantasizing about a friend and masturbating to that vision didn’t really help.

Am I lesbian? No, I don’t think so. I mean…I like guys. I’ve even done things with some of my boyfriends that would shock my mother and as loose as my mother is, that’s saying a lot. I think the proper description of my sexuality would be that I’m bisexual. I like sex with both girls and boys. I would just as soon eat pussy as to suck dick. I tend to have that reputation among my friends at college, too. I think it’s pretty quiet within the general student population, not that it matters, but every one of the people in my circle knows about me and I know their little secrets. Bisexuality is the least among the vices that some of my friends have. Several are dopers. Others have had sex with their siblings or parents. Two have slept with the new science professor, Mr. Steadham. That’s not a bad thing at some of the universities out there, but in our state there is a law stating no educator in a state run college or university could take advantage of a student using their leadership status without losing employment and potentially suffering prison time…but I digress.

My one and only true friend has always been Hope. She is the best friend I’ve ever had in the entire world. We’ve had many wonderfully wild times in bed and as a matter of fact, for your masturbatory fantasies, she was my first sexual experience with another person. We had just graduated high school that first night we got together. We had been friends forever, it seemed. When we began experimenting, we had no idea how to do anything and I don’t expect one would, especially if they had never had lesbian sex before. We did manage to diddle ourselves and we tasted our cunts. There was, however, no orgasm. We felt really strange the next day, feeling as guilty as one could expect for someone having tried same gender sex for the first time. We didn’t even try it again for another two months, but it was the first time and we would both always cherish it. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

“Hope, it’s almost unbelievable. I didn’t do anything wrong and I’m getting punished and that little bitch…” Hope had always been a really good listener.

“Simone, do you need me to come over and comfort you?” Oh sweet, sweet, Hope, you bet your ass I want you to! I thought. Unfortunately, I had to control my impulses.

“No, Hope I need to sort this out for myself. Anyway, I have to study for the calculus exam, tomorrow.” How I wished I could have said what I thought. I couldn’t even begin to wish, but alas… My mind started winding its way back toward the first time we had sex… when we knew what we were suppose to do.

Hope had come to visit me while her parents were out of town and we were home on Christmas break. She and I had attended high school together and then decided to go to the same university. We, unfortunately were not able to live together as I was required to live in the female athletic dorm because of my scholarship. She was on scholarship as well, but it was in music and they didn’t require their students to stay in a particular dorm. Hope lived in one of the residence halls and shared a room with a real bookworm. We didn’t see each other enough, because our schedules were so different and we both hung out with people from our particular discipline.

My mom had always been pretty cool, so she let me have my space and I gave her, hers. Dad died when I was eight, so mom entertained a lot. I have had quite a few special uncles and a couple of neat aunts, but those are other stories to be told at a much more appropriate time. For this holiday, Hope and I basically had the weekend to do what we wanted, when we wanted to do it. We spent time at the mall. We went to a movie. We even had ice cream. When we got home, we went to bed.

Hope had spent many nights with me since our first innocent encounter, but we slept. I really didn’t think anything special would happen on that particular night, because we had not even ventured into any girl-girl activities since that first time. When we climbed in bed, I felt her snuggle a little closer than normal, but I didn’t think anything else about it. We talked for several hours before finally falling asleep.

I woke up and wondered what was wrong. In my dream-clouded mind, I couldn’t focus on what was happening. Then I felt it. Hope’s arm was lying across me and her fingers were twiddling my breasts. I looked over at her to say something, but I noticed that she was still asleep and probably having a dream. I shook her şişli escort a little, then harder. When she woke up, she jerked her arm back to her side of the bed.

“I was wondering, Hope. What were you dreaming about?” I asked in a quiet whisper.

She looked at me for a second, blinked her eyes once or twice, and then began to cry. I took her in my arms and held her tight. She was trembling. I put my hand on her head and began running my fingers through her hair.

“STOP!” she screamed.

I backed away for a second, looked at her with a hurt expression. I reached for her again.

“NO, don’t…” She started sobbing, again.

“Hope, I…I…don’t…know what to say.” I really was at a loss for words.

“I am not a lesbian,” she cried as her tears became more and more hysterical.

“So what if you were,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I mean…I don’t choose my friends because they are gay or lesbian or whatever…I choose them because I have something in common with them…You’re my very best friend, Hope. I don’t want you to think otherwise…”

She began to calm down, still blubbering a bit, but got quiet to listen. “I didn’t wake you because you scared me or I was afraid of you. I woke you so that you wouldn’t wake and feel embarrassed by what you were doing. I thought it felt pretty good, but I didn’t think you would have appreciated it if I had let you continue, so I stopped you.” She had almost calmed down completely now. “What were you dreaming about, anyway?”

She paused for quite a moment. She looked me in the eyes and said, “You!”

I melted. Wow, what a sensation. There was the mother lode of all feelings running marathons all through my body. I felt my stomach bottom out, and then I peered deeply into her eyes. I was lost in the reflection from the orange glow of the streetlights that were positioned outside my bedroom window. It was, as I had heard them say when bungee jumping, gut check time.

I don’t know how it happened, that first kiss, but it was the smoothest surprise of my life. We were across the bed from each other. Then, suddenly we were touching our lips gingerly together and beginning an embrace that would last the rest of the night. My tongue reached out and flicked across her lips. She parted her mouth slightly, just enough for my hungry mouth to find its way to pleasure. Gently, the kisses came. I had not kissed a girl since I kissed her, many months before. I had never kissed anyone like I was kissing Hope. The emotions that were coursing through my body were absolutely phenomenal. I opened my eyes and stared at her passion emblazoned face and fell in love.

When we paused to catch our breath, she looked me in the eyes and asked, “Simone, is this alright? Are we lesbians?” My reply was simple and to the point, “So, what if we are?”

I covered her questioning mouth with mine and not another word was spoken between us again until we woke up the next morning. Her yearning for more passionate kisses increased. I felt her hands begin to roam and realized for the first time that mine had been acting on their own. To my surprise, I had two fingers already implanted up to the knuckles in her pussy. She was moaning and rocking back and forth on my deep-rooted fingers. I pushed a third finger in, then a fourth. Was she ever wet! I felt her begin to shiver, then shudder, then shake. My goodness, I thought, she’s cumming. I didn’t realize what I had done until she collapsed on the bed. I held her as her orgasm began to subside.

I had a moment to stop and consider what I was doing. I could have stopped at that point and it would never ever be mentioned or brought up, but I couldn’t stop. I was so turned on by what was happening that I began to massage Hope again. She began to stir. We still had our nightclothes on and when I realized this I removed mine, then began the removal of Hope’s. She lifted up so that I could remove her sopping panties. When I removed her panties I slithered back up her leg. When my face got close to her cunt, she moved her legs ever so slightly and I fell into the valley between them. My chin hit her damp bush and I got a sniff of the most wonderful aroma I had ever enjoyed. It set me on fire. My ears began to quake. I had to have her. I had to taste her.

When my tongue touched the outer lips of Hope’s vagina, I felt her shiver again. So did I. When my tongue slipped into the folds and I could taste the flowing juices, I felt her begin to quake. So did I. When I grazed her clit with my tongue and lips, I felt her lose control. So did I. I had an orgasm, without even having my pussy touched. That was how much electric passion was in the air. I lost it. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head it felt as if every nerve ending was on fire with the most delicious sensations. I crawled up and embraced Hope and we cuddled for the next twenty minutes. It seemed like every time we moved, we would orgasm.

I wonder sometimes why I lose control so bad. mecidiyeköy escort I really don’t remember a lot of what went on that night. I knew that hours felt like seconds and I had been lost in the heady delight of licking and sucking Hope’s cunt. The only point of the evening that I can truly focus on was when Hope tasted me for the first time. I felt her warm breath on my thighs, then on my pubes, then on the folds of my sex. I shivered with such anticipation that I could not tell where the excitement left off and the orgasm began. When she touched my clit with her tongue, my mind went into orbit and stayed that way for many wonderful moments.

Oh, such are the memories of my first time with Hope.

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Morning! I had always hated to get up. I felt as if I’d been dragged through a sewer and spit on by the rats. I had to take a shower. I also had to figure out how I was going to deal with Samantha Jordan that day and what I was going to say to Miss Danners. I know, you say, just go with the flow. I reasonably liked to plan things out. I was also very good at making things up as I went along.

For example, I’m glad mother had my bathroom built at the house so that I wouldn’t have to share with her. I really knew what her motives were. She just didn’t want me to pop in on one of her men or lady friends after a long hard night of their sexcapades. Not that I would have minded. It would have probably embarrassed the hell out of her guest, I guess, but if you come into someone else’s home, you have to be willing to take chances. Most of the nice looking women that my mom had over, though, I wouldn’t have minded sharing with mom. Some were only a little older than me and I could really relate to them. I remember one girl, Ginny, who graduated the year I was a freshman. She was the Homecoming queen that year and was one of the more popular girls among the jocks.

I walked into the house about two months ago, after a long date with Ben, my boyfriend at the time. The house was dark, but being used to it I made my way to the kitchen where I was going to raid the refrigerator. To my surprise, there sat Ginny in the dark, nude, munching on a sandwich. She could tell I was surprised and I could tell she was embarrassed. I looked at her a moment, then decided to really have some fun. I improvised and turned an awkward situation into one I might one day benefit from. I walked over to where she was sitting, knelt down beside her, put my hand on her pussy, rubbed gently and said, “I hope you were gentle with mother.” With that I ran my middle finger into her cunt, pulled it out, put it to my mouth and licked it. I smiled, then left the room and headed for my bedroom. I secretly hoped that she would join me, but she didn’t. The next morning I ran into her in the hall as she was leaving. Our eyes met. She smiled and winked at me. Mother walked out of her room just in time to see the passing. She looked quite funny and turned back into her room as if not wanting a confrontation.

The many, many stories I could tell you about my mother and the house I lived in I think it would rather shock you.

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The small southern university I attended is a fairly wonderful place. The students tend to get along, there’s not a lot of criminal stuff going on, and the professors and instructors, for the most part are inclined to be fair. Miss Danners was the exception to the rule. I hadn’t yet figured out what I was going to do to Samantha, but I decided to grovel to Miss Danner and pay my penance, whatever it would be. I didn’t want to give any instructor an excuse to have my scholarship suspended.

I saw Hope across campus. I needed to catch up to her. I frantically wished she would slow down. Finally, she saw me. I was in damned good shape, able to run all over campus to get to my girlfriend, but I wasn’t in the mood to chase her everywhere. Her stopping to wait, helped me save some energy.

“Hope, come with me,” I said excitedly.

“Where, Simone? I don’t want to be late for class.” She was always the conscientious one.

“It won’t take a minute, I have to show you something,” I grinned wickedly.

“Oh, OK!” Hope would do anything for me. She looked real good that day, dressed in her navy mini and body hugging sky blue velour sweater. I could have taken her down and attacked her then, but I’d wait till the weekend when we could spend more quality time together.

I found a secluded place and pulled her to me. I held her face in my hand, and then I leaned down to kiss her lips. She parted them and her little tongue darted out. I got wet instantly when she did that and she knew it too. She pulled away.

“I really gotta go, but I love you too,” she smiled. “By the way, have you decided what you are going to do to Samantha yet?”

“Nope, I’ll just play it by ear. I don’t know yet if I’m really going to pay her back or just let her know I’m miffed. Anyway, I’ll see you at lunch, I gotta go to my first class too.” With that I gave her another peck on the lips and we parted. I was soaked. I was going to have to go to the bathroom and take care of the problem.

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Both Leah and Chris are 18. The events occurred the summer before they begin their freshman year in college.

This chapter has been slightly edited from the original.

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The wildfires in California had been devastating for so many families. I always paid attention because we have relatives who live in California. It seemed otherworldly because, as usual, the bad always happened to strangers, not to anyone we knew. This year that changed. My aunt and uncle’s house burned along with about 100 others.

Watching the fires build and spread on the news reports was surreal. We recognized the community since we had visited so often. Watching the fire spread and grow was frightening. I just knew they would contain it before it reached my relatives home. But they didn’t. To our horror, we watched their lovely home become engulfed in flames with its towering plume of smoke adding to the dense cloud of smoke pouring from the raging inferno that was causing so much damage and heart ache.

Fortunately, my aunt, uncle and cousin were safe. They were able to get out with a few things such as important documents, pictures and a few changes of clothes. But, their house was a total loss.

College hadn’t started yet so my aunt, uncle and my parents agreed my cousin should come and stay with us while my Aunt Kay and Uncle Jack began to put their lives and home back together. A daunting task to say the least. Everyone felt it would be less stressful for their family if Leah lived with us during the initial phases of getting things put in order.

Leah arrived and was installed in my brother’s old bedroom. My older brother Jim was married and living with his wife just a few miles away. Leah and I would share the bathroom located at the end of the hallway. Our two bedrooms were mirror images of each other and actually connected by a large pocket door.

When the downstairs area had been remodeled, my brother and I were still little and my parents thought it would be fun for us to be able to have one big room, but still be able to close the door and have two separate rooms when needed. I needed that open door when we first moved downstairs because I was afraid of being alone. Having that door open and my big brother right there made all the difference.

My cousin and I are the same age and we actually get along quite well. I hadn’t seen her in over a year. Leah was quite despondent. She really tried to be in a good mood, but the first few days were very hard for her. Thinking about all the things she had lost, being separated from her parents and friends and now having to stay with her relatives, well to say the least, she was under a lot of stress.

As the days passed, her parents assured her that things were going well. The finances were going to be fine, plans for rebuilding were in the works, but they were still trying to find a suitable apartment for the entire family to be comfortable in while the rebuilding of their home was accomplished.

The routine nişantaşı escort gradually adjusted and became more natural as Leah integrated into our family. We adjusted, she adjusted and without even noticing, it was almost like she had always been there. We became very relaxed and natural in our new routines and the sharing of our space. Both of us were being as considerate as possible especially with bathroom use and time.

Occasionally, Leah and I would have awkward moments as we transitioned from the bathroom. After taking showers, thinking the other was gone, or still in bed, or upstairs, or whatever, you know how you mindlessly do things, one of us would make a dash to our room not quite covered and the other would be coming or going and catch a glimpse of something usually covered. A sorry would be said, or not, and on we would go.

One day, I came out of my room and couldn’t help but notice Leah through her slightly ajar bedroom door. She was standing in partial profile to me in the process of dressing. All she had on were brief white panties. I froze. I couldn’t move or take my eyes off of her. She was hooking her bra. Her fingers worked the clasp just beneath her naked breasts. The thumbs of each hand pressed into the base of each breast, the twisting movements of her fingers causing her breast tissue to jiggle and ripple. Each breast was crowned with a full puffy pink nipple. Her plump nipples were like perfectly formed little breasts crowning already flawless mounds of softness. I was mesmerized by the swaying movement of her breasts and nipples as she manipulated the bra.

Leah’s hands slowly spun the cups of her bra around her torso and then carefully raised them into place obscuring my view. As her breasts disappeared from site, I snapped out of my trance, backed into my room and quietly closed my door.

I immediately and noisily reopened the door and quickly stepped into the hallway. I nonchalantly looked in at my cousin who was now buttoning a blouse. The blouse tail just barely reached mid-point of her bum. Her white panties were visible and oh so provocative. Leah glanced at me, smiled turned her eyes back to her task and resumed buttoning her blouse without so much as a blush or move to hide herself from my sight. I continued on to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled out my penis to pee and noted with some astonishment that I was half hard and rapidly growing.

Fantasies about women, even cousins, are not unusual for guys. Yes, I had fantasized about Leah. Only in passing though. But what I suddenly realized, the last year had brought about some changes in Leah and apparently myself. She had always been cute I guess, but now, she was gorgeous. And my god, what great tits. I was responding to her sexually. Jesus, my cousin, what was this all about? I wasn’t supposed to do this.

I closed my eyes and clearly saw her breasts jiggling and rippling with the movement of her hands. I couldn’t stop thinking about her incredible nipples. What şişli escort would they feel like? I wanted to touch them. I wanted to taste them and suckle them.

My cock was now fully erect. I pulled my shorts and underwear down around my ankles, sat on the toilet and masturbated my erect and very tense penis. I had to have release. I couldn’t believe how turned on I had become. I stroked myself and quickly climaxed into a wad of toilet tissue. As I sat there recovering from my orgasm, there was a light tap on the door.

“Chris? Is everything alright?” asked my cousin’s soft voice.

“Yeah. Fine. Almost done. I’ll be right out,” I stammered as I stood, dropped the semen filled tissue into the toilet and flushed it. My penis, now nearly flaccid, easily went back into my shorts. I washed and dried my hands, opened the door and walked past Leah.

“You sure? It sounded like you were having trouble breathing or something.”

“No, I’m fine.” I said as I continued back to my room. “Jesus,” I thought to myself, “I must have been really moaning or something. Be more careful. How fucking embarrassing is that?”

A few nights later, I had finished brushing my teeth and washing my face and was on my way back to my bedroom. As I was passing Leah’s door, I thought I could hear her crying. It was very soft, almost inaudible. My heart clutched in my chest. I thought she was doing fine and quite happy. But obviously she was still having bouts of sadness and anxiety.

I tapped on her door. She didn’t respond, but the crying stopped. I knocked again and asked, “Leah, may I come in?” There was still no response. I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. It wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open and looked in. Leah was curled up on her side almost in a fetal position. She looked at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen. Her cheeks were wet with the tears she had been nearly silently crying. My heart almost broke. I went and sat on the floor by her bed.

“Leah, I had no idea. I wish I could make you feel better.”

Leah sighed, reached out and put her hand on my cheek. “Chris, you have made me feel better. You have been so sweet. I don’t cry nearly as much. I just get homesick and then I realize, I don’t even have a home.”

And with that, she rolled away hiding her face and sobbed. Her shoulders shook with each sobbing cry. I couldn’t stand it. I got up beside her and put my arms around her and hugged her tight. Slowly, the sobs lessened and stopped. Her breathing became regular. She had cried herself to sleep. I held her for several more minutes not wanting to disturb or awaken her peaceful slumber. Finally, I carefully released her, tiptoed out of her room and silently closed her door.

Lying in my bed, my heart still ached for my cousin. As I drifted toward the edges of sleep, I heard the pocket door between our rooms glide open. The sound of soft steps across the floor ended with the covers being lifted and the weight of a body slipping into mecidiyeköy escort my bed beside me. I smelled my cousin’s fragrance as she nestled up and pressed her back against my side.

“Please hold me. I can’t sleep,” she whispered softly.

I rolled onto my side and slipped my arms around her as I spooned against her back. Her hands clasped mine against her chest. We nestled and moved into a position of comfort. In a few minutes, her grip on my hands relaxed, her breathing deepened and became regular. She slumbered peacefully in my arms. The warmth of her body felt so good through the thin material of her nightgown. The soft swell of her breasts pressed against the sides of my hands where she still held them against herself.

Her bum was firmly compressed against my pelvis. Her closeness, her warmth, her smell was all too much. My body responded. My penis slowly engorged and elongated. I was mortified. What would my cousin think? I pulled my pelvis gently back trying to hold my penis away from her bum. My penis briefly had room for it to spring up from its downward orientation, which was becoming very uncomfortable, to an upward pointing freedom. My cousin snuggled back in her sleep regaining the snug spoon fit that seemed to pacify her and allowed her to sleep.

Leah sighed as she wiggled her butt snugly against my engorging and stiffening penis. As she wiggled her bum, my penis slid into the warm groove formed by the cheeks of her warm backside. Just as my penis was nestling into her bum crack, her hands released my hands and dropped to the bed. Her breasts were now resting against the palms of my hands. Warm, round and full. She wiggled again. God, I couldn’t take it. My hips involuntarily pressed my cock against her bum and more deeply into the groove of her ass. It felt so good. I just barely rocked my hips and the tip of my penis felt the delicious friction as it pressed into her crack.

In her sleep, she reached up and pressed my hands tightly against her breasts. I cupped the luscious warm mounds in my hands. I forced myself to not caress them. But, I held her in my arms, and could not help but enjoy the sensation and warmth of her breasts against the palms of my hands.

She kept shifting in her sleep against my penis. I tried to lie still. Her little movements caused involuntary movements of my own in response. The tip of my cock was being gently masturbated whether I wanted it to be or not. An orgasm was building. What was I going to do? There was nothing I could do. It was here. My penis flexed and contracted uncontrollably against her ass. I ejaculated. My sperm laden semen erupted and was trapped in the underwear I slept in.

Leah sighed in her sleep and pressed more firmly against me. I knew the moisture of my ejaculate was soaking not only my underwear, but hers as well. I knew that her skin would be wet from the moisture seeping through the fabric. The thought curiously pleased me. Knowing that the semen that had spewed from my body was now in contact with her body excited me greatly. I pressed my soft penis firmly into her crack. I could feel the soggy material of my underwear press and stick against her flesh.

I fell asleep with my cousin in my arms.

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We walked into my bedroom and he took a glance at all the space has to offer. It was a typical bedroom with a few things that aren’t so typical, unless you’re a musician. I watched him look at everything, picking up things and looking at the little things I have laying around. As I watched him observe my life in a nutshell, so to speak, I sat on the bed and felt my jetlag kicking in. I was tired and wanted a nap or to lie down for a minute. He could sense this in me and smiled when he looked at my weary face.

“Are you tired, my love?”

He stood next to me and ran his fingers over my jaw, bringing little goose bumps over my skin; he’s so good at that. When I nodded, he kissed my forehead like you do an unruly child and he pressed a hand on my shoulder to lay me back. I saw his face appear above me and I knew he was going to kiss me. I can tell from the look in his eyes what he wants and what he’s going to do. He wants me almost as much I want him usually, but I knew inside he was throbbing for me. He was delicious to look at, mouth-watering to taste, and the greatest reason to not take a nap.

Watching the smile crawl across his face was like watching caramel being drizzled over vanilla ice cream. You want more, but it looks so delicious that you want to taste it before it’s done. His eyes sparkled with emotions swimming in them and I wanted to know each one, I wanted to cup every feeling he was experiencing in my hand and nişantaşı escort cradle them close to my heart. I ran my hands over the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling his chest and shoulders under the cloth. His breath ran over my skin and brought back the goose bumps he already set in place.

I was throbbing and sore all over my body, he’s good at that too. I pulled him closer and instead of kissing me and ending some of the hunger I was feeling, he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck and took a deep breath. I held him close, feeling the length of his body against mine. I wanted him so bad, and I was chanting in my head, “Take me, take me, take me…” but he just held me.

His lips came to my ear and when I thought he was going to kiss my flesh, finally, he whispered, “Go to sleep. You’ll feel much better.” He then lifted himself from my hold and walked toward the computer, sitting down as if nothing happened and he didn’t stir all the available juices in my body.

I was stunned. I was raw. I was horribly craving him and he walked away. And I was hurt. ‘Fine’ I thought, ‘Two can play that game.’ I lay back on the bed, head resting against the pillows so I can have a good look at him, and he can have an equally good look at me. I was going to boil his mind with my own desire if it’s the last thing I can do. He turned on the computer and sat back with a satisfied grin on his face. I knew what he was thinking, şişli escort that he stirred me up and I’ll be hungry later for him. Well, he had another thing coming.

I brought my hand up to my breast and held it close, sighing a little bit. He looked over at me at my sigh and smiled. But his eyes never left my hand.

My other hand ran down the length of my body, retracing the curves he covered. When my hand rested over the zipper of my jeans, his smile faded slightly and he asked me what I was doing.

“You’ve made me desire, and made me want you. If you won’t satisfy me, I’ll have to do it myself.”

With that, his jaw dropped along with my zipper and he watched with wide eyes as my hand disappeared into my jeans. I was so wet from his teasing and touches and I felt in my underwear all the nectar that had drenched my body. My own fingers massaged the delicate bud that he has taken in his lips and sucked before. My body moved with the familiar territory of my own hand, my own fingertips. I know where to touch and where to press. I know what parts are more sensitive than the rest and what parts will drive me crazy.

I’ve never done anything like this in front of him, and I usually don’t. My character has been thrown out the window and my hands were now driving my new character toward an orgasm that he had me thirsty for. He watched me and I saw his right hand go to the front of his own jeans, pressing mecidiyeköy escort down and making his body react. The small peep show I put on for him was making him wonderfully stimulated, beautifully turned-on, and I was too busy to help him.

He walked over to the bed as I writhed and my hand became quicker, fingers entering the hole he has filled so many times. He crawled next to me to the vacant space next to me and brought his lips to my neck again, this time kissing and biting my flesh. He was in my head the entire time. Images of his body and memories of our actions were making me wetter and hotter. His own hand rested on my stomach and tried to join mine but I turned my body away and faced opposite him. He growled, he actually growled in frustration. It ran a thrill through my body, down my spine as his hand ran up my bare back under my shirt.

He came up behind me and when my body rocked with my hands; my ass was grinding up against his impressive hard-on. I felt it press against me and I wanted it in me so much, I could feel it penetrate my hole as my fingers were now. The thought of him inside and the feeling of his arms wrapping around my waist and chest; the frustration and the passion dripping from his own body was enough.

I exploded with a gasp and his grip around me became tighter. My body convulsed and the wave of pleasure took over. I bowed my head backwards and felt his teeth on my exposed neck, biting hard enough to draw blood if he really wanted.

When the wave pulled back into the tide, I released the breath I was holding and turned my body towards him, watching the desire rush over his face. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Ok,” I said, “Your turn.”

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Some months ago my best friend Cedrick and I started working out together. Cedrick is a big black man in every sense of the word. He is 6’6″ weighs about 265 and solid muscle, as I would find out his entire body is shaven smooth which only adds to his mystique. Cedrick and I have known each other since high school and have always been close friends. We did everything together that normal friends would. I decided to try to loose some weight and add a little muscle so I ask Cedrick to help me with my workouts.

I have known I was bi since college but rarely had opportunities to explore my bi-side. So when Cedrick and I was in the gym I couldn’t help but admire his ebony body as it glistened with sweat it the tight Speedo suits leaving his huge cock visibly outlined as we worked out. I would sneak glances when I thought he wasn’t looking, and never intended to go any further than just wishful thinking. But that all changed one Friday night, we would work out late at night because it was best for both our schedules. The gym was always nearly empty so we pretty much had the run of the facility, Cedrick knew the owners so several times he would lock up when we left for the night. This was just one of those times, as I got there Cedrick was talking to one of the owners telling him that he would be happy to lock up. I looked around and saw we were the only ones there, as I said this was nothing new so I didn’t think anything of it. The owner left and Cedrick locked the door telling me why not we can have the whole gym to ourselves. I didn’t think anything of it as He turned up the stereo and we began our workout.

After we finished our workout and was in the lockers Cedrick stripped out of his clothes and headed to the showers, since we were all alone I took the opportunity to admire his entire body. His cock was huge even soft it was longer than my 8″, I couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like as he walked into the shower room. I quickly stripped and joined him in the showers. I tried not to look but couldn’t help myself and while he was rinsing the soap from his hair I looked to long and was caught. As my eyes meet his he looked at me with an evil grin, as he stepped towards me. I stood there frozen as he was within inches of me, not knowing what to say to him or to do. I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. There I was in the shower room of a gym on my knees in front of my best friend his black cock hardening in front of me.

“Go on buddy, you know you have been wanting this,” Cedrick told me.

As if on auto-pilot I opened my mouth and took the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth, and swirled my tongue around the big purple head. I slid his cock in my mouth till the head pushed against my throat, it had been a long time since I had sucked a cock and I was relishing the all familiar taste of man meat in my mouth. I slid the cock from my mouth and licked up and down the shaft coating it in my saliva. Cedrick’s cock was rock hard and fully erect at over a foot long, his hands grabbed me by my ears and forced me back on his cock.

“Suck my stick,” he urged me on.

Keeping hold of my head as I took his cock back in my mouth, I was jacking him while letting my tongue swirl around the nişantaşı escort shaft. He was forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth, pushing it to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I soon felt it slide pass my tonsils and down my throat. I was massaging his balls as he continued face fucking me, his wonderful tasting cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He was using my throat as if it was a woman’s pussy sliding the full length in and out of my mouth, I let my hands slide up his chest and was rubbing his pecs as his cock slid across my tongue. I could feel his huge cock swell even more as I continued sucking on his huge piece of meat. I doubled my efforts on his cock jacking him off as the cock worked its way in and out of my mouth. I could feel Cedrick’s balls tighten as his thrusts became more powerful. I was soon rewarded by a huge load of sweet man juice from my best friend. I grabbed hold of his ass pulling him deeper into me as he dumped his load in my mouth. As I let his softening cock slip from my mouth I continued licking it getting all the traces of cum from his glistening cock. As I finished licking him clean he picked me up so I was back on my feet.

“Damn bro that was awesome, you must do that again.” Cedrick told me as he leaned in and kissed me.

I was lost in the moment, and kissed him back as I let my hand slide down to fondle his cock. “We can do this as much as you want I told him.”

For the next few weeks in became a routine that after our workout, I would suck my buddy off. He seemed to enjoy it more every time and began more and more dominant with each time I sucked him off. One night I got to the gym and Cedrick had was running about 30 minutes late so I was going to just do some cardio till he arrived. When I got there Seth the night manager was behind the counter and talking to a few customers. After I signed in I was about to hit the stair master when he asked me to hang on. He finished his conversation with the customer as he walked him out he locked the doors. This was nothing new as most of the time it was Just Cedrick and I there anyhow as Cedrick locked up after we were finished. Seth said he had something to show me in the office, once we were in the office he turned on a monitor of the security cam in the locker room. On the screen was the blow job I had given Cedrick the night before, and him dumping a load of cum all over my face. As I looked up from the screen Seth was rubbing his cock thru his workout pants.

“You sure do know how to suck a cock,” Seth said as his cock was hardening more as he continued rubbing it.

I have know for some time that Seth was openly gay and had been with many of the guys in the gym. “I do my best I told him.” I walked over to him and placed my hand on top of his and began rubbing his cock, as he groped mine.

“Why don’t we get out of these clothes and have some fun before you friend shows up.” Seth said as he pulled his top off revealing his hairy chest.

I stopped rubbing his cloth covered cock long enough to shed all my clothing and drop to my knees in front of Seth, and began to pull his pants down his legs. His cock was fully hard at about 7″ his cock was skinny and had a slight down curve to it as I engulfed it şişli escort in my mouth completely. I would pull off his cock and lick the length of the shaft down to his balls and swirl my tongue around the hairy balls before going back up and taking the shaft back in my mouth.

Seth moved down so we was both of the ground and maneuvered around so he could get at my cock as well. This guy knew how to suck a cock a cock his mouth felt like a velvet sleeve as he sucked me down in the bottom of his throat. I attacked his cock licking and sucking for all I was worth, As he was sucking me he started sliding one of his fingers in his mouth getting it wet and then slid it in my ass and began finger fucking my ass. He was getting me closer and closer to the edge as I released his cock from my mouth and moaned as I said,”I am gonna blow my load.” This fired up more and he inserted a second finger in my ass and swallowed my whole cock and was licking my balls with the tip of his tongue. I reached down and grabbed his head as I blew nut in his mouth. He kept nursing my cock until I let go of his head. He rolled over and sat against the desk opening his mouth showing my load pooled up in his mouth.

He then swallowed my load as he stroked his cock, “I just love the taste of sperm.” he said as I moved over and took his glistening cock back in my mouth. I licked around the head of his cock swirling it with my tongue as he let his hands slide through my hair. I would take him all the way to the balls letting his thin cock slide down and into my throat and pull back off it licking the precum from the tip of his cock before sliding back down on it. I was busy sucking his cock when I felt hands lifting my ass up so that I was on my hands and knees. I looked back to see Cedrick naked sporting an erection. I just smiled at him as I wiggled my ass and went back to sucking on Seth’s cock.

“There’s some lube in my desk drawer,” Seth told him. I was nervous about him fucking me, as I have never had a cock as big as his. Seth grabbed my head and pulled me down hard onto his cock. “Don’t worry, he will go easy on you the first time, like he did me.” Seth told me. I felt Cedrick’s apply some lube to my ass then slowly work one of his big fingers deep into my ass. I was moaning as Cedrick had soon worked 3 fingers up me loosing me up for his huge cock. Seth was guiding me as I bobbed up and down on his cock as I felt Cedrick pull the fingers from me and the unmistakable feel of the head of his cock at my hole. He pushed the head in and held it there as it sent little shocks of both pleasure and pain to me senses. Cedrick’s grabbed hold of my waist as he began pushing inch after inch of his fuck stick into me, he would stop after a few inches allowing me to get used to his cock and suck more of Seth’s cock. I soon felt Cedrick’s balls rest against mine, as he reached around and started stroking my cock.

“Your ass feels good,” he told me as he began sawing slowly in and out of me.

All I could do is moan sandwiched between the two cocks as they was both in a good rhythm now. Cedrick’s was jacking me off as his cock slid fully in and out of me. His cock made me remember just how much I loved a good hot cock as he was fully sliding in and out of mecidiyeköy escort my ass now. Cedrick pulled me back and we both rose to our feet, pulling Seth’s cock from my mouth. I reached out with my tongue as his cock slipped from my mouth licking the head as I was brought to my feet. Cedrick pulled me back with him his cock still fully in me as he sat down on a couch, I took my cue and started bouncing up and down on his cock as Seth walked over and grabbed my head and slide his cock back in my mouth.

“I am going to cum soon he told me,” as he jacked off while I swirled my tongue all over his cock. Cedrick was rolling his hips as I bounced up and down on his cock riding him as he fucked me good and hard. Seth’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he began cumming. I locked my lips around the head of his cock as he shot his thick rope of cum into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as he continued to cum. I ran my hands thru his hairy chest as he continued to dump his load in my mouth, until I couldn’t swallow any more and it ran out my mouth and down my chin dripping on my sweaty chest. He finally stopped cumming as he looked down at me and smiled as he dropped to his knees and licked the excess cum from my face and chest. He then continued licking down my chest and to my cock and balls and then on down to Cedrick’s cock and balls. He would alternate from licking and sucking on Cedrick’s balls and cock as it slide in and out of my hole then back up to my cock. I blew my load all over Seth’s face as he was licking Cedrick’s ball sac as he pistoned in and out of me. Then I felt Cedrick dump his load in my ass. As I flexed my ass muscles milking his cock he pushed me off him and pulled Seth’s face down on him as he licked him completely clean. After Seth finished licking Cedrick’s cock clean he licked the cum from my ass, then got up gathering his clothes. Telling Cedrick to lock up when he was done and that he would see him next week.

After Seth left Cedrick told me that Seth had been sucking him and letting him fuck his ass for over a year. Cedrick went on to explain that a lot of the guys in the gym sucked his cock and let him fuck them thanks to Seth. So when He found out I was bi he figured he would share me with Seth. I had no complaints as I lowered my head and began sucking his cock as he told me story after story of his conquests at the gym. It wasn’t long before Cedrick blew a load down my throat and we got up to do our normal workout for the night. When I got home that evening it was much later than usual so I had to explain to my wife why I was so late. My wife and I have a very open relationship, she knows I am bi and as long as I tell her about my exigencies she doesn’t have any problems with it. She has very interested in my times with Cedrick and wanted me to try and set something up so she could join in and have Cedrick fuck the both of us. My wife is a knockout and I knew that Cedrick would love to fuck her. My wife Tammy is 6’2″ and has some long fiery red hair that falls just above her big tight ass. Her breast are a big and natural at a 34D and her nipples are huge about the size of those kindergarden pencil erasers. Her areolas are very dark and a nice contrast to her olive skin. What really sets her entire look off is her smoldering brown eyes. She is as wild as they come and is also bi. So our sex life as always been exciting to say the least. I could hardly wait until I was able to get Cedrick to fuck her with his huge cock.