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Part 2 – Another Step

Jon and I talked about the photos and he asked me would I pose nude in front of Henry. I thought about it for a moment, and then asked him if he’d mind. Of course not was his immediate reply, and then repeated the question back to me. No, in fact I quite liked the idea, though I’d heard photographers of nude models often wanted more than just to take photos. What would he think if it went further than photos? Well, he replied grinning, he’d leave that to me as I was my own person and knew I loved him so what would it matter?

Jon was odd that way, very different from other men who my girlfriends said were so possessive and got irritated when other men as much as looked at them. Why, I often mused to myself, they liked looking at them? Surely their husbands and boyfriends should be pleased other men found them attractive. It was a puzzle as men liked looking at other women!

Jon’s birthday was coming up and the week afterwards he had to go away for a month on business. Apparently the company had started negotiations with a company in China. So I was wracking my brains to think of something to get him as a going away present. There were obviously lots of things he could use like tools he could use at home but for travelling? I wanted something more personal, even intimate, when I recalled our conversation the week before about nude photographs. I could load them up onto his tablet and then he could see me naked any time he wanted and masturbate over my body. I could do them myself but I wanted something a bit better. As there was limited internet where he was going we wouldn’t always be able to Skype one another. Henry’s photos of me in my bikini were great and maybe he would do some more for me but a little more risqué.

It was Tuesday and I gathered up my courage and went next door to find Henry. As always, he was dressed in his overalls holding a paintbrush as he opened the door and greeted me with his usual smile. After saying hi he waved me inside, telling me to go through to the kitchen whilst he got rid of the paint brush. I walked though and stood for a moment waiting for him. He returned and asked me whether I’d like a drink. Maybe a stiff whisky I said as I felt I needed it. Why he asked? I felt myself blushing as I tried to think of the best way to ask him. I reminded him of the bikini photos, and asked him if he would do some more for me. Of course I will, he replied.

I went on to haltingly saying what I wanted was not quite like those and told him that Jon was going away and I’d like to give him something to remind him of me, something a bit more risqué. He had stared at me for a moment as if he was not sure he understood what I was saying.

I went on, to explain that Jon was going to China for work and there is limited internet there, so for his birthday I was going to give him some photos of me to please him when he was away. The ones of me in a bikini were so good, but these need to be a substitute for me being in bed with him.

Ah, Henry had smiled, those types of photos, adding of course he’d love to, though wouldn’t Jon mind? Not at all, I had replied adding that he is very open minded about that sort of thing. Leaving anything of that nature for me to decide never forcing me one way or the other.

He’s a very good man Mandy, Henry had exclaimed. And I had replied, that I knew, sometimes wondering what I had done, to deserve him and re-iterating that he really didn’t mind, and neither did I.

I faced Henry and told him that Jon liked looking at my body, it turned him on and I liked him looking at it as well knowing that it did. So it wasn’t a problem to give him something to enjoy, I knew he liked wanking, which I normally did for him.

Henry chuckled, and I had looked at him seriously for a moment and said to him that both Jon and I liked him and trusted him. Adding that he was a man like any man with male desires. I knew he like looking at my naked breasts, so if he liked what he saw when I’m posed completely naked for him and got an erection for him to feel free to play with himself.

Henry had looked a bit surprised and then chuckled saying Jon and I really were something, going on to ask when I wanted the photo done?

As soon as possible I had said, could we do them that very day?

I decided to use Henry’s place as he had a really nice place with great furniture and fittings. He told me to come back in about an hour as he had to get some things sorted out. Then he really said something that brought home what I wanted him to do, telling me to just wear a light coat, nothing else. In fact, he said to have a hot shower and just put on a bit of makeup, not too much and to bring something sexy to wear.

I remember leaving, my face still a bit flushed from talking about what I wanted doing.

I rummaged around in my underwear drawer and pulled out a thong, a small half bra, suspenders and stockings, and put them in a small case. Not sure what else to take I pulled out a little black dress that Jon Liked that was short and sexy, and put that on top of my undies. Sitting down I applied some makeup not that I wear much anyway, just a little eyeliner and light lippy.

I made myself a strong cup of coffee and sat down to read my emails. The clock anadolu yakası escort quickly ticked by and before I could lose my nerve I was slipping out the front door, naked under my small light coat and walk next door to Henry house. The door was open, but I knocked anyway. Come in, I heard him from inside and I entered, he popped his head around the door to the lounge and, smiled as he saw me. I entered the lovely room with it stylish modern furniture and as he directed put my case on the table. He was changed from his overalls and now wore a T-shirt and shorts. He showed me where he would take the shots, by a white easy chair. He had moved it by the window but this time he also had other studio lights making the place look very professional.

You must have done this thing in the past? I asked him, to which he replied that he had spent some time as a professional photographer. Oh that explains it, I mused, as he looked down at a camera he was fixing onto a tripod.

He opened my case and held out my stuff, commenting approvingly, say that these should be fine, as we’d do a sort of strip sequence.

We stood there a moment, before he looked at me and said that we should get started. He explained we’d do nude shots first as I was already nice and smooth and then dress me up. He pointed to a chair by a table and told me to get undressed. I walked over, and with nervous fingers undid the few buttons and slid my only protection off and stood naked. I turned and saw me completely naked for the first time.

You’re lovely Mandy, he said adding he liked it that I hadn’t completely shaved down there, pointing to my pussy. He directed me over to the window and for the next few minutes took photos of me standing in various poses.

To start with I was a bit stiff but Henry slowly got me to relax and I started to enjoy the feeling of exposing myself. He kept reminding me to think of Jon as I posed which helped and I could feel myself getting into the mood. He was very easy to work with explaining what he wanted. We moved to the chair and we did what I suppose what could be called modest poses, but slowly they became more intimate as my legs parted and my cunt was in brought into full view.

Henry stopped photographing and asked me as he looked down at himself if I’d mind him getting a bit more comfortable, I could see the front of his shorts were being pressed outwards. He went on to explain that he’d taken a little helper when he knew I wouldn’t mind him looking at me and getting erect.

I said, no problem and to go ahead as I got myself comfortable in the chair my legs apart and drawn up over the chair arms. I was slowly stroking my exposed cunt when I looked up to find Henry standing next to me naked, his erect cock poking directly at me. The shaft was long and pale in the light, though the head was purple and well ridged. I smiled to reassure him I didn’t mind a bit.

He watched me as he held the camera with one hand whilst the other stroked along his shaft. Maybe he said we could get some more action shots and told me to open my labia and show him my clit and vagina as he knelt down in front of me barely a meter away from my genitals.

The camera clicked as he directed me to stroke myself around my cunt and then to push a finger inside then two. I must admit it was starting to turn me on as my fingers caressed my sensitive spots. And I could see him also stroking his sensitive spot though it was limited to his cock. He then got me to change position getting me to kneel on the chair, legs apart. Facing away my cunt and anus were in full view. I stroked my labia running my finger up my slit to my anus.

He stopped shooting and stood up and he walked around stroking his cock, before he put the camera down and turned to me and suggested we changed the camera for a video and I thought that was a good idea then Jon could see me in motion. It was not long before the video was sitting on the tripod and I was once more the focus of action. I sat facing him once more my legs wide apart. This time he suggested I really work at getting Jon excited and even maybe myself. I didn’t take much encouragement, my nipples were hard under the tips of my fingers as I caressed them, before sliding down my body to touch the tip of my clit full aroused above my gaping lips. Henry left the video to record and came closer out of frame to the side and his hands really worked on his cock. Henry told me to take my time remembering that this was for Jon, so I worked on slowly caressing my body before returning to my clit and cunt.

I knew I was getting close as my breathing got deeper and more ragged, and then my body reacted to my ministrations. I was gasping, the fingers of one hand now inside my vagina and my other fingers squeezing my nipples. My eyes closed as I came, my body heaving as my breathing rasped in my throat, it was wonderful.

Henry also chose to cum then, his hand grasping his cock as semen pulsed out the top, caught by his hand. I opened my eyes and grinned up at Henry, he chuckled and went on to say that once he would have shot all over me but now, well no matter he’d certainly enjoyed that and asked if I had as well.

I smiled and told him it was lovely and knew ataşehir escort Jon would love it. Henry wiped his cock on a hanky and said for me to take a short break and then we’d shoot some with me dressed, as a lead up, as men like their women to tantalize them before revealing themselves fully. I briefly exited and found a flannel and towel in Henry’s bathroom to wipe my cunt that was still wet.

I seemed almost surreal as we stood naked after the sexual excitement of a short time ago drinking some mineral water. His body had aged but I could see the young Henry under the wrinkled body and surprised myself by not worrying about it.

For the next couple of hours, we shot all kinds of shots with me dressed in different clothes and teasing Jon, a flash of a nipple here and a bit of cunt there. It was great, I really enjoyed it.

We finished with me wearing suspenders and stockings and nothing else. Henry turned off the lights and asked me if I wanted something to eat as it was past lunchtime. I was certainly feeling peckish after the exciting morning so I said fine and Henry left to knock up something. I started to pull on my dress when I thought what the hell it was a beautiful summer’s day and it was lovely being naked. I walked out into the kitchen and Henry was stirring some eggs in a bowl. He had replaced his shorts and turned as I came in. His smile greeted me as he once more scanned my naked body. Didn’t I want to get dressed he asked to which I replied that I was fine if it was OK with him. He chuckled and that was enough.

Jon left for China that week and before he went, I gave him the USB stick that I had encrypted, and told him it was for him when he got lonely. The password was my vital statistics; I thought it best to encrypt it in case it was confiscated. He could always say he couldn’t remember the password.

It was a fortnight later that Jon managed to phone, after the usual long time no see conversation, I asked if he had found the need to check out the treat I had given him. He chuckled and said it was great saying it just hit the spot, I could tell he did not want to talk explicitly about it as the phone might not be completely private. I asked if he minded that Henry was there, and he said of course not as it was up to me and didn’t affect us in any way at all. He even hinted that something tastier would be appreciated as they did receive internal mail couriered over here, so I could drop it in at work and they would forward it. We chatted some more before he said he had to go saying he loved me and all that mushy stuff. He did hint that he might be away a bit longer, as the task was a bit trickier than they had estimated for.

I was a bit teary when he rang off but was pleased to know at least he had something to remember me by. Later that day I popped over to Henry’s place with some cake I had made. He was as always pottering about in his overalls and smiled as I walked in. I told him that Jon had appreciated the shots and video, which made him comment he should hope so, which made us both laugh. We chatted amiably for a while about this and that before I returned to the photo shooting he did.

I mentioned that Jon could be away for a while and I stammered he might like some more maybe even more interesting. Henry looked at me and then surprised me by explaining that many years ago he had been a photographer for a pornography supplier. I chuckled saying that was why he was so good at the photography. He smiled saying you didn’t need to be that good to photograph pussy, but it did teach him something. Some girls just loved it whilst others hated it. He then implied that I seemed to like being photographed that way. After a pause thinking about it I said I did. Also Jon had mentioned he had a fantasy where he would “show “me off to other men.

Henry looked at me thoughtfully and asked if I liked men looking at me that way, or rather my body, sexually. He asked me if I’d like to show myself naked to strangers. I hesitated not sure whether I should reveal any of my own fantasies, but thought what the hell, what did I have to hide? Yes, I said I did, and went on to admit that I was fairly highly sexed and often needed to release my tensions. He asked me how I felt, to which I replied that it made me feel good knowing men are getting off on my body, even turning me on a bit. What about handling me, no sex just fondling my body and how Jon would feel about it. I replied that I had no problem with being fondled and Jon fantasized about showing me off, but had never talked about anything further, though as long as it was just fondling he’d probably be ok and definitely turned on. Anything further I would have to ask him.

Henry went on to say he had an old friend, George, who ran an exclusive gentleman’s club who would love to meet me. If I wanted, he could phone him and see if he would be interested in meeting me. I hesitated thinking it was one thing to show myself to Old Henry, but to other strangers, but then thought why not so I said Ok, go ahead. Henry picked up his phone and tried the number. There was a reply and Henry started to talk to his mate. I listened with interest as he explained a little about what we had talked about, and had to chuckle when I heard him ümraniye escort say I was well endowed. There were a few chuckles as they bantered a bit until he told George he would bring me along. He then asked if George was interested in using me, could he take some shots of me if his customers would let him. It sounded as if that would be OK. He rang off and explained about the place. It’s not a strip joint if that’s what I was thinking, you’d have to see what went on. I paused a moment, was this all going too far too fast, but then I thought Henry would be there to look after me and he did say it was a friend. I asked when and we decided it should be that night before I got cold feet.

At nine I walked over to Henry’s wearing as before just my light coat no bra or panties as he recommended, he told with a knowing smile and chuckle that they would provide all I needed to wear. He was smartly dressed and grabbing his keys we went out to his car. He asked if I had taken his suggestion as to what to wear, to which I grinning I answered by briefly opened the top of my coat to reveal a naked breast, he laughed and we were off. The place was in the smart end of town and we parked in a car park in front of the building before walking over to a large door in front of which stood two big men in bellman’s uniforms. One recognized Henry and they talked briefly, Henry mentioned that George was expecting us and we were ushered in.

We entered a luxurious foyer where a middle aged man turned and smiled as he walked towards us. He said hello to Henry as they shook hands before turning to me, asking if I was the lady he had phoned about, to which Henry replied I was, and introduced me to George. Henry turned to me and to my surprise said he would take my coat. After hesitating for a moment I unbuttoned the front and slipped it off to stand naked before this complete stranger. He looked me up and down, especially my breasts, turning me around to see my back and buttocks, lovely he said as he complimented me and said Henry always did have a good eye for a fine looking woman. He talked briefly to Henry before turning to me to explain what was expected of me. I was a hostess and was there to look pretty and smile at the customers. They might wish to hold or cuddle me but there was no sex in the main lounge, it was up to me if I wanted to go further. But if he understood Henry correctly, I was there to just enjoy myself and hopefully please his guests at the same time. I nodded, and he explained I would be paid but would have to be readied before I went into the lounge. OK, I agreed, feeling butterflies in my stomach as the clock ticked by with me standing in a strange place totally naked. He went over to the desk where a young woman dressed in a short frilly apron and transparent top that did little to hide the fact she wore no bra or panties was taking coats and told her to take me to the dressing rooms to be made ready; he would look after the desk. So within a few minutes of entering the place I was being whipped away. Henry told me later that I had a worried look but also a twinkle in my eye as all this went on.

Thirty minutes later I was walking into the lounge still totally naked apart from black high heels, now I understood Henry’s grin when he said they would dress me, they had, in heels. My my cunt and anus had been washed and douched, the girl had explained all the girls had to have this done so I had no choice. I walked down the five steps my breasts bobbing until I reached the main floor, I could feel many eyes on me as I walked before the twenty or so men who were standing or sitting around drinking. What was I thinking exposing my whole body freely to these strangers, though I could also feel a tingle in my loins?

I spotted Henry filming me and walked towards him. He put the camera down and told me I looked fabulous, saying I also had the biggest tits in the room. We stood there chatting before he told me to go and get him a drink. I turned and walked over to the bar and ordered a drink from another totally naked girl. As I waited I turned and faced the room, watching the other girls to see what they were doing. They were also naked and standing around just looking sexy and pretty as the men around them ogled their bodies as they chatted. I turned and after picking up the drink returned to Henry. We talked briefly before he took my arm and walked a few paces before introducing me to three men who had been standing looking at me and then asked whether they minded him taking some video shots of me with them, explaining that they were strictly for my benefit and would not be published. He did assure them he would blur their faces a little. They said fine as they stared at my tits before one stepped closer and put his arm around my naked waist before raising his hand up to cup my breast. Lovely he said to his friends one of whom ran his hand down my tummy before running his fingers between my legs and fondled my cunt. They asked whether I was new here as they had not seen me before to which I replied yes, this was my intro night. We talked a little more before they asked if I would be available upstairs to which I replied I’d have to see how the night worked out. They chatted a little longer as they fondled me before Henry led me to another group of men. And so the evening progressed with me being either videoed or photographed with several men. All were fascinated by my breasts and nipples that were rubbed fondled and squeezed through the night. I must admit it felt very strange to be the plaything of these well-dressed men, passed from one to another.

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“Come over here,” I smiled at him as he closed the door. “My morning office hours are over so no one will disturb us,” my insinuation was crystal-clear.

“Damn it woman! I don’t have time for this!” His complaint held no weight whatsoever though, since he said it after he locked the door and was making his way around the desk to stand in front of my chair.

I grabbed the hem of his uniform shirt and used it to propel my rolling office chair toward him. Now mere inches away, I moved my hands beneath his shirt and found his belt. I looked up at him, gauging his response as I quickly freed his already hardening member to my touch.

“I’ve got stuff I need to be doing right now,” he interjected weakly, though his mock-frown was belied by the way he twitched as I softly stroked him to full awareness.

“I have something I need to be doing right now too,” my eyes gleamed devilishly as I smeared my thumb through the drop of pre-come already spilling through the opening for me. “Besides, you’ve been teasing me all morning!” I chastised sternly.

Still holding his gaze, I dipped my head then, allowing my tongue to follow the path of my thumb. I watched as his eyes closed while I opened my mouth and enclosed the engorged head. My intent was only to tease him a bit, leave him wanting more. I wanted him to be as distracted as I was, unable to concentrate on work for the powerfully seductive images that istanbul escort kept invading my thoughts.

I slid down slowly, taking him in an inch at a time, only to withdraw and lap at him again with teasing strokes of my tongue. In hindsight, I should have known better than to think I could remain unaffected. Each time I wrapped my lips around him and drew him in further, I imagined feeling him elsewhere. Each time he filled my mouth and tickled at the back of my throat, I imagined myself stretching to accommodate his delicious thickness as he slid past my other set of lips. As much as I delighted in his response to my kisses, I found myself wanting more and more for him to bury himself deep inside of me again, to soothe the growing ache in the pit of my belly.

Just then, his hands came down to my shoulders, and I felt him pulling me upward, effectively putting a stop to the tongue bath I had been administering to tease him. He silenced my protests with his lips, kissing me until I relaxed in his arms. His fingers that had tangled in my hair suddenly tightened, tugging my head backward. I let out an almost animalistic groan at his unexpected roughness as his lips pulled away from mine, only to reattach themselves at the sensitive column of my throat.

His savage kisses blazed a fiery path avcılar escort up the side of my neck to my ear. He whispered then, “God, I want to fuck you so bad right now!” Every synapse in my brain fired at once when the full weight of his words sank in, and I felt my knees buckle at the mere thought.

Wordlessly, I pulled away from him, and reached for my bag, only a couple of feet away. I dug into the inside pocket until my fingertips closed over what I was looking for. I rose back up and handed him the condom, allowing him to take care of that particular task. The minute he took it from me, I was already unbuckling my belt, then snatching the buttons loose. I pushed my pants and panties down to my knees as I hobbled over to rejoin him.

He pulled me back into his arms for another fiery embrace, kissing me roughly and thoroughly. Then, without a word, he spun me around and propelled me forward to the edge of the desk. He pressed himself full-length against my backside, bending to slip himself between my thighs.

“Mmmmm, you’re already ready?” he whispered in my ear, surprised when he reached down to find me completely soaked. I nodded slightly and nestled back into him as I gripped the edge of the desk to brace myself for his onslaught. His arm snaked down between us then, and he guided himself to the wetness at my entrance. Mindful of the fact that it’d been so long şirinevler escort since I’d had a steady lover, he tried to start off slow, easing himself into me a little at a time. But I didn’t care. I knew I’d probably regret it later, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh God, please fuck me!” I cried out in a quiet moan, as I pushed myself back against him. Needing no further encouragement, he grabbed my hips and drove himself deeply, completely inside of me, not stopping until his hips were mashed firmly against the cheeks of my ass. “Oohhhh, yes! That’s it! Fuck me!” I did my damnedest to keep quiet, but I almost couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t even begin to fathom the repercussions if we got caught, but it was so hard to care when he was filling me so nicely as he pistoned in and out. I continued to moan and whisper encouragement, trying to let him know I was about to come, to coax him into coming with me. Sensing my impending orgasm, he reached down and found the sensitive button of my clit and rubbed it firmly with his fingertips while his hips continued to rock back and forth and bury every rock-hard inch again and again. Within seconds, the added pressure of his fingertips stroking my clit sent my right over the edge. I came violently, almost losing my grip on the edge of the desk as the spasms took over. I felt my internal muscles clench and release him again and again, until he let out a soft moan of his own and propelled himself deep inside of me one final time for his own release. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, a firm grip on my hips, until our combined spasms subsided and our ragged breathing slowed. Then he leaned forward and pressed soft kisses into the side of my neck as he slowly withdrew, leaving me empty, but strangely, still full.

To be continued…

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You’re no son of mine! Those were the first words which left my father’s mouth when I finally told him my truth. My name is Nidal Abdul-Jabbar. I am twenty years old. I study business administration at the University of Ottawa in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Khobar, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but raised in the Confederation of Canada. Three months ago I revealed to my father Mohammed that I am bisexual. And thus found myself an outcast in the growing Arab community of Ottawa. Overnight, I went from being one of the most respected and admired young men in town to a virtual pariah.

I play Rugby for the University of Ottawa, and have excelled at the sport ever since my younger days. When my family moved to Canada, my love of sports helped me adapt to the changes we faced. There are many young men with a fondness for rugby in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Believe it or not, we do love sports, and many things that westerners doubt we’ve ever heard of. We do more than pray or curse the west for its wild and unpredictable ways. I am the son of two worlds. Of Saudi Arabia, the most conservative nation on the planet Earth, and of Canada, a rapidly changing North American country with an ever-evolving national identity. These days, I am a citizen of Canada but I’ve never forgotten my Arabic roots. The world won’t let me forget. As a six-foot-tall, slim young man with dark bronze skin, black hair and decidedly Persian features, I am as Arabic as can be.

When I told my friend Zanubiya that I wanted to come out to my father, she warned against it. I should have listened to her. However, I’ve always been stubborn. I’ve fully embraced the ways of the western ever since I moved to Canada. I smoke, drink, party hard and only attend religious ceremonies in the Mosque when my father basically forces me. And last but not least, I dared to follow my passions. For I am attracted to both men and women. I’ve known this about myself ever since I graduated from Saint Anthony Academy in Ottawa’s South End. I find both sexes beautiful. Last year, I dated a beautiful German woman named Faith Wambach. No relations to the world-famous American female soccer player. You should have seen her, man. Tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. She was taking up criminology at Carleton University. We had a whirlwind romance which ended when I came out to her üsküdar escort about my occasional sexual attraction to men.

After Faith dumped me, I basically retreated into myself. I was heartbroken, and the only person I could share this with was my good friend Zanubiya. She’s been my best friend ever since my family moved from Khodar to Ontario in 1999. This five-foot-six, plump and ever-jovial Sirah has been my friend and confidante since those early days. She’s from Algeria and I’m from Saudi Arabia. There are some tensions between our people but we’re alright. I’m ashamed to say that we haven’t always gotten along. Mainly because she’s the most peace-loving person on the planet and I believe in confronting things head on. When I first came to Ottawa, I would get into scuffles with some of the local white guys who had a distrust of Arabic men. I was proud of my Arabic heritage and not above kicking ass if I felt disrespected. I befriended some young men from Somaliland. I liked those Black Muslim guys. They are tough, and don’t take crap from the xenophobic bozos who think they run Canada. Offend them due to their race or their Muslim heritage and they will kick your ass. I’m proud to say I’ve been good friends with a Somali guy named Abdi Hashi ever since I moved to Ottawa. Together with Abdi and Zanubiya, I formed an Unholy Trinity.

At the University of Ottawa, we continued with our wild ways. We never drifted apart through the years like so many friends do. Zanubiya and I are at the University of Ottawa and Abdi is at Carleton University’s Institute of Criminology and Criminal Justice. He wants to be a police officer like his father, Ontario Provincial Police officer Kader Hashi. Abdi totally wants to follow in his father’s footsteps. My old man built the largest Mosque in the City of Ottawa, and he owns a real estate business with locations throughout Ontario. I don’t want to go into real estate, or lead the Islamic community. I just want to be me. Luckily, my friends let me be myself. Adbi and Zanubiya are totally accepting of my bisexuality. Abdi even introduced me to his gay cousin Amir, and though we dated a little while, we didn’t click. Amir was a little too clingy for me. The sex was awesome, though. I’ll say this about gay and bisexual Somali guys. They totally rock in the bedroom.

I tuzla escort don’t really have faith in relationships these days, especially gay relationships. After my father threw me out and froze my Royal Bank of Canada and TD Canada Trust Accounts, I found myself flat broke. Also, the money I sent to the University of Ottawa for the upcoming semester mysteriously vanished. I knew my old man had something to do with it. He was really mad about my coming out as bisexual and I felt his wrath. Where could I go? He had basically banned me from our house in the affluent suburb of Barrhaven. I was broke, jobless and homeless. Abdi was out of town. He was spending the rest of the summer in the City of Vancouver with some Jamaican chick named Monique. Again I asked myself. Where could I go? Fortunately, Zanubiya came to my rescue. She invited me to her place. A modest apartment in the Saint Laurent Area, not far from Vanier, which is to Ottawa what South Central is to Los Angeles. In other words, not the safest area in the world. At least that’s what the biased media says. I hang out in Vanier sometimes. The people, a mixture of Arabs, Somalians and Asians, are nice for the most part.

Zanubiya let me stay at her place, and I thanked her profusely. We packed what few belongings I had in her car and drove from Barrhaven to Vanier. Once we got there, she bade me welcome to her humble home. We sat in the living room, watching TV and sharing a beer after I got settled in. Zanubiya sat next to me, wearing a T-shirt and boxers. The Algerian gal is the most tomboyish Muslim chick I’ve ever met. Sporting a hijab and boxer shorts. How about that? We sat on the living room couch, watching Leverage on TV. Onscreen, my favourite characters, Parker and Hardison, shared a passionate kiss after getting away from danger. Zanubiya grinned, and told me it was about time those two got it on. I nodded. She smiled and did the last thing I expected. Zanubiya kissed me. I was surprised, to tell you the truth. But I kissed her back. When our lips parted, Zanubiya winked at me mischievously and told me she’d always wanted to do that.

I sat back on the couch and looked at her, stunned. Wow. My best friend just kissed me. Zanubiya told me that she’d always loved me, but never did anything about it because she didn’t want to endanger our friendship. pendik escort I smiled at her, and asked her what had changed now. Zanubiya shrugged, and told me she feared for my life when I told her I was coming out to my father. I smiled fatalistically, remembering my father shoving me and telling me I was not the son he raised alone after my mother died giving birth to me. Zanubiya must have misread the expression on my face, for she got up and her eyes looked moist. I got up, and held her hand as she tried to turn away. I looked into her eyes. My best friend’s eyes. The gal who helped me weather so many storms. The young woman who was always there for me when needed, no questions asked. I looked at her, really looked at her. And that’s when it hit me. Two things hit me, actually. One, Zanubiya was really beautiful, tomboyish gear and Muslim garb and all. Two, I was attracted to her. I moved closer, and tried to kiss her. Zanubiya pressed her hand against my chest, stopping me. She asked me what I was doing. I smiled, and told her that I loved her.

Zanubiya looked into my eyes. I looked into hers. Whatever she saw in my gaze, I think she liked it. For she pressed her lips against mine, and we kissed again. That night, we made love. Passionate love. I hadn’t been with a woman since Faith dumped me ages ago. Heck, I hadn’t been with anyone since she ditched me. I avoided both men and women because I was afraid of heartbreak. I wasn’t afraid with Zanubiya. She was my best friend who cared for me and would never hurt me. When morning came, it found us entwined in love. We had a lot to talk about in that awkward morning after. Awkward in the sense that it wasn’t awkward at all. Waking up in Zanubiya’s arms felt like the most natural thing in the world to me.

I got up and watched her big sexy butt in those shorts as she cooked breakfast. I walked up behind her, and wrapped my arms around her. Tenderly I kissed her hair, and her cheek. Zanubiya turned and kissed me on the lips. We smiled at each other. Yep, it was love alright. Without really looking for it, I found the lasting love I craved. With my best friend. The only woman who could love the arrogant, cocky and impulsive, openly bisexual Saudi Arabian University student that I am. I intend to make Zanubiya my wife, the mother of my future sons and daughters. When Abdi returns, he’s going to have a fit of laughter. He always said Zanubiya and I had a thing for each other and I guess the Somali womanizer is right. He’s going to be my best man. Oh, man. I’m getting ahead of myself here. Zanubiya is urging me to go on a job interview. She’s bossy but I like that about her. We’re going to be amazing together.

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I woke up one morning to sounds of sexual activity coming from downstairs. I thought perhaps my friend Nicole was watching pay per view again with home theater cranked up to loud. So I went downstairs to lower the volume.

In walking down the stairs I discovered the sounds were not emanating from the family room but instead the bathroom. I crept down the hall and peeked through the cracked door.

I saw Nicole and her lover; Austin; in the Jacuzzi tub writhing in the foaming water like a knot of snakes.

I was angry that Nicole invited him into my home. I don’t mind her sleeping over occasionally she’s a barrel of laughs, but I disapprove of having her lover over. Who just happens to be my boss’s, husband, and business partner?

Austin and his wife own several companies worldwide. They make quite the society couple, always involved in charities and civic activities. It was at one of these events where Nicole and I met Austin for the first time.

Austin and his wife are very competitive, and domineering, which probably leads conflicts instead of intimacy at home.

He may have been bored in his own bedroom, but finding a bimbo or two to play with wasn’t hard for Austin. Women seem to willingly avail themselves to sleeping with him. There were plenty girls at the office to stroke his ego. He has never been one to miss the opportunity to visit his wife’s office and flaunt his authority. Nicole was just more prey, to this silky smooth operator.

Nicole has a habit of getting what she wants, by any means necessary. The naughtiest rumor around the office was, Nicole’s mouth willingly accommodating who ever could do the most for her.

I thought that was mean, and told Nicole what people were saying about her. She said “Those bitches are just jealous, of the time I spend with Austin.” Nicole was blind to Austin’s wandering eye. He has broken the hearts of several women; some were managers, some personal assistants, the occasional office temporary clerk or intern. If she suspected anything; she never mentioned it to me.

Besides, it wasn’t my duty to tell her what people are saying about him. If she got hurt it only served her right, she has no business being with Austin.

I asked Nicole what it is about a man that turned her on the most; power. She said it’s the power that they exercise. The added benefit was if they were generous with their time and money. The more they were willing to give away, the more she intended to take.

Nicole also bakırköy escort confided that sex with Austin is “Damn good”. Many evenings, Nicole appeared at my door so tired, she would flop in my spare room or on my sofa after entertaining Austin. I told Nicole that she was more than welcome to stay, after she washed the funky sex scent off her body.

Nicole’s selfishness seemed boundless. If sleeping with the boss’s husband wasn’t enough, I learned that she is also screwing a mutual friend’s husband too. All friends have an unspoken pact, but in our circle, we came right out and said that all boyfriends and husbands were strictly taboo; be they current or former.

Only Nicole broke that oath and after getting a ride home one evening. She returned the favor by giving him one, the best one he ever had. I never expected that from Nicole. I don’t care who she beds outside our inner circle, but honor the code when regarding a woman inside our circle. This was appalling behavior, especially when I happen to be the one who walked in on them. That was a moment I will never forget. I wish I could, and Nicole knows all about setting boundaries and proper social behavior.

There is something else I should tell you about Nicole. She is a trisexual; willing to try anything. Currently she has adopted an alter ego as a Dominatrix. She even invited me to join her at a BDSM community event planning meeting.

I went with her and had my eyes opened to the lifestyle of people who enjoy Bondage and Discipline, and Sadomasochism. It was enlightening to find a hidden world that I knew nothing about. I loved the eccentric titles such as Lord, Lady, Master, Mistress, Madam, Sir, Dominant, submissive, and slave. I really loved dressing up in the fetish clothing, and accessories. The whips, chains, the avant-garde hair styles, leather and laces they wore. Some of these folks actually lived their everyday lives in that world. But not Nicole and I, She earned the title of Dominatrix; I wondered what she had to do and how long it took her to work her way up that ladder.

After the meeting Nicole and I went shopping. We bought some gloves, several whips; I found a wicked pair of four-inch pumps and some movies with subject matter that would set the proper mood when watched with certain people later. I love foreign films and so it’s no surprise at the top of my list of BDSM films: Belle De Jour (1967) starring Catherine Deneuve, Jean Sorel, and Michael Piccoli. I am a beşiktaş escort housewife, same as Belle…bored, and has sadomasochistic fantasies. I draw the line at actually visiting a brothel, but the role playing with my husband is out of this world. He said it was a bit too kinky, but he had no complaint when he saw his sexy kitten dressed in her corset, heels, and gloves, with whip in hand, and hair twisted in a bun.

I really enjoy hanging out with Nicole in the BDSM community. I think it’s where we really bonded. That’s our own thing, a place we go to live out our fantasies of exercising control, and the authority to take and do whatever we want. The people in the know say the submissive role has all the actual power, they can stop the game with a word.

Since Nicole truly understands the importance of restraint, she knew better than bringing a friend’s husband in to my home, this was unforgivable. Nicole worked late that day, and when she came out and found her car had a flat tire. She tried calling me but I missed her call. By the time I checked my voice mail, she had already gotten a ride to my house.

When I called her I could hear her phone ringing. I went down stairs to the guest room, and there she was starching the bed sheets with our friend’s husband. I was pissed seeing her bouncing on him, while he lavished praise on her for how great she made him feel. I let out a gasp that startled them. Nicole jumped up and came toward me but I was too sickened by what I saw and told her do not touch me. I turned away from her and ran to my room to gather myself.

Nicole came to the door apologizing and attempting to give me a lame excuse for betraying our friend. She said she wanted to prove that she could seduce him or anyone else she wanted. Nicole said she wanted to prove our mutual friend wrong for saying that no woman could ever persuade her husband to stray.

Nicole wanted to show our friend, that a hot pussy will make any man do the wrong thing every time. I heard this before from Nicole, she slipped up and told me she believes she can seduce my husband. I wondered if she succeeded with him and they share a secret together, but I warned them both. If I see as much as a whisper between the two of them, I would slice off his dick and slit her pussy sideways.

I wouldn’t face Nicole at that moment, and told her to go away before I did something, I might regret later. She left saying she would call me later, she did change the beylikdüzü escort linen in the guest room before leaving to meet Austin.

I lay on the bed wondering what possessed Nicole to jeopardize friendships like that; I had to wonder how long they had been fucking each other, and how many others. How will I react the next time I see him with his wife? We had all planned a get together in two weeks. I couldn’t get out of it, the RSVP had been confirmed.

I really wanted to punish the both of them. Several scenarios played out in my mind, and I tried to figure out a way to make it happen.

I really wanted to walk up to the cheating husband, grab his dick and twist it until the pain made him faint. Maybe if I told him I needed him to meet me at my place to talk about what happened with him and Nicole. Drug him, tie him up spread eagle on the guest bed, gagged with a pair of Nicole’s stank panties; a pair she would have worn after seeing Austin. I could invite all my girlfriends and their husbands over for drinks and use Nicole and her wayward playmate as our live entertainment. Bound and trussed they would make good examples of what would happen to anyone else who betrayed our trust.

Nicole called and asked me to meet her to go “shopping”, but I cancelled. My excuse was I had to finish a report for work.

I would rather not see any of my friend’s right now. I felt too guilty about knowing what happened at my home, even though I did nothing wrong. I was not ready to deal with Nicole either. I knew I will have to face them again but not until I found a way to let both of them know how I was upset by their total lack of respect.

The ultimately revenge is a dish best served cold so I would bide my time until I could get them each in a compromising position together or individually.

My favorite fantasy is publicly humiliating both of them, and having them stripped and flogged, until they confess their sin. Then subject them to my own version of stoning. In my version they would squat above oversized phalluses while holding a heavy stone. The weight of the stone and the fatiguing of their muscle would eventually cause them both to be thoroughly and painfully impaled. And all the while they would be viciously ridiculed by all their closest friends.

It’s only a fantasy right now, but I may just go shopping with Nicole after all. I’ll let her see me purchasing the wickedly large dildo; the ones with the suction cup bottoms that look like they were molded from a donkey’s dick. Nicole would have no idea of my cruel intentions for the imposing implement until I get the chance to employ it. Then it would be public knowledge for anyone else who broke our trust that the price for backstabbing was brutal, because some oaths must be honored!

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This is a fictional story that I have created for your enjoyment although, some of you may have experience this situation. This is my first story so it maybe a little long.

Hello, my name is Charlotte and I’m 40 years old. I’m divorced with a son, named Morgan, who is 19 and is going to college. I’m very proud of him because he has overcome so much having to deal with me and his father’s messy divorce. His father has little do with us and its just been me and him for the past 9 years. I had to take a full-time job for a law firm just to make ends meat because what the judge gave us as far as support would not be enough. He’s doing well in college and comes home every holiday and in the summer. But there is one thing I’m concerned with him, he’s never really had a girlfriend. I mean he had a prom date but that was about it. I know I’m biased but I think he is a good-looking man. He’s 6’0″, average build and charming. But he’s always in his room on his computer or playing that damn Xbox. I was really thinking he is just not interested in women.

I was discussing this with my friend, Jackie. She works at the law firm with me for about 5 years and we have become real close. She is very attractive, brunette woman. She is 43 years old and just had a daughter that just got married. Her husband died a few years ago because of cancer and just had not felt like dating for right now. We both get looks from men when we go to lunch or sit in the park because our job requires us to wear dresses and heels. But anyway, one day at lunch I was discussing with her about Morgan.

She said, “I’ve seen your son and he is so handsome. I’m surprised he does not have women, old and young knocking at his door. Hell, I’d fuck him if I was 20 years younger!”

I was a little taken back what she said because this was my best friend saying this.

I said,”You would do what?”

She said, “I’m sorry Charlotte but young men turn me on and when you brought him to the office a few months ago, I got all wet.”

I was a little taken back from her honesty yet I was getting a little turned on myself.

Then she said,” I didn’t want you to get mad at me because we have gotten close and I value our friendship.”

I told her, “I’m not mad at all in fact, happy that there are women attracted to him.” We both hugged and laughed.

Then she asked me question, “Charlotte, do you know how big your son’s cock is?”

I gasped a bit and said, “The last time I saw his cock, he was a little and it was by accident.”

Jackie was then asking some very erotic questions which I could not answer about Morgan yet at the same time, it was turning me on.

Spring semester was almost over and Morgan would be coming home soon. Jackie and I were planning on going to the beach for a week and I thought it would be nice for Morgan to come along so he wouldn’t be by himself. Naturally, Jackie loved the idea because I knew what her plan was to seduce my son and in a way that is what I was hoping for to. Both me and Jackie for the past few months have been working out to look good in the bikinis we bought for the beach.

When Morgan came home, I was excited to see him and gave him a great big hug. But something happen with me, I was getting aroused by bakırköy escort hugging him. Is this ok? I was thinking. I told him that we were going on a week’s vacation to the beach and Jackie was coming along.

He said,”That’s cool. I haven’t been to the beach since we went when I was 5 years old.” I was glad that he was excited about going.

I told Jackie the next day at work and she was really excited. She said, “Lets go shopping after work. I have an idea'”

I asked her,”What do you have in mind?”

She said, “You’ll see.” With a sly grin on her face.

We went to a store that sells sexy attire for going out and for the bedroom. Jackie made me buy a couple of short mini dresses that show off my figure and 38D tits. She also bought a few see thru tops and mini skirts that barely cover her ass.

She said,”If Morgan doesn’t get hard when he sees us in these, then he might be gay.”

I was shocked on what she said but turned on as well. Her plan as we were leaving the store was to seduce him the first night there and if he responds then we will have a great week, if not, then there’s a lot of single men that will be drooling over us.

I asked her,” Do you want me to be there when you seduce my son?”

She said,”Of course, it will be a turn on for me to see you watch me suck your son’s cock. I’ll bet its turning you on now knowing that I’ll be seducing him and hopefully fucking him in front of you.”

She knew it was turning me on.

The day I had finally come to go to the beach. It was an 8 hour drive so we all took turns driving and it was just idle conversation all the way there. Nothing to suggest that Jackie was going to seduce my son but my pussy was already wet from the anticipation. We get to the hotel and get situated.Jackie only got one room with queen size beds so her plan could really get into effect. Morgan said he was taking a nap which was good for us because we told him that we were going to party all night and let loose. He seemed excited by that.

Then Jackie said,”When he is good and asleep, lets shower and get into our sexy dresses and see what happens.”

I was nervous but excited as well. Morgan slept for about an hour but when he woke up he saw two women (one being his own mother) in very short mini skirts, very revealing tops and 4 inch high heels. My top plunged down where you couldn’t wear a bra and show most of my 38D tits. Jackie’s top was bascially a tubetop that barely was able to hold her 36D tits. We both wore g-strings. My g-string was already soaked with my pussy juice.

His expression was priceless. All he could say was,”You both are so fucking hot! Am I dreaming?”

Jackie said,”No, would you like to take to old women out to party?”

He said,”Hell yeah! Let me change and then lets go party.” We both laughed.

But then something happen once Morgan went to the bathroom. Jackie decided to kiss me and fondle my breast. She said,”I’m sorry but you look so sexy I just had to kiss and feel you.”

I told her it was quite alright since I’m going to watch you fuck my son tonight.”

But then she really shocked me when she said,”Why don’t you help me fuck your son? You know you want to.”

I was getting beşiktaş escort wet just thinking about it and she knew it too because she put her hand between my legs and felt how wet I was. I started to moan with pleasure.

Then she said,”I want to see your son fuck your wet cunt. Does Morgan’s mommy want to fuck her son?”

I said,”Yes.”

“Mmmmmm, I thought you did.” she said.

In my mind, I know it was wrong but I am so horny right now and its been nearly five years since I had a real cock in my cunt. God, Jackie is making me so horny that I wanted to rip her clothes off and suck on her big tits and go into the bathroom and suck Morgan’s cock.

Well, finally Morgan got out of the bathroom and after fixed ourselves up a little. Me and Jackie noticed Morgan was already hard. We both knew this was going to be a great night. We all went down to pier and basically went bar hopping all evening. We even went to a dance club and Morgan had us both out there dancing. Naturally, all the guys were jealous of him because we were both bumping and grinding on him with no one knowing I was his mother dry humping him. We almost got kicked out of the club because Jackie’s skirt kept rising up giving everyone a good look at her G-string. We were all pretty tipsy so we decided to head back to the hotel room.

When were leaving the club, so old guy yelled to Morgan,”Hey kid, Your one lucky bastard!”

Jackie yelled back,”This bastard is going to more lucky once we get back to the room!” and then flashed the old man. Morgan and I had a big smile on our faces.

When we get back to room, Jackie just became something I’ve never seen in her, a total slut.

Jackie told Morgan,”Your mother and I wanted to know if you were gay or not so we decided to dress like total sluts to see if you get turned on and from the bulge in your shorts , you are, So drop them shorts and show us your manhood.”

I couldn’t believe what I saw next. Morgan was sporting a thick nine inch hard dick. My mouth was watering. Jackie was already on her knees in front of it.

Jackie looked at me and said,”Charlotte, you have been hiding this from me haven’t you?”

Next thing I know, she had half of it in her mouth sucking on his hard dick. I was mesmerized by this not knowing I was touching myself. I already had my legs spread wide open for my own son to see. I was in complete total lust and wanted to taste my own son’s dick.

They were both moaning until Jackie told Morgan,”Look at your mother, does she look hot being a slut for you?”

Morgan said,”Yes, mom you look so fucking hot playing with your pussy.”

I didn’t know I was but I already had two fingers in my cunt.

Jackie, then said,” Come here Charlotte and suck your son’s cock. Does mommy want to suck it?”

I nodded but Jackie said,”Don’t nod, tell your son what you want to do.”

I knew it was wrong what was going on but the alcohol and the size of his dick had taken over me so I said,”Mommy wants to suck your cock, son.” I got on my knees and got beside Jackie and put Morgan’s cock deep in my mouth. It tasted so good. I could hear him moan in pleasure.

“Oh fuck mom, that feels so fucking good. Suck my dick mommy. Lick my beylikdüzü escort balls Jackie.”, said Morgan

Then Jackie told Morgan lay on the bed. I was a little upset because I had to take his cock out of my mouth but Jackie I had other plans. Jackie made him lay on the bed and then we both took off our clothes but Morgan told us to leave our heels on because we look like total sluts with them on. His wish was our command. Jackie then proceeded to straddle his face have him eat her pussy while I went back to sucking his big cock.

Jackie was screaming in ectasy saying,”That’s it. Lick my cunt bastard. Make me cum all over your face. Make us your fuck toy. Oh baby, please fuck my brains out. I need it.”

I was just enjoyng the whole scene while sucking his cock and balls. I couldn’t wait to have this big monster inside my cunt. Jackie can be his slut tonight and the rest of this week if he likes but I hope I am his slut everyday. I’ll be his mommy slut if he wants was all I could think about. I wanted this cock in me everyday. I don’t care how he fucks me. All my holes are available to my son after seeing his cock.

Jackie got off his face and came down where I was at and said, “I’m sorry Charlotte but I need to get fucked right now.”

She straddled his cock and I watch it go all the way in cunt. I had an orgasm right then and there. I moved up to Morgan and told him to suck mommy’s tits. This turned Jackie on even more. She said,”That’s it baby, suck your mommy’s tits. She is such a slut. Aren’t you Charlotte?”

I said,”Yes I am. I’m a slut for my son. I’m a whore for his cock. I am nothing but a cunt mother who would love to fuck her son.” I couldn’t believe what I just said but that is what I wanted.

All of sudden, I heard Morgan say, “Then get on my dick you fucking cunt whore of a mother.” I said,”with pleasure.”

Jackie got off his cock and I he told to get on my back. I did and he got in between my legs and plunged that big dick in me. Damn, it felt so good. I came instantly.

Jackie really got into then. “That’s it. Fuck your mother. Fuck her like the slut she is. Fuck her cunt.”

And I was getting turned on as well saying,”That’s right, fuck your mommy! Treat me like the slut I am. Fuck the shit out of me. I’m cumming all over your dick.”

That did it for him. Morgan said,”You fucking sluts are going to make me cum. Where do you want it mom? Tell me fucking now you slut.”

I said,”Cum inside me baby. I want to feel your cum. Dump your whole load.”

Then Jackie said,”Yeah, cum inside her so I can lick it out of her.”

That’s all he could take because next thing I know he is screaming loud,”I’M CUUUMMMMIIINGGG!!!”

It felt so good having him pump a huge load of cum in me. It felt it was going to last forever but when he was finally done. He collapsed on top of me.

He told me,”Mom, I love you.”

I told him, “I love you too, son.” Then he slid out of me and Jackie took his place and started licking my pussy juice and his cum. I had at least another three orgasms when she was done eating my cunt.

We all laid in bed exhausted. But sexually satisfied, for now.

I asked Morgan, “I hope you don’t hate us.”

He said, “Not at all.” But he did wonder if this was a one time thing.

I reminded him that, “As long as we keep this our secret that I’ll be his slut fuck toy anytime he wants.”

Then Jackie said,”Don’t forget about me!”

We all laughed. I can tell this is going to be a great vacation. (to be continued)

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I sat on the sofa sipping my beer, the party flowing around me. I’d reached that point where being drunk, turned into being tired. I’d been talking to quite a few people, meeting and laughing with them, but right now I just wanted to take five. Most of the people were in the garden enjoying the barbecue, put on by a couple of my friends. It was still light outside – just past high summer, and it was nice and warm.

The sofa jolted abruptly as someone sat next to me. I turned my head lazily staring at a pair of bare knees, neatly shaved. My eyes continued up to the hem of figure hugging dark purple skirt partly covered by a black shirt, which, as my eyes continued upward, I was grateful to see, was very open.

“You look depressed.” She said.

I looked up from her chest and met a smiling face. She looked about my age 29, maybe younger. Her round face fitted her curvy body and slightly round belly, whose jewelled button poked out from under the last of the only three fastened shirt buttons.

“Nope,” I smiled back, “Just chillin’. I was a bit tired.”

“Was?” She nudged me a little.

She’s flirting with me, should I flirt back? My mind began to work out if I fancied her or not, but my body had already decided for me and I found myself sat facing her.

“Er, yeah. You know,” I leaned forward a little, “you can’t stay tired when you’re talking to someone as beautiful as you.” Oh you prat, I thought, talk about using a mallet to crack a walnut.

“Thank you.” Her smile grew – phew, I thought.

I was wearing shorts, so when she moved a little closer I could feel the heat of her legs centimetres from mine. My previously muzzy mind began to focus on this woman. Her legs were tanned an even light brown, from the hem of her skirt, right down to her black open toed shoes. Her calves smoothly made their way to her knees, then to her thighs up under that lovely tight skirt. I tried to concentrate on her face, tried not to make it too obvious that I was ogling her, I secretly hoped she was as horny as I was becoming.

“Who do you know then? John or Karen?” I enquired.

“I know John from work. I work in accounts.”

She seemed to shy away from her statement. I could see she was shorter than I was, which is a good thing as I’m only 5’8″ myself. Angling myself toward her, I placing an arm casually over the back of the sofa.

“There’s istanbul escort nothing wrong with accounts.” I reassured. “It could be worse, you could be a PE teacher.”

I gained a little laugh from that. Pleased with myself I decided to try for contact and placed my knee against her outer thigh. She didn’t move, instead her eyes dropped to my lips and then back to my eyes. She licked her own lips slowly.

“And you? Karen or John?” She asked.

“John as well. We go all he way back to primary school. I’ve probably known him…” She placed her hand on my knee causing me to take an unexpected breath, “…since we were eight.”

“You poor sod!”

We laughed, while I was thinking where we could go for some privacy? And how willing was she? Her hand moved to my inner thigh, her index finger made a little circle. I could feel myself getting excited and I had to concentrate hard on not growing erect in such an open place. I looked at her eyes, she knew what she was doing – the smile she was beaming at me clearly showed that.

“Let’s go outside, get a drink.” I suggested.

“Okay.”

I stood rising to look down on the top of her head, her blond hair flowed down her back – no roots I mentally noted. When she looked up I caught another glimpse of her sizeable breasts squeezed together by a black satin bra. Resting her hand flat on my stomach she steadied herself and adjusted her shoe.

“Wow! You must run your pupils ragged.”

“Sometimes.” I replied proudly winking and raising my shirt to show off my toned stomach.

She stroked my six-pack, gently letting her fingers run over the ripple of my muscles. When the hand reached the top of my shorts it was removed, much to my disappointment. I let my shirt fall and breathed out slightly as subtly as I could, letting the tension subside.

I followed her to the garden where the beer cooled in a water filled container. It was getting late and there were only a couple of people left, which I was thankful for as I could feel my erection arcing outward slightly. For the most part I angled myself behind her – hiding. I couldn’t help looking down at her round bottom pressing out of her skirt, her thong visible through the material, disappearing between her cheeks.

“My name’s Phillip by the way.”

“Hi avcılar escort Phillip, my name is Mary.”

She held out a hand, which I took finding it cold and wet. She giggled and passed me a wet can of cold lager, which she had been hiding behind her. Suddenly she walked off toward the end of the garden and opened the gate into the back alleyway. Dumbly I followed watching her bottom wiggle as she turned out of sight behind the garden shed.

“Mary? Don’t you want a drink?”

I asked, only to be roughly grabbed and pulled toward her. She stood on tiptoe and kissed me hard on the lips giving off a soft moan. God she’s hornier than I am! Her hands grabbed at my bum hard and pressed me further into her.

She pulled away slightly, “You got a condom?”

“Yeah.” I reached into my pocket only to be pulled back to her lips before I could find my wallet.

She wrapped one of her legs around mine me bend at the knee. Her skirt began to ride up as my trapped leg moved in toward her crotch. My hands ran down her back, digging my fingers into her soft sexy butt as I pressed my upper thigh into her groin. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, rapidly moving to and fro. I began to work my leg back and forth rubbing and buffing her between the legs while my hands dropped to pull the skirt up around her waist.

My working mouth muffled her moans. I felt a hand drop into the top of my loose shorts. It slid from cheek to cheek settling with a tight squeeze, another pulling me into her rocking groin quickly followed it. My leg dropped and we stood flat against each other, my legs were bent at the knees so our stomachs met in the middle. My erection pressed urgently into her mound. It was uncomfortable, but there was no way I was stopping.

I rubbed my erection against her mound, the hard pubic bone supplying a welcome pressure against the underside of my penis. She began to meet my gentle grinding with rapid short flicks back. She removed her hands from my shorts and pushed me back a little. I looked down at her naked legs curving out, around and back in at the knees, smooth and brown all the way up to her obviously damp thong.

She reached out and grabbed my erection through the short’s material and pumped gently at it. Her eyes half closed – she let out a little moan before looking me straight in şirinevler escort the eye.

“Condom.” She commanded, her chest rising and falling in time to short gasps of air.

I reached to my pocket and pulled out a wallet, her hand worked on me as I pulled out the condom. A small dark circle formed in the grey of my shorts at the top of her stroke. I began to open the foil packet, tearing across the film, more haste less speed I thought as I fought with it.

“Here.”

She held out a hand into which I deposited the fresh condom. She pulled my shorts down, catching them on my penis causing it to slap against my stomach leaving a wet mark on my black T-shirt. Placing the condom on my tip she slowly moved her hand down. I’ve always found condoms a necessary irritant, but the way she slid it down my shaft – well it made me even more erect. Once it was on she pushed herself back against the wall pulling off her thong.

Her hand grabbed at the top of my T-shirt pulling me in, then she cocked a leg up and around me. I bent at the knees and guided myself toward her. The tip entered her as her thigh hooked itself on my hip allowing me further access. I didn’t take it at first, just pressing my tip in and out of her. She grunted deeply, from her diaphragm, pushing her pelvis out toward me. I took the hint and thrust forward.

“Urgh!” Her arms enveloped my shoulders, “Fuck me.” She gasped.

Her eyes met mine as I lunged at her groin. She was setting the pace with rapid thrusts. I was soon slapping loudly into her. Staring intently into each other’s eyes we locked our bodies together in a race to sexual completion. Her pubic bone bumped mine harder and faster, each time I made contact with her clit, each time my ears were rewarded with another grunt.

“Oh, God” She shudder closing her eyes, “That’s right. Hard. That’s right!”

Her thrusts became uncoordinated, more insistent and shaky. She was wheezing with each pelvic contact. I tried to keep the pace going, my muscles aching to keep up the animalistic force.

“Oh yes, yes…YES!” She yelped at me with one last hard thrust.

Her muscles contracted and she slowed, the tight sensation was too much and I felt myself empty in to the latex glove.

“Oh yes.” She said as her breathing slowed.

I held her for a while sweating slightly, then kissing her forehead we de-coupled.

I went to pull the condom off – it was then that we became aware of Karen and John leaning out of the garden gate with a few assembled party guests. We looked at them and they looked at us, then they suddenly broke out in applause and laughter breaking the painful silence and embarrassing the hell out of us.

But, boy, was it worth it!

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As always:

Thanks to “Alpineskier” for editing.

Thanks to “Doc” for consulting.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)

Chapter 3: Revenge

It was Thursday afternoon and Tiffany and Allison were skipping their fifth period class. They made their way into the girl’s locker room as the current hour’s gym class students were all outside running track.

“You did bring the bottle of aspirin, right Ally?”

“Yeah, I got it Tiff, but I don’t understand how we’re going to get back at Chelsea with aspirin.”

“You’ll see.” Tiffany gave a sinister smile. “5-34-12.” A popping noise came as the combination lock opened in the blonde’s hand.” She always keeps it in her purse. Where are they?” After a few seconds of digging, Tiffany’s eyes lit up. “A-h-a! Here it is.” Tiffany pulled out an amber vial and unscrewed the top. “Give me the aspirin and hold out your hands.”

“What are those for?” Allison’s hands cupped as Tiffany emptied the vial’s contents into them.

“I don’t know. I asked once but she said it was nothing serious, just something she had to take.”

Allison started filling the empty the vial with aspirin. “She wouldn’t tell you?”

“Just another reason that bitch is getting what she deserves. Couldn’t even be honest with her best friend.” Tiffany glanced over her friend. “You’re not feeling guilty, are you Ally?”

“Hell no.” Ally dumped the pills in her hands into the aspirin bottle. “The way I see it, she turned her back on the entire cheerleading squad by picking that loser. The slut flaunts it too. Hanging all over him and playing that dice game at lunch right in front of us. Who does she think she is? The more we can do to get her to quit cheerleading, the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Tiffany put the lock back in place. “This is only the first step. She’ll turn in her uniform by the end of next week.”

The girls openly laughed as they exited the locker room.

*

Jason was in an absolute rush to get home. It was Friday and school was out for the weekend, but most importantly, he was late for his date. Can’t have a first date without flowers. It’s not like he hadn’t spent every night hanging out with Chelsea, he had. But this was going to be their first official date and afterwards, according to how she put it, she was going to ‘jump his ass’. She even offered to get a hotel room so he could make love to her like he wants for his first time instead of the backseat of the car. Jason was hard just thinking about it.

“Slow down Jason!” Jessica was holding on for dear life with one hand on the door and the other on the side of the seat.

“What’s the matter? Jason took a quick view of Jessica as he swerved to pass yet another car.

“I know you’re inspired about your date, but if I die before we get home, I swear I will haunt you till the end of your pitiful existence.” Jessica threatened.

“Relax, you’ll be safe. I just wanted to get home quick so I had time to change. I didn’t tell Chelsea I was going to wear my black slacks and white dress shirt.”

“Whatever, Romeo. If I knew you were going to be like this, I would’ve ridden the bus.”

“But you begged Mom and Dad to make me take you to and from school as soon as I got my car. You hate the bus.” Jason was emphatic.

“I know, but I like life more.” Jessica stated sarcastically.

The poor old car came to a screeching halt in front of the Akers house. There couldn’t have been two different reactions to this. Jason grabbed the flowers and was out of the car in a flash as he bolted for the house. He made short work of the lock, bounded up the stairs, taking at least three steps with each stride, and went into his room, all in ten seconds flat. Jessica got out of the car slowly, and, despite her family not being religious, she dropped to her backpack and threw her hands in the air and praised to the Heavens that she was safe. After a few moments of gratitude, Jessica picked up her backpack and then noticed the now all-too-familiar yellow Beetle pulling in the driveway.

“Hi Chelsea.”

“Hey Jessica, is your brother ready yet?” Chelsea started for the front door.

“He’ll be down in a minute. Can I talk to you?” Jessica closed the gap between herself and the red headed cheerleader.

Chelsea turned to face Jessica. “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“Look, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll get to the point.” Jessica’s face grew stern as she waved her finger and continued. “If this some sort of twisted game you’ve concocted to screw with my brother, I guarantee I will be arrested for what I do to you. You may be older and I may not seem like much at school, but that’s because I don’t care. What I do care about is my brother and he’ll be devastated. So if this is a trick, then leave now.”

Chelsea was taken by surprise by yet another Akers child. Jason was nothing like how he was depicted at school and now Jessica is the same way. There was a fire in her that was never bakırköy escort shown at school and Chelsea believed every word she spoke.

“I understand why you may think that.” Chelsea nodded. “I promise there is no game being played or trick up my sleeve. I’m in love with Jason. He saved me, he is my Knight in Shining Armor.”

Jason came out the front door. “Hi Chelsea, are you ready to get going?” Jason was holding the flowers behind his back.

Chelsea turned. “Wow, you should’ve told me that you were going to get all fancied up. I feel underdressed in just my jeans and shirt.”

Jessica walked past Chelsea and murmured, “It better be on the level, but if he’s the Knight in Shining Armor, then I would hate to see the ogre the knight has to fight.”

“You look sensational. These are for you.” Jason gave Chelsea the bouquet of daisies and followed that with a kiss to her cheek.

“You got me flowers. They’re beautiful, thank you.” This was the first time a boy had given her flowers.

“What did my sister want?” Jason was curious.

“Just girl talk, let’s get going. Here, you can drive my car.” Chelsea gave her keys to Jason. “I can’t wait to get to the finale.”

Jason walked around and held open the door for Chelsea. She never tired of Jason’s small gentlemanly gestures.

Jason got into the driver seat and started the engine. “Why did you want me to drive your car?”

“More head room.”

“I’m sorry, are you cramped in my car?”

Chelsea unzipped Jason’s pants. Jason was startled. “Um, what are you doing?”

Chelsea fished for Jason’s manhood and pulled it out. “You see my steering wheel sits higher than yours, giving me more head room.” Chelsea’s head disappeared in Jason’s lap as the car pulled out of the subdivision. Jason was at full erection in mere moments as Chelsea used the tip of her tongue to lightly tease all around. She then took just the head inside her mouth and began to stroke him with her hand.

“Chelsea, um, Oh God, this is kind of distracting.” Jason was doing his best to keep the car on the road.

Chelsea ignored Jason’s plea as she lowered down slowly until her lips were touching his zipper. She held still to get used to his size to prevent her gag reflex. Once satisfied she could, she gradually went back up, dragging her tongue on the backside of his shaft until only the tip was in her mouth. She then bobbed up and down with a speed her car wouldn’t have been able to maintain. She added a hum to her craft and Jason’s pre cum was coming out in a steady stream. A slurping sound filled the air.

“Oh Chelsea!” Jason called as he shot his load in Chelsea’s waiting mouth. He could barely keep the car in the lane as the car went side to side. He noticed other cars remained behind them, not wanting to risk passing the out-of-control car.

Chelsea stayed on Jason until every last drop was in her mouth. She lifted her head and as he looked at her, she swallowed the entire load. She lovingly tucked his dick back in and zipped his pants up. “Sorry, but I’m certain that appetizer isn’t on the Italian restaurant’s menu. Uh.., you were saying something was distracting you?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Oh no, Beautiful, hardly noticed you. There was something in the road, that’s all. We’re here.”

*

After dinner was over, the couple went miniature golfing. The movie didn’t start until 8:15 and it was only 6 PM now. They were on the eighth hole and having a blast.

Jason was filling out the scorecard for the last hole. “I can’t believe you’re beating me. It’s only one stroke, but you’re really good.”

“Aw, is my man’s ego hurt cause he’s losing to a girl?” Chelsea set her pink ball on the ground. “No, not at all. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

Chelsea was lining up her next shot. “Well, good. I don’t want to have to lose on purpose to make you feel better. Here’s a consolation prize.” Chelsea wiggled her ass provocatively.

Jason came up and slapped right butt cheek. “Don’t start, Beautiful. We still have the movie before we get to that.”

Chelsea shook her ass again, then struck her ball off the rail and knocked it within a foot of the cup. “Hey, I know I want to see the romantic comedy, but I would be willing to skip it and go right to the hotel.”

“We’ll get to the end soon enough. Patience is a virtue.” Jason lined up his shot. He knocked his blue ball off the rail and it sailed straight into Chelsea’s ball. Jason threw his head back as he watched her pink ball fall into the hole and as his blue ball stopped next to a brick.

“Oh thanks, Baby. I’m such a lucky girl, my man wants me to win. I believe that’s a hole-in-one.” Chelsea went down to the green.

“What luck you have. Oh well, at least I’ll lose to the most gorgeous girl here.” Jason lined up his next shot.

Chelsea inhaled deeply once, then a second time. “Do you smell something?”

“No, like what?” Jason hit his ball and it went into the hole.

“Something burning?” Chelsea inhaled one more time.

Jason beşiktaş escort walked over and put his arm around Chelsea’s waist and inhaled. “No. Nothing. Do you still smell it?”

Chelsea didn’t respond. She started to collapse and Jason caught her. She began shaking uncontrollably and he laid her down on the green.

Panic overtook Jason. “Chelsea, what’s wrong? Can you hear me?” Chelsea’s body was still shaking. Jason grabbed his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

“9-1-1 emergency response.”

“I’m at Lucky’s Putt-Putt and my girlfriend is on the ground shaking. Please send an ambulance.”

“Alright, Sir, I have dispatched an ambulance to your location. I need you to remain calm, don’t touch her, and make sure there is nothing around her that she can bump into or that can fall on her that could hurt her.”

Jason took a deep breath, trying feebly to be calm while checking for nearby objects. The ambulance’s siren could be heard as it entered the parking lot. A crowd of spectators started to form to watch the scene. Chelsea’s seizure was at last subsiding as the EMTs arrived. They put her on a stretcher and carried her to the ambulance. Jason had gathered her purse and was right next to her.

“Jason.” Chelsea said groggily. Jason grabbed her hand.

“I’m right here, Beautiful. It’s going to be okay.”

Chelsea gave a weak smile.

“Sir, you have to stand back.”

Jason reluctantly let go. The EMTs loaded Chelsea into the back of the ambulance and shut one of the doors. “Wait a minute! I’m coming with her.” Jason demanded.

“Jason.” Chelsea muttered while reaching for him. Pleading for him to be next to her.

“Are you family?” The EMT stated quickly.

“No, I’m her boyfriend.”

“Sorry Kid, we’re taking her to Mercy Hospital. You’ll have to meet her there.” The EMT shut the second door and the ambulance sped off.

Jason ran to the Beetle and drove off as well. He looked through her cell phone and found an entry for her Mom’s workplace. He had never met her and now he had to tell her that her daughter was in the hospital.

“Canton Advertising, how can I direct your call?”

“Um, Ms. Pollack please.”

“Transferring.”

“Janet Pollack speaking, how can I be of assistance today?”

“Ms. Pollack, you don’t know me, but my name is Jason Akers and I was with your daughter and she collapsed and started shaking. She’s on her way to Mercy Hospital.”

“On my way!” Janet hung up right away. She grabbed her purse, shouted to her boss that her daughter was in the hospital, and ran out of the building.

Jason hit the end call button and then reached for his phone and called home.

“Hello.” Jessica answered.

“Jessica, listen up. I’m…”

“Hey big brother, how’s the big date going?”

“Not well, I’m…”

“Did she try something? I warned that bitch…” Jessica was infuriated.

“What? No. Listen, Chelsea is being transported to Mercy Hospital. I’m on my way there. Let Mom and Dad know.”

“Okay, okay, bye.” Jessica hung up the phone. “Mom! Dad! Jason’s on his way to the hospital. Something happened to Chelsea!” Tim, Mae, and Jessica headed to their car so they could get to the hospital to comfort Jason.

Jason rushed through the emergency room doors and charged right up to woman behind the desk. He was winded. “Chelsea,” Breath. “Pollack,” Breath. “Please.”

“Do you know when she arrived, Sir?”

“A few,” Breath. “Minutes ago.”

“Oh yes, she’s here. Are you family?”

“No.” Jason finally caught his breath.

“Well, you’ll have to take a seat right over there until someone who is family can verify you can see her.” The nurse pointed with her pen to the chairs in the waiting room.

A look of exasperation fell upon Jason. “What is with you people and this family question?” Jason shouted. “I’m trying to see my girlfriend who collapsed in my arms and started shaking just a few minutes ago!” Jason pounded both his fists onto the desk.

“Sir, you’ll have to calm down or I’ll be forced to call Security. You have three options. Leave willingly, leave with Security, or calm down and wait over there until I know you’re allowed to see her.”

A deflated Jason slouched down into the chair in the waiting room with his head in his hands. He didn’t see the woman come in.

A woman in her mid 40’s with red hair in a bun wearing a black business suit with matching heels came running in.

“I’m Janet Pollack and I’m here for my daughter, Chelsea Pollack.”

“Okay, here are the forms we need you to fill out. When you’re done, you bring them back to me.” Janet didn’t move. She filled out the paperwork and handed it back within a minute.

“Alright, what you do is go through that door, make a left, and she’s the first bed on the left. Oh, and one more thing, do you know that boy?’ “No, I’ve never seen him before.” Janet rushed to the back. “Chelsea, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine Mom. They said I had an epileptic seizure and they may need to increase my dosage. beylikdüzü escort They’re waiting for my blood work to come back and I’ll be able to go.”

“I wonder what triggered it. You haven’t had one in a long time. I thought it was under control.” Janet held her daughters hand.

“I don’t know.” Chelsea sat up. “Mom, do you know if Jason is here? I thought I heard him screaming earlier?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll go out there as soon as I speak to the doctor, okay?” “Alright.” Chelsea laid back down, disheartened.

Time seemed to crawl by, even though in reality it was only twelve minutes until the doctor opened the curtain barricade.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Miller. Are you Chelsea’s Mom?”

“Yes, My name is Janet Pollack.”

“Well Janet, I’m glad you’re here. First, let me say your daughter is fine. She’s probably already back to her normal self. Now, we got the blood work back, surprisingly quickly considering how busy we are today, and, I must say, I have some concerns. Chelsea told us she has epilepsy since birth, correct?”

“Yes, she was born with it.”

“And she also told us she is on 100mg of Lamotrigine three times a day. Is that correct?”

“Yes, she’s been taking that dosage for a few years now.”

“Well, here’s the problem. We found no traces of that medication in her system. Instead, we found a large amount of aspirin in her blood stream.”

“What? Chelsea, why did you think you can do that?” Janet demanded.

“I didn’t! I keep my pills in my purse and I haven’t missed a dose. Why would I? I don’t want a seizure.” Chelsea pleaded.

“Well then, where’s your purse, young lady?”

“I don’t know. I suppose Jason has it.” Chelsea reasoned.

“Dr. Miller, could you wait here a few minutes? I’ll go get the purse and maybe you can help straighten this out.”

“No problem. While you get her purse, I’m going to see another patient and I’ll be right back.” Dr. Miller left.

Janet reached the waiting room and called out. “Jason. Is there a Jason here?” Two men stood up. One man clearly in his sixties, bald up top with grey hair around his head, and looked like he was hiding a beach ball under his shirt. “Please don’t let that be him.” The second was a teenager who was surrounded by what looked like his mom, dad, and sister. Janet walked up to that Jason. “Do you have my daughter’s purse?”

“Yes ma’am.” Jason handed over the purse. “Is she alright? May I see her now?”

“Yes, she is fine. No, you cannot see her. Give me a few more minutes.”

Jason sat down, his head back in his hand.

Mae stood up. “Ms. Pollack, please, my son is worried sick. Can’t he please go back with you?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs.?”

“It’s Akers. Mae Akers.”

“Well Mrs. Akers, if it was your daughter and you knew what I know, trust me; I’m being polite in just saying no right now.” Janet disappeared behind the ER doors. “Here you go Dr. Miller.” Janet handed him the vial.

Dr. Miller poured a couple pills in his hand. “I’m sorry to say, but these are ordinary aspirin. It says so on the pill. Now if you excuse me, I’ll write up another prescription for the Lamotrigine and I’ll have the nurse discharge you.”

“Mom, I swear, I didn’t do that.” Chelsea was insistent. “Please believe me.”

“I believe you. The person I don’t trust is Jason.” Janet stated coldly. “No Mom, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t have.”

“Who else could it have been? This happened recently and I know you’ve been spending a lot of time with him. If not him, who Chelsea?” Janet was on the verge of yelling.

“I don’t know Mom, I don’t. It wasn’t him.” Chelsea started to cry.

“Chelsea, I know it’s hard to believe. I hear how you talk about him, but he did it. He’s guilty and I forbid you from seeing him again.”

“Mom, no! I love him! Please don’t say that? Please?” Chelsea’s cry turned into a sob.

“Chelsea, knock it off. I will not have you hanging around with someone who is willing to put your life in danger. End Of Discussion.”

The nurse walked in and handed Janet a piece of paper. “Here is the prescription and now Chelsea is free to go. Have a nice weekend.”

When Janet and Chelsea reached the door to the lobby, Janet stopped. “I want you to wait here.” Janet walked through the doors and headed toward the Akers family. Jason wasn’t there. “Mr. and Mrs. Akers, I want you to know you’ll be hearing from my attorney.”

Jason exited the restroom and saw Miss Pollack speaking to his parents. He looked around and saw Chelsea peaking through the doors heading to the back. He ran towards her. He pushed through the double doors and embraced Chelsea. “I’ve been so worried. Are you okay?” Jason was almost on the verge of tears. “They wouldn’t let me see you or tell me what was going on. I love you so much.”

Chelsea pushed Jason away. “Did you do it? Look me in the eye and tell me the truth.”

“Did I do what? Oh, did I lay you down on the ground too hard and you hit your head? I’m sorry if I did. I just freaked out when you started to shake.”

“No Jason, my pills. Did you switch my pills? I understand if you did. I’ve been so mean to you. Just tell me.” Chelsea began to cry.

“What? How can you ask me that? No. No. No. No. I would never do anything to hurt you, Beautiful. You have to believe me. Please? I love you.” Jason moved in to kiss her.

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It’s a Friday afternoon and we jump in my car to head away for a night out. I haven’t told you where we are going yet but I let you know to pack for an afternoon of hiking so you are wearing some shorts and one of my t-shirts. I also told you to pack some nice clothes to wear at night so you packed the dress you wore at dew that I like so much. We arrive up in the mountains and start out on a little hike. I love just being out in the fresh air with you, plus I get a great view of your ass as you walk in front of me on the trail.

After trudging along the trails all afternoon we get back in the car and hit the road. By now you have probably figured out that we are on the road to Blackhawk. I pull into the garage of the Ameristar casino and find a spot. Grabbing our bags we head inside to check in. After finely getting into our room we drop our bags and lay down on the bed.

After just relaxing for a while I suggest we jump in the shower. I hope off the bed and grab you by the hand leading you into the bathroom. I start the water and turn around to find you already getting naked. I can’t help bakırköy escort but to just look and admire your sexy body as you strip off all your clothes. After removing your panties you look up to see me still fully clothed and just staring at you with a smile on my face.

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We start kissing deeply and before long I am rock hard in your hand. I press you up against the counter, sliding my hands up under your ass I lift you up onto the counter and lean into you. Wrapping my arms around your neck I press you up against the mirror kissing you all the more. By now the bathroom is starting to fog up from the shower. And I pull beşiktaş escort you off the counter and move towards to shower with you. But you have another idea; you grab me and turn me around. Dropping to you knees you slowly start to kiss the tip of my cock.

You look up at me and flash me a devilish smile before moving your lips back to my cock and start to slowly lick and suck the whole length. I throw my head back in pleasure as you continue to play with me. Then without warning you stand back up and push me on the toilet. Straddling over me you take my cock and move it to your amazing opening. Slowly guiding me into you, you lower yourself down onto me.

Reaching up above your head you grasp the towel rack above my head and start to raise yourself off me before sliding back down. You continue to move up and down onto me. I grab your hips and moan as my cock slides in and out of you. It feels so amazing feeling your wet pussy so tightly wrapped around me. I’m moaning as loudly as you scream my name.

I know I cant last much longer, you sense that beylikdüzü escort I am close to cumming; you come down one last time taking me all the way inside you. You move your lips to mine and start to kiss me as you grind your hips into me. It feels so good having you on top of me, my cock all the way inside you. I want to cum so bad.

I wrap my hands around your waist and standup. You wrap you legs around my back and I press you into the wall. With your arms around my neck you look over my shoulder and into the mirror. You see the reflection of my back as I press you against the wall. Still deep inside you I start to thrust my hips into you. Harder and harder each time crashing you into the wall. I’m moaning and screaming your name as I fuck you against the wall. I’m so close to cumming I thrust harder and faster into you.

The wall is shaking with each thrust. At one point I hear the drywall crack as I slam your back into the wall. But that doesn’t stop us from continuing our fun. I keep thrusting in and out of you, pressing you up against the wall until I can’t last any longer. Holding you tight against the wall my whole body shakes as you send me over the edge. With one final thrust I scream your name and cum deep inside you. After I regain my senses from a mind blowing orgasm I lower you to the ground and pull you into a kiss. You break the kiss and by the hand lead me into the shower.

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Today, at her normal stop, she pops onto the bus. I left work early, looking forward to a day on the beach with her as we discussed yesterday, and here she is. I am surprised to see her popping into my afternoon early. I get the hunch she planned this and the early arrival is part of a surprise.

There is nobody else on the bus except her and I. As she walks towards me I see she has on the sundress I first saw her in. The patterned light blue translucent loose fitting sundress that floats around her mid thighs. The one that shows whatever she is wearing underneath when the sun shines through. The one that now shows she isn’t wearing anything underneath.

She sways her hips and sashays down the aisle in my direction. A devilish grin purses her succulent lips as she glares at me from her downturned head. Clearly she has some deviant thoughts racing through her sharp, horny mind. She spins away from me to sit down. Her dress rises in a flaring spiral and I get a scent of her moistening pussy and a glimmer of super smooth golden skin. Her dress floats around her as she leans back into the seat next to me.

I ask, “Darling, how long have you been exhibiting your freshly shaven pussy?” She lifts her right leg up off the floor and rests her heel on the edge of the seat. This is when I notice her entire body appears to be completely oiled. I follow her sexy calf muscle, up over her knee and down to her flat belly. The dress is sticking to her and becoming more transparent as she rubs her hands up over her hips and waist.

“You like my new look baby? I just slipped my bikini off at the bus stop as I saw the bus coming down the lane. I had been sunbathing on the beach, listening to the ocean. I decided the sun felt so good melting my body into bliss that the only thing better would be to apply a generous helping of oil all over. I almost got carried away making sure I was fully covered when I noticed it was time to catch your bus. So here I am, paid (wink) the bus driver to go straight to the top, your stop. I believe that is about a 10 minute ride, no?”

She very obviously lowered her gaze to my now hardening pants to my erection just pushing out the top of my waistline. She is one of the sexiest sites I have ever seen.

“So here I am, all oiled up, naked underneath this flimsy sundress, alone with you, on this shady windowed bus. The warm air is delicious as it tickles my nipples…”

At this, she started rubbing her hands up her waist and trailing her fingertips across her now hardened nipples. Her breasts are so oiled up that the dress is now basically transparent as it is soaked in her oil as she pressed the dress into her glistening skin. She circles her pendik escort fingertips around both nipples at the same time, and trails her hands back down her belly. They both wrap around the leg that is still on the edge of the seat. She massages her leg up and down a few times as she looks deep into my eyes. As her hands press down the inside of her thigh, she rotates her right leg over into my lap, her oily knee now resting against the top of my cock that is poking out of my waistline by this time.

“Ooooh baby.” She says. “That is what I was dreaming about when I was putting the oil all over my body on the beach.”

Both her hands reach the top of her glistening right leg. Her left hand slowly presses across her pussy. Her swollen pussy lips bounce back into place as her hand gently passes over.

“Baby,” I say. “You look like you’re ready to gush. Is there something I can help you with?

She rubs her pussy, the inside of her thighs, around and over her gorgeous ass, up her belly, and around her breasts. Pushing her breasts up with each hand and squeezing her nipples through the fabric as her left leg comes up.

She rests her left foot on the edge of the seat. Both legs are now spread wide open, with her pussy lips gaping open as her body shines in the sunlight coming through the windows. She is rubbing her breasts as her hips move up and down. Her hands slide down her hips and across to her wide open pussy. Her fresh shave job allows me to see all the juicy details. Her pussy is dripping with her juices and glistening with all the oil on her body. The dress has come up over her waist and exposes her deliciously smooth body from the waist down. Not that there was anything hiding her ripe body anyway.

She starts really focusing on her pussy. Her head is bowed down towards her yearning pussy. Both hands are moving synchronously on each side of her pussy. Her index fingers are pressing against the outside of her pussy lips as she slides them up and down the length of her moist pussy. Juices are now coating her fingers as she scoops up trails of succulent rivers. She massages those fresh juices around her pussy.

I know of no better lubricant that tastes so delicious as her sweet pussy juice. She starts moving her hands in a slight figure eight pattern. The cross of the eight brings her index finger right across her pussy, slightly dipping into her hole. Then back, as the other index finger repeats the tease from the other direction, across her hole, and back. She seems to be fixated on the motion. Her lips are moist with her dripping lust.

She is sucking on one of her pussy juice covered fingers. While she does this, the kartal escort knee that is pressing against the head of my cock is moving up and down slightly as her hips bounce against her fingers. I have never been so hard as my cock is now. It is bulging out of the waistband of my pants. Precum is already leaking out of my cock head, creating a moist spot on my shirt. The bus keeps grinding up the hillside towards my stop.

She lifts her knee and glances over at my throbbing cock head. With her right hand she reaches over and scoops up a large swath of my precum and brings it to her lips. She sucks her index finger into her mouth and moans.

“God I love tasting your precum. That is the best afternoon treat.”

Her left hand is now wrapped over her pussy, with her middle finger sliding in and out of her dripping hole. Her right hand reaches back down to my cock head and scoops up a pool of precum that has formed. She brings it up and rubs it across her left nipple, through the fabric that is stretched clear and tight across her rock hard nipple. Her knee presses back into my cock and she starts pumping her hips into her finger as her hand rocks around her pussy lips in small circles.

Every time her pussy presses forward her knee presses harder into my cock. This is driving me wild as I am now rocking my hips forward into her knee as my cock feels ready to explode.

Suddenly I feel the bus starting to slow down. We pull up to the stop in front of my house. She stands, reaching out with her left hand that is covered in her pussy juices, reaching for my hand. I wrap my hand around her wrist as I get up, placing her fingers in my mouth as I stand.

Sucking the juices from her fingers almost pushes my straining cock over the edge. We turn and pop out the doors of the bus. She leads me by her hand. I follow, getting a gorgeous view of her ass as it clearly drips with her juices, through the dress that is now just barely down over her pert behind.

We get to my door, and as I reach into my pocket for the keys, I look over at her. She has moved to the deck railing next to the front door that looks out across the hillside, down to the water. She has bent forward, resting her collarbone across the railing. Her breasts are straining against the fabric of her dress from gravity pulling at their perfect form. She has spread her legs and her hands are back at her glistening pussy.

“Baby, I can’t wait. My pussy is flowing nonstop for your rock hard cock. I need you inside me now.”

I have given completely to the moment and could care less if the mailman came. In one motion I move in behind her, dropping my pants and rest my hands maltepe escort on either side of her hips. My cock is pressed between her ass cheeks as I move my hips forwards and back. My cock is so covered in precum and her ass is so slippery with oil, it feels ridiculously marvelous.

I bend my knees and get my cock to spring down across the front of her pussy from behind. I straighten my legs and feel the length of my cock slide along the opening of her pussy as it strains against her. Her pussy lips suck at my cock as I rub the entire length of my cock along her dripping, burning pussy.

Her hands have pulled her breasts free of the fabric as they spill over the top of her neckline. She is squeezing and rubbing her breasts in time to my cock rubbing across her slippery clit.

“Ooooh baby, I need you to dip that hot, hard cock into my pussy. I want you inside me soooo bad.”

On her wanton urge, I pull back, holding her hips, position my cock head at the entrance to her puckered pussy. Lining up, I push my cock head in. She gasps and squeals as I bury the entire length of my cock into the very end of her pussy.

She shudders as my cock presses against the depths of her pussy. I feel her hips lurch and her legs shake as her body erupts in a full body quaking orgasm.

I feel her body rippling with pleasure as I press my cock to the deepest parts of her pulsating pussy. I start rotating my hips in a circular fashion and feel my cock spiraling around inside. She lets out a deep, throaty moan. Her body has gone into automatic and her hips are rotating in reverse motion of my cock.

What was a raging orgasm for her, just went into overdrive. Her hips let out several hard thrusts and I feel her pussy, no, her whole body clenches down on my cock. I can feel every muscle in her body focusing its energy into sucking on my cock. She erupts. Her body expands and tightens down again.

Her cum pressures out around my cock and sprays across my balls that are pressed against her clit. I reach around as her body expands again. Right when she clamps around my raging cock I press my balls with my hand against her clit and rub her pussy cum across her clit. She squirts again.

This goes on for several more cycles of breathing. Inhale quickly, exhale and clamp the entire length of my cock, as my cock head presses against the ends of her pussy. On the last one, my cock has reached the limits of straining.

I erupt. I can feel my cum squirting deep inside her, spraying across the inner surface of her pussy. My cum mixes with hers as it flows out her pussy, squeezing out past my cock, and down my legs. I slide my hands around my cock, up across her pussy and spread copious amounts of our cum mixture in circles across her glistening ass.

When my legs regain their focus, I bend forward and scoop her up in my arms. She is quiet. She melts in my arms as I carry her to the side lawn, still shaking in pleasure.

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The seven weeks I spent in jail should have been a full year, but I was placed, under court order, in a special program for “violent and criminal women” for the last 10 months of my sentence. And so I moved into the Shelly P. Horton Memorial Rehabilitation Home.

It basically was a halfway house- a communal living situation with 8 or 9 other women. Not only did we live together, we ate most of our meals together, we did chores together, and we had to participate in regular meetings. Everything was supervised, they helped us all get jobs, and we each contributed a little to the financial needs of the group. Rent was free but we bought our own food. We did all our cleaning and we lived two to a room. You couldn’t spend a night outside of the house, you couldn’t bring people into the house- you get the idea. Newcomers were closely monitored until they proved themselves trustworthy.

It had almost no security- I could have run away at any point, but I knew that would mean more legal troubles. I had only been charged with a misdemeanor, and I had no intention of adding anything else to my record. I still cherished the dream of becoming a lawyer- perhaps even more strongly now that I felt myself a true victim of a rotten patriarchal system. But first I had to finish my time at the Horton House.

The Horton House was run mostly by long-term, highly-trained volunteers, most of whom were a part of a nearby church. They were older and middle-aged women, some of them with a background in nursing or social work. A lot of the classes and meetings we had to take part in were simple life skills- how to balance a checkbook, how to eat healthy, etc. There were also classes on managing anger, avoiding harmful behaviors and all that. I really didn’t learn anything. Maybe a few self-defense classes would have been more appropriate.

I was the only one of the group who had finished high school, let alone started college. And aside from taking a lamp to Jimmy’s face right in front of the cops, I had no other criminal or violent history, which was also unique. But rumors of what I’d done to my ex-husband’s face had gotten around, and I had a reputation as a bad-ass. I let the rumors go- hoping maybe they’d keep trouble away from me.

The official head of the Horton House was the pastor of the church- Pastor Glen. He didn’t spend a lot of time at the house (which might have come off as creepy, since it was all younger women), but he did all of the administrative leadership. He coordinated the volunteers, had dinner with us every Sunday, and he led a weekly Bible study that we were strongly encouraged to attend (they couldn’t require it, I guess). Glen was young- in his early 30’s I estimated- and he didn’t have the formal look and feel I had always associated with a pastor. He had a light, fuzzy beard and wore John Lennon-style glasses. He was medium height and build and his short haircut hid that, even at a young age, he was beginning to bald. He always spoke with a gentle voice and liked to make jokes.

Glen had the files on each woman and had to approve their admittance into the Horton House. He met with each of us on our first day- introducing himself and running over some of the basic philosophy of the place. When I sat down across from him in the kitchen of the house, he was skimming my paperwork. We were on opposite ends of a large table, and a pleasant looking silver-haired woman sat a few seats down from me.

“Dorothy?” he asked, not looking up.

“Dottie,” I said.

“Dottie with an ‘i’?” he asked, picking up a pen, still looking at the folder.

“Yes.”

“Yes…you do like the eyes, don’t you,” he mumbled, punning to himself as he flipped through the pages of my file.

Looking up at me for the first time, he cocked his head and paused with his mouth open. He looked at my eyes for almost a minute, until I shifted in my seat from awkwardness.

“Well,” he said abruptly, “Betty will fill you in on all the rules and procedures around here. It’s pretty simple. I’m guessing you’re not going to have a problem with anything. No history…just…just one very violent assault.”

I looked down and to the side, biting the inside of my cheek.

“I would guess he had it coming,” he said thoughtfully, still looking at me. I looked up sharply, surprised that a pastor would say such a thing. After giving me a few seconds to respond, he abandoned that path and changed topics.

“Dottie, do you plan to go back to school?”

“As soon as I can,” I said so quickly that I surprised even myself.

“And your plan is to…”

“Eventually study law.”

He leaned forward and laughed, looking over at Betty. “Law? Well I didn’t see that coming. Guess you’ve got an insider view of the criminal justice system now, don’t you?”

I said nothing in response.

“Hmm. Let me make some calls. I wonder if I can’t get you back into some classes while you’re here. Would you like that?”

I sarıyer escort widened my eyes in surprise, nodding my head.

“No guarantees. But I think there’s some grant money available for women in your situation who want to study. It could cover some of the costs, but you’d still need to work.”

“That’s no problem. I’ve been working and studying. It’s no problem at all,” I didn’t like how eager I sounded, but this seemed like a great chance.

Standing up, he said, “I’ll let you know what I find. We’ve got a few months until fall semester starts, so hang tight and get settled. Make some friends.” He paused after he said that, then turned back towards me and leaned in. ” I mean that, Dottie. Make some friends here. It’ll be good for your heart and…” he squinted at me, “and I’m guessing you’ve got a lot to offer these girls, too.”

Breaking his gaze, he straightened up and headed towards the door. “Thanks Betty- I’ll be in touch. And Dottie…try to leave the lamps where they are.” I rolled my eyes.

*******

I didn’t mind the Horton House- it was better than prison, anyway. It was a few hours further west of my school, so it was a good long drive from home. Daddy and Mama visited about once a month, but after a few long talks with Pastor Glen, they felt OK with me being under the care of his staff. The volunteers were nice, even if some of them were just too saccharine sweet for me- like they hadn’t really had any trouble in life, so everything was rosy and happy for them. Glen seemed that way at first- often joking and teasing, enjoying game nights and meals. But whenever he spoke at the Bible study or sometimes during serious dinner conversations, I could tell he wasn’t all fluff. I kept a close eye on him- no man could work around so many young women and not be looking for a way to take advantage of them.

I’m not sure how I did at making friends, but I soon had a few younger girls (which was funny, because I was only 21 at the time) who followed me around and asked a lot of questions. Sometimes it was about Jimmy- Had I really used a broken light bulb to dig out his eye? Was I going to get the other eye if they hadn’t stopped me? How did I fight off all four police officers?

But then it became different. I was showing them how to use the washing machine and fold their clothes. I taught them a few of the recipes that they liked. I pulled classic novels from the bookshelf and read to them, explaining some of the harder language. As girls came and went, I found newcomers had a way of ending up in my little circle, so that I usually had about 4 girls that I spent time with each day. I listened to their stories and helped them understand how their problems weren’t their fault- the men in their life had forced them into a system that was against them. I told them about the unfair wages and inequities in the law. I didn’t realize what a reputation I was getting until one evening when Betty came from the kitchen and saw me studying in the living room (Glen had been able to get me into a few classes that fall).

“Mother Hen…can you make sure all your little chicks know that dinner is going to be a little late tonight?”

Shayna, folding laundry across the room burst out laughing and said, “She ain’t no Mother Hen! Don’t you know she hates cock?” Then she howled at her own pun. Betty, too proper to let on that she understood the joke, looked at me and held in a laugh.

“I’ve got a lamp right next to me, Shayna…” I threatened.

She stopped laughing, “Aw, come on Dottie. You know it’s true. And that was funny!” She giggled again, then tried to suppress it. I left her alone, then went upstairs to pass along the message. While I walked up the steps, I thought about Shayna’s comment. Did I hate men? No. I didn’t. I loved Daddy. I wished there were more men like him. I suspected men. I hated what they did to women- what most of them did, anyway. But I couldn’t let these girls go on naïvely believing there was something wrong with them when some of them weren’t really guilty of anything except being female. I realized that, what I most wanted to do was just…help them. Help them make a better life for themselves and stop waiting around to find the right guy who will fix everything.

A few days later, we sat around the table for Sunday dinner. Glen was there, as usual, and conversation was light and informal. A bowl of apples was next to Glen and I asked him to pass me one. We were carefully trained on table manners- asking politely, passing things, not talking with your mouth full, all that fun stuff. Glen smiled and picked an apple from the side of the bowl, taking care to find a particular one. I thought that strange, and when I bit into it, I found it was rotten on the inside. I spit out the bite, earning a disapproving gaze from Clara, our manners expert.

“It’s rotten!” I said.

Glen stood up, taking esenyurt escort the bowl. “Oh, then I’ll just throw them all away.”

A few girls protested, including me. “No, just give me another- they can’t all be bad.”

“What? Didn’t you just get a rotten one?”

“Yeah, but there are good ones, too.”

“I don’t know- you got a bad taste in your mouth from that bite. Best to assume all the apples are bad.”

I narrowed my eyes, starting to suspect he was up to something. Most of the girls seemed to be ignoring us, but one or two of my little gang stared in wide-eyed curiosity.

I spoke slowly, trying to piece it together. “I’d still like to try another. I’m sure they’re not all bad.”

Glen tilted his head and smiled, squinting one eye, urging me to think about what I’d just said. He rolled another apple across the table to me and said, “And yet for the sake of a few assholes, you’re ready to write off all mankind…interesting.”

So that was his game. I left the apple- and the rest of my dinner- on my plate. I stood up, tossing my napkin onto the table, and said, “You know, on second thought, I’m just not hungry.” I walked briskly out of the room, which wasn’t allowed during dinner. Clara started to say something, but I heard Glen say, “It’s OK, Miss Clara, let her be.” As I reached the front door, I could hear Shayna at the table say, “Cluck, cluck!” and then laugh loudly to herself. I slammed the door and sat on the porch. I wished Daddy would come walk me around the block and help things make sense.

*******

After I’d been sitting out there for a while, and thankfully once my tears had dried, Glen slipped out onto the porch and asked if he could sit next to me.

“It’s your house,” I mumbled.

He sat down a few feet away, handing me a blanket he had brought out. I wrapped it around my shoulders and we both watched the late evening commuters driving home through our neighborhood. I envied them their easy lives- many of them had everything I had once hoped to have. That world seemed far away from me now. Marriage, family, career- it all seemed too unreal and trivial.

After a few minutes, Glen spoke. “How are your classes going?”

“Fine.”

“Are you getting enough study time?”

“Yeah. It’s fine.”

“How about work? Your supervisor tells me you’ve adjusted well. Do you like it there?”

“I wouldn’t want to make a career of it, but it’s fine for now.”

“Wow. Sounds like everything in your life is just…fine. That’s great Dottie.” His sarcasm wasn’t mean. It was playful, and I fought back a smile. Neither of us spoke for a few more minutes. Then Glen said, “Dottie…”

I jumped in, saying what I had been thinking about for the past hour. “There’s a big difference between getting a bad bite of fruit and…and what happened to me. There’s a lot bigger risk involved in…it’s a lot more than just taking another bite.”

“I know that Dottie, and I don’t want to belittle your experience…or your pain. I just want to make the point that not all men are like your ex-husband. In fact, without knowing the details of what preceded that incident with the lamp, I’d guess James was a pretty exceptional, grade-A asshole. Based on what I’ve seen in you these past few months, anyone that can get such a reaction out of you had to have been pretty uniquely awful.”

“I’ve heard a lot of stories this past year, Pastor. A lot of stories from a lot of women, and James doesn’t sound too unique.”

“Hmm. Excellent point.” He thought for a moment. “Tell me, Dottie, have you ever heard the term ‘sampling bias’?”

I thought back to when I had heard that term- it was in a research methods class. “Heard it. Don’t remember it.”

“You walk into a hospital and start studying people’s health. What are you going to find?”

“Everyone is sick.”

“So can you conclude that the whole world is sick? Is there an epidemic?”

“No. Obviously…OK, I remember. The pool of candidates is biased to give you certain results.”

“Exactly. So you’ve been hearing stories…where? In prison? In Horton House? Among the women who have had some of the worst experiences with men- the worst? Let me introduce you to some people with different experiences. Go have a long talk with Betty about her husband, Ron. Thirty-two years they’ve been together- longer than I’ve been alive- and she still just glows when she talks about him. You’ve spent too much time in the rotten apple bin. There’s a whole big orchard out there.”

“Maybe. But Jimmy seemed nice, too. A lot of guys are two faced. They’re as nice as you when they’re in public, but they’ve got another side. An ugly side.”

“I’d be a fool to deny that, Dottie. But you’re still just talking about the rotten apples.”

“What’s the deal, anyway? Why are you so concerned about me? Almost all the girls here have this problem.”

“Well, Mother Hen, I guess I’m avrupa yakası escort just trying to get the most out of my efforts. If I can persuade you to see things differently, it won’t be long before most of the the other girls will see it the same way as you.”

“I think you’re exaggerating,” I said softly, staring up at the moon.

“I think you don’t know what a natural leader you are. These girls listen to you. Not just because you’ve got more book smarts than them, though that helps impress a few of them. But they know a good thing when they see it- they know you’ve got a special kind of wisdom. And more than that…you care about them.”

I looked sharply at him. Caring was…it was almost a weakness in this new world I had been thrust into.

“I know, I know,” he said. “God forbid any of you women have a heart. But I can see it. You want to help them, Dottie, just like I do. And I’m just wanting to make sure that what you’re doing actually helps.”

I wasn’t ready to respond to that, and Glen knew when to end a conversation. He left that thought hanging, and after a couple minutes, he went back inside. “Betty put your food in the oven to keep it warm,” he said as he opened the door.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

“No, thank Betty for that. I wasn’t going to fight Clara, who said you should go hungry for leaving so rudely. But Betty stood up for you.”

“No…I mean…thank you.”

“Oh. Well in that case…you’re welcome.”

*******

A few weeks later, after Sunday dinner, I walked out to the porch again. I had found it to be a nice place to think and process. With Glen trying to subtly plant ideas in our heads during dinner conversation, I usually needed some time to reflect. Glen joined me after he had cleared the table. Handing me a mug of hot chocolate, he asked if he could sit down. I scooted over to make room, and Glen sat on the far end of the step, leaning his back against the handrail post. In that position, he was facing me while I watched the cars go by.

“Finals coming up?” he asked.

“Yeah. But I’m mostly ready,” I said, my mind still on other things.

“Good. So…I was thinking it might be a good idea to transfer your credits to somewhere closer to here.”

I turned my head to look at him, my face showing the skepticism that I felt.

“It’s just a thought. But what if you could go full time next semester? I could take care of the details as far as the courts go- you could probably get away without needing a job, as long as you kept up your grades. Your time here is up during the middle of the semester, so it makes more sense that way.”

“And what happens when my time here is up? No place to live, no job. Doesn’t sound like a good situation for me. It makes more sense for me to go back home.”

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve been kicking around an idea for a year or so of hiring a residential caretaker. Someone to live in the house and help look after the girls. The pay wouldn’t be much, but your housing and food would be covered. It would look good on your resume, it would really help us out, and it might be just the thing you need to help you finish your bachelor’s program.”

So it was a well-thought-out plan. The Horton House was feeling like a good, safe environment for me, and to combine that with my education would be pretty ideal. Glen could see me thinking it through, and he said, “No need to answer now. I still haven’t convinced the State to give me the funding yet. But think about it. If you’re interested, I’ll make sure it happens.”

*******

I did think about it. When Daddy and Mama visited the next weekend, we talked about it for a long time. Daddy finally said, “I think I need to have another talk with that preacher.” Glen took a long walk with Daddy that Sunday after church while Mama showed the girls and I how to make pie crusts from scratch. When the guys returned, Daddy took me out to the porch and we talked some more. He mostly asked what I thought of Glen and if I trusted him.

“About as well as I trust any man,” I answered.

“That’s an answer that ain’t an answer, Dorothy Jane.”

“Fine. I guess…I’ve got no reason not to trust him. Everyone else thinks he’s a good guy- even the women who have been working with him for a few years. I guess that says something.”

“Good enough,” Daddy replied, without explanation.

*******

I’m sure you know where this is headed, but at that point, I still had no idea. It turned out, Glen and Daddy had a long talk that began with Daddy trying to find out exactly what Glen’s vision was for my role at the House. But as Glen talked about that vision, he smoothly transitioned into asking my father if, somewhere down the road, he would consent to a marriage. That took Daddy by surprise, and he thought maybe Glen and I had been carrying on in secret, like I had with James. After Glen assured my agitated father that nothing of the sort had happened, he explained that he doubted he could talk me into a relationship, but just in case he did, he wanted to know that it was OK.

It took Daddy some convincing that there really wasn’t anything going on between us, and once he believed Glen, it seemed even more strange that he would be thinking so far ahead.

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