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Chapter Sixteen — To Getting Over It

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? I don’t think you’ve missed a party since freshman year,” Kane pointed out. He was eyeing him in the most suspicious manner, and Maddox tried to keep steady under that searching gaze. But if Kane thought he could successfully fish for any information by playing it cool, he was wrong. Maddox didn’t want to tell his friends that Jonathan was coming over so that they could fuck and get over it.

Therefore, he had invented that he didn’t feel too hot and wasn’t up for partying and that he’d rather stay at home. “Well, if I came with you, I’d only feel out of it and ruin everyone’s mood.”

“Where does it hurt, exactly?” Dex asked.

“My head,” Maddox said and placed a hand over his belly.

Dex and Kane rolled their eyes at the same time. “Is this sudden affliction called Jonathan Hamilton?”

Maddox groaned. “You two should just leave already. Good thing Rusty’s not here. I’d have to explain myself to him, too, and I really don’t feel like it.”

“Why do you want to keep it a secret from us that you have Jonathan coming over?” Kane asked.

“And do you plan on doing it in the kitchen? Because I haven’t seen you clean that room with so much enthusiasm in ages, and by that, I mean never,” Dex chimed in.

“No, but Jonathan wants to cook.”

He wanted so much to bite his tongue the moment the words left his mouth.

“Omigod, you’re such a married couple,” Kane said with a reverent sigh.

“We’re nothing like that,” Maddox protested. “And could you just leave? I don’t want him to find you here. You’re going to ogle him like you’ve never seen a dude like him before.”

Another unnerving exchange between Kane and Dex. “Well, we haven’t, at least not one the same age as us,” Dex said promptly. “If the dude manages to cook something remotely edible, I’d say you should marry him. ‘Cause we all know how helpless you are around the kitchen.”

“Look at the pot calling the kettle black,” Maddox shot back. “You all only survive on takeout and nothing else.”

“I cook,” Kane said, somewhat defensively.

“Yeah, when you want to impress Louise, but we all know that you’re past that stage, and you wouldn’t boil an egg if the chances of your starving were through the roof.”

Kane pursed his lips in displeasure. Apparently, under their roof, cooking had turned into a sore subject. At least, Dex wasn’t affected. His dads were both great home cooks, yet nothing of the kind had rubbed off on him, by some miracle.

“I think we should leave lover boy alone. Keeping my fingers crossed that you two don’t end up with food poisoning, though,” Dex said.

“Jonathan knows how to cook,” Maddox replied and crossed his arms. “We’ll be fine, but only if you’re out of the door in less than five minutes.”

“All right, all right,” Kane waved, “but how long are you going to keep this a secret? All the girls on campus are starting to think that you found yourself a sweetheart somewhere that’s definitely not here.”

His friends could be so annoying sometimes. He ran one hand through his hair and groaned. “Well, it’s not like it’s their business what I do. And Jonathan and I, we don’t know if this is, you know, a fluke or something.”

Kane’s eyebrows shot up. “You talked about it? Like two adults?”

Maddox felt rightfully superior. “Yeah, totally like that. We have the hots for each other, and we’re working on it. It’s not like we’re falling in love or anything.” He put on a brave face as he said that.

“See, Kane?” Dex said with a grin. “Pay up.”

Kane sighed and placed a ten-dollar bill in his friend’s open palm. “There you go, asshole,” he said with half affection, half annoyance.

“Did the rate go up?” Maddox asked. “You know what? Never mind. Just go already, and let me know when the stakes are high enough for someone like me to get in the game.”

“I don’t even know what he means by that,” Kane commented as Dex grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to walk toward the door.

He let out a relieved breath once his friends were finally out of the house. Another cursory look around the place let him know that he could have done better with the cleaning, but there was no more time to dwell on that. However, he needed to have a serious talk with Rusty over feeding the poor potted plants with beer. What they needed right now was an all-expenses paid vacation to a rehab.

***

Suddenly, he was very troubled and uncertain about his cooking skills. It was true that he had dedicated himself to the hobby only since he had left home, but seeing how most things he made were edible, it could only mean that he had a knack for it.

Maybe he had gone overboard, he thought as he placed all the ingredients in the thermal bag.

“I don’t want to pry or anything, but are you going on a picnic?” Ray asked from the door to the small kitchen.

“Yes,” Jonathan replied with a small smile. There was nothing wrong with joking around with Ray, seeing how Anadolu Yakası Escort much teasing his bestie slash roommate inflicted on him on a regular basis.

“On Saturday night?”

“Why aren’t you at some party by now?” Jonathan asked.

“I will be. I’ll go pick Hannah up in about ten minutes. But you made me curious with all those preparations. The only reason I’m not jealous that I won’t be able to eat whatever you’re making is because you’re obviously planning a romantic dinner with the one whose name won’t be pronounced in this house.”

“You make it sound like he’s a demon or something,” Jonathan commented with a chuckle. “And since it’s just you and me, you can say his name.”

“Maddox will be so impressed. Gosh, if he hasn’t fallen for you by now, he will, for sure. I mean, no one can resist your cooking. Are you sure you weren’t a royal chef in a past life? We should go see one of those medium types or whatever they’re called.”

“Do you mean scammers who pretend that they can talk to dead people?”

“Yeah, those.”

“No, thanks. I’d rather not throw money out the window.”

“You know, a lot of people are commenting on how you look like you come from old money or something like that.”

“A lot of people or Sunny Hill Xpress?”

Ray cocked his head and then sighed. “You know the answer. And it’s none of my business, but you’re so clear-headed and careful about how you use your money that I feel like an irresponsible high-roller or something compared to you.”

“Don’t worry. I was practically forced into becoming like this. Not that I ever was a big spender or anything like that.”

“You must have spent some real dough on that dinner, though,” Ray said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“You got me, yes. I splurged a little.”

“Hmm, so it must be some special occasion then. Are you going to propose?”

If he were a hopeless romantic, Jonathan had no idea what to call Ray. Right now, his bestie was only half-joking about proposing. He only hoped Hannah was fine with having such an extra guy for a boyfriend.

“No. I must say the thought is as remote from my mind as it can be.”

“But you like him,” Ray said teasingly while swinging his body and clasping his hands together like a swooning heroine.

“I do, but that’s not the point. The chances are that, after tonight, we might not see each other much,” Jonathan gave voice to the thoughts that had been circling around in his mind like a pack of wolves ever since his last conversation with Maddox.

Ray blinked a few times. “I’m not sure I follow. So, you’re making your breakup special by cooking something delicious?”

“It cannot be called a breakup if there’s no relationship to begin with,” Jonathan explained.

“Ah, my head hurts. You know what, JJ? Just go with the flow. I don’t know if it’s just me, but you seem like a guy who’s overthinking everything. That’s not good for you, so promise me that you won’t jump to any conclusions before you even have the chance to get to know the guy properly.”

That was the truth. Besides their mutual attraction, had he made any effort to get to know Maddox? Not really. Actually, Maddox had been the one to freely offer details about his life and ask Jonathan about his. He, on the other hand, had been defensive and hadn’t cared about learning more.

Even if he weren’t ready to talk about the mess that was his past, that didn’t mean that he should keep from learning as much as he could about the real Mad Dawg. Maddox had promised him that he would tell him the story behind that moniker, and he only needed to wait for their month of hooking up to end to get there.

He shook his head. What was he thinking? It was even more dangerous to get to know Maddox. The BMOC of Sunny Hill was like nothing he had imagined such a person would be. It was so easy to like him due to his easygoing personality, a personality that shouldn’t have come attached to such stunning looks. According to Jonathan’s experience, handsome young men like that were usually assholes, but who was he to apply labels now?

“I can tell you’re thinking of how to tell him how much you like him,” Ray said, forcing him out of his mental torment.

“I am not,” he protested.

Ray grinned. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed. Gosh, you make such a beautiful couple.” He did that swooning thing again.

“For the record, Ray, you sound just like a grandma.”

At that, his roommate made a sour face. “Definitely not. But I won’t worry about you. If you’re not gutsy enough to tell him how you feel, he’ll surely tell you.”

He would say something, for sure, but nothing like what Ray thought. Tonight was about getting over it, after all. But first, they would enjoy a delicious meal, and then a session of delicious sex…

Good thing Ray had already said goodbye while he was still wrapped up in his thoughts. He sighed from the depths of his soul as he grabbed the bottle of wine. He had never had that kind of sex, and Maddox hadn’t ever been with Kurtköy Escort a boy, but he knew that it was going to be an unforgettable experience.

One that would mark him forever, but there was no turning back from it now, unless Maddox suddenly decided he didn’t want them to sleep together, after all. Now that was something to keep his hopes high for, he thought, a forlorn sensation flooding his entire being.

He was overthinking things, as Ray said. It was just sex. He would have it and be done with it. His attraction toward Maddox would finally reach its apex, and they would be done, whatever that meant.

***

A flutter of anticipation was making his belly feel a little funny. What the hell was wrong with him? He had hooked up for like dozens of times, right?

Yeah, a tiny voice told him, but never with someone like Jonathan. The dude was freaking unique; Maddox couldn’t recall if he had ever met anyone remotely similar for the simple fact that no one else had ever made him feel like this. The symptoms of a crush were all there. But at this point, he suspected that what he felt was more than a crush.

Whatever, he tried to downplay the butterflies in his stomach. While Dex and Kane had been there, teasing him, it had been easy to keep a calm face and not think too hard about what he would do once Jonathan was there, but now, he was all alone with his thoughts.

Would he live up to expectations? After all, it wasn’t like he had ever done a dude in the bum. And Jonathan’s bum was something else. All it took was to remember how it felt to grab those perky buttocks and pinch them, and his cock got rock hard. How would it feel to slide his cock between them, enjoying all that friction?

Damn, now his cock wanted more of that imagination-fueled fantasy. Maybe he could jerk off once. A short look at his phone convinced him that there was no time for that, so he let out a frustrated sigh. If Jonathan was on time, which he suspected he would be, seeing how serious he was all the time, there was no way he could squeeze that in.

Why hadn’t he thought of that earlier? Now he’d have to sit there with a hard-on, while Jonathan played the chef, torturing him with that gorgeous body of his. At that rate, he was sure to lose it. Fuck, he would make a total fool of himself and come too fast.

The first time. There was that. He would surely keep Jonathan in bed for more than once, or else his confidence was doomed.

The bell startled him. “Shoot, I’m going crazy here,” Maddox mumbled under his breath.

He rushed to the door and pulled Jonathan inside by the front of his shirt.

***

Jonathan gasped in surprise as Maddox jumped him the moment they were inside and the door closed behind them. He almost dropped the thermal bag. Maddox grabbed it from his hand, dashed to the refrigerator and stuffed it in there, and then turned toward him with a wild look in his eyes. Cautiously, he placed his shoulder bag on the floor by the door.

“Um, are we in a hurry?” he asked, fairly alarmed.

“Don’t talk,” Maddox warned him and then grabbed him again, making him stumble toward the sofa in the living room.

His shirt, which he had painstakingly ironed during the afternoon, was pulled out of his pants as Maddox climbed on top of him. He was sure his moans were anything but flattering, but he couldn’t help it. His mouth was being devoured by hungry lips and teeth. A bit stupidly, he thought of how he had been right to suggest cooking something to stave off their hunger first since his host appeared to be quite famished.

Whatever Maddox had, Jonathan matched it. A good diagnosis would be fever because their bodies felt so hot wherever they touched. It took little effort to push their pants down, and soon they were humping, cock against cock, right there on the sofa. Any thought of reasoning with Maddox was gone from his mind. All that mattered was that skin on skin friction that promised that they wouldn’t last long.

As engrossed as he had been with all the preparations for their special night, Jonathan had forgotten how he should have taken care of other things, like not behaving like a horny dog the moment he was in the other’s presence.

At least Maddox was just as much into it as he was, and that was a bit of consolation.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Maddox whispered and adjusted his position to grab both their cocks and rub them together fast.

Jonathan couldn’t manage any words at his point. The only thing he could do was to straighten himself up on his elbows so that he could stare helplessly at how Maddox was handling both of their cocks. The heads were glistening now, and they were providing enough lubrication to make the handjob feel fantastic. He watched in disbelief as the peak of his passion overtook him, and his cock erupted like a fountain. Maddox followed shortly thereafter, making their cum mingle, rope after beautiful rope of white.

He collapsed on his back with a groan, and Maddox landed on top of Pendik Escort him. “I think you can start cooking now.”

“Thank you,” Jonathan mumbled. “Just give me five minutes or so.”

Maddox shifted to find a more comfortable position, settling his head against the crook of Jonathan’s shoulder.

***

He hadn’t planned to jump Jonathan’s bones the moment he had come through the door, but he wasn’t surprised at all by his own actions. After all, this guy was making him reconsider everything he knew about himself, and he needed to pay the price for it. Preferably, with his hot sexy body.

After a short trip to the bathroom to clean themselves, they were now supposedly following through with the initial plan, which meant that Maddox was watching Jonathan as he placed something inside the oven and got busy with a sauce that smelled like it had to be something gods had on their table on special occasions. He didn’t dare to say a thing, settling for watching the other, his eyes at half-mast, still feeling pleasantly spent after they had humped each other like dogs only a little earlier.

“I had no idea if you had wine glasses, so I brought two,” Jonathan explained. “And I’m very glad they didn’t break.”

That had to be a jab at how Maddox had grabbed Jonathan’s bag the moment he had set foot inside and thrown it inside the fridge. How could he know there were glasses inside?

To his surprise, Jonathan took two bell-shaped glasses wrapped in brown paper from his shoulder bag and placed them on the table. Ah, so that was where they were. Phew, dodged a bullet there. He doubted Jonathan would like to drink wine from disposable plastic cups.

“You’re right, I don’t have wine glasses.” This dude was ready for everything, it seemed.

Only the way he kept brushing the hair at the back of his head told a different story. Maddox couldn’t tell if Jonathan had butterflies in his stomach, like he had, but he surely wasn’t unaffected.

Still, he was incredibly chill as he took the wine bottle out of the thermal bag he had come with and placed it on the table. “We need to leave this out to reach the right temperature.”

Was he dreaming? Maddox pinched himself and made a face to make sure that Jonathan noticed.

“What is it?”

“I had no idea you wanted to make it that special. I would have picked up some scented candles or something.”

Jonathan frowned slightly. “I find their smell overbearing.”

“Then I did good,” Maddox concluded. “But seriously, you make me feel like such an uneducated Neanderthal. You came here with wine and whatever it is you’re making, and it smells like freaking heaven, and I jumped you at the door.”

The small precious smile was back, much to Maddox’s satisfaction. He was sure no one else was capable of putting it there. He did it all. It was his doing. Jonathan surely didn’t smile for anyone else like that.

“I don’t mind your Neanderthal side.”

Was Jonathan blushing while saying that? Maddox could feel his dick twitching with new anticipation. Gosh, how was he going to look while getting fucked? Maddox had to revise his projected fantasy of having Jonathan on all fours first. No way he would do him like that. He would be on his back so that they could look at each other.

Maddox placed his hands behind his head and let his eyes wander all over Jonathan. “You don’t?”

“Why would I? After all, I’m not far off from being a caveman myself when it comes to you.”

“Just so you know, I usually do a better job of controlling my horniness. It isn’t working lately though.”

“Your family,” Jonathan began, changing tack, “they must be amazing. Seven kids, that’s a full house for sure.”

Maddox didn’t mind talking about himself if that was something Jonathan wanted. “Mom loves kids. One or two weren’t enough for her, and dad just went with the flow, I guess.”

“What does your dad do?” Jonathan asked.

“They run a construction company, mom and dad together. Mom is with the money side, and my oldest brother, Vernon, also works there. I help them during summers, as much as I can.”

“Ah, so that explains the calluses on your hands.”

Maddox looked at his palms. Jonathan was right about that, but he hadn’t ever given it much thought. Yet, it meant that the other had paid a lot of attention to him and maybe stared at him a lot. He grinned at the realization. As much as he liked to believe that he could read Jonathan, it wasn’t that easy, and even a detail like that pleased him.

Unless —

“Do they bother you or something? When I touch you?”

Jonathan offered him that small smile, and there was more of that blush. “No, not at all.” A short silence followed. “I love your hands.”

What would happen if your jaw suddenly fell to the floor? Could it be glued back on, just like that? Maddox touched his chin gingerly to check if that part of his anatomy was still there. To his relief, it was. “Hmm, and what else do you love?” he challenged, stretching lazily, his arms on the table, and his head resting against his right elbow while looking up at Jonathan.

“Stop fishing for extras. I don’t intend to tell you anything else.”

Maddox pouted. “You’re no fun. Why are you blushing so much? We just had some kind of sex on the sofa in the living room.”

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“Well hello, Kitten.”

She was leaning on one elbow looking down at me as I woke up. I had a now familiar feeling in the back of my throat and my ass from the night before. I was getting used to being used by her and her big, black dildo.

“Good morning, Mistress.”

She just smiled as I responded to what was now my new name.

I don’t remember exactly when she decided to change my name. It was sometime after she started using me on a regular basis to take her huge cock in my mouth and ass.

Now i felt her rubbing me through my red, silk panties.

I hated getting hard now. I knew it just meant more frustration for her amusement.

“I’ve got a special treat for you today,” she said.

I knew by the way she said it that it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Not for me anyway.

She turned her naked body on top of mine, pushing her pussy into my face. I knew what to do.

I licked her and tasted her as she rubbed the side of her face on the front of my bulging panties. It was maddening. After a few orgasms she got off, and told me it was time İstanbul Escort to get ready.

“You’ll need to shower first, of course,” she said.

She followed me into the bathroom and then watched me get into the shower, still so hard.

“Here, let me help you with that,” she said.

As I stood there, she reached out and turned on the cold water full blast. It was the punishment I hated most, but sometimes, like now, she would just do it for her own amusement.

I could hear her laugh as I tried to shrink from the ice cold water beating down on me. I went soft immediately.

“That’s better, Kitten,” she said. “I hate it when you’re frustrated.”

I finished showering as quickly as I could, but not before the minimum of 10 minutes that Mistress said I needed just to be clean. It felt like an hour.

***

I knew as soon as we pulled into the parking lot what she had planned. The local salon. She had talked often about having me waxed, but we had never actually done it. Today was the day, apparently.

I cringed inside, but Bayan Escort followed her in the door without a word from either of us.

Inside, the thin college-age girls were busy moving around their stations, clipping and styling. I heard Mistress speak.

“We have an appointment with Nikki.”

The girl in front of us clicked through a computer screen with disinterest.

“Oh yes, the brazilian wax. Come with me,” she said to my Mistress.

“Oh no, it’s not for me,” she said. “It’s for Kitten here.”

I’m not sure which of us was most embarrassed.

“Well follow me,” she said, this time looking directly at me.

I was dreading the next few steps. Mistress had picked out a pink lace thong for me to wear that day.

When we got to the back room, the girl in the waxing room looked up with what seemed like a smirk.

“Right up here,” she tapped her hand on the table in front of her.

The woman in front of me was a tall blond, probably about 27, with a cute smile and curvy figure. In spite of myself, I could feel it getting Eskort hard.

Mistress moved in and started unzipping my pants. In one quick motion, she had them off, leaving just the small pink thong for my embarrassment.

“Hello, I’m Nikki,” she said.

I just nodded.

“Where are your manners? Tell her your name,” my Mistress scolded.

“I’m Kitten,” I said softly.

They both laughed.

“Well Kitten, what would you like done?” she said.

My Mistress answered.

“Kitten here really wants his pussy to be waxed clean,” she said.

“Ah, well I’ll need those panties to go.”

I was frozen, but Mistress reached over and swiped them off me, freeing my cock.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Mistress apologized. “Her little clit is always in the way. Let me help.”

I felt her hands squeeze it hard, her long nails digging into the stretched tight skin. I gritted my teeth.

The rest of the afternoon is a blur of pain, as hot wax oozed over my skin, and then Nikki ripped it out at the roots from my sensitive skin.

When we were done, I thanked Nikki.

“No problem, Kitten,” she said.

Then she took the card my Mistress handed her and punched out a circle on it.

“Look, Kitten,” Mistress turned back to me. “Just nine more waxings, and your tenth one if free!”

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“Desire is love’s partner”

(Oliver Herford & John Cecil Clay)

Derrick and I were in our bedroom packing for an upcoming vacation.

“Honey, go look in the closet and help me pick something out to wear on our trip,” I was sick of packing and starting to get cranky. I was hoping he might be able to speed things up a little by helping me.

“How about this?” He came out of the closet with a cute denim shorts jumper.

“OK, that’s good. I’ll take that. What else?”

“How come you never wear this shirt anymore?” he asked from within the closet.

“What shirt? I can’t even see you.”

“This one,” he walked out of the closet holding up a white knit top.

“Honey, that thing shrunk. It’s too small for me.” I looked at the shirt and was amazed that I had ever purchased such an item. The fabric was basically a white tee shirt, but the style was pretty provocative. The front had a sweetheart neckline that followed the natural curve of my breasts and dipped slightly to end in a point between them. The top then laced closed between the breasts, with the laces traveling down to just below the breasts. I always wore the shirt tightly laced, but the laces were a great tease anyhow.

“What do you mean it shrunk? I *love* this shirt. Try it on!”

“I’m telling you, that shirt is too tight for me. It doesn’t fit.”

“I really want to see it. Put it on.”

“Oh, OK, this is silly. I don’t even know if I can get it on.” I pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and reached for the white top.

“Take off your bra,” he commanded.

“What?”

“Take off your bra. I want to see how the top looks without a bra under it.”

“Well, OK,” I was starting to get the idea that we were enacting a fantasy of his. I reached for the front clasp of my bra, and unsnapped it. I then pulled the bra down my arms, arching my back, then dropping it on the floor. Derrick watched with interest.

“Here, hand me the shirt,” I requested, reaching towards it. He handed me the shirt, and I pulled it over my head and onto my body. As I expected, the top was skin tight. I pulled it down and straightened it, but left the laces loose and untied. My full 34C breasts pulled at the fabric İstanbul Escort and loosened the laces even further. The pink color of my nipples was visible through the light colored material.

“See, it’s too tight.”

“No, it looks great on you,” he stared at my breasts. “Really, you look great,” He continued to stare.

“Honey! I couldn’t wear this out in public. It’s practically indecent. But I’m glad you like it.”

“God, you have great breasts!”

“Thanks.”

“You know what? I just realized that I’ve never seen you in a wet tee shirt.” I glanced at his crotch and could see that he was starting to get an erection.

“Huh? Oh, I guess not.”

“Nope, never.”

“Well, I guess I had no idea you wanted to. Do you want to?” I was surprised by this line of conversation.

“Yea, I wanna’ see you in a wet tee shirt. *That* shirt, in fact. Right now.” He walked into the bathroom and came back with a very full glass of water.

“OK, you can get me wet, but you’re going to get the bed soaked. Let’s do this in the other room. I walked into the bathroom and took off my shorts and panties, not wanting them to get soaked, also.

“Yea, stand in there and I’ll do it,” he pointed to the shower. He was really getting into this. I stepped into the shower and he placed the glass of water above my right breast. As he began pouring the water on me, I flinched because it was cold.

“Yikes! Honey, that’s *cold*”

“Yea, I know, heh, heh” he chuckled and continued pouring, eventually switching to the other side.

“OK, that’s enough! Brr!” The front of the shirt was completely soaked, very cold, and very clingy.

“Yea, that’s great.” Derrick set down the glass and reached towards me. “C’mon back in here.” I followed him back to the bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed. I was standing nearby. He reached up and grabbed my hips, and pulled me so that I was standing between his legs directly in front of him. He then started playing with the fabric of the shirt, pulling any excess fabric towards my back so that shirt was even tighter. My skin was getting very cold and my nipples were crinkled and pointy. The color was even more visible now that the Anadolu Yakası Escort fabric was wet.

I watched this with fascination. He was clearly very aroused. Next he began palming the breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the wet fabric, and pushing them together and upwards. I enhanced the effect by bring my arms inward and flexing my peck muscles.

Next, his fingers began pinching the nipples through the wet fabric. The combination of cold and touch was extremely stimulating, and I arched my back to move my chest even closer to him. His fingers continued, alternating sharp quick pulling pinches with rolling twists. I could feel the heat and moisture as my pussy began to respond to the delicious tactile punishment.

Derrick moved so that he was laying on his back. I straddled his right leg, taking my weight on my knees and arms, and leaned down to begin kissing him. I brushed my lips lightly against his. He responded by deepening the kiss and moving the tip of his tongue into my open mouth. His hands returned to squeezing as we kissed. I moved so that my crotch was now against his upper thigh and began rocking my hips slightly and rubbing myself against him, occasionally moving

my tongue in time with my hips. We ended the kiss a bit breathlessly.

Suddenly Derrick moved one hand to the back of my head and the other to the small of my back, pulled me tightly towards him, and quickly swung my body over so that we ended up with me on my back and him above me. He lowered his head and began licking the pointed tip of one aching nipple through the wet fabric. I really wanted him to take the shirt off and continue, but I knew he was enjoying this with the shirt on.

He then began moving his body downwards. His hands pushed the bottom of the shirt upwards so it bunched just below my breasts. His warm lips began kissing the cold skin on my stomach. I knew they would be headed downwards in a few moments. I briefly considered interrupting this to offer him a blowjob, but decided to skip it since we were obviously both enjoying things.

I could feel his warm breath as he moved his mouth towards my cunt. He very softly began kissing my puffy outer lips, Kartal Escort and I spread my legs further apart to offer him better access to the rest of me. This earned me a similarly soft kiss directly on my clit. I moaned and shifted my hips to push towards him slightly. Silently I begged for more, mentally chanting the rhyme, “kiss me, lick me, suck me, tongue fuck me.”

Derrick then began licking me, moving his tongue around and across my clit in wet strokes. Periodically, his tongue would stab up into my wet canal and drag back towards my clit and wetly across it. As I continued to vocalize my approval, his mouth began connecting with my wet cunt in progressively longer and harder sucks. In my mind, the chant continued.

His mouth locked against me, and his tongue aggressively stroked across my clit. As I got nearer to orgasm, he would repeatedly break the seal between mouth and cunt, lick along the length of my soaking wet pussy, then begin sucking again, focusing his attention on and near my clit.

When all I could think was that I wanted him to suck, suck, harder, just *exactly* as he was at that moment, my moans changed to staccato gasped pleas. “Yea, yea, yea, oh, yea, oh,” I continued my encouragement, occasionally changing the pitch to a more emphatic syllable as the excitement built up and his actions inched me closer to my impending orgasm.

Finally I reached that magical moment when each movement of his tongue produced an exquisite wave of localized pleasure. I thought about how each time I reach this point I want to stay here forever, and to feel this perfection he is creating with every stroke of his tongue over and over again.

Of course the pleasure was and always is a bit too much perfection, and after a few moments my inner walls began contracting as heat radiated outwards with the sudden release of blood. I’m sure I cried out and arched my back.

Before I could even catch my breath, Derrick was pushing into me. His hot and stiff erection moved along my wet and slick insides. Watching and listening to me come had already brought him to the ragged edge himself, and he came after a short period of thrusting. As his body stiffened and his cock began pouring it’s sticky fluid into me, I watched the intense pleasure display itself on his face.

After it was over, I gladly pulled the wet shirt off of my freezing cold body. I stared at it for a moment, and decided that it needed to be washed. I wanted to pack it for the trip after all.

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A touch became a kiss, became a flagrant near-miss. I’ve made stupid mistakes so far in my life. This one tops the list:

I spotted her across the dance floor, swaying seductively to the trance music which made this place famous. The Sona was known for its sound system, made popular by its guest DJ’s, and turned into legend through its tales of free-game debauchery.

I spotted her as soon as I walked in. I’d been lined up for hours, in my finest garb, clueless about the art of getting past the bouncer. At 24 years of age, I’d never been in a club. I’d never dared confront my timidity, my fear of rejection. At 6ft, dark blue eyes and short blonde hair, a basketball playing bachelor of fine arts, I was considered a catch. Yet I’d never dared venture into the pond.

At 24, I’d never cheated on a lover. I’d never had a drink or a smoke. I was clean, honest, for all intents and purposes married to my girlfriend of two years, and lonely. Unfulfilled. And so here I was, outside my cave, inside my fantasy. Bold, daring, and terrified.

And there she danced, in those lost hours between night and day. Tall, slim, with hair as black as was fair her skin – her dress, darker still, molding her every luscious curve. It held her perfect breasts with perfect Pendik Escort subtlety. Ample, yet pert. Perfect in proportion to a perfect silhouette. As she turned away from my gaze, impervious to my obsession, lost in her own dance, her dress showed me how it yielded to the soft tone of her naked back. Only a strip of material across her upper neck hinted to her being dressed at all above the navel. And as she moved, her back rippled symmetrically. Perfection in her every muscle, which covered her every bone. An athlete, no doubt. Hers was not the body of aerobics classes, or fashion runways, but rather of contemporary dancers.

And she moved as water glides over a rock in a spring brook. Smooth, calm, yet vibrant. From across the room, she was the physical incarnation of feminine perfection to me.

And so, at age 24, having never dared ask for anything but friendship from a lady, I nervously moved in for the kill. I didn’t want to know her name, nor even hear her voice. I didn’t want to know her ambitions, or even give her a choice. All these things which were all I ever got, I wanted nothing to do with. My girlfriend had been my best friend first. Nothing had ever been risked. Nothing had ever been won. Only evolved. And she had Kurtköy Escort my love, but the lust I had always repressed out of insecurity and cowardice had caught up to me on this night. And before I should wed or fiancé myself to anyone, I needed to live this – the hunt, the chase, the risk inherent to her dance.

“Massage?” I heard myself ask, as I kept pace with her, motion for motion. I had slowly cut my way through the mass of sweating, groping strangers, up to her side. Because there was no room to move, there was no space of hers, or mine, left to be invaded. All here danced skin to skin, making contact with someone new at every beat. Here, the turn-tablist dictated the mood, shirts came off with the growing heat, and afterhours invited people through sex-riddled windows. The club acted as a door to a forbidden place, and “massage” was its key.

Whispered in her ear as I melted to her side, I waited for her sign. I knew nothing of this game, and the music had me as it did her, so I danced in my wait, as if the proposition had never been made. Whereas normally, I would have turned away and disappeared in the crowd, there I stayed, next to her, admiring. Insisting. She danced as if deafened by the song. She danced as seductively Maltepe Escort as when I first saw her. And she did not move – for nor against. I removed my shirt, awkwardly enough, and leaned in a little. She was going to have to be blunt, because I was through thinking for others. I’d spent high-school doing just that, never accepting that maybe I needed to be aggressive. So taken was I with women’s rights that I refused myself any chance at ever being the object of their pure sexual desire.

I was as toned as 24 year-old point-guards get. Not something I was used to flaunting, and so doubt slowly began to creep into my mind. But then a quick peek on her behalf, to her left, straight to my chest, then down to my lower abs, gave me hope. Her thin black brow lifted ever so slightly. Her lips turned into a mischievous grin and her hips stroked me gently.

It was more than I needed. Aroused and fully erect since our first contact, I pivoted to face her. She stared straight into my bewilderment, daring me to risk humiliation, taunting me with her smile. So this was the game. I was to be slapped and insulted, or be victorious and laid. But only if I dared. Otherwise, I would get nothing.

Leaning in while we danced, our lips mere inches apart, and grinding my arousal into her sex, I lightly brushed her bare back with my right hand, and asked again: “Un massage, madame?”

In a gesture gentle and slow, she tipped her head to my ear and whispered: “or shall we skip the massage?”

To Be Continued…

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You carefully stood up from the computer table and walked to the couch and flopped down. I sat down in the chair and started to read through some of the stories that you had on the page. After reading a couple of stories, I could feel my cock start to harden in my jeans. As I was reading them, my hand reached down and slowly caressed my cock through my jeans, which felt like they were entirely too small. I wasn’t paying attention to my surrounding when I felt your lips upon the back of my neck. I craned my head to one side and just smiled at you. You told me to relax and just read. You hands slowly stroked my shoulders and arms through my shirt. I felt you tongue as it darted out and kissed my ear lobes. As your tongue was licking my ear lobe, I felt you hands as the slowly began to rub my chest. As I was sitting there, you slowly began to unbutton my shirt from the top down. You pulled my shirt out of my pants and slowly pulled the shirt off me. At this time, I was only wearing a pair of blue jeans and my cowboy boots. You began to caress my chest, running your fingers through my chest hair and teasing my nipples with your fingers. I could feel your tongue as you started to run it down my upper back.

You gently spun the chair around and knelt in front of me on the floor. You kissed my chest and ran your tongue down towards my belly button. As you neared my belly button, my hips automatically raised themselves upward as if they had a mind of their own. You smiled and slowly unzipped my jeans. Your fingers quickly unbuckled my belt. I could feel the cool air as it hit my hard cock. You pulled my jeans down slowly to my knees and removed my boots and socks. Then you took my jeans off my body. I had to arch my ass off the chair for you to take the tight jeans off me.

Once you had taken the jeans off me, I sat there in my underwear. My hard Maltepe Escort cock making a tent in my underwear. You smiled at me and gently ran your fingertip down the entire length of my hard cock. My doing this, I felt my cock leap within it’s confines. As you reached my balls, your left hand softly grabbed my cock and started to run it. The pleasure was so much that I closed my eyes and grunted with pleasure. You ran your tongue along the top of my underwear teasing me. Then you started to run your tongue over the huge bulge in my underwear. Tracing the entire length of my cock. I could feel your tongue as it slowly worked its way down my cock. You reached up and slowly peeled my underwear down a little bit allowing the head of my cock to peep out of my underwear. You tongue slowly flicked out and began to caress the tip of my hard cock. I could feel the precome slowly run out of the head of my cock. You tongue washed the head until there wasn’t anymore precome on it. You groaned and told me how much you loved to taste my come in your mouth.

You then slowly removed my underwear with your teeth. Pulling the underwear completely off my body. My hard cock, as it escaped from it confines, jumped erect. You laughed and started to lick my cock with your tongue. Oh that feeling of your hot tongue on my cock was almost too much. You slowly washed the entire length of my cock with your tongue. Stopping every once and awhile and taking the head of my cock in your mouth and slowly sucking on it. As you did this, my hips began to hump upward. You responded by taking my cock into your mouth and slowly moving your mouth down the entire length of my cock. It felt like heaven as you took the entire length into your mouth. It was so hot that I thought that I was going to come. I had to think about something else to stop myself from coming İstanbul Escort in your mouth. You proceeded to slowly piston your mouth over my cock. Over and Over…a little faster each time.

As you were sucking on my hard cock, your hand reached down and began rubbing my nuts. I spread my legs so you could rub my nuts easier. By this time, your mouth was moving really faster over my cock. I could feel you tonsils hitting the head of my cock as you took me deep within your throat. I could feel my nuts tensing as my come began to move around. You looked into my face and sucked harder. I arched my hips upward as I felt my orgasm peak. I felt my nuts unload the pent up come which exploded up my cock into you mouth. You moaned as the thick hot come exploded into your mouth. I could feel my cock bobbing and swaying you a continued to suck my cock in your mouth.

After you had swallowed the come and finished cleaning my cock with your mouth, you stood up and smiled at me and said “was it good for you.” All I could do was groan. You smiled down at me. As I sat there, you propped you leg up on the computer table and told me to eat your pussy. I could see that more juices had started to flow from your pussy. I flicked my tongue out and starting scooping the pussy juice from your hot wet juicy pussy. As I flicked your pussy with my tongue, I slowly inserted two fingers up your wet hot juicy pussy. I slowly finger fucked your pussy with my fingers. I kept alternating quick strokes and slow strokes as I finger fucked your hot wet juicy pussy. I could feel the hot juices running down my fingers and onto my hands and arms. You began to grind your pussy against my face as I began to lick your clit harder and finger fuck your pussy harder. You groaned loudly as you came into my mouth.

You put you leg down and kissed me on my lips, Anadolu Yakası Escort tasting your own juices.

You slowly straddled my hips and rubbed your pussy against my leg. I could feel your pussy juice upon my leg as you slowly ran your pussy down the length of my leg. As you pussy neared my hard cock, you reached down and rubbed the head of my cock against your pussy. I could feel the arousal and heat that emulated from your pussy. You slowly raised your hips up and slowly inserted my hard cock into you pussy. Once you got the head of my cock into your hot pussy, you slowly started to sit down on my cock. Pushing my cock deep within your juicy pussy. I could feel the juices as they started to lubricate my cock. I could feel your juices as they ran down my cock and ended up on my nuts. With a sigh, you full took my entire cock within your pussy. You sat on my cock and looked me right in the eye and slowly licked your lips.

You slowly started to rotate your hips around and I felt you pussy as it slowly massaged my hard cock. I could tell that you were rubbing your clit against my hipbone because each time you rotated your hips, you emitted a groan. I began to thrust my hips slowly upward as your rotated your hips. This made your groan louder. You slowly began to ride my cock with your pussy. Rising your hips almost so my cock was out of your pussy and slamming my cock deep within your pussy. As your excitement started to rise, you started to ride me harder and harder, faster and faster. You breath was coming out in pants and your eyes were closed. I reached up with my two hands and began to tweak your nipples. This drove you over the edge as you started to come all over my cock. I started to really thrust my own hips against your hips as if we were both striving to reach the finish line at the same time. I felt my nuts tighten as you started to come again. I felt the come rising from my nuts and blast forth into the depths of your pussy. You screamed as you came yet again.

Once you settled down, you fell forward and rested your head upon my shoulder and gently bit me. I laughed and cradled you in my arms.

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My wife was out of town a few days about one week after the last “incident” had happened, and all I could think of was sex. On Friday afternoon after I made sure that everything was as it was supposed to be at work, having put in a few extra hours to make up for those that I had lost reading and answering personal e-mails, reading newsgroups and chatting with friends (including Helen). I took a slight detour on my way home to rent a few smut videos for later that weekend.

When I got home I took care of all the chores that had to be done, including feeding myself, before planting myself I front of the TV. I was just browsing among the available channels when the doorbell rang and I got up to open the door. Outside, in a short skirt and a summery blouse, was Helen. She knew my wife was out of town and wanted to spend some time with me. We had a nice cup of tea, chatted leisurely and watched TV for a while until she noticed the plastic bag containing the rented videos. I just wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth!

She asked, “What’s that?”

“Just a few videos that I’m planning to watch later this weekend,” I told her truthfully. “Probably not something that you would be interested in.”

“May I look at them?”

I was seriously contemplating the idea of saying no, but apparently she mistook my lack of immediate answer as a positive. She opened up the bag and looked astounded at the videos it contained, then with utter disbelief directly at me.

“Do you really like porn? This looks like hardcore porn.”

“Yes, I do and it is,” I told her.

“Would you look at a program about preparing food if you are hungry?”

I knew the analogy and answered promptly with a smile “No, I would look at a program about preparing food if I wanted to become hungry.”

She knew I got her there, and we bantered the subject for a while. She had apparently soaked up all the bad publicity that it had gotten without really giving it much thought. After we had spoken about it for quite some time I asked her “Have you ever watched porn?”

“No, I haven’t. I have read quite a lot of porn, but all such films appear to be too detailed. I want to use my imagination, not be spoon fed what every man wants,” she said.

“Do you really believe that all films are made in the same style?”

“No, but they are made by men and for men,” she answered.

“There are many different types of porn available,” I told her, “going from the abstract to the very direct with extreme close-ups. The abstract type, preferred by some women, containing long scenes with few close-ups and more kissing, touching and hinting, rather then showing, what is happening… The ‘hydraulic’ type, with a lot of pumping going on and nothing else besides that… The gynaecological type, with a lot of close-ups.”

I already knew the question she would ask me, so I wasn’t too surprised when she asked “And what style do you prefer?”

“I must admit to liking close-ups,” I said, blushing slightly. “I find the first type to my liking Ümraniye Escort every once in a while, but they can be quite boring. The second type is boring after ten seconds.”

Her next question came as a surprise, “Are there different styles of the contents, like for different fetishes?” She sounded almost interested, rather than disgusted as she had done before.

“There are probably films catering to any imaginable fetish,” I said, “but some are probably easier to find than others.” Growing slightly bolder I quickly added, “Is there something special that you are interested in?”

She answered, blushing, “No, remember that I’m still a virgin. I haven’t tried anything. Do you have any fetishes?”

Darn, she had me cornered. I saw her looking at the down at the videos, then right back at me again. I knew there was no way out of the situation but to tell the truth.

“Yes, I prefer quite young women. In fact,” I added, “if they have blond or red hair I like it even more.”

“That explains these”, she said while holding up two of the videos with young women in their late teens on the cover. It took a few moments before the implications sank in for her, then she peered at me quizzically. Her question came hesitantly, “Does that mean that you like to look at me?”

“Yes, I like to look at you.” Phew, that wasn’t too hard to admit.

“Have you ever”, she stopped in mid sentence, trying to find the right words. “Have you ever fantasised about me?”

“Yes, I’ve had quite a few fantasies about you” I stated, matter-of-factly. My thoughts and feelings was at that time in turmoil, and I felt almost claustrophobic. Would she like me anyway?

“Do you touch yourself while thinking of me?”

My throat felt strangely dry. I nodded and noticed that she was breathing more heavily then she usually did.

After a brief moment of silence we simultaneously broke the spell that we were suspended in by turning towards the TV, where an even more than usually annoying advertisement had just started. I picked up the remote control and changed channel. We spent the next 15 minutes in silence, looking at a rather stupid game show.

During the next commercial break she continued to look at the video boxes, ignoring one of them completely (I heard her whisper “Too hard” when putting it aside). She read the back cover blurb of one of the films and asked me “Does ‘For her and him’ and ‘Erotic movie’ mean it’s from the first class, the one that women prefer?”

“Generally, yes” I said. “But some women prefer their movies much harder then that and others hate anything that’s even remotely connected to porn.”

“Can’t we look at this video instead of the game show?” She handed me the softest video I had rented. I shrugged, walked over to the VCR, put it in and sat down again.

The video started with some ads that I quickly skipped through. The only reason for me renting this video had been that one of my favourite actresses was supposed to have a supporting role and I wanted İstanbul Escort to see her. The story was quite boring, and I was starting to think that the ‘Erotic’ part was just a PR stunt. I still didn’t mind terribly anyway, since Helen had slid up into my arms. Half an hour into the film things started to change drastically.

The lead characters of the movie started to tell each other about their favourite sexual fantasies, and they were shown in great detail. I reacted to the scenes by going really hard and there was no way that Helen could fail to notice it. She smiled at me and asked, “Do you like having a hard-on?”

I nodded, swallowed hard and said, “Would you like to touch it?” For a brief moment I thought that I had gone too far, then I saw her nodding while looking at the bulge at the front of my trousers. I stood up, undid my belt and zipper, and carefully pulled my trousers down and stepped out of them. My boxer shorts had a very visible tent, to which her stare was transfixed. In one swift motion I removed my boxers completely. Her gaze didn’t leave my manhood for even a fraction of a second when I sat down next to her again. I let my right arm slip around her, letting my hand touch her breast. Her hand moved slowly towards my sex, which trembled at her careful touch. She took hold of it at the bottom of the shaft.

“It’s so thick and full of veins”, she said. “Could you show me the most sensitive spots?”

I quickly pointed out the brim of the helmet and the very sensitive parts that reacts more to licking than to touching, then I showed her how to and how not to stroke it. It didn’t take long until she got the hang of it, needing experience rather than instructions at that point. She was in fact so good at it that I had to stop her after just a few minutes because otherwise I would have shot my load then and there.

I just had to ask her, “May I take your clothes off?”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stood up. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, wanting to savour the moment. It fell to the floor in a crumbled heap, and I caressed her pert breasts through her bra. A soft, barely audible, moan escaped her lips.

Her skirt was a little bit more troublesome, since it had a very tight fit on her hips. After a few failed attempts to get it off her she removed it herself, smiling shyly as she did so.

I stepped back from her and just admired her beauty for a while, then moved her back into the sofa where I opened her bra and started to kiss her full breasts. She was breathing heavier than before and, when I started to remove her panties, she lifted her bum from the sofa to help, then pulled me up and kissed me squarely on the mouth.

“Would you be so kind as to kiss me down there, please”, she pleaded.

I went down on her, letting my tongue explore every little crevasse and wrinkle that could be found down there. Her hands were giving her neck, hair and breasts some badly needed attention.

I let first one finger, then another, slide into Anadolu Yakası Escort her. She gasped and started to move about. The tip of her clitoris was clearly visible and my tongue gave it some undivided attention while my fingers were moving in and out of her. I felt a hand that pulled my head towards her pussy and I increased the frequency until her hips bucked and she let go. The neighbours were probably considering calling the police at that time, since her orgasm was VERY loud.

I looked her straight into the eyes and with a broken voice she said “Thank you! It there anything you’d like me to do to you?”

“I know it’s a lot to ask for,” I answered, “but would you consider letting me slide into you?”

Her answer came immediately, “I thought you’d never ask!”

She positioned herself on the sofa so that I could enter her in the missionary position while I was donning a condom. We kissed while she carefully guided my cock into her, and in her expressive eyes I noticed every little pain she felt while I did so. I let it stay put for a while until she had familiarised herself with the feeling of something filling her up. When I finally started my slow thrusts I heard her moaning start again, but this time into my mouth that was still attached to her beautiful lips in a kiss.

It didn’t take long for me to notice that this wasn’t a position that she felt comfortable in and I asked her if there was something she wanted to try instead. She looked at the TV where the last scene of the movie was still on and said, “I want you to take me like that, from behind.”

She put herself on all four and I positioned myself behind her and slid gently into her. One of my hands was caressing her breast and the other her clit, and she was panting heavily. I took hold of her hip with both my hands and started to fuck her as hard as I could. She put a pillow beneath herself and went down on her elbows, then let one of her hands slip down to rub her clit. On the TV screen I saw the actor massaging the actress’ rectum with his thumb, and I did the same to Helen. She came immediately, and her cramping vagina drew me over the edge as well.

“That was even better then I imagined,” she said.

“I agree!” was all I could say as we lay there hugging and kissing.

After a while she looked at a clock that showed 2:08 AM and screamed, “I was supposed to be home by midnight, we have visitors coming tomorrow!”

“I’ll drive you home, if you want to.”

“Yes, please,” she said with a tired but content smile.

She fell asleep while I was driving her and her bicycle to within a block of her home so that she could ride the last part by herself. We hugged, kissed and parted for the night.

My drive home was quite strange. On one hand I was filled with remorse from cheating on my wife, on the other I was filled with glee by the fantastic experience. My mind was in turmoil, and I was probably not a good driver because of that and the late hour. I must have been extremely lucky for not being stopped by the police; I surely broke a few traffic laws by the time I got home. In fact, I almost fouled up when parking the car.

I was in a state of obvious sleep deprivation when I got home, but I still managed to clean up the apartment including a few drops of blood on the sofa.

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Twenty-five year old Heather sat nervously on the couch in her small apartment, awaiting the arrival of her good friend Calvin, who was due to appear at any moment. Nervousness had set in some time ago, and she was now more nervous than she had ever been in her entire life. Even though they had been close friends for over ten years, she didn’t know how he would react to what she was going to ask him.

The waiting was torture, and she soon found herself pacing the room as she tried uselessly to stop the butterflies in her stomach, the pounding of her heart, and the racing of her mind.

This would be the day, she knew it, it would all work out for her, and she was so scared of the possibility that he would react badly.

Finally, fifteen minutes late, Calvin arrived, and she quickly showed him in and ushered him to the couch. “Sorry I’m late, I was caught in traffic. Are you going to tell me why you called? What do you need to talk about? I’ve been rather worried, are you ok?”

“I’m fine” she assured him, knowing full well that she mustn’t look fine, “I ummm, have something important to ask you, and please don’t freak on me, ok, I’m nervous enough as it is”

“Ok” Calvin said, becoming more concerned by the minute.

Heather took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts before she began, “Well we have known each other for a long time. I trust you, and I think you trust me”

“I do” he put in quickly before allowing her to continue.

“Well I’m twenty-five, still single, and a serious relationship doesn’t seem to be anywhere near for me”

“What are you saying?” he asked curiously, wondering if she was going to reveal some long hidden feelings for him or something.

“Calvin I want you to father my child”

Calvin almost passed out. This confession was the last thing he had expected from her, he had no idea she would ask something like this, she had, until now, given no indication that she had been considering this.

“Hear me out” she quickly put in before he could protest, “You don’t have to do anything other than impregnate me. I’ve wanted a child for so long, and I don’t want to just find some bastard at a club with aids or something, and screw him. I also don’t want some stranger who jacked off in a jar to be the father. I trust you, you are my best friend, and I’d rather you be the father than someone I don’t know”

“I…” he was totally lost for words, something which rarely happened to him, “I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t have to support the child in any way,” she continued, “And there is no reason our baby has to know its real father, I just want you to impregnate me, that’s all, no strings attached”

Calvin took a deep breath and thought things over for a minute or two, while Heather sat there patiently letting him think. He didn’t mind the thought of sleeping with Kartal Escort her, she was quite attractive, and couldn’t understand why she was unattached, however that didn’t make the decision any easier.

He had never fathered a child before, and up until this moment he hadn’t thought much about being a father, even one where his responsibility was only to mate with the mother. It was ten minutes before the silence of the room was broken, much to Heathers relief, “Are you sure about this Heather? I mean, a child is a big responsibly, especially on your own”

“I’m sure” she insisted, “I want a baby, and I would be grateful if you would be the father”

He thought again for another few moments, “Well… when would we actually….” He trailed off.

“Well…” she took another deep breath to calm herself, “I have been checking my charts, and right now would be the perfect time to conceive, that’s why I called you over, I thought if you said yes things would be less uncomfortable if we got it over and done with now, without the waiting and all”

“Now?” he asked feeling his heart skip a beat.

“Its up to you, I don’t want to pressure you”

He let out a breath that until now he hadn’t realized he was holding, “Ummm… ok then, if that’s what you really want I would be happy to help you out”

She smiled and leapt into his arms, “Thank you so much, this means the world to me!”

He hugged her back, “That’s ok, its good to see you so happy”

She stood up and brushed her hair out of her eyes, “So ummm, do you want something to eat or something to drink or something?” she wasn’t sure what to say now, they were going to do it, and up until this point she had only thought about getting him to say yes to fathering her child, she hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“No I’m fine” he stood with her nervously, “Lets do this”

She nodded, and Calvin followed her to her room. Once inside she closed the door behind them, quickly searching the room with her eyes to make sure everything was right. The bed was made and ready for them to breed, she had done a tidy up earlier and made sure no dirty cloths of girly personals were laying around, everything seemed in place.

“Are you ready?” she asked nervously, wondering how all of this would go, since they had known each other for so long, and had never been involved with one another sexually.

“Yes” he said, and took the first move, pulling his shirt up and over his head.

Heather gasped at his muscular chest, feeling her excitement building, and removed her shirt too, slipping out of her shoes as she did, and kicking them aside. Next she undid her skirt and let to drop to the floor around her ankles, and a few moments later they found themselves standing naked in front of one another for the first time.

They both couldn’t help but explore each others bodies with Pendik Escort their eyes, and Heather watched in awe as Calvin’s penis started to rise to the occasion, realizing that would be the penis which got her pregnant, which would soon be moving in and out of her wet cunt as he mated with her.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked her, letting her be in control of how this was going to transpire.

Taking her eyes off his bulge, she moved over to the bed. Calvin went with her, and she laid herself back, bringing her knees up and placing her feet flat on the bed.

Calvin got onto the end of the bed, and after asking her once again if she was sure she wanted this to happen, he started kissing his way up her right leg, feeling his penis getting harder by the minute as he thought of what he was about to do to her.

He rubbed her smooth, tanned legs with his hands, and started to kiss her thighs, feeling her shiver as he approached her womanhood. He licked the entire length of her slit in one big stroke of his tongue, before parting her lips with his fingers and using his tongue to penetrate her body.

She gasped, and he tasted her sweetness, locking his mouth over her pussy and causing her juices to flow into his mouth. She knew she wouldn’t need much foreplay, and as every second past she could feel her body becoming more and more excited, and it was driving her wild, she needed him to do this to her NOW.

She grabbed him under the arms and lifted him up to her. He took the hint, and started to suck her neck as she spread herself wider, giving his sex-organ room to work as her hands roamed his back.

“Do it to me” she whispered urgently, “Please! Make me pregnant”

“Oh god” Calvin laughed very nervously, and with that he thrust forward, and berried his cock into her awaiting pussy with one violent thrust.

She cried out, and wrapped her legs around his waist as he started pounding into her wet cunt, deep strokes, his cock head exploring her insides.

“Oh fuck” she moaned, “Oh god fuck me, fuck me!”

He wrapped his arms around her and thrust hard and deep, her cries driving him on as she thrust her hips up to meet his like a hungry animal, desperate for him to create a new life in her belly.

“Deeper” she begged, “Deeper, we need to..(gasp)… inject..(gasp).. the sperm as deep into me as possible”

Calvin couldn’t believe this. Heather, sweet little Heather whom he had know for so long now under him, begging him to get her pregnant and urging him on like a slut. It was the most erotic encounter of his life, and the hand of god couldn’t stop him from doing this to her now, there was no turning back for either of them.

She came, the room filled with her screams as he increased his thrusting, making sure he held out so that he could eventually unleash the pressure violently into her body.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Göztepe Escort she moaned, “Keep going! Harder! Please faster! Deeper! Oh FUCK ME!!!!!”

He could feel her fingernails digging into his back, and it drove him on ever more, her legs wrapped around him, her nails in his back, her hips thrusting violently up to meet his, his balls slapping against her, the juicy noise between their legs and her desperate screams of passion, it was the best fuck of his life, one which was going to create a new life, and bring meaning back into Heathers life.

Calvin kept up his hard, fast pace, his breathing erratic and his heart on fire.

They screwed like honey animals for what seemed like an eternity, until finally Heather felt the tingle of approaching orgasm again.

“Ohhh god!” she gasped, “I’m going to cum!!!! I’m going to cum!!!! Oh god cum with me!!! You have to cum with me!!! Make me pregnant!!! Make me pregnant!!! PLEASE!!!!!!”

That was it, he couldn’t take it any longer, his balls swelled his heart pounded and finally, he let himself go, the first burst shooting out into her like a bullet from a gun, the start of what was the most incredibly orgasm of his entire life.

The feeling of his hot sperm hitting the walls of her insides sent her over the edge again, and her body convulsed, unleashing its sexually energy as this man between her legs pump his sperm into her awaiting fertile body.

She locked her feet together behind his back, forcing him deep into her, determined not to let him go until every one of his sperm was swimming around in her stomach. “Oh god!” she gasped as they came together, “Oh god I’m gonna have a baby!”

“Oh fuck” Calvin moaned as his cock pumped its sperm into her, pulsating, spilling into her, their juices mixing to create new life inside of her.

They lay there, locked together, the male spilling into the female just like nature had intended.

Calvin propped himself up on his elbows and stared into her eyes, stroking her hair. Heather stared back at him lovingly, and he lent down to kiss her gently on the lips.

Finally their climax ceased, and it was another few minutes before Heather unwrapped herself from him and allowed him to withdraw.

Calvin rolled over onto his back, exhausted, and to his surprised Heather snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest, and together they drifted off to sleep.

Calvin stayed with Heather for the next few days, until he was called away on business, their night together revealing feelings for each other that they didn’t know they had, and in that time they came together many times.

Calvin returned to her a few weeks later to the news that she was expecting his child, and he moved in with her to take care of her throughout her pregnancy.

She gave birth to a son exactly when the doctor had predicted, and a few months later Heather was married to Calvin, and together they raised their beautiful baby boy, and in the years that followed, their son Jay became a constant reminder of how Heathers request had bought them together, and bought meaning to both of their lives.

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When we were six or seven years old, we played a game; doctor. We chose one to be the doctor, another to be the person to take our names as we arrived and the rest of us were patients. Like in real hospitals, we went in with a frown and came out with a smile. I never wondered why until it was my turn that first time. We always chose Jeffrey as the doctor since he was the oldest and age meant brains to us. He knew what he was doing. A few years later, Jeffrey moved away with his family and we never saw him again. We also stopped playing doctor. It wasn’t the same without him.

Three weeks ago, I ran into him while doing my shopping with my oldest daughter. Twenty years changed a person and although he had been cute in his childhood, he was handsome and charming in adulthood. It was easy to recognize one another and his face glowed when he saw me.

“My, my, Naomie, you haven’t changed! Its good to see you again after all these years!”

“Indeed it is, Jeffrey. What becomes of you?”

“Well, you probably won’t be surprised but I’m a doctor now.” with that he laughed. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m just a stay-at-home-mother-and-wife. Married with two kids. This is my oldest daughter, Jessica, she’s seven years old.”

“Nice to meet you little one. Well, I’ll let you do your thing. Come by my place someday and we can chat some more.”

He handed me his card, gave me a hug and left.

It took me weeks to decide that I should go see him to catch up on good times as odd as they were and that’s how I ended up here. He worked from his own personal office in his home. It was well equipped and I sat on the hospital bed while he answered the phone.

Hours passed as we talked and laughed. Eventually he decided to let me tour the rest of Ataşehir Escort the house. It was large and didn’t surprise me. When he showed me his room, it left me stunned somewhat. It was the room he had always described that he’d one day have. I walked in and sat on the bed to test the comfort of it, it was just as he’d described it as a child.

He smiled and joined me on the bed, resting on his back, behind me. I continued looking around the room since it was the type of room that you could never get tired of looking at. There was always a detail that you missed no matter how long or how many times you looked at it. In my assessment of the room, I hadn’t noticed the sudden silence but I did suddenly feel his fingers tracing the skin of my lower back that my shirt didn’t hide.

“You’re still as beautiful, Naomie. As a kid, you were the only one who got the special treatment when we played. The others got boring time sitting and waiting. Only you did I kiss and show the pleasures of the body.”

His hand slid around my waist to my stomach, stroking the rim of my pants slowly. I sighed and moved to lay down on my side beside him, giving him time to move his hand. He turns on his side to face me and suddenly he was kissing me, slowly turning me over onto my back so that he could come on me.

I turned my head and that only made him choose to kiss my neck. “Jeffrey, I’m married.”

He pulled back and looked at me, “It doesn’t matter. We can play like we once did.”

I laughed at the thought while he grinned. I wanted him, wanted more of what he could offer me at this point so I nodded and got up. He took my hand and led me back to his work office. “This time, we’ll even use costumes.” as he spoke, he presented me a hospital Kadıköy Escort gown. I laughed but nodded and went into a side room to change. I could hear him changing too. Like at the hospital, I removed all but my underwear, even my bra.

When I came out of the changing room, he was sitting at his desk, writing on a paper. I walked over to the desk and told him I was changed. He smiled and indicated for me to sit on the bed.

“Now, we’ll get started with this genecological test.” he grinned as I opened my legs the way I would with my doctor for my yearly check up.

His hands slid up my legs slowly, feeling my skin. Eventually, he made it to my panties and I lifted my butt so that he could pull them down. I rested the rest of my body on the bed and waited for him to continue. He was the doctor after all.

“Hmmm,” he whispered. His fingers were lightly tracing my lips and vagina. “Very wet, that could indeed be a problem.”

He suddenly pulled me closer so that my legs were off the bed and he was standing between them. His light fingers started slipping from my vagina to my clitoris, spreading my juices before he began a slow, circular motion on my clitoris. With his free arm, he pulled me up in a semi-seated position to see my face. “Tell me where it hurts, beautiful.”

I closed my eyes and remembered when he had done this exact thing to me when we were younger, it hadn’t felt like it felt now but it made it even better to know he was remembering too. “I seem to hurt a little inside, doc.” I whispered.

His fingers slowly inched downwards to enter me and he slid them in and out in a regular rhythm that got me yearning for more quickly. As he watched me writhe at his touch, he leaned down and started teasing my Bostancı Escort clitoris with his tongue. That was a new touch from him and I couldn’t wait for the whole thing.

He made me go by fingering and licking me. When I sat up I noticed that his hand was in his pants and it made me smile that he had been masturbating himself while he pleasured me. I got up and threw the gown onto the bed as I pushed him back against the cabinets. I started kissing him but my hands were busy pushing off his pants to that I could find that hard member that had grown since I had last seen it.

I took him in my hand and it wasn’t long before I finished the job he had begun himself and felt him ejaculating over my naked stomach. I could feel it slide down between my lips and against my clitoris. As soon as he went, he stepped out of the pants and removed the shirt, finally taking me against him tightly as he walked me over to one of his large leather chairs. He sat in it and settled me on top.

I rode him while he licked and nibbled my breasts. I could feel his breathing accelerating with each bounce and feel him throb as he controlled himself. Finally, I went around him, tightening my walls so suddenly that he came too. That was something we had never done and the memory would stay with me forever.

He held me tightly after, not moving to be out of me. “Why aren’t you married?” I asked him suddenly.

“I haven’t found the one for me. Actually, I did but I wasn’t the one for her.”

With those words, I felt like he was pointing a finger at me so I had to ask. “Is that me?”

The look he gave me answered the question itself. To ease him, I lifted my left hand to his face and showed him that I wore no ring. His surprise made it clear he hadn’t noticed so I felt I had to explain.

“After I saw you, three weeks ago. I spent a week thinking of you, dreaming of you, pleasuring myself to the memories with you. The second week, I felt like I was already betraying the man so I left him. And this week, here I am.”

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The Shroud

Stephanie woke, troubled by something, a noise perhaps. What time was it? After 10, she was late for work! No, wait, it was Sunday, everything’s all right. Was she going to sleep the entire day away? Why not? She’d done it before. At least when she slept she was clear of the pangs of loneliness.

She turned on her side, tugging at the flannel nightgown she’d wrapped herself in before she fell asleep, and gazed over the bedside to the portrait of her husband. The glass was cracked, and she recalled how it had been broken just the night before. Suddenly, she felt the tears welling. Unfaithful again! The memory of the young man came flowing over her, how she’d seduced him, attempting to assuage both her seclusion and the physical needs of a young woman. She felt a good cry coming on, the wracking sobs of a woman whose conscience wouldn’t allow peace.

Suddenly the noise returned, a banging on the front door. Who could it be? She roused herself, throwing a bathrobe over her shoulders to protect her modesty, wiping her tears with the bedsheet, and made her way to the front door. Through the peephole, she spied Chuck, the young man she’d invited into her bath and bed the night before. Cracking the door, keeping the chain latched, she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Hi,” he replied. “Thought I’d come over to see you. Is it okay?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Listen, I’ll open the door, but don’t come in for a few seconds, okay? I’m not quite decent.” Then she remembered just how indecent she’d been when he saw her just twelve hours before.

“Okay.”

Stephanie unlatched the door and left it ajar, then sprinted for the bathroom. She couldn’t let Chuck see her this way, disheveled, teary-eyed, ugly. She heard him come in after her, and called to him, “Be a dear and put some coffee on, will you?”

She began her toilet, only to be disturbed by a call, “How many scoops?”

“Two,” she replied. By the time she emerged from the bedroom clad in shorts and sweatshirt, brushed and perfumed, she was feeling a little better, not only physically, but morally as well.

“So,” she began, “how did you get here?”

“I walked.”

“Walked? It’s over five miles!”

“Yeah, but it only took me an hour and a half. I can walk pretty fast, I was on the cross-country team in high school.”

Why was he here, she wondered? Did he expect her to strip, throw herself on her back again, and let him have his way with her? Luckily, he said the first words, and picked just the right ones. “I thought maybe you’d like to go over by the lake, or maybe up into the hills. It’s a really pretty morning.”

It certainly was! But weren’t they all in this wonderland they called California? The fog had already burned off, the picture window displayed a world filled with crisp images of trees and mountains. And here he was, just trying to be a friend. Maybe he wasn’t like all the other guys who, she imagined, had only one use for a woman. “Sure, let’s do something.”

Stephanie made sandwiches and put some fruit into a plastic bag. In the garage, she had Chuck put two bicycles onto the rack on her VW bug – she figured he could ride Glenn’s bike well enough. Soon they were on the way up to the redwoods and began a long ride through the hills and trees. Forty-five minutes into their trip they were both sweating. Chuck pulled his T – shirt off, displaying the trim torso Stephanie had enjoyed so much the night before. She pulled off her sweatshirt, exposing the halter top and hoped he wouldn’t notice her nipples, crinkled with the remembrance of last night’s passion. A half hour farther on, they stopped in a high meadow overlooking Oakland and the San Francisco Bay below them.

They spread the picnic in the grass, thirstily gulped the water from the jug and began to munch on the provisions. “Chuck,” Stephanie began, spouting the words she’d rehearsed during the bike ride, “I want you to know just how much I enjoyed last night…”

“Yeah,” he interrupted, “It was great, wasn’t it? You’re really something.”

“But you’ve got to remember, I’m a married woman. What I did was wrong, I shouldn’t have led you on. I’m a little ashamed of myself.”

“You mean…”

“What I’m trying to say is, I like you, I like you a lot, but, well, I guess I don’t want you to think . . . I mean, I just can’t… It’s just not right…” The carefully polished speech crumbled under the weight of her emotions, and she realized just how incoherent her thoughts were.

“That’s okay, Steph. If you can’t, you can’t. Just the one time was great. But, maybe, I could just hang around with you, if that’s all right.”

It was the perfect retort, and suddenly the gloom that filled Stephanie’s soul lifted. A friend was found, one who could be counted on. A rush of conversation followed. They discovered each other, what she did at work, the hobbies he had. They began to become comfortable with each other.

The ride back took longer, interrupted by bits of conversation and frequent stops for views and water. Once Chuck put his hand Anadolu Yakası Escort on her shoulder, sending a thrill through her body, but she willed it to cease and almost forgot the physical attraction she felt for the youth.

Returning to the house, she offered him a beer and put some chicken on the hibachi. For hours they talked, playing Yahtzee and cards, rarely remembering the passion of the previous evening. Finally, near sunset, Stephanie said, “Listen, why don’t I take you home?”

“Okay,” he agreed. He rose first from the couch and offered his hand to pull her up. She accepted, and as she rose in the gloaming, she tripped over the leg of the coffee table and stumbled into his arms, her face next to his. “Thank you,” she said, and then, suddenly, desired a kiss. She pressed her lips against his and they fell back onto the couch. His hand was on her breast, feeling the nipple through the bra, and she pulled him to her. He was on top of her, his crotch on hers, and remembering the feel of his penis within her, she was quite sure what she wanted.

When he unsnapped her jeans and tried to put a hand down her pants, though, she recalled her resolve and cried, “Chuck, stop. Please, dear, don’t.” Waiting for him to respond, she was certain that if he didn’t restrain himself, she wouldn’t have the strength to ask again.

But he did stop, and shyly got off of her. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have . . . .”

“No, that’s okay dear,” she replied, closing her pants and straightening the rest of her clothing. “It’s just that . . . .”

During the drive back to Alameda, she reminded the boy that Glenn would be returning Thursday afternoon. “Well, maybe I could come over one night before then,” Chuck suggested.

“Maybe. Why don’t you call me?” She dropped him off a block from his house with just a quick handclasp.

He did call that week, and when Steph answered the phone they chatted, but she resisted the temptation of his company. She’d rather be lonely, she decided, than unfaithful. And if he came over, she was afraid this time she wouldn’t be able to stop his advances, or was it her advances?

Thursday evening, just after work, Stephanie was on the dock of the Naval Air Station, waiting for the aircraft carrier in a silky gown. Soon it tied up, gray and immense, and young men began to pour down the gangplank. She watched as Glenn joined them, a little late she thought, and there was something wrong – instead of the dress whites the rest of the sailors were wearing, he was in dungarees.

They met on the dock, and she was in his arms, kissing him, fondling him. But an unknown something kept them at a slight distance. “Listen, sweetheart,” he began, “one of the guys got detached, and they switched my section. I’m on watch.”

“Oh, no,” she said, realizing he wouldn’t be coming home with her that night.

“I’m afraid so. But hey, if you want to come aboard for an hour or so, the chief says it’s okay.”

And so, instead of getting into the car and heading for their retreat in the hills, she found herself climbing onto the ship, walking the passages, trying not to stain her dress. They entered his workspace – she’d been there a dozen times – and they were alone.

“You’ve been all right?” he asked.

“Sure, I missed you.” And she was in his arms, and she knew she wanted him, desired his attentions. Her hands caressed his back. Their lips met. After a long kiss, she suggested, “Let’s make love.”

“You mean…”

“Right here. In back of those racks.”

“Honey, if anyone caught us, I’d get busted. It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“Please,” she begged, “It will be all right. You can lock the door, maybe there’s somewhere else we can go.”

And of course, with perfect timing, the chief walked in. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized as the couple broke from each other.

“Chief, this is my wife Stephanie.”

“How do you do, ma’am?”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Chief looked to Glenn. “Don’t mean to break this up, but we need you on a work party. Get down to the second deck ASAP, okay?”

“Sure, Chief.”

After he was gone, they kissed once more. “Sorry, honey, I’ve got to go.” And he escorted her back to the gangplank, with whispered promises that tomorrow they’d be able to care for each other’s passions. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 5:15, right after work,” Stephanie promised.

But as she descended to the dock, Stephanie felt not just disappointment and loneliness, but an overwhelming physical need.

Soon she was in her car on Webster, and passed the string of fast food joints. Suddenly, she was pleased to see a familiar figure walking along the street. “Hey, Chuck,” Steph yelled, pulling the car to the curb. Just the ticket to assuage her solitude.

“Oh, hi!” he responded, realizing who was stopping to greet him.

“I was just driving past. Can I give you a lift home?”

“Sure!” He got in the passenger side, and Steph drove through the residential neighborhood. “I thought your old man was going Bostancı Escort to get home tonight.”

“Well, his ship pulled in, but he’s got to stay on board tonight.”

“Bummer.”

“Yeah, real bummer. Listen, I need some company right now, someone to talk to. Do you need to go right home?”

“Nah. What do you want to do?”

“Can we just drive down to the beach?”

“Okay.” Soon they were in the parking lot, gazing at the lights of the City across the Bay. For a few minutes they chatted about inanities, but soon the depression returned to Steph and she began to weep. It was only natural for Chuck to put his arm around her, to comfort her. He remembered her warning, he didn’t expect anything to happen, and when he felt her lips pressing against his, nibbling at the corner of his mouth, he was astounded and unsure of himself. But the instincts of love are not so easily dissuaded, and he kissed back. They embraced over the stick shift, and he allowed his hand to fondle a breast though the silky fabric of her dress.

For her part, Steph was suddenly overwhelmed by passion. She wanted not so much to make love as to have a release of tension – hers, Glenn’s or Chuck’s. Her hand dropped to the boy’s lap, caressing the ever-strengthening rod inside the slacks. She knew it wasn’t safe to do it here, too many police, but there was one thing she could do for him. Unzipping his pants, she stuck her hand into his boxers, stroking his penis.

She remembered how Glenn liked her to gently rub his dick, and the smoothness of the youth’s rod reminded her of something else Glenn enjoyed, something she rarely performed because some part of the Victorian society she grew up in told her it was ‘dirty.’ At that moment she didn’t care about rules, and so she bent over and took the penis into her mouth. The boy slumped back, letting her minister to him, and she licked the tip of the nearly virgin cock and let her saliva drip down, supplying lubrication for the strokes of her hand. Soon she was bobbing up and down on the prick, and he moved his hips in unison. Just a few seconds later, she felt the slight tremors that indicated he would be releasing soon. This was the point where she almost always backed away, letting Glenn spill his seed into the air, but this time she stayed with Chuck and allowed him to erupt into her mouth. Greedily she sucked the sperm from the young penis, thinking all the while of how it could be Glenn’s, how much he’d enjoy this, but that he was too selfish to be with her tonight, and so she performed the act on another man in substitution. Soon Chuck was finished, and she spit the milky fluid into a tissue, futilely trying not to taste the acid, not to gag. “Did you like that?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned.

“I’m glad. You better zip up,” she said, as headlights swept the side of the car. Luckily, it wasn’t a cop. She started the engine as Chuck rearranged his now flagging dick, and began to drive the few blocks to his house. She stopped on a street filled with adobe bungalows, a few houses past the one he identified as his and told him, “Glenn will be leaving in ten days. Give me a call then, okay?” She drove off into the night, thinking what she’d done served Glenn right.

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The next day at work, keypunching, she realized she wasn’t up to her usual efficient self. She kept thinking about what she’d done the night before with Chuck, and what she could do with Glenn that night. Concentration on her job was suffering. After the next clerk had verified three batches and corrected the dozens of problems, her manager called her in.

“You okay, Steph?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Donegal.”

“Did your husband get home all right last night?”

“Well, no. He had the watch, and had to stay on board.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

“I’m sorry I’m not at my best today,” she apologized, hoping to placate the boss.

“Don’t worry about it. Everybody understands what you’re going through. Listen, your boy is shipping out soon, isn’t he?”

“A week from Tuesday.”

“And the ship will be in port until then?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Listen, if you want to take off a couple of hours every now and then until he leaves, just let me know, all right? It’s pretty quiet here right now, and I’ll let you make up the time after he’s gone, okay?”

“Really, Mr. Donegal? Oh, that would be so nice. Thank you!”

“Don’t worry about it. I was young once, you know. You just take care of that sailor of yours, okay? What time does he get off today?”

“He can leave at 4:00.”

“Okay, then you leave early, and go get him.” He thought for a moment that she was going to hug him, but she bounced out of the door. Her performance improved markedly.

At 3:45 she packed up her purse and left to the cries from her coworkers of “Have a good time,” and “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Instead of heading for Alameda and her husband, she went home and showered. She took her time drying her hair, applying make up, perfuming herself, and donning just the right outfit. Erenköy Escort By the time they’d arranged to meet, she was standing on the pier waiting for her husband, and the other sailors and dockworkers were leering at her.

Glenn almost didn’t recognize her, mainly because, like most men, he started looking at the bottom. Black high heels, nylons, red miniskirt and top, bare midriff, and a come-hither look. At first, he thought she might be a hooker, but when his eyes rose to her face, he took her in his arms and kissed her, winning the admiration of the onlookers. He couldn’t wait to get her home.

He drove as quickly as possible through the rush hour traffic, occasionally stroking her legs when he wasn’t shifting the stick, gazing at her beauty, peeping into her cleavage. At long last, they pulled into the driveway, and chased each other up the stairs to the apartment door.

Stephanie poured a beer into a frosted glass for her returning hero, and when she took it to him in the bedroom he was already reclining on the bed, garbed only in his boxers. “Come here,” he requested, and she joined him on the bed. They began by kissing passionately, hungry for each other after their enforced separation. Glenn pawed hungrily at her bosom, stripping her of her bra and sucking gratefully at her nipples. A warmth kindled within her, not only from the physical attention she was needing and receiving, but also just from the closeness of her husband. Soon she was fondling his sac through his boxers, and he had removed her skirt, pleasantly shocked to discover she’d ‘forgotten’ to wear panties. His eyes and hands explored her thick bush.

He was ready for her, three weeks and one very long night ready for her, and now he was so excited by her state of undress, just high heels, garter belt and nylons, that he forgot to continue the foreplay. He rolled her onto her back and began to sink into her.

Stephanie wanted him to slow him down, to play with her a little more before the sex. Her sense of duty, however, told her not to interfere with his desire. She spread her legs wide and he pounded into her, shoving his manhood deep within her almost moist vagina. His movements caused the elastic of the garter belt to dig into her stomach, rubbing off a bit of skin, but Stephanie knew her place was to give pleasure to her man, so she endured the punishment. Too soon, his excitement and the friction got the best of him, and he spewed into his wife.

Afterward, unsatisfied and no longer aroused, Steph asked, “What would you like for dinner, dear? There’s ground beef, some tuna, or we could go down to the Safeway and pick something else up.”

“How ’bout let’s go out? We could just walk down to Kelly’s.”

“Sure.” It was a bar and restaurant on Fruitvale where they went every once in awhile, when he was around and they had a couple of extra bucks.

“And would you mind putting that outfit back on? You’re awful sexy in it.”

While Glenn put civvies on, jeans and a shirt, Steph packed herself back into the getup he’d been so anxious to get her out of. “Hold on a few minutes, hon, and let me put some makeup and lipstick back on.” Soon she was looking foxy again, and they strolled the three blocks down to the business district. Steph was glib, enjoying the company of her man, and she joked with him and held his arm warmly. But as they approached the door of the bar, Steph remembered the last time she’d entered the place, over a month ago. It had been without Glenn, and she’d left it with a man. For a second she froze, considering how she’d taken the guy home, gotten screwed – the first time she’d ever had a man besides Glenn.

“You okay?” Glenn asked. Steph knew she’d gone white, and wondered if she’d throw up.

“I’m fine. Just let me catch my breath.” She plucked her courage, and they entered the joint. It was early yet, not quite 8:00, and the place was still a little quiet, just four or five guys and a couple of women at the bar, the tables not quite half full. The bartender was the same guy as that fateful night, but he showed no spark of recognition. They sat, and a waitress came by to take their orders, a hamburger for him, a fish sandwich for her. As they ate and drank a couple of beers, the place started to fill, the jukebox got cranked up, and a few of the couples began to move to the small floor.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Glenn asked.

“Okay.” She couldn’t move well in the high heels, but it didn’t seem to matter. Every guy seemed to be looking at her, taking in her nyloned legs, short skirt, naked stomach, and haltered breasts sticking out towards her husband. She’d neglected to put a bra back on, and the frank stares of the men excited her – the nipples hardened and the entire place knew it. Four or five fast songs were played, and then a slow one, a dance where she could hold him close, and could feel him hugging her to him, as if they’d never be apart again.

Finally she begged for a respite, her shoes were killing her. They sat, having a sip of the beers, and soon Steph excused herself and went to the ladies’ room. After taking care of her bladder, she refreshed the mascara and lipstick, and made sure that her hair was brushed. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased with the image, and thought that Glenn should be proud of his ‘date.’

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This morning, ten years and three hundred miles stood between me and my home town. It might as well have been a century, a continent. In ten years, I had never returned, never even considered it. Yet somehow, the barrier of time and space that kept Hapville and its many unpleasant memories safely out of reach for so long had proven insufficient. I was going back.

The first thing I noticed was the sign. A twenty mile stretch of county road through overgrown pastures and kudzu-covered ditches once flowed seamlessly from Briar Cove to Hapville and straight on through to Morris with nothing but weathered barns and unmarked intersections as landmarks. At some point in the past ten years, the city council had erected a quaint burgundy sign along the way that read, “Welcome to Hapville!” then in slightly smaller letters below, “Antique capitol of North Alabama!” Two snaking tendrils of kudzu had already found their way up one side of the 5′ sign. Without someone to come out and trim it, the whole sign would be covered in less than two weeks. I found myself wondering what portion of the city’s budget was allocated to keeping the damn Welcome sign clear of kudzu as I made the unmarked turn onto the two-lane street that lead to the center of town.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened. The kudzu and open fields gave way to houses and gravel driveways. The dwellings on the outskirts of town were largely of the single- and double-wide variety. A brick ranch house every once in a while. Then a cinder-block shanty with two faded Fisher Price push cars parked on the front lawn in a tangle of weeds and empty coffee canisters. As I neared town square, the houses grew larger, more solid, and generally more well-kept. Mid-century Victorians with wrap-around porches, white trim, and gnarled rose bushes in the flower beds. I didn’t spot one house that couldn’t do with a good pressure-washing, but even the dinginess of these grander homes only seemed to add to their charm, as though they wore their years with pride and were more distinguished for them.

I crossed the tracks and took the first left at the Jayco gas station. I was thinking about my next turn when suddenly, I found myself face-to-face with a ghost. The gazebo at the center of town. My foot pulsed on the brakes as the blood rushed from my face and a wave of memory crashed over me. Prom night, two a.m. Stars, lamplight, empty streets. A chaste, tearful kiss as Rascal Flatts softly flowed through the open windows of his parked Chrysler Lebaron.

My ears were ringing. I realized I had come to a dead stop in the middle of the road, but thankfully there were no cars behind me. With a small shake of my head, I dispelled the intrusive memory back to the quiet space where I had kept it locked for over a decade. I tried desperately to avoid looking at the gazebo as I made a right turn onto Main Street and through a stretch of twenty-or-so run-down store fronts peddling everything from second-hand furniture to handmade lawn ornaments. These were the antique stores of Hapville fame, really nothing more than brick-and-mortar garage sales, and every other front was vacant.

As I made the short drive through town, I found myself swatting away old memories, things I hadn’t thought of in years. That store sold ice cream from a deep freezer, but only Meyers pints in two flavors: butter pecan and French vanilla. I worked a summer at that McDonald’s. My first car hit a nail in the parking lot behind this grocery store. I lost my virginity in that park.

Oh god. The fucking park. It had completely eluded me that Kelly’s new address was adjacent to Bunny Hill Park. She used to live beside the school, but she texted me her new address when I told her I’d be coming into town for the reunion. I hadn’t even bothered to map it, remembering that the street intersected Main.

Kelly and I had been best friends since sixth grade, and ironically, she had been the first person I’d told about the park. Fuck. Fifteen years old, I thought with a groan of regret. Fifteen, horny, and stupid. My boyfriend at the time, Cody Rogers, was also fifteen. Sweet then, but the relationship soured in the dramatic, painful way that heated teenage romances often did. I could barely remember what he was like when we first started dating, only how pissy and cruel we were both were to each other when we broke up six weeks later, and then the icy, stabbing indifference that followed every day for the next four years.

I found Kelly’s house number, and noted with disgust that the exact spot where I’d had my first fumbling fuck was plainly visible from her driveway. Holy shit. Who had lived here back then? Weren’t there trees blocking these houses from view at the time? Oh god, please let there have been trees.

The screen door slammed. I looked up and there was Kelly, only it wasn’t her. We hadn’t seen each other in nearly three years, when she’d spent a weekend with me in Atlanta. In those three years, she had taken off about twenty pounds, chopped off most of her hair and dyed it brown, and Maltepe Escort if my eyes didn’t deceive me, she’d had some work done to her breasts. Her low-cut top clearly revealed two perfect C’s where there had once been modest B’s. For all of that, she hadn’t aged a day. In fact, she looked amazing.

She waved a greeting with one hand. The other gripped the neck of a bottle of red. “Thought you might be ready for a glass,” she shouted as I opened the car door and climbed out, leaving my bags in the back seat. Her smile was the only thing about this town that felt at all like home, and I noticed some of my tension lift as she pulled me into a long hug.

She lead me inside, gave me a quick tour. Two bedrooms, wall-to-wall carpet with soft green paint on bare living room walls. The house had the distinct feel of being freshly moved-into, void of all the mess and clutter and subtle signs of human presence that came once a home had been lived in for a while. The furniture seemed a little too new, the stove a smidge too clean, and the pantry far too bare. In fact, the only things Kelly kept in her pantry were a half-empty container of Oreo cookies, a box of sandwich bags, and 5 more bottles of red. “One of those ‘wine-crate’ mail subscriptions,” Kelly explained. “Deb had one and gave us the kinds she didn’t care for.”

Deb was Kelly’s mother-in-law. Ex-mother-in-law, I had to remind myself. “Do you still talk?”

Kelly shook her head. She plucked an unopened bottle from the shelf, handed it to me before closing the pantry door. “Nope,” she said. “Things are still a little raw.”

Seeing that she was not going to offer anything else unprompted, I asked, “So it’s all final, then?”

“Almost. Waiting on one last thing to sign, I think.”

Not knowing what else to say, I offered, “At least there aren’t any kids, right?”

Kelly shrugged, “Yeah, that’s what everyone keeps saying. But I don’t know.” She pulled a couple glasses from a cabinet. There was already a corkscrew out on the counter. I picked it up and began busying myself with the bottle. “I mean, I can’t help but wonder sometimes. Maybe if we had a kid, things would be different. Like, maybe we both would have tried a little bit harder to make things work.”

I shimmied the cork free with a satisfying pop. “Bullshit,” I said. I began pouring. “Then there would be three miserable people instead of two. And then you’d have to see him every goddam weekend to swap the kid around. At least this way, if you want, you can cut him out of your life for good. Start completely over.”

Kelly took the glass I offered her as I poured a generous portion for myself. “Christ, you make it all sound so sterile,” she mumbled, taking a sip. “You know it’s never really that cut and dry, not when feelings are involved.”

“No reason why it can’t be,” I shrugged. “Believe me,” I continued. “You’re better off that it’s ending now, while you’re still young and hot and have nothing else tying you down.”

“Mmmm, you think I’m hot?” she teased, playfully licking the rim of her wine glass and leaning over the counter so her breasts peaked over the top of her tank top.

“You’re such a slut,” I teased, tossing the wine cork at her exposed cleavage. “And hey, did you get a boob job?”

She beamed. “Needed a little confidence boost when things went tits-up, so I upgraded my tits.” She did a little shimmy so her enhanced bosom jiggled. “Like?”

I took a gulp of wine. “I’m jealous.” My breasts had appeared early, but then never grew larger than a B.

“Don’t be,” she said. “You’ve always had great tits.”

Later that night, we sat on her bed with the last bottle of wine, taking swigs and passing it back and forth.

“So what the fuck are we going to do about tomorrow night?” she groaned for what must have been the sixth or seventh time.

I shook my head, held up a finger. “We’re not going to talk to him. Just leave him alone.”

She started to protest, “But I can’t-“

“No,” I said forcefully, taking hold of her shoulders. She grinned. “No, Kelly. We’re going to leave him alone, and if he tries to start shit, we’re going to tell him to go fuck himself.”

Kelly burst into giggles. “Fuck himself,” she snorted. “If he – If he didn’t fuck himself, he’d never get any!”

We both rolled with laughter. I took the half-empty bottle by the neck and upended it. “Seriously, though,” she said, suppressing giggles. “We haven’t fucked in like, months. Or, you know, before-” she flung her arm about to indicate all of the drama and shit surrounding the divorce- “before it went bad, like really bad, we went like six months without sex. Is that normal?”

“Fuck no!” I blurted, almost spitting wine onto her blue duvet.

“Right,” she said, but her smile faltered.

“Fucking idiot,” I said. “You were always way hotter than him. I don’t get how anyone could be married to you and, like, not want to be all over you every goddam night. Idiot.”

“I mean, it wasn’t all his fault,” she muttered. “That part at least…”

She Ümraniye Escort took the bottle from my hand, downed the last of it. “Okay, so it’s like this,” she said, rubbing the back of her hand across her mouth. “And this is going to sound stupid, but I think my body may have been telling me something was wrong with our relationship long before things went sour. I mean, I used to find him really attractive. We’d fuck like every day, whenever we could. That’s one of the main reasons we got married so young, so we could move in and fuck whenever the hell we wanted. But the past couple years, I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I just haven’t wanted it as much. Not with him.”

“With someone else?” I prompted.

Her eyes met mine. I noticed they were glazed over and slightly unfocused. She was either already trashed, or well on her way, and I wasn’t far behind. Then she shrugged. “Yes and no. Not like, one specific person. I wasn’t cheating or anything. But I started noticing that different things turned me on, and the things that used to just didn’t do it for me anymore.”

“Like what? Did you get into some like Fifty-Shades-of-Grey type shit?”

She whacked me with a throw pillow she had been holding against her stomach. “Shut up,” she scoffed, laughing. “Not like that. Just, different people. Different types of people.”

“Like black guys?”

Kelly shook her head.

“Girls?”

She blinked. She lifted the empty bottle to her lips, then remembered that the last of it was gone and set the bottle down in her lap. “We need more wine,” she finally said.

* * * * *

“Cody.” His name hadn’t passed my lips in years. Just saying it brought back a dozen memories, mostly angry, some sad, and even a couple distinctly erotic flashes of recollection, his name ragged on my breath, his hair between my fingers and his whole body heavy between my legs.

He turned, and for a moment I was terrified that he did not recognize me. His eyes searched me, and then at last, a flash of recognition. “Becca?” he said, looking me over again more carefully. I had a panicked thought that the old grudge might still linger in his memory, that the same chilly silence that tainted our last four years of school would also haunt the evening. But then he flung out an arm and said, “Oh my god. You look… wow. You look incredible.” His arm enveloped me and his scent filled my nostrils. Soap and pine needles. I noticed that he seemed at least six inches taller than he was when we had dated, and I felt small in his arms.

The hug lasted just a second longer than it should have. “Thanks,” I said. “You look great, too.” It was true. The years had not been unkind to him. He kept his hair shorter, face slightly stubbled. His cheeks had thinned out and there were faint traces of muscle beneath his shirt.

He was smiling. Oh god. When was the last time he smiled at me? Me at him? “Let me get you a drink,” he said. “I want to hear what you’ve been up to.”

I waved away the suggestion. “I’ve already had enough,” I laughed. “It took me three glasses of wine just to get up the nerve to come over here.”

Mercifully, he chuckled. “Wow, you really have changed, huh? I remember you never would have had so much as a sniff of booze when we were in high school.”

I scoffed, embarrassed. “Oh, I’ve changed alright.”

“Oh, yeah?” he said. “How’s that?” Was he flirting?

I flushed. Cleared my throat. “Well,” I said. “I got a tattoo.”

“You. A tattoo. I don’t believe it.”

“It’s true,” I said. Then, realizing I was intentionally making myself sound trashy, I added, “but it’s small. Easy to cover up.”

“Where?” he asked.

I pointed to the small hollow of my pelvis where my clover tattoo lived. Then, without thinking, I winked. Now I was flirting. Fuck, I was drunker than I thought.

His eyebrows flew up. “I’d like to see it sometime,” he said. I couldn’t tell if he was joking.

An awkward silence followed. After a moment, I said, “Well, it’s great to see you again.”

“Yeah, you too,” he said.

My head felt weightless as I moved away from him, made my way back to the bar for a fresh drink. There were only 96 people in my graduating class, and only about 70 who showed for the reunion. It was hard to lose yourself in a crowd of so few, and I kept making awkward eye contact with Cody without meaning to.

I endured a few uncomfortable conversations with former classmates, the typical run-down. “What have you been up to?” “It’s been forever!” “We should catch up sometime!” “You look great!” A lot of words, nothing much said. They weren’t the reason I was here.

About an hour into the evening, the class president took the stage. “Good evening, Hapville High class of 2007!” Applause. Someone yelled, “Go Panthers!” She thanked the student council and assorted members of the faculty who had helped put the evening together, a general thanks to all who had donated to the alumni scholarship fund. Then, “As is tradition, we’ve invited our own Class of ’07 İstanbul Escort Hapville Scholarship recipient to say a few words about how this opportunity has impacted her life. I’m excited to welcome one of our most distinguished alumni back to her alma mater to share her experience, and encourage all of you to invest in the future of our local children and our community by donating to this worthy cause. Without further ado, Becca Simmers!”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the mic. There was no podium, just a mic stand. I looked out on the half-interested faces of my former peers and began the speech I had prepared on the drive from Atlanta. First the formalities, “I want to thank the alumni that came before me as well as the selection committee…” Then the same setup I heard at a seminar two weeks earlier, “Success is 10% opportunity and 90% what we make of it. When you grow up in a situation where opportunities are scarce, you have to make the most of the ones you do get, because there is no guarantee when or if another will come along. This scholarship was my opportunity, and I like to think that I made the most of it. I went to Auburn and got a great education, something that would not have been possible without this scholarship. With my education, I began a career, saw the world, and through much blind luck, but even more hard work, I was able to launch my own business.”

I spoke for a few more minutes about my startup company, admittedly a very small fish in the very big pond of third party logistics companies, and my gratitude for the town where I grew up blah blah blah. It was bullshit. Not my success, but my feelings toward Hapville. It was like talking about your ex to a shared child. There was no love and even a great deal of animosity in that relationship, but you had to put on a face and pretend like you didn’t hate them. If I had been able to say no to the speaking commitment -and I had tried; I was actually already scheduled to table at a conference in Fresno- I would have, but they had me by the balls, so to speak. How did you say no to the people who you owed your first break to? So I had agreed to return to the shithole where I grew up, say a few words for the benefit of the donors, and then put the town back in my rearview for another decade or two.

I exited the stage to applause and made a straight line to the bar. Several more people came up to me, offered their cards, invitations to catch up over drinks, to which I gave polite, intentionally misleading replies. “I’ll make sure to reach out the next time I’m in town.”

I felt a hand squeeze my arm. Kelly. She ordered herself a gin and tonic and then said, “Nice speech.” Then in a low voice, she added, “Just so you know, I noticed Cody eye-fucking you the whole time you were up there.”

“Oh really,” I said, feigning disinterest. “What about Mark? Any run-ins with him yet?”

Kelly scoffed. She hastily snatched up the glass the bartender set in front of her and took a long swig. “Oh, he’s here all right. What a fucking piece of work. Hasn’t said two words to me, but he’s apparently been making a real ass of himself striking out with half the cheerleading squad. About ten minutes ago, I saw him disappear to the locker room with- get this – Jessica Carter. Fucking Jessica Carter! Remember what a slut she was?”

“No.” I remembered who the sluts were – I was probably considered one of them. Jessica Carter, by all accounts, was definitely in the goody-goody phylum. I couldn’t even remember her ever having a boyfriend.

“Yeah, well, you’ve got to be a pretty big slut to hook up with a married man at a goddam reunion.”

“Divorced,” I corrected. “Remember? He’s your ex.”

“Whatever,” she said, downing the rest of her drink. “Anyway, here comes yours now.”

“What?” I said, but I turned and there was Cody. He was smiling.

“I had no idea you were such a distinguished alumni,” he teased. He motioned to the bartender for a couple beers.

“You’re mocking me,” I said.

“No, I’m taunting you.”

Just then, the band, returning from a break, struck up a tune and the gym filled with music. “Wanna go talk somewhere a little quieter?” he shouted over the music.

“Okay,” I said. Leaving our untouched beers on the bar, I let him take me by the hand and lead me through the crowd and out a back door.

* * * * * * * *

The hallway was dark. His hand was warm in mine, pulling me further into blackness and away from the party. There was an exciting sense of urgency, of secrecy and danger as he led me down a pitch black corridor, then a sharp turn down another that was even darker.

I could still hear the music pumping from the gym when he stopped. Suddenly, his hand was no longer in mine. Both hands were rough and warm against my torso, forcefully pulling me into him. I felt his hard body press against mine as our lips found each other in the darkness. The first kiss was electric, a searing rush of nostalgia and fire. Then his mouth was on my neck, his hands frantically tugging up my dress. I raised my arms as he lifted the dress over my head, tossed it into some dark corner. My hands found his belt buckle and deftly worked to undo the clasp and unbutton his pants. They dropped to the ground with a satisfying clink as he tore away his own shirt.

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