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Life was never the same for them. It was hard for him and for her too. But they never gave up hopes. Hopes of a better future somewhere, somehow.

An accident had left her paralyzed neck down. And it was he who was always with her. A month had passed since the hemorrhage. For two weeks, she was in a hospital and after being discharged, she came back home. Being a writer, she continued her work with the help of her apprentice. She would dictate and he would key in. life was not easy, rather it was difficult but she never gave up.

It was late when he returned home from the office. His absence from office during her stay in hospital had left a huge pile of work. As usual just after his office, he went to his dear wife. He sat with her holding her hand and talking about his day. He was very tired and the day was hot. The temperature was shooting. He went for a bath.

Stepping out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he stepped in front of a mirror, combing his wet hair. All the time her ravenous, longing eyes were watching him with appetite. When he looked at her, she smiled back at him. He too knew what the smile was about. He too wanted it but this time, he was not sure, hesitant.

He sat beside her, holding her hand and asked if she wanted anything. She nodded and replied, “Bath”. His heart was pumping fast. A long stint in hospital and his days loaded with work both at home and office. He needed his wife. Perhaps now more than ever, and still he knew it was not possible. He knew it was the end of their sexual life. He looked around for the nurse. She replied; the nurse is not here. I let her go today in the evening. He smiled at her and lifted her in his arms. He could not help noticing how much weight she had lost.

Once in the bathtub, he slowly removed her dress one by one. He never felt like this before. His own physical desire was on one side and on the other was the difficult situation that life had got them. It was a quick bath. Both of them were lost in memories of the time when they had a shower together. All the time, she was so active and fun loving. He felt like izmit rus escort holding her tight and shaking her till the invisible stone cast that had trapped her crumbled down.

He soaped and massaged every part of her body. The moment his hands were about to clean up her valley of the garden and his dearest dark cave, his hand hesitated for a moment. After all, those were the very spots were they had enjoyed so much. Wiping her dry, he fully dressed her in a black skirt and white shirt.

Carefully, he laid her back, changed his trousers and began arranging the sofa to sleep. Since she came back from the hospital, he had been sleeping in a sofa.

She called out, “would you please sleep here tonight, on the bed?” It was something he was afraid of. The surge of blood was making him restless. He needed more distance from her. He was afraid, of being close to her and still not being insane. Here she was calling him. Did she not understand what he was going through? But he loved her too much to think about himself. She needed him and that was enough for him to say sure.

Both of them knew that they were wide awake, listening to the breaths of night. He was trying his level best not to look at her. But time and again his gaze went to her and he found her watching him intently.

After sometime she said, “I want my husband tonight. I want to feel him.” He was taken by surprise. He knew what she felt like but had never expected a request like this from her. Was it because she knew what he wanted.

He replied in a broken sentence, “but … you…you are not ..”

“shhhh… I want my husband…”came her reply.

“Doctor … I mean… How can … I mean … Won’t it harm you… you don’t understand.”

“Please”, she said no more, though he was expecting a long discussion. Her silence was indicative of her decision.

Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, pulled her to the middle of the bed for her safety and bent over her. Her lips parted a bit to call him. He planted his lips over her and it seemed the thirst of centuries just got kindled. His lips sucked her and her vibrant izmit escort tongue teased his hungry mouth. When he left, her lips were bright red. She smiled and commanded him to remove his last piece of his attire. Her wish was his command, removing his last piece of garment, his trouser. Even before his could remove it completely, his patience ran out. His mouth found a place on her neck while his hands were busy removing his trouser. Once he got rid of his apparel, he stopped at once to look at her. There was a fire burning in her eyes. She was communicating with her half-open eyes. The effect of his volley of kisses on her neck was still very evident. It was driving him insane. He could no longer control himself. His hands reached the hook of her skirt.

“Please”, she pleaded, her voice in a whisper, eyes closed, and her face lifted slightly. That was only movement possible for her. Her inability again pained him. His anger and pain found a way out through her skirt. Her skirt was ripped apart. He tore it, and in shred, it came out. Somehow it gave them both immense pleasure.

His longing hands traversed the length and breadth of her fair thighs, shanks and toes. He was touching them to reassure himself that they were still his. He had not lost it. The more he touched them, more she whispered sweet nonsense.

He took one leg at a time, held it by one hand and licked it in the reverse direction. She had no sensation in her legs but still seeing him touch her, lick her was giving her immense sexual pleasure. She closed her eyes for few moments. She was savoring each touch and kiss. Science may not agree that she could feel his warm lips and a burning tongue. There are forces still unexplained by science. She was feeling him all over her. All of his touches were carried to her, not by her skin but by his intense feeling, love and care. These were received loud and clear not by her impaired carrier but by emotions that had bound them too tightly.

“The shirt”, she reminded. The next moment, she was in his arm and her shirt slid down her quite hands. She was only in her lingerie. Her hands were by her side, little kocaeli escort extended from her body and her legs as he had kept them one on the other. She seemed so perfect size 0. Her lips murmured something. He looked at her, her expression had changed a bit. On the side stand was a knife. He got it, and gently cut her beautiful brassiere. The same treatment was given to the lower one.

Once freeing her of them, he watched her. He slept on her, each limb touching hers. And slowly moved upward, giving her time to access his lips, neck, chest one after another. Then there was a turn of his little rudimentary organ. She sucked them hard till he clasped his hand in her hair and gently pulled her face upward to his. Again, he moved up a bit giving her time to dig in her tongue in his deep naval. His eyes were closed with anticipation of the next stoppage. It brought her mouth to the most sensitive part on his body. Teasing the shaft with her nose, she moved to the inner lining of the scrotum. She was there till he mourned and mourned and mourned.

He shook a bit, his muscles tensed before the release. Her face was all splashed with his fluid. Now it was his turn, he licked clean her face and went down, parted her legs and moved in deep to kiss the deepest spot. He got up and laid full length on her. He moved his body on her, feeling her and every move was increasing his excitement. It was gathering momentum. He rolled over and slowly and carefully brought her to the top of him. He slowly entered her. The flickering of her eyes and blushing of her face was a testimony of his achievement. Drop of salty water of excitement dripped down from her eyes and so did sweat from him. She had reached her orgasm. Again he rolled her back. He eyes were closed and he was tired. He laid her closer to her. Slowly she opened her eyes and whispered “Thanks”.

He replied, “No! Thanks to you.” He drew her closer to her and enveloping his hands around her, he kissed on her eyes, cheek, lips and neck.

He patted her forehead, and stroked her hair. She seemed to be tired. She drifted to sleep in no time getting his soothing touches and pats. Relieved and satisfied, he too slept peacefully, perhaps for the first time after the accident that had left her better life tied to the bed. But now he knew life was changed but still not so much. It was still beautiful and worth living.

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First Ever Male Massage Pt. 04

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Double Penetration

It had been a while since my last male massage and I now had a new job to throw myself into in London.

It took me a few months to settle into my midweek working away from home and the family and getting to grips with my new job. The nights were closing in and there was less to do at night as a result and my mind began to turn to the delights of London massage scene and what I could get up to.

I trawled my usual sites and apps and found a male masseur offering his service local to me and I text and booked in.

I arrived on time at his flat and he welcomed me in, he was tall, around mid 30’s and had an eastern European accent. He introduced himself as Sam.

I was shown to the front room where a large massage bed was positioned in the middle of the warm dimly lit room. He swiftly left the room and I took it as a sign to undress. I quickly got undressed and got on the bed positioning my flaccid cock between my legs facing towards my feet.

Sam came back into the room and turned some music on. His hands instantly sent shock waves through me, stroking me firmly from my calves up to my thighs, using strong strokes making my legs weaker and warmer. He continued to do both legs before moving to the top of the bed and positioning himself against my head. His hands massaged my back and neck, it wasn’t sensual, more rhythmical but, it was doing the trick as I could feel my cock beginning to harden whilst he stroked his hands lower from my shoulders to the top of my arse.

After what seemed like hours he moved back to my thighs and I waited with pent up tension to see where this led to. His hands began to move up my thigh rubbing his hands over my arse cheek and swiping his hand between my cheeks and touching my balls in the process. I raised myself to meet his touch as he continued to more aggressively stroke and grip me whilst I clenched my arse as he left me to move towards my other leg.

My cock was now fully hard, and he began on my other leg and cheek, I responded the same and he was careful not to touch my cock, but it was clear he was teasing me. The passing of his fingers over my anus and balls was electric, his touch was slow, powerful and deliberate.

I think escort izmit if he’d had carried on doing this, I’d have cum just from this.

He spoke softly saying two words “turn over”. I did as I was told groggily and hard. I lay on my back and my cock was pointing skyward as he moved to the head of the table again and started to massage my chest. I squinted at him as he leant over me and he had his shirt off. He leaned down letting his hands stroke towards my cock but at the last second sliding down either side without touching it. His body was in licking distance but every time I thought about reaching out, he moved.

He continued to tease me again like this for a few minutes. It was agony, I was doing the usual bobbing of my cock, twitching it every time he swiped past, but to no avail.

He was building up my tensions and not releasing them as I had hoped. He finally moved back to my legs and massaged my thighs and feet whilst my cock lay there erect and untouched.

I was by this point in state of torture and then he said “thank you” and walked out of the room. I was gutted, teasing me with his touch one minute and the next leaving me with a hard on and no relief. It was so unsatisfying.

I left his flat and walked home in utter bewilderment at what had happened, plus I was £85 down for 45 minutes!!

Maybe this is what London was, a non-sexual massage City?

I couldn’t believe that was the case and went back to my apps and sites trying to find something that might fit in with me better.

I came across a guy who lived on a narrow boat and offered a gay friendly massage service. He seemed genuine and comms were good although very detailed and blunt I went along with it and booked in for the next night.

I arrived early and messaged, and he stated he would only admit me at our agreed timeslot. Fine I thought and waited in the cold for 8pm. I knocked on the door of the narrow boat and he answered. He was a nice guy maybe 50 tall, quite handsome but I wouldn’t say I was excited by the prospect.

He showed me down the narrow boat and informed me that he always takes a sauna with his clients before the massage to which I agreed. Odd that he had a sauna izmit escort on the narrow boat but whatever this is London after all.

We sat and chatted, me in a small towel and him in his shorts. The conversation flowed about Brexit, families, London and work. We then moved back into the massage room and I climbed on the bed and arrange myself again.

The massage began on my back with him stood next to me and it was nice, the room was warm, music was nice and the pressure was good. I relaxed immediately and I again began to focus on the fact a man was massaging me naked and my wife had no idea had did things like this.

He then moved to the head of the table and began on my shoulders; I had my hands at the top of the table, and I could feel his legs against my hands. It was seconds only until I felt it in his shorts. His hard cock. It was strange, he was hard, the shorts weren’t tight shorts, but his cock was almost laying across his body. I reached out my hand and began to stroke it through his shorts, he immediately dropped the shorts and I felt the reason. He wasn’t hard at all he was flaccid and big.

I stroked his big cock and I felt it getting harder in my hand as I stroked it slowly and deliberately. His felt massive in my hand but I had to see it to make sense of it. I moved my head slightly and opened my eyes and his cock was staring back at me it was easily 8″ long, circumcised and veiny. He moved round the bed slightly towards me and I knew where this was going. I felt his cock settle on the side of my face and I could smell the intoxicating smell of cock close to my mouth and I had to accept it. I moved slightly and took hold of his balls and guided his cock into my mouth.

The taste was heavenly but more so the relief of scratching my itch again. That’s how I see it a release. Taking the cock in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it feels so empowering to me. It wasn’t long before I was taking him deeper into my mouth as he held the back of my head and placed a hand on my back holding me in place. I felt him begin to take control and began to forcefully fuck my mouth and throat. He was fucking my mouth with his thick long cock and I was doing izmit kendi evi olan escort my best to take him.

He was thrusting faster and faster into my willing mouth while forcing me to stay in the position for him to use me. He was grunting loud and breathing deeply as he fucked my mouth, I just held my mouth open for him to use and abuse.

He cried out with what sounded like pain as I felt him cumming in my mouth. I struggled against his hands and his cock as he continued to deposit his load into my throat, I was trying to take it and swallow, but it was flowing out of my mouth at the same time. He collapsed forward forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and I tried to move but couldn’t, the only reprieve came when his cock began to return to its flaccid state again.

I just lay there while he withdrew and gathered himself. He moved to the side of the bed and grabbed my arse and began to massage me strongly stretching me open as he did it. I was still recovering with his cum seeping from my mouth when I felt his mouth on my tight bud. He was very deliberate as he began to eat my arse. His stubble was rubbing on my inner cheeks as his tongue delved into my virgin hole. His hand took my cock as I moved into a kneeling position with my head still on the pillow.

He milked my rigid cock whilst he continued to lick and fuck my arse with his tongue. My head was swirling as he picked up the pace and wanked my cock whilst eating me. I could feel his teeth scratching at my arse as he ate me whilst continuing to wank me.

I started to cum hard as I arched my back further and drove my arse into his face. Ropes of my cum splattering the massage bed as his tongue squirmed over and in me as I continued to be milked. He gripped my cock and pulled my foreskin back hard allowing the last few drops to subside. He pulled my cock backwards through my legs and I felt him swallow my bell end into his mouth tasting me. He released me abruptly and slapped my arse cheeks.

I was panting as he stood up and began to dress silently next to me. I was heady with relief that the assault was over but high on the fact that my boundaries had been pushed yet again and I had been given an experience I hadn’t had before.

I stood with legs like Bambi, I got dressed not looking directly at the guy who’s just semi assaulted me with my blessing of course and left the narrow boat.

What next for London and my adventures into male massages…

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First Time

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It was a pretty warm night in July of 2002. I had just gotten back from physical therapy to find the entire barracks empty. My unit had gone out to the field for a week and I had the place to myself for a few days. I was technically on leave because I had just had knee surgery a month ago, so I really didn’t have to stick around, but a hotel out in town was just to expensive.

I went up to my room, and finally being able to enjoy a little private time between my cock and I, I went to my stash and grabbed the latest penthouse I had bought on my last excursion into town. I sat down, lowered my zipper, turned to my favorite spread, and pulled out my little friend to get reacquainted. I got nice and hard and was enjoying myself when I caught the sound of the shower running in the bathroom my room shared with the neighbor. I didn’t think too much of it, I figured even if he had stayed behind, he would have no reason to come in my room.

I continued to slowly play with myself, enjoying the fact that my roommate was gone, when what should happen, the guy using the shower opens the door to my room, peeks in to see if I am here and catches me with a handful. Quickly I shove my now extremely hard dick back into my pants, hoping he didn’t see to much and hoping he saw enough to go away. That wasn’t to happen. Here I am, shorts tenting out, copy of a porn mag in my hand, and this guy walks in with nothing but a towel talking to me like nothing was going on.

He explained his shower was broken and my neighbor gave escort izmit him the key so he could use ours. He then proceeded to tell me he had been at the gym, and his muscles were very sore, so he would consider it a favor if I could rub some lotion into his back for him. While things were certainly starting to subside, I still wanted to get back to what I had started so I consented, anything to get rid of him. I probably should have figured by now that something was up, but my brain was just a little cloudy.

He went over to my bed, laid down on his belly and handed me the bottle. I started off a little slow, lotion into the shoulders, forgetting for a moment that I still had quite a bit of chub, and if he hadn’t figured it out before, there was no way he couldn’t tell now with my midsection inches from his face. He kept asking me to go lower and apply more pressure, so I had to climb on the bed and straddle his back. In this position, my still sensitive cock was rubbing against his back with every move I made, and I am sure he could tell what was happening. He kept urging me to go lower, and pretty soon I reached the top of the towel. He pulled it off, so now here I am, raging hard on, with nothing between his naked body and I but a thin pair of shorts. This situation may have appeared to me as awkward as it really was if I had enough blood flowing to my brain, but I wasn’t thinking to clearly. Even with my blood reduced foggy mind, I knew this was much much more than a simple massage when he reached behind him izmit escort and started tugging at my shorts. To this day, I am not sure why, but I continued to go with the flow, and before I knew it, I was kneeling on top of another man, completely naked.

I had never been in this situation before, nor had I ever given it much thought. He could tell I was completely lost at this, because he rolled over with me on top, moving so I wound up on my back with him on his knees between my legs. He wrapped his hand around my cock, and gave it a couple pumps. At this point I was just to damn horny to stop any of it. He slid back, leaned in and put my dick in his mouth, sucking on it and playing with my balls. He went all the way down, deep throating it, before sliding back up, letting it slide out of his mouth with a plop. He then spit on it a little bit, and sucked it back into his lips, sucking on just the head. It was an amazing BJ and I was just getting hornier by the minute.

The whole time he was sucking my cock, he was slowly moving down the bed turning his body so his cock ended up by my face. I had never done it before, but I was caught up in the moment, so I reached over, wrapped my hand around his 6.5 inch meat. Slowly I turned my head, he pressed it up against my lips, so I opened slightly and pushed in. I tried to repeat everything he was doing to me, licking the underside of the cock, working my lips just around the head, giving what I assume was a decent blow job for a first timer.

I izmit kendi evi olan escort was ready to explode it felt so good. That is when He stopped, looking back at me with a mouthful of his dick and asked “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?” I shook my head no, so he asked “Want one?” I thought about it for a second before the hornieness overwhelmed me and shook my head yes.

He pulled out of my mouth, resumed his position between my knees, grabbed the now forgotten lotion bottle and began to generously lube my asshole and his cock. After a few minutes, I felt a finger go in, and it slid in with ease, he began working lubricant into my virgin hole, and then the finger came out and was replaced by something much larger. I could feel his condom covered cock pushing against my hole, and slowly I could feel it going in. It slid in with a pop, and he held it there for a moment, allowing me to get used to it.

Soon he begin to piston his hips, thrusting deep into my ass, and it didn’t hurt like I thought it would, it felt really good. I could feel his cock massaging my prostate as he thrust deeper, as well as the sensations of it sliding over my nerve endings in my hole. He continued to fuck me for a good fifteen minutes, stroking my cock with one hand, the other holding up my good leg to keep me open. I soon came all over my self, and shortly there after he pulled out of my ass, straddled my chest, pulled the condom off and shot his cum on my chest and into my mouth.

That is the story of my first and only gay experience. It was something I enjoyed, and if the opportunity, timing, and other participant(s) were right, I would try it again. Perhaps performing for my girlfriend, who actually inspired me to write this out for the first time.

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Jessica, Helga and Me

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While I was putting the final touches on my packing for our Caribbean dream vacation of a lifetime, the telephone shrilled. My live-in boyfriend, who was to accompany me, called to say he had a business emergency and would have to fly to New York tonight. He urged me to begin the trip alone, saying that he would join me in four days. I didn’t particularly care to travel solo, but we had been planning for six months. The travel agency had our semi-luxury accommodations booked for two glorious weeks.

The plane landed on time and I was whisked off in a hotel limousine. After generously tipping the bell boy, I gently closed the door, dying for a shower. Showers in paradise are just as good as those at home, but with an added element. There were all kinds of exotic oils and soaps in the shower of which I made full use.

Smelling like flowers and wrapped in the soft terry cloth robe provided by the hotel, I stepped out onto the terrace. The beach and ocean nearly hypnotized me with their simple beauty. Looking at the terrace next to me, I saw a lovely, full head of silver hair being brushed by a young, blonde woman. They must have felt me staring as they both turned to look at me.

“Hello, ladies,” I called, caught. “Beautiful day isn’t it?”

“Hello,” they responded in unison. “Quite,” said the older.

The face that went with the silver hair was unlined. Her body was slim and shapely in a brief two piece bathing suit. The lady was probably only twice as old as my own 22 years. She was gorgeous.

“How long is your vacation,” I asked, prolonging the scene.

“Helga and I–Helga is my social secretary/companion–are here for two weeks,” she answered with a smile. “I am Jessica.”

“I’m Anabel. And so am I. My boyfriend is joining me in four days,” I volunteered. “Well, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing. Nice meeting you. I’m sure we’ll see each other around.”

I saw them that night in the hotel’s casino. Holding a drink, I wandered around the huge room taking in all the sights, including them. Jessica was seated at a dollar slot machine with Helga standing behind her, hands on her shoulders. Over and over Jessica inserted coins and pressed the button. When the machine finally paid off, they were ecstatic as they hugged. Helga kissed her full on the lips as she caressed her back. Were these two women lovers, I wondered. Just the thought that they could be fucking each other right next door to me excited me. They are both very beautiful women and I could easily see why each would want the other.

I lay in bed that night thinking about them. Had they come back to the suite? Were they doing it now? I wasn’t ignorant about lesbian sex. In my rebellious teen years, a college girl bet me she could make me cum in five minutes. I lost that bet under a pile of coats at a frat party as I came in two with her long tongue stuck in my pussy. Was one of them sucking the other’s pussy? Were they doing it at the same time? I fingered myself to orgasm imagining myself holding a silver head between my thighs and having a tall blonde sucking at my breasts.

At breakfast, I saw Helga at a table alone and decided to approach her. “Hi, Helga. May I join you?” I asked.

“Of course, Anabel,” she said smiling up at me. “Say, one of the maids told me about a real nude beach on another island. Would you like to go with me?”

“Sure,”I said perking up. I’d get to see her and Jessica naked. “I’d love to have an even tan for Jeff. escort izmit Is Jessica joining us?”

“No. She’s conducting business by telephone this morning.”

On the ferry ride over, Helga told me more about herself and her relationship with Jessica. “She and her husband vacationed in Sweden several years ago,” Helga began. “I had a summer job as a hotel chambermaid. Jessica and her husband, Harlan, took a special interest in me. They told me all about America and made sure that I didn’t have to work too hard for them. At the end of two weeks, they asked if I would like to go back to America with them as a member of their staff. Well, I was 18 already and jumped on the idea. In gratitude, I let Harlan and Jessica touch me inside my panties a bit more than they had before. Separately, of course. By the time we flew to the United States two weeks later, I had fully fucked both of them several times. My position was to be a social secretary/personal companion to Jessica. Harlan and Jessica discovered the truth about each other where I was concerned. There was no jealousy. Fucking me enhanced their sex life. Being their social secretary, I simply set up a schedule for when each one could fuck me.”

“Wow, Helga. Did you really enjoy them or merely endure them because they helped you?”

“Anabel, I truly loved it. We were devastated when Harlan died in an airplane crash two years ago. Jessica and I got even closer. Actually, we love each other.”

We arrived at the beach. There was nudity everywhere. Helga and I shucked our clothes and spread out on beach towels. I couldn’t help but admire Helga’s lush body. She is about 5′ 9″ and stacked–long, shapely thighs and legs, full high breasts, big blue eyes and long, straight blond hair. She was perfection walking. I’m not quite as tall as her, but my breasts are as big. My black hair is a thick shoulder length and lightly curly. I have been told that my violet eyes resemble Elizabeth Taylor’s. I suppose Helga and I made striking opposites by the way people were watching us.

We continued our conversation as we sunned. “Helga,” I inquired, “do you think Jessica would object to us being like this?”

“I love her dearly, Anabel, but I don’t tell her everything. For example, I didn’t tell her about the cute little redhead and her boyfriend that I picked up in the movies three days ago. I sat between them and let them feel me up. Their hands were practically fighting for my pussy and breasts. We went back to their apartment and fucked our brains out. The guy was shorter than me, but made up for the lack with one of the biggest dicks I’ve even seen on a guy. He really knew what to do with it. And his girl dripped pussy juice in my mouth as she fucked my face. They were a fun couple. What’s more, I suspect Jessica is fucking a man from our country club who reminds her of Harlan. No harm done.”

The couple next to us began to get quite amorous. Before long he was stoking his dick deep into her pussy. They were oblivious to us and everyone else as they fucked loudly. “They are making me really hot,” Helga said squirming. “Anabel, do you mind if I at least rub that pretty pussy of yours? I need some human contact, now!.”

“Ok, Helga. I guess it’s all right.” I looked around and saw people kissing and touching. Helga would do to me what she does to Jessica. Hell, yes. “Other people around here are really going after each other.”

“Let me make you feel good,” she said before she took one of my breasts izmit escort in her hot mouth. “It is so, so good with a woman,” she mumbled as she stroked my slit. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it? I will make you come so easily,” she crooned as she found my g-spot and finger fucked me to orgasm. “Try some of this pussy, Anabel,” she said in a sultry voice as she moved above me. Helga put her large pussy to mine and rode me hard on the sandy beach. I had no idea a woman’s clit could swell so large. We came together at the same time as the couple beside us and then ran to the ocean.

Waves crashed around us at the water’s edge as, entwined, we kissed and screwed again. As Helga was telling me how beautiful I was, I moved up on the sand and let her eat my pussy. She said she would just perish if she couldn’t put her tongue inside my dark pussy right then. She brought me over the edge again and again. The ferry took us, exhausted and fucked-up to the eyeballs, back to the other island in the afternoon.

We said goodbye at my door. I watched Helga as she went in to her lover. She and Jessica had not made love this morning. “Jessica will be very horny,” she said smiling at me.

Again I imagined them fucking. I could see in my mind Helga screwing Jessica’s pussy like she did mine on the beach. I showered and lay down to take a nap. I awoke at 5pm to a ringing telephone. It was Jessica inviting me to dine with them at 8.

We had a six course dinner at an elegant restaurant in the city. Wine and conversation flowed. Facts about my life spilled forth as I played footsie with Helga under the table. Jessica seemed fascinated with me. Helga must have told her about us after all. Did she want to fuck me, too? We arrived back at our hotel a little giddy from the wines. When I couldn’t find my key card easily, Jessica took my arm. “Come, darling. You can sleep with us tonight.”

In their bedroom, we undressed to our birthday suits and fell into bed still giggling. Jessica said goodnight and kissed me deeply. The kiss traveled south to my pussy as I moaned in her mouth.

“My turn,” said Helga, who followed suit, but covered my pussy with her hand. Then the two of them reached over me and kissed each other. I fell asleep.

Some time later, I felt a warm tongue licking my pussy. I opened my eyes to see Jessica’s silver hair between my legs. She tongue-fucked me hard to a shattering orgasm. I rewarded her with a mouthful of my nectar. Jeff was not even in the same league as these women in pussy-eating skills. “I knew you would taste wonderful, darling,” she said as she licked away the remaining juice. Helga was watching us from across the room. Her hair was in wild disarray, her eyes shining and she beautiful as she approached the bed. A seven inch dick protruded from her pelvis.

“Jessica, even though we have company,” she said, rubbing her blue penis, “let’s not break our routine. You know you need my dick to sleep soundly. Get on your knees.”

“That’s why I love you, darling,” Jessica crooned. I settled into a chair to watch as Helga dipped the dick into Jessica’s dripping pussy. Jessica moaned deeply as Helga took her in long, powerful strokes until she came. Helga then pulled her wet dick out and aimed it at her lover’s asshole.

“Please, Helga. Please, do it hard, just like I love it, darling” Jessica begged. She was turned on to the hilt.

Helga slid the dick into Jessica’s ass in one fell swoop. Jessica bucked izmit kendi evi olan escort as Helga fucked her as she requested. Helga was pulling out and ramming in her ass repeatedly. I could hear flesh on flesh as their wet skin slapped together. The site of them fucking was magnificent.

Helga was in seventh heaven as she fucked her lover. Her lithe body gyrated as she thrust in hard and pulled out slowly. A myriad of emotions crossed her beautiful, flushed face as she came in Jessica’s ass, screaming in lust. I walked to the bed and kissed them both lightly and dressed to leave them alone. The night of love was surely not over for them. Helga pulled Jessica up but was still moving inside her. She was rubbing her pussy, sucking her neck, kissing her and whispering to her. With a wet pussy of my own, I left quietly.

My boyfriend arrived two days earlier than expected and was in our room when I walked next door. With my wet, open pussy, sensitive breasts, swollen lips and in a turned-on state of mind, I crawled on him in the dark and fucked him better than I had done in the whole of our relationship. The fucking that I knew was happening next door was still high in my mind.

Jeff was still dead to the world when I slipped out of the room the next morning. I left a note explaining that I had gone jogging. Instead I knocked at Jessica’s. I wanted to thank them for last night. Jessica answered, pulling me in. “Helga’s swimming at the beach. Let’s go on the terrace.”

“Thanks for last night,” I said. “It is fortunate I went to my room. My boyfriend, Jeff, had arrived.”

“I’m glad for you, darling. Now take off those clothes and let me fuck you outside. It’s such a nice morning.”

I was nervous, even a little frightened. Jeff could walk out and see us. The fear of discovery also turned me on. Jessica expertly ate my pussy at a very leisurely pace. Threading my fingers through her silver hair, I pushed my pussy up allowing her full access to it. Jessica let me cum twice before she spread herself out on the other chaise. She asked me to lay on her, pussy to pussy. That position allowed me to screw her and watch my terrace. Fucking the silver-haired Jessica was what I needed to do from the first time I laid eyes on her. I was so caught up in the lustful act. I would not have stopped even if Jeff appeared. I would not stop moving on this exquisite pussy, with its large clit, with the short silver hairs that tickled me slightly as I screwed. I would not stop until I had my fill. When Jessica stuck her wet finger in my ass, I sawed our mingled pussies to another sweet orgasm.

Sliding from Jessica to the floor, still high from our loving, I kneeled between her legs. Jessica was wet and open from her last cum. I rubbed my entire face–cheeks, nose, and forehead in the sweet warmth of her. Her smell intoxicated me. And then, at long last, I tasted the first pussy of my life. I proceeded to do to her what she and Helga had done to me. I feasted. I touched. I sucked. I licked. I tasted. I plunged. She came in my mouth. She came on my face. My pussy leaked on her terrace. I gloried in the sweet flesh of this older woman.

With one and a half weeks left on our vacations, I was so happy with my lesbian friends. I would never have thought I could enjoy a woman’s touch so much. I saw them as often as I could when he was not around. Helga and I slipped back to the nude beach. We put on quite a show in front of the other bathers fucking each other with her thick, two-headed penis. Jessica and I fucked when Jeff golfed. We became intense quickie experts, but the cums were just as sweet.

Never again will I look at two beautiful women together and not wonder if they have tasted each other.

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This is a quick fantasy, written for a distant friend. Places and architectural quirks are NOT fictional; this could happen.

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You’ve come to San Francisco. Julie and I are showing you and Carl around town. We go to Gaspari’s, a family-owned Italian restaurant, Julie’s favorite.

You and I are sitting across from one another. The table is no match for my long legs, the calves of which are resting against your ankle. We regard one another directly amid the light dinner chat. I am flirting shamelessly to justify the flush which is emerging in your cheeks.

I hear the distinct sound of a pair of shoes hitting the floor beneath the table. You corner me into telling a long story and I feel your feet against my calves, sliding slowly up. I desperately try to remain light and calm, relating some lame story as I feel a nimble foot moving past my knees. In my mind I am watching a prettily stockinged foot edging sensually toward the danger zone, and I struggle to maintain the thread and cadence of my anecdote.

As you reach the top of my thighs I thrust imperceptibly forward to meet your foot. The effect izmit rus escort of this little game is clearly evident, and I can feel your little painted toes curling around my rigid cock, causing it to swell painfully.

I try to avoid looking at your glittering eyes or devilish smirk and prattle on, barely coherent. I am shifting uncomfortably but every move I make, every squirm, just gives you a better grip on my aching crotch.

Your foot drops away and I hear you slip on your shoes to excuse yourself for a trip to the bathroom. My erection fails to subside and after a while I excuse myself as well. In the men’s room I head for the last stall. I sit quietly, looking up at a high sort of transom window separating the men’s and women’s rooms. I hear soft, muffled moans, so soft and discreet, and a hurried rustling. I wait for a while, hanging on every little sound, until I can stand it no more.

“I hear you, Anne.”

A little gasp and a squeak. “You do not!”

“I do, Anne. Of course, I know what to listen for.” A beat. “I can hear you blushing now.”

Flustered sounds, an awkward izmit escort moment…

“Would you like me to join you?” This is met with another alarmed squeak. “From here, I mean.” A gasp and a sigh.

I unzip noisily and slide my hand into my pants. Within, my cock lays like a damp log, and it leaps to attention. A sighing grunt involuntarily escapes my lips, and I hear the soft wet sounds resume on the other side of the wall.

With my back against the shared wall I slide my fist up and down my cock, already slippery with anticipation. My other hand drops down the front, gently stroking my balls, causing my cock to ooze. I slide my hand wetly over the taut head of my cock, swirling smoothly around it and tickling the sensitive underside, and my balls jump in my other hand. The noise of my breathing has become more pronounced and I pray no one comes in the bathroom. As I press my thumb across the slick surface of the head I groan and gasp, and I hear the sounds on the other side of the wall getting more urgent.

You are whimpering now, a pressured, stifled sound. I imagine you there, back to back with me, you hand kocaeli escort moving furiously through the drenched folds of your pussy while you gently stroke your breasts, your face contorted in ecstasy. The tension is building and you are on tiptoe, calf muscles taut, thighs straining against the lingerie. As you begin to moan long and low, then suddenly hurried, I feel my balls pull in, high and tight, my scrotum thick and the hairs standing on end. I venture the release of those distinctive moans that tell you my climax is near, and you respond in kind, culminating in a mighty, shuddering orgasm. My hips are bucking and I explode into my hand, the spurts coming again and again. My hand is slick with my come, it’s spilling over the side and coating my knuckles. We stand, panting, back to back, and wipe the bulk of the messes off with a tissue, then reassemble our clothing.

When I hear your stall door open I hiss at you not to wash your hands. You come out of the bathroom, past the men’s room door on your way back to the table. I pop the door open and haul you in. We look at one another for a long moment, and then I look at your hands. You proffer your still-damp hand, and I take it into my mouth, inhaling deeply and licking up whatever remnants of your passion that I can find. I find that you are doing the same for me. After that, we wash up and head back to the table.

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Ashley was aware before she had the energy to pry her eyes open. That alone made her not want to open them and become fully awake. She was warm and cozy, snuggled in under her sheet. Her body felt both energized, yet pleasantly heavy.

Memories of the day before slowly started to flicker through her mind, bringing a lazy, lopsided smile to her face. Those memories also convinced her to open her eyes, her smile growing when she saw JJ, curled around her and sleeping.

A sense of contentment swept over the blonde followed by curiosity. Ashley glanced up at JJ’s face, relaxed and peaceful in sleep, none of the usual seriousness present. Ashely took that as encouragement and slipped a hand up to lightly touch one of JJ’s nipples, the pale brown nubs soft and relaxed. She circled the areola, fascinated with how silky soft the skin was.

Ashley ran her fingertips in lazy circles around the small but plump mass of JJ’s breast, coasting across the shallow valley to play with the other one. When she had both nipples awake and rigid Ashley swept her hand down JJ’s torso. Even in sleep the older woman’s muscles were clearly defined under her milky skin.

Ashley paused at JJ’s small, innie bellybutton and dipped a finger into the tiny indentation.

When her fingers bumped into JJ’s belt buckle Ashley peeked down, her eyes having been drawn to the steady pulse of JJ’s heartbeat, visible in the hollow of her collarbone. JJ still wore her jeans, complete with the heavy leather belt. A naughty idea lit inside Ashley’s head and she chewed her lip, glancing up at JJ’s sleeping face, then back at her pants. She knew JJ had been heavily aroused last night, but hadn’t allowed Ashley to do anything about it.

Ashley moved carefully so she wouldn’t wake JJ. The buckle of her belt clanked loudly, but JJ never stirred, her arm still draped lazily over Ashley’s hip. The zipper got stuck for a second, the fabric rumpled. It took a slight tug and it came free, allowing the curious blonde to open JJ’s jeans.

JJ wore a pair of briefs that looked like men’s underwear. Ashley pulled the denim away from JJ’s body enough to see the pocket, intended for a penis that JJ certainly didn’t have. Somehow, Ashley found the sight rather exciting, the red fabric and dark grey seams contrasting brilliantly with JJ’s pale skin. She hooked a finger into the wide elastic waistband, checking once more to make sure JJ was sleeping, then pulled the briefs away and peeked inside.

She’d been expecting to find pubic hair, dark as the hair on JJ’s head and curly like her own. Instead she found nothing but bare pale skin. Ashley stared and blinked, overwhelmed for a moment by images of bare, intimate skin. She’d heard plenty about how other girls groomed their privates, but she’d never felt the need. The idea of taking a razor to those tender bits was a little scary. What if she cut herself? Can’t exactly get a bandaid there, now can you?

“Like what you see?” JJ’s voice was quiet and low, just a bit raspy from sleep. It still startled Ashley enough that she jumped and let the elastic band snap back against JJ’s flat abdomen. She looked up into sleepy brown eyes, blushing when JJ grinned.

“Sorry.” Ashley whispered, feeling a little bit guilty about getting caught peeking.

“Look all you want, I don’t mind.” JJ rolled into Ashley and kissed her forehead before resting her own against Ashley’s. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I think I’m the one who should be asking you, since you’re in my bed.” Ashley giggled.

JJ waved that small detail away with a half-hearted gesture. “Who cares?”

“No one. I slept well. Stayed nice and warm all night long.” Ashley felt shy now that JJ was awake and talking so causally with her. She’d kind of expected this morning to feel more awkward, never having woken up in bed with someone else.

“Same. Don’t wanna get up.” JJ sighed and pulled Ashley closer, their hips coming together flush.

Ashley bit her lip and snuck a hand between them, pushing at JJ’s jeans. “Me neither.”

JJ hummed in her throat, rolling to her back and helping Ashley push her jeans down. Before she let Ashley’s hand start exploring, JJ held her wrist and looked the blonde in the eyes. “I’m not expecting you to make me cum. Just have fun, explore. Do anything you want. I’ll tell you if it’s good or not.” JJ kissed Ashley’s fingertips then let her hand go.

Ashley blushed and looked away from JJ, watching her hand reach for JJ’s bare sex. Both of them gasped quietly when she made contact, her fingertips just barely brushing the smooth skin. Ashley stroked the bare area for a while, amazed at the smoothness of JJ’s skin.

Before long she got more curious, and with a deep breath, slipped her fingers over the curve of JJ’s sex and traced the seam of her labia. More silky skin beneath her fingertips, but now Ashley could feel the heat radiating from JJ’s body.

Wanting to watch what she was doing, Ashley sat up and leaned over JJ’s knee. JJ pulled her other leg out of her pants completely to spread her thighs wider to izmit rus escort give Ashley more room. Ashley caressed JJ’s thighs, admiring the hefty muscles that lay still under her touch. JJ sighed when Ashley’s curious fingers grazed along the crease of thigh and groin.

“Is that a good spot?” Ashley whispered, stroking up and down along that same area.

“Yeah. Too much and it’s just ticklish though.” JJ folded her arms behind her head to watch Ashley.

“I’ll remember that.” Ashley shifted herself again, laying between JJ’s thighs, to get a close look at everything. She used her thumbs to peel JJ’s pussy open, the pink inside a slightly darker shade than her own. She studied the folds and creases, noting that JJ was already, or still, wet. She could see the tight entrance to JJ’s body, seeping the clear liquid that coated the lush pink of her puss.

Ashley inhaled discreetly, finding that the sweetly musky smell was rather appealing. She’d sniffed at her own fingers before after masturbating and was familiar with her own scent. JJ had more of a musky smell but Ashley rather liked that.

“You can touch if you want.” JJ encouraged, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate.

“I know. Just getting a good look first. I’ve looked at my own, but never from this angle. Obviously.” Ashley blushed, pulling JJ’s lips wider, watching how that moved everything else. She glanced up and spotted JJ’s clit, a small bud peeking out of from underneath its fleshy hood.

With a deep breath and a swipe of her tongue to wet dry lips, Ashley moved her hand, a single finger extended and tentatively touched JJ, stroking slowly down the wet crease of her smaller inner labia.

JJ’s pussy felt like her own, hot, wet, and silky smooth. Ashley pushed that same finger through the gathered moisture at JJ’s slick perineum and ventured up to the older girl’s clitoris. She rubbed the hood, not sure about the tip yet. She knew her own was too sensitive to touch sometimes, and didn’t want JJ to pull away.

Making small strokes up and down the short length, Ashley watched JJ’s clit play peek-a-boo. She could feel the small shaft under her finger becoming stiffer, the way her own did when she masturbated.

“You can rub the tip if you want.” JJ murmured, cocking her head to watch from a different angle. She wanted that intense sensation, but didn’t want to pressure Ashley. Her excitement was building quickly, left over from the night before and fed by the sight of Ashley exploring between her legs.

“Really? I can’t touch mine. It’s too much.” Ashley dragged her finger over JJ’s clit, right over the small bud. JJ’s thighs twitched, more juices seeping from her tiny hole. Ashley focused on rubbing at the little tip, wetting two fingers in JJ’s copious liquid and rubbing them directly over her clitoris.

JJ groaned, her hips twitching under Ashley’s hand. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Ashley blushed, looking up to read JJ’s expression. JJ’s brow was furrowed, her eyes half lidded. She looked from Ashley’s hand to meet her eyes, a pink flush creeping over JJ’s cheekbones, matching the flush on her chest.

The sight of JJ so clearly aroused filled Ashley with confidence. She licked her lip and brought her other hand up to play too. She tapped a fingertip in the pooled juices just under JJ’s hole. Ashley slowed her rubbing, needing to pay attention. With her wet finger she circled around the tight opening, dipping in just a little.

JJ exhaled loudly and pulled her other thigh up, both feet flat on the bed now. She hadn’t expected Ashley to be quite so adventurous or determined. She’d figured Ashley would take a peek, then they’d get up and start the day. Or maybe she’d get to play with Ashley some. This was a pleasant surprise, Ashely’s finger slowly sinking inside JJ.

Once she’d gotten her finger inside JJ Ashley wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never penetrated herself, and never another person. To keep JJ excited, she sped up how quickly she was rubbing JJ’s clit, rewetting her fingers first. Ashley was startled when her finger was squeezed tightly, actually pulling back a little. She pushed back into JJ until her finger was deeper than before, the heat and soft inner walls of JJ’s pussy completely enveloping her digit.

“Don’t stop, baby. Keep going, in and out.” JJ canted her hips up to encourage Ashley to move her finger.

Ashley bit her lip and pulled her finger back, almost all the way out. She could feel the way that JJ’s opening was pulsing, squeezing and gripping. It was very different, but actually kind of exciting. She pushed her finger back into JJ, still rubbing at her aroused clit.

“Fuck Ashie, that’s amazing.” JJ panted, her hands – no longer behind her head – stroking her flat belly. Her thighs were trembling and she was having trouble keeping her head up to watch Ashley.

“Yeah? Does it feel good to have my finger inside you? Inside your pussy?” Ashley blushed, never having said pussy aloud.

“Oh, you have no idea.” JJ dropped her head back and pinched one izmit escort of her nipples.

Ashley almost giggled, pumping her finger into JJ, working out the coordination between her hands. “I have no idea. I’ve never tried this before.”

JJ barked out a short laugh, her hips humping into the air in time with Ashley’s thrusts. “Boys generally aren’t into getting fingered.”

“Ew, no. To myself, I mean.” Ashley wrinkled her nose at the idea of sticking her finger in a boys butt.

JJ was having trouble talking, her body locking up in preparation of exploding. “That’s gonna have to change. Faster, please, Ashie.”

Ashley sped up her rubbing, ignoring the burning of tired muscles in her forearms and shoulder. She didn’t thrust into JJ faster, but added more pressure when she bottomed out.

“Fuck.” JJ moaned, low and rumbly in her chest, her body going completely rigid. Ashley gasped when she felt all of the older woman’s internal muscles clamp down on her finger, pulsing and squeezing rhythmically. She looked up along JJ’s tight body, taking in the way her nipples stood proudly from her modest breasts and the intense expression of pleasure on JJ’s face.

All at once JJ’s body relaxed, slumping back down onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her panting. She waved an arm weakly at Ashely, who gently removed her finger from JJ’s sex and crawled up the bed to lay next to the dark-haired girl.

JJ gathered Ashley to her, their skin sticking because of the sweat coating JJ. JJ pressed her lips to Ashley’s forehead then landed a flurry of light kisses all over her face, making the blonde giggle.

“You’re a goddamn natural.” JJ was still trying to get her breathing back to normal.

“You think?” Ashley asked, pleased beyond words that she’d given JJ pleasure the same way JJ had done for her the night before.

“Think? I still can’t breathe without sounding like a rhinoceros that ran a marathon. You, you are dangerous.” JJ grinned while she said it, so Ashley took it as a good thing.

“Well then you’d better keep on your toes.” Ashley warned, glaring playfully at JJ.

JJ had a reply but she was stopped by a gentle rap on the door. Ashley paled for a second before lunging out of the bed and tossing JJ’s shirt at her, pulling her own on hastily. She stuck her arms through the sleeves and double checked that JJ was covered, then opened the door. “Hey Mom.”

“Hey ladies. I just wanted to let you know breakfast is ready. I felt like making waffles.” Debbie didn’t give any indication that she guessed what they’d been up to. She certainly wasn’t about to mention that Ashley’s shirt was on inside out and backwards.

“I would love some waffles. What about you, Ashie?” JJ lay calmly in the bed still, her naked lower half covered by the blankets.

“Waffles sound great. Do they come with bacon?” Ashley asked, sniffing the air. Whew, it smelled like pussy in there.

“No bacon. Track is starting, you know better missy.” Debbie gave Ashley a look, which made Ashley pout. “There’s still syrup and coffee, if that makes up for it.” Debra leaned on the doorframe, having more fun than she should, dragging this out.

“Well, neither are as good as bacon, but they’ll do.” Ashley repositioned JJ’s jacket on her desk chair and was about to sit down when her mother spoke again.

“Did you two stay up all night? Aren’t those the clothes you were wearing yesterday?” Debbie looked Ashley up and down, then over at JJ. She missed the look of panic Ashley sent JJ, frozen in place.

“We fell asleep talking. Never had a chance to change.” JJ covered smoothly, also having noticed Ashley’s shirt but unsure if Debbie had caught on.

“Okay. Make sure you put clean clothes on before you leave the house. Don’t take too long getting to the kitchen. Cold waffles are not delicious.” She looked between the girls one last time, then left the room, closing the door behind herself. She returned to the kitchen, a broad grin on her face.

Ashley waited the five seconds it would take her mother to get clear of the door then flopped on the bed. “God that was nerve wracking. Do you think we fooled her?”

“Nope. Your shirt is inside out. And backwards.” JJ smirked, reaching under the sheets to pull her briefs and jeans back on.

Ashley pulled the shirt away from her chest to confirm, then groaned. She covered her eyes with an arm. “That’s embarrassing.”

“At least she didn’t chase me from the house with a shotgun. Relax, Ashie. She already knows that something is going on between us. Didn’t you see how she figured it out last night when you asked if I could sleep over?” JJ stood to buckle her pants, then ran a hand over her hair, making sure the bedhead wasn’t outrageous.

“Really?” Ashley half sat up, alarmed.

“Yeah. Calm down.” JJ sat next to Ashley’s hip. “You’re an adult, as I am. I doubt she’ll ask us to keep our physical relationship out of her house.”

“But she knows. Do you think she heard us last night?” Ashley looked genuinely upset, which kocaeli escort was another reminder to JJ how inexperienced the blonde was.

“Ashley, whether she heard us or not, she knows. It could just be because of our past history or intuition. I don’t know. There’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed.” JJ stroked Ashley’s side, patting her bottom.

“I’ve never done something like this here. I never brought a boy in here to make out, you know.” Ashley shared, rolling to lean against JJ.

“And you’d better not start now.” JJ teased, getting a laugh from Ashley.

“No, I’m quite happy with my boy-less bedroom.”

JJ smiled and leaned down to kiss Ashley’s cheek. “Me too.”

***

Breakfast was relaxed, despite Ashley’s embarrassment that her mom knew she and JJ had messed around. She forgot about it after a few minutes in, both JJ and Debra acting as if it didn’t matter. Ashley realized there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about and relaxed, laughing at her mom’s bad jokes.

Debra left shortly after breakfast, needing to get some shopping done. JJ helped Ashley wash up the dishes, then followed the blonde back to the bedroom.

Ashley left the door open, and stretched out on her bed with a sigh. “Well, that went better than I expected.”

“Told you it would be fine.” JJ sat at the foot of the bed and began putting her shoes back on.

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in a little more. I told you I’ve never done this before.” Ashley griped, raising her arms above her head and stretching, a full body stretch that pointed her toes and arched her back.

JJ couldn’t help watching, Ashley’s toned tummy exposed when her shirt rode up. It took some effort to look away and finish tying up her old red high tops. JJ stood and took her jacket from the desk chair.

“Where are you going?” Ashley asked, realizing that JJ was getting ready to leave.

“I’ve got to work on the house. We left all of Emily’s stuff out when we left. I need to put that away and sort out the other trunk.” JJ shook the jacket open and slid first one, then the other arm in.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ashley asked.

JJ shrugged, adjusting the collar of her leather jacket. “I know what to expect now. That it might be something from her, or Mack. It’s okay.”

Ashley frowned, not so much worried for JJ as curious about what could be in the foot locker. She had plans for this afternoon though. “Text me when you figure out what it is, yeah?”

“You bet, little lady.” JJ gave Ashley the same half smile she’d had as a girl.

JJ came to the edge of the bed and leaned over to give Ashley a kiss. Ashley opened her lips immediately for JJ’s tongue. Even though JJ had planned to keep the kiss chaste, she couldn’t resist the invitation and slipped her tongue inside Ashley, tasting the syrup she’d had at breakfast.

Ashley pressed her advantage and slyly slipped her hands inside JJ’s tee, cupping her small breasts and tugging just a little roughly at JJ’s nipples. JJ grunted and pulled back, nipping at Ashley’s lip.

“Easy with the nips, will you?” JJ scolded, softening the words with sucking kisses along Ashley’s neck.

“S, Sorry.” Ashley gasped, tipping her head back to bare her neck.

JJ growled, sucking harder at the tender flesh of Ashley’s neck. An exposed neck was a primal sign of submission, and one that JJ relished. She shivered, knowing that she needed to get going, but reluctant to leave.

Ashley whimpered, her neck more sensitive than she’d known. Tingles were racing up and down her body, raising goosebumps. She ran her hands along JJ’s sides, feeling needy.

It was with a frustrated moan that JJ pulled away from the delicious length of Ashley’s neck. Both women were breathing heavily, but JJ exerted some self-control and straightened.

“I really do need to go, Ashie.” JJ insisted, finger-combing her hair back.

Ashley sat up, rubbing he hand over the wet spot on her neck. “Okay.”

JJ led the way back down the hall and to the front door. She let Ashley open the door, but turned to her before stepping over the threshold. “I enjoyed last night, Ashie. Probably more than you know. I will text you to work out another little date, okay?”

Ashley blushed, but smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

JJ tugged on one of the blonde’s wild curls then stepped onto the porch and walked briskly to her truck.

Ashley waved as JJ drove off, then shut the door and leaned against it, a ridiculous grin on her face and a giddy laugh bubbling up from her throat. In the space of one day, she felt like a completely new woman. Ashley felt like she had discovered some deep secret of the universe, powerful and all-knowing. She knew how to make JJ cum. Ashley knew how JJ’s lips tasted, how she kissed. She knew how JJ’s hands felt on her skin, strong and warm, just a little rough from hard work.

Pushing away from the front door, double checking she’d locked it, Ashley wandered back to her room. The house was empty and she knew exactly what she was going to do. Crawling back onto the bed Ashley laid on her belly, her face pressed to the sheet where JJ had slept. It smelled just like the dark-haired girl and Ashley moaned, slipping a hand underneath her and into her leggings, then into her panties.

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As she got home that night from work, she was tired. She was relaxed now. She badly needed a shower. It was a hot summer day outside that day. She was on a business trip to Florida.

As the moon rose and the time went by even later, the mother felt a little frisky down under. While she was at work or even out and about, the mother knew she was getting checked out. Men young and old took a second look as she bent over to see what she was working with. She was young. However, once upon a time, she liked for the men to watch her every move. She liked to call herself a MILF jokingly when she’d get those glances. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t even 30!

“Damn. I still got it.” She thought, with a grin.

At that moment, dirty thoughts in her brain began to get churning. She started the shower. She started to disrobe. Midway through disrobing, she got her phone. She got the camera out. She thought about it. She was in her bra and shorts. She looked at herself in the mirror. She thought about it. Was it worth it? Maybe. She shrugged and said to herself:

“Fuck it.”

She took a selfie of her generous cleavage. She looked at herself some more. The shower ran on. She took off her shorts, revealing her purple form fitting panties. Feeling increasingly sexy, she switched the camera escort izmit on her phone to video mode. She posed in all different directions, showing off all her assets sexily. She unhooked her bra. The bra fell on the bathroom floor. The video had just become a striptease. As she filmed herself topless, she began to know why she got her nickname…

“Look at her. Mmm! Sweet as brown sugar,” They called her as they looked.

She thought that was so corny. Horny old men. The camera panned down at her ebony brown skin. She dropped her underwear. Naked, she looked as beautiful as a flower. Finally, she got in the shower, feeling naughty. It was tough being a single mother. She had needs, like everybody does.

She left the curtain open when the water hit her body. She moisturized her long athletic legs. Which made men oh so horny. When she thought about it, she looked back at the mirror to see how good she looked. She twerked in the mirror a little as she washed her backside clap a little bit and laughed. She wondered what it would be like if those dirty men watched. She bit her lip as she thought.

As her hands and soap suds moved up her body, she realized this felt good. Her breathing felt different. Her breathing came out of her mouth. Her hands were on her breasts. She softly izmit escort cursed. Her breasts were like soft ebony basketballs. She admired them while lathering them. Her dark sensitive nipples were already erect. She touched her dark hard nipples…

“Ah…” A suppressed moan came out her lips. No wonder she got so many catcalls.

She looked down at the treasure between her legs. That treasure. That treasure that almost every man she knew had fantasies about. She began to wash down there. Her hands crept down at her strawberry colored lips. She began to fondle herself. She looked in the bathroom mirror as her nude athletic body was getting washed off. She turned around and let her backside be rinsed. She looked back at it. And touched her sweet treasure almost in silence. She put one hand on the wall and started to masturbate. She felt the wetness on her sweet vagina, fondling it. She tasted her juices, suckling her finger. One finger was in. Soon, two fingers were in. Soon that silence was no more. The silence was replaced by her repressed moans.

“Ah… Ah… Oh! Fuck…”

Her breathing started to get heavy. Her fingers moved more voraciously. The treasure got wetter. She grabbed the shower handle as she got higher and higher…

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Until she climaxed, biting her bottom lip hard. Breathless and soaking wet, she turned the shower off.

She stepped out of the shower in her natural state. Water was still dripping off her melanin-rich skin. She dried herself off. She looked herself in the mirror, still hot after what transpired in the shower. She admired her nakedness as she relished this part of her routine.

She grabbed the lotion bottle full of aloe Vera. She expertly put her flexible leg on top and started lathering slowly.

She smelled the distinct scent of aloe Vera hitting her shiny legs, then the inside of her thighs…Then lathered her buns while she looked at herself… Smiling. At this time, she remembered the bathroom door was partially ajar now. She was almost finished. She squeezed again. The scent almost aroused her.

She slowly lathered her ebony breasts. It was almost seductive. As her hands made her way down her stomach and her waist… She bit her lip. She found remnants of her wet treasure. She wiped it up with her finger. A devious look on her face formed. She turned her video camera on her phone. She panned down to her still pulsating wet treasure then panned up to her face, sucking her finger with her plump perfect lips. At that moment, she realized why they called her “Brown Sugar.” At that moment, it was clear. And when she realized it, she took one more tantalizing nude picture from behind… for safekeeping in her phone.

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Gay story First but not the last time. Part one.

This is my first attempt at writting a story. I hope I get some feed back. Also some good pointers as to improving the next part. Involving John as well as Pete. At the time this new experience happened to me I had just realised what it was like to play with myself, to rub my cock and get the first feelings of cumming. So on with the story.

This Really is a true story that happened when I was 18 years old. I was always a bit adventurous so I guess that is why my life at that time changed. It all started with wanting a new first bicycle so I had to get a job to pay for it. I was already delivering news papers but I wasn’t getting much money for doing this.

We had a mobile greengrocer ( horse and flat tray dray.) which used to call on most houses around my neighbourhood selling his wares. I asked ‘Pete’ (one of the two men that owned the Business) if he wanted some help and could I get a job with them. Yes was his answer. He needed some one to help with the round and selling the goods. All went well. I was saving for my bike at last.

After the rounds were done he\we would unload the tray and put all the green grocery in the cold room. After it was all put away he would pay me each day. He had a good personality and made me feel good to be with him. We used to joke around etc. After everything was put away and I’d been paid he would insist that I cleaned up before going home. So I used to strip of to my waist and have a wash then get dressed.

One day after I had washed Pete offered to tuck in my shirt for me. When he tucked in the front he touched my cock and said ‘it was quite nice for a 18 year old’. He then turned me around and tucked in the shirt tail and touched me cheeks of my bum. Then he touch my hole and made me flinch. He said ‘ did you like that’ and I said ‘yes in a funny sort of way.’Then he asked me if anyone else had touched me there. I told him ‘ No of course not’. He asked izmit escort if he could touch it again and I said why?. He then said it was a nice soft bum and would like to touch it one more time. So I said O.K. He slid his hand again in back of my trousers and rubbed his hand all over my cheeks and worked his finger to touch my hole, (actually i was beginning to like it,) He noticed this and told me i had a lovely bum and said he liked playing with it. He then tried to push his finger into me, I said that it was to small to do that, and he told me that I could fit a cucumber in there with ease and I would like it, and I said that it would never fit because it was to small a hole.

He bet me 10 shillings that he could do it and I would enjoy it. He also told me that if I wanted, he would prove it. I said how. He then said, ” for ten shillings he would show me. I agreed to it. He told me to bend over the bench and undo my trousers and try to relax which I tried to. I felt him rub something soft and greasy on and into my hole, then he slowly put his finger into me. He then put another finger in me , all the time asking me if it hurt.I said just a little but it was a nice hurt. I began to like the feeling and I told him so.Pete then said that he knew that I would and that I was ready, for the cucumber. He warned me that he was now going to try the cucumber, which he greased and showed it to me.

He gently started to ease it into me and it started to hurt, he told me to relax and Push hard as though I was straining to have a crap which I did and I felt it go in. I could really feel it going in deeper. He took a long time to get it in, he was very gentle. All the time stroking my cheeks and gently rubbing my ball sack He told me that it was in about 7 inch’s. He then started to move it in and out and told me that this what I would feel if I was being fucked whith a cock. He continued to push it in and out of me then said he would take it out to give my hole time to relax izmit escort bayan and he would then put it back in again. I agreed to this and said that it felt good and asked him to put it in again. He said he would and I felt it start to go in again BUT it felt different and softer. I asked him what he had put in this time, he then told me he had slipped his penis inside of me. I told him that it felt much better than the cucumber and that I was liking it.

It felt much bigger than the cucumber, much softer but hard at the same time. He started to fuck me gently at first then picked up the pace. He then started to say such things like. ” you have a lovely tight boy pussy hole ” and that he had always wanted to fuck me. He then put his hand around me and started to play with my cock. I was really hard. He asked me if I liked him fucking me and I told him YES. He said he would do some thing for me after and that would it make us fuck buddies.

He then started to really fuck me. He started to groan and say lot’s of things then said quite loud ” Oh fuck I’m Cuummming and he began pushing very hard, as though he wanted to get more into me. He was really fucking me fast. he then gave two or three very hard pushes then shot his spunk right up in me. I felt him start to jerk then thrust deeper into me two or three more times then lent forward and rested on my back covered in sweat. I felt him gradually get smaller and pulled out of me. I felt his spunk ooze out of my hole. He picked up some tissues and stopped it from running down my legs. Whilst he was doing this he started to play with my penis.

He then surprised me by putting it in his mouth and started to suck me. I was really loving it But I didn’t last long. I Started to cum and he kept sucking until I went soft again. He asked me if I liked what he did and I told him yes but I was a bit worried when he started but liked it very much when he put his cock in me. I told him izmit sınırsız escort that I also liked him sucking my cock.

After I said that he asked me if I would I like to suck his cock to which I said yes. But I had never done it before and didn’t know how to. Pete then quided My head down and told me to do what ever I wanted to. I just licked it at first Then opened my mouth to try to get it in. That is when I realised how big it was and wondered how he got such a big cock in my ass hole. I thought I’d try and do it good because of what he did for me when he sucked me. I kept pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and felt it touch the back of my throat. Pete then started to push it in and out of my mouth and felt it go past the back of my throat. It felt as though it was touching my stomach. My eyes were watering and the tears were running down my face. Not from pain But from the continuous thrusting of his cock. I felt him start to jurk and he said ” Oh fuck I’m going to cum again”, he said things like “Don’t stop sucking, swallow it” then I felt big gobs of spunk shoot into my throat and I swallowed most of it but some of it came out side of my mouth. But I didn’t waste any.

I then told Pete that, that was good and that I liked the taste of his spunk. He then said “did I want us to be Fuck Buddies and I said yes we were now fuck buddies. he then told me and he would let me do it to him anytime I wanted to. He also promised to do it to me whenever I wanted. Then asked if he could fuck me again. I told him YES, But not any more today because it still felt a bit sore. I sugested that we do it after the rounds tomorrow. because the storage room was a safe place. He suggested that the next time we could do it in the stable on the hay bails. He then made me promise not to tell anyone and that he would help me get my bicycle quicker. Which he did one week later.

He fucked me three more times that week. then told me that I was the best boy fuck he had ever had, then Surprised me by asking me if I would let John ( his partner) come and watch us next time.

I said that it would be O.K. as long as no one else was there. To be contnued:-

will submit the next part if you think this story is worth it.

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It was a Saturday morning and Layla had been lying in bed awake for the past few hours despite her responsibilities. She enjoyed the sunlight coming through her sheer white curtains because it finally meant the end of a cold and harsh winter.

She knew she should be up and on her way to work out and make breakfast and study, but there was something so comfortable and lovely about her room in the early morning with the sunlight barely peeking through. With a slow motion, she used her pale hand to push aside the curtains. It was much brighter than she expected, but she could hear sweet birds singing so she opened the curtains entirely. She didn’t mind that she was completely naked – not many were up at this hour, nor could they see easily into her room if they were. Although the thought of someone looking at her soft and smooth skin and perky nipples was a little bit thrilling… just the thought of it made her the tiniest bit randy.

Still, her bed was placed right up against the window and no one would be able to see much of anything. She was contented to walk around her house naked quite often, and no neighbors had come to complain yet.

Layla, who had gotten a little warm at her five second fantasy decided to open the window. She wasn’t quite strong enough to lift the heavy window from the position she was laying in so she got up on her knees and bent over on the bed to push the window up. Her breasts bounced up and down once as she did this and they were immediately greeted with a slightly cold burst of wind through the newly opened beylikdüzü escort window. It was slightly uncomfortable but a little bit sexy. “Wow, I must be pretty horny,” Layla thought. She’d been thinking about her last good fuck all night last night, and this morning everything was turning her on.

Layla hadn’t realized that she’d been sitting on her bed, naked, in the window while considering this. She looked up and started to cover herself, out of habit, although she knew no one could see. However, she was wrong. Suddenly she locked eyes with a young man peering out the window in the house across the yard from her. Layla was surprised that her first action wasn’t to jump out of the view of the window. The last time a man had looked at her in her house, she had literally dropped to the floor and army crawled out of the room. This was a hilarious anecdote she liked to tell about her old neighbors, and even in that instance she had been in her underwear.

But there was something about this man that she was looking at. He was clearly well fit, and though his features were hard to define from the distance, and the water-stained window, she could have sworn he had a straw jawline. And that it was open, just a little bit, in awe at what he was looking at. Even though he appeared to be fully clothed, and she was completely naked, she continued to look at him, one arm covering her nipples. And she couldn’t help but smile…

Layla used her pale fingers to squeeze and massage her left breast, still looking at the stranger. She gave him escort beylikdüzü her most intense stare. “What am I doing?” She thought to herself, while maintaining that look. There was something incredibly sensual about this moment and she could almost feel the heat and moisture forming between her legs.

Layla thought for a moment that the man, who had clearly begun blushing would walk away, but he stood stalk still. Layla began gently running her hands down her body. Down her sides, and she closed her eyes, gently touching her soft skin, and letting her tits hand freely. There was something too exciting about this, caressing herself in the window. “I could probably get arrested for this,” she thought, and she slowly raised her eyes up to look at the window and see if her mystery watcher was still there.

He was. And he appeared to be a little bit closer to his own window. At this point, Layla’s attraction had turned up. She almost wanted to motion him over to come fuck her brains out. But she didn’t know this stranger or anything about him, and in any case, this was the hottest thing she’d done in a while. So, instead, Layla slowly spread her legs, little by little, her fingers caressing and massaging her thighs. She ran them so close to her pussy and she pretended she could hear her stranger’s heavy breathing.

Layla could smell the attraction and excitement coming from her, and she wanted to touch and feel herself, but she also wanted to give her stranger a show. She looked at him to make sure he was watching, and she looked beylikduzu escort down at herself to lead his eyes to her wet mound. She slowly ran her fingers around her juicy puffed lips. She dipped her finger in just the slightest bit, and a string of juices followed her finger.

She looked up. Her stranger was now fully pressed against his window. His hands were nowhere to be seen, but Layla had a guess about what they were doing. She slowly started to rub herself a little bit faster. Her clit was swelling with desire, and she couldn’t ignore it anymore. She began to touch herself more and more vigorously.

Layla could feel an orgasm bubbling up inside of her. She looked up at her companion and just as she guessed, his hands were not visible but his forearm was moving rapidly. The heat of the sunshine and of her tension was building in Layla’s face and on her now rosy red cheeks. She bit her lip and let out a low moan. She stared at her stranger, who locked eyes with her as she slipped her ring finger deep inside of her. She had to throw her head back in delight, her long red hair dangling and tickling her plump ass.

This time Layla knew it was coming and she couldn’t resist any longer. Her quick fingers were massaging her clit in a rhythmic fashion, her slit was dripping wet and making a damp spot on the bed, suddenly she felt that glorious orgasmic rush wash over her. Her moans released were loud and she gripped onto the window for support as her juices squirted hard out of her. She was seeing stars and it almost felt like nighttime again.

Slowly she opened her eyes, panting, and looked up once again. Her stranger’s mouth was agape, and he was still slowly moving his forearm. She gave him a wink, and a coy smile and shut her windows and curtains immediately. That’s enough right there.

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He was sitting outside the coffee shop, sipping a hot drink and people watching. It wasn’t the greatest place for that, being basically a concrete patio across from a gas station at a strip mall development, but it was better than nothing. There was reading for school, and a few other things, but right now he just wanted a cleared mind and to just watch. It was a lovely night, perfect, not too windy, not too cool, and not buggy at all. It was beautiful out.

Cars pulled in and out of the small parking lot, some for the coffee shop, some for the chain pseudo-hip takeout place next door. It seemed to split by sex: women at the coffee shop, men to the restaurant. He idly watched some of the women going to the coffee shop; some of them were really nice. The weather helped with a decent show of skin.

His coffee was about gone, and he made the decision to refill it despite the late-ish time, risking sleep problems for the quiet enjoyment he was having. He had school tomorrow, and the first class was some remedial thing filled with kids, not the returning adults like himself, and it wasn’t usually anything intense. He got up and walked in to chat with the musician kid at the counter and get his refill.

The cup was refilled and the casual conversation was over, and he was headed back out, when a woman wearing a startling pink hoodie came in. Actually, she more stormed in than anything, looking frustrated and annoyed, banging the door as she came in. He made eye contact in passing, and recognized her as someone he knew fairly well. She was in several of his classes, and he’d had her in small groups and in a study group. He racked his brain quickly for a name, (he was bad with names) and then remembered:

“Aviva.”

She stopped, turned, looked him square in the face, and said his name instantly: “Lee?”

He sort of raised his coffee cup and made a gesture of greeting, then continued beylikdüzü escort outside. He watched her make a purchase of a cup of something and a cookie, and noted she looked totally irritated. She paid and stomped back toward the door, banging it open again on exiting. She stopped suddenly when she reached open air, looked around and located him, and strode over to his table.

“Do you mind if I sit down?” she asked.

He waved at the other chair, and she plopped down with a huffing sound. She unwrapped the cookie and ate it in three or four bites while crumpling the crinkly paper with her free hand. He studied her a little more, and mentally compared her to his ex-wife. His wife had been slender and tall, almost skinny sometimes, and had long, dark hair. Aviva was short, had short brown hair with some swoopy cut that swung in front of her eyes all the time, and was of nearly completely average appearance. Average. She was overweight by about an average amount, had an average figure, kind of average height; she wasn’t really attractive, but not horrible-looking either, just… average. He remembered her better now, and she was usually nice and pleasant, if a bit loud. He’d had several conversations with her of a completely friendly nature, and that, he guessed, was average too.

He remembered something else, too, and decided on a conversation topic. “How’s your son?” She had a boy from some other relationship, but he knew she was single now.

She made a face. “He’s off at my aunt’s for a weekend sleepover with a bunch of other kids. He’s having a ball. He hasn’t called or anything.”

The ice broken, Lee made small talk, about school, the weather, etcetera, while Aviva made noncommittal, almost grunting responses, mixed with short comments of a crabby nature. At one point she closed her eyes and rested her head on an open palm, elbow propped on the table, sipping her drink beylikduzu escort straw out of the corner of her mouth. He was starting to get a little annoyed with the pathetic state of the company, and turned to people watch some more, preparing to ignore her, but before he wrote it off he asked, “What’s up that you’re in such a bad mood?”

She placed her cup carefully away from her, folded her arms and leaned forward on them, cradling her average-sized breasts in her forearms, and sighed in a deeply frustrated manner. She followed that with the statement, “I’m horny and frustrated.”

Lee wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, so he turned sideways a little, involuntarily wondering if anyone else had heard her say that, and when he turned back she was waiting, face to him, almost glaring.

“And it’s PISSING ME OFF,” she said.

He paused, then responded, “Oh,” and instantly felt stupid.

Aviva kept glaring at him. After a while, she went on. “I made one booty call and that guy’s hooked up now, or I can go home, which isn’t the same thing, or I could go out to the bars and hope for the best with some dummy for a one-nighter, which I think is fucking irresponsible.” She ground her teeth. “My son is safe and at his aunt’s, I got the whole frigging weekend, and I’m horny and it’s pissing me off!” She turned on Lee again, glaring.

They sat in loaded silence for a while, watching people go by, in and out, clutching sacks, some alone, some coupled, some with kids.

Aviva finally said, “What about you? You seeing anybody?” She thought for a minute, rolling her eyes up, thinking. “You’re divorced, or separated, or something, right? You’re single?”

Surprised, Lee said, “Well, yeah, I’m single, pretty much.”

“Pretty much what? You are or you aren’t.”

“Well, we’re legally separated, but we can’t get divorced for another three months. State law. So…”

Aviva escort beylikdüzü said, “Who left? Her or you?”

He sat back, a little disturbed. “She did.”

His newly-found companion stated bluntly, “Give it up. She’s not coming back. When a guy leaves there’s a chance, but when the chick walks out, that’s it. Give it up.” She swiveled her head back and forth, and her hair swished around her face. “What are you up to tonight? Don’t tell me you’re busy.”

He shook his head. “I’m not.”

“Then let’s get it on. Let’s go. You seem nice enough.”

He was genuinely taken aback. “Are you serious? Just like that?”

Aviva said, “Sure, why not? You’re clean, right? So let’s go, I’ve got condoms. My place is close.”

He stared.

She huffed in frustration. “Come on, you’re not going to pass up a free fuck!”

Lee sat silently, thinking, honestly, about his separated wife, feeling conflicted. Aviva moved her chair back and made an expression of incredulity. “You’re kidding!” She waited, then said, “You’re a dumbass.”

He got offended. “That’s pretty rude.”

Aviva got up, and he thought she was walking away, but she stood in one spot, fished in a front pocket and produced a phone. “I’m going to make a call,” she said, and pointed an average finger at his chest. “Stay put.” She walked slightly outside of hearing range, near the parking lot, and talked animatedly for a minute or two. She returned, snapping the device shut and reinserting it in her pocket. “Okay,” she said, “Here it is. I’ll sweeten the deal. I called my sister, she’ll come over, and you can do us both.” The frustrated single mother propped a hand on a hip. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pass that up.”

Lee leaned forward, unprepared for the new offer, mouth open.

Aviva looked down at him and said, “Well? You in?”

He tried to think, maybe he should ask what her sister looked like, or something, but thought in that same split-second she was likely average too, and gave it up. Trying to be cool he made his decision and said, “Yeah.”

Except he couldn’t help it, and his cool-guy ‘Yeah’ came out more like, “Dyuh-huh.”

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