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At first it was a joke, something she brought up in soft, warm words they shared after making love that became a recurring joke between them. She would whisper in his ear as he entered her or the moment after their kiss broke. “I mean it Andres,” she’d say is a sultry, practiced voice. “You wait. One day it will be your turn.” He would turn and see the look in her eyes. “I’m serious.”

He’d laugh it off, never believing the day would truly come but those nights, when she clenched the full tightness of his ass, pulling him deeper inside her, she couldn’t ignore the fantasy. She knew he’d never give in easily. This took some patience and some careful planning. He loved her. He’d come around.

It was easiest when they were intimate. Then she knew he would do anything she asked. If she wanted him to eat dirt all she had to do was hand him a shovel. Especially as she handled his cock. When she touched him he was helpless.

And so it was that night. Lying prone between his legs, she focused all her attention on his member. She loved how he was; long, thick and so responsive. Sometimes she would swear it had a mind of it’s own, inflating at the sound of her voice, pulsing and beckoning for her touch. It seemed to know her personally and Greta adored it. It was perfect for pleasing her, just the right size and always hard whenever she liked. Always so warm and satisfying, it brought her to climax dozens upon dozens of times.

She pondered this as she lovingly licked and stroked his cock. As always, he was very vocal, moaning, gasping and whining with each calculated touch. With a gentle push, she lifted his legs and brought his knees to his chest. Without a thought he did as she hoped, putting himself in her favorite position. Below her laid his asshole, an area he was usually so protective of. Caught in the teasing ministrations of her tongue, he didn’t notice as it opened to her.

His ass was another of her favorites. It was the first thing she usually noticed in a man and what made her go up and speak to him after class that day. She was drawn to his ass, perfectly round and tight, as she liked, and still enjoyed looking at it, grabbing it and touching it whenever she had a chance. She enjoyed his body thoroughly but his ass was an area he seemed very reticent about.

She took him whole in her mouth, his considerable length traveling down her tongue, filling her throat and pressing further. Mouthing him had taken some practice but she worked at it as she was desperate to make him happy. He was large and after all the effort she had she had gotten more accustomed to him. Her mouth fit easily over her shaft, soothing and pleasuring it in the warmth of her lips. The act always made her mouth water, coating him in a thick mixture of precome and saliva. It dripped down her chin and along his shaft to collect between the firm cheeks of his ass.

With her pinky finger she massaged the wetness into his tight hole. He usually stopped at this point but she caught him as he tried to sit up. Her fingers never leaving his body she reassured him and slowly eased him onto his back. The head of his cock pressed brusquely between her lips, begging for reentry.

Slowly, so slowly, with the slightest pressure, she pressed against his back passage. He was tight and she knew he’d resisted anything like this before but she was lovingly persistent and, after a great deal of gentle caresses, the very tip of her smallest finger penetrated him. He seemed not to notice, her mouth still happily circling his cock head. She pressed deeper into him and felt him tighten as she was a knuckle deep in his ass.

Her other hand gently rotated around the base of his shaft, squeezing him slightly, the way she knew he liked it. Slowly her pinky finger pressed further and she felt the tightness of his ass loosen, almost inviting her to explore further.

Drool, mixed with his arousal, dripped from her mouth and slickened his shaft. It reached her finger and eased her entry as she explored his ass. With an up and down motion, her other hand pumped the base of his cock as his climax approaced. Andres was writhing. He moaned and gasped, his torso gulping lungfuls of air as his body prepared itself to ejaculate. His reaction just before peak always got her wet.

She felt his prostate, a tiny walnut shaped bump inside his back passage. It had clenched, eager to expel the seed that currently churned and frothed in his body. He was on the brink but, rather than push him towards ecstasy and open the gates for his orgasm, her finger scooted past his tiny gland, exploring further.

At that moment she felt his entire body stiffen. The interlocking muscles in his abdomen became rigid and he gripped the sheets with white knuckles. His cock in her mouth, the back of her tongue teased the heated the throbbing head. His body stopped, every muscle held at its utmost tension as he let out a slow, deep wail. The ring of his anus clamped around her tiny digit, holding it firmly. Bullets of semen struck the back of her mouth and flowed down her throat leaving a trail of heat as illegal bahis it slowly passed down to her belly.

It was a heavy load, greater than she was used to and she was certain he never experienced an orgasm like this before. His body, now on its third cycle of gesticulations, was flushed a deep pink from forehead to pubic bone. She slurping him quickly, vainly trying to capture the unexpected amounts of his come. It pushed out her mouth, dribbled down her lips and traveled slowly down her neck.

It took some time for them to recover. His body slowly descended, coming down from the intense pleasure that had just passed. His breathing slowed until he was still, almost asleep. She swallowed quickly and enjoyed the thick pools of warmth as they filled her belly. He was sensitive now and she took her mouth from his organ, admiring its slightly weakened state. Resting peacefully on his opened thigh, she gently covered it with kisses of admiration. Her finger, now free from the restricting grip of his asshole, slid from his body easily. As it came out he made a sad sound of loss, as if taking a favorite toy from a child. She doubted he even realized it.

Tonight they shared something special. Neither of them said a word but both were aware a special point in their relationship had been breached. It would be much easier for her now she knew, and he would be so much more appreciative when she did.

She wasn’t sure what time it was, or how long they had been there, all she considered then was how at peace she felt as she dozed against his sleeping body.

As she had hoped, their relationship continued perfectly. In the evenings they made love, each time more passionate than the last. Together they shared uncounted orgasms and pleased each other in ways they never thought possible. Never one to be shy about how she felt, Greta couldn’t restrain herself from letting her feelings known to him each time they met with a kiss, a touch or sincere words that caused him to float through the day on clouds made of untouchable air.

He was ecstatic and believed he found the one woman he’d always hoped for. The most skilled lover he’d ever encountered, she was also the most intelligent, warmest and most loving woman he had ever met. He opened to her in ways he never had, bringing her into all aspects of his life. They shared days, weeks and months together in happiness that astounded both of them. Never had they felt more fortunate.

When she called him at work to schedule a date he thought nothing of it. Taking her instructions, he arrived home early to prepare for their evening together. After showering, shaving and applying her favorite cologne, he chose the shirt and tie combination she selected, along with his best shoes, pants and was applying the finishing touches on his hair when he heard her at the door.

His shirt was untucked from his pants as he allowed her in, apologizing and running back to the bathroom to finish preparing himself.

“Though I’d come early,” she called from the vestibule. “Didn’t know you’d still be getting ready. Should I come back?”

“No no,” he called as he ran a comb through his freshly spritzed hair. “It won’t be too long.”

“Isn’t that just like a man- always keeping a woman waiting.”

He acted like he didn’t hear her and worked quickly to finish. She grew aggravated and watched him, tapping her foot against the hardwood floor. “Hurry up, sweetie, we’ve got reservations for eight.”

He turned to see her slightly harried expression and took her offered hand. “Come now, let’s go.” She pulled him behind her, out the front door and opened the passenger door for him.

He was confused by her actions, not even receiving a hug or a welcome home kiss. Inquiring as much, she stuck her head down as he sat and offered her lips. With a tentative peck, he placed a perfunctory kiss on her.

“Now then,” she said, buckling herself in and checking to make sure he was secure. “Let’s get some food.” She revved the engine, shifted the stick and pulled out of the driveway with a charge.

There was a definite change in her, something Andres had never seen. It quieted him and he found himself sitting with his hands in his lap and gazing aimlessly out the window. As she drove, she flipped through the stations of the radio, passing through hard rock, alternative and finally settling on the classic rock station. Aerosmith was playing. He recognized it as a single they released in the late eighties.

“Like this one?” She asked. “It’s one of my favorites.” She hummed along as he listened to the song.

Eventually they pulled into the parking lot of an expensive Italian restaurant. He beamed as she opened the car door, helping him out. Holding the door for him, she allowed him entry and spoke to the hostess.

“Welcome, Ma’am,” said the young girl, a pretty blond with crisp blue eyes and hair pulled back in a ponytail. “We have your table all ready.” She led the couple, with Andres following in the rear, to a secluded corner of the restaurant. The lights were dimmed and the two candles illegal bahis siteleri on the crisp while silk added to the ambiance. A fresh rose in a thin glass vase completed the setting.

“Oh, how romantic,” gushed Greta. “Isn’t it beautiful sweetie?”

“Lovely,” he answered, still unsure of the evening.

In no time at all their server appeared and as he finished describing the specials Greta asked about the cuts of meat. Andres couldn’t get a word in. She ordered a salad for him, followed by salmon with fresh vegetables and wine. He tried to protest, growing upset that she hadn’t even asked what he wanted but a stern look silenced him.

As they waited for the food they talked. She led the conversation, asking him questions and listening as he responded. When the food came, neither spoke but instead ate happily, the long day adding to their hunger. When she finished Greta called the waiter over and asked for the bill. Andres had eaten his fill so she politely asked for a doggie bag to take home and, signing the bill, left a generous tip and stood up. He followed her lead and, as before, she took his hand and led him from the restaurant.

“Did you enjoy the meal, honey?” she asked sweetly.

He nodded and thanked her but asked why she had paid. “It’s my responsibility. You paid last time we went out.”

She chuckled to herself, “And maybe I’ll pay the next time and the next time and the time after that…” Seeing his look of confusion, she placed a hand on his thigh and added; “Don’t you worry about it, sweetie. It’s your night. I want you to feel special.”

He thanked her and she responded with a possessive squeeze of his inner thigh.

They pulled into a nightclub he’d never visited before.

“The Oak Room,” she said, escorting him out of his side of the car. “The finest couples dancing on the East Coast. I’ve always wanted to go here.”

“Greta, I don’t know. I’m not much of a slow dancer.”

She shushed him with a quick plant on his lips. “Just be quiet, darling. Leave everything to me.”

Andres was shocked to learn what a great dancer his girlfriend was. She must have taken lessons without him knowing because as soon as she walked on to the dancefloor, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into her, she seemed in her element. He felt awkward and certain everyone in the room was watching him and sneering at the unprepared newcomer.

The room was darkened and illuminated by a large chandelier that hung above their heads. Faceless couples swerved around them appearing like spirits to Greta and Andres. He took notice that they were the youngest couple in the room. Noticing his trepidation, Greta pulled him close and rested his head on her shoulder.

He sighed warmly, allowing himself to be taken into her arms. Her hand rested on the back of his neck where she stroked him tenderly. His body swayed, mimicking her motions. As they danced he felt at peace and extraordinarily calm. The scent of her perfume, a heady, feminine scent, lulled him into a state where he thought of nothing but being immersed in her. Her soft, fragrant skin, her full, sweet lips, All seemed so intoxicating to him. She was placing tiny kisses along the side of his neck, allowing him to slip deeper into her. Her hands rested on the seat of his pants, kneading the strong flesh of his ass. He sighed contentedly.

It didn’t seem so strange at first, he thought he imagined it but, as she pressed his pelvis against her he could feel it pressing back. It was real- a firm stiffness pressing threateningly into his groin. He raised his head to look at her but she held him close.

“Greta…?”

“Shhhh,” she whispered, laying soft kisses around the rim of his mouth. “Just dance with me.”

He was scared now, she could tell. “I don’t think I can. I won’t.”

Her opened mouth was at his ear, breathing hot air against it. “Dance with me. There’s nothing to be scared of. This is my night. Don’t ruin it.”

Reluctantly, he gave in and pressed against her, becoming docile. She undulated her crotch against his, her member a threat of later that night. For the moment he put it out of his mind, enjoying the feel of his girlfriend, this woman he loved pressed against him. Her breasts felt full against him and, despite what he knew she had planned, he felt himself stiffen at the thought of laying with her.

As the night closed both bodies, wearied from a long night, made their way to the parking lot. She gripped his wrist, keeping him close amongst the heavy crowd. His legs felt like cement, he knew he was shaking and did his best to hide it. When she opened the door, he meekly entered without a word.

For much of the drive there was silence. She broke the tension by asking him one simple question.

“What are your feelings?”

He didn’t know how to respond, not sure if he knew them himself. “I don’t know Greta, I really don’t,” he sighed fretfully. “You know I love you and would do anything to make you happy but this…this…I don’t know.”

“And why not?”

“I’m not gay, Greta.”

She canlı bahis siteleri laughed quickly at this, unable to hold the outburst but quickly catching it before it upset him. “Andres, of course you’re not gay. Do you think a gay man would have sex with a woman every night, sometimes two or three times, for months.”

“Exactly. I mean, what is your obsession with my ass? Why so eager for this?”

“I wouldn’t know if I’d call it an obsession,” she said, trying her best not to sound amused by his choice of words. “I just think you have a beautiful ass, like every part of you; your cock, your chest, your eyes, chin, fingers, earlobes- all beautiful. I want to touch it. I want to taste it. I want it to feel good.”

“I mean, what do you get out of it really?”

“Jason,” she said, reaching over to run her hand through his light brown hair, “I enjoy making you feel good. That’s always been my goal when we’ve made love.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Make love? Is that what you call it?”

“Jason,” she said, growing firm. “I’m tired of this. If you don’t trust me enough to make you feel good than I’m really disappointed. I love you and I want you to enjoy yourself in every way. I know men are shy about such things but a man’s butt can be a great source of sexual pleasure. It takes a good woman to show a man just how wonderful she can make him feel.” She switched gears and looked into his eyes. “I want to be that woman. I want to be the one that makes you feel like you never knew you could. I want to be the one that takes your virginity.”

He swallowed hard, considering those words. His virginity? He felt like he was getting in way over his head.

As they pulled into his driveway, she walked beside him and stood on the porch as he unlocked the door. Before he entered, she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. He gave in to her and allowed her to slip her tongue between his open lips and stroke his gently. Her hands reached behind him and caressed his backside. Though she was frenzied and her body pushed her to take him, she paced herself, enjoying the man in her arms.

As they broke, she looked at him sweetly. “May I come in?”

“Honey, please…not tonight.”

She pulled him close again and he showed token resistance. He was hard- she felt it against her and beneath her clothes, behind the member she tucked comfortably along her thigh, she was warm and wet. With a few soft kisses, he was hugging her. The tips of his fingers skated down her lower back, feeling the muscles along her spine, down to the giving swell of her ass cheeks. She knew it was his favorite part of her. Bending down to feel her lips against his ear, she whispered to him. “Let me make love to you. Give yourself to me,” he sighed happily, warming to the idea. “You sweet, beautiful man.”

He couldn’t hold her eyes and, with her hand placed firmly on his backside, he turned and led her into his home. She took his hand and led him behind her to the bedroom. It was neat with fresh sheets that smelled of him. Sitting him down, he hugged her waist as she lightly ran her fingers through his hair. He adored her, that was very clear, and though he was very nervous and more than a little afraid, he would acquiesce to her for tonight. It made her love him that much more.

Reaching down, she pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned back to give her access, his eyes never leaving hers. A warm sound of approval came from her lips as she took it off and slid her hands down his chest, tweaking his nipples with her thumbs. The tight muscles of his belly flexed in anticipation. She was awed.

“Beautiful…” She whispered.

Making for him to stand, she dropped to one knee and looked up at him. With a gentle urge, she placed his wrists at his sides and unbuckled his belt. He was trembling visibly now, both from excitement and anxiety of what was about to happen. She calmed him with the softest of kisses above the waistband of his briefs, causing him to exhale slowly. “That’s it, baby. Just relax. I’m here for you.”

As she pulled the briefs off his body, he stood still. She was glad to see his cock erect, a sure sign of his acceptance of his position. She held it in her hand and enjoyed the feel of his girth. Her moist lips pressed against the head and she tasted the thick, male flavor of his leaking arousal. She cradled his shaft, stroking him up and down while her lips slid against the soft skin.

Looking up at him, she could see he was getting better. He seemed to be relaxing and enjoying himself more. Which she thought very important. He reached to stroke her hair as she opened her mouth and bobbed it on his cockhead. This brought a deep groan of relief and his body responded. His hips pressed forward yet she held him. His balls, warm and full in his sack, rested in her palm.

“Easy now, baby,” She held his cock head between her closed lips and swirled her tongue around the rim. He squirmed out of need but she held him fast. Her hand left his balls, moving slowly underneath and between his legs. As she continued teasing, her finger found his hole and slowly pressed into him. This time he welcomed the intrusion and gasped in pleasure as she entered him. Her right hand squeezed his shaft in time with his penetration, allowing him to enjoy it further.

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“That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?”

Fair warning, this one is a slow build to intensity. Settle in.

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Part 1

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“Whose idea was this?” I think as I stare down at the sad tray of crappy California roll I can barely afford at the uni cafeteria. “School in an expensive city. We as kids should have been warned, not encouraged.” It’s a bit alarming, as well, that this is one of the cheapest foods on offer here. Poor decisions all around. Being on a working student’s budget means only every few long haul days can I spring for this awful attempt at Japanese food so I don’t get a migraine from never ending classes. ‘We’ve Been Had’ starts playing in my head. Hurriedly inhaling the little pucks of a hard rice and avocado in the few minutes before Advanced Life Drawing, I sit and wonder how much these models get paid. Maybe this can be a third job to be able to afford the supplies for this class.

“Fuck. Art supplies,” I remember. I need to go pick up canvases and paper for my midterms. Shouldn’t have bought lunch. I would start banging my head against my drawing board but I’m certain the dude next to me already thinks I’m strange, so there’s no need to push it.

Leaving campus I pull an emergency joint out of my glove box. A gift from a roommate who thinks I’m too anxious and need to chill out more. Thanks for the hot take, Trust Fund Megan. Might as well make it an adventure through the paints section instead of the dreary, lust-filled affair it usually is. You’ll never know how hilarious the color magenta is unless you’ve been supremely stoned in front of the oil paints at Carter’s Art Supply. It’s a local shop in the industrial section of town and more expensive than the big box stores, but my soul curdles every time I walk into Michael’s and can feel the ‘You’re an artist? So is my seven year old granddaughter! Let me tell you all about her genius -” vibe wafting off every lady in the craft section. Also, this local spot has all the really weird supplies that, surprise, you can only get here and my professors often require. Papers crafted from, like, the petrified wood of Mesozoic trees, hand made exclusively by Italian women with grey eyes, and all kinds of ridiculous shit like that. Though, it’s nice to run your hand over the vellum papers after said joint, and the people who run the place don’t look at you like you’re odd because they get it. They work in an art supplies store. They’ve either seen it all or they themselves are the show.

Walking in I’m stopped dead in my tracks.

“I cannot believe you’re playing this!”

The guy at the counter stares at me with a look that says: ‘You are so stoned.’ And he’s not wrong. “The other guy who works here put it on,” he shrugs.

He can’t see how fantastic this is and I think to explain it to him but obviously he’s not into At the Drive In in the least and just hears noise. Poor philistine, what is he doing here. I’m suspicious. Or just paranoid. No, suspicious. “Don’t let him see you pet the vellum paper,” I think. After the day I’ve had the simplicity of a favorite band I haven’t heard played for years outside of my own Spotify station turns it all around. Never doubt the relaxing power of a heavy riff.

I stroll around the uneven and creaking floors just listening before realizing I have a purpose. Canvas. As a rule I hate basements, they creep me the fuck out, but the one here is only half underground and has enough windows, plus it’s filled with all the canvases and papers so it’s slightly more calming with familiars around. I nearly spill down the steps – this building is a pending lawsuit, I swear, and who puts carpet on crooked steps, it’s nearly a slip and slide – when I can hear someone else bumping about below. Bummer. It’s a confusingly laid out small space, and needing to awkwardly shuffle around other people lugging out a six foot canvas is too much interaction for me right now. But wait – “shit he’s cute,” I think, and now to try and act totally not stoned off my ass and weird. I turn to pretend to look at some canvases when he glances my way and, as it happens, I end up turning towards a blank wall, my hand reaching for nothing, and I can hear him laugh.

“Sorry, I’m stoned,” I blurt out. For someone who hates being called out when in rare form, I just became the asshole that I loathe. We all knew this day would come.

“Please tell me you can share the vibe.”

I pull the leftover half of the joint from my pocket with a proud grin.

“Oh, you fucking angel. Chris is driving me over an edge.”

“Who’s Chris?”

“The goddamned killjoy at the front counter – manager. Can’t miss him when you walk in. He steals your soul if you don’t move past him quick enough.”

I pat around for my lighter and come up empty handed.

“Sorry friend, we may have hit a dead end,” I sadly relate.

“Says you.”

My new mystery crush pulls matches from his pocket.

“How very old school.”

“I’m a boy scout, always come prepared.”

“I’ve never smoked with a boy scout before. Do they award badges for rolling the best j?”

“In a perfect world. And I meant to say former boy scout. They kicked güvenilir bahis me out.”

“For what?”

“Getting caught in a situation similar to this.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“Hey thanks, that means a lot.” He delivers in mock earnesty. I do enjoy a sporting soul who can play along.

We each let out subdued laughs at our mischief as we trade hits and try to ghost each one or (poorly) attempt to blow smoke rings.

“I feeeeelll like we’re dumb for having fire around all this tinder.”

“Now you’re starting to sound like Chris.”

“Fuck me, I need to cut that out right quick. Let’s burn this mother down!”

“That’s all I’m saying.”

“Well, maybe not this place, I dig it here. I mean, it’s the reason I can barely afford to eat, but… anyway, what’d Chris do that has you hiding down here?”

“If I have to listen to James Blunt one more time I’ll – “

“NO! That’s not even real.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Unless this is an acid flashback to my middle school days you’ve somehow gotten sucked into, believe it. There is yet one mythical douche who sincerely listens to him.”

“That sort of makes him a unicorn, but not the fun kind. And it explains his reaction when I walked in and freaked out about At the Drive In. “

“Now I don’t believe you! You’re into them? You know who they are?”

“Is it snobbish in thinking that no one else knows or likes them but us?”

“Kid-you-the-fuck-not I don’t know anyone else who’s ever heard of them.”

“How is that possible?”

“We obviously hang out with the wrong people. Anyway, I practically had to beg him to put this on. Groveling for my sanity doesn’t put me in a good mood.”

“He doesn’t seem too stoked on it either.”

“I was going to push for The Fall of Troy but – “

“What??”

I’m leaning in towards his face in disbelief when without thinking another beat I cup his jaw in my hands and kiss him.

“Holy shit. That was – I’m sorry I get super touchy feely when I’m stoned and I have no idea why I did that, of all things, when randomly hearing mention of a band. Though one I happen to fuck-ing love.”

“Are you telling me that all I ever had to do was name drop The Fall of Troy and I could get girls to kiss me?” He doesn’t let me move away and instead pulls me back in for a teasing kiss.

“And here I thought today totally sucked,” I joke.

“You have no idea.”

Grabbing my waist and pulling me into him I trip over that dumb, barely stapled down carpet and we both sway into a rack of stretcher bars. Thankfully he’s quicker on his feet than I am or we’d have taken down all the displays. He’s able to shift just in time so he falls into a seated position, me landing on top of him, straddling his lap. Good thing I am stoned or else I’m pretty sure I’d think I broke both knees on the thinly covered concrete. I’ll wonder about where the bruises came from later, I’m certain.

“This could not have worked out better,” he smiles. I laugh, but a succulent kiss turns it into a moan. His grip is firm as he holds me, I start to buck my hips ever so slightly onto him. I can’t help it.

“Wait! Where the fuck’s that joint?”

“You seem pretty stoned already…”

“No – fire, canvas…”

“Oh yeah, wouldn’t worry about it, I’m pretty sure I sat on it. What I’m saying is, it’s out. And my ass is burned.”

“And you didn’t even make a peep.”

“I’m not one to complain.”

Cupping his hands around my ass he drags my hips across his lap and I can feel his firmness against my leg. My insides light up and I realize that I am incredibly horny. Down girl.

“That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?”

“From the one who stole my lips.”

“Touché. I guess I set this pace. But first, I believe names are at least in order.”

“Jacob.”

“Mia.”

“Very nice to meet you, Mia.”

His kiss has a tender intensity to it, with his soft lips and curious tongue. He bites my lower lip and sucks on it just enough that I feel a jolt run straight down my neck to my core. Catching the sultry look in his eyes as he tilts his head away makes me start aching even more. Things get heavier and just as I feel his hands start to explore my breasts, the stairs creak out a warning and we’re snapped back into our surroundings.

“Offfff course,” he complains. “Is it too much to ask to be stoned on the job making out with a totally fucking sexy woman on top of me who’s into good music?”

“The universe answers ‘yes.'”

Quickly stumbling to our feet we realize the place probably wreaks and we have a quick decision to make.

“Option A: fire exit? Option B: …”

“Yeah?”

“I got nothing.”

“Boy scout, you say.”

“Dishonorably discharged, remember?”

The footsteps stop and go back.

“What, fucking, luck,” I laugh.

“Madame, your lips, if you please.” Jacob slides his hands under the waist of my shirt and I realize something needs to be done.

“Tell me, where do you see this going right now?”

“I see your point.”

“Mmmm.” I slip my tongue between his lips. Never let a minute with a good türkçe bahis kisser go to waste. That tongue of his, I want to see how it feels lapping against my clit.

“Ok. So I’m going to go quit real quick.”

“Be serious!”

“Fuck, you’re right. Cruel of you to bring reality into this, though it is reassuring I haven’t just hallucinated you. I’m here until six.”

“I’m back in class by then, til nine.”

Dragging his fingers up my thighs we keep our hips pressed tight against one another. He tangles his hand in my hair and the warmth and light scent of – what is that? cardamom? – he has about him is alluring. I just want to caress my tongue against his until my jaw hurts.

“I suppose the only question I need to ask myself is how slutty I am,” he rejoins.

“Scale of one to ten.”

“Usually a three. Seven if I’ve had any whiskey.”

“And right now?”

“I mean, I’d get naked right here and now. I told you I’d already forfeit my job to keep kissing you. These are strong signals I’m sending.”

“Unfortunately I can’t miss class and I have to be up early tomorrow. You can throw rocks at my window later, though, to wish me goodnight.”

“Clothing optional?”

“Definitely. At least then I can see what’s on offer.”

Jacob wraps his hand around my wrist and places my hand on his crotch.

“I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

If he’s even half as big as what I’m feeling pressed against my palm, the man speaks true.

“A tempting preview. I have high hopes you’re as talented with this as you are with your mouth.”

“There’s only one way to find out.” He bites my lip once more.

“Hand over your phone. I’ll put my number in and if you send me one solid, unbiased reference who can vouch that you’re not stranger danger, you can text me later for my address.”

“Does my dog count.”

“I said unbiased.”

“College swim coach.”

“Respectable. Maybe.”

“The girl who tutored me in chem.”

“Boom. She definitely won’t lie on your behalf, tutors love to talk shit. I hope you tell her this is so you can get laid, too. If she blows up your spot it’ll give her that much more joy if you deserve it.”

Kissing my neck as I type in my info, running the tips of his fingers up my arm, giving me shivers, I wonder how the hell I’m ever going to even focus on ceramics tonight. Good thing I can have headphones on. I can listen to Doppelgänger and think about all the ways I want him to touch me. Maybe I’ll even text him a list after he’s left if he’s good on his word and does actually show up to simply say goodnight. Maybe I’ll let him up if he’s terribly good and does show up naked. A bit of brass and an inclination for fun deserves to be rewarded, after all…

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Part 2

—

The note reads:

“To keep you busy and thinking of me while I’m away.

Also, Saves the Day – You Vandal, 0:44. Or Alkaline Trio – Clavicle.

I couldn’t make up my mind.”

“Hmm.” I look at the canvas, paints, and brushes left on my front porch and inside the bag there’s a receipt with an additional bit scrawled “If you need something different for your classes, you can swap out.” So sweet. As for the songs, I pull up the first and skip ahead to the time signature. Oh, really? Saves the Day reminds me of home too, bonus points.

I pull up my bank account on my phone and cringe before logging in. Surprisingly, not the worst it could be. I’ve been living by a rule of don’t look at it, it’s too depressing, and spend as little as you’re able to, or you’ll have to look at it. I actually have enough to buy a seriously sexy lingerie set I’ve been eyeing up since first dry humping Jacob a few weeks back and I think it’s time to treat him. Though, our schedules have been fucking one another so that we haven’t been able to. Since our chance makeout we’ve been held completely apart – except for that night when he did, in fact, show up naked on my side lawn. I was already stripping down at my window to show him what he was in for when my roommate from downstairs screamed she was calling the cops because a fucked up perv was flashing her. He heard her and, wisely, dipped. It was absolutely hilarious, but we figured it best he keep away for a bit lest my roommate recognize him and decide she doesn’t care that I dared him to do it. Because she is one prude nightmare. Little did I know I missed my window until after midterms because he had to go out of town.

In the meantime, I sent him that list of things-you-should-and-by-should-I-mean-definitely-must-do-to-me-when-we-can-finally-get-naked. Foreplay is essential, but not weeks of it. One more text from him telling me an additional thing he wants to add to the list while I’m in an art history lecture and I’m going to lose it and start touching myself in front of everyone. I don’t care.

—

A week later I’m getting out of a shower and see my phone flashing a notification. The text reads:

– Srsly cannot wait any longer, might die of anticipation. Pls tell me youre home –

– Thought you were in Tacoma til Thurs? –

– Found excuse to get away early. So about that last text you güvenilir bahis siteleri sent me… –

– Oh, that – I reply, and leave him waiting.

…

…

…

– I did buy some lube –

– Gtfo, you are home… ya? –

– Just out of the shower, actually. Should I even bother getting dressed? –

– 10 min. Touch yourself til I get there? –

– Like I wasnt already –

– Fuck. –

I throw my phone down and grab that lingerie I sprung for. The back of the panties criss cross around my hips to my ass cheeks and hold them like a ripe peach. The sheer lace of the bra does nothing to stop my nipples from staying pert in this drafty old house. All the better. Looking down in my underwear drawer I spot the toy and lube I teased him about. Maybe I’ll just leave that there and we can play ‘hot or cold.’ Boy’s gotta work for it. As for music? Interpol. Turn on the Bright Lights, because, mischievous mood.

– Knock knock –

– Whos there –

– Multiple orgasms –

– That is the correct password –

I toss on an oversized sweatshirt that barely covers my ass and leap down the stairs. I hope none of my roommates are in the front room because I’m so turned on he might not make it fully in the door before I have his pants off and I’m on my knees.

Opening the door I find myself a bit surprised. I realize I haven’t actually laid eyes on him since that day in the art store, and he is damn handsome. The air gets sucked out of the space between us and before I know it he’s lifted me up and my legs are wrapped tight around his waist, tongues down each other’s throats.

“Wait, wait – the door.”

He turns back from the stairs, I knock it closed with my foot and the inertia of my kick tips us into the wall. Pulling his face back I can see a wildness in his eyes that immediately gets me wetter. We slide down onto the stairs and he’s pulling off his shirt, pressing his hips hard into me, pinning me on a step.

“Wait, shit, I forgot to see if anyone was even home.”

He cranes his head around and back into the living room.

“I don’t see anyone.” He reaches a hand for the hotspot between my legs and I feel my body melt in relief.

“Goddamn, I’ve been waiting for you to touch me there for-fucking-ever. I feel like I might faint from the pleasure already.”

“Baby, it is going to be a long night, get on my level.”

He tilts his head so our eyes lock in a half closed gaze and I shutter as he pulls the fabric of my panties aside and slips a finger in.

“Yes, yes.”

“Are we doing this right here, on the stairs?”

“As hot as that sounds, let’s get to my room.”

Pulling me up he presses his lips against mine and we stumble up a few more steps before I break away and speed up the rest of the stairs. He catches me just inside my door and grabs my hips, slamming them back into him.

“Is that a promise?” I ask.

“I will give you whatever you want, any way you want, just tell me where to start.”

“Remember our list?”

“Every fucking part of it.”

“Number four.”

Tearing my sweatshirt off he playfully pushes me back onto the bed before laying himself on top of me. His weight is such a comfort, the way his hands, hips, and every part of him are exploring and pressing into every part of me, pinching my nipples through the lace of my bra, fingers rolling around my clit, his other hand gently teasing my skin with barely there strokes – I’m consumed by the feeling and dizzy with excitement. He snaps one of the straps of my underwear so it leaves a red mark across my hip.

“Sorry I’ll be doing away with these so quickly, they’re – “

“Totally in the way,” I break in, greedily taking a heavy kiss.

“Not what I was going for, I was going to say they hug your curves beautifully, but you’re no less right.”

He gives another strap another taught pull for another crisp snap.

Sitting back and tugging my underwear down he sinks onto his knees on the floor and pulls my hips level with his lips. Wasting no time his fingers are inside me working me towards the edge and he’s sucking on my clit when I feel his other fingers start to massage my little backdoor bud. Number four. A finger slipped inside and I tense up as I feel my orgasm rush forward. One hard suck on my clit and I’m completely seized by the wave that hits me. I have to bite the back of my hand to keep myself quiet(er).

I don’t even realize I’m nearly whimpering when he starts kissing up my hip and stomach, unzipping his pants and kicking them off. I push him back and he gives me a confused look, but I lean forward to catch his lips and keep pushing him back until he’s sitting on his heels on the floor at the edge of the bed. I slide myself down, my back up against the side of the bed, hovering over top of his hard on and give him a look that says – ‘your call.’

He reads my signal and each hand grabs the sides of my waist, maneuvering me down onto that throbbing cock of his. It’s like something inside me explodes, and after the shock of the initial rush of pleasure from him slipping in subsides we’re fucking like two people about to be shipped off to war. It’s a moving tangle of lips, limbs, pulling, grabbing hands and ragged breath and moans. I wrap my legs tight around him and start grinding, making sure my clit is getting all the attention its aching for.

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I woke up and looked at the clock it was 2:40am. I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling as my right hand moved to my pussy and I began to stroke myself through my panties. The feeling was delicious as I felt myself moistening and I could hear Jason snoring softly next to me. I quietly pulled off my nightgown and my panties as I then began to massage my breasts gently kneading them and squeezing them. My right hand went back to my pussy as my left hand began to circle and squeeze my nipples.

I pushed two fingers in me and smiled to myself at the feeling as I noticed that I was getting very wet. With my left hand I began to circle my clit first one way then the other round and round until I felt that familiar tingling sensation begin to spread though me. I could feel the warmth of my moistening pussy as I gently and slowly finger fucked myself for several minutes. I knew that if I continued like this I would cum soon and I did not want that, yet.

I rolled on my side facing Jason’s back and took my finger and very lightly began to trace the outline of his muscles in his back. As I moved to his shoulder and down his arm he rolled over on his back and groaned softly as he slept. I smiled and thought ‘Perfect! Men are such predictable animals.’ I then got on one elbow and leaned carefully over him trying not wake him I kissed him on the forehead very lightly. My nipples just barely brushed against his chest causing me to quiver slightly as I worked my mouth down the side of his face licking him gently. As I got to his ear I heard his breathing change and I heard him whisper to me saying “uummmm Ellen, sweetheart, I love it when you do this.”

“shhhh” I whispered in his ear.

I began kissing and licking his neck inhaling his male scent as I felt my pussy getting very wet now. I took my right hand and began to massage his chest and I cooed softly as I felt his muscles. I was kissing and licking his neck as I moved my right hand to his still limp cock but I did not stroke him, not yet. He likes for me to do my “Magic Act” as he calls it so I left him alone for the moment and just cupped his balls and gently massaged his inner thighs.

I began to rock back and forth some so that my tits swayed back and forth brushing lightly on his chest as I worked my mouth under his chin going to his other ear. “Oh god, baby…..mmmmm… you are really good at this.” he whispered. Then the only sound was our breathing and the slippery sounds of my kisses and gentle sucking on his neck.

The taste and aroma of him was getting me more and more aroused and I badly wanted to rub my warm and now soaked cunt but I didn’t. I put my forehead on his chest for just a second “ah” I whimpered softly and then resumed my duties, kissing and sucking on his chest and stomach as I slowly made my way down to my reward. I felt his cock begin to swell a little and I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he looked completely relaxed.

I moved to between his legs as he opened his eyes and looked at me as I put my hand around the shaft of his still soft but swelling cock. He smiled at me as I put him in my mouth and pressed my lips to his pelvis. He calls this my “Magic Act” because it goes in small and soft but comes out huge, stiff and firm. I had learned to throat when I was in college and I take him in my mouth and encourage him with my tongue as he grows. At first it is regular blowjob but as he stiffens I put my lips on his pelvis and let him grow down my throat. There is a bit of a time limit though because illegal bahis once he passes a certain point I can’t breath so I hold my breath as long as I can.

“Oh BABY! Jeeeez… that feels excellent!” he said softly.

There was just a bit of a gag as I lifted my head to pull him out of my mouth and there he was in all his glory. “Ta Dahhh.” I said motioning to his cock with my hands and smiling. I leaned forward to kiss him with the intention of straddling him and impaling myself on him but he surprised me by tickling my ribs and I yelped as he grabbed me and flipped me on my back.

“Baby, I’m going to give you something to ‘Ta Dah about.” he said as he held me down and tickled me.

I was giggling when I felt his cock slide deep into my pussy. My eyes flew open wide as I saw him looking down at me. My back arched some as he penetrated me. “ooohhhhhh…ugh…ooohhh.” I swooned. I absolutely LOVE how it feels when a guy first pushes his cock into me. I LOVE being fucked to but that first penetration takes my breath away. He filled me completely as I lay there staring at him as my thighs twitched some. God he was in me so deep.

Jason is 6’3″ and I am 5’6″ so he towers over me, I like that, and while he is not fat at all, everything about him is large. I don’t care what some girls say, for me, size does matter. I lay there an awe of him as he began fucking me gently, with a slow easy rhythm. “Oh, Jason uh…uh.” I cooed quietly.

One of the many things that I don’t understand about guys is this. Do their cocks have like a pussy radar or something? I mean he could not see what he was doing and his cock slid right into me. He did not miss high or low or to one side or the other. He split my labia right down the middle and, oh boy, that is the best feeling in the world. He has done this many times, I don’t understand it but I like it.

For several minutes not a word was said as he just fucked me gently. The only sound was our breathing and a few grunts from me as he went deeper on some strokes and the soft squishing of my pussy. My hands were just above my head as our eyes locked and we just stared at each other, stroke after stroke. If I were a cat I would have been purring loudly. He made me feel so whole, so complete, so completely feminine.

As I reached up and cupped his cheek with my hand a ripple of pleasure spread though me gaining in intensity with each stroke of his cock. I knew that I was going to cum as my thighs twitched again and I just let I flow through me. Jason smiled at me and said “You’re cumming aren’t you.”

“ummph” I said as I closed my eyes and enjoyed a very nice but small orgasm. I squirted just a very small amount but enough to hear a faint splashing sound and I felt the moisture on my tummy and thighs, as I began to massage my tits.

“Yeah, baby, that’s a good girl, let it out…..You are absolutely gorgeous when you cum, honey, god I love it when you do that.” Jason whispered as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

I opened my eyes and looked at him as I pushed my tits up and in and began to pinch and tug on my nipples. His motion never wavered. His cock was like a piston in a car on cruise control plunging deep into me then withdrawing only to plunge back in again. I released my tits and began to rub his hairy chest gently. “uh…uh…uh…” I cooed contentedly in time with his strokes.

I felt my pussy begin to tingle again and I knew that I was cumming and I grabbed is forearms. “Look at me, Ellen, I want to watch you cum, illegal bahis siteleri honey.” Jason said as our eyes locked. I watched him as my orgasm built and my thighs started twitching, his grin turned into a smile and then a broad smile as I arched my back a little as my orgasm crested.

“oh….My…GOOOD!…DAH…Dah…dooohhh.” I said much louder than I intended as I came much harder than the last time. His pelvis was pressed to mine so my cum was spread by the weight of his body on mine creating a squishy wet sound. I released his arms when I came and my hands went to each side of my face and they shook rapidly from side to side as I climaxed. His cock never so much as paused as he kept his steady rhythm, in and out and in and out, over and over. I was in heaven.

I put my hand to his cheek and cupped it, smiled at him and said “You drive me wild, you know that? Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop. I want you inside me always, fucking me deeply.” he leaned down and kissed me deeply in a long passionate french kiss that made me shiver. His tongue probing deep into my mouth as his cock continued its probing of every inch of my drenched and squishing cunt.

You know, I like fast and furious, wild and crazy sex just as much as any other girl but sometimes a slow, easy, consistent penetration is just what I need and want. I was getting it now and it was heavenly. I lay there for the longest time as he kept fucking me gently and I was enjoying the penetration immensely as I closed my eyes and relaxed. I kept lightly brushing his arms and chest with my fingers as I cooed softly, completely content.

He leaned down and kissed me again then asked “Baby, would you turn around and put your head back for me?”

I knew what he wanted, he wanted to fuck my face. I said “hhmmm baby, sure if that’s what you want.” Jason has throated me many times and at first I really didn’t want that. He was perfectly fine where he was but Jason gets what Jason wants.

I really don’t mind being throated that much the thing is that it takes effort on my part, LOL. I don’t want to puke or suffocate either one is REALLY bad so I have to stay fully aware of what is being done to me. We have a system that works pretty well. I lay on my back on the bed with my head off the side to straighten my throat as much as possible. I put my hands above my head on his hips and I will pull toward me when he can push in and push when I need him to pull back. To be honest I don’t have to use it much as Jason has learned how to do it.

I got in position and opened my mouth as wide as I could, as his cock got closer I could smell my pussy on him and I just wanted him in me, any of my holes was fine. I felt the head of his cock pass through my mouth and push down my throat and my body tensed as he passed my gag point but Jason knows to just keep pushing in with a slow steady pressure. Once he is past my gag point I can take him without much problem and when he strokes me the gag response gets less and less rapidly.

After a few strokes I could comfortably take him deep in my throat and he began fucking my face as I reached down and began rubbing my pussy. “Good god, sweetheart, I don’t know how you do that but I love it, honey!” he said as he pushed as deep as he could down my throat and paused.

He fucked my face for several minutes then he pulled back into my mouth as he grunted and I felt his semen erupt from him in my mouth. He squirted his manhood over and over and twice he slipped out and squirted my face. canlı bahis siteleri I swallowed as best I could but his cum was running down my face as it was leaking from the corners of my mouth. When he finished he just pushed his cock back down my throat and resumed fucking me.

Usually Jason’s cock will sometimes relax after he comes but not always and this was one of those times as he just kept fucking me. For a few minutes the only sound was the wet slurpy sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth when. After several more minutes I was really into this now and enjoying myself immensely when he pulled out of me, stepped back and looked at me. “More, please.” I whispered.

“Come and get it, babe.” he said.

I got off the bed and got on my hands and knees jutting my chin out a little to straighten my throat some. I felt this hands on the back of my head as he pushed his cock down my throat until my lips were firmly pressed against his pelvis. He then began to move my head back and forth over his cock pausing for just a few seconds every forth or fifth stroke to let me breath.

I was completely relaxed now and really enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding so easily back and forth in my throat somewhat forcefully. He pinned me to his pelvis and said “Oh baby, you have no idea how good this feels.” He then pulled out of me and I sat back and reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer and pulled out a dildo and held it up for him.

What we were going to do was one of my favorite sex positions. “Get on the bed, sweetie, I’m going to fuck your eyeballs out.” Jason said playfully.

I got on the bed on my back again with my head over the side and again he slid his cock down my throat but he also bent over and began to fuck my pussy with the dildo. I LOVE the feeling of getting fucked from both ends as he began moving his pelvis fucking my face. As he fucked me with the dildo I started playing with my clit and almost immediately I came HARD. Squirting Jason’s chest with a half scream as he pulled out of my mouth as he does when I cum.

” Oh god, baby, fuck me some mo…….” I said but he pushed his cock back into my mouth and cut me off. I felt him slide back and forth a few times when he grunted and I felt his semen erupt deep in my throat this tume. He pulled back just a bit and when he pushed back in there was not enough room and his semen oozed out from around my lips and began to drip down my face again.

He let me breath for a few seconds around his cock as he kept fucking my pussy. I felt another orgasm crash over me just as he pushed his cock back deep down my throat. I came silently squirting him again as he grunted again and said “Ah, JEEEEEZ!” as I felt him erupt in my throat yet again. The feeling of my orgasm cresting and him cumming only pushed to a greater orgasm. My entire body tensed as he pulled out to give me a breath but as I started to scream he shoved his cock as far down my throat as it would go. I squirted long, hard and silently. The feel of him cuming so far down my throat was weird but weirdly erotic.

He slowly came to a stop as his cock finally began to relax. As he slid out of my mouth I just lay there enjoying my “freshly fucked” afterglow. He leaned over to kiss me but thought better of it when he saw the condition of my face.

Chuckling he said “I think you need to clean up some there Miss Sword Swallower.”

I just smiled at him as I slowly got to my feet and went into the bathroom. I cleaned my face but decided I needed a shower as his cum had dripped into my hair. After a quick shower I got back in bed with him as he held me tight squeezing my left breast gently he kissed me goodnight.

I looked at the clock, it was 4:02 am as I drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 02

Accepted as a schoolgirl

Unusually Bablee didn’t wake up with the sun rising. Last night had been a fearsome experience, and she didn’t get to sleep until late. The girls were lazy westerners and predictably were still asleep. She lay there thinking about that boy she had been in bed with.

He was only eighteen, yet they had a sexual experience together. He didn’t put his thingy in her, but that wasn’t the point. It was shameful being in bed with him, and he had spurted his semen over her. It had to be admitted, she also had a slight orgasm, which left her feeling guilty.

Paula had forced her into the boys dormitory, so it wasn’t Adrian’s fault. Adrian had saved her from discovery by the matron, which would have been devastating. Her indecent behaviour would have been reported to the corporation, and then to her husband. He would beat her for being in bed with another man, and if he found out they had some sort of sex, she dare not think what would have happened.

Getting out of bed she quietly padded on bare feet to the showers. The ridiculous night attire had been discarded in the boys bed, so all she had was a towel to wrap around her nakedness. Now clean of that boys crusty semen, it felt so much better facing a new day.

In the dormitory she again looked for the school uniform, becoming more desperate by the minute. Obviously one of the girls was playing a trick on her. Paula was awake, and smiled at her. If the girl wasn’t so big and strong she would have become angry and demanded her clothes. They weren’t her clothes, they were the schools, and there wasn’t much chance of defeating one of the girls, let alone a group of them.

‘I’ve got a surprise for you, Bablee,’ Paula gleefully announced.

‘No more surprises, please,’ Bablee sighed.

‘This one you’ll like. Margaret has been up all night sowing,’ Paula grinned, from displaying her power in the dormitory.

The girl standing before her must be Margaret, and the sowing must refer to her uniform. Looking worried at the growing ring of girls, she dropped the towel and quickly got dressed.

Pulling on the panties reminded her that they had shaved her last night, down there. There wasn’t a bra, but that didn’t matter. Quickly buttoning the blouse, her fingers fumbled, and she couldn’t find the top two buttons. Moving on to the pinafore dress, she found it had been shortened. The hem was now well above the knee!

‘Is this acceptable to the school?’ she asked.

‘No! You will get into trouble, but I’ll speak up for you, so don’t worry, Bablee,’ Paula firmly told her.

What really worried her, was showing off her body. The boys out there were eighteen, and would look at her as though she were just another rude western girl.

Adrian didn’t believe she was a married woman of twenty-six. He thought she was a fellow pupil, yet he didn’t take advantage of her. He was a decent young man. What he did was unavoidable, from having a woman in his bed. Not many men would resist the temptation to do it to her, but he did.

Bablee’s face was red as a beetroot. How could she tell them it felt awful to wear such lewd clothing, even if it was a school uniform.

‘Thank you, Margaret, and Paula for organising the, err, alterations,’ Bablee managed to say.

‘Great, I knew you’d love it,’ Paula beamed. ‘You did fantastic last night. You’re no longer a little virgin girl, and you brought back the proof! Well done new girl!’ Paula said, encouraging the others.

They gave her a bit of a quiet cheer. Matron appeared at the door, and shouted with her smokers cough interrupting, ‘Get on with it girls . . . you know what to do . . . and don’t be late for breakfast.’

‘Yes, Miss Gatling,’ Paula dutifully answered the woman.

Matron snorted at the girl, turned, and left.

The breakfast was as bland as any other meal. Bablee had planned on bringing some condiments and sauces from home, but all that had drastically changed. Instead of being an adult scholar, they thought she was an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl.

Sitting on a bench with so many schoolgirls, put her in mind of being in school back home. Automatically pulling on the shortened school uniform did no good. It was a habit she needed to break, as it drew attention to her bare thighs. The teachers and staff thought she was just another young student, so they didn’t take any notice of her. The boys and girls accepted she was one of them, especially the boys.

Wearing this altered uniform had been embarrassing at first, but surprisingly she was getting used to it. It was only when the boys quietly said rude things about the dress, that she felt bad, and pulled at the hem. Unfortunately the teachers hadn’t bothered to make her change into a more decent uniform. Getting used to dressing like a western girl was easier than she thought.

Having to be careful how she sat was something to get used to. In class she had to keep her legs tight together, or reveal the little white panties. One of the guys dropped his pen, to look illegal bahis up her dress. Not quick enough to clamp her legs together, she had to watch him whisper to his friend, her panties were white. Damn! The boys were sex mad! Was this why they had separate schools back home? Or were they reacting to western girls dressing and behaving badly.

It was disappointing not meeting her mentor. Adrian was nice, and she had to apologise to him for being so naughty last night. Thanking him for saving her from the matron was needed too. It was hoped he would know who to speak to concerning this mistake about her age. No one would believe she was an adult and a married woman, so she needed his advice over what to do.

It was obvious to her now. Her slight build and her modest demeanour, left her looking like an adolescent schoolgirl. She wasn’t loud or forceful enough to be a western adult. As a decently behaved wife in Pakistan, she had to be dutiful and modest with her husband, and his family.

After all these years she couldn’t change. Compared to them she was introverted and submissive. Confronting a teacher to say they had made a mistake, was simply impossible. Perhaps Adrian would somehow save her again.

‘Are you in this class, girl?’ the teacher shouted at Bablee.

‘Sorry, Miss Andrews, I was thinking about the lesson,’ she prevaricated.

‘Get up to speed, or you can join the ninth graders,’ the teacher threatened.

‘Yes, miss, sorry, miss,’ Bablee humbly responded.

***

Adrian walked into the matron’s first aid room, and looked around, confirming she was out as expected. Keys were hung in a cabinet, all numbered but which one did he need. The ledger was left open on her desk, together with the debris of a snack. A finger ran down the entries until it came to Bablee, number fifteen.

Unhooking the key, he walked into the back room, to find a locker marked fifteen. No fifteen, but there was a blank door between fourteen and sixteen. The lock turned to reveal clothing, with a waft of curry, chilli, and other exotic spices. It reminded him of Bablee.

He quickly looked through the clothes, and stopped on finding her panties. Even these smelt exotic. She did a lot of cooking for a schoolgirl. They must be different where she came from, or maybe she spent a lot of time in her mother’s kitchen. It would be nice doing that, he mused.

A small bra, not much more than a training bra. She was certainly different from a western girl. Cute! He was very pleased with the thought of cuddling her, and what they did in bed last night. He’d never had a girl rub him off before. It was a good thing too, for he couldn’t hold out for much longer, and would have screwed her.

Still, it was really nice cuddling her. The warmth of her body against his, the exotic smell of her skin, the deep natural tan she had, was so very nice. He wanted her in his bed again, or at least cuddle her. He pulled her clothes out of the locker, with his arms wrapped tight around them. It wasn’t satisfying at all.

A translation dictionary fell to the floor, with something else. A passport! With quiet anticipation he opened it. It was brand new, and only used once, to enter the US. Her personal details on the back page were read through quickly. Was this her? He studied the picture hard again, to confirm it was her.

‘Mrs, not miss, Mrs Kahn, born . . .’ he quietly said.

A quick calculation confirmed she was twenty-six. Damn! She’d been telling the truth. She wasn’t a girl, she was a married woman! Fuck! He could have fucked her last night. Bablee was an experienced woman, naked in his bed! Did she expect him to fuck her? Damn! He very nearly fucked a mature woman! She’d pulled him off, and he’d spurted on her face.

That would have been taking advantage of her awkward situation, but he didn’t care at that moment. Thinking about it, and how small and fragile she was, a tender protective feeling meandered into him. He did care. Something was overriding his good intentions, and he knew what it was.

‘Down, boy!’ he said, and tapped his trouser tent.

He pocketed the passport, and locked the door. Replacing the key, he quietly left, after checking no one was in the corridor. A quick march to administration was necessary now.

‘Hi Brenda, Miss Jackson sent me over for the new girl’s details, Bablee Kahn,’ he said.

‘Why did she send you, you’re not in her class?’ Brenda suspiciously asked.

‘That’s right, Brenda, I’m her mentor,’ he proudly said.

She smiled at him, and said, ‘First time, eh! Well that’s fun for you. Do a good job for her, won’t you. Don’t let her get into trouble,’ she said, and went over to a computer.

‘There’s a printout in this envelope. I’ll ask her if was opened,’ she grinned at him. ‘Don’t think I’m being cruel, as I wouldn’t give this to anyone else. When you’re a bit older, we’ll have a kiss,’ she smiled at him.

‘Sure, that’s a date, Brenda,’ he sincerely said, and blew her a kiss.

She giggled and pretended to get on with her work. He’d illegal bahis siteleri always got on with Brenda, that’s why he waited for the harridan, Miss Drinkwater to go to lunch. He figured she’d forget about the envelope and not ask Miss Jackson about it. Which would be awkward as the woman didn’t know anything about it.

In a stall he ripped open the envelope. They had her down as an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. Mr Kahn was her uncle. A corporation was picking up the bills. There didn’t seem to be anyone to vouch for her. As only her uncle was in the country. The man must be her husband!

Oh fuck! He’d been in bed with a married woman, and they had almost done it. She’d pulled him off! Of course, she was an experienced older woman! Holly shit! While here in school, he was in charge of her. As her mentor, she had to do as he told her. Was she aware of how much she had to obey him? Not much really, but did she now that?

His eyes glowed with lust. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he gagged on the smell of the toilets. A touch of reality was good. He had hardly any authority over her, and certainly not enough to get her into bed, or his hands into her panties. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to filter the smell. It was her panties! Well, at least their smell overpowered the shitty boy smells.

***

‘Sorry I missed you this morning,’ Adrian said, when meeting her for lunch.

She gave him a funny little expression, and turned away, looking embarrassed. He wondered if this was the end of his ambitions for her. He was still her mentor, so she had to take notice of what he said.

He took hold of her arm, and firmly said, ‘Follow me.’

Bablee was pleased to be with him, even though it brought on feelings of guilt. The forceful way he spoke, had her following from the habit of obeying figures of authority.

‘We’ll sit here for lunch, we can talk in private,’ he told her.

He’d kindly brought a packed lunch. She shuffled her bottom along, making room for him on the bench.

‘I missed you too, I mean, I needed you, err, something I wanted,’ she stammered.

‘I got a copy of your administration details. I got them because you said there had been a mistake,’ he said. ‘Don’t wave them around, I shouldn’t have them, or show you,’ he said.

‘You did this for me?’ she asked, and looked up at him with admiring eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment, then turned away looking uncomfortable.

‘What we did last night, it was wrong,’ she said.

‘I know what you mean, we don’t know each other. We should get to know each other better, then go on a date, or something,’ he said.

‘Oh! Err, I didn’t mean that. I’d like to get to know you better, but, well, it’s not that. I shouldn’t be here, I think this is all a mistake,’ she said.

She became conscious of his hip against hers. At home she would never sit so close to a male, even if they were a family member. Why hadn’t she simply told him, she was married and not available. He was too young for her.

Oh! Dear! It felt as though she were a wild girl, and he was her boyfriend. It was silly to think she was letting him down. She’d never had a boyfriend, and these feelings were all new. At home friends had secretly met boys, and even kissed them. Nothing more than that, and certainly not gone to bed with them as she had. It was no-wonder she had feelings for him!

That was wrong, having feelings for a boy, very wrong in so many ways.

‘You with me, Bablee?’ he asked.

Becoming aware of where she was, meant this was not a fantasy or a film, this was reality. His leg was against hers, when did that happen? He took hold of her hand, and her heart raced. She was enlivened, yet unable to move. She just sat there staring at the uninteresting food.

‘It’s no mistake you being here. I think its destiny,’ he said, and gently stroked her thigh.

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

‘Did I say something wrong?’ he asked.

He’d taken notice of her feelings! He’d reached into her and tugged at her heart.

‘Tears of joy, not sadness,’ she explained, and wished she hadn’t.

‘I knew you enjoyed being with me last night. I wanted to hold you tight all night. You’re beautiful, wonderful, a dream come true,’ he whispered into an ear.

It seemed his words were connecting directly to a pleasure centre in her brain. Every word was absorbed and mulled over, to be remembered, and to be enjoyed later.

‘I too would have liked that,’ she admitted.

He put his arm around her with the other hand taking its place on her thigh. The dress was too short to cover her thighs when sitting, and it looked as though they were on offer. How could she deny him, the boy was her lover! Such a concept couldn’t be contemplated at home, let alone acted upon.

It had already happened! It wasn’t a dream, she had really been in bed with this handsome young man.

‘I enjoyed you playing with me,’ he quietly said.

That was something she was ashamed of, more than canlı bahis siteleri anything else. How could she have done that! He couldn’t be blamed, he was just a boy, and he didn’t force her to do it to him. It was all her fault.

‘I, I shouldn’t have,’ she morosely said.

‘Don’t worry, no one knows,’ he said, sounding sympathetic.

‘All the girls know. They caught me with it in my hair,’ she blurted out.

‘What? Oh! That’s, err, well, can you handle that? Excuse the pun,’ he said, and realised she’d missed the joke.

‘You’ll have to tell someone I’m a married woman. I’m twenty-six and shouldn’t be here,’ she pleaded.

‘I’ll try,’ Adrian lied.

***

‘Mr Kahn hasn’t heard from his wife, have you?’ Josie asked.

‘Mr Kahn’s wife?’ Eileen asked, looking bemused.

‘You took his wife to an adult school to complete her exams, remember? Bablee, quiet woman, from Pakistan?’ Josie sarcastically asked.

‘His wife? Oh! Yes! Of course, sorry, I’ll check,’ Eileen said.

‘Make sure the woman is happy, or she might contact a lawyer, and the shit will hit the fan,’ Josie emphasised the word lawyer.

It was a bad word in the human resources department.

‘It’s only been a couple of days, second day. She’s hardly had any time to settle into a class,’ Eileen pointed out.

‘Sure. Just keep an eye on her. I’ll make sure Mr Kahn is kept happy. Though he isn’t fully awake yet, but making progress, so the doctors say,’ Josie said, and dismissed her assistant with a hand gesture when the telephone rang.

‘Wife!’ Eileen muttered on her way back to her office. ‘He married a sixteen year old two years ago? She was his cousin, damn it!’

On the computer she checked on Mr Kahn’s notes. His family in Pakistan was a twenty-six year old woman, named Bablee, and they lived with his parents. His niece was an employee of the Karachi office, also named Bablee.

‘That’s the mistake. The boss has sent his niece to school, not his wife,’ she chuckled.

Confronting Josie with a mistake wasn’t going to go down well. A double check of the facts was needed. It was past lunchtime when she checked everything for a fourth time.

‘I’ve sent his wife to school, a boarding school for kids! Oh! Shit! Avoid trouble the boss said. Oh! Shit!’ Eileen emotionally whispered.

Looking around furtively, she dialled the school.

‘Hi this is Building Corp. and I’m calling about Bablee, a new girl. My name is Eileen, I drove her there. Oh! Right! I remember you too, how are you, great, that’s nice. They’re not working you too hard are they? It’s manic here, not enough time, yea you know. So, how is she settling in, any complaints?’ Eileen finally got around to asking, with fingers crossed.

‘Oh! Good, I’m pleased. If there is a problem have you got my number as next of kin? Great. Anything at all, just give me a call, thanks, bye, bye,’ Eileen sighed with relief.

Short term everything was going well. What about medium term? Take her out of school? Then what? The funds were going through for that school. What would they say if a pupil was taken away, or rather the funding was taken away. His wife could be put into an adult education college. It would be easy to find a place when paying.

She needed to play the old shell game. Now you see her, now you don’t. Bablee! Replace one Bablee with another? Bablee Kahn, the niece, could take the wife’s place. The school fee’s were paid from the education fund and were already allocated. No need to make waves there. Bablee Khan the wife, could then be set up with a full grant for an adult college.

Working hard through lunch, and most of the afternoon, all was settled. Eileen liked the idea of a switch, it felt like acting in an old movie. Emails meant no bluffing, with dangerous eye to eye contact. The Karachi office would arrange everything, until she took over here in Los Angeles for the actual switch.

No one need know. The college fees weren’t much, and as an employee, Bablee the niece, would be entitled to a local salary while in school. The apartment was being kept on, so no problem there either.

***

Bablee looked down from Adrian, and noticed her bare thighs, so she had to look to the side. She couldn’t look at him, for she felt so shy. Too many emotions were ranging through her mind. Her heart was thumping hard, and she was feeling so weak, she might fade way completely.

The woman looked so young and fragile, he could hardly believe she was a married woman. Whoever the husband was, he didn’t deserve her. He wasn’t looking after her well enough, for this to happen. She looked so cute it was impossible not to put his arms around her.

‘It’s going to be all right, I’ll look after you. Don’t worry,’ he reassured her.

‘Thank you, sir,’ she sighed. ‘It feels nice, comforting, knowing you are looking after me,’ she smiled.

The little smile on her face was so tempting. She didn’t have big luscious lips like Carol, or big breasts crying out to be mauled, like Sylvia. She looked young and vulnerable, in need of his protection. He hooked a finger under her chin, lifted her face, and gazed into her eyes. Curious looks were plastered across their faces. Familiarity, awareness, sympathy, and every other emotion passed between them, even love.

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This is the sixth and final chapter in a series that began with “Thin Ice” and continued through “Tapas”. As with the others, this story is about cuckoldry and wife-sharing so if that’s not your thing please choose another story. There are plenty on this site to appeal to every taste.

Thanks to everyone for the feedback and encouragement – I really appreciate it!

Characters are totally fictitious and over the age of consent.

*****

There was a strange car in the driveway. He slowed down, squinting through the falling snow. It wasn’t his wife’s car – presumably hers was safe in the garage. It was a small car, yellow and sporty-looking, a car for somebody who wanted you to notice their car.

He cruised past the driveway to the next corner and came back, his windshield wipers working double time. Was it just a visiting friend? He didn’t know all her friends’ cars. But he couldn’t help feeling that this car was in the driveway deliberately, to let him know what he would be walking into if he went inside. Like a tie on a doorknob.

A lover’s car.

He drove down to the next corner and turned in a random direction. Judging by the snow accumulated on the roof of the little car it had been there for a while.

She’d never brought a lover home before.

At least, not that he knew of.

He frowned and turned again at the next intersection.

Abruptly he heard a tone from his phone. An incoming message. He pulled over and, with his hands shaking slightly, got out his phone. He tapped the screen. A video popped open.

There were some tendrils of her hair floating across the edge of the picture. The phone must have been lying on her pillow, next to her head. Up in the middle of the screen were a man’s face and his naked shoulders. The rhythm of his movement made the shot rock from side to side. He leaned down and from offscreen there was the sound of a kiss.

“I’m fucking you,” the man’s voice said hoarsely. His head rose back into view.

“Yes,” said a woman’s voice, her voice, his wife’s voice. “Fuck me, just fuck me.” Her hands came up and held onto the man’s face. She moaned. “Yes, like that.”

He stared at the little screen, watching and listening. The face moving forward and back, the little whimpers she made offscreen. He fumbled with his belt, unzipped his pants.

“I’m going to come,” the man croaked. His rhythm had picked up, he was pounding into her, his face distorted in a grimace.

“Not yet,” she said. “Oh God… keep on… yes.”

“I can’t,” the man said. “Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.”

“I am so hot,” she said, her words running together in a throaty rush. “I’m burning up inside, it’s like you’ve set me on fire. Your cock is… Oh God.”

“Tell me to fuck you,” he growled.

“Fuck me,” she groaned.

“Harder!” he demanded. “Say it!”

“Oh God!” she waited. “I need it! Harder! Fuck me harder!”

“I can’t stop,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes! Come! Oh God! Fuck me!”

“Oh my God!” The man threw his head back, the tendons in his neck bunching like cords.

“Yes!” she cried, flinging herself up. Her body finally lurched into view, wrapping itself around the man’s torso. She drove her face into his shoulder. “Fuck me, come come, oh my God, fuck me.”

Then the phone must have fallen off the pillow and the screen went black. From the background came a confusion of grunts and moans, gradually settling down into a duet of guttural breathing.

“That was amazing,” the man said.

“Yes,” she agreed. Then the video ended.

He tapped the screen and watched it again, watched the stranger rocking and thrusting, getting closer and closer until the final groaning release.

And through it all, just out of view, his wife.

He started the video again, watching the man’s face, waiting for his wife to throw herself forward, listening to the voices. His hand was moving up and down his cock, pre-come lubricating it. God. That man, fucking her. Sliding his cock into her cunt, feeling the warmth and the wetness and the slippery softness of her.

There was a roar outside his car and a huge truck barreled past, flashing lights splitting the night. The city was out, spraying salt on the streets.

Jesus. The flashing lights had spooked him – it might have been a cop car. This is insanity, he thought, sitting here jacking off on a public street. This is how people get arrested. Hurriedly, he zipped up and stuffed the phone back into his pocket, then started the car.

—

He drove slowly, aimlessly, trying not to think about his phone and the video, but unable to focus on anything else. Every squeak of his wiper blades, every gust of wind, reminded him of the passionate cries of the two lovers. His cock was not getting any softer.

Periodically he would cruise up his street and see if the sports car was still there. The snow was covering it more thickly now. Maybe he should go somewhere – shit, he didn’t even know if the canlı bahis şirketleri car would leave at all tonight. Maybe he should go find a hotel room or something.

At least in a hotel room he could jack off.

An hour passed, an hour and a half. Insanity. Somebody was going to think he was casing the neighborhood and call the cops.

But then he saw it, the little car coming towards him on the snowy street. It slid a little bit as it turned the corner and then disappeared. He didn’t try to see the driver but he noticed that there was no passenger. Another block and he turned into his driveway, pulling into the snowless gap left by the yellow car. He turned off the car and sat for a moment. His heart was pounding and his throat felt tight. Okay. Time to go in.

The lights were off on the first floor but when he banged the door shut he heard his wife calling from upstairs.

“It’s me,” he called back. He took off his coat and laid it on the banister, pulled off his boots. Then he looked up the stairs and she was standing at the top, naked. Her arms were hugging each other.

“Hi,” she said. She smiled at him. “Come on up,” she added. “I’m getting cold.”

He followed her up and stood in the bedroom door. She had already crawled into the bed and drawn the covers up.

“Brr,” she said. “What are you waiting for? Get into bed and warm me up.”

But he hesitated. The room felt strange, the bed didn’t look right. The smell was not the smell that the two of them, him and his wife, left in the air. Sweat and semen, he thought, but not his semen.

He undid his belt and slowly stripped off his clothes, got into bed.

Her body was damp in his arms. He looked into her eyes, feeling her belly against his, then leaned forward to kiss her. His head swam with the warmth of her, the softness of her skin, and he flexed, pushing his erection up against her.

“Mmm,” she whispered. “That’s nice.”

He made a contented noise and kissed her again. This felt familiar at least. How could it be, that there’d been a stranger in his bed just minutes ago? It felt unreal.

Her hands gripped his shoulders and she moved slightly, took one of his thighs between hers, his cock still hard against her belly.

“Did you like the movie?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Who was that guy?”

“Arthur,” she said. “Nobody you know.”

He didn’t answer. He moved his leg slowly between hers.

“Mmm,” she said again. “That is very nice. Is it nice that I’m still turned on for you even after having fucked Arthur?”

He kissed her again. “I want to fuck you,” he murmured.

“Not quite yet,” she said. “Where’s your phone?”

He paused. “My phone?”

“I want to watch it with you. The video.”

“Why not on your phone?”

“Your phone has a bigger screen,” she said.

He reached off the bed and grabbed his pants, found the phone and opened the video. She lay on her side, holding the phone. He pushed up against her from behind, watching the video, his cock pressing hard between the cheeks of her ass.

“It’s strange to watch,” she said after it ended. “I mean…” She rolled in his arms and faced him. “You really like watching it?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Why? Well, it… turns me on.”

“Watching another man fuck your wife?”

He paused. It was complicated. Maybe it was more like “watching my wife fuck another man” but he wasn’t sure how to explain the distinction.

She was scrolling through his phone, had found the photo album labeled simply “Her”. Photos she’d sent him, scenes of her past adventures. She paused on the first one, the one she’d sent from a hotel room after her first time with another man. She crowed.

“Look at that cock,” she said. It was an arresting sight, a hugely erect (but wet and obviously post-coital) cock with her hand wrapped around it. She looked over at him and smiled. “You save all these photos,” she said. “Do you look at them?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

“Do you jack off with them?”

‘Yeah,” he said. “Sometimes.”

She sighed. “I’m so glad you like them,” she said. “It makes me feel like… you know. This is us. Not just me. I would never have… gone with anyone else. You know that.”

“I know.”

“But when you told me…”

His mouth closed on hers. He knew what she was going to say. He was thinking about it too, about how it had all started, with just a lot of hot talk about a man she found attractive. How turned on it had made him, had made them both. How he had finally told her, his heart in his mouth and the words coming straight from his cock, “I want you to fuck him.”

Things had never been the same after that.

She moved next to him, again capturing his thigh between hers so she could rub against him. “I love you,” she whispered.

“Me too,” he said.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she asked.

“I’m dying to,” he told her.

“Mmm,’ she said. “This is nice. Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” canlı kaçak iddaa he said. “But I really want to be inside you.”

She laughed softly. “What if I’ve had enough fucking for one evening?”

He paused. “You haven’t, have you?”

“No,” she said. “There’s always something left for you. Lie back.”

He lay back and she straddled him, rubbing her cunt against his cock. His hands came up to grip her ass.

“The problem with Arthur,” she told him. “Is he always wants to be on top.”

He didn’t answer.

“And you know,” she said. “Sometimes a girl likes to be on top as well.” She lowered herself slightly, taking the tip of him inside her. “Was that a hot movie?” she asked him.

“So hot,” he assured her. “Fuck me.”

“I will,” she said. She wiggled her hips. “Tell me how hot it was.”

He was starting to feel a little irritated. He wanted to fuck, not talk about a movie, even a hot movie.

“I kind of wish,” he burst out. “I could have seen your face, not his.”

“You mean watching me come?”

He paused. “Yeah.”

She rocked and his cock slid further into her and back. “You can watch me come like this,” she told him. “Up close and in real life.”

“You’re never really in any of the movies or the photos,” he said.

“No,” she agreed. “I’d rather not be. Visible I mean.”

He thought about this. It kind of made sense but it still would be nice to have a video of her lost in orgasm, or at least a photo. One that showed her face.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “No movies but I’ll see what I can do.”

“What do you mean?”

She leaned down and kissed him. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid into his. Her hips shifted and suddenly he was inside her, all the way in. He thrust upward into her, feeling the warmth of her around him, the pressure of her thighs against his sides.

“Yes,” she murmured, rocking. The movement of her body was exhilarating. He kept on thrusting upward, driving himself into her. It was all he could feel or think about, his cock and her cunt, her body on his, breasts pressing against him, hands gripping him. In a moment, in another moment, but not too soon. God.

She sighed. “Yes,” she said again. “Like that.” Her eyes closed. His hips were bouncing up and down on the bed now, driving him into her.

“Oh…” she said. “Oh fuck me. Yes. I’m coming. Oh….” She moaned. “Oh. So good.”

And now it was time. It was a shattering, shuddering thing. As the fluid spurted out of him and into her, his head spun. There was nothing like it, nothing that came close. His legs were still driving him upward, still pushing his cock deeper into her cunt. And then he was done, emptied, and he lay there gasping.

She was lying on his chest, also panting. “God,” she said.

—

It snowed again three days later, on Valentine’s Day. He drove home impatiently in the gathering dusk. The streets were a mess and it didn’t pay to rush things when conditions were this bad but he didn’t want to be late. They had dinner reservations, she’d made them, she wouldn’t tell him where, wanted it to be a surprise.

He had a surprise for her too. It had been tough, finding the right present for her this Valentine’s Day – the first one since she’d started… well… since their marriage had changed. Jewelry had always been his go-to gift. But the ornaments for her body were now part of what she shared with her lovers. Even in that first photo, the one of her gripping the cock, her rings, wedding and engagement, and a beautiful delicate bracelet he’d given her, were part of what made the shot so vivid.

It’s not that he didn’t like to see her jewelry in the photos. It just made it more complicated, thinking about buying jewelry that wasn’t just for the two of them.

He’d even wandered into a lingerie store but had retreated almost immediately. The ambiance was totally wrong – selling sex without being sexy. Perky young sales-girls, enormous posters of scantily clad, inaccessible ice-maidens. It bore no more relation to real sex than a pink frosted cupcake does to steak tartare. He had made his way back to the jewelry store and pondered his options a little disconsolately.

But then he saw it. It was a neck-chain with two charms at the end of it – one the Venus-symbol of a loop with a cross and the other the Mars-symbol of a loop with an arrow poking out the top. They were elegant, stylized, delicate, and they hung on a ring at the bottom of the chain as an emblem of couplehood.

He asked to see it and held it in his hands. “I wonder,” he asked the girl behind the counter. “If you could make a small change to it?”

“Like what?” she asked. She was young, pretty in a sweetness-and-bubble-gum sort of way and he wasn’t sure how to say it to her.

“Could you add another Mars, another male symbol, here?” He pointed on the other side of the Venus. It would be a woman between two men. They would jangle together, the woman bouncing off the two men, their arrows touching canlı kaçak bahis her in turn. It would be perfect.

The girl stared at him, wide-eyed. “Um, probably,” she said. “I’ll have to, uh… check.”

“Could you please?” he asked patiently.

The woman who had to be consulted was older and did not remind him of bubble gum. She gave him a narrow look and nodded. “Of course,” she said. “No problem. When do you need it?”

“The fourteenth,” he said. “Or earlier.”

She gave him another look. “Valentine’s,” she said. “Okay. but it won’t be earlier.”

And now here he was, driving home with the box in his coat pocket, on Valentine’s Day. And as he finally drove down the street to his house, he felt good. It was going to be a good evening.

That’s when he saw the car in the driveway. But it wasn’t the small yellow sports car, Arthur’s car. It was a huge black sedan with tinted windows in the back, a Mafia don’s car if Mafia dons actually rode in cars like that. He pulled up in the street and stared at it, then he got out and walked towards the house.

She was in the bedroom, applying makeup.

“Oh wow,” he said when saw her. She was wearing a new dress, bright red and very short, spaghetti straps grazing her bare shoulders. She smiled at him.

“Hi,’ she said softly. “Happy Valentine’s Night.”

“Wow,” he said again. “You look… hot.”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “That’s the goal,” she said primly.

He paused, suddenly uncertain. “I have something for you,” he said. “I don’t know, I thought I’d give it to you now, in case you wanted to wear it.” He held out the box.

She smiled at him again and took the box. “I have something for you too,” she said. “I’ll give it to you after you get dressed.” She tore off the gold wrapping paper and opened the box, then stared at the necklace and slowly took it out. She held it up against her neck, looking at it in the mirror. The two male charms bounced against the female between them and shone in the light.

He edged up behind her, putting his arms around her waist, then kissed the side of her neck.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s… beautiful,” she said slowly. “But rather.. blatant, don’t you think?”

His heart sank. “Oh,” he said.

“I mean,” she said. “For the right occasion, yeah.” She caught his eye in the mirror. “But what would be the right occasion? It’s kind of a strong statement… I don’t know. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” he said miserably. “I thought it was kind of fun, I guess.”

She nodded and patted his hand. “I’ll wear it,” she said. “I just need to think about when. Maybe at home when it’s just the two of us?”

He nodded. She turned in his arms and kissed him. “I love you,” she said softly. “You’re the most thoughtful husband in the world, maybe the most thoughtful husband in world history.” She gave him another kiss. “Okay?”

He nodded and disengaged himself. “I need to get dressed,” he said, a little gruffly. It hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped it would.

“Yes,” she said. “Then I’ll give you your surprise.”

He started to turn away to go to his closet then stopped. “What’s with that huge car in the driveway?” he asked.

“That’s part of the surprise,” she said. “Now get dressed.”

He dressed with care, aware of the standard she had set with her hot red dress. He snuck a peek at her, intent on her makeup. She was wearing black lace stockings with a subtle pattern of hearts. It was Valentine’s Night after all. A pair of gold shoes lay at her feet. Her gaze shifted and she caught his eye.

“Almost ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “What time is our reservation?”

“We’re fine,” she said vaguely. “Come here and let me look at you.”

Obediently he went over and she stood up to inspect him. She adjusted his tie and then inclined her face up to his.

“Kiss?” she said.

He kissed her and she sighed happily.

“Okay,” she said. “Time for your surprise. Close your eyes, no peeking.”

He shut his eyes and he heard a drawer opening and closing. She took his hands and put something in them, something soft on one side and smooth on the other.

“Okay,” she said. Her voice sounded nervous or excited. He opened his eyes. It was a hat, a grey cloth cap with a small black visor. He stared at it blankly, then looked at her.

“Uh, thanks,” he said. He paused. “Why…” he began.

She lifted a finger to his lips. “I have something to tell you,” she said. She was definitely nervous now. She took a deep breath. “I have a date tonight.”

He stared at her. “Yes,” he said. “It’s Valentine’s. We’re..”

“No,” she interrupted. “I have a date with Arthur.” She paused. “You’re going to drive us.” She gave the hat a little wave. “It’s a chauffeur’s hat. And the car outside…”

“I get it,” he said. But he still didn’t understand.

“It’s what you wanted,” she said quickly. “What you said the other day. You know… about wanting to watch me… and him…” She trailed off.

“Jesus,” he said.

She bit her lip. “Maybe I misunderstood,” she said softly.

“No… it’s…” He shook his head. “Just give me a second to think… you mean you’d do it in the car with him? And I would… be there?”

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“This name is vaguely familiar,” thought Torrey. “Panoff. Panoff. Panoff? No clue.”

Anne Panoff added you as a friend on Facebook. We need to confirm that you know Anne in order for you to be friends on Facebook.

“No time for this.”

Torrey flipped back over to his work but the name kept bouncing into his head like a sticky song lyric. Even after a few emails, a phone call and a meeting, the name kept bobbing up and down in his memory.

Anne? Anne? Anne!

He finally had a moment to click on the link. As soon as he saw Anne’s smile on her facebook picture, he froze and his heart felt like it stopped beating. “My god, it’s Anne Gold.”

Torrey’s memories flashed by like a slideshow on fast forward.

Anne Gold.

Beautiful, happy, sexy Anne Gold. High school crush. High school “coulda been, shoulda been” girlfriend. Cheerleader. Those eyes. That body. That smile. Her hair. Her skin…

Then, that date. The date. Monument Point. Anne curled up in the passenger seat of his Mustang. Parking and looking at the skyline. Their bodies moving closer, silently. Hands brushing. Turning to her. Kissing her. Those lips. My god.

Unbuttoning her blouse. Her breasts held by the most beautiful bra he’d ever seen. Oh and those breasts. They seemed to want to burst from her skin. Kissing Anne and holding her breasts. Not rushing. Savoring. My dear, sweet god.

Driving home thinking about the two of them together. What could have been? Cheerleader Anne. Running back Torrey. Her smile. He could drown in her eyes and happiness.

But then. Kris. His steady. Manipulative. Sexy. First lover. Played guilt strings like an Itzhak Perlman played the violin. Threats. Tears. Screaming. Make-up sex. Finally, no more dates with Anne. No more talking with Anne. No explanations, no closure. No more sweet kisses.

Anne’s confusion. Then silence. Then cold shoulder.

“I was an ass,” Torrey said out loud. “And a fool.”

After all these years, Torrey had given hardly any thoughts to Kris, his literal high school sweetheart. But his torch burned bright for Anne. He could never forget her.

And now she was here on Facebook. Torrey sunk back in his leather chair. Anne Gold. Wow.

Torrey replied with his consent. And then the phone rang and he turned to back to his work. In an hour he was on his way to the airport for a business trip. In another hour he was sprawled in first class with his laptop open in front of him with the different files splayed on his screen.

Work was piled up. Artisan Property proposal, a six figure marketing project. Theodore Tech, a big advertising program. Wilson, a huge website redesign. DBQ Fine Foods new product launch. These projects would pay the bills for a long time and could spring Torrey’s company to a new level. Yet…

Anne Gold. Anne Gold. Anne Gold.

I have to write her a note. Does she remember? Does she remember Monument Point? Does she know what really happened?

Torrey took the two hour flight to write and rewrite an email to Anne.

Hi Anne…wonderful surprise…been such a long time…glad you reached out…it’s been 30 years…I graduated Yale and then worked in Manhattan…lucky in my career…married…three kids…working hard…divorced…

And then:

I remember our date at Monument Point. Sigh. You probably forgot.

Torrey deleted and undeleted this line until it was time to “turn off all electronic devices and return seat backs and tray tables to their upright and locked position.” When he arrived at his hotel, he kept the Monument Point reference and sent it.

At the hotel bar, Torrey thought hard about Anne and his memories. Now he allowed himself the luxury of full blown reminiscence. Anne was a different kind of girl from those he dated in high school, college and as a single man on the fast track. She was confident. Secure. Not needy. Witty. Safe in her own skin. With the benefit of 30 years wisdom, Torrey knew that he had looked for girls that needed him. Back then, he’d not had enough self-confidence to rely on a girl just liking him. He needed their dependence to feel safe. Anne’s independence was exhilarating but a little scary at the time.

And of course Torrey remembered Anne’s beauty. She was petite, with an incredibly sexy body. She was fit, strong and vibrant. Her breasts were extraordinary and her skin was exquisitely soft. Her chocolate hair adorned her beautiful face like a lion’s mane. Her eyes were wonderfully sexy and green, alternately flashing with laughter or smoldering with desire. Anne was sparkling.

Sweet Anne. Sweet, sweet Anne.

Torrey thought about their night making out at Monument Point. Anne was so in the moment with him. He remembered how responsive she was, how electric her skin felt to his touch. He could have kissed her wondrous breasts for hours. Torrey remembered how he held her face in his hands, kissing her lips gently before darting his tongue in her mouth. güvenilir bahis He remembered that she liked it when he bit her lower lip. Most of all Torrey remembered how he felt instantly that he and Anne could have been torrid lovers.

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Anne could not believe that she’d had the gumption to Facebook Torrey right out of the blue like that. How could she do that?

Anne had been quite successful herself, raising two children and then starting her own company. Her firm took off, grossing in the seven figures immediately. Eventually, she sold out to her partners and now she ran a team of people in the financial industry and was moving up through the ranks quickly. While this came at the expense of her marriage, Anne had felt that she was ready for the next stage of her life. Her smarts, perseverance, and enthusiasm were a perfect combination in the world of business and she confidently tackled any new challenge.

While she had the wonderful combination of a pretty face and that extraordinary body, she carried herself well. She was very comfortable in her own skin, so to speak, and she was neither embarrassed nor overly proud of her beauty. Her ease with herself made her somewhat intimidating to simpler men who thought they could win her over with just a few compliments, some humor or their own good looks.

She was not sure why she had reached out to Torrey, but she was glad nonetheless. He had pursued her, won a date with her and then stopped. He was attached to that crazy bitch Kris, but even still the abruptness of their ending was a bit strange.

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Through the course of several emails and phone calls, Torrey and Anne brought each other up to date with their lives, their loves, and their careers. The chemistry that they felt was undeniable, and the desire that developed through their correspondence was palpable.

But while each had the freedom of time and money to have dashed out to each other at a moment’s notice, they had not. In a way, they knew that the best thing would be to let their passion simmer through their emails and phone calls. They became friends again first and then confidantes.

Finally, they made arrangements to meet at the Governor Towers Hotel in Manhattan, New York being a favorite spot both of them. Torrey arrived earlier in the day and took advantage of the time. He worked out at the club and then relaxed with a long sauna. Afterward in his suite, he put on one of the plush white robes hanging in the closet. He had a glass of Pinot Noir and had some fruit sent up. While lazing about that afternoon, Torrey thought about how he would make love with Anne, and he could feel himself getting hard. He took himself in his hands and stroked himself to a full hard-on. But he resisted the need for satisfaction, knowing that this would come later.

He heard the knock on the door and opened it with anticipation. Anne waited in the doorway, her smile dazzling and her energy tangible. She was wearing a sexy dress, with thin material and a blue floral print. The dress highlighted her body wondrously. Torrey swept her into the room. Their eyes sparkled and danced the way they always had 30 years earlier, and Anne could feel the flood of passion that seemed to have always been there between them.

After only a few moments, the former lovers could not resist each other. Torrey took Anne into his strong arms and they looked deep into each others eyes. Torrey brushed the hair away from Anne’s face and then touched her face, tracing her soft skin. Their eyes met again and he leaned down to kiss her, their lips softly meeting and their tongues dancing and exploring.

Anne sucked Torrey’s lower lip between hers and ran her tongue over and over it again, and then inside his mouth, darting it in and out. Torrey kissed his way up Anne’s neck to her ears, and she could feel his warm breath. He took her earlobe between his full lips, and held it while he licked it slowly with his soft tongue.

Feeling how Torrey was kissing her neck and ears and mouth made Anne anticipate how he would make love to the rest of her body later. She could feel her passion starting to make her pussy wet and she began to grind her hips against Torrey. She could feel his hardness already against her belly, and she moaned against his lips as they kissed. Her hands fell down to Torrey’s firm ass and she pulled him closer to her.

Torrey took Anne’s hand and led her toward the bed. She laid back and watched Torrey undress. Torrey hesitated for a second, and then boldly, almost proudly, removed his robe. Fully naked, he stood before Anne, his hardness rising against his stomach. Anne’s eyes met Torrey’s and then gazed slowly down his fit body, stopping at his hard cock. It was pulsing and firm and almost crimson with desire. She could feel her pussy getting wet.

Torrey held Anne’s ankles and pulled her toward himself, until her ass was on the edge of the bed. He knelt between türkçe bahis her legs and unwrapped her sexy body from the loose confines of her dress. Then it was Torrey’s turn to gaze, and he looked hungrily at Anne’s sexy body, his cock pulsing involuntarily as he took in her breasts, rising and falling with her quickening breath, and her firm outstretched legs.

Torrey kissed the tops of Anne’s feet and toes and moved up her ankles, his lips tracing light butterfly kisses on her smooth skin. Raising her legs, he kissed behind her knees and ran his fingertips over her legs. He moved his hands and fingers and lips over the skin of her upper thighs. Torrey kissed all around her pussy and above it to the smoothness of her belly. He teased her, almost touching her where she wanted him too. He ran the backs of his fingertips up her belly to the bottom of her full breasts, lightly caressing their underside, on the way to her shoulders. He moved his naked body up hers, and she could feel his hardness now, hot and urgent against her thigh. He straddled Anne’s body and looked down at her.

Anne reached down as if to hold Torrey’s cock in her hands, but instead she raked her red fingernails over his thighs and belly, teasing him in return. She could feel his strong chest muscles as she touched him and could feel him shudder as she pinched his nipples.

Torrey caressed all around her breasts, moving closer and closer to the nipples, but not quite touching her there yet. Finally, he pressed his palms into her breasts, letting her now very hard nipples slide between his fingers, where he could squeeze them. Torrey took Anne’s hands in his and placed them on his throbbing cock. She finally took his member in both her hands, and she could not believe how hot and urgent it was against her cool fingers. Torrey’s excitement was almost overwhelming, and he placed his hands over Anne’s on his cock and made her stroke him up and down. Anne groaned when she saw a bead of pre-cum form at the engorged head of Torrey’s cock, and then another, and another, as the juice run down his shaft, covering her fingers.

Torrey leaned down to cup one breast with both hands, and took a nipple between his soft lips, suckling it into his mouth, his tongue dancing all around and over it. He could feel Anne’s small hands and cool fingers embracing his cock, her thumbs pressed against the underside. His cock felt like a fiery poker in her hands, almost hot to the touch, aflame for her.

“Good god Anne, how I have wanted you,” said Torrey, groaning as she stroked him.

Anne was almost panting now, her need for Torrey so intense. “Oh Torrey, my god, please take me, I need you. Please.” She looked again at his enraged cock almost erupting in her hands and she groaned against Torrey’s lips.

But instead, Torrey moved back down her body, and knelt again between Anne’s legs. He placed his hands on each of her thighs and parted them, where he could look at her. Anne let him gaze at her pussy, thrilling at her own brazenness, unashamed and lusty. Torrey kissed her thighs and moved lower. He reached under and cupped Anne’s ass with his strong hands and lifted her to his face. She could feel his warm breath on her pussy lips, and then she could feel his lips getting closer and closer to touching her. Torrey kissed on both sides of her pussy, and ran his tongue up and down, almost touching her outer lips, teasing her relentlessly.

“Oh god, Torrey, please. Please touch me. Please touch me. Please.” Anne groaned as she thrust her hips at Torrey’s face, trying to make contact with her yearning pussy, needing relief. She put both hands on the back of his head, trying to push his mouth against her pussy, but he was too strong, and was able to resist her need.

Torrey leaned back and then moved in again, this time letting his tongue run so lightly run up the middle of Anne’s pussy, up and down again, and again gently spreading her swollen lips. Anne’s body relaxed and then tensed again as Torrey licked between her lips, tasting her and loving her. His lips and tongue swirled back and forth. She could feel his full lips surround her clit, and her tongue ran lazy circles around and around it, moving closer and closer. Then she felt his lips close around her hard clit. Torrey took it softly into his waiting mouth, pressing against it with his tongue, and then over and around again and again.

“OH MY GOD,” panted Anne, as she began to come. She raised her arms to her sides, and bit her knuckle as she rolled her head from side to side. Her breasts were heaving as she came; thrusting her hips against Torrey, and feeling him bury his face deep in her pussy.

Just then, Torrey inserted a fingertip in her pussy, and then another. He inserted them just a little ways into her, pressing up against her, letting her feel the pressure there. He began to stroke her steadily with his fingers, sometimes pressing upwards, sometimes circling inside her, and sometimes spreading his strong güvenilir bahis siteleri fingers deep in her. All the while, Torrey’s lips and tongue were swirling and sucking and devouring her, tasting, taking in her warm sexiness.

Anne began to come again, harder and harder as the waves crashed over her body.

“Ohhh” she cried, thrusting her hips. As she thrust up, she slid her clit over Torrey’s soft mouth and on the movement down, she impaled herself on his strong fingers, moving inside her pussy.

“Oh my god, oh god, can’t stop, can’t stop coming, ooooooo,” Anne whimpered, completely oblivious to anything but her own pleasure.

Rather than let his lover come down and catch her breath, Torrey moved his mouth and tongue steadier, and faster. He moved his fingers deeper inside her, until he was churning them in and out as though he was fucking her. Anne arched her back again, pressing her pussy into his willing mouth as he buried his face in her. Anne clenched the bed sheets with her toes and fingers and writhed in the throes of her multiple orgasms.

“Oh god, please, please, let me stop, please, oh god”, cried Anne, her head shaking from side to side. She put her feet on Torrey’s strong shoulders, and the heat from his body set her off again. “Ahhhh!” she cried, her pussy spasming again and again. I can’t stop!”

Torrey finally slowed his pace, and removed his hands and mouth from Anne’s pussy. She relaxed, for a second, and reached down for Torrey’s cock. He was moving up her body, his need extraordinary now. She almost fainted when she held his cock. It was so engorged it felt like it was going to burst and was soaking wet from all the pre-cum oozing forth. She stroked him with one hand, her fingers almost unable to reach around the hot shaft. With the other hand, she cradled his balls, and she could not believe how heavy and full they felt. She was almost coming again, knowing how excited and close to orgasm Torrey was. She pulled him by the cock upwards, moving it towards her pussy.

Torrey took her legs and spread them wide. He raised himself above her, holding himself up at the knees and with his arms fully outstretched. There was no body contact whatsoever except for the swollen head of his cock at the entrance to Anne’s pussy.

She was panting now and looked up at him with glazed eyes. “Please…” she whispered.

Torrey said, “Sweet Anne, I want you. I have to have you. Please baby, I want you.”

He looked into her eyes and he slowly entered her, inch by throbbing inch, so slowly it was almost torturous. Their thoughts were focused on Torrey’s thick shaft entering Anne’s incredibly wet pussy. Torrey finally entered her completely, and Anne could feel his heat, deep inside her, filling her completely. Then Torrey slowly began to withdraw, again inch by inch, until he was completely outside of her, his cock head resting against her pussy lips. Without stopping he entered her again, slowly once more and then slowly withdrew.

Again and again, Torrey eased his hard cock into Anne’s wet pussy, slowly penetrating her with exquisite torture for both of them. Anne watched Torrey, his eyes closed, his face almost grimacing in complete ecstasy. She loved to see his pleasure and she thrilled to know that she was able to please him as he had pleasured her.

Finally, Torrey could not control himself any longer and his need and urgency took over. His hips began to move faster and faster until he was pistoning his cock in and out of Anne’s pussy. He was making long strokes still, completely withdrawing and re-entering her pussy with each thrust, the head of his pulsating cock spreading her wet folds. He began to move faster and faster until he could feel the thunderbolt begin deep in his thighs and behind his head all at once.

Anne could feel Torrey’s intensity increase and watched his face as he began to move so quickly. His mouth opened into an oval, as though he was screaming, but no sound came out. She reached up to take his hands and he held them over her head, clenching them in his passion. Torrey’s hips were a blur now, as he pounded his cock into Anne’s frame, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.

“OH MY GOD,” Torrey cried out, his cock almost bursting inside Anne. He could not believe how hard he was coming. He could feel his balls clench as they prepared to unload his seed deep inside her. “OH MY GOD!”

Anne could feel his cock beginning to spasm deep inside her. It felt like a hot snake writhing inside her body, and as she felt these tremors and watched Torrey’s expression of complete pleasure, she came again for a final time.

“Ohh’ she wailed, “Yes. Agaaaainnnn”.

“I have to see you”, she panted, and she slid her body quickly, taking Torrey’s cock out of her and holding it in her hand hands, jacking it back and forth as thought it were still in her pussy. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, squeezing gently. As heavy and as full as they were before, they now felt like two ripe lemons now, ready to burst.

As soon as Torrey felt Anne’s cool fingers surrounding his inflamed cock, he began coming. Her expert hands were coaxing his sperm from his balls, and he felt the explosions begin.

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