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I love to please my wife. Her happiness is my happiness. Whatever she wants I try to give her because I’m always the one who reaps the rewards. To see her writhing in her own orgasm is the greatest pleasure I know. So when she wants to play, we play.

She is the center of my world during the day and at night, she is my goddess fuck doll. And so it goes.

Nothing could be more of a turn on for her than to be ritually bathed by me for a night of over the top sex play. I run a hot bath and carefully wash her beautiful body with sweet smelling soaps. I clean her inside and out. I shave her, paint her toenails, wash and brush her hair. She willingly lets me do it, all of it.

I wrap her long hair in a tight braid that hangs down past her lovely shoulders. It makes an excellent handle when I’m fucking her. I massage her entire body with exotic oils and aromatic lotions. I lube her sweet little puckered asshole and take special care applying lotion to every fold of her beautiful pussy.

All the while, she is mewing like a newborn kitten from the extra special attention. She is ready to receive any and all the things I want to do to her tonight. Her persona has been transformed from my lovely wife into my very own concubine. My personal sex slave and I have become her sultan. Master of her body, heart and soul. She belongs to me.

I will show her in every way how much I treasure her before I release her into the peace that only my domination can give my beloved wife.

Floor pillows and soft blankets are spread across the floor of our bedroom. She has prepared a tray of fruits, cheeses and wine. She obediently kneels in front of me, ass up over a large floor pillow while I sit with my back against the foot of the bed. Placing the tray on her upturned ass with her parted legs over my lap, I play with her pussy in between bites of food. We watch an erotic porn on the widescreen. She points out all the things she wants me to do with her. I’m only happy to oblige.

She knows how much she is loved. She knows how much I cherish her and all the things she so willingly gives to me. All her life she has waited for a man who could love her the way that only I can do and in turn, she creates my every dream into a reality. Her trust in me is unfaltering and I would never do anything that would jeopardize what took me so long to build up in her heart.

After the meal, I remove the tray and push her body forward over the top of the pillow. Her ass high, her back gracefully arched and her long legs straddling the floor pillow with her head on the blanket. My hand gently caresses the silky smooth skin along her lovely ass, massaging and kneading her voluptuous oiled rump. When she is relaxed and moaning I administer the first loud slap, leaving a perfect pink handprint on her buttock. She gasps and bears down waiting for the next one. I hesitate, making her wait and want it even more. When she least expects it, I land another slap on her other buttock leaving a matching set of clearly defined pink handprints on her beautiful round ass.

After spending a considerable amount of time admiring her from this position. Playing with her pussy, slapping her bubble butt, teasing her clit and fingering her sweet little puckered asshole, I finally move out from behind her prone position and help her to her feet. Her gorgeous face is flushed and glowing from all the attention I have bestowed below her waist.

I kiss her mouth deeply and passionately, letting her know how much she and this night mean to me. She is my angel, my love and my life. She looks up at me with those big round eyes and nods, knowing how deeply in love I am with her. She has no doubt whatsoever about it. I have her complete trust and approval and tonight, she belongs entirely bakırköy escort to me.

I cup her full breasts in my hands and squeeze them. The oil makes them slippery enough that the pliable flesh glides through my fingers. I lean down and take each one of her gorgeous pink nipples into my mouth, sucking on them deeply until they are both ripe, hard buds that I can easily roll and pinch between my thumb and index finger. She moans as I pinch and twist them tighter until they are standing up high and erect. I reach for the nipple clamps and her breath staggers slightly as I clip both of them inside the cushioned spring jaws, screwing them down until they are tightly in place. She lets out a slight whimper as I tug on the chains to make sure they are secure.

With one hand wrapped around her braid I order her to her knees in front of me. My erection is standing straight up against my belly. “Suck me, little cocksucker.” She doesn’t hesitate. She has been trained to place her hands behind her back and I guide my cock into her open mouth. “Take me, all of me.” She knows how.

I help her to her feet, take her by the hand and lead her to the padded sawhorse she purchased for our anniversary. Its camel leather upholstery with polished oak legs is the perfectly tailored height for me to fuck her, all of her. Have I mentioned what a considerate genius of a woman she is?

I help her climb on as she straddles the leather padding. The bench has straps and cuffs attached so I can secure her snugly to the top. She’s not going anywhere once I buckle her in. Wrists, ankles, knees, thighs and waist straps are secured in place. Her ass and pussy are in full view and her head rests primly on the padded chin rest. Her entire body, bound and accessible to my every desire. I stand back to admire her. She is my slave. She is my beautiful fuck toy. She is the love of my life. I cherish her and every moment of this.

I cup her face in my hands and ask in a hushed tone if she’s ready to submit herself to me in every way. She humbly nods that she is. My hands are shaking with desire as I reach for the red calfskin flogger, her very favorite. I whip her bottom with the knotted tails, first gently then with more force. Her body stiffens and jerks slightly under her restraints. She moans softly. A soft moan of initial pain followed by sublime pleasure from the slight sting of the pliable leather.

I recall our conversations on how this all began when she would tell me what her desires were. Nobody understood what those desires meant until I came into her life. The very things I always dreamed of were also her dreams. All the while I am recalling this, I’m leaving little pink marks of pure love across the soft perfumed skin of her back, buttocks and thighs. The sensation of being stung and caressed by the kid leather is leaving her breathless and me hard.

I stop whipping her long enough to pull on her braid and whisper gruffly in her ear. “You belong to me. I take what’s mine. You are mine, understood?” She whimpers a soft reply of “Yes, master.” Which pleases me very much. She is the perfect little slave.

I kiss the back of her neck and run my tongue along the fine hairs on the nape of her lovely neck. I whisper to her how excited she makes me. The way she reacts to my touch, to my words, to my whip. I love to take her to these dark chambers in her mind. The places no one else has ever dared to take her. I love how I make her whole body tremble in want. I use the flogger on her harder and faster now. Her body jerking against her restraints as tears spring from her beautiful eyes. “Tell me how much you want this my beautiful little slut.”

She cries out. “Please sir, please own me. Please let me give you şirinevler escort everything I have!” She sobs. “I’m ready to accept whatever you’re willing to give me! I belong to you and only you!”

I am so overwhelmed with her femininity and submissiveness that I’m compelled to kiss her, swirling my tongue inside her mouth tasting her sweet saliva mixed with mine. She tastes like heaven. Her lips soft and delicious. I reach between her legs and shove my fingers inside her wet, dripping pussy and fingerfuck her deep and hard. She moans in my mouth as I kiss her, while I push deeper inside her tight little cunt. My fingers are dripping with her aromatic juice as I shove them in her mouth and order her to suck them clean. She does so eagerly and thoroughly until they are completely licked clean of her sweet taste. Her soft doe-like eyes look up at me as I smile with pleasure at her willingness to seek my approval.

I whisper in her ear as I run my hands across the smooth hills and valleys of her luscious body. “You are part of my soul, only your heart knows what I need from you. My mind burns for you. Desire for you blocks out everything.” I grasp her face between my fingers and thumb and kiss her mouth once more. “When I take you I feel like a god taking his goddess.”

I lube an anal plug and liberally lube her ass. She sighs deeply and sucks her breath in as I slowly work it into her sweet puckered anus. She winces slightly with pain as I slowly push it into her tight little asshole until it pops into place and her muscles clamp around it. I tap on the plug to make sure it’s secure, she squirms and moans. I glide my mouth from her ample bottom all the way up her spine to her neck. My hungry lips on her soft fragrant skin. She smells like heaven. She tastes like ambrosia. Her sounds reminiscent of a contented kitten.

“That’s my pretty, dirty little fuck toy.” I coo to her as I stand back to admire her well stuffed bottom.

I walk slowly around her until I am standing in front of her. I roughly grab her braid in my hand and gruffly order her. “Suck my cock you little cunt.” She obediently opens her mouth and I smear my cockhead dripping with precum across her lovely full lips. She eagerly licks at them, savoring the taste of the glistening viscous brine.

“Taste me princess. Taste my desire for you.” I hiss. I pull her braid tighter and growl. “Open wide and take me in your mouth. All of me.” Through years of practice I’m proud to say that she is an expert at taking the entire length of me to my balls into her lovely throat with barely a gag as long as I feed it to her slowly.

Her mouth is warm and wet. She feels like heaven. My wife knows how to suck a cock. When I fuck her face she is trained to keep her eyes on my eyes. That gorgeous face glows with love for me and my love for her swells inside my chest as I fuck her mouth. She is lovely in every single way. The sounds of her slurping, licking and moaning as she sucks my cock are almost more than I can take. Her eyes focused on me as I push myself deep in her throat watching her face flush. Her eyes widen as a trail of saliva puddles on the leather bench beneath her. My balls resting on her chin as she waits for me to pull out again so she can catch her breath.

Mirrors surrounding the bench make it possible for me to see her at every angle. At this moment I am looking at her open and displayed stuffed ass, her dripping pussy while I experience the sensation of her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. There is no comparison to how the sights, sounds and sensations make me feel. Everything I see and feel is all mine, she’s all mine. My beloved concubine is now gently suckling on the tip of my cock to keep me from exploding güngören escort in her mouth. The sound is exhilarating. I abruptly pull out. Leaving her breathless. I stroke her face and tell her what a good little cocksucker she is, the best. “The pleasure is mine Sir.” She smiles demurely.

My cock is standing straight up, rock hard against my belly as I move over to our little chest of toys. I pull out a small set of suction cups and take them over to show her what I have for her. She’s never seen them before and I can tell she’s curious but she’s not allowed to ask me questions so she watches me carefully as I remove the nipple clamps from her breasts which are hanging down on either side of the bench. She winces slightly and sucks in her breath as I remove them and replace the clamps with the suction cups. I screw them down until they are sucking her nipples deep inside the see-through clear chambers. Her delicate pink nipples are now nearly an inch long. Her panting breaths tell me that the sensation is overwhelming. My cock aches to watch her reaction, her whimper as the nipples grow under the pressure of the suction cups.

Her hips are rocking against her restraints and the edge of the bench, trying to get some relief for her hungry little pussy. I walk behind her and hold up one last suction cup as she watches helplessly. I spread her labia, press against her vulva as I place the suction cup over the top of her pretty little clitoris. I twist it down pulling her pale pink clit up and away from its protective hood. She squeals as the sensation of having her clit sucked overtakes every nerve ending in her body. She is gasping for breath, grimacing. Juice is pouring from her pussy as I crank the suction cup a little tighter. Her contractions are making the little cup move magically by itself. I watch in an almost hypnotic state.

I insert a small powerful curved vibrator into her throbbing vagina, turn it on high and fuck her. She’s a squirter, so at this point she has drenched me with her cum. She has forgotten all about being demure as she screams and wails in a crashing, ear shattering orgasm.

“Yeah, that’s it baby!” I encourage her. “Let it all out for me! Give me everything!” She is jerking, gnashing, grinding her body beneath her restraints. She’s has commenced to speaking in tongues. Tears rolling down her face, saliva drooling down her chin. Her eyes rolled back in her head. My baby knows how to cum.

She suddenly screams “Fuck me! Spank me! Make me keep cumming like this! Please sir!” How can I turn down an orgasming goddess with an urge to keep cumming? I quickly pull out the vibrator shove my cock into her contracting pussy and start spanking her beautiful round ass with the palm of my hand. She is bucking, her ass bouncing, her vagina is nearly squeezing my cock to death. I’m not just fucking her, I am frenzy fucking her.

She sputters in between convulsions to cum in her ass. She doesn’t need to tell me again. I ease that butt plug out of her sweet little butthole and slide my cock inside of her before her little bung hole has a chance to close up completely. She tightens around my throbbing cock and I begin to fuck her so hard that the sawhorse is bouncing and jumping. Between the feelings, sights and sounds of what’s swirling around us, I am becoming overwhelmed. My balls are boiling over as I empty what seems like a gallon of sperm inside her lovely butt.

My sweaty, cum soaked body collapses in a heap over her sweaty, cum soaked body. We stay that way for a few long cherished moments until I muster enough strength in my legs to stand up and release her from the restraints. She is practically semi-conscience as I pick her up. Cradling her spent body in my arms, I carry her over to our warm soft bed and gently lay her down.

She mews and reaches her arms out to hold me. I hurriedly turn out the lights and climb wearily in between the covers beside her. Holding her close, I whisper. “Sweet blissful dreams my princess.” She wraps her arms around my neck and gushes. “I love you so much, my hero.”

Fade to black.

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The rain was falling hard and I knew it was going to be a slow day. Only five in the morning, I was already awake. This was normal for me as the director of development for a large home construction business. But when it rained like it was today, I didn’t rush to get to the construction site. Instead I rolled over and wrapped my arm around my still sleeping wife. Her alarm was due to go off in about an hour but I snuggled behind her anyway.

I was mildly surprised to find her sleeping naked. When we went to bed last night she was bundled in her warm PJ’s. I got in real tight behind her and nuzzled against her neck. Hell, if I was awake, why not see if I could wake her. I lightly caressed her arm and shoulder with my hand, and then moved down her side to her thigh. I slid my hand back up and rubbed her lower back before moving up to her shoulder. I then ran my fingers around her shoulder and over her breast and then back down her belly and over her hip.

I made this circuit several times while pressing my morning hardness against her ass. After several moments my wife murmured in her sleep and pressed her ass against me. I thought maybe my efforts were going to meet with success, so I kept up the efforts. On my next pass over her breasts, I felt her nipple harden and she let out a small moan as I ran my finger over the nipple of her other breast. This time I spent more time on her breasts since I knew they were very sensitive. I was also moving my hips to rub my dick up and down her ass crevice.

While I played with her nipples, I started to kiss her neck and ear. I moved my hand down her belly and through her short pubic hair. While she didn’t fully shave, she did keep it trimmed short. I than moved my hand over her hip and down her leg, continuing with my circuit till I was playing with her nipples. Again she moaned and pushed her ass against me.

“I have to go to work. Can’t this wait till later?”

“No. Besides, you still have about an hour.”

“Jerk. And I was having such a nice dream.”

I laughed lightly in her ear and continued my assault on her tits and ass. The next time I ran my hand over her mound I continued down to see if she’d open her legs. She kept her legs tight, so I made my way down her leg again and then back up. But instead of running my hand over her hip, I slid my finger tips past my cock and through the crack of her ass. My precum and already started to lube her ass some so I played with her ass a little before moving up her back.

“I can’t smell like sex while I’m teaching. I think the animals can smell it and it makes them crazy.” I knew her words were for show because she was grinding her ass against my hard cock. This time when I ran my fingers over her mound, she spread her legs enough to get a finger over her clit.

“Oh fuck. Stop that you pig. Let me sleep.” Again she pushed her ass against me and this time I rubbed her clit a little harder. Her legs spread further apart and I was able to slide my finger along her slit. Whatever was coming out of her mouth was for show. She was sopping wet already. I pulled my hips further back and adjusted my cock so that it would slide along her slit.

“Ugh. OK, if you’re going to ignore me, at least make it fast so I can shower first.”

“I’m going to take your ass, is that OK with you?”

“Mmmm Hmmm. That’s what my dream was about.”

Obviously she wasn’t going to protest anymore, so I rolled her over and moved on top of her. When we were face to face I said, “Good morning.”

She smiled back at me and said “Good morning to you.” We kissed for a while and the head of my dick slid along the outside of her pussy and pressed against her clit. I rotated my hips but didn’t push inside her yet. She loved being teased and feeling me as I was just about to enter her. I started to kiss down her body, but she wrapped her legs around me and with her feet pushed on my ass so that I entered her.

We both grunted as my hard cock entered her dripping pussy and I slid all the way into her. I moved my hips slightly while we kissed again. “My, you are worked up this morning.”

“I told you I was having a nice dream.” She smiled at me then said “OK, so it wasn’t quite so nice.”

“Tell me about it”, I said as I pushed into her again.

“Nothing special. Just some random sex dream.” I was thrusting in and out slowly, savoring the feel of her hot pussy wrapped around my hard cock. She made some whimpering sounds with each push in and held me tight so that only my hips were moving. “But I wasn’t kidding about taking that shower. So let’s pick it up a bit.”

I didn’t need to be asked again and started to fuck her fast and hard. We were both grunting with each stroke now as I picked up the pace. But I still wanted her ass, so I pulled out and pushed her legs to her chest.

“Hmmm. I was wondering when you were going to change. This is what the dream was about.”

I just smiled at her and aimed my cock at her ass. The head was pushing şişli escort against her small opening and with one big thrust I was inside her.

“Oh shit. That’s what I wanted. Now fuck my ass and fill it with your seed.” And that’s exactly what I did. My thighs were slapping against her ass while her hand toyed with her clit. Her head went back against the pillow and her mouth opened in a silent scream as I pounded into her ass repeatedly. Finally I felt my balls begin to tingle and I thrust a couple more times before I shot a huge load into her ass. When she felt my hot cum in her ass, she came as well. Her ass clamped around my cock and I watched as her juices flowed out of her cunt and down past my cock in her ass.

She was trying to stay quiet, but a few loud grunts came from her mouth. Her hips bucked against me a few times as I finished filling her ass with my cum. Finally we were both done and our mouths devoured each other. I was still buried in her ass, but was getting soft and I could feel my cum mix with hers as it poured out of her ass and onto the bed. We lay like that for a while as we caught our breath and then I rolled off of her. She rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I heard the shower run as I lay in bed, still trying to catch my breath. When she came out she had a towel wrapped around her body and one around her head.

“You better wash the sheets today. They could probably use it after this past weekend.”

“You got it. Anything else love?”

“Don’t you have work today?”

“Look out the window. You tell me.”

She looked and said “Guess not. I’ll make a honey-do list before I leave. Although I’m sure none of it will get done.” She gave me a kiss and went into the bathroom. When she came out she was dressed for work. “You stretched my ass out. I hope I don’t leave a mess in my seat.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” The only answer I got was her wet towel thrown at my head. But she was laughing at least. I got out of bed and pulled on some pants. “You want some coffee? And did you make lunch for yourself?”

“Coffee yes and lunch no. It’s early release and I’m meeting some of the girls for lunch.”

I’d forgotten about that. I headed down and started the coffee. I made enough for my wife and Cindy, our oldest. Cindy is a senior and high school and started each day with a cup. I had just started the maker when Cindy came down.

“Hey kiddo, ready for school?”

“Of course.” She was always ready for school. She was going to graduate at the top of her class and was already accepted to several universities. Cindy was also the spitting image of her mom. At 5’10 and 110, she had the same long red hair and green eyes as her mom. The only difference was that Cindy wasn’t as well developed as her mom, but if she took after her, she’d fill out during child birth. April, my wife, had gone from B cup to D cup when she was pregnant with Cindy and had never gone back down. And just like April, Cindy was a top athlete as well as student. The universities were knocking on her door with everything they could throw at her.

The next person down was Billy, the baby of the family. He also had the red hair and green eyes like mom, but that was where the similarities ended. He was built more like me, only bigger. At 6’2″ and 220 at only fifteen, he was going to be a beast. Billy was the starting quarterback for the varsity team and had already received several offers from top schools.

Last and not least was Tommy. Tommy is a junior in high school and is also a top athlete. Even though he’s a year older than Billy, he was a good four inches shorter. But he made up for it with wide shoulders and a barrel chest. He was the running back for the varsity team and with his baby brother handing him the ball was putting a real hurt on the other teams.

Finally April came into the kitchen and we ate breakfast together before everyone headed out. As April pulled out of the driveway with the kids in tow, I called my boss to see what he wanted. I checked the weather and found the forecast was for heavy rain all day.

“Hey Mike. What’s the deal?”

“Hey Frank. I’m calling off work for today. With this much rain all we’re going to do it tear up the land. Hopefully it’ll end early and we can move tomorrow, but I’m not real optimistic. Get caught up on your paperwork and we’ll check in later.”

“Sure thing Mike. Talk to ya later.”

Damn I hated paperwork. It’s the one thing I hated about my job. Two years ago I was running my own custom home company. After I blew my shoulder out playing college football, I hooked up with my uncle and his construction company. This was about fifteen years ago and I had all these great ideas to make the business go big time. But my uncle put everything on hold and made me move slowly. He wasn’t about to risk everything and wanted to remain small. I had other ideas, but couldn’t get him to budge.

******

My fatih escort life was going in a different direction until I hurt my shoulder. I was an all-American football player and was predicted as going high in the draft that next April. Then in my next to last game I made a huge hit. Unfortunately, it tore just about everything in my shoulder and my career was done. My dad was smart and had taken insurance on me, so I received a nice settlement. Cindy had already been born, so I quickly pushed football out of my life and finished college with a business degree.

So working for my uncle was going to be my big break. Of course he’d listen to his college educated nephew and we’d take the company big. For almost ten years I kept telling myself that. But he never budged, even while the housing market was booming. I had become frustrated with it all, especially since I was the dad of three kids now and wanted to start making some real money.

It finally hit me as I was driving to my monthly poker game. I knew the county was planning on expanding the local two lane country road to a six lane super highway. Being a football star in a small town had its advantages. I had just passed a large piece of land that had been for sale for what seemed like forever. The next day I called the number on the sign and made an appointment to see the property. I played like I was barely interested and left only after a short time.

When I got back to the office, I had my sales pitch ready for my uncle. With the new highway coming and the land going for so cheap, we could make a killing. It took two months to finally convince him to come take a look. He went out by himself so that the company handling the deal wouldn’t think we were truly interested. When my uncle came back he called me into the office and asked my plan. It took another week to convince him, but the following day we went to the bank to see about a loan. When the bank approved the loan we made an offer on the land and they accepted without even haggling. I guess they were just happy to be rid of it.

After six months of land development, we had our first two spec houses under construction. One day I was inspecting how things were going when a large beamer pulled up to the house next door. A well dressed couple stepped out of the car and headed into the house. I made my way over to them and introduced myself. The man asked if I was the builder and I told him I was. I took him on a tour and pointed out several of the ideas I had for what we’d do. He in turn asked me about some changes and I told him they’d be possible. I gave him my card and the following day he was in the office reviewing the plans for the house. By dinner, we had a handshake deal in place.

That turned out to be our first sale and six months later we had deals on half the lots. When construction on the highway started three months later we had only two lots available and were now buying more land in the area. We’d hit it big time, but still kept things in perspective. Once we were finished with one community, we started the next. Two years later my uncle retired and sold me his share of the business. Then two years after that I was made an offer I couldn’t resist. It set me up for the rest of my life and I would be able to retire at the age of thirty three.

A national company was interested in buying my small company. By this time I had a feeling the economy was going to slow. I’d talked about selling the company with my uncle and April and they both agreed. April was still teaching, but only because she loved it. We didn’t need the money. So we accepted the offer and I started my early retirement.

Three months later I got a call from Mike. He was the district supervisor for the company. “Frank, we need you. I’ve been authorized to give you whatever you want.”

“Define anything.”

“Car, money, your own boss. Let’s meet for lunch and I’ll explain.”

I didn’t see a problem with that so I’d accepted. He took me to one of the best steak houses in the area, so I knew I was in for a doozy of a lunch.

“Good to see you Frank. How’s April and the kids?”

“Great Mike. How about your family?” I’d never actually met his family, but knew he was married.

“There good. But that’s not why I invited you here. It seems that you’re a really well-liked guy around here and we need your help.”

“What kind of help?”

“We need you to supervise your old projects and then manage new ones in the area.”

Something was up and I wanted to find out exactly what. “Why? I left you with very competent crews.”

“Because the people buying the homes want them from you. Not us. We’ve had almost half of our buyer back out since you sold the company and a lot more considering.” Boy, he wasn’t playing. He didn’t even hide the fact they needed me. I’d heard some rumors, but didn’t know it was that bad.

“And if I take your offer?”

“You get salary, plus commission, plus a company avcılar escort car and you call the shots.”

I was pretty shocked. “So, you’re giving me the company back?”

“Not really. In a way it’s temporary. As soon as the current projects are done you’ll be back to retirement. But I have to warn you, it’s not the same as you left us. There have been changes to each community.”

I had only two projects running when I sold, so knew it couldn’t be too bad. “Tell me about them.”

“It will be easier if we go back to the office and I show you. Let’s just enjoy lunch and then I’ll ruin your day.”

So that’s what happened. When I got back to the office Mike showed me the new projects. Instead of two small communities, they turned it into two super communities. The company had already owned the land around what I had and just absorbed my projects into their larger ones. What I was looking at was at least ten years worth of work. And only if the market stayed hot that long.

At dinner I discussed it with April and she didn’t even hesitate. “Take it. You’re bored out of your mind in retirement. It’s pretty much the same thing you’ve been doing, but now without the responsibility of ownership. So I did. When it was announced I’d be back, most of the people that had backed out came back. So for the past two years I was now working as my own boss without the headaches of accounting. As long as I met projections and kept costs low, I was golden. I set sales records each of my first two years but then the economy crashed and things slowed. But I had prepared myself and was ready for things. While most of the company burned, my small division still made money and met projections.

******

It was just after lunchtime when I heard the doorbell. Probably a solicitor. I hated solicitors, but answered the door anyway. There was a police officer standing there in his rain poncho with another man in a suit.

“Mr. Starling?” the man in the suit said.

“Yes.”

“I’m detective Oliver with the sheriff’s office. Is anyone else at home right now?”

“No, I’m alone. What’s this about?” I was getting a knot in my stomach. I couldn’t imagine what they were here for, but I had a bad feeling about it.

“Sir is it OK if we step inside. I promise this isn’t about any crime committed.”

“Umm, sure. Come on in.”

“Thank you.” We stepped into the foyer and the office in the poncho looked around briefly. It was an odd sort of look. Kind of like he was making himself familiar with something.

“Mr. Starling is your wife’s name April Starling?”

“Yes, sir.” That know just got a lot bigger and I felt like I was going to get sick.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but Mrs. Starling was killed in an auto accident about an hour ago.” He just stood there waiting for it to sink in. But it didn’t take right away.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“Sir, your wife was killed in an auto accident. As far as we can tell, another driver ran a red light and plowed into your wife’s vehicle. She was dead at the scene.” The detective’s eyes were sincerely sad at what he had just told me.

I felt my legs start to go weak and the officer took my arm and led me over to the couch in the living room.

“Sir, is there someone we can call that can help you out? Family or friends? How about kids?”

I just stared at him speechless. April was dead? No way. Probably some bad joke because of this morning. It had to be. But when I looked at the detective he didn’t look like he was joking. Suddenly it struck and I just sank to the floor. I had just realized my whole life had fallen apart and I didn’t know what to do.

To this day I still have no idea what happened next. There are just fleeting memories of that first month after April’s death, but nothing I could ever swear. I barely remember the funeral, but everyone says my speech brought everyone to tears. Even my own dad says he cried like a newborn. And this is a man that didn’t even flinch when someone shot a nail into his foot. Just pulled the damn thing out, wrapped his foot and kept working.

Memories started to clear up after the first month or so. But it wasn’t by choice, but by necessity. I got a call from the school that Cindy was having a tough time and the boys had been in several fights. Damn, it was more than just me that was affected. So I dragged myself up by my ass and got my act together. The first thing I did was schedule therapy for all of us. That first session was the worst. Surprisingly, the overwhelming emotion was anger. Anger at my wife and the mother of my kids leaving us. Anger at the person who had taken April from us. Anger at everyone. But once we got passed that it was all about the sadness.

April was gone but we had to move on without her. We had met in grade school and started dating as sophomores in high school. She followed me to college when I got a full ride. Junior year she announced she was pregnant with Cindy. It wasn’t much of a decision. We knew we’d be married some day. This just sped up that decision. Both of our parents helped us out those first few years, especially after I blew up my shoulder. The money from the insurance helped a lot and working for my uncle even more.

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It had been three months although it had felt like 3 years. Beth lived six hours away. She may as well have been on the moon, no more often than Alan had been able to visit with her.

He was finally able to get a couple days off in a row and was on his way to her. It was getting dark and Beth would likely be asleep when he finally got there. That’s ok she liked how he woke her anyway.

In the seat beside him was a single rose. As lovely as that flower was it could never approach how beautiful his Beth was. And would always be.

He pulled into the parking area of her apartment complex, grabbed the rose and headed to her door. There was always an increase in his heart rate, and now was no different. He reached her door and took the spare key from under the mat. With a quick thank you to the heavens for aligning in such a way he unlocked the door and entered her apartment.

She wasn’t in the living room, so he quietly slipped his shoes off, laid his jacket on a chair and tiptoed to her bedroom.

There in the moonlight laid the most beautiful woman he had ever known. esenler escort She was covered in just a sheet and one lovely leg stuck out from under it. He took the rose and gently glided it up the bare leg.

She shifted…was she waking already? No. But the sheet had fallen away. She was naked beneath it.

He replaced the gentle touch of the rose with feather light kisses. From her knees, up her inner thighs he made a trail to where his lips and tongue wanted to be.

As he kissed his way to her vulva she gently awoke. She stayed motionless, breathlessly awaiting his kiss to her hottest, most tender area.

Finally his tongue found it’s target. It rested gently on her swelling clit. Slowly he moved his tongue in small circles around it. Then his tongue slid down and teased her labia. Then back up to her clit. As he again teased it, he gently slid one finger between her labia. He pressed down harder with his tongue, pressing her clit against her pelvic bone, all the while his finger slid in and out of her dampening atakent escort vagina.

As he did this a second finger made its way to her opening. It was getting wet with her juices. After it was sufficiently lubricated, he placed the tip of it against her anus. With a hitch of breath and a raising of her hips, the second finger found its way home.

He took her clit between his lips and began sucking on it, like he would later on her nipples. While his fingers continued moving in and out of her, he took her clit between his teeth and gently started nibbling on it, while the tip of his tongue teased the tip of it.

As her orgasm approached he took his attention away from her clit. He wanted to taste her when she came. There was no bigger intoxicant than Beth’s juices. The finger that was sliding between her labia joined its friend in her anus. And his tongue slid all the way inside her. tasting her juices. He moved his tongue in and out of her, his nose tapping her clit as he drove his tongue deeper. She awarded his beykent escort effort by cumming on his tongue. He allowed some of the juices to run onto her thighs. Only to lick her thighs clean.

She rolled him on his back and undressed him. Then she placed her vaginal opening onto the head of his hard cock. With one downward thrust she impaled herself on it. As they established their rhythm, he craned his head and took her nipples between his lips. His hand ran up and down her back. Her hands fell to his chest.

When she felt his orgasm getting closer, she slid off his cock and got on her hands and knees. He got behind her and slid his cock back in from behind. As they again caught the rhythm, he slid one saliva soaked finger into her anus. He massaged his cock through the thin membrane between her two hot holes. She gripped his shaft with her strong muscles. His lack of recent lovemaking combined with her powerful muscles was making it close to impossible to hold back his orgasm. He grabbed her hips and drove his cock into her as hard and fast as he could.

They came together in a chorus of moans and a flood of body fluid. He couldn’t remember ever having came that hard in his life. She felt each jet of his semen splash inside her. They collapsed on her bed. Kissed for the first time and told each other “I Love You.”

With a day and a half ahead of them, there would surely be more lovemaking…

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New Year’s Eve had finally arrived. Janice greeted Kendra at the front door. She was carrying her hair and makeup supplies as well as her dress bag.

“Whoa. Those stairs!” Kendra exclaimed, out of breath. “Your booty’s gonna be poppin’ after a few months of going up and down them bitches.”

She set down her supplies, looking towards Matt’s open bedroom door. “Is he here?” Kendra asked.

Janice shook her head. “No, I haven’t seen him today. He had to go in to work to help get everything ready for Japan.”

Kendra nodded. Janice had already told her about Matt’s work trip yesterday. “Well, I got some news for him!”

“For Matt? About what?” asked Janice.

Kendra gave Janice a grave look. “Girl… ” she shook her head in shame. “That skinny bitch, Pam is a fucking snake! Lil’ ho already got a fiancé!” she whispered as she took out a white envelope stuffed with folded pages from her purse. “I got the proof right here. The poor dude is some truck driver named Daryl.”

Janice gasped. “Are you for real?!”

“Yep. I got online and found her ass out.” Kendra said proudly. “She can’t cover her tracks for shit!”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I thought I’d slip this lil’ bombshell under Matt’s door right before we leave and then… we’ll let the chips fall where they may.” Kendra said fanning herself with the white envelope.

Janice furrowed her brow in sympathy for her friend. “Poor Matty…” she said softly.

“Uhh. Excuse me. I’m doin’ him a favor!” Kendra crossed her arms, defiantly regarding Janice.

“Oh, no. I agree with you. It’s just… he’s been through so much lately! I mean, between finding out about his trip, and now this doozy and there was last ni-” Janice stopped herself abruptly from finishing the sentence, much too late. She put a hand over her mouth.

Kendra’s eyes narrowed on Janice’s suspiciously. “What happened last night?”

Janice squirmed, avoiding eye contact with her friend. “Well… see… Matt and I… uhhm…”

“…Fucked!?” exclaimed Kendra excitedly.

“No!” she insisted.

Reluctantly, Janice confessed the events of last night to Kendra; the way she and Matt had crossed the line on the couch and then the compromise in Matt’s bedroom.

“Damn…” was Kendra’s only response at the end of Janice’s tale. She shook her head, then she looked into Janice’s eyes.

“First of all:” Kendra began. “…You lucky bitch. Second of all: …what the fuck?! I’m over here resortin’ to blackmail for a chance at that dick. All I had to do was that?! Fucked up!”

Janice straightened her back. “Well, not anymore. That was just a one time thing.”

“Mmm hmm” Kendra replied dismissively. “We’ll see…”

Janice raised her chin in stubborn resolve to Kendra as as she gathered their beauty supplies and began making her way to the bathroom to prepare for the party.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The girls helped each other do up their hair and apply their makeup. It was practically time for the ladies to depart by the time Matt finally returned home through the front door.

“Damn, I barely have enough time to get ready for Pamela!” he thought anxiously unbuttoning his work jacket. “The last time we spoke, she said she’d try to be here around 10… that only gives me two hours.”

At that moment, Janice’s bedroom door opened and in strolled Janice and Kendra, freshly dressed and made up for their party.

“Oh! Hello, handsome!” cooed Kendra.

Matt was shocked to a standstill. He didn’t know where to let his eyes land first. The two women were simply stunning. Janice’s styled hair and sparkling earrings lent themselves to a picture of pure elegance in her blue dress. While Kendra’s long, raven black curls, blood red lipstick and her ridiculously tight sliver of a purple dress emitted a vibe of pure, unadulterated sexiness.

Kendra strode forward to Matt with a seductive smile. Her enormous chocolate colored tits quaked within in her dress, dangerously with every step. It was a miracle she was still contained after even such a short traversal across the floor.

“So? What do you think?” said Kendra standing before Matt, giving him a model’s twirl to allow him a glance of her incredible ass.

“H- Holy shit you two!!” Matt managed to utter. “You both look absolutely gorgeous!!”

Janice blushed at Matt’s glowing expression. “Thank you, Matt!” She turned to Kendra. “Our ride is just a few minutes away. Maybe we should go-“

Just then a knock on the front door startled all three.

“So… who would that be?” Kendra pondered, confused.

Matt stepped forward opened the door. To his complete surprise, there stood Pamela, wearing a red dress and heels. She had an expectant smile on her face.

“Pamela!” Matt gasped. “You’re early!”

“What do you mean ‘early’? I’m…”

He watched her smile begin to fade when her eyes fell upon Janice and Kendra looking surprised over his shoulder.

“What… the… fuck.” Pamela şirinevler escort slowly growled. “I knew it!…I fucking knew you were too good to be true! You’re a cheating bastard just like every guy on the planet!!”

Matt blinked. “Wha-What are you talking about?”

Pamela gasped at Matt, she was furious. “You’re going to really try to sit there and deny it when you have… not one, but TWO hookers standing right behind you!!?”

Kendra, Janice and Matt all bristled at once. “Oh. No you did not, bitch!” growled Kendra stepping forward.

“Whoa!” Matt spread his arms to block Kendra’s advancement. “Pam! These are my friends! I can’t have you calling them that!!”

“You really think I’m that stupid?” shouted Pamela. “Just look at their clothes and their giant fake clown tits! Is that what you want, Matt?! Some circus freak bitches?!”

Matt heard Janice and Kendra both gasp. “That’s it!” Kendra shouted.

He braced himself, expecting to have to pull both women off of Pam. A moment passed. Matt glanced behind his shoulder to see Kendra standing with a devilish grin on her face. She held a large white envelope in her hand.

“You have got some fuckin’ nerve, cunt.” Kendra said to Pam coolly. “You? Pamela Lynn Jacobs? Calling HIM a cheater?! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”

Pamela’s furious redness in her cheeks faded quickly, becoming pale.

Kendra fanned herself with the envelope. “Yeah… you’re quick. I’ll give you that. You know I got proof right here, don’t ya?. So… You wanna tell him? Or should I?”

Matt could guess what the ‘proof’ was pertaining to. The time had come.

Matt sighed. “Yeah… Daryl, right?”

All three women gasped in surprise. “You knew?!” Janice said in shock.

“M-Matt!” Pamela sputtered. “I- I’m sorry. I-“

“DON’T!” Matt shouted. It was the first time all three had heard Matt raise his voice, ever. Pam was stunned silent.

“Don’t… apologize to me…” he stepped aside. “Apologize to my friends.”

Pamela sniffled, tears were forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. she said softly, looking each woman in the eyes.

“Alright… Now, just…. go.” Matt said stepping back and putting his hand on the door. “Go… do you, Pam. Just leave me alone… I don’t want to have to talk to Daryl and… it looks like you don’t want that either.”

Pamela’s makeup was running. She shook her head ‘no’.

“Ok…” Matt glanced over his shoulder to Janice and Kendra. “Wave bye to Pam!”

The two women smiled and waved. Kendra couldn’t help herself, she turned her wave into a middle finger. Matt then unceremoniously closed the door in Pamela’s face.

“…AND ALL THESE TITTIES ARE REAL!!” Kendra shouted at the closed door.

Janice sighed, sorrowfully reaching out to embrace Matt. “Oh… my god, I’m so so sorry, honey.”

Matt hugged her politely. Janice noticed right away how he held himself back from giving her his usual full embrace.

“We shouldn’t leave you alone here, Matty!” Janice wrung her hands, worried.

“Don’t you even think about skipping your party over this. I’ll be fine. Believe me. Go have fun!” insisted Matt.

Kendra was unscrewing a bottle of tequila. “Ok, then. But, before we go- we got time for one last shot together before our ride gets here!”

“I’m in!” exclaimed Janice.

“Me too.” smiled Matt.

The shots were poured and the glasses clinked together. “To new beginnings! Happy New Year, bitches!” shouted Kendra joyfully.

The trio whooped in celebration and slung the liquor back together.

Just then Janice’s phone signaled that the driver had arrived. “That’s us, girl… Oh, Matty!…” she pouted as she reached out again for a hug goodbye. Matt tried to give Janice another polite hug, but she grabbed him and pressed herself against him hard.

“I know what I said last night…” she whispered softly in his ear. “but… This is for standing up for me and Kendra.”

Janice took Matt’s face in her hands and pressed her lips to his in a full lingering kiss.

“Ok! I see what’s happening!” said Kendra as the two released their embrace. She walked in between them to face Matt. In her heels Matt had to look up at her. “My turn.” she growled as she pressed her luscious body against him.

Kendra lowered her full lips to his and gave Matt a sensual French kiss, slow and wet. Matt’s eyes flew open when he felt her hand grab his thickening shaft. “I’ll be back later tonight…” she cooed softly. “Maybe by then you’ll be ready to finally give me this big, fat cock.”

Upon hearing her words, Matt suddenly realized he was actually free to do just that. The smile that crept onto his face involuntarily must have conveyed his answer just fine.

Kendra gave his dick a final squeeze and a wink, before following Janice to the front door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Janice and Kendra could hear the music bumping in the elevator as it ascended. Approaching the top floor, the bass beat thumped louder and louder, until topkapı escort finally the doors slid open and the full volume of the music blew the girls hair back.

The New Year’s Eve event was a breathtaking spectacle. Janice and Kendra stepped out in to the party with their mouths agape, taking in the brilliant, sparkling decorations, the delicious looking spread of food, the lights spinning a multicolored display and the room crowded with elegantly dressed people.

“This company knows how to party, huh?” shouted Janice, barely able to hear her own voice above the din.

Just as amazed as the two women, heads turned to gawk at Janice and Kendra in their dresses as they strode forward into foray.

“My goodness! Miss Paige! Miss Jefferson! You look absolutely stunning!” exclaimed Mr. Woodward, the charming 70 something company vice-president. The man stepped forward, holding a martini glass to greet them amid the crowd. “Welcome! Welcome, my dears! Have a good time!”

“Thank you, sir!” the girls shouted in unison.

Mr. Woodward shooed their formality away like a cloud of gnats.

“Please!” the aged man pleaded. “Tonight, call me Dabney. Now, go get yourselves a drink for goodness sake!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the far corner of the room Fransisco sweated at the sight of Kendra and Janice in their dresses. He had always drooled over Kendra’s gorgeous cleavage in the lunch line, but the dress she wore tonight revealed more than Fransisco had ever dreamed. His heart raced watching her breasts bouncing wildly in her garb as she walked towards the bar.

Fransisco’s eyes darted around the room to make sure no one was watching him. Then, his trembling hand reached into his pocket and pulled out his camera phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two women were served their cocktails at the bar and walked to the small tables near the dance floor.

“Well, well! Look who made it!” a voice exclaimed as they took a seat. Hank from Payroll approached, gyrating his hips almost to the beat. He wore a lime green, long sleeved buttoned shirt and a brown tie with a white stain.

Kendra rolled her eyes as he stood before them leering, “What the fuck?…” she cursed under her breath.

“God damn! Glad I jerked off before you two got here!” Hank thrust his pelvis to the beat, awkwardly.

The girls’ faces both soured into a look of complete disgust.

“Still need that DD I hope.” Hank sidled close to Janice, draping an arm over her bare shoulder. Janice’s skin crawled in his presence. Her revulsion broke through her default politeness. She turned her head away from him, silently pleading for Kendra to take action.

To her relief, Kendra barked at him loudly. “No! We don’t need no goddam DD! We just got here! Go on and carry your creepy ass!!”

Hank took a step back, alarmed. He held his hands up and backed away. “My bad. My bad. I’ll catch you later.”

Kendra shook her head watching Hank disappear into the crowd.

“Jesus! Fuck! Alright… Let’s cheers to start this night right, ok?” she said to Janice who was shaking off Hank’s unpleasant vibe.

“Ok!” smiled Janice holding her glass aloft.

Kendra clinked her drink to her friend’s “To a night we’ll never forget!!”

“Cheers!” the two women turned their glasses up and took a long drink of their delicious cocktails.

“STOOOOP!!” they heard a man shouting. Janice shrieked as a hand slapped the cocktail glass from her grasp, shattering it onto the floor.

“Franny!! What the fuck!?” shouted Kendra.

Fransisco panted from sprinting across the room. “Mira! Mira! Look!” He held out his phone screen, pointing to the image.

An attendant quickly swept the broken glass away. Kendra bent down to look at Fransisco’s phone screen. It was a burst of several photos taken at high speed. Her eyes widened when she saw a close up shot of her own colossal tits straining her dress.

“Franny? …What am I looking at here?” Kendra said, confused and growing nervous.

“I am sorry… please forgive me… but, LOOK!!” insisted Fransisco, zooming in to the corner of the frame.

In the background of the image, Janice’s arm holding her drink aloft could be seen. As the pictures flipped forward, the girls could see a lime green sleeve draped over Janice’s shoulder. It was Hank’s… and his hand was pouring the powdered contents of a small glass vial into Janice’s drink.

Janice gasped in terror. “Call Matty!! …Right now!!”

Kendra quickly dug in her purse for her phone.

“I thought I heard glass break over here. Is everything ok?” asked Dabny walking over to the table.

Janice’s panicked eyes urgently looked into his. “I-I’ve been drugged! It… it was Hank!” Janice’s shaking voice said. “…Show him, Fransisco!”

Fransisco gulped and brought his phone forward. The vice-president gasped at the full screen images of Kendra’s bust.

“What is this? Why did you take this photo?” the old man snapped at Fransisco.

“I asked çapa escort him to!” shouted Kendra holding her phone as it rang Matt’s number. Her mind raced, thinking of an excuse to save Fransisco. “Uhhm, yeah. I wanted pictures of me in my dress! Uh… uh… We’ll… just have to work on your framing a little, Franny, hmm?”

“That’s not the important part!” Janice interrupted. “Go on, Franny. Show him what you showed us.”

Fransisco zoomed to the quadrant on his screen and flipped through the progression of photos. Mr. Woodward paled and looked urgently at Janice.

“Young lady, we must get you to the hospital!” said the concerned man.

“Matt’s on his way!” shouted Kendra urgently as she hung up her phone.

Janice breathed a sigh of relief. “Someone I trust is coming to get me right now.”

From across the crowded room Hank watched the scene unfold with a look of dread. He stayed out of sight from Janice’s table. Taking his coat, he quietly slipped out the exit and disappeared into the night before anyone spotted him.

Kendra held Janice’s hand concerned. “Don’t worry, honey. Matt’s gonna be here real soon.”

Janice felt her equilibrium starting to loosen as the room began to move nauseatingly. “Oh god… it’s started! Matty! Please hurry!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Matt flew through another red light, leaving blaring car horns behind him in the distance.

The call had been brief, but terrifying: “Matt!” shouted Kendra’s voice over the phone. “Janice needs you! It’s serious! HURRY!!”

After assuring Kendra that he was on his way, Matt sprinted down the stairs to his car.

The luxury hotel hosting the party was luckily a short distance away, in the downtown district. Matt’s car wound hastily through traffic in complete disregard of any consequence other than the dire prospect of arriving too late to save Janice from her unknown assailant.

Matt’s car skidded to a stop right in front of the lobby doors, sending valet attendants ducking behind pillars, and ran, full out, to the elevators.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ken- Kendra…” Janice whimpered, afraid. “I don’t feel right…”

Kendra’s mouth moved in response, but Janice couldn’t hear her words anymore, only a humming buzz sound growing louder and louder in her head.

Waves of dark shadows swam over her vision. The room lurched in an uncontrollable spin. Janice could feel herself falling out of her chair.

She tipped over and slid off the seat… only to find herself floating.

“I got you, home girl.” she heard Matt’s voice say softly in her ear before darkness enveloped her completely.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kendra, wearing her long winter coat over her skimpy dress, followed Matt into the Emergency Room lobby. In his arms, Janice’s limp body lay completely dormant except for her soft breathing.

She was admitted right away and before long was being rolled away on a stretcher behind closed doors.

Matt and Kendra kept each other anxious company waiting for a word from the doctors. She explained to Matt the entire series of events at the party over and over.

“That Hank fuck is gonna burn for this! I promise you that!” Kendra spat, furiously.

Finally, the nurse came forward and let them know that they had pumped Janice’s stomach and had given her a sedative and some anti nausea medication for when she wakes up. They were discharging Janice into Matt and Kendra’s care despite her still being out cold.

“She simply needs to sleep off the residual effects of the drug. The sedative we administered ought to keep her quiet until morning.” said the nurse as they wheeled Janice towards Matt’s car.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kendra ran ahead up the stairs to the apartment and unlocked the front door. Matt’s forehead beaded with sweat carrying Janice’s full weight up the three flights of stairs.

He was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief only after he laid Janice gently down on her bed.

“Phew! What a night!” Matt exclaimed, stretching his back as he stood up straight.

Kendra approached Matt with open arms to embrace him. Without her heels she was only a little shorter than him. A wave of relaxation washed over Matt, feeling Kendra’s supple soft curves splay themselves against his body.

“Janice is lucky to have you. You saved her ass, you know.” Kendra resting her head on his shoulder.

Just then, loud popping sounds were heard coming from outside. Matt opened Janice’s balcony door to reveal a fireworks display in the sky, blooming over the tree line miles away, signaling the start of a brand new year.

Kendra stood beside him on the balcony. The two wrapped their arms around each other’s waist, watching the beautiful colors light up the skyline.

“Well, it’s official. Happy New Year, Kendra.”

“Isn’t it tradition to kiss at the stroke of midnight?” she said softly, smiling.

Matt returned her smile and brought his face close to hers. Their lips met with a small kiss. Kendra and Matt’s eyes met, she leaned in for another and then another in a series of small kisses, each one growing longer and more intense. He felt her hands slide over his and slowly guide them to her plump, full ass cheeks. Matt became aware that her skirt was raising and Matt took the opportunity to knead her smooth bare skin.

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The girl struggled along a pathway threading across the lower slope of the cliff up to where the clan lived in caves; she had waited for the pre-dawn sky to lighten before attempting the path, even now the sky gave barely enough illumination and she picked her way carefully, not wishing to stumble, not wanting to alert the Leader to her return. She stopped momentarily, listening, head cocked in the direction of a sound from behind her, from the valley floor, deciding the noise was nothing to fear, animals foraging, probably picking through the remains of the meat the hunter had brought for her while she’d been exiled from the settlement. She listened to the distant cries of other beasts greeting the day casting her eyes in the half-light across the grey shadowed tree crowns where leathery winged creatures raucously cawed and swooped above roosting sites.

She moved forward once more along the path shifting the balance of the child she carried, he slept at last, worn down by the hunger that had him whimpering pitifully in the darkness of the night. She held him close through the night cushioned to her breast knowing he’d find little or nothing to sustain, maybe comfort was all she could offer; now she glanced down at him fearful for his life, the clan found no room for the weak and sickly, allowed no time to attend the ill, sentiment was a sparser commodity than food itself. Several times their Leader had looked at her disapprovingly, questioning with his stance and glare the time she spent nursing the sickly boy instead of working for the group’s survival.

‘He’s your Son.’ She thought, ‘Don’t you care if he lives or dies?’

Clan policy was harsh and only concerned with survival; the weak, the injured, and the elderly had no practical value and were cast-off to perish. The elderly and the injured understood the necessity of the rule and usually removed themselves voluntarily from the caves to end their life amongst the beasts and scavengers on the valley floor – they rarely survived long. For a mother to abandon her sickly child to the wild beasts was quite another matter, few mother’s could make the sacrifice willingly; the Leader was the arbiter, his word final, to disobey would cast the mother to share the same fate as her child.

The clan with whom she lived had settled in cliff face caves fronted by a broad flat rock strewn apron, the apron edge plunged one hundred metres down to the plain and the mountain soared dizzyingly above their home, it was safe, defendable against raiding clans and beasts, the only disadvantage was the need to descend into the valley for food and water, a time penalty that stole even a moments respite from the daily toil for survival.

Few rules governed the clan, each new leader choosing his way, imposing by force for a few seasons before a younger, stronger male challenged and took up the mantle; by custom the pretender took possession of the defeated males woman, often choosing a second younger woman to help ward off the cold night air. That had been her fate. She been in the wrong place at the wrong time wandering too far from her family clan looking for early season fruiting berries and finding herself surrounded in a pig hunt, the pig forgotten in the excitement of finding a female without the need to resort to battle. The clan Leader claimed her – the spoils of the hunt were his to despoil.

As she slowly climbed the path, her mind ticked off the annual rains that marked the seasons. ‘Five,’ she counted, ‘not more’. In those seasons she had borne the Leader three children, this one in its second season and unlikely to see a third. She felt old and in the feeling of her weariness she recognised the briefest of glimpses of the smell and the image of her own mother; too many seasons blurred by birthing to recall her mother in detail, yet still she knew her own life, her own span of seasons, did not equal the total of the digits on her hands and on her feet.

She walked on unsure of the reception she’d receive, resigned to a beating at the very least for returning with the child, possibly cast out to fend for herself; a death sentence, there was no survival as an individual. She was no longer afraid – the young hunter had given her hope, so very different from when she had fled the settlement a few days earlier…

– – # – –

She had woken in the night, a pain clutching at her inside like fire and ice and had bitten on her lip so as not to scream out as another spasm of pain cut through her body. Slowly dragging herself from the sleeping skins, pulling the infant with her, taking care not to wake either the child or the Leader who lay grunting in sleep against the ample bodied warmth of his first woman, she stole down the mountain path to the bleeding camp where the women stayed for a few days each month less the shame of their bleeding bring dishonour on the clan – or so the Leader claimed.

The bleeding camp, a hundred metres or so from where the path up to the settlement met the valley floor, halkalı escort was in the lee of a small crescent of rocks enclosing a clearing in which a fire could burn shielded from all but the most inquisitive eyes. She had been terrified when first dragged to the camp by the Leader’s woman. She hadn’t understood the different way of things in this clan. She thought she was being expelled from the clan, to be left for the beasts to fight over until she found herself thrust with a curse, and the routine beating of a staff across her shoulders, into the company of two other women resting in the shade of the rocks, they were almost kind to her, in spite of her outsider status.

The place scared her, the bleeding camp – not the bleeding, she had long since grown to accept the inevitability of staining with the cycles of the moon; her own staining had begun seasons before she’d been captured by this clan. She remembered a time before her capture, before the birthing of her children, when she could feel changes, sensations in her body in the days before staining commenced and she would seek out the moon in the night sky, check its shape, remind herself this was just the natural cycle of things, it was as natural as the rains that marked each season. Now her life was too demanding to have the luxury of feeling the subtle changes inside of her, she felt subtlety had been swamped by the children that had grown in her body, the long months of growing and the pain of their birth had somehow dulled her capacity to feel within her body, though she felt with her heart, more so for this sick child than her first born; an empathy not just of motherhood but of being on borrowed time, surviving at the whim of others.

What scared her about the bleeding camp was the scavengers, the beasts of the night, she could smell their fetid breathe on the night air, she could hear them marauding nearby, baying over remains, padding around the camp, wise enough to keep out of the flickering light cast by the flames from the fire, rarely hungry enough to venture near. Everyone in the clan knew that occasionally a women never returned from the bleeding camp, it was impossible to know whether they’d been taken by animals or by another tribe, simply knowing they’d disappeared was unsettling enough. She didn’t know what she feared most, to be swollen with child, or to bleed and stay some days at the camp terrified the fire would fail and an animal would carry her away. That was before this last season.

During the last season she had been a regular visitor to the camp, each moon cycle brought her and the infant to the camp, an entire season without a child growing inside her. She grew less fearful with each visit, relished the time with her son, rarely entirely alone, nearly always one or two other women who would take charge of the child, give her time to rest, recover her strength, or take her turn at gathering and preparing food. It was curious, she thought, how in the bleeding camp the women shared compassion, such caring between women would be met by a beating at the settlement. She began to look forward to her visits and the short time it allowed for her to be alone with her son away from the disdainful and reproachful glances of the Leaders woman and away from the routine beatings she incurred for imagined failings dreamt up to spite. Then she missed a staining, and another; her heart sunk, she didn’t want another child, not yet, not while this one remained so weak.

When she crawled away from the sleeping skins with a pain clawing at her inside, she knew something was different. She had felt the familiarity of change growing within her body, a child growing from seed, but she had never felt pain like this. She reached the sanctuary of the bleeding camp and slumped against the rocks settling the infant alongside her, oblivious to his cry’s, pulling an old and dirty sleeping hide around her, her body curled, cramped in pain, a cold prickly heat of perspiration dampening her body as the barely formed foetus aborted. She lay waiting for the pain in her body to subside and her strength to recover, all the while cradling the child, exhausted beyond hearing his plaintive mews, aware she should move to the stream, cleanse the child and her own body, lacking strength to make food, to maintain the fire.

The first night she watched the fire burn low, lacked the energy or even the desire to gather fuel and closed her eyes, waiting for an animal to take her, knowing they were there, watching, waiting, she can smell them on the breeze, hear them brushing through the vegetation. She was surprised to find herself alive next morning, someone had rebuilt the fire, left some fruits within reach. She ate hungrily, brushing away the dirt and insects, too hungry and too tired to be bothered with washing the food or herself. She dozed during the day, the infant clutched to her breast, suckling from time to time, crying when not sleeping.

She wakes with the feel of merter escort the child being pulled from her, shrinks back, claws the air to ward off the animal, opens her eyes at the child’s plaintive cry. A man silhouetted by moonlight taking the child, turning, walking away from her. She cries out, stretching an arm, and struggles to her knees, too weak to stand, watching his back disappear into the forest, crawling, calling out as the child’s pitiful voice weakens with distance. Distraught she slumps forward beating the ground with her forehead, wailing, frightened to move, frightened to witness the child’s demise, all hope for his future vanishing with his cry.

She slumps to the ground her body shaking, raging at the unfairness of life that snatched her from her tribe, mated her with a man whose very smell and savagery brought her to the point of retching only to have the one person she cares for snatched away; too weak to cry, she lays wondering when one of the beasts would come for her, hoping it would be soon, her weariness surrendering her body. She lay for an indeterminate time, neither long nor short in her memory, stirring when the heat of the re-kindled fire warmed her back and the smell of roasting meat seduced her thoughts. Hunger igniting swelling her stomach, she turns to the fire, the child’s fate sealed, and takes meat tearing at sinewy flesh, meat’s blood dribbling from her chin, eating quickly before he returns and beats her, glancing up all the while in the direction he took.

She hears his returning footfall and scuttles into the lee of the rocks, teeth snatching at the meat, slaking her hunger, taking the food inside her before he tears it from her grasp. She hears him close toward her; can feel feet pounding across the clearing and bows in supplication, arms circling her head to ward off blows, waiting resigned: nothing. She peers between her arms, can see him standing before her, a foot moves, she flinches waiting for a kick that is just a tap accompanied by a grunted greeting.

He bends down, proffering the cleansed child held in his outstretched arms, the infant’s dark eyes brightly shining in the light of the fire. She snatches the child from him, pulling him to her, feels his tiny hands grip at her flaccid breast and shifts his position, feeling him draw on the nipple, gurgling, quietly suckling, pulling sustenance from her body.

The man slowly reaches an arm toward her; she bares her teeth, watching his face, not his hand. He croons, soothing, touches her skin, moving his hand to where her body shrunk back from his touch tight against the rock, cornered. Ignoring her spitting snarl, he touches her shoulder. She lunges for his arm dislodging the child, missing her target, draws back instinctively guiding her nipple to the child’s mouth silencing a whimper before it grows to a cry, her eyes never leaving the man crouched before her.

She watches the man move to the fire, taking meat, returning and offering food to placate; she’s enticed by the smell, hungry beyond fear, snarls at him, upper lip curling over stained teeth, and hesitatingly reaches forward, snatches the food and places it behind her, out of his immediate reach.

He growls quietly whilst his eyes traverse her body, not threateningly but sympathetically, marking her condition, nose wrinkling. She’s aware of where his eyes lay, croons discomfort, almost mewing, watching him closely as he cautiously reaches touching her leg where the blood has dried, she growls, showing him her teeth again, watching his finger rub at the stain.

He stands and moves away grunting at her to follow; watching as she struggles wearily to her feet clasping the child to her and reaching for the piece of meat, placing it in her teeth. She knows he’s taking her to clean just as he’s cleaned the child, and follows him aware for the first time since arriving two suns before, that she smells and is dirty, even by her own limited criteria.

At the stream, he looks around, sniffs the air searching for predators, glances back toward the caves set in the cliff and sees the first beams of the morning sun licking gold high up across the rock face. He beckoners her forward standing off to one side so as not to intimidate and watches as she places the child cradled between tufted grass mounds bordering the streams edge. She bends to the water, the piece of meat still held between her teeth dripping juices onto her thighs, and splashes water onto her lower body. He grunts with dissatisfaction at her efforts, moves swiftly grabbing her by the wrist forcefully pulling her into deeper water ignoring her struggle and growls through clenched teeth, pushing her down until she’s sitting on the gravelled stream-bed, the water dividing and spilling around her hips. He moves behind her, she twists her head as she feels him spoon water with his hands onto her back, feels his fingers scrape at the downy hair of her shoulders cleansing the dirt and grime matting her body hair, beşiktaş escort spooning more water to wash away the loosened dirt.

Knowing not to waste an opportunity, she strips and chews at the meat eating rapidly, less out of hunger, more to devour before he changes his mind and snatches it from her. For the first time in many seasons she doesn’t feel fear, she’s aware of an inner calm, like when her Mother would comfort her after a fall or a burn. She knows she should be cleansing herself, not letting this man attend to her; but first finish the food, she eats passionately glancing sideways all the while to verify his position.

Finished with the meat, she throws the bone onto the bank, thinking she might have an opportunity to chew later, to crack the bone and draw the marrow, and moves to brush him away, to take up the chore she should be doing for herself. He grunts displeasure and forcibly pushes her arm away before pressing down on her shoulders, making sure she understands he wants her to keep still. She watches cautiously as he moves to face her, gutturally demanding compliance, gesturing her to move, to open her body. She reacts instinctively, years of male subjugation taking their toll, and leans back to watch him kneel before her crooning again as he spoons water across her chest, drawing the dirt from her skin with his fingers, muddying the downstream flow. She’s surprised by the colour of her skin, pale under the darker hair clumped above and below her stomach.

She feels his hands moving between her legs; gentler, probing, unlocking matted secretions, no mans hands had been there, except to part the way. Now she knows what he wants and lets him continue, relaxing, enjoying the attention, listening to his throat purr as his fingers untangle the knotted hair in her groin, watching him intent at his ministrations, waiting for him to finish, expecting him to begin.

As he moves his hands away, clearly finished with that part of her body, she reaches out, grabs his hand, places it to her crutch mewing, opening herself for him to touch. He throats a deep growl of contentment massaging her briefly, feeling her heat even in the coolness of the stream, then stops and turns his attention to cleaning her legs. She lay back letting the water coursing round her head, down across her breasts and stomach, parting her legs shamelessly and letting the water tip down her sex like a gully in flood. She stretches a hand to part herself, kicks him with her heel of her free leg to draw his attention, then moves her foot into his groin probing at the protrusion, feeling it flex at her touch. She hooks her foot between his legs and pulls him toward her, flinching as he growls aggressively at her, pushing her leg down, unhooking her hold.

His aggression startles her, she starts to scramble back, move away from him and feels him take hold of both her legs, she kicks out, breaks his grip and scrambles to the bank side, feels him drop on her, holding her, enveloping her in his grasp. She pushes up trying to dislodge his grip forcing her bottom against his stomach, feeling his hardness press against her skin. A hand pushes her head to one side and she feels his mouth descend onto her neck biting hard enough to stop her moving, light enough not to break skin, the growl in his throat urging her to stop her struggling. Deciding he has the advantage for the moment, she lies still, wondering what he intends next.

He eases his grip forming a tunnel with his arms, nudging her to turn over. She twists under him staring up at his face, emitting a low growl of displeasure, lips twitching, teeth flashing a warning, and watches with astonishment as he moves down her body and resumes cleaning her legs, not that it need much cleaning, the running water had washed most of the dirt from her skin. He leans back on his haunches as if admiring his handwork. Satisfied he pats at her leg, gesturing her to open. She shakes her head, raises her knees, and locks them in her arms.

Deliberately slowly, he unclasps her interlocked fingers, there’s no mistaking his strength, if he wanted, he could beat obedience from her. He starts to part her knees, she moves faster now wanting him inside her and fans her thighs down to almost touch the grass opening the core of her body to him and watches as he crouches forward bringing his face down between her legs all the while rumbling a low growl of contentment. She can feel his breath moving the hairs covering her sex, hear him inhale her scent, she imagines his flattened nose twitching expectantly, then feels him running his nose hard across the folds of her sex. She leans back, hands gripping at the tufted grass each side of her, moves back, not to get away but to elevate her hips, to display more openly. He chews across the folds of her sex, lips gradually opening her, exposing the true colour and texture of her body to his mouth, nuzzling at the pink warm flesh, feeling her jolt with the penetration of his tongue, she settles against his mouth opening wider to feel his tongue move in her body, his teeth scraping against soft tissue. Her breathing takes on a stream of small spaced grunts, contentment – not displeasure, while he continues to seek the source of the smell and of the liquid coating his tongue.

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Soft.

That really was the only word I could use to describe how her forearms felt beneath the tips of my outstretched fingers, my arms wrapped around her body as we road the elevator up the two floors to her apartment. I smiled and leaned in to the curve of her neck, planting a single kiss on the top of her shoulder. I could’ve sworn I felt an actual spark that brought the hairs on the back of my neck to attention. As my lips touched her shoulders, they slumped in relaxation and a nearly inaudible sigh filled the quiet space.

I gently placed a second kiss on her neck, a little higher this time. The same electricity I’d felt with the first kiss was there again. Another one. Higher. Inch by inch, my lips crept farther up her neck, and each time the same spark kept every sense on high alert. Half a dozen kisses later and my lips reached out to swallow up the bottom of her ear, nibbling gently.

As the elevator rolled to a stop and a harsh ding rang through the car, I got her first reaction; she craned her neck toward my kisses and closed her eyes. Right now, I hated the fact she only lived on the third floor; I definitely wished the trip from the first floor to the third floor had been longer. There was a way to fix that. I reached around her and mashed on the close door button. The same bell that’d just rung through the car filled it again and the doors started to slide closed. She reached for the doors futilely, half-trying to point out this was her floor despite the fact she knew I was aware of that. My lips fell back to her neck as the elevator lurched and started down toward the first floor.

Almost immediately, we were back to enjoying each other. I knew she could feel me pressed against her, but what she couldn’t feel was the inferno starting to build inside me. The feel of her beneath my fingers was enough to drive me wild; the fact that she leaned in to me only drove the temperature higher. My lips picked up where they’d left off: just below her ear. Slowly and methodically, I marched down her neck and to the top of her exposed shoulder, the dress revealing some of her supple skin. The fabric was an inconvenience that I pushed out of the way, allowing my lips to slide farther down her shoulder.

When the car’s chime reverberated through the small space again, it was less perceptible than the first time, probably because I was more focused on her. The doors opened and closed before I reached around to push the button for the third floor. Once the car was moving again, I unfurled my arms from around her body and turned her around to push back into the wall of the elevator. She liked it and let a mischievous smile light up her face. Her eyes were locked on mine and I leaned in with a slight curl on my lips, never breaking eye contact with her, and let our lips touch for the first time since I’d picked her up tonight. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around my back as a spark jumped between our lips.

Unlike the gentle kisses on her neck, I attacked her lips with far more passion as I leaned in to her and let my hands fall to her hips. The dress was softer than I remembered and thin enough that it felt like I could almost feel her skin under my hands. My tongue darted into her mouth as her hands grabbed a fistful of my shirt and tugged me closer.

The elevator jerked beneath our feet and the doors parted. This time, she wasn’t content to take another trip. She released her grasp on my shirt and pushed me toward the door. We managed to keep our lips locked until we stumbled out of the elevator with wide smiles. The mischievous smile I’d seen before we started kissing was still affixed to her face as we ambled toward her apartment door. Even as we walked, she dug into her purse for keys; it felt like eternity before she slid the right one into the lock. When she finally did, we burst into her apartment and as the door swung closed, I spun her around and introduced our lips again.

As our lips started their spirited fight again, she draped her arms over my shoulders and again took a fistful of my shirt. I pulled her closer and let her feel me pressed against her stomach and hips. There was no hiding my growing bulge, and even if there were, I wouldn’t have; I wanted her to feel how much I wanted her. She did and her response was to tighten her grip on my shirt.

I turned her around and pushed her into the door we’d walked through moments earlier. As if I wasn’t close enough, she tugged on my hips to pull me closer. My hand slid to the back of her neck to cradle her face; there was nothing gentle now. I wanted to be as close to her as possible. As the minutes ticked by, my hands couldn’t bahçelievler escort keep still any more; I wanted to feel her warm skin. Despite a little fumbling, I managed to grab a fistful her dress and pull it up. My fingers clawed at her leg and inched the fabric higher up her thigh. It felt like an eternity, but I finally touched the soft skin of her thigh. Within seconds, both my hands rested on her hips and soft moans began to escape from both of our mouths. I pulled her into my hips and enjoyed the brief moment of pleasure that followed. Her immediate reaction felt like one of desperation; her arms pulled on me again, a louder moan sprung free as my hands shifted up her back and took a firm hold of her. I yanked her toward the center of the room, a small yelp escaping at the sudden change.

I’d be lying if it said it was a perfectly orchestrated and blind scurry to the bed that left a trail of clothes in our wake; it wasn’t because there was no time to shed any clothes. My goal was simple: get to the bed and deal with clothes later. By the time we landed on the bed, my belt and the button were undone, the product of her crafty and quick hands.

In one of the few moments not filled with frantic and uncontrollable desire, I stopped to stare at her. The first thing I always noticed about her was her eyes; they were intoxicating. It took every ounce of energy to tear my gaze away from them. After her eyes, I fixed my gaze on her lips. Every time I looked at them, I felt them inviting me to kiss them. Often when we were out in public, I could only resist the invitation for so long before I had to feel them pressed again my own lips. Every single one of her curves drove me wild.

The moment came and went in a flash.

I knelt on the bed and slid my hands up the outside of her thighs. Her eyes fell shut about the same time my lips came in contact with her soft, sweet skin. Even though we’d been outside not that long ago, her skin was warm to the touch and the higher my lips moved up her leg, the higher the temperature rose.

My nose touched smooth fabric first and immediately, I could feel how much she wanted me. I was throbbing right now. Knowing how much she wanted drove me up the wall. The thin fabric easily slid to the side with some gentle persuasion from my curled fingers and my tongue flicked out to taste her for the first time tonight. The same electricity between our lips earlier was here as well. After a couple of gentle flicks across her, I wrapped my lips around her and began to suck against her. For a second, her entire body convulsed and I could hear her take in a deep breath and hold it. When the moment passed a few seconds later, she released the breath in the form of a low moan.

She was wet. Very wet. I removed the last thing between her and me and provided my lips with freer access to her body. My hands came to rest on the inside of her thighs as I let my lips release their hold on her and lap up whatever I could, savoring every single taste of her for a moment before clamping down again.

Not content to let my lips have all the fun, my fingers slid up to her dripping pussy lips. Even without meaning to, the tips of my fingers slipped between her lips; she was ready for me. This was no time for teasing. The first two fingers of my right hand pushed her lips apart and let them wrap tightly around me. She immediately gasped as I slid the length of my fingers into her with one swift motion while my lips and tongue toyed with her at the same time. Her entire body was relaxed and an intense look had settled on her face; she loved every minute of this as much as I was, maybe more.

As my fingers started to retreat from her, they curled up in a “come here” motion and hit a nerve perfectly; her back arched and she let out a sudden, short grunt followed by a longer moan as her back settled onto the bed again. I stopped for a moment to watch her reaction, but only a moment, before returning my attention to her body. My lips and tongue carefully, methodically covered every inch of her clit and I could feel the heat from her body. Even as I sucked on her, my tongue darted over her up and down before quickly changing directions to move side-to-side and then circling around her before starting all over again. Every time she thought my tongue couldn’t move any faster, it did and she gasped with a small smile.

After minutes of laying there enjoying the attention, she began to join in on the fun, rocking her hips in a similar motion that drove my fingers deeper and pressed my face against her harder. Our timing fell in sync and the result was quickly bakırköy escort labored breathing from her clamped jaw. Every once in a while, I could even hear my name on some of the heavier breaths. Alternating moans, gasps, whimpers and breathy growls told me she was enjoying herself and refused to let me stop. I was perfectly fine with not stopping.

At some point, I lost complete track of time; I was enjoying myself as much as she was. Her body language had changed radically and it was clear she could feel the heat of an oncoming orgasm. The only thing it could be compared to was driving down a country road at night. In the distance, you can see a car coming and until the last second, it looks like the car is going to hit you head on. This was the same way I imagined it felt for her, but instead of not hitting her, this was going to smash in to her head on.

I knew what I was doing was paying dividends when a breathy “oh my god” slipped out among the array of moans and gasps. She took in a breath and held it for a moment.

That car on the country road was closing in.

Her back rose off the bed a little and pushed my fingers deeper.

Impact.

When she released the breath, it was in the form of a long, heavy moan. Her body shuddered as the first orgasm slammed in to her body, causing her toes to curl and every muscle in her body to tense up. A few moments later, she settled back on to the bed and began the struggle of catching her breath. A grin slid across her face and her eyes popped open and looked down at me with a satisfied smile.

I pushed myself up and stalked up the bed toward her, leaning down to kiss her lips as she reached up and latched on to the back of my neck. Our lips stayed locked for several moments before she released me and kept desperately trying to catch her breath. She rolled on to her side and found my lips again when I mirrored her movement and rolled to my side. I pulled her closer to me and tasted her lips again, pressing my hips against hers as she wrapped her leg over mine. Our tongues found each other again and in no time, our favorite game of tug-of-war between our lips and tongues had resumed.

With surprisingly swift accuracy, she finished the job she’d started earlier and dropped my zipper to push the denim jeans off my hips. In what could only be described as the most un-smooth move in the history of moves, I struggled to kick my pants off and drew laughter her.

When I finally managed to shed my pants, I took control. My hands slid under her body and moved her with surprising ease to a position beneath me. Her laughter continued for a second as I slid my knees between her legs and pushed them apart. It’d only been a few seconds, but my lips were already craving hers again. I craned my neck and gave my lips what they so desperately wanted.

Even as I indulged the desires of my lips, she wasted no time in undoing the half a dozen buttons on the front of the collared shirt I’d worn. She threw the shirt off my shoulders, and with my assistance, tossed it aside without ever letting our lips part. Before it’d hit the floor, she was clawing at the white undershirt and exposing my chest to the warm air in the apartment. I wanted her more than I could explain and it felt like there was no time for me to rid my hips of my boxers. Finding the patience needed, I wrench my boxers off and felt chills run down my spine as my cock bounced free. The tip tingled and I knew the time for waiting was over.

I lowered myself toward her as her knees rose to cradle my body. A quick moan slipped into her mouth when my throbbing head touched her for the first time. Her lips parted to allow me entrance and lust took over.

I threw my hips forward in a quick motion that sent the last remaining breath from her lungs. The look on her face said she wanted to moan, but she didn’t have the breath to do so. A guttural, animalistic growl escaped from my chest at the feeling of being buried deep inside her; the walls around me tightened and wrapped around me like a warm blanket, a very warm and wet blanket. I pulled myself out as the breath returned to her body and she was finally able to express the pleasure with a whimper.

Back in.

The second time was better than the first. Every sense in my body reached a heightened state where everything felt more intense.

Out. In.

Out. In.

Out. In.

Faster this time, I pushed myself deep in to her. She wanted me deeper. As I moved inside, she rocked her hips against me, sending a sudden surge through my tip. I moaned and kissed her harder, raw passion mixing with fındıkzade escort lust.

Out. In.

Out. In.

Out. In.

It only took a few times for us to fall in to a rhythm that got more frantic and desperate with every thrust.

Out and in.

Out and in.

Out and in.

Buried inside her, I did the unexpected. With my arms wrapped firmly around her, I rolled on to my back without ever leaving her (kids, don’t try this at home). It could have gone very badly, but it went off without a hitch. She squealed at the sudden change in position, but smiled and continued to explore the depths of my mouth.

Our rhythm changed as soon as we’d changed positions. She started to grind up and down against me, raising her weight above me and then dropping down. Every time, she dropped down on me a little harder and drove me deeper inside her. We were quickly losing the ability to continue the war between our tongues and she reluctantly abandoned the tussle to sit up and give her more leverage.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

My hands, with little to do, settled on her throbbing clit and started to rub her up and down, side-to-side. She pushed her hips forward and gave my finger easier access to her as the rhythmic pattern continued.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

My name escaped on a quiet moan and her eyes slid shut.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

She was still wrapped tightly around me and squeezed me with every trip down my shaft. When she finally opened her eyes and looked down at me, I could see the fiery lust in her eyes. Her hands fell to my shoulders, giving her more leverage to ride me faster and harder. She ground down against me harder, leaving me buried inside her for a few moments before raising herself up again.

She gasped a throaty “oh my god.” It was a sentiment I shared. Every nerve in my body was on fire and I loved it.

Up and down.

Faster.

Up and down.

Harder.

Up and down.

Deeper.

She reached up and pushed her hair out of her face, barely able to keep her eyes open as she rocked up and down on me and felt my finger sliding over her. I could feel myself getting closer, but I did my best to hold off as long as I could; I was determined to make her cum again. I gritted my teeth as she squeezed me harder than before. It felt incredible, but it took every ounce of control to stop from exploding. My restraint began to pay off, even if it was starting to kill me.

Fuck.

Up-and-down.

Up-and-down.

Up-and-down.

When she opened her eyes again, the same lust I’d seen all night was still burning bright, but there was also a hint of surprise in her eyes. She rocked harder.

Up-and-down.

Faster.

Up-and-down.

Harder.

Up-and-down.

Deeper.

She pushed my name out of her mouth as a substitute for anything that made sense; she simply couldn’t form actual words.

Oh God.

Oh God.

She started to warn me she might cum, but before she could get the entire sentence out, she stopped, closed her eyes and threw her head back. There was almost no warning; she was going to cum NOW.

Up-and-down.

Up-and-down.

Up-and-down.

Her back arched and drove me deeper inside her. I could feel her clamp down on me as a wave of pleasure washed over her, followed immediately by a shout, not a moan, a shout. The intense pressure and friction around me drove me over the edge and I let my restraint fall by the wayside. I grabbed her hips and rammed myself as far into her as I could and gave up all control. The dam broke and I felt a release like I hadn’t felt in a long time. I came deep inside her as a second wave of ecstasy swept over her and she struggled to get a moan out from her gaping mouth.

I don’t remember what happened after that. I may have blacked out for a couple of seconds. All I know is that when I came to, she was resting on my chest still trying to catch her breath. I knew how she felt. No matter how much air I took in, it felt like it wasn’t enough. I had been intent on making her cum while we were having sex and that intensity had driven every other sensation in my body to new heights. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head.

I don’t even know how much time passed as we lay like that, recovering from the intensity of the evening, but I finally sighed contently and drew her attention to my face. She smiled and we kissed.

Gently, I pulled her dress up and helped her out of it. I threw it to the floor as she abandoned the last vestige of clothing between us and crawled down off of me and tucked her self under my arm. Her head fell to my chest and she wrapped her arms around me as I took a few moments to catalogue the night in memory. It’d be tough to beat this, but knowing us, we’d find a way or at least have fun trying.

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So there I was at nineteen in the woods with my dick in my hand, my shorts around my ankles leaning on a giant boulder, just moments from orgasm and then she appears out of nowhere and catches me in the act.

I was fucked. I mean, not literally fucked. God knows I wanted nothing more at that moment than to sink my cock into a wet, willing pussy. By fucked I meant disgraced and unemployed. Fortunately, the story has a better conclusion.

But I should explain how I found myself in such a compromising position. I was about halfway into my second week as a counsellor at a scout camp in New Hampshire. As summer jobs went, it was pretty easy. I had been to this camp for a few years as a kid, so it was a perfect fit. It sure beat life in the kitchen making fast food like I did last summer.

And I loved my particular job working in the nature center. It better fit my bookish sensibilities than the rifle range, archery, swimming, or the ropes course. The other two guys who were with me in the nature center were really cool too, fellow nerdy college students who always had something interesting to say.

But there was one problem, I was nineteen and “young, dumb, and full of cum” as my elders and betters would say. At least when I was flipping burgers, I could go out after work and try to hook up, but this camp was hours from any girls I knew. Moreover we were required to stay on the camp 24/7 except for church, and there wasn’t much action to be had at the local RCC, so far as I knew anyway.

There were only two girls anywhere near my age at the camp, Laurie and Trish, both were college students dragged their by their parents, but they were rather aloof, keeping to themselves and the directors core staff, and I never saw them far from the mess hall where they presumably worked during the day.

There was one other thing adding blueness to my balls. All three nature center counsellors shared a single tent and the other two guys hardly ever left the center. There were no private showers either, so I couldn’t even jerk off in there like I would at home.

Despite these constraints, my cock would not be denied, so I had fallen into the habit of taking a hike in the late afternoons before dinner to find some private place to wank in peace. My favorite spot was about a half mile from the nearest campsite in a hidden meadow that I had learned about through the scout’s secret society, the Order of the Arrow. There was a path to it, but you wouldn’t know it was there unless somebody told you about it. The trailhead was hidden by a large tree and a flat rock jutting like a tomb stone out of the ground, and since it was used only once a year, it got little wear. Unless you were standing actually on it, it was obscured by a thick bed of ferns.

The path itself sloped down towards a creek, and once across it, a vast stand of long-needled pines awaited on the other side. There you snake through almost a canyon carved long ago by glaciers until at last there’s a small circular meadow with a big boulder on the other side.

It was called Indian Rock and this thing was colossal, maybe about fifty feet tall, almost spherical, covered with lichens and soft mosses string on the edge of the clearing as if it was a croquet ball left behind by a kaiju. More precisely, it’s what geologists call an erratic. But once safely on the other side of it with the warm sun peeking through the leaves above moved by a soft summer breeze, the feeling became erotic.

Some of the older guys in the lodge said this was the site of an old Indian village. Some said it was a burial ground and that it was haunted. Others said it was a ceremonial site for coming of age rituals.

Nobody had any evidence for any of these theories, so I preferred the latter explanation, and bearing that thought in mind I would drop my shorts, lean back against it, and push my hips forward, letting my erection curl up toward the sun like a blooming flower.

My routine was to call to mind any of a hundred fantasies, thrusting into the sunshine sometimes for ten minutes or more before letting my fingers grasp my shaft, smearing the built up wad of precum over the head and pleasuring myself to a massive climax. I would think about old girlfriends, or maybe my friend’s hot mom. Sometimes I’d draw inspiration from my surroundings imagine being a viking with a maiden, a samurai with a geisha, or an indian brave taking a squaw from behind as I’d fire my wad into the sky or blast it into my palm.

Once I’d drained my balls, I’d wipe the residue onto the moss on the rock, hitch up my shorts and then trek straight down to the dining hall to enjoy a meal escort şişli unencumbered by my persistent erection.

Sure, it wasn’t as good as actually having a girl, but it was more exciting that whacking off in bed or the shower back home, so I counted my blessings.

But blessed was not how I felt at the moment I got caught. Normally, I keep an ear peeled for approaching footsteps, but on this particular occasion it was a pretty breezy day. The grasses of the meadow were in constant motion with a hot wind, so that’s probably why I didn’t hear her coming, but it was too late for that.

“Oh my God! What’re you doing?” she exclaimed, putting her hand over her mouth as she suddenly appeared from the left side of the great rock.

As soon as I saw her, I doubled over, reaching for my shorts, and then tumbled over into the soft grass. Within seconds I had managed to wrestle my erection back behind my zipper and I looked up at her in terror.

It was Laurie. That was bad news. She was the youngest daughter of the camp’s assistant director, a man who’s two sons finished scouts years ago but stayed on to help run the camp. His wife helped out with the mess hall and I guess they dragged Laurie up to camp with them. Every time I saw her she looked pissed off, so I figured I was in for it.

She looked as shocked as I felt, and maybe angry or afraid, so that added to the terror.

“I’m sorry Laurie, I didn’t know you were there. It won’t happen again,” I pleaded. “Just please don’t tell anyone.”

Her face softened at these words. After an eternity she spoke.

“I thought you were waiting here to ambush me or something,”

“Oh God, no!” I exclaimed, now really nervous. “I didn’t know there was anyone else out here. I just wanted to be alone so I could, uhm.”

“I thought you saw me following down by the creek,” she responded. “You had quite the expression on your face as you turned the corner.”

“No, I didn’t. I mean, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said searching my memory for a moment where I saw her but I came up empty.

“You looked like a wolf,” she replied, smiling a bit.

“Oh, well. That wasn’t my intention. So why were you following me?” I asked, sensing the tension lowering.

“I was curious when I saw you turn off the trail, I’ve been to this camp for years, but I didn’t know there was a path here.”

“Well, you found it, the secret circle of Indian Rock.” After a moment I felt bold enough to press further. “But why aren’t you down at the mess hall like usual? I’ve never seen you out this far before.”

“I do get out from time to time, usually time my wandering to when the boys are scheduled to be at activities. Mom’s a pain in the ass, and tonight is just chowder and pre-made bread rolls so there was like nothing for me to prep. It was damn hot in there, too, so I decided to walk around and get some air.”

“Ah, okay,” I replied, taking this as a good sign. “So are we cool? You’re not going to tell anyone, right?”

“No, it’s okay. My brothers would take hours in the shower, so I get it. And even if I wanted to turn you in, I don’t even know your name,” she laughed.

I bristled a bit at the slight but quickly recovered. “I’m Will,” I said smiling slightly. I briefly considered offering her my hand, but that would mean letting my cock spring up again.

With the danger seeming to pass, my libido returned to the helm and I looked over Laurie. She was a pale brunette as skinny as a bean pole, and tall, too, maybe 5’9. She wore glasses that slightly magnified her green eyes. She had her longish chestnut hair in a pony tail with a few shorter bangs that she would push away from her eyes every few moments. She was wearing a loose white t-shirt that hinted at a pair of high-riding small breasts and pale blue jean shorts with a pair of red Chuck Taylors.

If she were shorter you might call her mousy, but having been deprived of female companionship for more than a week, she was a goddess in my eyes. Realizing that I must be leering, I tried to avert my eyes from the white bra strap on her shoulder and return them to her face before I got in trouble again.

Seeking a way out, I looked at my watch. “It’s four already, close to dinner. We should probably head back.”

“Yeah. Sure, but…” she replied quietly pausing looking down, considering her words carefully. “But don’t you want to finish?”

My cock stirred violently at the suggestion.

“You mean you leave now and I stay here to, uhm…”

“Yeah, you could do that,” she said. “But that’s not what I was thinking.”

My mind raced over the possibilities escort nişantaşı and she looked down again while I studied the sunlight flashing crimson, yellow, and green against her hair.

“You mean you want to stay here while I do it?” I whispered after a few moments, pressing my luck.

“Yeah. If you don’t mind. But I just watch, okay?” she answered nervously.

“Sure, yeah. That’s fine with me,” I replied tentatively. “But you promise not to tell anyone, right?”

“Same for you, of course,” she responded regaining some confidence. “This is our secret.”

“Cross my heart! Scout’s honor!” I grinned.

“Okay,” she replied smiling.

I stood up and brushed the grass off of me and looked at Laurie as she nervously gnawed on her bottom lip.

I put my hand on my zipper and said, “you’re sure, right?”

“Sure,” she whispered, now looking brazenly at my crotch. Sweet, innocent Laurie didn’t look so innocent any more.

I looked down and noticed how obscenely my olive green shorts were tented by the seething erection underneath. I grasped my botton with one hand and pulled down the zipper with the other.

Conscious of being watched, I decided to make a little show of it. I peeled open my fly and thrust my hips forward letting my white cotton briefs come into site. Dropping my shorts to my ankles, I looked down to see my how my thin briefs framed my snaking penis with the head threatening to peek over the waistband, making a gray circle with hot precum. I took a two fingers and rubbed them up and down the bottom of my shaft, teasing my frenulum.

I looked over at Laurie and she was watching by crotch intently with her arms wrapped around herself. one hand resting below her breast and the other above her hip. It had the effect of tightening the shirt. It was threadbare enough that I could make out the lines of her bra underneath. She must be a perky 34A I imagined and my penis twitched.

I then shoved my thumbs into briefs and slowly drew them down, letting the band catch agains my flexing cock. The strap got caught on the tip, but the shaft would not yield, and I pulled down until the band snapped away, flipping my cock up against my belly with a soft tap.

So there I was in the middle of the woods in the sun wearing a red t-shirt, my shorts at my ankles with my proud erection throbbing in salute Laurie. I’m about 5’11” and pale, but thanks to soccer and cycling I had a pretty conditioned body, so I imagine I wasn’t the least attractive male specimen.

I put my hands on my hips and thrusted my cock up into the warm air. I was so stiff it didn’t even shake no matter how quickly I moved.

I heard Laurie gasp and I saw that her left hand was now cupping her right breast through her shirt, her index finger and thumb grasping at her nipple through her tiny bra.

I watched her for a few moments as my cock swelled with pride, enjoying the attention as I thrust up into the air as I closed my eyes. This went on for a couple of minutes before she started a conversation.

“What’re you thinking about?” I heard her whisper.

“That’s a loaded question” I thought before answering. “Sucking your tiny tits while drilling your pussy,” would’ve been an honest answer, but I didn’t want to scare her off, so my mind raced to find an alternative, so I stalled for time.

“Just the normal stuff, I guess, I just think of a fantasy.”

“Uh huh, like what?” she pressed. “I’ve always been curious about what boys think about when they jerk off.”

I could’ve mentioned a list of ex girlfriends, crushes, and celebrities, but even as aroused as I was, I realized mentioning any of this might make her jealous or self conscious. Then I found the answer, “The brave and the squaw!” I thought.

“I’m imagining that I’m and indian brave. I’m here with a squaw for a special ceremony. She’s in front of me leaning on the rock, bending over for me getting ready to receive me.”

“Uhhhnnnhhh…” As I continued to pump into the sunny air, I heard her exhale, her eyes still locked on my throbbing member, her right hand now toying with the button on her shorts.

“Aren’t you gonna jerk it?” she asked.

“I like the air and sun first, When I get enough precum, i will” I answered noticing a shiny bead had formed on the top of my cock.

“Looks like you got one. Tell what it’s like to push it inside your little squaw,” Laurie said.

I reached down with my right hand, grasping my cock firmly overhand, smearing the clear liquid into my palm, working it into my cock. The sensation was amazing and I gasped, leaning back onto escort mecidiyeköy the mossy stone, closing my eyes.

I caressed my shaft, slowly stroking it up and down alternating over and under hand, pausing only to spit into my hand. The pleasure was more intense than usual.

“Oh God, if feels great. So tight and wet.”

“Then what?” I heard Laurie whisper as I grazed my palm over my cock head.

“Sorry?” I asked, opening my eyes.

“What’re you doing to you squaw?”

I opened my eyes and saw her right hand was now buried down the front of her shorts. The top button was open revealing the front of tiny, white panties and there was a tiny bow in the middle of the lacy waistband. As I gawked at her taught belly and her wanton expression, I almost forgot the question.

“Ah, uhh… I’m pushing my cock into her. Enjoying her sweet pussy. Mmmm…” I jerked faster watching her finger herself.

“Yeah. No such thing as condoms back then, right. Is she tight and wet?” Laurie asked.

“Wow, that’s kinky,” I thought before answering.

“Oh yeah. So hot.” Laurie now got my imagination going. “It a ritual. Young warriors come to this sacred circle by the big rock to do it. It’s good luck.”

“Uh huh, give it to her hard,” hissed Laurie. “This is a place of fertility,” Laurie added.

“Holy fuck, she’s getting into it,” I thought. And I opened my eyes a crack and saw that her shorts were open and her hand was wildly circling her fingers inside her pussy. I watched as I saw them disappear into her dark nest, listening to the wet slurpy sound as she careened toward orgasm. Her eyes opened and began to dart between my face and me jerking my cock. Hard.

“You bet she is, look how hard you are. The squaw wants his cum bad, doesn’t she?” she continued.

“Yeah…”

“And you want to cum insider her, too, right?”

That did it. The way she said it the way she looked. Too fucking sexy. Normally I’d go for a half hour or more, but I couldn’t last one more minute. Not like this.

“Oh yeah… Oh fuck!”

“Can you feel her pussy squeezing that cock? Trying to milk it?”

“And I wanna blow it all inside her… Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” I yelled.

“That’s it, give it to her! Pump her pussy! Put a baby in her little cunt!!”

“Unnfff!!”

My balls quaked, sending my load surging up like an over-full boiling pot rattling off it’s lid. I decided not to cum into my palm, instead I was going to put on a show for Laurie and shoot it out as far as I could.

My hand was a blur and I groaned uncontrollably, rocking forward onto my toes jamming my hips forward over and over as I fired shot after shot of hot seed across the grass.

I turned just as Laurie’s eyes shut and she let out a guttural grunt as I saw her body collapse onto her hand in ecstasy as she sank to her knees. She seemed to sob for a moment or two before opening her eyes and looking up at me, her face flushed.

I was worried for a moment since I had never seen a girl cum that hard, but I relaxed when I saw her smile and throw her head back, inhaling with an expression of massive relief.

After I caught my breath, I wiped my brow and resumed our conversation. “Wow,” I said. “That was amazing!” my legs were effectively jelly thanks to the shattering climax.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I really needed that,” she said standing up, quickly buttoning her shorts.

I followed suit and we made our way back across the meadow toward the hidden path. During the walk I learned that she too was a college freshman but she lived at home to save money.

She wanted to stay home during the summer and drive to work, but her parents didn’t trust her in the house by herself for that long. “I mean, for fuck’s sake, I’m not a really party girl,” she complained. “The worst that I’d do is stay up all night reading Lord of the Rings or playing D&D. She’s super over-protective.”

“And she’s a nerd, damn!” I thought to myself before grasping for a joke.

“Well, you have to give her credit, though. It’s not like you could get into any mischief at a camp with hundreds of horny boys around, right?”

“I know, right?” she giggled. “She didn’t really think it through. Anyway, this was really cool, Will. Maybe we could do that again some time?”

“Oh yeah! I try to get out here between 3:30 and 4 when the weather’s good,” I said suddenly stopping. “Now I’ll wait here for a bit. The trail head is just over the ridge here. So go out ahead and I’ll leave later so we’re not seen together.”

“Good thinking,” said Laurie and she blushed for a moment and gave me a kiss on the cheek and went off ahead.

I smiled admiring her tight ass as she walked away, awestruck by what had just happened. I had just jerked off with a hot, geeky girl who seems to have an impregnation kink. And she wants to do it again. Life was good, but it was soon to get better, then lots worse, and then better again.

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The whole arc for this story has been in my head since I wrote the first chapter, but it took me many hours to put it into words that are readable. If I had known how long it was going to take me to write this, I would’ve published both chapters together. In any case, I hope you enjoy.

***

The sun glittered off the surface of the Charles River as it rose behind us. A faint breeze blew across the open expanse of water; just enough to cool, but not enough to toss us around across the surface like a cork. Gasping for breath, I gulped down the remaining amount of water in the bottle I had brought with me. My heart was still hammering in my chest from that last piece, but I could feel it slowly coming down. My partner, sitting behind me, spoke to my naked back:

“Let’s get going.”

“Right,” I replied. I put my water bottle in the space behind the foot stretchers, clutched the handles of my oars, and sat ready to row. My partner, John, did the same. With a spoken command, our blades dug into the water and we rowed our double scull away from the direction we were facing, back towards the dock.

As we neared the dock, I stopped rowing and allowed John to control our boat. He spoke again before he started rowing.

“Looks like you have some company, Murph.”

I turned to look behind us. Sure enough, Becca stood on the boardwalk near the boathouse, leaning against the railing. Her knee-length skirt swayed in the light breeze. Quickly, I averted my eyes, hoping futilely she hadn’t noticed me looking directly at her.

Although she had never shown up at practice before, I wasn’t really surprised to see her. After that one furious, passion-filled afternoon over a month ago, she had disappeared from my life as quickly as she had appeared in it. No runs, no phone calls, nothing. I didn’t bother trying to call her. I suppose on one level, I didn’t want to make her boyfriend, Paul, suspicious. I couldn’t quite admit to myself that the other reason was that I didn’t want to know how she felt about me, that maybe this torture was earned after the way I had treated her when we first broke up.

The truth was, I had hoped ever since that Sunday she would show up and come back into my life. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I missed her. I wanted her. Our encounter, and the daily runs leading up to them, made me feel better than I had in a very long time. After she had dressed and left my apartment, I couldn’t keep myself from fantasizing about her: she would leave Paul, she would come back to me, we’d move in together and live happy, comfortable, conjoined lives. Almost immediately, however, reality set in. I wasn’t comfortable being the other guy, and I was sure at least half the reason Becca didn’t talk to me was because of the guilt she felt.

Seconds later, we landed at the dock. I put a hand out to keep the gunwale from banging into the dock and stood awkwardly, stepping out of the fragile shell. John followed suit, and as we went about the post-practice ritual of carrying the oars and the boat back up to the boathouse, I studiously focused on the task at hand and ignored her. Doing so, however, was as difficult as trying to avoid watching the sun rise.

I was nervous. I figured she was here to yell at me, or tell me she never wanted to talk to me again, that she couldn’t talk to me again. Despite the fact that neither of us seemed to be at fault more than the other, I was burdened with the guilt of the other man and the knowledge that I should have been able to keep my hands off of her. I also didn’t want to have to restrain myself again, especially seeing her looking as beautiful as she was.

Finally, all our equipment was back in the boathouse. John and I were coached in the morning, but were left to our own devices for the afternoon practices, so I was able to dash up the stairs and change from my sweaty spandex shorts into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I took a long time changing, putting deodorant on and tying my shoes in far too meticulous a manner than was necessary. John came up as I was finishing my avoidance ritual.

“You going to go down there and talk to her?” he asked as he started towards the shower. We had been friends since we rowed together in college, and he knew most of the story. I knew he didn’t exactly approve, but neither did I. At least he was enough of a gentleman to keep from completely tearing me apart for my indiscretion.

“I guess I have to. I doubt she came down to the river just to watch us row.” I was facing away from him, but I knew he wasn’t looking at me for my reply.

“Murph?” I turned to look at him. He had stopped, but he was still looking away. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

***

I flew back down the stairwell, finally deciding that there was no more use in delaying the inevitable. I went out the garage doors leading to the dock, and saw her, looking out towards the water, still leaning against the rail.

Of course, from this angle, I was also able to see her perfect ass pointing in my direction, esenler escort just begging to be caressed. Looking at it, I almost lost my cool and ran back into the boathouse to wait until she had left. Of course, at that moment, she turned to face me.

“Hi,” she said as I walked towards her. She had a smile on her face, but I couldn’t tell if she was just being polite, or if she was happy to see me.

“Hi,” I replied, hands jammed deeply into my pockets. I wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. For one, I was sure I smelt disgusting, and two, I wasn’t sure how much she really wanted to be there. I decided to refrain from touching her, no matter how much I wanted to do otherwise.

“Are you heading home? I have to head back to campus to study, but I figured I could take a few minutes to walk and talk.”

“Yeah, I had no plans for anything after practice. I have some leftovers in the fridge, if you want something to eat.” I still couldn’t look at her yet. She didn’t respond to my offer, and we headed back towards my apartment. “So. What’s up?” I asked.

“Well,” she started out slowly, finding the words that she seemed to have practiced numerous times before. “I wanted to explain to you why I haven’t been around to go running for a while.” She paused, and I could tell that she was trying to figure out how to proceed. “Damien, you don’t have to be scared. You haven’t looked at me once yet.”

I turned to look at her, and she smiled at me again. This time, it was a genuine smile. She rubbed my arm and squeezed it before she continued.

“After…that afternoon, I needed to figure some things out. Paul was out of town for a few days, and I didn’t do anything other than go to class and sit in my apartment and think. And cry, if we’re being honest.” I shot a concerned look in her direction before directing my gaze straight ahead again. “I couldn’t stop beating myself up for what had happened. And I know you, too. You probably couldn’t stop kicking yourself for making a move.”

Of course, she was right, but I wasn’t going to admit it. “So what did you come up with?” I asked her, mostly to reassure myself that I was still able to carry a conversation. I was looking at her again, but I was still nervous.

“The most important thing I decided was that I had to tell Paul. So, when he got back from his trip, I did,” she said in a voice devoid of any emotion.

“How did he take it?” I was back to straight-ahead laser vision. I didn’t want to see the expression on her face that matched that tone.

“He was upset, to say the least. There were things thrown, words were said. I don’t want to get into the specifics. But, bottom line is, Paul moved his stuff out, and I haven’t talked to him since. That was two weeks ago.”

I didn’t know how to react to that. “I’m sorry” didn’t seem like the appropriate thing to say, considering that those were the words that had gotten us into this whole mess. Fumbling through the silence, I asked her, “So how are you taking it?”

“Surprisingly well, actually,” she said, life coming into her voice again. “Paul was a good guy, and he was a good boyfriend. But I’ve never been the kind of girl to cheat before, and I realized that if I had wanted to be faithful to him, I would’ve been.”

“Oh?” Again, my mind locked up, and I couldn’t find the words to ask her what I really wanted to ask.

“Oh yes. I didn’t hop into bed with you just because you have some kind of irresistible sex appeal,” she laughed, and I joined in. Finally, I felt myself loosening up a little. “Even though I do find you very, very sexy.”

“Well, that makes one of us,” I joked. “I probably look as awful as I smell,” I said, sniffing myself with a grimace on my face. She giggled, and punched my arm. I felt the old familiar friendliness returning between us, and I took my hands out of my pocket and swatted her hand away. Instead of letting it come to rest at her side, she grabbed onto my fingers. We held hands the rest of the silent walk to my apartment.

“So what does this mean?” I asked her as we reached the steps outside my place.

“It means two things,” she said. “One, I’m now single. And two, I don’t want to be.” She put a finger on my chest as I moved in to hug her. She held my hands as she looked into my eyes. “But one afternoon of sex doesn’t mean we’re dating again. You broke my heart when you left me for college. Now you have to earn it back.” I nodded earnestly; I wanted nothing more than to do just that.

“What are you doing tomorrow night? Let’s get some dinner and I can…” She stopped me with the shake of her head.

“I can’t at all this week. I have two exams and a paper due before Friday. I don’t have any free time until this weekend.”

“That’s fine,” I replied, nonplussed. “That just gives me more time to plan.” I brought her hands together and kissed them as I walked away. “Go study and do well on your tests. I don’t want you to be in anything but the best atakent escort mood for our date this weekend.” She smiled at me as she turned to catch her train back to Cambridge. I watched her walk away. For the second time that afternoon, my mouth was dry and my heart was racing. Already, I was nervous. I had lost her once, and though fate had granted me a second chance, I couldn’t afford to blow it. I knew virtually nothing about the Boston nightlife, let alone the type of places to take someone on a romantic date. The gears were spinning, however, and I was already generating a plan of attack.

***

After a long and tiresome week, Saturday finally arrived. I had been rushing around all week, going between work and practice and the dry-cleaners, making reservations and figuring out how the hell I was going to pay for all of it.

I walked up to Becca’s apartment at 6 o’clock sharp. I was planning on hailing a cab once she was ready to go, but for my own purposes, I had taken the bus and walked to her building. I fidgeted uncomfortably in my slacks. Not having had a need to dress up recently, I was unused to wearing anything other than shorts and sneakers, or work pants and boots. The collar of my button-down shirt felt like it was choking me, even with the top button open. At least I had had the good sense to carry my sports coat over my shoulder until arriving at her apartment.

Nervously, I pressed the button next to her name on the call box. I waited for a handful of seconds before I heard a staticky “Hello?” from the box speaker.

“Uh…hi, Becca…it’s me. Damien.” I wanted to kick myself for being so obvious and nervous.

“Hi Damien! I’m almost ready. Do you want me to buzz you in?”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll wait for you here,” I replied. “It’s, uh…nice enough out.”

“Okay, I”ll be down in a minute.”

I sat on the brownstone steps leading up to her door, unconsciously wiping my hands on my thighs. Shit! I looked down, and sure enough, there were handprints from my clammy hands. I stood up, trying to rub out the dark spots. I didn’t even notice the door to the building had opened until I heard a giggle. I looked back to the doorway, and there she was. I was so shocked by her appearance I forgot about the handprints for the briefest of moments, standing there with my mouth slightly agape before remembering to hold my jacket in front of me. She giggled again.

“So I did all right?” she asked me shyly.

I had told her to dress nicely, and she hadn’t disappointed. Her long brown hair was swept back into a loose bun, held together by a hair clip with a small red flower on top. A few strands fell towards her neck, upon which a small string of pearls rested. A burgundy dress with short sleeves covering her shoulders clung to her curves, cinched at the waist with a matching belt. A line of buttons ended just below the swell of her breasts. Never being one for makeup, I was surprised to see she was wearing red lipstick in the same shade as the flower in her hair. Topping it all off was a pair of pointy black stilettos, easily making her at least three inches taller. Standing at the foot of the stairs, looking up at her, I felt like I was the short one. She was stunning, an absolute dream.

Finally gathering my wits about me, I cleared my throat. “You look beautiful.” She blushed at my comment, looking away in embarrassment. The combination of sensuality and timidity was as alluring to me as it had been all those years before. For a moment, I remembered how I had felt when I was 16, pulling up to her house in my beat-up car, a half-wilting bouquet of flowers in my hands as I decided I had finally had enough – I wanted to be more than friends with this beautiful girl. While I was still the awkward, gangly guy I had been all those years before, the girl had been replaced with a woman I hadn’t really allowed myself to see fully before this moment. I offered her my hand.

“Well, shall we? We have a full evening ahead of us.” She walked down the steps, her fingers interweaving between mine as we walked up the street, to the corner. I hailed a cab and helped her in, and we headed back over the river to Boston.

***

For dinner, I had made reservations at a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant in the North End. I had never been there, but all of the reviews I had found said the place was top-notch. What they failed to mention was the fact that in order to accommodate the large crowd it served, the restaurant had to jam tables in so tight the waitresses could barely move in between them. This was how we managed to find ourselves packed in practically on top of each other as we ate our dinner.

Despite the “cozy” atmosphere, the food was excellent, as was the bottle of wine we shared. We talked, her about her summer clinical and the extra work she was doing to get ready for the approaching fall semester. I talked with her mostly about rowing and training, how I had teamed up with John, beykent escort and the work we were doing to get ready for the Head of the Charles in October.

Even before the wine came, the conversation flowed easily, freely. I found myself mesmerized by little things she did, things that I remembered from what felt like a lifetime ago, like the way she absentmindedly tucked stray hairs around her face behind her ear, or the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. The time passed quickly, and before I knew it, our dinner had been eaten and cleared, and we were sharing a small dish of gelato. Her free hand was resting on the table, and I reached across to touch her hand. She looked up at me, stopping mid-sentence, her green eyes wide and full of promise. Her fingers played with mine, and for a moment, the other diners at the tables around us disappeared. Again, that blush spread across her cheeks, and she looked down at the bowl in front of us.

As we were waiting for the check, I asked her how I was doing. She leaned in to me, her chin resting on her hand. “You’re doing fine. So where to next, Romeo?”

“I have the whole evening planned out,” I chuckled. “Don’t you worry.”

“Oh, I’m not worried,” she replied. “I’m sure I can handle anything that comes my way.”

I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination, but I thought I heard a subtle emphasis on one of the words. Just then, I felt her foot brush my calf. The entire dinner, we kept kicking each other as we tried to find space under the table, but this was different. Her foot stayed in contact with my leg. She had slipped her shoe off; I could feel her wiggling her big toe as it traveled up towards my knee.

The waitress came back with the check. Without stopping her foot’s exploration, she took the check and turned to the waitress. “Thank you, the meal was excellent.”

Underneath the tablecloth, I was getting fairly hot. I could feel myself beginning to harden, creating a noticeable bulge in my pants. But without showing a hint of my distress, I smoothly snatched the check from her and pulled my wallet out of my pocket. “Yes, thank you for everything.”

“Surely. I hope you two have a good evening,” said the waitress, smiling.

“Oh, we will,” I said in my best Don Juan accent, not even realizing the words that were coming out of my mouth. By this time, Becca’s foot had slid up past my knee and towards my now-erect penis. At these words, she stroked me from the base of my cock to the tip with the ball of her foot. I jumped slightly, passing off the movement as returning my wallet to my pocket. I handed the cash to the waitress.

“Shall we go, dear?” asked Becca.

Inwardly, I grimaced. Damn tease. “Of course,” I said, quickly grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair and placing it over my lap again. Apparently, I wasn’t quick enough, because as Becca turned toward the door, the waitress gave me a look and cocked an eyebrow in my direction. I grinned sheepishly and followed Becca out to the sidewalk.

***

We walked through the North End for a bit, getting desert at one of the bakeries. Thankfully, it also game me time to let my erection subside. Becca kept playfully trying to grab the hand I was holding my coat in, making sure her hand lingered over my crotch. I didn’t know what had gotten into her, but I wasn’t going to question it, even if this was all taking place on a narrow, crowded sidewalk.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. When she reached for my hand again, I took it and spun her around towards me, bending down and pressing my lips to hers in one quick motion. Her eyes were open wide, but as we sank further into the kiss, her eyelids started to droop, and her hands clutched at my shirt, pulling our bodies close. Her hands were in the way of my chest and her breasts, but I pressed my hips into hers, making sure she felt the result of the teasing I had thus far endured. I don’t know how we got there, but we ended up against the wall of an apartment building, her back pressing into the stones. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I put my hands on her waist, pulling her close.

We broke off the kiss, both of us panting slightly. I rested my chin on top of her head, breathing in the scent of her. She leaned against the wall, one leg stretched out, supporting her, and the other foot against the wall, forcing her hips out. I don’t think either of us realized it, but she had spread her legs slightly, and I was pressing at the hem of her dress, stretching the material between her thighs.

She kissed my neck. “So…where are we headed next?”

I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. “It’s a surprise. I don’t want to ruin it for you.”

She slapped at my chest again, and I pulled away slightly. “Tell me!” she huffed like a child on Christmas Eve.

In response, I stepped back and pulled her away from the wall. “Let’s catch a cab,” I said, noticing the stares of a few bystanders who had witnessed our passionate kiss. The women looked at us sternly, especially one mother with holding the hand of a gaping little boy, while the guys looked mostly at Becca with lust and me with envy. Knowing that my beautiful date was an object of desire to these guys did nothing to cool my ardor, and we moved a little quicker to one of the main streets in order to track down a cab.

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It should go without saying, but everyone engaging in sexual acts throughout the course of this story is over the age of eighteen.

Also, this is quite literally my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, so please be gentle with me (wacka wacka) and stay constructive in the comments, I am very sensitive 🙁

************

September 2002

If there was one thing that Garrett hated about school, it was that the place reminded him of San Francisco.

He’d been to the city in question three times, and he’d hated every minute of each trip: it was loud, crowded, smelly, and seemed to constantly be covered in a thin layer of grime, much like Danville High School itself. Now, however, with the California summer heat raging like the fires of hell itself, a fresh layer of misery was added to the pile which nearly drove him over the edge…and to think, it was only noon.

The harsh clanging of the bell resonated throughout the halls in a way that had always eerily reminded Garrett of the bells he’d heard in prison documentaries. With it, his AP English instructor piped up to remind him and his classmates that their first essay, which was to detail the importance of proper grammar, punctuation and spelling in a professional setting, was due the Thursday of the following week. No big, he thought to himself as he stood from his desk, shouldered his backpack and made his way toward the door. It was supposed to be three pages minimum, double-spaced. He’d knock that bullshit out in an hour or two that night so that he could spend his weekend playing Half Life.

This outlook summed up his general attitude toward his education perfectly: school had become, in his mind, a mostly inane and impractical slog, a waste of his time and effort that kept him from playing video games, wandering around with his Travis, or reading things that he was actually interested in-like science fiction, horror and comic books. Sure, his grades were perfectly satisfactory and he was more than capable of keeping his teachers off his back, but that didn’t mean that he was remotely interested in anything they had to say. This was temporary, a stopgap between him and his future that he had to ride out for just two more years.

He repeated it to himself like a mantra as he headed down the hallway toward the quad, surrounded by throngs of chattering, barking, laughing students: it’s not forever…it’s not forever…it’s not forever…

It’s just two more years.

Two whole fucking years.

* * *

“‘Sup asshole, how’re you likin’ Marcus?”

Travis snuck up on Garrett as he walked out into the quad, lightly shoulder-checking him. As Garrett looked over at his friend and rolled his eyes, Travis’ signature shit-eating grin spread across his face, and Garrett knew that he was, of course, just kidding. He always was, it seemed.

“He’s okay. I mean, he’s a high school English teacher; I’m pretty sure they’re all about the same.”

Travis laughed. “No shit? My sister told me he’s a fuckin’ ball-buster. She had him back when she was a junior.”

“Yeah, well, maybe your sister was just a shitty student, ever think of that?” Garrett shot back.

Travis laughed again, still grinning like a clown. “Maybe. I mean, my mom told me her grades at OSU aren’t that great, so it’s not a stretch.”

“Damn dude, throwing your own sister under the bus? That’s messed up.” Garrett said, finally cracking a smile in return.

“Ah, fuck it, man, you’ll be okay. Now let’s get in line, pizza slices are half off today, and I’m not missing out on that!”

To that end, the two friends quickly made their way across the open quad, the merciless assault of direct sunlight melting away what little protection the awnings surrounding it provided. They were lucky: Garrett spied a cafeteria window with only two people in line, and they just managed to beat a group of four girls to the punch, one of whom gave Travis a dirty look as they snaked their way into place behind a small freshman. Travis, as unapologetic with nearly everyone else as he was with Garrett, only grinned in response. He didn’t even balk when she rolled her eyes and called him a ‘fucking creep’.

Five minutes later, pizza slices and water bottles in hand, they left the quad for the relative quiet of the school’s front lawn. Near the front entrance was a massive pair of oak trees, flanking the wide cement walkway to the large pair of steel gates that lead into the quad itself. Beneath each tree was an old bench, a commemorative placard displaying the name of the school and the year of its founding (1947, to be exact) screwed into the back of each. Garrett and Travis sat on the bench to the right of the walkway, shielded from the worst of the sun by the old oak tree’s thick canopy.

“It’s only been two weeks,” Garrett grumbled after they’d taken their first few bites, “and I already want it to be winter break. Fuck school, fuck this heat, I’m done, dude.”

“Look man, I’m with you,” Travis replied, a mouthful of pizza slightly muffling his words, “but then you wouldn’t get to see sights like that.” He added quietly zeytinburnu escort after swallowing, and nodding toward the entrance of the school.

Garrett looked to his right to see a slender, athletic and immensely tall (relative to the two of them) girl striding out of the open gate and along the front of the school, heading toward the student paking lot. There may have been over a thousand students at Danville, but Garrett knew immediately who that figure belonged to, and not just because he shared a lab station with her.

In truth, anyone who met Brianne ‘Brie’ Haskett in person would be hard-pressed to forget her in any short amount of time. In addition to her aloof demeanor, her habit of addressing anyone other than her few friends in short, curt sentences, and her ‘ice queen’ stare that Garrett was convinced could falter the sun itself, she topped out at an incredible six-foot-three, making her easily one of the most memorable and immediately recognizable students attending the school. He and Travis stood at five-nine and five eight, respectively, which put her half a head above either of them. At only sixteen, it was a hell of a thing to have a girl tower above them like that…in addition to the distinct possibility that she might be perfectly capable of beating them both down at the same time.

Brianne was one of the star players on the Danville volleyball team, and her physique showed it. Lean and toned, she was clad in a black tank top and a pair of olive-colored shorts. Her dark brown, shoulder-length hair was tied back in a small ponytail, her short bangs hanging free. Garrett’s eyes were momentarily drawn to the vague outline of her bra beneath her tank top, his hormones momentarily getting the better of him. He tore his eyes away from her and looked back at his pizza.

“Dude I gotta know…” Travis started.

“What?”

“I mean, sure, I’ve heard people call her ‘ice queen’ and ‘quiet bitch’ and all that shit, but I mean…I never really see her talk to anyone other than that Chelsea chick and what’s her name…?”

“Jana? And spit it out already.”

“Yeah!” Travis said, snapping his fingers. “Jana, yeah. So, I mean…what’s she actually like?”

Garrett looked toward Brie’s receding figure, contemplating for just a moment before looking back at his slice.

“Couldn’t tell you.”

“What?! Oh come on man, she’s been sitting next to you for two weeks straight and you’re telling me that she hasn’t said a word to you?!”

“You asked what she was like, not if we talk-and we don’t. She’s just not a talkative person, at least not with me. If I were to guess, I’d say she’s just guarded and…maybe not antisocial, but…uh…what’s a good word for it…?”

“Selectively social, maybe?” Travis offered.

“Yeah, that’s a good way to put it, actually.”

“Well you two are pretty much the same, you know?”

At this, Garrett looked up from his pizza and gave his friend a quizzical look. “Uh…what?”

“You both have small circles and you both avoid socializing like it’s, I dunno, AIDS or something.”

“Classy, Trav. Real classy.”

“I mean I’m right though, think about it. She really only has a couple friends, as far as I know, and you have, what, me and maybe two or three more…?”

Garrett said nothing. Crude as his phrasing may be, Travis’ logic was unassailable.

“Just saying, man, you ought to try talking to her. You might as well, you’ve got a whole semester ahead of you, and you’ll be right next to her the whole time. Honestly, I bet you’re as curious as I am.”

“Maybe a little,” Garrett said, “but I have no idea what I’d even say.”

“Start with ‘hi, I’m Garrett, please don’t crush me like a soda can’,” Travis replied, grinning. Garrett had to smile at that, and lightly punched his friend on the shoulder, nearly causing him to drop his pizza crust.

* * *

“Hey.”

Garrett had gotten lucky. Brianne had looked up at him as he’d walked up to their two-person lab table, their temporary home together during sixth-period biology. He’d spent all of fifth period AP social studies trying to decide what, if anything, he should say to her when the time came. After all, he hadn’t been lying to Travis: they’d hardly spoken to one another in the short time that they’d been paired up. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to go about it? In the end, though, he’d decided that he was hugely overthinking it and that Travis had been right: a simple “hi” was probably the best way to go about it.

After his greeting, she stared blankly at him for a split second, then blinked.

“Hi.”

As he sat down and set his backpack on the table next to its’ small faucet, she looked away from him and out the classroom window, which faced the school’s football field and track. He wondered if she also believed that school was just an obstacle in the way of what she really cared about. Maybe Travis had been correct, and that there was a chance that he could relate to her on some level, even if it was as simple as a distaste arnavutköy escort for school. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

And then, before Garrett could even begin to stop himself, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind:

“Don’t worry, just two more hours and we’re out of here.”

She started just a little and looked back at him.

“Huh?”

“It looked like you wanted to…you know, get out of here, so…you know what, sorry, I’ll shut up.” He stammered, breaking eye contact and blushing more than he’d have liked.

She did not look away, though. Her piercing blue eyes remained fixed on his reddening face. However, it was not the infamous withering, icy glare he’d occasionally seen her give others around the school, it was…curious, maybe?

“I have volleyball practice, though.” She finally said.

Garrett looked back at her. “What?”

“I said, I…I have volleyball practice. After school, I mean, so I can’t go home right away.”

“Oh! Oh yeah. That’s cool.” He managed to say without stammering, thank fuck. “Cooler than what I’ll be doing.” Jesus, he just couldn’t stop! Come on Garrett, she probably doesn’t want to hear it, he raged at himself, shut up before she glares you into a fucking Popsicle!

But, again-amazingly-she did not do so. Instead, her expression unchanged, she asked “and what’s that?”

“Uh…probably doing homework and reading.”

Before she could reply, their biology teacher, Ms. Curtin, called out “Okay everyone, notepads out! I’ll be going over cellular structure, chapter fifteen in the book! Jot down anything that seems important!”

The class quieted down and there was a rustling as they all pulled out binders and writing utensils, Garrett and Brie included. As Ms. Curtin started up her overhead projector, and as Garrett began to think to himself ‘well that could have gone better, but it definitely could have gone worse’, he heard Brie speak quietly from his right:

“Reading is cool too.”

He looked over to see her giving him a small smile before she returned her attention to their teacher and the beginning lecture. He managed not to show it, but he was dumbfounded. He’d expected a complete rebuff, and had received the polar opposite.

Immediately, all of his preconceptions about her were thrown into doubt. Maybe, when you got down to it, Brianne Haskett really was just another student trying to find her way through the maze that was high school, just like he and Travis were. Maybe she really wasn’t the ice queen some people called her behind her back. She certainly seemed different than what he’d been expecting thus far.

And man…she had the bluest eyes.

* * *

Garrett hucked miserably in the direction of home, the heat as relentless as it had been at lunch. Around him, other students were making their way to the merciful air conditioned interiors of their cars, their friend’s cars, or the bus that waited at the stop on the sidewalk at the edge of the front lawn. Other than the students rushing to vehicles or those driving by, however, the people of Danville had largely retreated into the comforts of their cooled offices and homes. Garrett had about a mile and a half to go before he could join them, however, so he pulled his portable CD player out of his backpack, uncoiled the headphone wires, slipped them over his ears and pressed play, stuffing the player back into his pocket. Te opening drum roll of The Smashing Pumpkins’ ‘Cherub Rock’ filled his ears, and with this, he began his journey into the older suburban neighborhoods that surrounded Danville High.

Danville itself was all right, he supposed. It was a city of around 120,000 people, located within the south end of California’s Central Valley. It was comprised mostly of suburbs, a few large commercial areas and an industrial district that sat off to the south end of town. Surrounding it on all sides were acres and acres of farmland, where everything from walnuts, soybeans, apricots, almonds, grapes and cherries were grown and shipped all over the country, as well as the world. Overall, it wasn’t quite idyllic, but it also wasn’t terrible.

Garrett was just sick of the fucking heat. He wished that Travis’ car wasn’t in the shop; he’d have asked for a ride home at lunch, otherwise. But it was not to be, and he faced the walk home alone, grateful when he crossed the street into the residential area and took shelter under the trees that covered most of the sidewalks.

He was still oddly elated over his interaction with Brie. As he went over it again and again in his mind, he stopped and looked over his shoulder at the school, the top of the gym just barely visible. She would be there now, tall and beautiful, dominating the court and leaving everyone else in the dust, like some Amazonian goddess putting the peons in their place…

He couldn’t lie to himself: part of his curiosity stemmed from his opinion that she was, quite frankly, a stunner. Her height didn’t negate that at all in his mind; it probably did for a lot of the gaziosmanpaşa escort guys at the school, but he didn’t give a shit. Hell, he thought to himself, I’d climb that tree.

But, he thought as he continued on his trek, he probably wasn’t her type. She was an athlete, and he liked to stay indoors. He was just a quiet, skinny, low-key geek who could probably never keep up with her in any regard. After all, just because she’d been polite to him once didn’t mean that they were on the fast track to becoming Danville High’s most bizarre couple of 2002.

* * *

The cool air washed over him like a waterfall, bathing him in relief. The low hum of the AC unit was a choir of angels come to save his wretched soul from the depths of the hellish 100-degree heat of the outside.

Garrett stood beneath the vent in the hallway for a solid five minutes just soaking in the cold, still sweating from his walk home to 4313 Sequoia Lane. Buried within one of the city’s older suburbs, it had been built before the time of tract houses, so it had a unique vibe to it; a cozy, homely and worn-in feel that Garrett had always loved. He may have hated his school and felt ambivalent about Danville as a city, but he felt perfectly at home in this house and in this neighborhood-he knew every inch of it like the back of his hand. It was his place, and he knew that a part of him would belong there until the day he died.

Pulling himself away from the heavenly cool, he went into the kitchen and looked at the clock above the back door. Quarter to three; his dad wouldn’t be home until six at the earliest, so he decided to kick back and veg out in front of the TV for an hour or so. He’d knock out his AP English essay and history worksheet after that, just so he wouldn’t have anything holding him back from enjoying his upcoming weekend to the fullest. Shit, maybe he’d call Travis and see if he wanted to catch a movie on Saturday, it wasn’t as if that guy had anything better to do.

As he settled in on the old couch in the living room, remote in hand, he began to flip through channels until he found a stand-up special. As he was watching, though, he found his thoughts turning yet again to Brie. He just could not get this girl out of his head now; she’d wormed her way in and just wouldn’t leave. The scenario popped into his head: the two of them, sitting next to each other on his couch, watching this very same comedy special, her sparkling eyes as full of laughter as her smile. And as the credits rolled, she stopped and locked eyes with him. Her smile faded just a little, and her hand found his. She leaned in slowly, never taking her eyes off of his own except for when they closed and her lips were about to meet his…

He was startled back to reality by Gordie, his chubby grey tabby, jumping onto his lap. Garrett jumped a little and glared at his feline friend, who merely meowed quietly and curled up on his lap, his purring vibrating up through Garrett’s legs. He rolled his eyes and began absentmindedly rubbing Gordie’s belly as the stand-up special rolled on.

* * *

“Hey bud, you okay with leftovers?”

William Trenton, or Bill to his friends, called out to his son from the end of the hallway, who sat at his desk in his bedroom putting the finishing touches on his English assignment.

“Sure dad, I’m okay with whatever!” Garrett hollered back.

“Okay, we’ll be ready to eat in forty-five!”

After ten of those forty-five minutes, the sixteen-year-old was finished with the essay, whereupon he slipped it into the English section of his binder. He then pulled his history worksheet out of its’ section and grabbed his textbook out of the largest drawer of his desk, cracking it open to the corresponding section, and got to work.

When his father eventually leaned into his room and knocked on his open door, telling him that dinner was ready, Garrett was approximately halfway finished. Putting down his pencil, he got up and walked into the kitchen, where a dish of reheated meatloaf, some veggies and a basket of sourdough bread sat waiting. The pair sat down and tucked in, Gordie curled up in a ball at Garrett’s feet.

“How was school? You keeping up okay?” Bill asked Garrett.

“Yeah I’m almost done with everything I need for the week. Hopefully no one springs anything on me tomorrow, that would suck.”

“No kidding. I remember what a drag homework was, you know? Any plans for the weekend?”

“I might see if Travis wants to see a movie.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Bill and Garrett Trenton were a pair that had survived together practically from the start: Garrett’s mom hadn’t been in the picture since he was seven, and they had been on their own ever since, Bill doing his damndest to make sure that his son got everything he needed to make it in life. They had developed an understanding early on: they needed one another’s help and support, otherwise things would fall apart-and neither of them wanted or needed that. Garrett had already witnessed the demise of his parents’ marriage at a young age, Bill had lost his wife in a manner crueler than most, and there was no need to pile anything on top of those events. Ever since, it had been just the two of them. They talked to each other about pretty much everything: Garrett’s frustrations with school and being a teenager, Bill’s endless challenges with the incompetent upper management of the excavation company that he worked for, the list went on and on.

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This story is intended to be read as a sequel to “The Find” published in Erotic Couplings on July 13th 2009 by the same author.

As requested in public comments I have tried to include more details. Hope you like it. Chapter 3 is in the planning stage but not written yet. Feedback or suggestions are welcome.

Chapter 2: The Trophy Final

I had just blown the final whistle. “Me mum wants to see you. Over there, Paul,” said the St Mary’s under 12s striker and pointed to the goal at the far end.

I had thought he seemed vaguely familiar when he ran back to the centre circle after I allowed his second goal. His use of my name clinched it. “Terry; Debbie’s lad,” I realised.

Debbie was a fond memory from last summer; a chance meeting after she left her purse in McDonalds and I took it round to her house. She was kind, feminine and uninhibited; just my type. But she had two kids, Terry and a toddler whose name escaped me and had hinted at a difficult past. So she had stayed a one night stand; until now.

Involuntarily I looked where Terry indicated. She waved and beckoned and I couldn’t help trotting over. She was dressed for winter in jeans, an anorak and, typical Debbie, a fluffy pink woollen hat. It didn’t look like she had planned this. She didn’t know what to say and I guessed that Terry had put two and two together on his own initiative.

Debbie shivered. “Give me ten minutes to shower and change,” I told her, “Then I’ll run you home.” She nodded and told Terry to get showered and changed as well.

When I came out of the referees hut she was waiting nervously rocking her toddler in a buggy. She sat in the back of the car with Chantelle. But I could see her in the rear view mirror. She took her hat off and shook out her chestnut hair. It was longer now but as rich and soft as I had remembered it under my strokes. She still wore glasses and had no make up on, her cheeks were rosy from the wind, and her full lips broke into a secret smile.

She had moved to a semi on a newer council estate. The furniture was still second hand and it was obviously a playground for kids but it was clean and feminine just like before. She sent Terry to his room to do his homework and put Chantelle down for a nap. Then she said, laughing “I’m going to take the shower you interrupted last time,” as if to reassure me that the memory was happy for her too.

I half hoped she would ask me to join her but she didn’t. Instead she left me alone in the topkapı escort living room. I couldn’t help being nosy and realised that the photo of her ex, Terry’s dad, which used to face the sofa had disappeared.

She came down fully dressed and got on with dinner. I realised that my growing desire would have to wait. She was focused on her family. She knew how to stretch a budget and produced a delicious dinner before we settled down to a cosy evening. Chantelle was into everything, I helped Terry with his maths and we watched soap operas on TV. It was all so domesticated that I began to think nothing was going to happen and we were just friends. But I enjoyed it. She was relaxed and it was a pleasant evening.

Eventually the kids had had enough and she put them to bed. She was a few minutes but it was worth the wait. She came back down in her nightie. It was a pretty floral print thing, very short with a cream lace hem and a neck line that barely covered her nipples. She put an old movie on and nestled down beside me, stroking my thigh gently with her long caressing fingers. I wrapped an arm round behind her back. She was slim enough that my fingers could reach the top of her thigh just below the frills of her negligee. She knew how to take care of herself. They had been recently waxed and her skin was smooth as silk. Underneath her muscles were toned and there was no fat on her at all. The contrast was exciting and I traced little patterns with my fingertips always ending in the valley between her legs. But they stayed together. She was tired, yawning after a hard day with the kids, and just wanted to cuddle; which was fine with me. I was tired too after the Cup Final had gone into extra time.

Debbie liked natural things. Her hair falling onto my shoulder was unadulterated with dye or gel and her long brown tresses smelt deliciously of peach shampoo. I played with little ringlets of it and felt her body grow limp as she relaxed totally. She took off her glasses and snuggled into me, eyes closed and a dreamy expression on her face. As her right shoulder tilted down under my arm her nightie strap failed in its duty. Her breast popped itself into my left hand.

She defined the expression “small is beautiful.” She wasn’t flat chested, just beautifully proportioned. Their size left room for an inch or so of gently contoured valley between the tops of her breasts which then subtly widened. The swellings aksaray escort themselves had plenty of colour and shone with health before turning up slightly into pointed, firm, pink tits. When cupped her breast felt firm and she eased it into the palm of my hand until it was comfortable with her nipple thrust between my second and third fingers. I curled my finger tips round the top of her orb and kneaded her very gently until she made a soft purring sound.

When the clock chimed midnight I realised that I had dozed off. So had she and she didn’t wake. I whispered her name but still she didn’t stir. I decided not to wake her. Gently I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to her bedroom. For a mother of two she was in amazing condition and easy to lift.

Her bedroom was like her private, woman space, with all kids clutter banished. The moonlight filtering through the chintzy curtains showed a patchwork quilt turned down on a single bed. I laid her on the bed gently. I wondered what she liked to sleep in. It was warm in the room and it occurred to me to take off her nightie. I knew she had no bra on but I wasn’t sure about panties.

It’s naughty I know but I thought, “A little peek won’t hurt, surely.” I gingerly eased the hem up her silky hips. A little triangle of sky blue lace was lying between her almost closed thighs. Tiny pink and yellow flowers lay just above her mound, and it was so tight that the valley of her cameltoe was showing. Paradise!

“I’m not asleep, Paul,” she said. “I just wanted to see what you would do.” I felt a right cad but she just smiled and said, “Don’t worry I chose them for you.” Then she sat up and invited me to continue taking off her nightie. I did, exquisitely slowly, kneeling in front of her and kissing every inch of her stomach and breasts as I lifted it. Finally she raised her arms straight above her head to help me.

The lift of her breasts was breathtaking and I just buried my face in their valley. She held me tightly and whispered, “I really am tired but just come in and hold me.”

I undressed, still hopeful. But By the time I had stripped naked her eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly, eyelids fluttering as she began a dream. I slid in beside her and tucked my hand under her breast. Unconsciously she laid claim to me throwing her arm possessively across my chest. Like that we shared her single bed all night and I have never slept fulya escort better.

As the sunlight slowly woke me I became aware of something lovely and soft and warm under my right hand. As awareness grew my brain attached meaning to sensations; soft cotton, an oval shaped bulge underneath, two walls of warm flesh rubbing against my finger and thumb, a valley the length of my middle finger, a mild scent a bit like sweet and sour sauce.

It all came together when I opened my eyes and realised that my hand was covering her panties, my palm on her mound and my fingers curled down between her legs. She was looking at me greedily and I realised that I had a huge stiffie.

“I’ve been watching you grow for half an hour, Paul,” she said giggling. “Take them off. They’re soaking”.

They were and I did. She knelt over me as I guided my cock towards her passion place. She had perfect vulva, tucked inside her narrow slit until I spread her; beautifully proportioned, oval, pink, glistening with juice and with no hair to disguise their femininity. I lingered rubbing my foreskin on her protruding clit until it folded back and my tip found her opening. It was like receiving darts of electricity and I had to pull her down, thrust up my own pelvis and thrust deep inside. I wanted to cum but didn’t want to cum yet. She knew it and made me slow down and caress every part of her as I throbbed away deep inside.

She was so lovely, leaning forward and teasing me with her waves of hair until I had to throw them back and suck her breasts like a baby. She seemed to know that this satisfied a deep, never articulated need in me and rocked backwards and forwards cradling my head as I pulled gently on her tits.

She couldn’t take any more, eased her nipple out of my mouth and threw her body back until she was horizontal, arms downwards, hands flat on the bed, bracing herself. Her flexibility was incredible. I was looking at eye level along the length of her thighs, firm, slim and dribbling with cum into her pussy with my own cock inside it. The proof of my huge manhood, and the pressure of my cock thrusting upwards against the front wall of her vagina, drove me crazy. I fired on all cylinders. So did she; simultaneously shuddering convulsively as her orgasm rippled through her body.

We collapsed in a heap, spent, breathless and stunned by the power of what we had unleashed in each other. But half an hour later, only the kids needing breakfast stopped us going for a repeat.

But I knew I’d cum back for more. How did I know? After breakfast when I was about to leave Terry gave me his winners medal from the Cup Final yesterday. “You’re a winner mister,” he said in what he hoped was a man to man tone. “You make me mum happy. She’ll take me to the United game this afternoon. You coming?”

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