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There was about four inches of snow on the ground when I left the highway and made my way into the scenic overlook area, I was on gravel about fifteen feet off the road, far enough off the main road to be safe and close enough to be seen. Before I texted Brook I took a piss writing my name in the snow as I’d done so many times as a young boy, then called Mr. Bremmer, the owner of the feed mill to let him know I was safe and what my plans were. He was glad to hear from me and happy to know that I was not only safe, but that I would remain safe along with the truck. With the engine running and the clearance lights on I settled into the passenger seat to text my soon to be bride.

Me: Hi, it’s 12:44 and I’m stopped for the night, gonna have a sandwich and attempt to sleep. If the snow wasn’t so disastrous to drive in it would be beautiful, big nickel size flakes softly floating to earth. Wish you were here in my arms right now.”

Brook: I wish I were in your arms as well, I know ways to keep you warm, we could have quite a make out session in that big seat. Will you wait for the county trucks to go through in the morning before you head home?

Me: Yup, once they plow and salt I’ll be right behind them, it’ll be slow but it’s better than putting this rig in the ditch. I let Mr. Bremmer know, he’s good with everything and told me to take my time getting back, he doesn’t have any more feed deliveries scheduled until after the holidays. That means I can spend more time with you. (I sent along a kissing smiley face)

Brook: Here’s three kisses and a hug for you, going to bed now, text me when you leave there in the morning.

I dozed on and off throughout the night, the snow began to let up just after three, I noticed two four wheel drive pickups with plows and yellow lights flashing as they creeped along toward Princeton around four fifteen, more than likely local guys with contracts to plow parking lots and driveways in Princeton. With seven inches on the ground an early start was imperative for them. I’d taken a leak and was standing at the front of the truck as daylight filtered through ever so gently, from my left was a familiar and welcome sound, a plow truck making his way through.

I inched my rig next to the road and as he drove by waving at me I slipped in right behind him, we weren’t exceeding twenty- five miles per hour, but we also weren’t in the ditch. Going south from Princeton the roads changed dramatically when I crossed over into Buffalo County, they had obviously been plowing much earlier than Green County where I had been parked. I had my phone on Blue Tooth, when Brook called, I was able to keep on driving uninterrupted while we talked.

“Hey how come you didn’t text me when you hit the road?” She asked.

“The county truck popped up so fast that I only had enough time to jump in the drivers eat and get in behind him, I wanted to wait a little bit before I called.”

“I’ve been up since five thirty Frank, mom has scolded me twice for pacing the floor. Now that I know you’re okay and on the way home I think I’ll go back to bed, don’t do this to me anymore, it’s too stressful.”

I laughed, “Sure, like I have something to do with the weather, I’m okay Brook, if the roads stay clear I’ll be back in town by one, wanna have lunch with me?”

“Got a better idea, I’m home alone until about four, I’ll make lunch and we can eat together. You know, like playing house. Tee heehee.”

She had opened the metaphorical door, I was gonna walk through, “Is that all we’ll do if we play house? I’m having withdrawal pains after no kisses last night.”

She giggled, “I know what you have in mind dirty boy, but my panties are staying on, even if your hand is in them as long as I keep them on I’m okay, because the minute you get them off me I won’t be able to say no. So … panties stay on, alright?”

“Okay hon, panties stay on, for today. I would like to touch you inside them though.”

“Stop it Frank, you’re making me damp and horny. Call before you come over and I’ll have everything ready. Ham, eggs, hash browns and toast sound okay?”

“Perfect babe, perfect.”

I had called my folks the night before shortly after Brook and I stopped texting, I figured it was time for an update. While we talked I told mom I was going over to Brooks for lunch, the line was silent for several long agonizing seconds.

“Frank, you be careful, don’t be foolish since you’re so close to asking for her hand. I know her folks and sister aren’t there because we saw them headed out of town this morning. You behave you hear me son, you’ve held out this long, don’t take advantage of an opportunity that might lead to heart break.”

“You don’t need to worry mom, we aren’t having sex, at least not yet anyway. We’ll behave, we always do.”

When I backed the truck into the heated bay it was covered in salt residue and slush. The kid who took care of washing the trucks was pissing and moaning about how dirty güvenilir bahis it was when Mr. Bremmer tapped his shoulder from behind.

“Kevin, while you were tucked in your warm fuzzy bed last night Frank was battling a snow storm over ice, while mommy was making you supper Frank was holed up in the cab with lousy convenience store sandwiches and chips, while you waltzed in here this morning all chipper and raring to go Frank was happy to be anywhere but a ditch. Those are but a few of the reasons you’re going to clean this truck top to bottom and inside, oh, and if that doesn’t suit you don’t let the door hit you in the ass. Now shut yer yap and get busy.”

After turning in all my paperwork and the receipt for the fuel I was ready to head out, Mr. Bremmer wasn’t having it, he wanted to know the cost of everything I’d purchased. I gave him the receipts and turned to go, Mr. Bremmer’s voice stopped me where I stood.

“Hold on Frank, I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you did yesterday from making sure everyone got what they ordered to being willing to sacrifice your comfort to get the rig home unscathed. Guys like you need to be rewarded.”

Pulling a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet he handed it to me.

“Take that pretty girlfriend of yours out to a nice dinner on me. I’m sure she had as hectic a night as you did worrying about you. There’ll also be a little extra in this year’s Christmas bonus as well, now get outa here, get some sleep and I don’t wanna see your mug until the 27th. Oh, and Frank, you’ll be paid in full for these extra days off, consider them comp time.”

With Christmas on Friday I would have three extra days off. Brook was waiting for me on the porch as I drove up, a sweater wrapped tight around her and a smile on her face. When I was three steps up the five she launched herself into my arms damned near knocking me backward. Kisses and a soft *thank you Lord* was all I heard for the next two minutes, picking her up cradling her in my arms I walked to the door, she reached for the handle and we were inside. More kisses, more tight squeezes, more whispering it was so good to see her.

Breakfast for lunch was perfect, it hit the spot and put me half to sleep. Laying on her bed we necked and touched a little, but I was exhausted, kissing me she told me to nap and she’d wake me later. Around three I heard a ruckus in the living room, it was her family. Jerome was the most vocal.

“I see Frank’s truck at the curb, where is he?”

I heard Brooks voice, “He’s in my bed.”

Jerome’s voice raised about five octaves, “In your bed, what the hell is going on here girl? That boy needs his ass kicked if he thinks he’s going to take advantage of my baby girl while we’re out of the house.”

I then heard Alice, “Jerome be quiet, Brook why is Frank in your bed?”

She went on to tell them of my night and subsequent morning, how she’d made us lunch and I fell asleep on her bed on top of the duvet fully clothed, she put a blanket over me and closed the door. Tracy piped up down the hall, “Yup, he’s dressed, it looks like he’s awake. Can I go in?”

Tracy had no more than asked the question when she pranced into the room.

“Hi Frank, pisser of a night huh? So, sleepin in my sister’s bed? Good thing Brook aint in it as well or daddy would be beatin yer ass right about now.”

Alice grabbed her arm and spun her, “Close your mouth you sassy thing. Be glad you’re 18 or I’d wash your mouth with soap. Where do you learn trash like that?”

Tracy smirked as she left, Brook was seated on the mattress at my feet, Alice was standing mid-room and Jerome was standing in the doorway trying not to glare. I felt like I’d messed things up.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Ellory, I was so tired, I didn’t mean no harm.”

She smiled as she sat next to Brook, “Shush, you’ve done nothing wrong lad, do you want to sleep longer?”

“No ma’am, I think I need to go home and sleep in my own bed. Mom will wonder where I am, I told her Brook and I were having lunch but that was a while ago.”

Alice patted my leg, “That’s a good idea, mom’s like to know where their kids are. Say, why don’t we get together with your folks Christmas Eve after church service, we could have hot chocolate and dessert at our home. I’d like to get to know your parents.”

“I’ll ask mom, I’m sure they would like that, they want to be better acquainted with you and Mr. Ellory as well. They’ll likely go to the evening service at St. John’s Lutheran, they could meet us here afterward.”

Alice smiled, “Us, are you coming to church with Brook?”

“Yes ma’am, she asked if I would and I said yes, maybe I’ll like your church better than St. Johns, it’s mostly old people and as exciting as watching paint dry.”

Brook reached for my hand helping me sit up, “Come on wayward traveler, you need to go home and sleep.”

I had forgotten to tell her about the hundred dollars Mr. Bremmer had given me, as we walked to the truck I reached in my pocket for the keys and türkçe bahis remembered it was there all scrunched up. At the door she had her arms around me as we kissed goodbye, I handed her the bill when we moved apart telling her the story. She smiled and told me she’d tuck it away in her purse and we should do something special with it New Year’s Eve.

******Brook*****

I was wishing I’d done more than wrap a sweater around me when I walked Frank to the truck, the cold wind was cutting right through it, I stood on the porch until his truck turned off of Holiday Drive and no longer in sight, shivering I closed the door and walked right to the couch where my folks were sitting. Plopping myself onto dad’s lap and snuggling into his broad chest I broke down blubbering, he let me cry until I had been diminished to sniffles and asked what was wrong.

“I could have lost him daddy, it took so long to find him and I could have lost him. What if his truck had crashed or something like that?”

“First off kitten, he didn’t crash, second he’s a good driver from all I’ve heard, third he had the good sense to pull over and wait it out and last but most importantly, he made sure you knew where he was at all times and that his goal was to get home to you. I’m not saying it couldn’t have been worse, but the way that boy loves you it would have taken a tornado to keep him from getting to you.”

I blubbered, “I love him so much it would kill me to lose him, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Mom entered the conversation, “Honey our men leave every day to provide for us, driving is what Frank does and like your dad said, he’s very good at his job. If you two end up being together you’ll need to get past this worrying and fear or it will destroy you.”

I almost bristled when she said *if we end up being together* and it must have showed.

My face stiffened, “Together, of course we’ll be together, I’m going to have his babies some day when he asks me to marry him. There’s no *if we’ll be together*, in my mind and I think Franks that’s settled, no man has ever paid a moments attention to Brook the freak until Frank, who happens to be the same kind of freak I am. We accept each other for what we look like and don’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks other than family.”

Mom grimaced when I swore, “Where do you and your sister learn this foul mouthed stuff, you’ve certainly never heard your father or I talk like that.”

I thought to myself, *yeah right, you obviously don’t know how thin your bedroom walls are because I’ve heard you yell far worse when dads nailing you to the mattress* but the better part of judgment took over and I said nothing. Once I’d cried myself out, I went to the kitchen for a snack and turned in early.

*****Frank*****

Brooks mom Alice was on the phone to mom as I walked in the kitchen, “Yes he’s here, just walked in. Thanks for checking, and tell that sweet Brook how grateful I am that he has her to love and take care of him. Christmas Eve? Yes, that sounds lovely, nine o’clock your house, we’ll be there. Bye.”

Hanging up she pulled me in for a hug, “You, young man, scared the bee-jeebers out of me last night. Don’t you ever do that again you hear.”

“It wasn’t like I planned for a storm to move in ma, it just happened. Besides, I’m home and no I don’t want anything to eat, I’m going to shower and sleep until tomorrow morning. Tell dad g-night for me when he comes in.”

Fresh crisp sheets had never felt so good, with my head on the pillow and the quilt tucked tightly around my neck I remember nothing more than three or four breaths before sleep took over, with sunlight peeking around the curtains I rolled out at 7:20, I hadn’t slept that late in ages. Making my way to the smells of breakfast mom was clearing the dishes and dad was getting ready to go outside for morning chores, with a hug he patted me on the back and left.

“Eggs or pancakes, there’s some sausage left if your interested. By the way, you’d better call Brook, she called twice last night and this morning at six when you didn’t answer your phone, I told her you likely had it switched off.”

While breakfast cooked I called Brook, we had a quick conversation before she had to leave for work, I told her I’d pick her up at the store when she got off at four. Thinking I’d like to start a tradition by getting her a poinsettia for Christmas I went in early, she waved and smiled when I entered the store, because I hadn’t thought of it sooner the plants were picked over except for the scrawniest looking and the very big ones. Remembering I would be getting a bonus I picked out a pink one covered with blossoms, it had to stand over twenty four inches tall and was an easy foot and a half across, at $34.99 I felt Brook was well worth it.

Standing in her lane she was so excited once I’d reached the front of the line, we chatted a little as I checked out, she told me she’d see me in about ten minutes. I had that monstrosity of a plant in the back güvenilir bahis siteleri seat when I opened the door for her, as I got in my side she was faced sideways looking at it admiringly.

“Is that for your mom, she’s gonna love that.”

Pulling her to me I laid on the most passionate kiss in my arsenal, breaking she sort of whispered.

“Dang boy, you really missed me didn’t you.”

“Brook, the plant is for you.”

“Oh Frank, it’s beautiful, you still aren’t going to get my panties off, but I wouldn’t mind if you tried. NO FRANK, not here people can see in the truck you horny bugger. The new Appleby’s just opened, let’s go to supper there, I’ll let mom know so she doesn’t worry.”

Normal payday for me was Thursday, but with it being Christmas Eve day the checks would be ready Wednesday, I stopped in about noon, Edna gave me an envelope and told me Mr. Bremmer wanted to see me in his office.

“Frank, come in, sit a minute. I wanted to thank you again for Monday and into Tuesday, that truck is less than two years old and would have taken a while to replace even though it’s covered by insurance. Here, I want you to have this, it’s a little something extra from the missus and me to say thanks. Do something special with it, something you and your little filly will enjoy. Merry Christmas son.”

I took the envelope, stuck in the inside pocket of my jacket and promptly forgot about it. When I picked Brook up from work she was kissing me hello in the truck with her hand laid against my chest.

“Hey, what’s in your pocket?”

Reaching inside she withdrew the two envelopes opening the thicker of the two first, it was my regular paycheck and three one hundred dollar bills, our regular Christmas bonus. When she opened the other, she gasped.

“Oh my God Frank, you need to see this. Oh my, oh my.”

She pulled a check out of the envelope for five thousand dollars, I knew that the truck was expensive, I mean like a couple hundred grand expensive once it was fitted out, but I had no idea simply bringing it back undamaged was worth the extra money they had given me. She was in tears, I was in shock, never before had I been so blessed by someone outside my family.

“Oh my gosh Frank, we have to send them a thank you card, this is just too much to wrap my head around.”

I ate supper at her house then helped her finish wrapping gifts in her bedroom before we went out to Wally World for more paper, it was only right since we’d used it up and Tracy still had gifts to wrap. While parked at the curb outside her house we took advantage of the fact that her folks were still at the Credit Union party and steamed the windows of my truck with a make out that surprised the hell out of me, taking my hand she put it under her dress tight to her mound.

“Remember I told you I wasn’t going to let you take my panties off, but I wouldn’t mind you trying.”

That was all I needed to hear, as I pressed against the mound her legs opened and she moaned into my mouth, sliding my hand up until it touched the elastic I could smell the damp aroma of her over heated pussy, it was so damned enticing, I now understood why the bulls will sniff a heifer in heat and snort as they roll their head backward. I was experiencing the same thing, it wasn’t like I hadn’t touched her before, but it had always been at the end of a long make out session and then only briefly, it had never been so blatant before, nor had she ever initiated it. With my fingers twiddling in her fur pie her hips lifted off the seat, then came the whisper in my ear.

“Put your finger down to where it’s real wet, uh huh, now up a little until you feel that hard little —- oh my gosh, it feel so much better when you touch it. Use the juice from my pussy to rub that little nub, yes, like that baby.”

In minutes she was writhing and groaning as her hips rocked back and forth, I simply went with the flow and continued to rub her clit. Her breathing stopped, her body stiffened and her abdomen shook, looking in her face I couldn’t tell if she was in ecstasy or pain as she softly made UH sounds over and over. As her body relaxed she put her hand on top of mine holding it still.

“No more baby, no more, it tickles too much. Cup me with your hand, mm-hmm, see how wet you’ve made me.”

My first witness of a live female orgasm, and it had been my finger that had caused it. There was a sweet smelling thick stickiness coating my fingers, I think I surprised her when I dipped my finger into the folds, withdrew it and put it in my mouth sucking it clean. She stared at me wide eyed, then softened her expression and grinned, she knew I was hers as she leaned forward to French me, we had taken our relationship to an entirely new level in less than an hour, a level neither of us regretted.

I put on the defrosters to help clear the windows before anyone noticed, she was adjusting her panties when I offered to help, pushing my hands away she fixed her dress.

“If I let you touch me again tonight after what we just did these panties are coming off and I’m not ready for that yet. I’ve read hot steamy romance novels, but tonight I lived one. Frank, I love you, please don’t think I’m a tease, I want to give you everything but I’m not quite ready.”

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[This tale spans exhibitionist, First Time, Group and perhaps a little anal wrapped in a surprise.]

“Are we drunk enough to play Tooth or There?” spouted Caroline. Apparently SHE was.

“I think we need one more frosty pitcher before I am. THEN I’m willing.” volunteered my always eager wife, Sue. All but Caroline and her new husband, Chuck, had been to our hedonistic gatherings. “But-choo aren’t drunk enough to slur yer werdz!” Sue teased, then as she rose from the thick carpeted floor, she flashed Chuck her panties.

His eyes widened and he slyly checked his chubby wife to see if she caught the brief show. She was laughing with Maria instead. He looked at me and I smiled. We all chose to slide to the floor so when we fell over it would be a short fall – yea, that was it!

Sue ground up the fresh ice and doubled the Tequila in the pitcher before returning. She bent over, her back to Chuck, to gently and slowly put the pitcher on the floor tray. She cleverly bent next to Car so she would not see her groom staring up my wife’s skirt for an extended view of her snug panties wrapped around her oval mound. I saw his mouth drop, so I knew he had a clear view. The ladies all sat daringly in a cross legged yoga pose and fussed with keeping their skirts flat and nearly modest.

Car and Maria flanked me. As we chatted and teased, Maria’s hand frequently ended up in my lap, usually bumping my distinct bulge and making it twitch noticeably. This wasn’t lost on Caroline, who Sue and I had known for a few years. We frequently teased her with bawdy limericks, jokes and dares. She teased back, but she always seemed too innocent to follow thru with any risque dares. Maybe tonight would be different.

We just recently found out that she had been an absolutely stunning model before we’d all met. She still has a very pretty, if chubby, face and is nearly double her ideal weight. At five foot one, even with her DD tits, she should not be 200 lbs. I had noticed a photo on her fridge of a stunningly beautiful blonde with perfect curves, bright blue eyes and a radiant, perfect smile. When she said that was she just five years earlier, I stood riveted to the floor, silently stunned, mouth drooping for a long minute until her sigh woke me. My thoughts were ‘What the hell happened?’, but all I said was “WOW! Beautiful, just beautiful!” She sighed a sad smile.

Tonight she wore a pale blue, loose skirt with a tan, profound drop-front, braless top. A few inches of her chubby thighs were daringly exposed, even more so to Chuck and Mario. Her huge, shapely tits trapped the cloth and generally protected her modesty, if that’s even possible in a top that’s open to your navel. This was the most revealing clothing she’d ever worn around us, since her wedding. Though her low-cut wedding dress showed much more tit flesh, normally.

Maria was in a short skirt that she kept pulling back down to modest heights, more to keep our attention on her shapely legs than to hide them. Her top was a light, full-sleeve sweater with fat, full length zipper that gripped a two-inch ring attached for easy access. Her nipples announced themselves loudly and my x-ray eyes ‘saw’ her tempting tits as I saw them the first time.

As my sweet Sue squatted, then dropped inelegantly to the floor, her crossed legs exposed her wet spot to Car, me and Maria. She fluffed and adjusted her skirt so even Chuck got a view of her shapely thighs up to her pale blue panties. Car gasped lightly at the display, but Maria just smiled. Sue downed a big sip and said “OK, NOW I’m ready for Tooth or There. Who’s first?”

Chuck, eyes flicking between my wife’s thighs and Maria’s chest, raised a hand. “Tooth, I mean TRUTH. Al, when’s the FIRST time you saw my pretty wife’s pretty tits?” He blushed at his daring dare and Car blushed and stared at him. Why was he picking FOR me? Has he never played ToD? I played along.

“Truth: “At your wedding, she wondered why guys stood behind her when she sat. I moved behind her to check and saw the reason and told her. ‘Both your nipples are exposed every time you exhale.’ She looked up at me staring down at her nipples, looked down and saw them clearly exposed.

“She smiled brightly, looked back up at me and shrugged her full tits into view, saying ‘Oh well. I hope they, and you, enjoyed the show.’ Then she smiled so sweetly and crooked her head while leaving both big, beautiful tits displayed to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and just sheepishly nodded while enjoying their beatific beauty. I ignored you, though I knew you were watching me stare at your bride’s big, beautiful tits floating inside her virginal white dress. She always dresses so button-up conservatively at work!”

Caroline spoke up, “My turn. Um, Al, assuming you still pick TRUTH, tell us about your FIRST romantic kiss. Dish!”

“OK, but you’ll be very disappointed. I was in FIRST grade, holding hands with a very cute blue-eyed blonde in a pink dress with several petticoats under it. We were both giddy and glassy eyed and couldn’t illegal bahis stop staring at each other. After skipping down the hall with the class, and getting yelled at for skipping, as soon as the teacher turned away, I pulled her to me and kissed her full on the mouth. We laughed at how daring we were and that was it. Until we were told to wait against a wall while the teacher went to get something. As soon as she was out of sight, I leaned my six-year-old lips in for a lingering kiss and I saw stars. My knees shook and she felt the same. That’s all that happened that day. Next!”

“Awww, how cute. Was that your wife? You know that doesn’t count. I want to hear about your first REAL romantic, breathless kiss.”

“No, that wasn’t Sue. Sorry, you’ve had your TOOTH shot already. Who’s next? Maria?”

“OK, I’ll have a go. TRUTH! But I want you to answer Caroline’s question AND tell us about your first time eating pussy!” Car gasped loudly; everyone else laughed.

“Why are you picking on me? This isn’t how to play this game! I’d rather hear about Car’s first time eating pussy.” She gasped again, but didn’t deny it. “You may find this hard to believe, but I was VERY shy as a kid and a late bloomer. My FIRST time seeing, eating and fucking a pussy was with the same girl. I was twenty, stag at a frat party. A friend was boasting about his hot new girlfriend, let’s call her Barbie, who was somewhere around; telling me about her cute, pristine tits; how she was still a virgin when they met and how he changed that and how great a French kisser she was.

“I didn’t believe his boasts and was busy scanning the room for a connection of my own. After several beers, the girls all got cuter. A short, stag girl I knew from classes wove thru the crowd right to me. I tried looking past her ugly glasses and pulled her to me. She actually was cute. Hard to hear anything over the music, I got against her ear and kissed it instead of talking. She smiled and I kissed her full on the lips, my FIRST adult kiss. She warmly kissed back and our mouths opened. I felt her warm tongue hug mine for a few seconds before she pulled sharply away and told me she had a boyfriend and I shouldn’t do that again. Then she smiled sweetly and left. THAT was my FIRST French kiss.

“Seemed like a mixed message to me, so I had another beer and kept looking for Barbie or my friend Frank. Before I found them, I saw tiny, ugly glasses girl again. She was flirty and asked who I was looking for. I said, ‘you’ and asked where her boyfriend was. When she said he wasn’t there, I said ‘good’ and kissed her again. She didn’t object at all.

“My tongue found hers for my second French and was very warm and happy – until I felt this HUGE pain! I saw stars in the darkening room. She’d bit my tongue – hard! Then she said ‘I told you not to do that again.’ and left. Was she playing with me? I downed another beer, mostly to cool and assuage my burning tongue.

“While more slowly downing another beer, my drunken eyes spotted Barbie. She was very cute and matched Frank’s description. I wandered over and introduced myself. Frank hadn’t told her about me at all so I had to convince her that I knew him and wasn’t JUST hitting on her. We went up to the dark, quiet attic, the make out room, and chatted, but I was really feeling the six or eight beers I’d had and said I need to lower my head. She offered her lap and I took it. After several deep breaths, I turned my head inward, my nose against her groin as a filter and whiffed her arousal.

“When I snuggled tighter against her and rubbed my nose in her crotch, she asked me to stop that. I turned my head back outward, but the beer smells were nauseating. I told her so and pressed deep against her groin again and told her SHE smelled much better than the room. She let me press and smell her crotch, even pulled me against her, for some minutes before saying I just needed some clean air.

“She lead me outside and after many deep, clean breaths, I did feel better. I realized the car we were on was mine, so I offered that we get inside for the warmth and quiet. She readily agreed. While chatting about college, I learned that she wasn’t out of High School yet and it was her eighteenth birthday (really?) That lead to questions about Frank and their relationship.

“She said they didn’t have one. They NEVER kissed, got to third or second and certainly never screwed. I believed her and so her RED light changed to GREEN. I leaned in for a kiss that quickly lead to second base and Frenching warmly for a long, blissful moment. Another FIRST! Suddenly, the car rocked. Frank was drunkenly kicking my door and cursing me for stealing ‘his girl,’ mocking her kissing me.

“I got out and confronted him with her facts and asked if it were all true. He just shouted ‘WHATEVER’ waved us away and left. Barbie was in tears and I consoled her then drove her home. We kissed and fondled, her tits were even smaller than Sue’s, for a long time before exchanging numbers and saying ‘night.”

Caroline spoke up, illegal bahis siteleri “OK, that was two or three firsts, but I think Maria asked about your first time dining at the Y and your first fuck!”

“Such language, from lady Caroline! Frank didn’t talk to me for a week since he was embarrassed to admit he lied about Barbie. He knew any slim chance he had with her was gone, so he gave me his blessing, as if I needed it. I called her and told her where things were and asked her out for the next week. She said OK, and though she loved our Frenching, she didn’t want to go much further. We met for light dinner and found a barely lit place to park.

“After steaming the windows a long while, and lingering on her tall nipples on her A-cup second base, I pulled her hips to me and slipped under her dress to attempt third base. I cupped her mons, another FIRST, and felt her dampness. She looked deeply into me and said ‘OK’ so I ignorantly rubbed her vulva. I knew my anatomy well, but didn’t know what to do with it. If she was a virgin, she wouldn’t know much either. I felt her slit and rubbed her panties into it. When I found her clit, it was half out of her hood and sent a jolt up her body. My fingers slipped under her panties and I got my first feel of girl hair and damp pussy. It was glorious!

“I tried to be gentle and respectful and maybe romantic, but my conscienceless dick was fighting me. I turned on the inside light and pulled down her panties. There, before my virgin eyes, was a pristine, gleaming, fuzzy pussy. I rubbed it gently, but she lurched firmly against my hand and spread her juvenile legs to split open her nubile pussy. As if in a living anatomy class, I rolled open her outer then inner labia and exposed her throbbing clit. When I touched it, she gasped and shook. Her young labia were wet, slippery and pleasantly fragrant.

“I pushed a finger half way inside her velvet tightness and she tensed up and shook again. Anatomy lessons didn’t tell me what to do next, and she wasn’t talking. I leaned the seat back for greater access, enjoyed the beauty of her blonde tuft and vulva, then I ate her. A FIRST, yet not! With no instructions, I fumbled my way around her most intimate parts, licked then CHOMPED on her hair. I ate her bush! It tickled! Why was THIS such a hot thing to do? It smells great, but tastes like hair. Don’t laugh!

“She finally whispered ‘lick me’ and raised her mons so her slit met my tongue. Fortunately, she was aroused, fragrant and DELICIOUS. It could have gone all wrong for life if she weren’t. The first taste of her intoxicating nectar put my tongue on auto and it lapped its way around and between all her scrumptious labia and welcoming clit. I probed deeper, as deep as my tongue allowed then learned my fingers reached deeper.

“They scooped more of her juices out for me as I kept licking. Her moans were my secondary rewards. She clamped her legs around my head as she shuddered and squealed. I didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe. I kept licking and she came again on my face. I LOVED IT! Whew. I’m a little breathless recalling her sweet/salty flavor. She leaned her hand on my stiffness, released it and sucked it down, but you didn’t ask about my first BJ, so, The End.”

Wide-eyed Caroline gasped “YOU’RE breathless? Wow. My turn. I choose DARE, but be gentle with me Al.”

“Hmm, gentle? OK. I dare you to take both tits out and leave them out for me to suck on while you tell us about your first fuck, or anal if you’ve done that. You didn’t expect your tits to stay hidden with that wide open shirt anyway, right? Gentle enough?”

“You bastard! Chuck, are you OK with this? Thumbs up? Really? Here goes.” She only had to move her shirt aside a tiny bit to free a huge, pendulous yet firm and shapely boob with its half dollar halo and thick, hard and tall nipple. She pulled it over the shirt and let it fall back – in slowwwwwww motion! Before she got the other one out, Maria reached in and took its weight in her hand. She thumbed the hard nipple and let it fall. Car gulped.

I had to adjust my stiff dick before I could lean over and lick an exquisite nipple. “Mmm, what did you dose this with? Tastes like vanilla and peaches. Very tasty.” Maria licked the other sexy nipple and agreed then sucked harder and we both GENTLY bit the hard nipples.

“Ugghh, ouu, that’s just me. Umm, what was I supposed to tell you . . . oh yes. I have never done anal beyond a finger or two in me and I got nothing from it, so no story there. My first sex? Let’s see . . . OH!” I had pulled her big tit up by its nipple and Maria mimicked me. We both let go at once and watched our fun bags collide and shake randomly. One tit had bounced back into the open shirt, so Maria easily slipped the sleeveless top over Car’s head and tossed it aside. We lifted the big bared tits to our mouths again.

Car quipped, “I guess I won’t be needing that again since I’m all bare now.” She shifted and her skirt raised higher and she left it exposing more of her chubby thighs.

“My canlı bahis siteleri FIRST is a short story. I had been dating someone for nearly a year and only let him finger or eat me. I like watching him spurt, but I wouldn’t swallow! He’s the same guy who deep fingered my ass. I was still a virgin at eighteen, so I decided that my real gift to me was real sex. During my birthday party, he took me to my bedroom and ate me til I came. I flipped over, hands on the bed, feet on the floor with my soaked bare ass and pussy aimed at him and whispered ‘Do me. Do me now!’ And he did. He took my cherry in two minutes and unloaded on my back and dress. When people asked why I changed, I answered truthfully that something spilled on it. The end. May I have my shirt back now?”

Car stared intently at her husband until he got the message. Enjoying his wife’s dare he chose DARE. Car brightened up, “Good! I dare you to eat Sue until she cums on your face. YOU have to undress her first.” ALL the rest of us groaned ‘WHOA!’ at the same time. This was heading exactly where we wanted.

“My dear, loving, sweet, wonderful wife, may I do that in sixty-nine?” he begged hopefully. She looked around at all the smiles, knowing that would mean both would be totally naked, and agreed. Chuck whooped loudly and as he got to his knees, slid his hand and Sue’s skirt to her waist. He pushed her arms straight up and deftly shifted her blouse over her head. Her bare, tiny tits slid out from under her shirt, perfect nipples already hard. He licked his lips and stared at her tall nips then shifted to the enlarged wet spot on her panties and grinned before helping her up.

With my topless wife in the circle center facing Chuck, he unhooked her skirt and let it fall. After a long stare at her shapely, toned legs, he put his face against her panties and slid them to the floor. Sue got her wish to be the first one naked. After admiring her light brown landing strip, he slowly turned her around by her sexy ass for a good look at her jogging-shaped cheeks. We all got a clear full frontal view as she slowly spun and soaked in the admiration. Chuck spread her cheeks and took a long look at her back door.

Sue pulled Chuck’s shirt off and helped him up. She knelt and loosened his tenting shorts. His dick was threatening to sneak out the bottom already. She slipped a hand under his shorts and whistled, “going commando today?” His shorts lunged and a bit of his helm escaped. As she unzipped and pulled the shorts off, she whispered to the stiff dick, “Whoa boy, you’ll be free in a second.” And it was. As the shorts hit the floor, his thick 8″ cock sprung up and slapped Sue’s ear.

As his balls swung free, Maria turned to Car and gave her a big ‘thumbs UP’ which Car happily returned. She added, “I’m very happy with his tools. I’ve always wanted to see them in action especially as they please another woman. I’m glad he gets to fill my friend.” I reached for the small remote behind us and clicked it in two directions, pointing at the two cameras aimed at us. “Are you recording this? Oh, I need a copy.”

“Yes I am.” I replied. “And there’s a third camera focused on us so we didn’t miss your tits on parade. You may take that camera and manually frame your husband eating and maybe fucking my wife, if you like.” Hiking her skirt showed that her panties were also wet, but she was at the camera ‘in a flash’ and circled the first two naked players. Enjoying all the amateur errors, she zoomed quickly into Sue’s tits, ass and pussy then her husbands stiff cock in Sue’s hand as she posed it on her leg and against her wet pussy.

“OK you two, Chuck on your back; Sue spin around and sit on his face. That stiff cock won’t wait, so you’ll have to make him spurt first before he can get you off. Then make him cum again.” She stayed with them until Sue swallowed his cock wholely down her throat and filled her belly with several strong spurts. She placed the camera back where it was and framed Maria and me before she sat back next to me with her hypnotic tits swinging freely. We watched the couple hump each other’s mouths for a while.

Mario spoke up, “I haven’t had my turn yet in this scrambled ToD game, so how about I dare Caroline to replicate Al’s FIRST two pussy munchings and her BJ? I want to see Caroline naked when she’s finished up.”

I looked at Car and helped her to the sofa edge. “I like the way you think, Mario.” My dick was at the edge of my shorts and Maria’s hand was helping it peek out, then hide as she gently stroked it. “I don’t remember any helping hand back then, but I would have loved it. If you make it shoot before I get it in Car, be neat and lick it all up, OK? Now, Car, we have been to second, but missed first.” I slid her skirt up as I leaned up to kiss her. Our tongues quickly merged and hugged.

I felt Maria push my shorts up to let half my cock free to explore her hot mouth. Mario latched onto the big, free tit and rubbed his shorts. I licked, then pinched her nipple hard before Frenching her again. Her moans were distracting her husband, but we didn’t care! I whispered, “I wanted to suck your tits while Sue watched from the first day I met you. Then I wanted to feel your hot pussy wrap and grip my cock as it filled you with cum. I hope you are on the pill.”

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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 20). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 22 – Discovering KC’s Talent. A High Stakes Vacation

Mark

Tom and I got back to my condo about six o’clock. I was very pleased to see that KC was still there. I was enthralled with her for some reason. I had to stop myself and test why I felt that way about her. She’d touched my heart as fast as Brita had only a week or so earlier.

I had to admit that I found her a lovely human being. Just like the other four girls, I could sit and watch and listen to her for hours and never be bored. She also made my heart beat faster, a feeling I really hadn’t felt until I met Elsa. It was new sensation then, and since, I’d found it with the other ‘sisters’ and Brita.

I suggested that we all go out to dinner at a place called Swans – a family restaurant on the edge of a large man-made lake southwest of the city. Everyone liked that idea, so I let security know our plans.

The girls went off to change, and I noted that Elsa and Cindy had taken KC under their wing. They came back to the living room twenty minutes later tastefully dressed. I loved how each of my girls could come up with so many different ‘looks.’ I had started to catalog them, and I was also learning favorite dresses and combinations that suited me. I especially praised those options.

We had some wine and cheese during the limousine ride out to Swans. Elsa told me the restaurant had that name because swans migrating north or south with the seasons stopped by the hundreds on the adjacent lake. I just liked the food and ambiance.

The advanced security team had already checked out the restaurant and gave us a nod as we disembarked in front of the place. It’s hard to look unobtrusive with a twelve person stretch limousine, and a nearby table of three men and one woman mostly dressed in black. An observant patron might have wondered about the bulges under their suit jackets.

As we started to get seated for dinner, Elsa made sure that KC got a place of honor between Tom and me. KC looked at me with such a grateful expression I thought I’d cry. I’d just made her day were it not for the fact that she’d already spent the day with the girls, a point that she talked about with great enthusiasm.

Elsa sat across from KC, and made sure that I appreciated KC’s artistic talent. She prompted KC to tell me about selling her first painting over $10,000. I then got KC to pull out her iPhone and show me photos she’d taken of some of her work. I loved every one of them, and hoped that the others did too. I told her I wanted to buy several of her originals, and the more I gushed over her work the brighter her blush. I was serious, but I think she thought I was being patronizing. She kept telling me I didn’t need to do that.

As we were prone to do on Sunday nights, we talked about our plans for the next week or two. I commented that I had a trip to San Diego at week’s end for two days. I could tell that piqued Elsa in some way.

Elsa triggered my interest in a lot of ways. She was braless, and wearing a top that was nearly see-through. Moreover, I knew from the limousine ride that she had gone commando. She’d flashed me more than a few times, and even made me hard on the ride to dinner.

Elsa came back to that point even after the conversation had moved on. “Mark, would you be willing to take next weekend off and fly somewhere for a small vacation – maybe in Mexico? I was thinking of Puerto Vallarta, but that’s only one idea. It’s not far from San Diego. We all just want time with you. Tom could come, and I haven’t thought who else.”

I felt KC go very quiet next to me, as though people were talking about a party for everyone else at the table except her.

Elsa picked up those vibes. She announced to anyone listening, “I am of course including KC in this idea.”

The change in demeanor, breathing, and body language was palpable. KC perked right up and brightened with a huge smile. At the same time, I saw tears form in her eyes about being included. She whispered to Elsa, “Thank you.”

I teased Elsa, “I like your thinking. Do you want to find us a place?”

Elsa looked surprised, “I guess. Sure.”

“I have some requirements you might like.”

Elsa looked questioning.

“You meet me there Friday afternoon and depart a week later on Sunday morning.”

Elsa burbled for a few seconds, “You mean canlı bahis şirketleri … nine days? “

“Yes. Oh, and a few other things.”

She gasped, “What?” The happy surprise was evident in her tone.

“First class all the way, but you probably guessed that. Tom and I can’t handle all of you women without help. You’re all going to be horny and wearing hardly any clothes. We need a few more males. Why don’t you invite those four guys you met and Carter, unless Mel doesn’t want him around.”

Mel smiled, “Carter being with us would be outstanding. He’s cool.”

I had a further idea, “Invite Andy and Margo too. Maybe we can do some team building between the CEO and the COO … and besides I like Margo.” I laughed at my attempt at understated humor. Everyone at the table except maybe KC knew I liked to fuck her on a frequent basis.

Elsa teased me, “You just want to team build in Margo’s pussy.”

I smiled, “Oh, there’s a thought.”

“You’re serious? You can take off that much time?” I asked in awe.

I explained, “I’m between deals. That week I was going to be home anyway, and I’d much rather be in a warm weather clime this time of year. Anything I need to do I can do by phone or computer.”

“Do you have any place you’d particularly like to go or see?”

“No. You girls pick it. Wait, another idea. Invite Brita. I know you don’t know her, but if she could come over it might give us a chance to all romance her a little, do some more business, and do that team building stuff.” I gave a lecherous grin.

Elsa’s head was swimming with ideas and with the responsibility I just dropped in her lap.”

Melanie leaned over to her, “Elsa, I’ll help you. I know some of his preferences, although this will be unique.”

We went through dinner. KC bubbled over about having been invited on the week away. She was doubly pleased when she realized I’d whisk her away in the company jet. The bigger worry then seemed to be what to take. Elsa told her, “That’s easy. You take two bathing suits: one decent and one as indecent as you dare. Anything else is superfluous for what I’m thinking.”

We laughed at that thought. I knew if she headed to Puerto Vallarta there were some very upscale restaurants and clubs, but she’d discover that after ten minutes on the Internet.

After dinner, we rode home. As we neared the city, Elsa asked KC, “Can you stay over again?”

KC nodded enthusiastically and those tears of joy pooled in her eyes again. I think I knew in that instant that we had a new permanent girlfriend or wife or whatever we were to each other. I didn’t want her to leave, and she obviously wanted to stay; a winning combination.

We had a relatively quiet night when it came to sex. I made love to KC and Elsa. The other girls went off to play with Tom or by themselves. After I was almost asleep, I became aware of Cindy and Melanie creeping into bed with us. Tom and Sheila apparently slept together.

Elsa

I held my panic in check. I had a week to structure a major vacation for fifteen of us, assuming everybody could attend. I was suddenly the planner and social secretary for Mark, not that I minded, but I didn’t want to screw up my first serious endeavor for him. It’d be so visible if there were a hitch.

Melanie helped me by giving me a checklist she’d developed about Mark’s travel. I noted the requirement to interface with Mark’s security and started that immediately, talking about our plans with Lucas – the head of security for Worthington – really for Mark.

Next, I had to arrange for the aircraft to be ready, and sort out the schedule so everyone could get there. I finally took in that Mark also owned a larger plane than the corporate jet I’d been on – a long-range custom 737 that could carry about thirty passengers in posh comfort across the ocean or continent. Mark would be in Southern California with the smaller plane anyway, but the rest of us would use the larger plane.

I then called the most upscale real estate agent I could find in the Puerto Vallarta area. When I described what I wanted I was put through to the head of the agency, and given the royal treatment. Ultimately, after checking about costs with Mark, I rented a large villa just north of the Mexican Riviera on a highly prized and very private stretch of land. After that it was back to security and the pilots for final approval. The pilots suggested a helicopter between airport and the villa since the place had a landing zone; I agreed and got him to set it up.

I took on the hardest personal invitations first. I called Brita Jean Thorsen, the CEO of Danskpharma. Amazingly, I got through to her in seconds just at the end of her business day.

“Elsa, this is Brita. I knew the name instantly when my secretary questioned your call. I am pleased beyond description to meet you, even if only by telephone.”

“Brita, the pleasure is all mine. Mark was so bubbly about meeting you and how you two connected canlı kaçak iddaa so well.” I allowed my double entendre to hang in the air for a second. “Part of that is why I am calling. We are planning a weeklong holiday starting on Friday in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. We are all hoping that you can make it. I think there will be about fifteen of us. Mark specifically asked that you come if you can.”

“Tell me more.”

I described the villa, timing, the other people we hoped could all come, transportation, and almost everything I knew, including security. The fact that Brita didn’t interrupt to tell me she couldn’t make it gave me hope she’d accept.

Finally, I took a deep breath. “Can you make it – Friday night to the following Sunday? Mark said you could return home via coming to headquarters here for a few days if that would also suit you. He said there were some beneficial meetings in which your presence would be valuable both to you and Worthington.”

There was a long silence and I heard some background chatter in Danish. I waited patiently. Brita came back, “In a word yes, I will be there. Saturday afternoon, I think; and I will visit Worthington headquarters on the way home. I will use my own plane to Puerto Vallarta. I’ll get arrival times and such to you by email, if you could arrange for transport to your villa in the helicopter you mentioned I’d appreciate it. I’ll have two security staff with me on the plane; I assume there is nearby housing for them?”

“Yes. I will text you the contact information for Lucas Donovan, our head of security. Your staff may wish to coordinate with him.”

“Perfect, and well done. I look forward to meeting you. Email me as your plans gel.”

“Hmmmm, errr, Brita, there’s one more thing I need to tell you about.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“The group that is going on this trip … errr, well, I don’t know how much Mark told you, but … well, we are very intimate with each other … and usually quite open about it. I mean, if you come, we can hold off …”

Brita interrupted and she was laughing, “Elsa, you needn’t be so nervous. I am an adult and I am far from being a virgin. What you suggest sounds scandalous … and like a lot of fun. I look forward the trip even more now. You just made me wet. Mark did tell me a little about the antics of you and your so-called sisters, so this is not unexpected. I really look forward to a very arousing and sexual vacation.”

“Thank you for being so understanding … and still agreeing to come.” I put a little emphasis on the last word.

“Oh, I shall cum all right … I hope you put that on everyone’s agenda. We will be in touch about arrangements and I will see you in Mexico. This is exciting in so many ways.”

We rang off.

Instead of calling Andy, who I obviously knew intimately, having made love with him only a couple of days earlier, I called Margo and told her about the trip, particularly about the wild sex I thought we’d have. She squealed in joy at the idea and told me she’d work on getting Andy to go. I left the rest in her hands.

One call to Deke and he practically exploded with enthusiasm about the whole idea. Two hours later, he called me back. Mike, James, and Ryan were in too. Carter could come too. We had the whole contingent: eight men and seven women.

I’d pretty well blown Monday getting everything set up, and I couldn’t have done it without Melanie’s help. I realized in the process that my boss at the architecture firm was being exceptionally solicitous of how I was using my time. I decided I’d better have a talk with him.

I went down the hall and knocked on his open door. “Greg, do you have a minute?”

“Certainly, come on in Elsa. What’s up?”

“A couple of things. I’ll tell you what they are and then we should talk.”

“Uh oh. Sounds ominous. I hope you’re not leaving us.”

“First, I’ve been here today, but haven’t done any project work – I’ve been totally unbillable. Mark asked me to set up a trip for next week, and I want to take time off to go with him. I’m feeling guilty about taking more and more time off, so I think I should go on part time status, I guess.”

Greg studied me for a minute and I could see the wheels and cogs in his head spinning in thought. “Elsa, you are a good hard worker and I don’t want to lose you; you’re one of the best people here and so creative. I can only imagine the pressures that being Mark Worthington’s girlfriend puts on you, and I am very sympathetic to that. I propose that you continue to work flexi time. You’ve been here almost five years. Come June, you were going to get a raise and an additional week of vacation time each year bringing you up to four weeks. We’ll see about the raise. You use that vacation time, and if you need you can even mortgage some time against your future accrual. If the need arises, we’ll just arrange for leave without pay, but I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

“Thank you, so. I am feeling so guilty.”

“Elsa, canlı kaçak bahis City University has an architecture program. Why don’t you talk to those people and see whether you can get an intern to work with you as an assistant. Unlike many places, we pay our interns. That would relieve you of some work after you get them up to speed, and they could cover for you, particularly over the summer timeframe when school is out.”

“I will, sir. Thank you.”

I went home that night feeling a lot better about my job at Darwin Architectural Group, and how I was nicking hours here and there away from it, usually at Mark’s behest in some way. I told Cindy about my talk with my boss, and she allowed as she would try to do the same thing.

Of course, that night I had a lot to share with everyone about the trip, and I did a great ‘show ‘n tell’ about the villa we’d rented. At least on the Internet, which we projected onto the large screen TV in the living room, the place looked spectacular. Mark looked at me with such pride; I thought I’d burst. I was so glad he liked what I’d arranged. I made sure to acknowledge Melanie’s help.

KC was missing at dinner. She was working at the art gallery until they closed at nine o’clock. Since we’d eaten on the early side, Melanie and I took a walk after dinner to find the gallery and to provide her some company. We strolled along the streets chatting madly with each other about the coming week and all the activities we could sample. About a hundred feet behind us were two armed ninja bodyguards each of whom resembled a line backer for the NFL. Talk about feeling safe much.

KC’s gallery was a brightly lit, stark, modern place with benches, a mechanical ceiling painted black, and about two hundred modern paintings hung on white walls. KC jumped up when Mel and I walked into the place. Her smile was brighter than the hundreds of halogen lights.

KC exuded, “I’m so glad you came to visit. This is almost one of my homes.” She gestured around at the gallery with her arms outstretched. I noted how sharply she was dressed.

We chatted a moment. I asked, “Where’s your stuff?”

KC pointed, “Just in that corner.”

We walked back that way, and I was instantly in love with ten large canvases ranging in size from four-by-four to seven or eight feet square. “KC, they’re all beautiful. No wonder you’re booked out.”

Mel said, “I know it’s not usual, but could I take pictures. We have to show Mark.”

KC nodded enthusiastically. They’re also on my website, but not in high resolution.”

We talked about art for a while. I asked, “Who owns the gallery?”

KC blushed, “I do. I’m just breaking even.”

“Then why do you have your stuff way in the back. You almost can’t see it from the window.”

“I guess I’m modest. I didn’t think it was that good, but I’m slowly starting to realize that some people like it.”

“Like it? People love it. You have all the right touch with color, tones, balance, the symbolism, and everything.”

Melanie asked, “Do you work here full time?”

KC shook her head. “No, I have three other women who also take a shift. Their work is displayed here too.” She pointed to three separate areas on the display floor. “They kind of rent display space.”

“Where do you paint?”

“I have a small studio in the loft I rent as an apartment. I get inspired at crazy hours. Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and then paint straight through for a day with barely anything to eat.”

“Just don’t cut off you ear,” Mel teased.

KC led us to a comfortable seating area near her desk. “What’s happening about the trip?”

I gave her a summary of the trip, travel arrangements, and then we used her desktop computer to look up the villa on the Internet.

KC teased, “This isn’t one of those scams where they get you to pay up front, and then you find the place belongs to someone else, is it?”

“Well, two of Mark’s security men are flying down there tomorrow to make sure the place is on the up and up. One of the past presidents of Mexico used to stay there. It’s very secluded, has a large safe room, and provisions for a ring of security around the place. We’ll be safe. Within a half-hour drive there are also some great restaurants.”

“What should I bring to wear, beside the bikinis you mentioned?”

I laughed, “I was only half kidding about the bikinis. I’d bring one regular bikini, one that is positively lewd, some casual clothes to travel in, and a cocktail dress and heels. I think you could fit everything I’m bringing in a small suitcase. From when we get up until dinner, we’ll be doing beach, ocean, or pool things, and evening we’ll probably dine out and then come home and get naked again.”

KC smiled and laughed joyfully, “I have fallen in with a group of sex-crazed maniacs … and I love it. I’ve always thought I was one too, and now I’m sure of it. You’ve all brought out the best in me.”

Mel commented in a serious tone, “We think that we are all hypersexual – and I mean that as a clinical condition. The other word is nymphomaniacs. We all just love sex all the time anywhere and almost with anyone.”

KC giggled, “My kind of people. You play to my long suit.”

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Part 4 of this story returns to the opening scene from Part 1 and returns to Jenny’s perspective. I encourage you to read the stories in order.

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I’m the only one there and the bartender looks eager for company. “What can I get you?”

“Umm. A shot. Anything. No, make it a Tequila.”

“Nervous?”

I nod as I reached for the shot. I’m shaking like a leaf. The liquid burns my throat. I’ve only drank Tequila one other night and that was almost 12 years ago.

I check my watch. No, he isn’t late, I’m early. Really early. I’m trying to relax and appear confident, but it’s hard. No one else ever made me feel this way. I hardly know him other than a long weekend and some recent texts and phone calls. But seeing him in person after all this time is a lot of pressure. What if he isn’t attracted to me? What if I’m not attracted to him? It’s been 12 years and a lot has changed.

This is too much, I can’t do this. I should leave. I place my credit card on the counter and run my hand through my hair trying to reconcile my conflicting feelings.

“You are so beautiful. And you still play with your hair when you get nervous.”

The baritone voice and light accent hasn’t changed in 12 years. He has started to grey, but his hair is still dark, thick and curly enough that I feel compelled to touch him. I slide of the stool and approach him, hesitantly. I decide a hug is safer, but his lips have suddenly found mine. Not a long kiss, but not a peck either. It feels good. Unexpected, but really good.

“I’m well. Especially now that the elusive Jenny has agreed to meet with me.”

He’s right. It was my fault nothing more happened between us. I was so caught up in my new career that I didn’t try to bridge the almost four thousand miles between us. Calls soon turned to emails, which turned into an occasional card. But then Mark emailed me last month to let me know he was coming to the United States to teach for the semester. Well, it made sense to connect over a meal. Neither of us are in a serious relationship, so we agreed to a lunch to start. I spent the last few days pretending not to care much about this casual reconnection, but the clothes I left strewn on my bed told a different story.

As I sign my bill, Mark steps closer to me and sniffs the shot glass. “Is this what I think it is?”

I laugh. “Yes, Mark. For sentimental reasons and nerves, I had a tequila. My first time in 12 years.”

“You don’t say. Don’t tell me you morphed back into reserved Jennifer?”

The short answer is yes, I have. But I’m not going to tell Mark that work had consumed me and I my love life wouldn’t even get an R rating. I certainly mobilbahis güvenilir mi haven’t been experiencing the kind of passion Mark and I had 12 years ago. But Ill let him continue to conjure up crazy fantasies he maintains about me.

“Oh Mark. Surely you know a Tigress can’t shed her stripes.” My wink earns a big laugh. Well played, Jenny, I think to myself.

The hostess seats us at a table with a beautiful view of the gardens and even though we were in a different city, I find myself wishing we could have had the view of the water, for old time’s sake.

Mark notices my apprehension and whispers to the hostess who is now moving us to a table on the other side. She removes the Reserved sign and pulls out my chair.

“How did you manage that, Mark? Oh, don’t tell me. You know someone who works here.”

Something like that. He laughs. “You have a great memory, Jenny.” Then he got serious. “Tell me, Jenny, is life good?”

I want to tell him all about the ups and downs of the past decade, but I hardly know him. So instead, I nod. “Life is good, even though I spend too much time at the office.”

He shakes his head. “Someone like you. Single. If I was here, I would be courting you every day.”

He has to be embellishing, right? But it still feels good to have someone flirt with me.

We continue to chat over lunch and Mark shares what he has been doing this past decade. I want to find out more about what happened with his wife, but I can tell it still hurts. Before we know it, the time is 1:30.

“Oh no, Mark. I’m so sorry. I have to be in a meeting by 2 and I need to leave now or I’ll be late.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s do this again.”

I can tell he is hurt, and he does his best to put on a smile. “As always, my Jenny, you have given me a couple of hours of pure sunshine. It was such a pleasure.”

As soon as I leave, I regret how I handled the lunch. I’m tempted to call him, but I have a lot to do for my upcoming presentation. As much as I try to focus the rest of the afternoon, I find myself thinking about Mark. I check my text, but there isn’t anything. What do you expect, Jennifer. You kinda blew him off again.

When I get home, I kick off my shoes, pour myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, grab a plate of strawberries, and let the tub fill up. I am going to treat myself tonight.

I slide off my clothes and allow myself to model in the full mirror. Running has kept my legs in great shape, though I could lose the crow’s feet around my eyes. My boobs still look good, but I find myself lifting them and imagining they were an inch higher and a size larger.

Maybe mobilbahis I held on to them a little longer than necessary, but it has been awhile since anyone had touched them, including me. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm. Soon I find myself watching my nipples grow harder in the mirror. I better stop, I think, before I miss my bath altogether.

I slide into the bubbles and close my eyes, treating myself to several more succulent strawberries. I soon find myself thinking about the harsh Tequila shot today and how different it was from my first two shots with Mark, which led to me losing my blouse and my virginity. I trace the outlines of my breasts, trying to remember Mark’s lingering tongue.

Maybe I should apologize. I pick up my phone. “How are you?”

He texts back, “Jenny! I miss you already.”

“Sorry about Lunch. Lost track of time. Forgive me?”

“Oh, Jenny, IDK. You keep breaking my heart.”

“I’ll make it up to you”

?

“I’ll think of something”

“You could start with a selfie”

“I can’t.”

“Heartbreaker”

“Naked in bath”

“Bubbles?”

“Yep”

“Cover yourself”

The angel on my right shoulder keeps whispering something about being a professional woman, but the devil on my left keeps pouring more wine and telling me to stop being so reserved. I laugh, blow hard towards my right shoulder and snap the picture. You can see the top of my breasts, but not enough to be scandalous. I hit send before I can change my mind.

“U are so sexy, Jenny”

“Now you need to send one.”

I feel the buzzing and look at his picture. Mark is still wearing the same outfit and he looks good. Really good.

“Not fair”

“Selfie. Just like you.”

“But I was naked in the bath”

“Covered up”

“Please. Show me skin.” I can’t believe the words forming in my head. My phone buzzes again and this time he has no shirt. He looks good. He has filled out some, but it is in the right places. No belly and his broad shoulders now have more muscle on them. I feel myself wanting more.

“Your turn”

What does he mean? I’m not going to send him anything else.

“Done with pictures for the night”

“No fair. You’ve got to give me something”

“Okay, touching my breast right now.”

“Really?”

“Yep”

“I should be there. Remember the first time?”

“Of course.” How could I forget? He made me come just using his hands and mouth on my breasts. I start to rub my breasts while talking into my phone. “What about you?”

?

“Whatcha doing? R u hard?”

“Maybe”

“Now who’s a tease?”

“LOL. mobilbahis giriş Yes. Very Hard. Stroking myself.”

“Where r u?”

“Hotel”

“Picture”

I can see his hotel room, but not him. But then I look closely in the mirror and see his reflection. He isn’t kidding- he is hard. I dip my hand and slowly rub.

“Nice. Can we have a do over?”

“U seemed busy”

I don’t know why, but at that moment I really want Mark. I start to imagine him naked in front of me. I would do anything to have him inside me right now.

“Please, I’ll make it up to u”

?

“2nd Fantasy”

“U remember?

“Vividly”

“Deal. Saturday night. Instructions to follow. Step 1: Save yourself”

“Will do. U2”

I try to save myself, But my hormones are racing and it has been so long. Too long. Before I realized what I am doing, my hand starts stroking myself. I close my eyes and grab my left breast with my right hand while my left hand continues to rub in circles. It comes on me suddenly and before I know it, I am seeing sparks and my head bangs against the tub. I laugh. A big hearty laugh that I haven’t felt in a long time. That Mark, I think to myself. How does he do this to my body?

I dry myself off and put on my towel and make a quick salad. As I am cleaning up the kitchen, my mind wanders back to that picture of Mark. Using my fingers, I expand the picture he sent and take a screen shot. He really does look so yummy. His dark patch of hair on his abdomen seems to invite me to keep dropping lower and lower.

I clean up the dishes and go upstairs to read. I take off my towel and jump in the covers. Normally I wear panties or shorts, but tonight I want to feel the sheets against my body. Soon, my nipples are hard again. I can’t concentrate on my book, so I pull up some stories online. In no time, I find myself wet again. I need something inside of me this time. More than just my fingers. I want to feel full. I still remember the feeling of Mark stretching me.

Wait, I have that gag gift from Kat’s bachelorette party. I remove the packaging and insert the batteries. Now back in bed, I turn the setting to low and push the thick dildo inside of me. I pull it out a little and slowly push it in deeper. It’s almost too thick, even though I’m very wet. A moan escapes as I put it in another inch. The squishing sound brings back memories and I soon find myself pushing it in and out faster. My left hand finds my clit and I start to slowly rub. My right hand continues to push this thick object stretching me until I find myself trembling and grabbing onto the bed with my free hand. I’m struggling to keep quiet but suddenly a noise rumbles from my throat, like a wild animal crying out. Hopefully my neighbors didn’t hear that. I’d be mortified if they did. I find myself falling asleep and turn out the light, letting my head rest next to my new toy and my phone, which I realize was on.

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This story is a fantasy based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the not quite innocent and the blissfully oblivious.

As difficult as it may be to believe, the real story actually begins with the end of a relationship. But first, indulge me in a little back-story.

Fuck online dating sites. I hate them. They’re useless. They’re full of the undateable people, the ones you would walk by on the street and never give a second look to. Women like the crazy friend of the girl you’re trying to date that you hope your buddy will distract for a while. Or the obnoxious snot that your high school science teacher always matched you up with as a lab partner and you hated them for it. Or the uptight one that was a friend of a friend that you used to sit at the same table with at lunch that you used to say nasty things to just to get a reaction out of them. Yeah, they’re all there.

The websites themselves are all clusterfucks. You can spend hours browsing through the too heavy, the too short, the mentally deficient, and the batshit crazy. If you’re lucky you’ll find a profile of someone who seems attractive and normal, write them a witty message, and never hear back from them. As far as finding what you’re looking for, you may as well go shopping for a prom dress in the dollar store. That’s what it feels like most of the time. But please don’t get offended by my dim view of dating sites. I’m all over them.

I mean, when you’re a 40 year old single dad, a homebody with a small group of friends, what are your other options? Despite my struggles, I’ve heard plenty of success stories. So I figure if I’m lucky I might find someone I like, someone that doesn’t make me cringe when I look at them, someone that I can stand being with, someone that may not be looking to chop me into little pieces and hide them in their freezer, someone that can help me overcome the crushing loneliness I feel when I don’t have my daughter, and of course someone I can fuck when I’m horny, which even though I’m 40 is still pretty often. It doesn’t really sound like too much to ask for, does it?

Anyway, let me get on with the story. I was divorced for two years when I met Wendy. Two years! That was two years of trolling around the dating sites. Two years of debating whether or not paying for one of the premium sites was a good idea (hint: no), or waiting for the “free communication weekends” to try to blow through the nonsensical steps on Dr. Neil Clark Warren’s site and actually get into a conversation with someone, only to belatedly realize that she put down that she was a frequent smoker, even though I specifically filtered smokers out of my matches. Two years of hoping that the new message notification I just got on one of the free sites wasn’t from a girl in the Philippines looking to be a mail order bride. Of rolling my eyes every time I got a notification from one of the other free sites that someone wants to meet me, because of the hundreds of notifications I’d gotten already, I hadn’t seen one I’d actually consider meeting yet.

Sometime in the past year I stumbled across a new dating site. It was a site with a different concept than the others. It would send you a match every day. You could like or pass. If you hit like and she hit like, you were connected for 8 days. 8 days to chat and get to know each other. If you hit it off you could move on to talking on the phone or sexting or shopping for curtains or whatever floated your boat.

The biggest issue with the new site was that it had no sense of distance. I live in a small down close to Frederick, Maryland. The ‘big cities’ Baltimore and Washington were a long way off, yet 90% of my matches lived there. I wasn’t a city person to begin with, so the thought of driving an hour or more through heavy traffic to meet a match was unappealing and impractical. I had a full time job and a custody schedule. A long distance relationship just wouldn’t work, not at this point in my life. Sometimes I would like a particularly attractive or interesting match from one of the cities, just for kicks. Sometimes they’d like me back. We’d chat. They’d ask to meet. I’d politely decline. They wouldn’t understand. I’d feel like an ass. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Online dating sucks.

Despite it all, I did occasionally manage to connect with women sometimes. Over the last two years I’d met several women. Many never got past the first date. We’d meet at a diner or a Starbucks. We’d sit and chat for an hour. Sometimes it was pleasant. Sometimes it was awkward. A few times the woman couldn’t get away from me fast enough at the end. “Thanks for a nice time,” they would say once we were outside, standing a safe distance apart. Then they would turn and practically run to their car. No handshake, no friendly hug and certainly no goodbye kiss. My friends couldn’t understand how that could happen. I was 5’11, 165 pounds, with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m a good guy for the most part, funny and well-spoken, reasonably fit for my age. So why weren’t women interested? I’d shrug my shoulders. internet casino It is what it is; I’d sigh, swallow my frustration, and move on.

If I made it to a second date there would be a different vibe. What happens now? I would think. Dating before I got married seemed much easier and I think it was because I had so much more free time then. Now I had to fit dates around my custody schedule, and usually the woman’s custody schedule too. When your schedules only match up one day every two weeks there’s an added pressure. Time was precious now. We had to make every moment count, and I could feel the subtle pressure. After most second dates I’d get a hug and maybe a quick kiss. I’d wander away wondering where all of the fast-moving women were. I never seemed to find them.

The few third dates I’d been on were even more awkward. I’d read enough about dating the past two years. Supposedly the third date is when a lot of people are ready to have sex. Not my dates, though. I may get a longer kiss, an awkward moment in semi-privacy while we clumsily make out for a few seconds. And that would be it. I hadn’t made it past that third date yet. The three third dates I’d been on were all my last. A couple of days afterward I would invariably get a text that they think I’m a great guy but it just isn’t working out. I could just about set my watch to it, and pretty much write the text for them. They’d like to be friends (nobody really means this), and that would be that. I’d be left wondering what I’m doing, or what I’m not doing, that was causing these relationships to end the way they were. But I’m digressing again.

So then one day my daily match was Wendy. She only lived a couple of towns over. She was a few years younger than I was. She was heavy but reasonably attractive. I liked her face. I clicked like. The next day I must have shown up as her daily match and she clicked like too. The app sent me a practically delirious notification. We were connected.

She immediately gave me her phone number. Whoa. That wasn’t the protocol. The 8 days we got to chat on the app was for our safety as much as anything else. 8 days to make sure the other person wasn’t crazy, or a Satanist, or didn’t know when they should use their, they’re, or there. Naturally I balked. I hate this app, she said. I hate it too, I said, but I prefer to get to know someone a little first. She relented, and we messaged back and forth for a day or so. Then she said, please, every time I open this app on my phone it crashes. Fine, I thought to myself, scrolling up through our messages to find her number. We’ll text.

Wendy worked in day care, chasing around a bunch of unruly toddlers all day. It worked for her because she was able to be with her son. The money wasn’t good, but her ex husband was good to her financially. It’s good that you have a good relationship with your ex, I remember texting her. I didn’t. I shared a couple of quick stories with her. You’re not supposed to complain about your ex, but sometimes I just can’t help myself. It’s my life, and I can’t hide it or pretend something different. She started texting me a series of “getting to know you” questions, what’s your favorite this, your favorite that. There were dozens of them. She must have been cutting and pasting them from somewhere. Luckily it was a slow day at work for me. I answered her texts when nobody was looking. I idly wondered how much time she spent texting instead of watching the kids. We were two adults, goofing off at work. You’d think we’d have known better, but sometimes the excitement of getting to know someone makes you forget about everything else.

It didn’t take us much longer to meet than it took us to figure out when our schedules would allow us to. Two weeks, maybe three. It was a Saturday afternoon. We picked a deli midway between us, about 10 minutes away from both of us. I never ate there but I heard good things about it. I showed up a few minutes early. She showed up a few minutes late. She looked like she did in her pictures, more or less. Up close it was clear this was a woman who spent too much time in the sun. Her skin was red and heavily freckled. She was about 5’7, and even for a large woman, her breasts were huge. I made a point of not looking at them. I can maintain eye contact, I thought to myself. I’d never been with big-chested women before, but a lot of the women I had been meeting lately were buxom. I didn’t want to be one of those guys who was staring at their chest when I talked to them. I was better than that, I thought to myself, my eyes involuntarily drifting to the hint of cleavage she was showing. Damn.

Lunch was pleasant. Conversation flowed freely. We got along great; however I did note two major red flags about her. One, she mentioned that she was much heavier when she was younger, weighing as much as 350 pounds and eventually losing a lot of weight. Like I said I don’t mind heavy women, but obesity was a different story, and people who lose a lot of weight can’t always keep it off. Second, she admitted to being a major pot smoker. canlı poker oyna I don’t smoke when my son is around, she added quickly… but sometimes on my free weekends with my friends… it’s so relaxing.

I’m not as uptight as I used to be, but I still have no interest in drugs. In fact, somewhere in the hundreds of questions I answered on my dating site profile, they ask about your views on drug use, and I made the comment, ‘if you hand me a joint, your name had better be Paul McCartney.’ So why didn’t I excuse myself right then and sneak out the bathroom window? Well, for one thing there wasn’t a window in the bathroom smartass. The truth is I guess that after two years of being single and getting nowhere my standards were dropping. Besides, I was having a good time with her, despite her foibles.

We finished lunch and felt like we should get out of the restaurant. “There’s a Starbucks a couple of miles down the road,” Wendy said to me, “If you’d like we can go there and hang out a while longer.” I agreed, and we got into our cars and I followed her there. I didn’t drink coffee, so I went to use the restroom while she ordered an iced coffee something something.

We found a table and talked for another two hours. I started mentally preparing for the end of the date. What do I do, do I hug her? Do I kiss her? Will she make it obvious what she’s expecting? Will she initiate? We walked outside and she walked right over to her car. She put her hand on the door. She looked like she was about to make a run for it. Wait, we had a better date than that. Why was she running?

“I had a really nice time,” Wendy said to me, and she paused. I studied her body language. Nothing about it said come closer to me, hug me, or kiss me. I stayed back.

“Me too,” I said, and I watched her open the door and climb into her car, then I walked away.

We texted again as soon as we both were home. You know, I really wanted to kiss you. I said to her. Why didn’t you? She replied. You gave me no indication that you wanted me to, I said. I figured you didn’t want to, she replied. Well, next time then, I said. Dating is hard.

Of course next time was two long weeks away. It was the next time I was free and she was free. We met for lunch again at the exact same place we went to the first time (it was her favorite) and then caught a matinee. After the movie we finally had our first kiss, outside her car in full view of everyone. I felt, well, something, which was good. It was anticipation, maybe? I had brushed a strand of hair away from her face, so I had one hand on her face and the other on her thick arm. I drove away thinking, okay, this is good.

Wendy had rearranged her custody schedule with her ex so it was three long weeks before we could meet again. This time she met me at my house and then we drove together to Ellicott City. We had lunch at a place someone recommended to her. We found a place that had old arcade games and ran around like children. We walked around the town. I wanted to be romantic and affectionate, but I couldn’t seem to find the right moments. We did hold hands while we walked around the town. Do I lean over and kiss her? We sat down on a bench on the sidewalk. Do I kiss her now? I finally did kiss her, awkwardly, because I got tired of waiting for the right moment to come along. I felt like I was sixteen again. However, I could hear a grumbling somewhere in the back of my mind. It shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t feel like I’m forcing myself.

Once we had our fill of the town we got back into my car and just drove around. It was one of my favorite things to do. I avoided the major arteries and took her on a scenic drive through the secluded country roads of rural Maryland. I know you’re thinking one of two things, either you’re thinking she’s too trusting to let me drive her out to the middle of nowhere, or that I did it on purpose in order to get her out to the middle of nowhere. Well, maybe she was naïve, but no, I didn’t have any ulterior motives. For all I know I was actually supposed to pull off into an empty field or something and throw myself at her. How would you know for sure that was something I was supposed to do in that situation? Do they have an app for that?

Eventually I drove us back towards our neighborhood and we picked an Italian restaurant for dinner. We got back into my car and I drove her to my place where her car was. She got out of my car and started walking towards hers. Wait, didn’t she want to come inside my house? I wasn’t necessarily expecting sex but I was expecting… something. Wendy took a few steps away and turned to face me. “I really had a great time,” she said, and I moved up to her and kissed her. I don’t know if I was confused or frustrated, but even the tingly anticipation I felt during our first kiss was gone. She pulled away and got into her car. I wandered back into my house, too frustrated to even jerk off.

We texted normally for a couple of days. Good morning, I always started off saying shortly before I left for work. She would poker oyna reply and we would make some small talk. I would invariably make some comment about the traffic after I got to work, or tell her about some crazy thing that happened during the course of my day. On Tuesday she didn’t respond to me after good morning, and I started to get the sneaking suspicion that something was wrong. The entire day passed in silence.

Finally about 8pm the text came. I knew it was bad news just from the size of the text. You’re a really great guy, blah blah blah, but I just don’t see this working out, blah blah blah, I sincerely hope we can be friends, blah blah blah. I’m not sure I even read the entire text all the way through. Who has the stomach for all of this breakup crap anyway?

I thought that I should’ve been upset, but it turned out I wasn’t. Not really. As much as I enjoyed spending time with her I found that I just wasn’t that into her. I realized that I was forcing the romantic moments, hoping to feel something for her. Part of me was downright relieved that I didn’t have to keep trying to push forward with this woman, the pothead with the weight problem. I texted her that I understood and that I hoped we could be friends too. Then I deleted our conversation. I figured that was it. That was the last I would hear from Wendy, except maybe to see her photo in my matches on a dating site once in a while. But like I said before, the real story begins with the end of our relationship.

I texted my closest friends as soon as I was done texting Wendy. My two closest friends are both female. One is a woman I’d known since college. We were always just friends. She got married and had a kid. I got married and had a kid. She got divorced and I got divorced. Why didn’t we hook up now? I know that’s what you’re wondering. It’s not something I can explain easily. The best explanation I can offer is if you knew her like I knew her, you’d know why.

My other closest friend is actually one of the women that I dated three times and then became friends with. It just didn’t work out between us, but we both said we wanted to be friends and meant it. She lived closer to DC and the distance was one of our obstacles, but whenever one of us was in the other’s neighborhood we would try to meet up for lunch or dinner. She actually got into a serious relationship with the next guy she dated after me, so I always teased her about how lucky she was that she dumped me when she did. Both of my friends were wonderfully sympathetic and optimistic.

In my spare time the next day I fine-tuned my profiles on the dating websites. I added a new selfie I took of myself, smiling in my car with my new shades on. I tweaked some of the essay language about who I am and who I was looking for. I tried to convey a hint of melancholy and depth of character. Whatever would get a woman’s attention, right? I eagerly kept going back to the dating apps again and again whenever I had a spare moment during the day. Was my new picture and profile getting any hits? No, no they weren’t. I sighed.

After dinner I settled into my recliner to watch the O’s game. About 8:15 I got a text message. I peered at my phone. It was Wendy. I really wasn’t expecting to hear from her again, but it wasn’t words; it was some kind of voice message. That was odd, I thought to myself. I didn’t know you could do that. Before I could even think about opening the message, my phone rang. It was Wendy. That was odder still. We’d known each other for two months, gone on three dates, and never spoke on the phone before.

“Hi, don’t listen to that,” Wendy said. She sounded out of breath.

“Umm… okay,” I replied.

“I was just messing around with my friends,” Wendy said. There was a pause. “So, how are you?” She asked.

“Okay, how are you?” I echoed, totally perplexed.

“My friends and I were talking about what kind of jobs I’d be good at and one of them mentioned phone sex operator,” Wendy said, the words coming out in a rush, “I just wanted to warn you what it was before you opened it.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Well, have a good night!” Wendy said.

“You too,” I mumbled, and hung up. I toggled back to the text message. It was a 7 second file. I hit play. “Oh, I want to wrap my mouth around your dick,” she said breathlessly, and then she dissolved into laughter, joined by her friends. The file ended. I stared at my phone in disbelief.

I mean, how did she manage to ‘accidentally’ record her voice and then ‘accidentally’ text it to me? I wondered. I shook my head. If life was anything, it was never boring, I mumbled to myself, and set about texting my friends about what just happened. My college friend’s reaction was typical of her. What a wacko, she texted. You’re lucky she broke up with you.

My other friend’s reaction was a little different. Maybe she’s telling you what she really wants to do to you, Danielle texted. I scoffed. Yeah, one day she says she just wants to be my friend, the next she wants to wrap her mouth around my dick, I replied to her. Yeah, Danielle replied, fuck buddies. Think about it, she continued, what are the chances she just ‘accidentally’ texted something like that to a guy she just broke up with? She’s either telling you what she really wants or she’s a complete idiot.

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