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Ever since the Women Pro Bowlers had left town, Jessi had been feeling lonely. Okay, “horny” was probably a better word for it! Please see the story “Jessi Meets the Women Pro Bowlers” in the Celebrities section to see what happened then. She was definitely feeling that something was missing in her life.

Jessi is 26, single and has been bi since her best friend Lisa seduced her when they were both 16. Jessi broke up with her last boyfriend almost a year ago, after she found put he was cheating on her. She has spent the last year exploring her bi side, and has had several exciting adventures. It has been since she broke up with Rob that she has been with a guy sexually, and she has not missed it. Her last two boyfriends really hurt her emotionally, and she has pretty much decided that she wants to have a girl friend now. She is tired of the crap most men deal out, and she loves the feeling of holding a soft woman next to her.

She has wondered for some time if she might be submissive. Most of the time she loves to let her partners take the lead. She had never really found anyone that would totally take charge, but she had fantasized about it occasionally.

That Saturday, she decided she needed to go dancing. It had been too long, she had been spending too much time on her schoolwork and not nearly enough time playing. She called James, her best friend from work, to see if he wanted to go with her. James is gay, and the two of them love to go out dancing together, and pick out prospective partners for each other. But James has a new boy friend, and he wants to spend the evening alone with him. Jessi understood, so she headed out by herself that evening.

She wore a sexy outfit, a short red tank top that showed off her flat stomach, and a white mini skirt with just a white thong underneath. The white looked very hot against her tan skin. White heels set off her bare shapely legs, and she had a little gold chain around her neck with a cross that dangled in the valley between her breasts. Jessi is medium height, 5’5″ and slender, with firm high breasts and a very tight ass that is the result of many hours riding her mountain bike. Jessi has shoulder length, curly brown hair and big brown eyes.

She felt like treating herself tonight, so she took a cab to the club. Even if she didn’t meet anyone, she could enjoy herself without having to worry about driving home drunk. She decided to try out a different club she had heard about, one that had recently opened. It was a lesbian club, rather than the bi clubs she and James usually went to.

Jessi entered the club, and it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She looked around and saw nothing but women, every shape and size, from the biggest bulls to the tiniest femmes. Jessi considered herself a femme, but she had no interest in the real butch girls. She loved the feeling of being next to a beautiful girl, and if she wanted a real muscular body next to her she could always find some guy.

Jessi took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. It wasn’t very long before the butchest of the “butchies” walked over and offered to buy her a drink. “I’m sorry, no thanks.” said Jessi, “I’m really looking for a girlie girl.”

“Aren’t we all?” asked the big lesbian with a smile. “Good luck, I hope we both find what we’re looking for!”

Jessi scanned the crowd, looking for sexy girls that were obviously single. The last thing she needed was to pick up some one’s girl friend. There was a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see a gorgeous redhead in front of her. Actually, she was looking at the redhead’s chest, because this girl was TALL, over 6 feet.

The redhead was dressed in all white, a white silk blouse and bra underneath it, and a white mini skirt and heels. She was a little older than Jessi’s 26 years, maybe mid 30’s. She had a slender body, but Jessi could see she had shapely legs, and her erect nipples were visible through her blouse and bra. She had a long mane of red curls that cascaded halfway down her back and framed her face nicely.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” she asked, pointing at the empty stool next to Jessi.

“No, please, sit down! My name’s Jessi, by the way.” Jessi extended her hand and the redhead captured it in hers, then lifted it to her mouth and kissed it.

“Good evening, fair Jessi, my name is Elise.”

“Hi, Elise, it’s nice to meet you!” Jessi said with a broad smile.

Elise turned on her stool so her thigh was against Jessi’s. The shorter girl could feel the warmth coming off Elise’s thigh, and she liked the feeling of their thighs pressed together.

“First, please call me ‘Mistress E’. And second, the pleasure is all mine. So tell me, fair Jessi, what brings you here tonight?” Elise asked.

“Well, I’ve been working wayyyy too hard lately and felt that I deserved a night of fun. I have not been dancing in a long time, I have a friend that I like to go with, but he has a new boy friend and has been too busy with him to come dancing. How about you, Elise, why did Escort Göztepe you come out tonight?”

Jessi is surprising herself, she is not usually this quick to share private details with new people, but she feels at ease with Elise. Not to mention that Elise is rubbing her soft thigh against Jessi’s, and Jessi could feel herself getting damp from the contact.

“That’s too bad, a sexy thing like you should always have your share of fun. And I came out for the same reason you did, to maybe meet someone nice and maybe have some fun, too!” Elise stroked Jessi’s bare arm with the back of her hand, and Jessi felt her nipples harden immediately. This woman was turning Jessi on, a LOT, and she had only just met her…

“Thank you, Mistress E, that is so sweet!” Jessi said. She took the red head’s hand and put it on her thigh, then leaned into Elise and whispered into her ear. “And I hope maybe we could have some fun together…”

Elise responded by sliding her hand up under Jessi’s skirt, until her hand was cupping Jessi’s mound through her thong. Jessi gasped and gave a little moan into Elise’s ear, but opened her legs wider. Elise ran her finger down Jessi’s thong-covered mound, and between her legs. Jessi moaned again, and pushed up with her hips against Elise’s finger.

“My, my, aren’t you the little slut? And already wet for me…” Elise hissed into Jessi’s ear as she slid Jessi’s thong to the side and pressed a fingertip into Jessi’s pussy. “And shaved, too… Mmmmmm, Jessi, you know what you want, don’t you?”

Elise’s finger was slipping in and out of Jessi’s pussy, then up and across her clit. Jessi was moaning into Elise’s ear and squirming around on the bar stool. She had one arm around Elise’s waist and the other around the taller woman’s neck so she wouldn’t fall onto the floor. No one seemed to be paying them any attention, though, as if one woman fingering another was a common occurence at this club.

Elise whispered, “Okay, my little slut girl, will you cum for me, right here? If you do, I will take you home with me and fuck you all night long…”

Jessi spread her legs wider, so Elise’s finger would go deeper inside of her. She put both arms around the redhead’s neck and whispered back, “Please, Mistress E, I want you to make me cum right here, on your finger, but will you please kiss me now? I am dying to kiss you!”

Elise turned Jessi’s face towards her and lowered her mouth to the younger girl’s. Their lips met, and Jessi’s tongue darted out between Elise’s lips. The taller woman opened her mouth wide, allowing Jessi’s tongue inside. Elise gave a small moan into Jessi’s mouth, and Jessi was excited to know the other woman was turned on by her.

Elise was finger fucking Jessi, sliding her slender finger in and out with long, slow strokes. Elise broke the kiss, then pulled her finger out and brought it to her lips. It was clearly wet with Jessi’s juices. Elise darted her tongue out and ran it around her own finger. She leaned close to Jessi and whispered in her ear, “Mmmmmmmm… Delicious, baby, I can hardly wait for you to cum so I can take you home and taste you firsthand!”

Jessi grabbed Elise’s hand and sucked her own juices off the older woman’s finger. Then she put Elise’s hand back under her skirt and onto her mound. Elise again pushed Jessi’s thong aside and began to finger Jessi’s shaved pussy, sliding a finger in and out then rubbing her hard little nub.

Jessi put both her hands on Elise’s shoulders, then slid her hips forward a little on the bar stool and spread her legs even wider. The taller woman was fucking Jessi hard now, slamming her finger in and out. Jessi was moaning and pushing back with her hips, forcing Elise’s finger deep inside. Jessi leaned close to Elise and whispered into her ear, “Ohhhhhh… God yes, baby, so close…” Jessi was darting her tongue in and out of Elise’s ear, moaning and nibbling on it. Elise could feel Jessi’s juices running out of her pussy, oozing down her thigh, coating Elise’s hand.

Elise reached out with her other hand and took Jessi’s breast. Jessi’s erect nipples were clearly visible through her thin top. Elise squeezed the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then pulled hard and twisted. This sent Jessi over the edge, and Elise could feel Jessi’s hot pussy throbbing around her finger. Jessi bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud, and moaned into Elise’s ear, “Ohhhhhhh… Fuck yeah, fuck me, Mistress E… Ohhhhhh…” Elise was soaking wet, too, very turned on to be taking this sexy girl in public, turned on that this sexy girl wanted her so badly.

Elise turned Jessi’s face to hers and they kissed. Jessi was panting, trying to catch her breath. Elise gently slid her finger out of Jessi’s pussy, and brought it to her own lips. She licked the finger clean, then took Jessi’s hand. “Come along, slut, you were such a good girl that I will take you home now and give you your reward!”

Jessi slipped her arm into the redhead’s and they headed out. Elise had a limo waiting Caddebostan escort outside the club, and they climbed into the back. Jessi crawled onto Elise’s lap and the two women began to kiss. Jessi’s hands were roaming all over Elise’s body, cupping a breast here, rubbing bare thighs together, kissing passionately. Elise broke the kiss, grabbed Jessi by the hair and held her face about 6 inches away.

“Tell me, slut, is there anyone you need to call?” Elise asked.

“No, Mistress E, I am yours totally. Please do with me what you want!”

“Okay slut, lay back for me. Open your legs wide, show me your cunt, show me how wet you are for me!”

Jessi lay back against the door of the limo, then put one leg across Elise’s and the other foot up on the back of the seat by Elise’s head. Jessi’s white thong was soaked, it was so wet it was see-through. Elise could clearly see the outline of Jessi’s shaved pussy through the soaking wet panties. Jessi arched her hips up, then slid her thong off and dropped it on the floor. Jessi’s bare mound was glistening with her juices.

“Is that better, Mistress E? You want to see how wet you have made your little slut, don’t you?”

“Yes, Jessi… That looks very nice, but you are not showing me how much you want me!”

Jessi put her hand between her legs and slid a finger inside herself. She was soaked, and her finger slid in to its base easily. Jessi started sliding her hand up and down, rubbing her clit while her finger was moving in and out.

“Is that better, Mistress E? Do I please you?”

Elise turned to face Jessi, and cupped Jessi’s chin in her hand. Elise whispered, “Oh God, Jessi, you please me so much you would not believe it…” and gave her a tender kiss.

Jessi cooed softly and continued to finger herself. Elise reached over and took Jessi’s hand away from her pussy, and lifted it to her mouth. Jessi’s fingers were shining with her juices. Elise started licking and sucking Jessi’s fingers, and Jessi was sliding her fingers in and out of Elise’s mouth.

The older woman pulled her head back and asked, “Do you truly want to please me, Jessi? Really, truly?”

Jessi’s response was immediate. “Oh, yes, Mistress E, I really, truly want to please you, to serve you, to make you happy…”

Jessi was actually surprising herself, amazed that her response to this strong woman was so intense.

Elise reached into her purse, removed a slim leather collar and handed it to Jessi. “Okay then, slut, put this on…”

Jessi immediately wrapped the collar around her neck and buckled it. There was a D-ring by the buckle, and Elise took a matching leash out of her purse and snapped it into place. Jessi was feeling light-headed, and when Elise patted her lap, Jessi lay her head down on it.

Elise was stroking Jessi’s hair with one hand, and exploring her body with the other. The feeling of Elise’s soft hands on her skin was very erotic to Jessi, and she could feel herself becoming very aroused again. Elise’s hand was inside Jessi’s top, cupping her breast, pinching and twisting her hard nipple. Elise’s hand stroked down Jessi’s smooth, flat stomach, and Jessi cooed softly.

“Mmmmmmm… Mistress E, that feels so nice, I love how you touch me!”

Elise’s hand moved down Jessi’s hip and between her open thighs. Elise was excited to find how wet Jessi was, and her finger easily slid inside Jessi’s wetness to its base. Jessi moaned softly and arched her hips up against Elise’s hand.

Jessi reached up and started cupping Elise’s breast through the silk of her blouse. Jessi could feel the older woman’s nipple was already erect, and Jessi squeezed it between her fingers. Elise brought her hand back up to the younger girl’s face, and stroked her cheek. Jessi’s arm snaked up around Elise’s neck.

The car came to a stop, and the female chauffeur got out and opened the door for them. She seemed not to notice that Jessi was now wearing a collar, or that Jessi had been laying on Elise’s lap, or that Jessi’s skirt was up around her waist. Jessi smoothed her skirt down and looked around, they were at the front door of a huge, old house. The chauffeur moved to the front door and opened it. Elise said to the chauffeur, “Thank you, Diana, we won’t be needing you any more this evening.”

“Very good, Mistress, I shall be in my quarters if you should require my services later.” Diana said with a smile. Under Diana’s plain uniform, black coat and pants, a white shirt and cap, Jessi could see that Diana was in fact very beautiful. Her brown hair was obviously long and stuffed under the chauffeur’s cap, and her body was quite shapely. Jessi wondered what sort of “services” Diana rendered for Elise. She was brought back to the present by a quick yank on the leash by Elise.

“Come along, slut. We have things to do…”

Jessi floated along behind Elise, watching the taller woman’s ass sway gently as she walked. She resisted the temptation to reach out and grab Elise, but Jessi was mesmerized by the way it swung Bağdat Caddesi escort bayan back and forth as she walked.

Elise led Jessi through several large rooms, then up a flight of stairs and entered a bedroom. It was nicely decorated, with a full size bed. Elise stopped short in front of the bed, and Jessi almost ran into her.

Elise turned to Jessi and said, “Okay, my little slut, this is your room. Remove your clothes.”

Jessi exclaimed, “Ooooh, Mistress E, it’s beautiful, thank you!” Jessi stepped next to Elise and slipped her arms around the taller woman’s neck.

Elise stepped back and said, “Didn’t you hear me, slut? I said remove your clothes!”

Jessi hastily undressed, she unzipped her skirt then slid her thumbs into the waistband and slid her skirt down her body. She looked at the collar and leash, then slid her tank top down and off, so her clothes were in a pile on the floor at her feet. Jessi was standing in front of Elise, nude except for her heels. Jessi’s nipples were very hard, and she could feel that her juices were oozing out of her pussy.

Elise said, “Very nice body, slut! I can’t wait to take you, but you need to bathe me first! Follow me, slut…” and walked away. Jessi had no choice but to follow, since Elise was pulling her by the collar.

Elise walked into another, even larger bedroom, with a huge canopy bed and a large balcony. She walked through the room into a large bathroom. There was a hot tub large enough for two, as well as a shower. Elise switched the jacuzzi on then turned to face Jessi.

“Okay, slut, you may undress me. I shall be bathing this evening.” Elise dropped the leash and stood with her arms in front of her.

Jessi stepped close to Elise and began to unbutton her blouse. Jessi’s hands were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons. She said timidly, “I’m sorry to be so clumsy, Mistress E, it’s just that I am a little nervous.”

Elise looked at her. “Nervous, slut? Why are you nervous? I won’t hurt you… Well, not much!” and laughed.

“Mistress E, I’ve never really done anything like this before. I’m not afraid, I know you won’t hurt me.”

“That’s a good little slut, I won’t hurt you. As long as you are good, anyway!”

“Thank you, Mistress E. I know that, and I will be a good little slut for you.”

Jessi finally got Elise’s blouse unbuttoned, and was kissing and licking her bare shoulders and flat stomach. Jessi could see that the older woman’s nipples were very hard, poking through the lace of her bra. Jessi bit Elise’s nipple through the lace, and the redhead moaned softly and put her hand on Jessi’s head.

“What a good little slut you are…”

“Thank you, Mistress E. I am only here for your pleasure.” Jessi undid the front clasp of Elise’s bra, and slid it off the taller woman’s shoulders. Her breasts are small, but the nipples are large, with very pink areolae and were almost an inch long. Jessi lowered her head and took a nipple between her teeth, biting then sucking the turgid flesh.

Elise moaned again, and her hand was in Jessi’s hair, running her fingers through it. Jessi moved to the other nipple, chewing on it gently, loving Elise’s reaction.

Jessi reached down to the waistband of Elise’s skirt. She found the zipper and lowered it. She slid the skirt down, and found that Elise was wearing sexy white panties, just a tiny square of silk held over her mound by strings that went around her hips and down between her legs. Jessi tugged at the strings, and the panties slid easily off Elise’s hips and to the floor.

Elise had a small “landing strip” of red hair on her mound, but otherwise was completely shaved. Jessi slid her hand down, over Elise’s mound, then ran a finger along the taller woman’s slit. Jessi was happy to find that Elise was already very wet, her hot juices were coating her pussy lips and running down between her legs.

Jessi slipped a fingertip into Elise, who moaned and spread her legs further. Elise put her other hand on Jessi’s shoulder, to support herself. Elise was soaking wet, and Jessi’s finger slid easily into Elise, to its base. Jessi was still sucking Elise’s nipple, and now she started sliding her finger in and out of the older woman, fucking her with her finger.

Elise was moaning, “That’s a good slut, Jessi. Fuck your mistress, slut. Make your mistress cum all over your hand, slut!”

Jessi was sliding her finger in and out faster as she licked and nibbled on Elise’s erect nipples. Elise was panting and thrusting up with her hips, forcing Jessi’s finger deeper inside. Jessi carefully added a second finger, sliding both of them deep into Elise’s drenched pussy.

“Yes, slut, that’s it! More!”

Jessi added a third finger, then a fourth. She couldn’t believe it, her hand was sliding in and out of the older woman’s pussy, and her Mistress only seemed to want more. Jessi curled her hand and reached up inside so she was touching Elise’s g-spot. Het thumb was flicking back and forth on Elise’s clit at the same time.

Jessi sucked harder on Elise’s nipple as she fucked the taller woman with her hand. Elise was moaning and arching her hips up, and her hand was clutching Jessi’s hair. Elise’s body tensed and she screamed, “Oh, fuck! Fuck me, slut, give it to me harder! Fuck me, slut, fuck your mistress…”

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The wailing of the alarm clock came to early, shredding in to the very nice dream I was having and leaving very little hope I could just ignore it then go back to sleep. It felt like I had just layed down on this nice, wonderful, soft, warm bed.

Shriek!!.. Shriek!!

Growling, I slapped off the alarm with malevolent satisfaction and curled deeper into the blankets. Light from the early evening sun began creeping up upon my bed, vengefully reminding me that I had little time to get up and around before Jac would come and dragged me out of the house in to the real world again. Ever since Chad and I had broken up, Jac had made it her personal mission to shove me in the ” dating scene” again. Even though I tried to tell her I was perfectly fine, which in truth I was.

Jac’s main goal in life was to party and “live it up” as much as she could. Where as my main goal was to… well I guess, I didn’t have any kind of goal but partying was definitely not on the list.

Jac and I have nothing in common; except that we are so very, very different.

Where I wear black, she wears white. While I’m 5’2, she’s 5’7. Where I’m curvy she’s slender. I’ve short brunette hair and blue eyes, she’s long blonde hair and green eyes. I happen to be very shy, she is outrageously outspoken. I’m blunt, she’s charming. I’m straight, she’s gay. A million things I could be name and she’d be the exact opposite of me, in all things except our values and our friendship.

Jac lives across the hall from me and was actually the first person I met when I moved into town 2 years ago. This had been my first trip to the “big city” so I was very nervous and horribly shy. I had work aplenty to do, us computer analyst usually do, but was defiantly not a social person. Jac had introduced herself then invited herself in for coffee. And that as they say was that. A few months later she introduced me to Chad.

Realizing that Saturday night was fast approaching, and that Jac had been less than willing to be satisfied with my cooperation last night (she’d made me go clubbing all over town), I reluctantly climbed out of my comfy bed and trekked to the shower.

I love living alone; No waiting on the bathroom, not having to wear clothes, no one steeling the last of the chocolate in the fridge. *sigh*

Slipping into the shower and turning it up on hot, I stretch out and yawn, attempting to wake up a bit. The hot water slides down over me and the steam curls around me leaving moist liquid heat seeping onto my skin. Even on bad days, a hot shower always feels sinfully good.

By the time I have gotten out of my long shower and dressed in a black T-shirt that said ‘I Bite’ with the vampire smiley face on it, black pants, and my “out” boots, Jac had arrived with her “crew” in tow. They were all in my living room lounging around laughing, Göztepe escort ready and rearing to go.

And go we did. To all the clubs we’d missed the night before and a few more I hadn’t even know existed. Around 3 o clock I called a halt to my involvement and said I was off to bed. Lots of groans and joking were sent my way but I laughted and said my goodnight.

Jac stopped me by the door.

“Sweetie? You ok?” she asked concerned.

My weary grin, “Yeah, just a bit tired.”

She laughs, “Yeah me too.”

I glance around. “Where’s Sahra?” (Sahra is Jac’s current girl friend. She’s lasted a bit longer than Jac’s other ones.)

She frowns a little. “I don’t know. She was suppose to be here around 2:30. She hasn’t showed yet.”

I frown, Jac never frowns. “She’s been doing that a lot lately hasn’t she, showing up late or not at all?”

“Yeah a little I suppose.” She mumbles, and then glances over my shoulder to the door. Relief smiles on her face, “There she is!”

Happy she is back to herself again I give her a quick hug and leave to catch a cab out.

The cab ride proves to be short and the walk up to my apartment brief. I’m once again relieved to strip out of my “out” clothes and stretch out on my very nice bed and its silken sheets, lulling me to dream my dreams in deep slumber.

A pounding on my door, tugs strongly at my sleeping mind until I awaken. A quick glance at the clock proves that I have not been asleep for very long, about 45 minutes!

Growling ‘this had better be an emergency or I’ll make it one’ I stumble out of bed and snatch up a silken komodo robe. Cursing as I stub my toe in the dark and snarling as I grope for the light in the living room, I open the door.

“Bella!” Jac sobs, her face splotchy and red, She flings herself at me.

Abet shocked (Jac never cries), I tug her into my apartment and close the door.

“Hon, what happened?” I asked, worried. Hugging her as she clung to me. Making soothing incoherent noises, rubbing her back, and lead her over to the couch. “Here, sit down. Shah.. its ok.. its ok..” Still having no clue as to why she is so very upset.

Between sobs and hiccups, she told me that she and Sahra had broken up. Sahra had been mean and something about a lie.. I couldn’t make it all out.. I just held her and rocked her, letting her cry but letting her know I was there too.

Slowly her sobbing and hiccupping became less frantic and her breathing more frequent.. I could tell she was about to drift off to sleep and had I been a lot less considerate I would have let her sleep on my horridly short couch, so I led her into my room and tucked her into my bed.

“Go to sleep.” I said gently, pressing my lips softly to her brow watching her slide into sleep. In consideration Caddebostan escort bayan to my unexpected bedmate, I left my robe on and lay atop the covers. I almost laughted aloud at the though that crossed my mind. No one had ever slept in here with me. Not even Chad who, although I had dated a little over a year, I had never had sex with.

I drifted swiftly off to sleep, my slumber deep and swirling with dreams. Sometime during the predawn hours my dreams turned from slumberous to erotic.

I felt silken hair slide across my breasts as my robe slipped from my shoulders from under my body. Cool air teased my sleep hot body. The gently slide and glide of something hot and wet trail from my neck down my chest, heated and tugging atop my breast under, then engulfing my nipple. Soft warm small hands sliding up my stomach, cupping my breasts rolling my nipples. A mouth licking and gently sucking the tips. Gasping, arching, aching in a dream.

A glorious dream to be sure.. a hot moist tongue trailing down over my ribs, a mouth placing soft kisses as it went, teeth gently scraping at times. That same tongue licking tickling my navel. I giggle in my sleep.

Gentle pressure on my legs, soft sure fingers opening me. My breathing harsher in my dream. A heated breath curls over my wetness. I feel something soft, firm wet hot, exiting exhilarating slide into me.

Gasping, I awaken from my dream, expecting to be alone in my bed, alone with my dream.

A long lick and a soft suck dispel any though of being alone. Opening my eyes, panting thru my mouth, I gape astound at what I see!

Jac. Between my legs. Licking me. Sucking me.

“Ooh!” I gasp, shuddering. “J.J..Jac! H.Oooh.”

At my exclamation, she looks up but does not even pause what she’s doing to me. She licks me again, thrusting her tongue against my clit, sliding it along my slit and slipping into my wetness firmly.

I gasp again, even more aroused than in my dream. I try to talk an d ask her what she’s doing. But all I can do is gasp. Pant. Moan. Scream. As she sucks and nips, slides and licks.

“H..OOOooohhhh! J..J..JJJaacc.” Bucking, squirming thrusting, thrashing as my orgasm rips thru me, throwing me, wrung and spent onto my silken sheets.

Disbelief, shock, awe and contentment held me immobile for a few minutes. As my sated brain tried to sort out what the hell had just happened.

Jac slid up my languid body and rested her head on my pillow by my ear. Her sweet beat feathered my cheek as she asked gently.

“Bella, you don’t hate me now…do you?”

My brain barely caught the faint quiver of vulnerability in her softly spoken words, but once it did my heart had a few things to say.

“Ohhh..Jac. I could never hate you.” I pulled her close and held her tight. ” Escort Bağdat Caddesi Mind you I am a bit confused though.”

“Confused?” she asked.

I look into her lush green eyes and suddenly feel very shy. ” Well, two things really…”

“Yes?” She asks in a quiet sexy voice.

Cautiously I asked, “Well, didn’t you just break up with your girl friend? And come here crying because of your broken heart last night?”

Jac smiles one of her mysterious smiles, leans in, and kisses me. “Yes Sahra and I broke it off last night. Yes I did come here with a broken heart last night. But my heart wasn’t broken over her leaving.” She pauses for a second to take a breath. She continues slowly, a sad smile on her face, “My heart was broken over something she said last night.”

At my look she picked up again, ” She told me that she could not be in a relationship with someone who was in love with someone else. I laughed and asked her what she meant.” Again she stopped. Breathed and started again, “She said that I was obviously in love with you and that I didn’t need to pretend not to be for her sake…”

I was in a state of shock, twice in the same morning. Did that mean that she was actually in love with me or that I was the reason she and Sahra broke up and she blamed me?

” I was so upset about what she was saying that I couldn’t figure out why it would bother me so much. Then I though about it and found out that what she said was true, every word of it. I was so happy!..” She sighed, here eyes looked a little worried. ” Then I remembered that you were strait, and worse.. recently had a bad break up with a guy I had set you up with no less!” Her lovely green eyes filled with tears. ” I didn’t think I had a chance. I couldn’t think, I just rushed over here. By the time I got here I was crying so hard I could hardly breath.”

She cried a little, and I held her closer and whispered to her, “Shhh .. its ok.. hey there.. shhh.” I couldn’t believe she felt this way for me. I felt exited, happy and scarred at the same time.

“Then tonight I watched you sleep after you thought I was asleep.” She confessed, “I couldn’t keep my hands from wandering my eyes from wondering. I just wanted you to know how much I care for you.” She grinned a teary eyed grin, ” I guess I got a little carried away, hu?”

Still pretty much stunned, and a little light headed I shook my head. ” You didn’t get carried away. You carried me away.”

She looked at me a little pleased. “So what was your second confession?”

I blushed like mad, coughed and shifted around a bit. “I..I had been thinking about you like that for a little while now. One of the reasons I broke up with Chad was I couldn’t and wouldn’t sleep with him.” Again I bushed. ” In fact, until tonight I have never even slept with any one before.”

I could tell my confession stunned her a bit. Whether it was the I love you too part of the virgin part I’ll never know.

Jac thru her head back and laughed the laughter of pure happiness, and being no less joyful myself, I joined in and hugged and kissed her never wanting to let go.

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New day and a new college. I get settled into my seat, pull out my laptop, notepad, and pencil out. What can I say, I still like to write by hand at times or doodle if I can’t focus.

I start playing with my hair and chewing on my pencil. I know, bad habits. I shift anxiously in my seat as the other students filter in, I watch them out of the corner of my eye.

Then I see her, my breath catches and I drop my pencil and it rolls right in front of her. She bends over to pick it up giving me a view down her shirt, I try not to look, but can’t help it. She stands back up and I can feel the blush warming my cheeks.

“Here, I think you dropped this. My name is Samantha but I go by Sam,” she introduces herself. “Haven’t seen you around here.”

I sputter trying to gather a response. “I.. I… just transferred here. Uh.. uh… I am… uh… Jasmine.”

She smiles, pondering it appears, and I blush more.

“Oh god, what’s happening to me,” I think silently, biting my lip.

“Jasmine, I like that,” she declares, “see you around.” Then she winks at me, at least I think she does, as my imagination starts running wild.

I can’t pay attention during class, I keep seeing her in my mind, stealing glances at her. I sketch her on my notepad, trying to capture the depth of her twilight blue eyes. The gentle waves in her auburn hair and how the red in it catches the light.

All I hear is the professor dismiss us, I shovel everything in my bag and rush to the ladies room as quickly as possible. Locking the stall quickly, I hike up my skirt and start rubbing my already wet pussy, fast and quickly needing to orgasm, picturing her in my head. Before I realize I am moaning and squirting, having lost myself in my need.

I clean myself up, hoping no one came in. I leave the stall and find the restroom blissfully empty. Washing my hands as the door swings open and she slips in, smiling at me.

She comes up behind me and while sliding something in my hand, whispers in my ear “7PM and don’t be late beautiful.”

She steps into a stall quickly. I am frozen for a moment then I walk out unfolding the paper with an address. I rush to my dorm as it is already four and I want to clean up and she said to not be late.

Checking myself in the mirror one more time, my black off the shoulder top and skirt, short and provocative, my straight blonde hair sweeping my bare shoulders, red lipstick applied flawlessly.

At promptly Göztepe escort bayan 7:00 PM, I walk up to the door, about to knock, she opens it, her eyes obviously roaming over my body from head to toe, then glances back up into my green eyes and smiles, saying hello and ushering me inside.

“You look amazing,” she says, her voice a bit husky, as she leans into me causing me to back into the door. Tilting her head, her mouth close to my ear she whispers, “and smell delicious. Your name suits you well” nipping gently at my earlobe, causing a startled and aroused gasp to erupt, my pussy almost drips.

She pulls away suddenly and I feel her absence, she sees the frown. “Don’t worry Jasmine, we are just starting.”

She shows me around the downstairs, the last room she brings me to is the dining room where she has a delicious meal and wine waiting. We eat and laugh while we get to know each other. Sitting close to each other, hands on knees, laughing, smiling.

As the meal wraps up, she blindfolds me. I hear shuffling, and a can. Then something cool and creamy on my lips. I open my lips and taste the sweetness of the cream as the strawberry enters my mouth. My tongue circles the sweet berry.

Her breath brushes against my ear, purring, sending chills down my spine, goosebumps raise on my skin.

“Yes, enjoy that nice and slowly, savor it.”

I take my time, rolling the berry over my tongue, between my lips. Enjoying the full flavor of the fruit with the cream.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moan.

After she finishes feeding me the berries, she takes my hand, guiding to a place unknown, up the stairs slowly as I can’t see. I hear a door open and we enter and the door clicks closed, I hear a lock clicking.

Before I know it, her lips find mine, hands all over, mine exploring hers, till she pushes them away.

“Feel” she orders.

I try to not reach out as her hands explore my body. Then followed by her lips, tongue, teeth. My body is on fire and moans escape my lips when hers aren’t there to catch them.

She backs me up, the back of my knees hitting what seems to be a bed and I fall back. She places my hands above my head and demands me to keep them there and I obey. She works the buttons of my blouse open, my chest exposed. Hands roaming, fingers slipping into my cups. Gasps escaping my lips along with moans.

She undoes the button on my skirt, I lift my hips at her prompting, the skirt slipping Escort Caddebostan over my hips. She stands back and looks at me.

“Mmmmmm, black bra and matching panties on that gorgeous body, on top of those sexy thigh highs and the garter. you are a piece of art,” she proclaims. “Jasmine, my beautiful little blossom. You look as delicious as you smell.”

She bites my neck and I let out a little growl, my back arching. She slowly works her way down my body, nipping, biting, licking. she works my blouse the rest of the way off, placing my hands back over my head.

She arches her back now as she goes back over my body, dragging her nails over my skin. Her mouth connecting with my skin again along my stomach, she kisses the top of the garter and then over the front of my panties, and I growl again, twisting.

“Uh uh uh,” she chides, “stay still.”

I still my body with effort, all kinds of sounds of pleasure spilling from me. She starts continuing down the front of my thighs, rolling my stockings down as she goes. Then down my calves to my ankles, slipping my stockings off before she rests her hands on my knees separating my legs slowly, a longing moan escaping my lips as my back arches.

Slowly she works her way up the inside of my legs to my knees, she takes one leg, holding it in the air. She kisses the back of my knees, sucking the skin between her lips, surprising me at the sensation, a pleasured gasp escaping.

She is then back between my legs now biting up my thighs, she grabs the tops of my panties and yanks them down hastily, and pulls them off, she touches my lips. I can feel my wetness on them already.

She runs her palms over my pussy, one after the other, almost massaging my lips. Trying to not wriggle and move, I bite my lip, tasting blood, moaning.

She brings her face to my lips, kissing them, tongue slowly exploring, teasing. she flicks my clit, I inhale sharply. She sucks it into her mouth, I moan, then she bites and I let a scream out in pleasure saying don’t stop. At that, she stops her gentle teasing and gets rougher, she slides a finger then two inside me. I explode at the first swipe across my g-spot. Screaming, hips bucking. She continues her work on my pussy, bringing me to orgasm again and again, licking all the juices up.

Finally, she raises her head, saying, “You are just as sweet as I thought you would be. Just like a sun ripened peach. Want to taste?”

It Bağdat Caddesi escort takes a moment as my senses return. I feebly shake my head yes. She brings her fingers that were in me to my lips, I part them and she slides them in.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I respond.

After I clean her fingers, she moves back up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself on her lips, in her mouth, as my tongue explores it. Taking one hand in hers, she guides me to her wet pussy.

“Touch me how you touch yourself,”she prompts.

I don’t need another invite, my fingers go to work, caressing, teasing, rubbing, stroking, delving.

She is idly stroking my pussy as I pleasure her as I do myself. The sounds of her moans are the sweetest symphony to my ears. Learning her quickly by feelings of her body moving and sound, I figure out what she enjoys most, pushing her over once. I continue teasing and pleasuring her now bring her to the edge again and again. She growls in my ear and bites my earlobe. Her fingers then delve back inside me.

“Oh god, yes,” I moan out.

I am to distracted now to realize when she is about to cum this time but she groans out, “cum with me baby.”

I crest with her as her and my moans of ecstasy fill the room and I am sure the house. We collapse, fingers sitting inside each other’s throbbing bodies.

After a moment, I pull out, bringing my fingers to my lips, wet with her juices.

“Taste it,” she instructs quietly.

I do as told, her taste exploding in my mouth, moaning in pure pleasure. I realize I should share so I slide my finger back inside her then and bring it to her lips.

Pausing, she removes my blind fold before my finger can touch her lips, she gently holds my hand, kissing the palm, eyes on me. Along the finger to the tip her lips dance. Never breaking eye contact, she opens and allows my finger all the way into her mouth, circling it with her tongue, lips wrapping around the base as she sucks. Another moan escapes me as I feel the intimacy in the moment.

Once she releases my finger, my lips are alive against hers. Soft at first, then deep long kisses.

She breaks away for a moment and grabs a blanket. Covering us both together, she pulls me in for another kiss as we roll to face each other. Her finger then tracing my lips to keep me quiet, moving to sweep the hair away from my face. Fingers now in my hair gently combing it.

“Rest now baby,” she rests. As I stare into her eyes, I feel sleepy, and before I know it, I drift off.

I awake, the early morning sun pouring through the window. She has me wrapped in her arms. I smile and sigh contentedly as I listen to her calm, rhythmic breathing, falling again into slumber, knowing that we found something special.

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Some years back, Mithu (wife of my hubby’s cousin brother) came to stay with us. The day she came, three of us went to a party in the evening. There was a lot of drinking Mithu also danced a lot. Music was not fast and we mostly had close dance – men had gala time, so did women.

Mithu and I once danced together, she made it close. I felt it was getting too close. Both of us were high and I felt her body closely. She was dark, had very smooth skin, nice breasts, and excellent rounded hips. I rather drunkenly touched her breasts and felt the profile of her hips over her tight skirt; I felt there was nothing under her skirt. As I was tipsy, I was not sure if I felt right.

When three of us came back home, my hubby went straight to bed. I was sleeping with Mithu in the other bedroom, as my hubby did not want her to sleep alone. I was very sleepy. I took off my sari and blouse, pulled my nightgown over my head, pulled out my bra, took out my petticoat and went to bed. As I did not know Mithu all that well I avoided being naked in her presence.

She was a bit care free and started undressing with lights on without any hesitation She took off her top, her bra, and the skirt – my guess was right; she had nothing under her skirt. She stood stark naked and did not bother to put on something. She took her own time to take care of her face and I could see her naked body for quite some time. But I was too drunk & sleepy to notice her body well. Only thing I noticed was her very shapely figure.

By the time she came to bed, I was fully asleep. But in my drunken sleep I felt her body close to mine, touching me at my breasts, my private parts and probably kissing me also. But honestly, I am not sure if this was real or I was dreaming.

Next morning, my husband left for work early. He made his tea and breakfast without disturbing us. We got up rather late. We took it easy, had late breakfast and later chatted for a long time and drank plenty of beer. By that time, I did not remember anything of last night. While chatting Mithu said that I had a very fair skin but it should be much smoother. She suggested that I should regularly apply almond oil on my body. I realised that since my masseuse was gone I was missing the oil. I told her so and she offered to apply oil on me. I said it was not necessary and ignored it.

After some time, I went for my bath and asked her to use the other bathroom. I heard a knock on the bathroom door and after opening the door a little I saw Mithu standing with a bottle of oil.

I told her,” I have already undressed and cannot let you in.”

I wanted to avoid nudity with her, as I did not know her well.

She said, ” So what? After all, we are both women why can’t I see you naked?”

I had to relent and she came in. I took a towel, which was not large enough and covered the front part of my body as much as possible. She held me by the upper arm and Escort Ataşehir turned me around. My back was fully exposed, top to bottom, and I felt a little shy. She started oiling my back, my legs, thighs and finally she started with my buttocks. She fondled them for a long time and went in the parting of the ass and very lightly oiled me there. I was about to protest but I was feeling so nice with her caressing touch that I could not. I remembered the days of my youth when I enjoyed this kind of pleasure from massage by other women.

She took off my towel, which I was still holding and started massaging my front from behind. She was very close to my body and when she was pressing my boobs I started getting sensual pleasure.

She told me, ” My nightgown is getting spoilt with oil. I should take this off but can’t as my hands are very oily. Will you please help?”

I untied the two strings on her shoulder and the nightgown dropped off exposing her beautiful dark body. With this, a fire sparked off and I was fully in the mood to enjoy a woman’s nudity. Just to say that Mithu was beautiful is the biggest understatement. She had a wonderful carved body, with the breasts and hips shaped in excellent rounded form. She, I guess, was 34c-26-39. She was on the dark side but with a lovely shine on her skin.

Her nipples were chocolate coloured and perfect in shape – they looked so nice on her dark skin. Her face was also very sweet with sharp nose, large & bright eyes, thick curved perfectly kissable lips. She had no fat on her waist and her deep bellybutton looked lovely on her well shaped belly, which went down to a rich bush of silky triangle of pubic hair. The triangle was fairly large and extended. She had the body of a model (she was 5′ 7″ tall) but if she ever tried a bikini a good part of her pubic hair would be out. She also had lot of under arm hair, thick & dense.

In my bathroom, there is a large mirror over a counter top in which the full human body could be seen. As she was standing behind me and massaging my front (I was facing the mirror) I was seeing her partly but she was seeing my naked body in full. When I untied her nightgown we were both facing the mirror. Her tall and dark body was in great contrast with mine. I have a very fair skin with a pinkish glow – at least couple of inches shorter than her – 36c-29-39 in shape – my body hair is not as black as her – it is slightly on the golden side – I have shoulder length hair but her hair reached her hips – my nipples are pinkish on a golden brown base – her ones were chocolate coloured. We were amazed at the reflection of our bodies in the mirror and kept on silently admiring each other for a long time.

After we came to our senses, she started with the massage on my breasts and I was getting a heavenly sensation. She pressed my breasts and played with my nipples, which stood erect. Gradually she increased the Ümraniye escort pressure on my breasts and I felt wonderful. She massaged my belly and thighs. She was going round my pubic hair, touching the borders but she distinctly hesitated to have a go at it. I was dying for her touch in my pussy but was still a little shy to tell her to go ahead.

I was getting wet and wet as she went back to my ass and then to my breasts. I was actually dripping wet and she noticed my pubic hair was moist She finally overcame her hesitation, took some fresh oil in her hand and started massaging my hairy pussy. I was unaware that I had spread my legs a little and she took the opportunity to put her fingers in and circled around my fleshy clitoris. I cannot describe the sensual pleasure I was having.

Realising that I would climax soon she stopped. She opened the bathroom door, brought me out and made me lie down on the bed over a towel and started real sex action – she held me close and kissed my lips for very long with her hands pressing my breasts she shifted her lips to my nipples sucking it hard, biting very lightly, and playing with my pussy with her fingers. When my body was shaking with excitement she went down on my pussy and sucked it really well. I had almost climaxed in the bathroom. Now I climaxed like as if I was going down along the Niagara Falls. In so many years of my sex life I never climaxed like this. I finally cooled down and was in deepest embrace with her.

I told her that I would like to give her a massage now. She readily agreed. I first wrapped her naked body in a large towel (I wanted to see her nude body getting exposed in stages) and took her to a covered balcony and made her lie down on a small cot. I told her to lie on her stomach. I loosened her towel and exposed only her back; there was only a glimpse of her ample breasts from the side. I did her back affectionately but professionally (a Swedish man had taught me relaxation massage). When I finished her back, shoulders, neck and the arms (including her rich hairy armpits) I folded the towel to expose her thighs. Her thighs had no hair at all. I did her thighs up & down from the end of the curve of her buttocks to her knees. I said, ” It is time to take the towel off.”

She said, “hmm.”

I threw the towel away and started working on her smooth buttocks. I reached her asshole and made my fingers play there. She was apparently enjoying and making humming sound.

I said, “Now the back is over, please turn around.”

She got up and I made her sit up at the edge of the cot as I realised that her breasts would not be in best form if she lies down. I climbed up the cot and knelt down behind her and started massaging her breasts. It was a wonderful feeling as I fondled her amazingly well formed breasts. Her breasts were very soft and I was getting excited. She was also responding as I could feel her Bostancı escort bayan nipples getting erect under my hands.

As she was getting more and more charged up, she suddenly got up and embraced me; we started kissing. She held me in her arms and brought my face close to her breasts. I put my lips on her nipples and sucked her nipples. Her large well shaped soft nipples felt wonderful in my mouth. I gave her light bites and she responded by squeezing my naked buttocks.

I took my head away and said,” It is not right to have too much distraction during a massage.”

I made her lie down on her back and started on her fat less tummy. I was going down to her thighs through the two sides and touched her pubic bush only at the borders. Her body except for her pubic area and under arms was totally hairless. This was a little unusual. All the hairy women I saw naked, including Mom and her sister, had body hair – in the thighs, legs, lower arms and also on buttocks. I also have light golden hair on my legs and lower arms (which I remove) and on my thighs and buttocks (which my hubby and also a few other men appreciate) also a little in my lower abdomen (extension of my pubic hair). But Mithu was entirely hairless except pubic area and underarms, which were very hairy. I asked her if she waxed her body but she said no.

I made her fold her legs and spread them a little so as to get full access to her pubic area and also her ass. I generously poured oil on her pubic hair and massaged the skin below. I then moved a little lower and accessed her ass hole, which was somewhat hairy. I very lightly massaged her ass hole and she showed her appreciation by shaking her hips in rhythm. After a while my fingers finally entered her pussy lips and encircled her clitoris. She was getting excited and made sounds. I ultimately withdrew my fingers and put my lips & tongue in her cunt. That was the final stage of her climax and she came with screams of ecstasy. We entered the bath for having shower. Under the shower we kissed and soaped each other. Mithu showed me how she shampoos her pussy hair and told me to practice the same to keep the pubic hair rich and glossy. We licked and sucked each other at every corner including armpits and the pussy. I knelt down and tongued her asshole. She almost screamed. Finally, we lied down on the floor in ‘ sixty nine’ position and sucked each other’s cunt. Ultimately we climaxed together.

We came out of the bathroom after toweling each other dry. We stood in front of the dressing mirror, combed each other and applied talcum powder on each other. I took my perfume and sprayed in her underarms, pubic area, buttocks and belly. She also reciprocated. When we went to the dining table for lunch, we were looking at each other in silent admiration and love. We suddenly realised that both of us completely forgot to put on any clothes. We laughed but never bothered to look for clothes. After lunch we slept holding each other very close.

When we woke up some body was pressing the doorbell. I jumped out of the bed and hurriedly put on a housecoat. Mithu pulled up a pair of denim shorts and slipped over a t-shirt. We opened the door; it was my hubby.

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Thanks to everyone for the feedback. I really appreciate it. This is the next part of the story, and here it starts to get a little more heavy. Also, a typo in the last story is corrected here. Monica is her name, not Monico. Sorry about that. Enjoy!

With same fluidity in which Kate and I were dancing, she glided, almost like she was on ice, over to Linda.

“Ok,” I thought to myself, “relax, it’s just dancing.”

Easy enough for me to say, but the combination of the booze and just the pure energy of the dancing and the bodies all around was defiantly taking an effect.

I continued to groove to the music, forgetting that Linda had suggested that we “switch.”

Believe me, I soon remembered as I felt a pair of hands begin to grip my hips. Startled, I attempted to pull away and turn around to see who the hell it was. I was prohibited from doing so by the firm hold of these hands, and was actually pulled back, tightly against this mystery body. My concern was soon quieted, a little at least, when she spoke.

“Don’t worry,” Sophia said, “I won’t bite until you tell me to.”

“hehe, “ I responded rather weakly, trying again to turn around.

“No,” Sophia whispered, pulling me closer, “Like this,”

So there we were, spoon-dancing. Her with her arms draped around my tummy, head nuzzled in my neck, and breasts smashed into my back. That last Ataşehir escort thing, did not go unnoticed, and I still couldn’t tell you exactly how I felt about it. It was weird, but not bad. Just, new and different.

After a while of this, with her “behaving,” she must have sensed that I had relaxed somewhat, because she started to roam her hands a little. Nothing to big, and nothing that Kate and I hadn’t done before. She would start at my hips, and run down both sides of my body, but not so far as to cause herself to lose contact with the rest of my body. She would then bring them up slowly, gliding along my bare shoulder blades, up the back of my neck, stopping just short of running her fingers through my hair. Back down along my shoulders, to my arms, guiding them to raise in the air as she ever so lightly traced along their length. When she got to my wrists, she lightly took grip, and started to guide my hands down to my own sides to repeat the process. I was in heaven with the sensations.

“What the fuck?!” I screamed in my head, “hello, you’re feeling like this from a woman!”

Trying to snap out of this spell, I again attempted to turn around, and again I was prohibited from doing so. This time, she used her grip on my left arm to wrap both her arm and mine around my waist, as she quickly brought her right hand to my throat. Not in a rough Ümraniye escort bayan way, but enough to hold me there.

It was amazing how soft and gentle Sophia was. She started to gently massage my neck and lightly brushing that little second G-spot just below my ear.

“Shhh,” she said, “just go with it.’

She was right. I knew that nothing would happen, ‘cause I’m straight, and all I had to do was to relax, let the dance finish, and that would be that. But at the same time, I felt as though I was leading her on. I mean, I never said I was lesbian, but then again, Kate’s brilliant response to Linda, made it sound like we were.

I decided to just go with it, tilted my head back to rest on her shoulder, while her fingers worked their magic on my neck. I even felt my butt pressing backwards a little as I arched my back in response. Then I felt her hot breath on my neck, sending goose bumps all over my body, and her nose softly joining the actions of her fingers.

“Oh Monica,” she breathes, “you are such a good dancer.”

“Your…ugh,” trying to speak, “you’re not so bad yourself.”

Then, a light, soft, brush of her lips swept across my skin. I froze, not knowing what to do.

“Oooo, look over there Monica.” Sophia said.

I looked in the direction indicated, and saw Kate and Linda in almost the exact position Escort Bostancı that Sophia and I were in. The only difference…Kate had her head tossed back, her eyes closed, and her hands wrapped around Linda’s body, groping whatever she could. Linda on the other hand, looked like she was a vampire the way she was sucking on Kate’s neck. And where the hell were Linda’s hands?

Judging by the distortion in the size of one of Kate’s breasts, and think I had discovered where one of Linda’s hands was. But the other was nowhere to be seen. Then Kate’s hip movements became more pronounced, and I could now guess where that other hand must be.

I’d seen Kate like this once before at another club, when she was dancing with this one guy. She told me the next day, that she had plucked the guy’s pecker out through is fly, and they were actually fucking right on the dance floor.

“Don’t they just look soooo sexy together?” Sophia whispered in my ear, as she continued to kiss my neck. “Doesn’t Kate look like she’s in heaven?”

I couldn’t speak. The sight of what was happening in front of me, together with the way Sophia was touching and kissing me, it was too much.

That’s when Sophia brought her hand from my waist, and took a healthy group of my hair. She slowly, but firmly tugged my head back, and turned it so I was facing her. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to look at Sophia, but she told me to open them and look at her. I did.

We stared deeply into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity, until her other hand put a finger on my chin, tilting and guiding my lips to hers.

I closed my eyes.

To Be Continued…

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“Okay counsel, your witness” The judge said as he motioned to the prosecuting attorney.

The prosecutor stood, straightened his suit jacket and approached me as I continued to sit on the witness stand. “Mrs. DeFrancisco, how long did you know the victim, Miss Simmons?”

“Since we, I mean my husband and I moved to Arlington,” I answered.

“And how long was that?”

“Well we moved here in May of 2001 and I met Debbie about a week after we moved in,” I answered. That was how my cross examination began. It continued like that, without anything earth shattering for the next hour before the Judge took pity on us all and announced that we would break for the weekend and reconvene on Monday morning. That of course meant that I would be locked in an eight by twelve cell for 44 of the next 48 hours.

The cell was a concrete block room with bars on one wall. On the right wall was a small steel bunk bed covered with grey blankets and white sheets. A simple vinyl covered wood chair sat in front of a steel desk on the back wall with a small desk lamp my only decorating touch. The left wall held a stainless steel toilet shielded from prying eyes by a short painted steel partition about 4 feet high. Next to the partition was a stainless steel sink with my toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. It had all the comforts of home.

At lights out I laid in bed a thought back to happier times.

Jim, my husband, had just been transferred to Chicago. The transfer came with a big promotion and a healthy raise and Matt, our two kids, Chelsea and Matthew, were all excited about the move.

We had been in our new house, a big beautiful brick faced colonial, for a week when I first saw Debbie. The moment I saw her I knew she was gay, not that I had a problem with that but it was very apparent. She was not unattractive; in fact she was just the opposite of unattractive. She was not what I would call pretty, instead she was handsome or stunning, but in a somewhat masculine way. Her platinum blonde hair was cut strikingly short yet stylish. Her features were sharp and crisp with high cheek bones and prominent nose and a strong jaw. Her eyes were a shade of blue green that looked like the Caribbean Sea and were surrounded by the longest thickest eye lashes I have ever seen. She had broad square shoulders, full round breasts, a narrow waist and trim hips that I would have died for. Her legs were strong, tan and muscular and her smile was fantastic. Debbie introduced herself to me and I felt my heart skip a beat. I had never been attracted to a woman before that moment, and the feeling scared me. She had an aura about her, and air of confidence that was supremely attractive and in the few moments I stood there I was spellbound. If she had asked me to drop to my knees and pleasure her I am sure I would have done it, with my husband watching, but she never asked, not then, not ever. In fact Debbie never asked for anything. That wasn’t her way. She told, demanded and commanded but never asked: but I am getting ahead of myself.

I avoided Debbie after that first meeting. Not because I didn’t like her or I was afraid of her, but rather because I was afraid of myself and what I might do or say if I was around her. When I wasn’t working at the library I spent a lot of time inside the house or in the back yard around the pool with the kids for the first few weeks that we lived in Arlington. Eventually I met Sara Young, a woman my age who also had two children, who lived across the street from us. Sara was an attractive woman with a pretty but somewhat plain face, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and small round glasses. She was about 25 pounds overweight, but carried it pretty well. Overall she looked like a mom, which is exactly what she was. Sara dressed conservatively and attended church regularly and she introduced me to her friends and I began attending her church with the kids most Sundays.

Sara, unlike me, was a stay at home mom and she spend most of her days observing the goings on in the neighborhood. She was the resident nosey neighbor, but she kept her findings to herself, well until we got close and then she shared her gossip with me. She told me about Susan Dresser, the woman on the corner who was having an affair and about the Johnson’s pending divorce. She also told me that Debbie my next door neighbor was a lesbian who had a different woman over nearly ever night. She of course whispered the word lesbian as though it was a dirty word and told me of Debbie’s deeds with the sound of disgust in her voice.

A few months had gone by and I had only run into Debbie a few times in the yard and in the grocery store and I had regained my composure around her. Sara and I had become close friends and every day when I got home from working at the library at 3:00PM I would head over to her house to have a cup of coffee and hear about the gossip of the day. Sara’s stories about Debbie became the focus of most of our afternoon conversations, because she had a different woman over every night. They would arrive home Ataşehir escort bayan late, after I had fallen asleep, but Sara was still up, and they left around ten in the morning.

“Your sure it is a different woman every night,” I asked Sara.

“Absolutely,” she replied with her Chicago accent. “The woman has a voracious appetite,” she laughed uncomfortably.

“What do they look like.”

“Karen, they are every type, age, shape and size, but she uses them up and spits them out. She has no soul.”

“Oh really, and how do you know,” I asked jokingly and Sara turned bright red. “Oh my god, Sara. You slept with her?”

“It was a few years ago,” Sara said meekly. “Todd had been, well like he always is, distant and consumed with work. She stopped over to borrow some milk one night when Todd was away on business and the kids were over their grandmothers. I don’t know how she knew to stop over that night, but she did. At first I though it was just a coincidence, but she planned it, I know she did. Anyway, I invited her in and we started talking. I really don’t know how it evolved into something so wrong, so nasty and degrading. It was really weird because it seemed like one moment we were sitting on the couch talking and the next moment we were in bed.” As she finished I could see a tear form in her eye and she sniffled.

“I’m sorry Sara, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s alright. I’ve never told anyone about it, not even my shrink, which is kind of funny because I started seeing him right after that happened. I needed to talk about things but I couldn’t bring myself to talk about that. It was so wrong, so dirty, so disgusting and you know what the worst part about it was.”

“What,” I asked cautiously.

“I enjoyed it,” she said as the tears began to flow. “ actually liked being used and being treated like a play thing. That’s all I was to her. That’s all anyone is to her just some damn fuck toy.”

Hearing Sara use the word fuck shocked me nearly as much as her story had. The whole thing was so out of character. I put my arm around her and let her cry. Eventually her tears subsided and we chatted some more about more light hearted topics.

I went home that night and found myself staying up late to see if Debbie brought someone home. At about one in the morning I saw two cars pull into her driveway. I walked slowly to the window of our guest room, that faced Debbie’s house, and looked out from the dark room. I could see Debbie walk to the door ahead of another woman. She looked young and pretty and followed Debbie like a puppy. I walked back to my room and climbed silently into my bed.

A month went by without a mention of Debbie or her antics and I thought Sara’s issue had blown over. I had gone into the spare bedroom several times during the month to watch Debbie bring in her conquests and on a few occasions I even saw them kissing and fooling around before I felt guilty and retired to bed with the visions etched in my memory.

I stopped by Sara’s after work as I always did one August afternoon but this time she was visibly shaken.

“What’s wrong honey,” I asked.

“Look at this,” she replied while thrusting a printed invitation at me. I read the invitation and saw that it was from Debbie and was for only Sara, no guest permitted. “Why did she suddenly contact you,” I asked.

“Well,” Sara sighed, “I feel terrible about keeping this from you Karen, I really do but I am just so ashamed. I’ve been over Debbie’s a few times in the last two weeks. I am sorry for not telling you, I really am. You’re not mad at me are you?”

“Sara, don’t be silly, of course I’m not mad. What happened?”

“Well, about two weeks ago Debbie called me. It was about 9:30 in the morning and I had just gotten home from dropping the kids off at baseball camp. Anyway she told me to come over and…”

“What do you mean she told you to come over?”

“I mean when Debbie tells me something I do it. I can’t explain why, but it is like she holds this power over me. So she called and told me to come over, and I did.”

“But you knew what she wanted right. I mean she told you that right.”

“No, she told me to come over and I went. I knew what would happen if I did, but on some level, oh heck, on a lot of levels I wanted to. I mean when she tells me to do those disgusting things. When she makes me do those terrible, wrong and degrading things, well at the time it just feels so right, like it is what I am meant to do. I am sorry I can’t explain it. I mean I feel awful afterward. I feel dirty and I know it is wrong, but when it’s happening I like it…all of it, and sometimes when I think about it, it makes me feel so, I don’t know, so hot I guess, but right afterward I feel disgusting and dirty. I know what she makes me do is wrong, but it is so…I don’t know. You think I am disgusting don’t you?”

“Oh god, don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think you are disgusting Sara. You are my friend and I love you.”

“Thanks,” Escort Ümraniye she said with a small smile. “Anyway, when I went over the first time she wasn’t alone. There was a pretty young Asian girl there. She couldn’t have been more than 20 and she was so petite and pretty and Debbie told me to please her, like I did her. So I did. It happened three more times, each time with a different woman, all of them different. One was a heavy woman, over 200 pounds, another was a black woman about my age and the last one was a redhead named Patty. That one was tough because she lives around town and is a member of my woman’s club, but I did it anyway. Like I said I can’t resist her Karen, and I don’t think I would even if I had the strength to, but I feel like I am losing control. I am afraid if I go to this party I will make a fool of myself and lose my family, but I have to go.”

“Don’t go if you are that scared Sara,” I pleaded.

“I have to go, but I have a favor to ask.”

“Anything.”

“Can you come too?”

“But your invitation says no guest.”

“I know, but Debbie invited you, Jim and the kids. The invitation should be in your mailbox. The party during the day will be just a normal barbeque and there will be lots of other couples with kids. A lot of Debbie’s friends are married with kids, and some of the same sex couples have kids from previous marriages or adoptions. Will you come, please.”

“We will be there.”

“Thank you.”

The barbeque was a lot of fun and the kids had a blast playing with all of the other kids there. Since it was a pool party I wore a bikini, but to make myself feel a little more comfortable I wore a short jean skirt over the bottom. Debbie was very nice and a terrific host and I felt my trepidation melt away. Soon after dinner, most of the families left to put their kids to bed, and Jim and I sent ours home with Rebecca, the nanny around 8:30.

Since the party had started so early, around 1:00, a lot of the people filtered out and by 9:30 there were only 3 men, including Jim, off in the corner of the yard by the fire pit drinking beer and talking about sports. The girls, eight of us, sat around the hot tub with our feet soaking in the tub. Sara and Patty, a striking redhead, were on my right and Debbie and a strong masculine looking woman named Nic, presumably short for Nicole, were on my left. Three other women, whose names I don’t recall, were seated across from me.

I could tell that Jim was very drunk, and I expected he would go home within an hour or so and I was sure he would not remember much that occurred after dinner. Suddenly, Patty announced to all of us that she was taking Sara inside to have some fun. I looked up at Sara to see if she wanted me to intercede, but she just mouthed the words “I’m sorry” and lowered her eyes. I watched in shock as Patty led my friend off toward the French doors, directing Sara with a hand on her ample hips.

Nic then stood up and said that she was getting another beer and asked if anyone wanted another drink. I asked for a refill on my wine and Nic sauntered off toward the outdoor bar. The four of us who remained at the hot tub sat in silence until Nic returned with a beer in one hand and a freshly opened bottle of Cabernet. She sat on my right, much closer than necessary and filled my wine glass to the rim.

“Drink up,” Nic said as she clinked her beer bottle against my glass. I was keenly aware that Nics bare thigh was pressed against mine and I slid a little to my left to separate us. In hind sight I don’t think it would have mattered if I had stayed glued to her thigh, the result would have been the same. I was sitting very close to both Nic and Debbie and I felt Debbie’s fingers lightly tracing circles on my bare thigh. Instinctively I looked over at my husband, Jim, but he was facing away from me, and probably wouldn’t have noticed even if he had been looking since the only light around the hot tub was from beneath the water. My glance at my husband did not go unnoticed by Debbie and she whispered softly to me, “Don’t worry, Sam will keep his busy, she is very good at that.”

“She,” I replied. I was sure Sam had been a man. He was about 5’10” with masculine features and was wearing a man’s pair of swim trunks and a plain blue tee shirt. I couldn’t see any hint of breasts and his legs were thick and muscular, as were his arms. In fact I had thought that he had a nice body when I first saw him.

“Yes, Karen, Sam is a woman. She has all of the equipment you and I have. She is a body builder and a thoroughly sick woman, but she is all woman trust me I have seen her naked.”

As Debbie was telling me about Sam, Nic had taken my right hand and placed it on her leg beneath her own hand and Debbie’s fingers had crept up to the leg of my bathing suit. “You have great tits Karen,” she whispered, her mouth less than an inch from my ear. I could feel her warm sweet breath on my neck as her finger slid inside my bikini bottom. “I wanted to see them the moment I saw you back Bostancı escort in May. You wanted me too. You remember that day don’t you? You know how I knew Karen. You know how I knew that you wanted me. I saw lust in your eyes. You had the same look all sex starved breeders get when they realize that they want pussy…my pussy. Your friend Sara had that look once too.”

Debbie’s fingers had slipped inside my wet pussy. “You’re pussy is soaked baby,” she whispered as two fingers penetrated me and her thumb toyed lightly with my swollen clit. I also realized that my right hand was now sliding along the slick elastic lips of Nic’s pussy while her hand directed me where to go. I let myself go, and enjoyed the combination of Debbie’s warm lips of the nape of my neck, Debbie’s fingers playing my sex like a violin and the deliciously wicked feeling of my own fingers inside another woman. My eyes were closed and my body was fast approaching a climax as Debbie’s thumb increased the pressure on my engorged clit. Her lips toyed with my ear lobe and she whispered into my ear “You love that finger don’t you?” It felt like the world was spinning and I felt the shudders just beginning when suddenly she stopped.

“No,” I panted softly, “please don’t stop.” My eyes opened and I saw Sam standing over me, yup, definitely a woman. A panic shot through me as my head whipped around to look for my husband. “Thank god,” I thought as I saw him standing over at the gate looking away from us.

“I am taking Jimmy home,” Sam said. “Jed left a few minutes ago and I don’t think Jim can make it with out a hand, he is really drunk.”

“Okay, have fun,” Debbie answered and she winked at Sam.

“Oh we will,” the muscular woman replied.

Debbie turned her attention back to me, he hand which had never left my leg slipped back inside my bathing suit and her mouth returned to my neck. “You have dreamed about this haven’t you Karen?” She whispered. “You went back to your bed after watching me from the darkness of your spare bedroom and touched yourself dreaming of the moment that I would fuck you. Didn’t you?”

My body was back on fire and I was so close to cumming.

“You’ve played with yourself imagining this moment, haven’t you? How long have you known you were a pussy slut? Look at your fingers buried inside Nic like that. You didn’t even take them out when you thought your husband might be looking.” Debbie’s thumb was rubbing my clit and my legs began to tremble when she stopped again.

“No,” I yelled out. “Oh god no, don’t stop. Make me cum, please.” I pleaded.

“You want some pussy don’t you? That’s what breeders like you always want. You pretend to be straight, all prim and proper, but what you dream about is having your face buried in some dykes pussy. That’s what you want isn’t it slut? Tell me what you want.”

“I want some pussy,” I said quietly, my face flushed with embarrassment.

“I can’t hear you Karen,” she teased as her fingers slid teasingly across my wanton pussy lips. “Ask nicely.”

“Can I please have some pussy, please I need to taste it.”

“Sure you can have some pussy. Get you ass between Nic’s legs,” she ordered.

Nic stood up and pulled her suit down letting her big breast loose and exposing a thick hairy mound of brown fur. She walked over to me and stood with her legs spread inches from my face. I could smell the pungent aroma of her arousal and my mouth watered in anticipation. My face slowly nestled in her wet pussy and I began to lick her and she tasted wonderful. My tongue began to move as if controlled by instinct, searching desperately for more of her tangy juices. Nic’s hips began to thrust and she grabbed my head fiercely. My mouth shot to her engorged clit and I sucked on it like a small cock. She let out a groan and I felt her legs shake as she climaxed on my mouth. “Fuck, this little bitch is a natural, just like her breeder friend Sara,” Nic exclaimed.

I stayed knelt at Nic’s feet and looked up at her, my eyes pleading for more praise. “I did good Nicky?”

“Yeah, you have a sweet mouth do you want to eat some more pussy bitch? Do you want another fresh cunt on your lips? I bet you do. Maybe Sam is finished fucking your husband and you can suck his cream out of her cunt. Would you like that? I bet you would, we can call you creamy Karen. But first I think Debbie wants a piece of your ass,” she said and pointed behind me.

I turned around to see Debbie, naked except for a big black plastic cock which hung lewdly from her waist. I knew what was expected, so I crawled over to her and began sucking on the big dildo, it was at least ten inches long and so thick I could barely fit the head inside my mouth. I slobbered and licked all over the long plastic phallus like a porn star. Debbie grabbed my head and forced the cock into my mouth rocking her hips and fucking my mouth violently. Slowly my jaw stretched out and the dildo slid past my teeth and back toward my throat. Deeper and deeper it went and I gagged each time it touched the back of my throat. Debbie continued to fuck my mouth and I felt hands and fingers touching my asshole. The fingers slipped inside my ass, not just one but several, stretching me open. I had never had anything up my ass and the sensation was deliciously wicked and surprisingly enjoyable.

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This chapter is dedicated to all of my loyal readers of the “I Kissed a Girl” series who have racked up over 580 favorites and 460,000 views at submission time. Especially, to those who have requested Jenna’s story over the years.

I wanted to do her justice, to include what happened before she reconnected with Kat…through their first time together (Chapter 1). Which has resulted in a mini novella of itself. Though it has been a longtime coming, I have thoroughly enjoyed getting into Jenna’s head. I hope you do, too.

Thank you in advance for your patience (9 pages, yikes!) …and for your loyalty.

SSW

I’ll let Jenna take you on the journey into her part of the saga…

*****

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PRESENT DAY

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Some would say I had it all. A nice condo in a sought-after part of the city. Loyal friends. A well-paying job that gave me prestige in the industry despite having an asshole for a boss. What more could I possibly want or need to make my life happy?

That answer was simple: the one that got away.

Over time, the ache inside had dulled. Though I wanted it to, I knew it would never cease completely. There would always remain that sliver of a dream of what could have been.

To make matters worse, I’d never really had her to begin with. She was oblivious to my longing. And it was all my fault.

I’d never even hinted to her that I saw her as more than a classmate, a friend. The latter was barely even that. I don’t know how things would have turned out if I had admitted my true feelings back then. But I’d eventually accepted reality. Stopped wishing for a second chance to share my heart with her.

Maybe that’s why fate finally stepped in.

There, at the bar, stood the most beautiful person I’d ever laid my eyes on. Even with her current drowned-rat appearance, I could tell that the years had been good to her. Very good. And I could only imagine that they had also enhanced all of those qualities that had endeared her to me on that dreary fall day of my senior year. The day that I saw a ray of hope to help me through the rest of the hellhole they called high school.

I had stopped in a dark section of the club on the way back to my table from the restroom. It had taken a long moment to realize what had drawn my attention to the main entrance. In the dimness of the room, I saw Donna talking to a woman…leading her to the bar. Normally, I wouldn’t have paid attention as Maggie’s was a lesbian bar and I wasn’t really looking for a relationship right now. But the person standing opposite our designated greeter for the night wasn’t just any woman.

She was Katrina Jenkins. Kat, as everyone had called her. Kitty Kat, on some occasions, although I remember how her brow would furrow at the sound of it. Which was a shame, because many a times, I had licked my lips at the thought of her purring beneath the ministrations of my fingers—my tongue—while I coaxed her with that pet name.

A shiver ran down my back. I hadn’t had a thought like that in almost four years. About anyone.

Though she was at least thirty feet away, I felt the heat of Kat’s gaze when she glanced around. She paused, and I held my breath… Surely, she couldn’t see me standing here, watching her?

But I still felt her eyes piercing into my soul as time rolled backwards in my head.

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TWENTY YEARS EARLIER

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The rumors had started the fourth week of my last year of high school. I had transferred in due to my father—The Colonel, as he was known among family and friends—being restationed. Thankfully, our move had been during the summer, so I wasn’t joining mid-year. It was by far not our first move. But this was the first time I wasn’t being homeschooled with my younger sister, Meredith. That I was going off base to get an education. Nathan, our brother who was five years older than me, had gone the military route like our father and had already been out of the household for four years prior to his graduation from college the prior spring. He was now stationed at a naval base in Hawaii. Lucky duck.

It was hard enough adjusting to a regular classroom, much less thinking about having to make new friends. My parents assured me that they’d heard many of my classmates had late birthdays, so I shouldn’t feel too out of place being 18 entering my senior year. My mother thought I deserved the experience of all the rites of passage one got being a senior: homecoming, football games, prom, and graduation. She seemed to have forgotten the one about immature teenagers teasing new students…and joking about adult topics as though they had any clue.

In my specific case, the joke was a play on my last name, Swallow. I first heard it in the place one always learns about what others think of you: from behind a stall door in the girls’ restroom.

Two female classmates gossiped about random topics at the sink, completely unaware of my presence. I’d seen them around the halls, boasting about how more mature they were than others because they’d already turned Escort Küçükyalı the legal age. Amidst the debate of which varsity football player had the best ass, the topic changed to who was going to ask them to the Homecoming Dance.

“Well, I should be going with Scott Martini,” one of them bemoaned. “The cheerleading captain always goes with the quarterback.”

“Jill, he’ll ask you. Guys like to wait until the last minute.”

Another stall door creaked open then closed loudly.

“Not if he’s going with someone else, Tiffany,” Jill scoffed.

“What do you mean?” Tiffany’s voice echoed over the walls of the enclosed toilets.

“Well…” Jill started, and I could see through the crack between the parts of my door that she had turned and leaned her backside against one of the sinks, her arms crossed. Her mouth dropped with a deep sigh into an open grimace while she stared at the ceiling. “I heard in trig class, he has his eye on the new girl.”

“And I heard he has a big dick.” Tiffany let out a snort. “Doesn’t mean it’s true. Guys like to exaggerate.”

“Oh, that part is true.”

The other toilet flushed before Tiffany asked, “How the hell would you know?”

Jill studied her nails for a moment, her frown morphing into a smirk. “I had the pleasure of giving him a blowjob under the bleachers after the game last week. It was my congratulations present to him for passing the winning touchdown. Not that it’s made him make a decision any faster.”

Tiffany made a retching sound before washing her hands. “That is so gross.”

“The only gross part is the end.” Jill turned and primped her hair in the mirror, giving pouty lips to her reflection. “But I spat it out…even though Scott asked me not to.”

I flushed the toilet and opened my stall door just when Tiffany quipped, “He’ll like it then if Jenna lives up to her name and swallows.”

I froze, realizing they had been talking about me. My face burned even hotter when they noticed me and just smiled, apparently unfazed that I’d overheard them. I would never forget the sound of their laughter echoing off the tile walls on their departure.

I was aware of the topic at hand. I had been raised on military bases, not in a cave. But I didn’t know what bothered me more… The fact that one of them had carnal knowledge of the act they were referring to. Or that those girls didn’t know anything about me, yet they found humor in making crude jokes about me just because of my name.

To my amazement, Scott did ask me to the dance the very next day. I turned him down, partly because of the bathroom conversation. As a result, he granted Jill Johnson her wish. I also got something: Scott’s revenge for rejecting the star quarterback.

The story I heard was, I’d offered to suck his dick if he’d take me to the dance. He’d felt sorry for me being new, so he’d agreed. But when the time came to do the deed, I’d flown off like the scared, little bird I was. It’s funny what people will believe when it’s some pompous ass making the accusations.

My punishment was to bear a slew of sexist jokes for the remainder of the school year. Many a night, I cried myself to sleep; thankful I had my own room. I had thick skin after being raised by a military father, but I was still human.

A twist of fate a few weeks after the Homecoming fiasco gave me a ray of hope that I would survive public high school. I was taking a test in Mr. Timm’s Advanced Algebra class. I was seated in the middle of my row, trying to concentrate. But I was constantly distracted by the girl seated in the front of the next row over. Mr. Timm had briefly introduced her before he’d handed out the exams and explained she had been in his class at a different hour but had switched due to moving her study hall.

Her name was Katrina Jenkins…Kat, for short. Another one of the barely-legal group from what I’d heard around the halls. I’d caught glimpses of her before in passing but actually had never had the chance to take a good look at her. From my perspective now, she had long, auburn hair with a gorgeous red tint that set it apart from normal brown hair. It kept falling forward across her desktop, and she kept tucking it behind her ears.

Halfway through class, she stood up and went to see the teacher. I kept my eyes on my paper, but I could hear her ask him for a rubber band…or a pair of scissors.

I dared a peek and was in time to see her sweep her hair up into a ponytail then turn back to sit down. But she bumped her chair, and her pencil rolled off the meager desktop attached. I don’t know why I kept watching her. But I noticed how her shirt grew just a little tighter across her chest when she stooped down. Was the room spinning?

As she stood again, her eyes lifted, meeting mine. It lasted for the briefest moment, and it was over when she blinked. One second, she was facing me. Then, she was sitting down again. But I couldn’t get her dark gaze out of my mind throughout the rest of class.

The next day when I saw her, Kat had cut Kartal escort her hair into a pixie style. I felt a lump in my throat at the loss of those long tresses. Yet the shorter do was more becoming. It allowed more of her beautiful face to show.

So began my daydreams of wanting to get to know her better. But I was afraid. Mostly because, while I wanted to be her friend, I found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to hang out for more than doing homework and comparing study notes. I wanted to go to the movies with her. Hold her hand. Stare deep into her eyes. Touch her hair. Maybe even kiss her.

That was not what two female friends usually did with each other, though. So I suppressed my desires and just admired from afar. Every now and then, I’d hear Kat laugh with other classmates. And she smiled a lot. I just wished I was part of whatever was making her happy.

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After Thanksgiving break, I was sitting in the cafeteria by myself at one of the tables…as usual. The varsity football players with my same lunch hour had taken the table behind me. The blowjob jokes started the moment they sat down. And I hunched over my lunch tray, trying to tune them out.

Same shit, different day.

I was just wondering why they couldn’t be more creative when I heard a familiar voice that made my pulse race.

“You know what, Scott Martini?” Kat said. “If you and your buddies spent as much time practicing for football as you did gossiping about Jenna Swallow, maybe we’d win more games this year.”

“What’s the team record?” another girl asked. “Two to six?”

“Yeah, Kitty Kat?” Scott sneered. There was the sound of a chair scraping against the linoleum, then he added, “What’s it to you? You got a thing for girls?”

“Ooh, cats like birds,” another boy jeered. “Kat and Swallow.”

I knew that voice as Tim Jacobs, one of the normal hecklers. Another football player. Easy on the eyes, but a jerk all the same.

“That’s the best you can do?” a third girl laughed. “A girl defending another girl makes her queer? Coming from a bunch of guys who like to swat each other on the bare ass with towels in the locker room, that’s pretty pathetic.”

There was a light twitter of giggles and whispers.

Kat snorted. “They’re just jealous that she won’t give any of them the time of day. I don’t blame her. Who wants to be with a bunch of jocks who’ve already banged the entire cheerleading squad?”

There were several gasps and low oohs, a brief smattering of applause, and the sound of several more chairs scraping the floor as the bell rang, dismissing us. I remained after I heard the football guys leave. After I heard Kat’s voice fading away while she chatted about something else with some other girls.

When I blinked, the tears that had welled in my eyes trickled down my hot cheeks.

I had once snuck a couple of my brother’s Playboy magazines before he’d left for college. The pictures had entranced me. How they’d teased at what was hidden by fabric or the creative placement of an object. I’d been interested in the female body ever since, though it hadn’t occurred to me what that might actually mean.

But I thought of that now. And of what Kat’s friend had said…that if a girl stood up for another girl, it didn’t make her queer. Because surely I was if I actually liked other girls in the way that boys liked girls.

One thing for certain, Scott and his crew could never know the truth of that. If I’d thought the oral sex jokes were bad, I couldn’t imagine what my classmates would say if they knew I was pining after another girl. I considered but chose not to pull rank and have my father talk to the principal about the verbal bullying. I didn’t know if it would stop or get worse if he stepped in, so that left it up to me to handle it on my own. Which meant just putting up with it.

Little had I known I’d had someone right here in my corner. Kat’s decision to stand up for me didn’t stop the whispers, but it made them more bearable. Though I never knew for sure if she had known I was in the cafeteria that day, I found that Kat smiled at me more when we passed in the hall or in class.

The more often I saw her, the harder it was to fight my feelings. I found myself daydreaming even more in Advanced Algebra, staring at Kat’s hair while Mr. Timm droned on about quadratic equations, coefficients, and polynomials. Thankfully, my grades didn’t suffer.

When prom came around, my mom asked if anyone had invited me. I lied and told her that Kat had asked me to join her friends who were all going stag, but I was still hesitant to go. The invitation actually hadn’t been directed to me specifically. I’d just heard them talking about it at lunch one day. But I couldn’t admit to my mom that all of the boys hated me because I wouldn’t sleep with them. So it was go alone or not at all.

My mother insisted I go with the girls. It was important for me to experience the ritual. I would never tell anyone, but I only agreed so I could see Kat in a dress. I had not been Suadiye escort bayan disappointed. Yet, I had remained in the background, just observing the entire time. Which allowed me to witness Scott Martini and Tim Jacobs spiking the punch before a teacher waylaid them. Although I had not been the one to tattle, I couldn’t help smiling and giving them a wave as they were marched past where I was sitting on the way out of the gym. As a result, the jabs and sneers doubled. But it was worth it.

Somehow, I managed to make it through the end of the school year with my sanity.

***

College was a welcome respite to the jeers I’d gotten used in such a short time. Although I’d only had to endure it for one school year, it had felt like so much longer. I was glad I could bury my nose in the books again and not worry about what others were saying behind my back.

I was also glad to be out on my own, though I missed my sister. We had always been close, telling each other everything. Though I’d never revealed my secret crush to her. I didn’t trust anyone that much. No one would understand.

I was glad that my younger sibling had friends of both sexes from the base…and a tougher skin. Hopefully when our mother decided to send her to public school, too, Mer wouldn’t be bullied. She was a bit of a tomboy and more like our brother. I had a strong feeling she’d punch someone in the face after the first crack they made about her name…if they even got that far.

Though I drew the attention of boys, I still found I had no interest in them. I went on a couple of dates just to be sure, but they only liked to talk about themselves, gaming, or sports. I even let one kiss me goodnight. It was wet, sloppy, and he smelled like garlic from our dinner. Plus, he was trying to grope me at the same time. Thankfully, he had not attempted a second kiss…or a second date. And I swore off men from thereon out.

Despite my failures in intimate relationships, I learned to be more assertive when it came to the rest of my life. I was finally becoming my father’s daughter. I aimed to make him proud. And while I didn’t want to pursue a profession in the military as he and my brother had, I could still use those skills in whatever field I did choose. I only wished I’d developed the backbone years earlier. Not only to stand up to the haters, but to be honest with the one person I wished I’d mattered to.

Every now and then, I’d see someone who reminded me of Kat. Once, I approached a girl on campus thinking it was Kat from behind. She’d had the same hair color. Same short style, too. To say that I was disappointed to find out I had been mistaken was an understatement. I’d lain in my dorm room that night, staring at the tiled ceiling. Trying not to let my roommate hear me cry while envisioning my high school crush in my head and wishing I’d brought my one-and-only yearbook with me so I could see her face again. Those eyes.

I resolved that I needed to force myself to move on or Kat would forever haunt me. So I doubled my efforts in getting through my classes and avoided a social life whenever possible. It’s funny how time seemed to fly after that.

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I spent my junior year abroad in Italy and France mostly. It was easy to blend in either place having taken both languages my first two years at the university. The freedom to do what I wanted whenever I wanted—within reason and when I wasn’t studying—was refreshing. Meredith even came to see me for a week between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

But it wasn’t until my senior year back home at the university that I openly admitted I was a lesbian. It happened on one of those rare nights in the early spring when I ventured outside of my apartment.

I would like to say that I had willingly agreed to go to the gay club with some of my classmates. They’d heard it was a great place to dance. I’d been tempted more than once before to go for obvious reasons. But I’d always feared I would be recognized by someone I knew. And now, that the girls who I studied with would see the real me.

It had taken some coaxing, but I’d gotten into the car with them. Once we’d arrived at the club, they paired off, leaving me standing there alone as the literal fifth wheel. So I threw back my shoulders, lifted my chin, and marched up to the bar. But even with a drink in hand, it was difficult to relax.

The music was loud, and the lights were obnoxiously bright as they bounced around the otherwise dark space. Two of the girls had made their way up onto one of the raised platforms and were dancing wildly. At least they had the sense to hold onto the safety railing with the hand that wasn’t fisting a bottle of beer. For now.

I found a seat at a corner table where I could keep an eye on at least the girl who was driving. I wondered if I should have insisted on taking her keys. I was half-worried I might get left behind. Plus, she didn’t look like she should get behind the wheel.

I was contemplating abandoning my seat to get another beer when a waitress appeared with a tray…and a single bottle of what I was drinking. I glanced around, but she just winked at me and waved her hand when I tried to pull some bills out of the pocket of my leather jacket. I nodded my acceptance and leaned back against my chair, taking a long swig of the cold brew.

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Sharon told me that they had a great time, and then she asked, “Bob, since it’s Saturday, is it O.K. if Linda stays for the week-end?” I looked at Linda , she had a grin on her face that reminded of the cat that ate the canary. I then looked at Linda and said, “Linda, if you have nothing better to do, and since you and Sharon have so much in common, you’re more than welcome to spend the week-end with us.” She thought it would be nice and said if it was O.K. with us, she would like very much to stay and to get better acquainted with Sharon, (yea, I bet she would,) and knew that they would end up having a great friendship.

Am I insane? What am I doing? I’m handing my wife to my secretary on a silver platter, and with all my blessings. One thing I know for sure, I’ll be damned if I ever let Linda’s boyfriend with his ‘super cock’ ever get into the scene, with my wife’s appetite for sex, she could easily be tempted to have him fuck her while she is on her hands and knees eating out Linda’s hot pussy. However, on the positive side, I could always stick my cock into Linda’s mouth and get a good blow-job.

As you can tell, I’m now starting to lose it, I’m know starting to think with my sex organ. But being the type of person that I am, I believe that sex, and the gratification of sex, is in my opinion, one of the most wonderful pleasures that we have been given in life and that so many people either repress it or just think that making money by working around the clock. Life is too short, all I want is for my beautiful wife to enjoy her sexuality to the fullest, I can’t think of anything that gives me more pleasure than to watch my wife, or any woman, have a mind blowing orgasm. As a voyeur, I have been in a position and watched enough women cum, and it always excites me. With that said, I promise not to digress any further..

I told Sharon that I was going to take a nap for a while and that I would join them after a couple of hours. Sharon quickly said, “Well, why don’t you let me quickly change the bed because it’s a little messed up.” I could tell that she was aware that if I jumped into the unmade bed that I certainly would feel the wetness on the sheets from their love making. “Don’t be silly sweetheart, I’ll be asleep before my head even hits the pillow.” With that said, I quickly went into the bedroom and closed the door. I noticed the look on Sharon’s face.

I took off all my clothes and quickly got my bare butt into the bed, WOW!! They had the bed wetter than I thought. I loved just rubbing my body with their sweet nectar. I loved the scent, damn it, I was getting all aroused again.

I hit my remote that turned on all the cameras so that I would be recording everything that they did and said , and then put my wireless miniature speaker next to my head.

They were talking and giggling like a couple of school girls, especially my wife. Then I heard Linda say to my wife, “Sharon, take off your panties so I can play with that bald cunny of yours.” Sharon had thrown on a light summer dress that buttoned down the front, it was quite loose, and then she added, “take off your bra as well.” Sharon must have looked at our bedroom door and said, “what if Bob wakes up and pops into the room?”

“Did you see how sleepy and tired Bob looked, he’ll be out for a good two or three hours, ” Linda said to Sharon, “and if it makes you feel any better, I’ll do the same.” Then again I heard Sharon giggle like a school girl that knew she was doing something naughty, but threw caution to the wind as she watched Linda take off her panties, Linda didn’t have a bra on.

There was some small talk and then Linda was asking Sharon if she enjoyed their love making as much as she did. “Oh God yes Linda, I love the feel of your tongue all over my pussy and even, I mean especially when you rolled up your tongue, just like a little cock, and pushed it into my butt-hole, that was something else, I don’t know if you were aware of it, but I had a cum from that.” Then Linda said, “Come here, my little slut friend, let me put a couple of fingers into that sweet love hole of yours and find out how hot you are.” I could tell that Sharon didn’t hesitate for a second because no sooner had Linda asked her, I heard a low moan coming from Sharon and then she said, after a couple of seconds of Sharon’s moaning, I heard Linda say, “damn Sharon, I thought Bob was exaggerating about how hot you were.” As Linda was saying this I heard Sharon still moaning and realized that Linda must still be finger fucking my wife.

Then, just when Sharon’s moans were getting louder, Linda said, “Sharon, could you please get us some coffee, I think I need something to keep me going. Fill our cups only half full because I know that Bob likes brandy, so I want us to fill our cups with brandy so we can keep going.” Poor Sharon thought that Linda was going to bring her to another climax and I could tell by the tone of Sharon’s voice that she was disappointed, and quite frustrated.

Some Küçükyalı escort bayan of what happened I got from the video tape because I had fallen asleep, and I might say, with my cock at full mast. They had their coffee and in a short time, I could see that the brandy was taking its toll on Sharon. As I mentioned, Sharon is not a drinker and it takes very little to get her feeling a little giddy, but I realized that Linda was trying to loosen her up a little. Linda was know toying with Sharon.

Sharon was sitting on a counter stool while Linda was sitting on a chair by the table. They were facing one another and Linda told Sharon to lift her dress up so she could look at her pretty, now bald, pussy. “Geez Sharon, your all wet and your lips are pouty, are you still horny?” Sharon put her legs together and I knew that she was a little embarrassed the fact that Linda could, and was, looking straight at her swollen cunt.

“Spread your legs, Sharon, don’t try to hide your pussy from me.” Linda was saying this in a manner that was firm, like I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Sharon was not the type to be pushed around, but she immediately complied with Linda’s order.

They had finished their coffee and brandy and Sharon made a motion as if she was getting ready to get up. Before she could move, Linda said, “Sharon, you look like you could use a good cum, what do you think?” Sharon’s eyes lit up and she said, “oh god yes,” as she started getting off her stool. “Sharon, stay on the stool just as you are.” Sharon looked at her with a look of uncertainty and then Linda said, “Sharon, I want you to look straight at me and I want you to start masturbating. I want you do it for me, but I want you to do it as if you were all alone and thinking of me, do you understand?”

Sharon kind of shuffled her butt on the stool nervously and then said, “Linda, I’ve never done that in front of anyone other than Bob, and even then, I don’t do it in front of him very often.” There was some hesitation and then Linda said, “well Sharon, I thought that after all we did together last night that we were close enough that you would this for me. Also it would really be a turn on for me.. Just pretend that I’m not even in your home, you’re horny and you’re thinking of me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Again, the coffee and brandy combo had Sharon loose enough to say to Linda, “I am very fond of you and if it is going to excite you, I’ll do it.” Sharon is basically quite modest. She slowly dropped her hand down to her crotch and gently started to rub all around her outer lips. Her eyes were slightly closed to begin with. Not to break Sharon’s mood, Linda said very softly, “Sharon, I want you to open your eyes and look at me as if I was what you are seeing in your fantasy.” Sharon opened her eyes and started to rub all around her opening more vigorously. She was looking straight at Linda, but as if Linda was not there, she was really getting into it and at this point it was if she was totally oblivious of Linda’s presence. I have watched Sharon masturbate when she was all alone and she was behaving as if she was.

I could see that this was really getting Linda aroused and her hands were eager to touch her own cunt, however, she just kept her hands away from her crotch as not to break the ‘trance’ that Sharon was in. Sharon excitedly kept increasing the speed of her fingers that were fast becoming a blur as her moans were becoming increasingly louder. She was pinching and pulling her nipple hard with her free hand and with her other hand she had two fingers in her burning love hole and her thumb rubbing her little hard nub of a clit. I have never seen her get so wild and for a while I thought the she was going to fall off the stool. Linda now had her hand on her own breasts, rubbing and squeezing them as she was pressing her thighs together.

Sharon let out a moan and a scream as she had the most explosive and intense orgasm that I have ever known her to have. Her eyes were wide open but she seemed to be in a daze. Linda quickly jumped up and grabbed her before Sharon could fall off the stool. When I viewed the video later on, it blew my mind and had me sweating.

They then went into the den, Linda leading the way, and sat next to one another on the couch. Sharon, still trembling from her orgasm, looked at Linda and said, “I don’t know what came over me, I’ve never had an orgasm as powerful as that. I saw you, I saw fireworks and a feeling that was so overwhelming, god, I thought I was in heaven, it was such a wonderful feeling and I would have trouble describing what it was like. Linda, it was the most wonderful feeling that I have ever had.. But I’m a little embarrassed.”

Linda took Sharon’s face and gently turned it towards her and gave her a long and loving kiss, it was like from the depths of their souls.

When they both regained their composure, Linda looked at Sharon and asked her, “I’m a little curious, when Escort Kartal did you start masturbating and how did you discover the pleasure that you got from it? I hope that I’m not getting too personal but I’m starting to get such a good feeling about our relationship that I want to know everything about you. Again, I’m not sure that Sharon would talk so frankly if it wasn’t for the potent drink that she had a short time ago, plus it was on an empty stomach.

Sharon slowly started talking, “Linda I know that we have bonded and what I tell you is just for you to hear, I’ve never told another person, including Bob, but I just like you so much that I feel I want to open up to you and I sense that you feel the same way towards me.”

“Sharon, the feeling is mutual. I can’t deny that I’ve had many other affairs, but you have been the first person that I have ever had any kind of a relationship and have been so excited to be with. It’s your beauty, your warmth, your sexuality and you’re sensuality. To tell you the truth, I don’t know how Bob can concentrate on his business knowing that your home alone.”

Sharon tells her story. “When I was in my early teens, I was quite shy. I didn’t have any boy friends and just a few girl friends. Most of the girls I knew ,went out with boys from time to time and they would tell me how the boys would fondle their breasts and sometimes would get a hand under their dress or skirts and start rubbing their hands against their cunny. They told me that they had to stop the boy even though that they would get excited when the boy did it for a short time and felt like they had to pee. Linda, are you sure you want to hear all of this?”

“Sharon, just the way you’re saying it gets me all excited, so please don’t stop, I want to hear it all.”

On the video I noticed that very casually, Linda had one leg folded under her and the heel of her foot was under her crotch and she was slightly rocking her cunt against it. I’m sure she would cum during the time Sharon was telling her story.

“I found out later that the guys were either afraid to ask me out because I guess I was too pretty and they thought that I would turn them down, and others thought that I was stuck up because I wouldn’t talk to any of them because of my being shy.”

“After the girls told me about the good feelings they got from either their boy friends or from them touching themselves. One evening, I guess I was around fifteen, after I had taken a bath, I was in bed and it was a warm summer night. We didn’t have air conditioning so I didn’t bother to put anything on. suddenly I got this strong urge to touch myself down between my legs. At first I didn’t get much of a sensation but after a few minutes it really started feeling wonderful. Then, no sooner than I started to get these great sensations, my Mother was in the door and yelling at me. telling me that what I was doing was a sin that all these bad things would happen to me. I started to cry and she left the room.”

“So what happened, Sharon. Please go on.” Sharon could see that Linda was getting excited by her telling these intimate things that took place in her younger years and this in turn was arousing her. “My mother was very strict and I was their only child. My Dad traveled a lot so most of the time my Mom and I were home alone. My Dad was quite a bit older than my Mother and she had me when she was only eighteen. But after Mom caught me, even though I would get strong urges, I didn’t touch myself down there again, until.”

Sharon stopped and asked Linda if she would like another cup of coffee. “That would be fine, but please make it the same way we had the last cup.” While Sharon went to the kitchen to pour them each another cup of coffee with the brandy, Linda was really grinding her cunt into the heel of her foot, apparently trying to have an orgasm before Sharon got back. But to no avail, Sharon was back in the room in no time and I could see the frustration on Linda’s face. Maybe Sharon knew exactly what she was doing to Linda, as they say, “TIT FOR TAT.” I think my sweet wife was going to make Linda sweat a little before she could have an orgasm.

“Until when,” Linda asked in a state of frustration. “It was a year or so and I did everything I could to control and suppress my desire to touch myself. Then one day they let us out of school at noon because there was a special meeting being held for all the teachers. My Dad had been away for about three weeks and I knew my Mother was sad and missed him because I often heard her moaning at night after we were in bed. My room was right next to theirs so I could hear her quite clearly and often I would hear her cry out my Dad’s name.”

It was getting to be close to lunch time and Sharon asked Linda if she wanted anything to eat. “Sharon honey, please go on with your story and when you’re finished there is only one thing that I want to eat….YOU.” Sharon continued “So I came home early that day because I wanted to Suadiye escort spend some time with Mom and to see if I could do something to cheer her up. I knew that she would always take a short nap around noon so I just left myself in quietly so that if she was sleeping I wouldn’t disturb her. I didn’t see her so I went upstairs and headed for my room that was just past hers. As I got close to her room, again I heard her softly moan out and cry out my Dad’s name.

I felt so badly for her as she was crying out, ‘OOOH JOHN’, over and over again. her door was open and I was about to enter. The room was such that her head-board was beyond and opposite the little hall that you went into to enter her room. What I saw before me put me in a state of shock. I could see all of her beautiful body, (at the time she was only 34), up as far as her breasts. She was in bed, or I should say, on top of the covers and completely naked. One of her hands was rubbing her breasts, one then the other, and the other hand was pushing in and out of her cunny, a long, fat sausage. Then she took her hand that was playing with her breast and started frantically rubbing her clit as she was pushing the sausage into her faster and faster. Then she erupted, yelling out my Dad’s name. I almost fainted but I knew that I had to leave as quickly and as quietly as I could.”

Just about then I came out of the bedroom and headed straight for the kitchen. They evidently heard me coming and quickly covered their exposed cunts and when I entered the room, they were both casually sipping their ‘spiked’ coffee. I’ve known Linda for a while and I could tell by the way she looked that she was aroused. When she would tell me about a sexual escapade, I could always tell when the story was getting her all excited and she would quickly head to the rest room to get herself off.

“Well ladies, have you had breakfast yet?” Sharon said softly that they hadn’t. I could tell that Sharon was as aroused as Linda. “Well hon, I would love a couple of eggs over easy and a few slices that delicious sausage that you always get.” I could see the blush on Sharon’s face. You have heard the saying, ” the pear doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Sharon cleared her throat and asked, “Linda, would you like the same?”

” I am kind of hungry, sure, I’d love some. Bye the way, is this the same kind that your Mom would have?” Sharon didn’t answer and I could see that her face had turned red from embarrassment.

During breakfast we made some small talk and then I told them that since they seemed to have so much to say to one another, that if they didn’t mind, I was going to run a few errands as well as meet a buddy of mine and maybe go to the driving range, but I should be home in time for dinner. Then I said to Sharon, “It’s a perfect day to go into the Jacuzzi and since I’m not going to be around, you can go in the buff and then jump into the pool.” I had designed the Jacuzzi so that is was an extension of the pool. I had it designed so there were six bucket seats, it was a large circle.

The reason I shaped the seats, (they weren’t deep like car seats,) however, when you sat down, the jets were perfectly positioned so that one would stimulate your butt-hole and there was one that went right to a girls clit and it would pulsate. Sharon didn’t know how to turn it off and on so I pre-set the timer so that the pulsating jets to the butt and clit wouldn’t come on until about ten minutes after they were in, and then they would stop after about ten minutes . I sure didn’t want it to go on when our parents came over. Well, maybe her Mom.:-)

I no sooner left when Linda said, “Sharon, what happened after you caught your Mother masturbating?”

“O.K. but I see that Bob has turned on the Jacuzzi pumps so let’s get naked and sit in it, and I’ll tell you as we relax.” In a matter of minutes they were both into the Jacuzzi. They were sitting next to each other and Linda said, “So what did you do when you found your Mother masturbating, tell me quick before I go crazy.” Then Sharon reached over and held Linda’s hand and continued, “as I said, I quickly, but quietly, ran out of the house and not knowing what to do, I ran to the park that was about a block away from our house. I could feel that my panties were wet and I knew I hadn’t peed so I thought that I was having my period, but I knew that it wasn’t due for another couple of weeks.

Another feeling I had was that my cunny was aching and I just had this strong urge to rub it. The park was empty so I went to the poles that supported the swings and I just started to hug it and instinctively, I rubbed my cunny against it. I did it for a minute or so, suddenly my entire body went stiff, I got light headed and fell to the ground. As I was lying like that for a couple of minutes, I heard a woman’s voice ask me if I was hurt. She had been taking her baby for a stroll and from a distance saw me fall to the ground. I told her I was O.K. as I slowly got up. The funny thing was that as she continued on with her stroll , she had a big smile on her face. I knew that I had my first cum and after that, whenever I heard my Mother moan, I would reach down and start masturbating, that was almost every night.”

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Riley’s Pov:

I gazed up at Thomas, eyes full of lust, as I placed my hand on his rough cheek.

“Kneel for me,” I ordered, feeling a thrill of delight go through me when the older man obeyed. I moved my hand to his head, threading my fingers through his gorgeous locks as I tilted his head up, “You look good like that, on your knees, ready to serve me.”

Thomas blushed and I watched as his chest began to rise and fall rapidly with his quickened breath. He looked beautiful. His tanned skin glowed in the soft light of the room and his neck bore a leather collar with an o-ring. As I looked down at him, I smiled, admiring how his nipples were slightly swollen, due to the nipple clamps he was wearing.

“Open your legs and show me your perfect cock,” I ordered, giving him a pat on the head in approval when he immediately obeyed.

I pressed my naked foot to his cock, putting a little pressure on his balls as I pushed his cock against his stomach. I watched, fascinated, as dribbles of precum began to leak out, dripping onto my toes.

“You’re making a mess,” I warned, giving him a stern look.

“I’m sorry Sir… would you like me to clean you?” He asked, begging for permission with coquettish, blue eyes.

“If you must,” I approved, acting disinterested, even though I only agreed because I knew it would make him happy.

The man whimpered while he lifted my foot to his lips, as I watched his cock throb in anticipation.

“Not like that!” I ordered, loving how he froze instantly, perfectly obedient. “Get on all fours and lower your face to my foot, ass high in air.”

Thomas moaned, shaking a little as he put himself into position, then he slowly lowered his face to my feet, ass high just like he was told. For a moment, there was no movement, and then Thomas spoke, his voice muffled from the way his lips were pressed to my skin.

“Do I have permission to clean your foot with my tongue, Daddy?” He asked, softly.

“Yes, thank you for being such a good boy,” I answered, pushing his head even lower with my other foot so that his cheek was pressed against the ground as he stuck his tongue out, dutifully cleaning his spunk from my toes.

As he cleaned, I grabbed hold of a flogger. The toy consisted of a black wooden handle with sharp, thin strips of leather attached to it. I knew that if I hit him hard enough, for long enough, that I could probably get him to bleed or at least leave permanent scars. I knew that and I loved it. I loved the power he allowed me to have over him. His submission was a gift and I loved him for it. So, even though I knew I could hurt him with this toy, I chose not to. Knowing I could was enough and I refused to push him with pain.

I brought my arm back and then carefully released, hitting the center of his back. Thomas moaned softly beneath me, letting me know that the force was pleasurable for him. I quickly hit him again, this time on his ass, and was rewarded by another moan, louder this time.

The third time I hit him, Thomas stopped his licking long enough to beg, “Please hit my cock Master!”

I hesitated for a moment, considering. I didn’t know if Thomas actually liked being hurt or not but what he was asking for, could hurt him… with this toy anyways. I didn’t have enough control of all the strands. What if one hit him in an especially painful way? Would I be able to accept if that ended up being too much for him?

“Not with this toy love,” I answered gently but when he seemed unhappy I continued with, “You can pick one of the others,” wanting to know what he thought he could tolerate.

“The riding crop, Sir,” he answered almost immediately.

“Good choice baby,” I replied, causing the man to blush happily. “Now, spread your legs wide and sit back for me so I have total access to your beautiful cock.”

Thomas obeyed, looking up at me with huge, puppy dog eyes as he bit his lip.

“Fuck… that look…” I sighed, “You’re perfect, you know that?” I asked, earning myself a bashful smile in return.

I knelt down so that I was level with him and then carefully brought the riding crop down on his cock.

“Thank you,” he breathed, knowing that’s what was expected of him.

I hit him again, this time on his balls, “Thank you Daddy,” he whispered, wincing slightly.

Finally, I hit his cock once more, watching as more precum escaped.

“Thank you,” Thomas repeated once more.

“I think that’s enough for now,” I told him, not ready to push him harder.

He nodded and then said, “Daddy, may I suck your cock?”

I froze. “W-what?” I asked, suddenly filled with dread.

“Please Daddy, I want to taste you,” he begged.

I didn’t want to.. but, with shaky hands, I slowly pushed my pants and underwear down.

“What’s that?” He asked, his voice suddenly going cold.

“What do you mean?” I timidly asked in return, feeling my sense of power over him waning.

He flicked my small, hard cock and I stepped back, wincing at the treatment, for I couldn’t handle pain in any capacity.

“I Küçükyalı escort don’t want that,” he chuckled. “It’s disgusting! I can’t believe I wasted all this time on you. Why would you ever think I’d kneel before that? Why would I serve that… thing? What a loser.”

“T-Thomas pl-” I protested, tears running down my cheeks.

“Get lost,” he interrupted.

“Thomas!” I cried out in agony, feeling completely and utterly repulsive.

**********

I quickly sat up in bed, shivering and covered in a cold sweat.

“What the fuck was that?” I whispered to myself, breathing rapidly as I slowly registered things that looked familiar. My laptop, my lamp, my bedspread… I was in my room. Thomas wasn’t here. I was in bed… I was safe… and alone.

It took me longer than it should have to realize that I’d only been dreaming but once I did, I was finally able to breath a sigh of relief.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of the short heart to heart I’d had with Thomas or not but for the past two weeks I’d been having increasingly twisted fantasies, that always ended with me being thoroughly humiliated by my crush. Some dreams were worse than others. Thankfully, this one had been on the more tame side.

I sighed in frustration over that fact that my pathetic cock was rock hard. No matter how badly my dreams ended, I always woke up like this, hard and wanting. Despite this, I never tried to masturbate. Instead, I usually took a cold shower to make it go away. I hadn’t even made an attempt to touch myself since my mistake with Fred and the dreams only made me feel even more unworthy of pleasure.

A knock sounded at the door. “Ugh… no…” I groaned, realizing just now that I’d slept in a little too much.

Thomas had taken me seriously when I’d asked him to train me. For the past two weeks I’d seen the gym twice as much due to work and then weight lifting. Saturday mornings were reserved for cardio and it was fucking hell. I hated running. It was a form of torture to me and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Thomas training me, I’d have quit by now. I was sore and worn out and I hated getting up so early.

My phone buzzed and I picked up instantly, knowing who it would be.

“You awake?” Thomas chirped cheerfully.

“I can hear you through the door,” I grumbled, smiling at the sound of his voice.

“I didn’t think I was talking that loud,” he protested, pretending to sound offended.

“The walls are just super thin- oh my god just give me a second,” I finally said, realizing that it was pointless to continue talking on the phone.

I hung up and then quickly rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of loose gym shorts over my boxers, hoping the baggy material would hide my, still hard, cock and grabbed an old t-shirt.

“Hey, enjoy your run,” my roommate suddenly said, causing me to jump in surprise. I hadn’t realized that he was awake and I quickly prayed that I hadn’t made any… sounds while I’d been dreaming and that he hadn’t noticed me dressing.

“O-oh… uh, thanks,” I muttered, still a tad taken off guard. Scott and I had slowly begun to talk more since the night we’d all watched his movie but I wouldn’t call us friends. At least not yet.

“Here,” he said, offering me a bottle of cold water from his mini fridge. “You forgot water last week.. I.. um.. heard you mention it. I wasn’t spying or anything I just… thought I’d be a good roomie and share since I… yeah, just, here,” he finished awkwardly, handing me the water.

“Thanks,” I replied again, unsure as to what else I should say.

“So… that guy you’re always hanging out with-“

As if you punctuate who he was speaking of, Thomas chose that moment to impatiently knock on the door, “Come on Riley, I know yesterday sucked but walk it off.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I grumbled, knowing there was no way he’d let me walk for long.

“Hey, mind if we talk later? I’m coming back here for lunch… it’s dry cereal for me since I’m broke for another two days but it’ll be easier to listen when Thomas isn’t breathing down my neck to “run faster”,” I said to Scott.

“Oh ok.. yeah I’ll be here,” he muttered looking slightly disappointed.

“Thanks again for the water!” I told him as I opened the door to leave.

He simply smiled and nodded in acknowledgment so I smiled back as I shut the door.

*******

“Stop! I’m going to die!” I gasped, panting for breath as I slowed my jog to a pathetically slow walk.

“Aww come on Riley, this is nothing,” Thomas jeered, elbowing me playfully in the side.

“Coming from a fucking soccer player!” I argued.

“I’m not even the fastest guy on my team,” he protested with a cheeky grin but he slowed down to a walk, allowing me to catch my breath. “Hey so I was wondering, I know you’re not big on parties and that you might not love the idea of going to greek row-“

“Thomas,” I warned, feeling like he was wasting his breath as I began to jog again.

“Just listen for a second,” he pleaded, Kartal escort bayan catching up with me, and with how he looked at me, with those big blue eyes, I couldn’t object.

“Fine,” I mumbled, ready to hear him out but I did not slow down.

“As you know,” he continued, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he kept pace with me easily. “Halloween is coming up and that means everyone on greek row will have a party, as well as other festivities. Well, I thought since it’ll basically be a huge costume party and anyone can come.. maybe you’d feel like you could swing by?”

“Thomas.. I don’t know,” I started again, not liking my track record bad of things that had happened at his house.

“I wouldn’t make you look for me. I could wait out front and then you’d be with me… and the group,” he explained with a hopeful look. “I just thought, well we only really study and workout when we hang. I just thought we could do something else.”

When I didn’t look convinced he continued, looking a little deflated, “You don’t have to. I just thought it could be fun.”

Fuck me.. I didn’t like seeing that disappointed look on his face.

“I guess it might be okay,” I answered hesitantly.

He instantly smiled at me, “It’ll be great!” He insisted and then looked at his watch. “Aww shit I’m running late, see you around Ry, you did great today!” He encouraged before jogging off to wherever he was meant to be.

I slowed my pace down to a walk, now that my drill sergeant had departed, smiling to myself like an idiot. I’d made Thomas happy and he told me I did well! I grinned even more, letting the joyful little feeling carry me home and before I knew it, I was back in my dorm room.

As I opened the door I was shocked to find two waters, two chicken salad sandwiches and potato chips on a plate, on my bed, waiting for me.

“Oh good you’re here!” Scott said, looking pleased. “Although, you are about ten minutes later than usual,” he muttered, almost as if he were talking to himself.

“Yeah I got caught up talking, I think I even made Thomas late for something,” I answered still feeling very confused. “What’s with the food?”

“O-oh.. you said that you were only having cereal for lunch and I thought you might be hungrier than that. It’s made with greek yogurt, if you care about calories,” he told me looking a little awkward.

“Oh you didn’t have to do all that,” I replied feeling a little embarrassed. I was on a tight budget as it was and now I had to get a costume, there was no way I could repay Scott any time soon. “Maybe you could save it for yourself, I can’t pay you back for this.”

He waved me off, “It’s not a big deal,” he assured me. “Besides, it won’t keep til dinner without the bread going soggy and I couldn’t possibly eat all that in one go,” he mentioned, pointing out his own plate full of the same meal.

“Alright if you insist,” I surrendered as my stomach growled loudly. “Thanks by the way. That’s really great of you. I’m starving!”

Scott smiled and watched happily as I dug in to my food.

“Ok, this is really good! Where did you get it?” I asked, pointing to the sandwich.

He blushed, “I… I made it. My own recipe,” he murmured shyly.

“Seriously? That’s awesome! I can’t cook at all,” I admitted sheepishly before taking a huge bite.

Scott giggled a little and grabbed a napkin, “You got something on your cheek,” he told me as he sat down on my bed and leaned forward to wipe off my face.

I blushed at the intimate contact, secretly wishing Thomas could be the one to clean me off.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He suddenly asked, catching me completely off guard. I hadn’t even realized he’d caught on to the fact that I liked guys.

“I don’t date,” I answered, trying to make it sound like a life choice instead of a life sentence.

“Oh… ok,” he replied awkwardly and then remained silent for a while before continuing with, “So, Halloween is next weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to do something together… as roommates, to like, bond or whatever. I.. I’ve always wanted to be friends with my roommate. That’s how my dad met his best friend,” he continued before flushing. “Ah… that sounded a little desperate, didn’t it? Sorry! I’m not good at talking.”

I didn’t know what to do. I felt bad for Scott, I knew how hard it was to make friends and I sort of felt indebted to him because of the food but I’d just made plans with Thomas.

“Actually… I’m going to a party at Alpha Sigma Phi but I could ask if you could come too?” I suggested.

He looked down for a moment, “I don’t think you can just invited people to other peoples parties,” he stated.

“Well… Thomas knows you and he’s the one that initially stole your dvd so I think he owes you,” I assured, not wanting him to feel left out as I quickly shot a text to Thomas to ask him if he minded. “Look, he’s fine with it,” I told Scott as I showed him the text saying: The more the merrier.

“What should we go as? Scott asked, Escort Suadiye finally accepting the invitation.

I looked around our room for inspiration and smiled when my eyes landed on a set of books before glancing at Scott’s hair. “Oh I think I have the perfect idea!” I took my glasses off to polish them before putting them back in place.

Scott looked over at his bookshelf and then mine and smiled when he caught what I was thinking.

*******

Thomas’s Pov:

I really didn’t like Scott. I’d actually gotten Riley to agree to another party and now he wanted to tag along. I mean, yes, it was technically my fault that he was coming, I could have said no. However, if I did that then I knew I’d have to end up talking about why in therapy. I knew it would be pointed out that my not inviting Scott could be a gateway to more controlling behavior. Besides, I had no real reason not to. Lots of regular students came to the Halloween parties. So I invited him and Riley thanked me with a little smiley face. Did that mean he was glad Scott was coming with him?

I groaned aloud, feeling frustrated as my hand balled up into a fist. Riley had no idea how easily he could make me jealous and we weren’t even together! I’d done okay when it came to Fred. I knew nothing permanent would ever come of it when they had flirted, even if seeing it did grate on my nerves. Not to mention, Fred hadn’t spoken to Riley again after my little talk with him, so that helped. It also helped that I knew Riley found me attractive, as I noticed how he’d sometimes get lost looking at me, among other things. However, Scott was new territory and even though I didn’t think he was attractive, he probably had better things going for him than looks.

I could see a relationship between them form so easily. They were both nerds so they probably liked a lot of the same things. That was a perfect foundation for connection. What did Riley and I have in common… I mean really? We only studied because I always asked him too. We didn’t even have the same classes together, maybe they did? We didn’t have time to do much more than study and workout, especially because he never wanted to come by the house.

Which brought me to another concern, Scott and Riley lived together. I would probably have way more luck if I had the benefit of sharing his room and I jealously wondered if this made them closer. I mean, he had asked if Scott could come too… The worst part was how easily Scott had been able to win Riley over. Riley hadn’t even wanted to talk to me at first, I had to chase him down and that hurt my ego, just a bit. Maybe Scott was less threatening to him? He wasn’t a jock after all and I knew how my being one was a negative when it came to Riley.

I gave a frustrated sigh and tried to push self deprecating thoughts from my mind. “You are good enough,” I muttered to myself, repeating the words my therapist told me to say when I was beginning to feel like something was wrong with me.

Unfortunately, the mantra wasn’t working and I still felt the anxious pull to do something rash. Something to make Riley see that he should be interested in me, not his roommate. I knew I was probably being stupid, considering how self conscious Riley was about his body, but I still felt rushed for time. It felt as if not acting would be the reason he wouldn’t pick me, if it came to a choice between Scott and I.

That mindset was how I found myself drinking at my own party, for the first time in over a year. I wanted something to make me brave, and maybe a little stupid, so that I wouldn’t have to immediately deal with the consequences of what I planned to do. I knew it was ironic, perhaps even hypocritical, considering how I’d responded to Riley being drunk. Not to mention, neither of us had exactly changed our minds, as far as my wanting a relationship when he didn’t. However, I was becoming obsessed with the fear of Scott stealing him away. That made it easy to tell myself that if I didn’t act soon I’d miss my chance and I couldn’t be rational. Especially not with the alcohol in my system. I wasn’t even sure if he realized how much my feelings for him had grown. Maybe he thought they’d become completely platonic? Or… or maybe he just didn’t like me that way and was perfectly satisfied with just being friends? Fuck this could all go so wrong…

*******

Riley’s Pov:

I nervously fidgeted with my black robes. I thought Scott and I looked great but I couldn’t be sure how people would react. I mean, I knew Harry Potter was pretty main stream but there was still a chance that we could be laughed out of the party.

“This is the best idea ever,” Scott excitedly said, as he helped me draw Harry’s signature lightning bolt scar onto my forehead.

I smiled at his excitement and let it chase away my nerves as we headed to the party.

The moment we arrived, things got weird and I took that as a bad omen. As we approached the door, Fred was exiting and as soon as he saw me, he pulled me aside, causing me to blush and my heart to thump loudly in my chest. Just being near him made me feel humiliated all over again and I didn’t like how he held onto my arm. “I fucked up,” he muttered as way of explanation for how he completely avoided me now, not that I minded. “I shouldn’t have ever talked to you.”

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The Master Swim Team, Volume II

Chapter Four: One Beer…

Bill circled the block again.

What am I doing? he wondered, as he pulled out of the parking lot of Maverick’s and drove up the road. It was almost half-past seven and the sun was setting out over the water, casting a warm glow on its shimmering surface. He had already passed the restaurant three times.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Geoff again–quite the contrary–but when John had broken things off with him the first time, he had thought he had put the whole cheating on Mary thing behind him.

But then came summer, and like a stranger riding into town at sunset, John walked back into his life. Just like that, all those emotions he had thought he’d let go forever came rushing back. Only this time, Dennis was involved, complicating the already complex feelings he had toward the man. Bill knew that walking down that path again was a mistake, but it was one he had no choice but to make. And now, just as it had the first time, it had ended. This time, it was his own doing, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Go home, a voice said inside his head. It was the voice of the man that still loved his wife. He knew he should listen to it. Breaking things off with John was a good place to stop all of this cheating nonsense before his infidelity caught up with him. But that feeling deep in his gut reminded him that the last time he had tried to be intimate with that woman he loved so much, she had shut him down.

He pulled back into the lot for the fourth time as the memory of that night played in his mind. They had just gotten into bed–Bill had been naked, as he always was when he slept, while Mary had decided to be modest, as she often was those days. They lay there as they always did, exchanging their final thoughts of the day. He liked those moments next to her; they helped him unwind before he drifted off. For some reason, on that night, he wasn’t tired, and the vision of his imperfect wife–Mary wasn’t as skinny as she had been when they’d met in high school, and her body hadn’t seen a proper summer sun in decades–before him stirred something in him. He reached forward, his finger sliding into her waistband, and began to run his finger through her pubic hair. She didn’t pull away immediately, as she had done the last few times, so he allowed himself to grow, anticipating he might finally get some relief. He slid his hips toward her and gave her panties a little tug. As he did so, Mary retreated. Without a word, she rolled over and faced the other way, shutting him off. Frustrated, Bill slid his cock into the gap in her thighs and thrust until he came. Mary hadn’t made a sound, and Bill wasn’t entirely convinced she hadn’t slept through the whole thing.

Somewhere along the line, the relationship had grown stale, which in many ways was more depressing to Bill than his failed affair with John. They’d been together since high school, after all, and even if there was a part of him that Mary could never fulfill, he still wanted things to work out between them.

As he reminisced, a knock came on his window. Bill jumped a bit, startled by the sound. He turned away from his unhappy memory and saw Geoff looking in the window at him. He took his hand off the wheel and pressed the button to lower the window.

“They don’t allow beer out here,” Geoff said casually, as if they were old friends.

Nerves swelled up in Bill, and he muttered, “Right.” It was too late to bail now. He pressed the other end of the button and rolled the window back up. He turned the car off, opened the door, and stepped out. “Sorry, I’m late,” he said, apologizing nervously as he walked alongside the other man. “It’s just, I don’t do this very often… well, never really. Just the once with John.”

“What?” Geoff asked, turning toward Bill. “Drink? Life’s a lot more fun with a drink.”

Geoff had the most piercing blue eyes, Bill noticed. They were worn but kind, as if he too had known his fair share of disappointments, and they looked at him through a pair of oversized glasses that were far too ordinary for the cool-guy façade Bill knew the man to present. He liked this everyman look better.

“No,” he replied, smiling, cooling off a bit. “Well, you know what I mean.”

“John told me all you wanted was a beer. Said you could use a break.”

“I thought…”

Geoff reached for the door. “You thought what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “That we were going to have sex? I’m a married man.”

Bill stopped in the open door. Even just hearing the word sex out loud in public was awkward enough for him, but to hear it said directly too him was too much to bear. His face flushed red, and he began to second guess himself again. “I’m sorry. I… maybe I shouldn’t have come.” He took a step back. “I’ll just go.”

“Relax,” Geoff said, stepping toward him and grabbing his shoulder. “It’s just a beer. If you’ve had enough of me after that, you’re free to go home to your sexless marriage.”

Bill’s jaw Escort Yakacık dropped and he started to protest. “I–” He stopped. The grin on Geoff’s face spread from ear to ear, and suddenly he was falling into those eyes again. “You’re joking. Of course, you are.”

Geoff nodded. “You’ll get used to it soon enough.” He wrapped his arm fully around Bill’s shoulder and ushered him inside.

* * * * *

“I don’t think I knew you were married,” Bill said. He was sitting across from Geoff in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Televisions and sports memorabilia lined the walls, covering every inch so thoroughly that the hodgepodge of clutter almost seemed tidy. Leggy blondes in thin strips of tight fabric that barely constituted clothes carried platters of beer and wings to men who could be their fathers; the men gawked as they came and went. It was a sight that made Bill uncomfortable, even if he thought them pleasant. “That is,” he continued, “before John mentioned you were having some difficulty.”

Geoff took a sip of his beer, not at all bothered by the atmosphere. “He told you about that?” he asked, his eyes wandering as one of the waitresses walked by.

“Not really,” Bill gushed. He feared he had said something he shouldn’t have. “Only enough to get me to agree to come out with you.”

“Needed a little convincing, did you?” Geoff said slyly. “Our time together on my boat wasn’t enough to do the trick?”

“Oh, it was great,” Bill assured him, the memory of his back on the table, the blue sky above, Geoff gazing down upon him as he took him for the first time. “I just… I have this thing about cheating on my wife. It seems–“

“Wrong? I know what you mean. You’ll get used to that, too.”

Bill swallowed and stopped picking at the label on his beer bottle to look once more in Geoff’s eyes. “What if I don’t want to? Get used to it, that is. What if I just wished everything was the way it had been in the beginning?”

“When you were trapped in a sexless marriage sneaking peeks at dicks in restrooms?” Geoff offered.

“He told you about that?” Bill gasped.

Geoff shrugged.

Bill let out a sigh. “I need to stop telling John things.”

“You really should,” Geoff agreed.

“What I meant was, I want things to be the way they were when we first fell in love.”

“Don’t we all? Nobody would ever cheat if things stayed that way forever.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Bill responded, taking another sip of his beer. He pondered the thought a moment in silence. “What’s the point then? If we’re all destined to grow apart while simultaneously being stuck together, how do we possibly ever find some semblance of happiness?”

“By cheating on your wife,” Geoff said directly.

“That’s easy for you to say. Your wife does her fair share of it from what I hear.”

“She does,” he admitted. “But it wasn’t always like that. It took years before we were both comfortable doing our own thing, but we got there because we talked about it.”

Bill knew Mary would never go for anything like that. “Mary’s not that kind of girl,” he said. “Maybe when we were younger, but never today. Nothing I do seems to excite her anymore.” He looked down at himself. “I can’t say I blame her.”

A smirk crossed Geoff’s face. “Nonsense.”

“It’s true,” he insisted. “I haven’t stirred anything in her in years. The only thing that seems to get her worked up anymore is when John comes over.”

Geoff’s ears perked up. “Your wife is into John?”

“It seems the whole family is. Except for Maddie, my daughter. She’s studying abroad at the moment. She’s always been the good one, focusing on school, not one to get too interested in men.”

Given what he knew about the family, Geoff highly doubted that. “Your family is a little f’ed up,” he said.

Bill sighed knowingly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. I think back to when the kids were younger, and I wonder how we ever got to this point.”

“You don’t approve of Dennis and John, do you?”

Before Bill could answer, the waitress arrived. Perfect timing, he thought. He wasn’t sure how to answer such a question.

“Are we ready?” she asked with a distinct southern drawl that Bill could tell excited Geoff. She was just as scantily clad as any of the other waitresses, and Bill couldn’t help but see Maddie in them. He knew it was terrible of him to think it, but he was so glad she had gone down a different path and hadn’t ended up using her body to make ends meet.

“Sure thing, Sweetheart,” Geoff replied. He glanced down at the menu. “Let’s do two orders of wings and another round of beers,” he said. He looked up at Bill, who turned his head to the waitress and gave his approval of the order.

“I’ll have it right up,” she said, before traipsing away to the kitchen.

Once she was gone, Bill started back in. “It’s not that I don’t approve of them, I just… I find the whole thing a little weird, don’t you?”

“It depends on how you look at it,” Geoff responded. Atalar escort “Do I think it’s a little strange that you and your son both happened to find your way to John on your own? Yes. Do I find it odd that you two seem to have some sort of competition going for who can outdo the other in your sexual exploits? Absolutely. But if you’re asking if I see any issue with Dennis and John falling in love with one another, I do not. We don’t choose who we fall in love with, Bill; we only choose which of those loves are worth fighting for.”

As much as he thought he had come to terms with the whole situation, it wasn’t until he heard those words that it all came together. “I suppose you’re right. I can see why John thought we should meet up.”

“That’s one of the reasons. I’ve had relations with a lot of people–some good, some bad–and Maggie has been there for all of it. It would have been easy for us to call it quits, just as it would have been easy for John to hide his feelings from you. It took a lot of guts for him to come clean about that, especially given how you reacted when you first found out about them.”

“Not my finest moment,” Bill admitted. “But I see your point. That’s why I broke it off with him.”

“You did what?” Geoff asked, looking curiously at Bill.

Bill nodded. “Finally, something he didn’t tell you. I’m surprised. It just wasn’t fair to Dennis. I mean, you can at least admit it’s weird we were both fucking the same guy, right?”

“One-hundred percent.” He hesitated, then, “But, the way our little group interacts with one another, I’m kind of surprised you and Dennis never–“

“He’s my son!” Bill interjected, a disgusted look on his face.

“So you wouldn’t–?”

“Absolutely not!”

Geoff held his hands up defensively, “Okay, okay. Some people are into that sort of thing.”

“I could never,” Bill said definitively. “It’s weird enough seeing him do the things he’s done with some of you guys. Besides, I don’t think I’m much into the young, skinny ones.”

“To each his own,” Geoff conceded. “You’re missing out, but as long as you’re into the old, tubby ones, we’ll get along just fine.”

Bill couldn’t help but laugh. “If that’s all it takes, I think we’ll manage.”

The two men smiled at each other and, for the first time that night, Bill’s nerves faded away. He could’ve looked into those blue eyes and that smile all night, but it wasn’t long before the waitress pushed her way into his view and set two steaming plates of chicken wings on the table. She plunked the beers down next and then scurried away once more.

Geoff was still smiling at him, rather than watching her go. But when their eyes connected once more, he turned them down toward the wings and picked them up. “These are the best wings in town,” he said, “so don’t waste them.”

Bill grabbed one for himself and dug right in.

Both men talked relatively little as they ate. Geoff had been right about the wings; they really were the best Bill had had in town. Then again, he wasn’t quite the chicken wing guy that Geoff seemed to be. Nevertheless, they hit the spot.

“Good, right?” Geoff asked, as he came to the end of his plate.

Bill glanced up and saw the other man lick the remaining sauce from his fingertips before cracking open his moist towelette and cleaning up. “They were,” he said. “I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve driven by this place and never stopped.”

“I come here all the time when Maggie is out of town. She doesn’t care for spicy foods or the waitresses, so I never bring it up when she’s around.”

Looking around the room, Bill supposed Mary wouldn’t be too keen on the girls either.

“So anyway,” Geoff continued, his eyes growing wide. “Have you had enough of me or are you up for more?”

“What did you have in mind?” Bill asked, knowing full-well what kinds of imaginative things a twisted mind like Geoff’s could think up.

Geoff gave a little shrug. “If you want, we can head back to my place for a few more drinks by the pool.”

Without thinking, Bill said a little naïvely, “I haven’t brought my suit.”

And Geoff had to laugh. He kept forgetting how unlike the rest of the group Bill was. Anybody else would have assumed there would be no suits at the pool–or at least nothing close to what Bill was imagining–but Bill was different. He was so firmly placed in that other world, his mind couldn’t fathom going swimming without a pair of overly-long swimming trunks. Geoff liked that about Bill. It would be fun to break him of that. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

* * * * *

Mary never crossed Bill’s mind once as he followed the little red Corvette through the back roads of town. She probably should have, but Bill was dreaming, still lost somewhere in the blue-eyed man he’d met at the restaurant.

The two men didn’t even know each other; not really, anyway. He had never been to Geoff’s house before. Other than that afternoon on the boat, they really hadn’t even Kadıköy escort bayan spent any time together. And before their dinner at the restaurant, they hadn’t even ever really talked. It had just been sex, which was only good for so much. Bill needed more than that if he were going to go down this path again. Thankfully, after their conversation at dinner, his mind was totally at ease.

After twenty minutes or so, they pulled into a driveway at the edge of the trees. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the stone house were striking, mood-lighting glowing from behind the curtains. It was sleek, modern, sexy. It was of another world entirely than the down-to-earth guy he had met at the bar. This was the life of cool Geoff, the guy with the shades, the sports car, and the yacht.

Doubt crept back in his mind. There was no way a boring, old accountant could ever keep up with a guy like that. But as he stood in the driveway, gawking at the house before him, Geoff called to him, snapping him back to reality.

“You coming?” the other man asked him.

Bill nodded and followed him inside.

The entryway was a narrow hall lined with photos of all the trips Geoff, his wife, and their friends had taken together. In every one of them, the people looked happy. Bill couldn’t remember the last time he and Mary had travelled together.

Geoff led him into an open kitchen that was nicer than any kitchen he had ever stood in before. The whole back of the house was nothing but glass, and he could see out into the backyard, where low lanterns lit up the pool and the trees.

“This is your house?” Bill gasped.

“The one and only,” Geoff replied. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Something strong,” he said, looking around. “Very strong.”

Geoff shot him a smile. “I can do strong. I seem to recall you’re a bourbon guy, right?”

“That’s right. Good memory.”

“Let’s just say you made a good first impression.”

It seemed Bill wasn’t the only one who looked back on their first encounter fondly.

“While I get these ready,” Geoff continued, “why don’t you head out back and get comfortable.”

Bill glanced around, hoping to find the bathroom. He didn’t even have a suit yet. “Do you have somewhere I could change? And what about a suit?”

“You can change on the pool deck. Start by taking your clothes off and forget the suit.”

Bill nodded in agreement before realizing what he was doing. His mouth opened as if to protest, but the other man was looking back at him with sincere amusement. “You’re not joking this time, are you?”

All he received in response was a shrug, as if Geoff was telling him to figure out whether it was a joke or not.

He closed his mouth and turned for the French door. Turning back, he glanced at Geoff, who was still standing there smiling. This was no joke. Bill would just have to go with it, though he wished he had that bourbon first.

The night was quiet; only crickets sang out from the trees around him. The lanterns glowed before him, and the water in the pool sat still. Bill stood on the edge of the pool, contemplating what he was about to do. Inside, he yearned to be with Geoff again. He had replayed their encounter in his head many times over the weeks since, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes tightly, desperately trying to come to a decision.

He thought of Mary and knew he should turn back. What would she think of what he was about to do? What would she think about the things he’d done in the past? How he’d gone behind her back and cheated on her–not with another woman, either, with another man!

But then he thought of Dennis, too, and John’s words echoed through his head, “I think you’re regretting your own path in life. Don’t punish him for doing something you couldn’t.”

His hands reached for his belt, and he was sure. For once in his miserable life, he was going to do something he wanted. Undoing the button, he untucked his shirt and let his shorts fall to the ground. Then, he yanked his polo over his head and tossed it aside. He bent over, removed his sandals and stood back up. Standing there in nothing but his white briefs, he breathed in the clean night air. It was as cool as any fall night in Seaside–which is to say, not very–and the air on his skin felt good, exhilarating. It was now or never. With one deep breath, he dropped his briefs and dove in.

“Well, well, well,” Geoff said as Bill resurfaced. “You’ve certainly made yourself comfortable.” He leaned down slightly and handed Bill a glass of bourbon. “Mind if I join you?”

The question was rhetorical, and Geoff didn’t wait for any response before he set his glasses and bourbon down and removed his own clothes. He dove in after Bill and came up right in front of the man.

“I lost my glasses,” Bill said. “They fell off when I jumped in.”

“Can you still see?”

“Not really. I’m blind without them.”

Geoff gave him a devilish grin he couldn’t quite make out. “So, you can’t see when I do this?” he asked, reaching his hand forward until it wrapped itself around Bill’s weighty sack.

A tingle ran through Bill’s body and a warmth washed over him. It felt good to be touched again. “I can still feel,” he said.

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