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As chat up lines go it was certainly different.

“At least give us your knickers to sniff then.” My colleague suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Stevie Taylor was the IT King at Owen Martins and was known as ‘the Office Bull’ because he had a reputation for bedding a lot of women including several female members of staff… but he was also the sleaziest man in the world. He made my flesh creep and turned me on in equal measures.

“Nooooooooo I will not!” I sighed as I dismissed his request.

This was the Monday of the second week Stevie and I had worked long hours re-programming and updating the company data base and as usual, he was taking every opportunity to introduce sex into the conversation. Although I’d worked for the Company for over 3 years this was the first time I’d ever had to work closely with him and it was a little bit unnerving.

“I bet you wear really sexy knickers,” the pervert continued, “a thong? A tiny G-string? Open crotch? Yes…that’s it!” Stevie chuckled when I glared at him, “I bet you’re wearing cheap, red tacky open-crotch knickers!”

“I am not!” I maintained, “Now let’s get back to work”. I knew I should ignore him but he just kept going on and on like yappy terrier.

Stevie was incorrigible; all he seemed to do whenever I saw him at lunch or whatever was talk about sex; his conquests at the weekend, his potential conquests, magazines that he’d seen, porn on the internet and girls he wanted to have sex with — detailing exactly what he wanted to do to and with them.

I look back now and it was probably ‘sexual harassment in the workplace’, but Stevie was one of those people that oozed charm and charisma meaning that everyone just laughed along with him.

“So what type are you wearing then?” The hairy faced geek continued beating me down.

“I’m not telling you!” I was becoming flustered now but I wondered if it would be simpler just to tell him. This was the third night in a row this week, for us to work together until midnight. Stevie had finished his part of the job so had spent the last hour or so asking me to go into the toilets for a ‘quick shag because his nuts were busting’ and I consistently refused his lecherous request.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to but I couldn’t, could I? I’m Julie; 39 years old, married with 2 teenage sons, a Senior HR Executive and I’ve been told that I look a bit like the red-headed singer Reba McIntyre and I’m bored shitless with my life!

“I’m not even your type.” I muttered as I kept furiously typing so I didn’t have to think about him and what he wanted to do with me.

“So,” the Gremlin grinned, “what is my type, then?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Common, slutty, trampy, easy women that wear too much make-up and not enough clothes…..tarts!” I felt like I’d won a small victory when he finally fell silent for a moment or two.

“I’ve got to admit,” Stevie heaved a sigh as he eased closer to me slowly enunciating every word slowly into my ear, “Actually….I have fucked a lot of women like that…but I like a challenge too and I’ve literally fucked the arse off scores of women just like you!”

He was so close to me now I could smell him. It wasn’t a bad smell but not a pleasant one either…just ‘his smell’. He was quite a bit younger than me — in his mid twenties and had dark shaggy hair. He hardly ever shaved and dressed very casually which made him stand out in our very conservative office. His choice of clothes always looked like someone else did his shopping for him. Nothing ever matched and he did like bright colours which is always unusual in a man. He probably thought he looked a bit like Brad Pitt or that singer in Oasis.

I on the other hand am always immaculately dressed in smart business attire; usually from M& S but sometimes with a few Designer names added for extra effect.

“What do you mean ‘women like me’?” I nervously asked as I typed so fast it looked like I was using a foreign language — thank God for ‘spell check’.

He smiled, guessing that he was making progress. It was an easy-going smile. A confident smile. A predator’s smile. The smile I presume a lion smiles just before it sinks its teeth into a zebra at a water hole.

“Women who are married but bored. Women who have deep dark desires that they want fulfilling; but don’t know how to go about it.” Stevie’s voice had now dropped several octaves and was becoming very husky….which could have been the result of the 40 cigarettes a day he smoked.

That was ‘his smell’! Cigarettes, beer and cheap cologne! Hooray! I’d cracked it!

“They’ve usually got the looks, the career, the clothes, the house, the big flash car, the holidays abroad but….” He paused as I stopped typing, my fingers frozen to the keyboard, “but deep down they need some passion put back into their lives!”

‘My God!!’ I thought…..’He could be a psychiatrist! He’d just described me and my life to a T.

I have my glorious career a 6 bedroom/3 bathroom house, my own BMW 3 series, a handsome husband with casino siteleri his own property business but who works long hours and weekends, we have a nice villa on Majorca but….but…but…something was missing; it was all so hollow and shallow.

Stevie was now sitting so close to me as he whispered into my ear I could feel the heat from his body. His fingers were soon inside my blouse and caressing the soft flesh of my boob. He was so gentle I could hardly feel his touch but it also felt like a thousand watts of electricity surging through my skin as he tried to peel my bra back.

I suddenly jumped up pushed him away and announced, “Enough! I need a cup of coffee!” Then I fled out of the office to the tea room. My hands were shaking as I filled the kettle with water.

I sensed that he was standing behind me in the doorway as I stared out of the window into the twinkling darkness of our city.

My mouth was as dry as a digestive biscuit but I managed to utter; “Why do you want my….you know….knickers?”

Stevie quietly chuckled.

“So I can sniff them and wrap them around my stiffy and wank into them while I think about you bending over your desk with your skirt up over your bare arse and your legs wide apart…begging me to fuck you. Come on Jools…my balls are bursting….you can’t leave me like this.”

I whispered. “You’re disgusting….you know that, don’t you?”

“I can be as disgusting as you want me to be.” The laugh in his voice getting louder, “Every perversion can be catered for!”

I was trembling as I slowly turned my head towards him. He’d finally worn me down after 3 full days of pestering and sexy talk.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone….would you?” My voice was barely audible now as I considered his proposition.

“Fuck no!” He chortled. “It’ll be our little secret…..I bet you’ve got lots of little secrets.”

“When would you….you know….actually do it?” My heart was thumping and I actually felt sick as I uttered the words.

“As soon as I get home!” He was now grinning like a fool and rubbing the bulge in his baggy cords.

Actually I did want to watch him masturbate….desperately so. As a teenager I’d sometimes hidden behind the bedroom door to watch my brothers masturbate then rush back to my own room and play with myself. Only one boyfriend had ever done it for me and my husband has always claimed that it’s something that he’s never done.

“I don’t know…..” My words tailed off as I poured the boiling water into my cup. Still not looking him in the eye I checked my watch. It was nearly 11pm and we were nearly finished for the night. I was trembling as I sipped my coffee. Stevie stared silently at me continuously rubbing his erection – which did look rather large!

“Wait there then.” My mouth was so dry my voice was hardly audible.

I shivered as I brushed passed him on my way to the ladies room.

I was struggling to breathe as I lifted my skirt and eased my peach satin thong down my thighs. My brain felt like a huge marshmallow as I tried to decide if I was doing the right thing. It was probably 20 years since I’d last done anything that could be considered ‘naughty’ and even then it was nothing like this. Could I really give a horny work colleague my knickers to masturbate into?

It was strangely liberating as I walked along the corridor back to the kitchen…..knickerless.

Stevie was looking apprehensive when I opened the door.

“Here, but I want them back.” I said as I dropped my panties onto the table, without thinking about the consequences.

“You little minx!” Stevie laughed as he picked my small thong up and examined them, running his finger along the warm damp crotch. I tried to look blank as he put them to his face and inhaled deeply but my nipples suddenly popped out like a pair of thimbles.

I didn’t move an inch as Stevie kept my panties pressed to his face and held his hand out and tickled my erect nipples for a few seconds.

“We should go home now.” I nonchalantly told him as I turned away and poured the full cup of coffee down the sink.

We didn’t speak another word as Stevie did a security check and I packed my laptop away. As he finally turned the key in the lock he looked at me and winked. I smiled a knowing smile.

“Goodnight.” We said in unison; then he turned to walk home and I crossed the car park.

My stomach was turning somersaults as I lifted my skirt to keep checking that my pulsating pussy was really uncovered as I drove home. I arrived home at 11.45 to find my two sons bickering in the kitchen as two different types of music blared out of their respective bedrooms and Greg my husband was already fast asleep in bed, no doubt aided by half a bottle of malt whisky.

I struggled to get to sleep as I contemplated what I’d done. My fingers kept wandering between my legs to touch my sticky vagina but I couldn’t find the courage to masturbate and relieve my sexual tension as I lay next to my drunken husband.

The following day I arrived at slot oyna my desk to find a post-it note on my chair. ‘There’s a present for you in the top drawer’.

I tentatively opened it to find yesterday’s knickers scrunched up into a ball. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone who looked like they were going to visit me so I took them out and examined them.

I was nearly overcome by the smell of sex as I unfolded my soiled thong. The satin material was absolutely coated in hardened cum but the crotch was still sticky and warm! The dirty bugger must have used them one last time this morning….in my office. I threw them back into the drawer when my assistant knocked on the door.

“Good morning.” She smiled as she placed my post on the desk. “Are you ok? You look a bit….flushed?”

I smiled and told her I was fine.

The afternoon dragged by. Every time I saw movement outside my office I looked up hoping it would be Stevie but it never was. I contented myself with secretly touching and sniffing my dirty knickers that he had used to masturbate in; making myself incredibly horny. Every ten minutes or so I would open the drawer to look at the soiled panties and the smell of dried sperm was very nearly over powering. In fact the stench and feel made me the horniest I’d felt in a lot of years. So much so I was even tempted to go into the ladies toilet and masturbate myself….but I resisted.

I finally spotted him at 5pm just as everyone was leaving. He smiled and mimed drinking a cup of coffee. My stomach was spinning as I smiled and nodded agreement that I wanted a cup.

10 minutes later he sauntered into my office with two cups. We chatted about work and what was planned for the evening for 10 or 15 minutes. I tried to remain calm but all I could think about was the pair of soiled knickers in my drawer.

Just as he finished his coffee he grinned and asked, “Did you like my little present?”

I instantly blushed but nodded in the affirmative.

“I wanked off into them three times last night!” Stevie looked very pleased with himself.

“They were….were,” I stammered, “still…..wet.”

“I thought you’d like that.” He grinned, “I cracked one out in here this morning too.”

“You truly are a disgusting man.” I told him, with a little smile.

“Did you finger yourself when you got home?” Stevie asked in a matter of fact way as we walked towards the main office.

“I did not!” I told him indignantly, “Any way, I wouldn’t tell you even if I did!” Then I poked him in the ribs with my elbow.

I tried to remain dignified as Stevie pestered me all evening about the knickers I’d given him the previous night and what he’d been thinking about while he was wanking into them. He took great pleasure in telling me exactly how much ‘stuff’ he’d expelled each time. I tried to hide my feelings especially as I thought that my pussy might explode but eventually my erect nipples gave me away.

At one stage he was standing behind me watching me work on screen, it didn’t take him long to begin rubbing his erection against my back. When I didn’t complain he slid his arms around me and cupped my breasts making me sigh. I let him massage them for a couple of minutes then shrugged him off telling him that ‘we had work to do.’

As the evening wore on he kept asking what underwear I had on and making lewd suggestive comments.

At 8.30 we stopped for a break.

“Are you going to give me your knickers again tonight?” He asked as I organised some sandwiches.

Without hesitating I teased him by saying “I might. I haven’t decided.”

He continued like this for nearly 20 minutes — trying to guess what I was wearing and telling me again how much he’d enjoyed wanking into the pair the previous night.

“If you can guess what colour they are….you can have them.” I giggled.

“Pink.” He immediately replied.

I was stunned and pulled a funny face.

“How did you guess?”

“You look like you always wear a matching set.” He smiled a winning smile.

Of course! I always wore matching underwear and he’d already seen my bra. Shit!

“Can I have them now?” He asked.

“Why now?”

“I want to watch you walking around knowing you haven’t got any knickers on for the rest of the night.”

I gulped. That was exactly how I was feeling, especially after ‘not having knickers on’ the previous evening had been such a turn on.

I smiled and made to walk out of the kitchen.

“No.” Stevie put his hand up to stop me, “take them off in here in front of me.”

We were on opposite sides of the small room and his hypnotic baby blue eyes were locked on mine. For the first time in my life I couldn’t stop myself doing something outrageous.

Without saying a word I hitched my grey pleated skirt up to my thighs and fumbled for the elastic at the top of my thong.

“Higher…lift it higher than that.” Stevie demanded in low voice.

My heart was pounding as I lifted my skirt as ordered, with one hand and began removing my canlı casino siteleri panties with the other; never taking my eyes off his.

His mouth broke into a huge grin.

“Stockings! I love women in stockings.”

I already knew that from previous conversations and had worn barely black hold-ups with a wide lace welt especially for him; but he didn’t know that.

As I pulled my panties down my legs I knew he was also getting a clear look at my hairy ginger pubes. Then when I had to lift my foot to step out of them I knew he could actually see my pussy as well. I’d never ever felt like this before and was revelling in my new found naughtiness.

As I threw my panties across the room to him I straightened my skirt as if I’d just done the most natural thing in the world.

Stevie easily caught them and pressed them against his face and inhaled my musk.

“MMMmmm.” He purred, “I love the smell of warm pussy.” Then placed them in his shirt pocket with a little bit sticking out like a handkerchief.

It felt really odd but very liberating and very, very sexy wandering around the office with no knickers on under my skirt; especially as Stevie obviously knew my secret.

As we worked he kept asking how often I wore stockings and did I ever wear suspenders with real nylons?

At first I told him I hardly wore them then admitted to wearing nice sexy underwear and hold-ups to make me feel ‘good’ and I did occasionally wear stockings and suspenders…..on special occasions. This really pleased him and he made me promise to wear a set the following day.

As we finished work at 11.30 Stevie asked me if I wanted a coffee before we left for home. I guessed that he had some other kind of agenda on his mind but agreed anyway.

As I waited for the kettle to boil Stevie flamboyantly sniffed my knickers for what must have been the 90th time of the night.

“Show me your beaver again.” He told me in quite a forceful way. Without hesitating I lifted my skirt with both hands so he got a full view of my stocking tops, pubes and pussy.

With my knickers still pressed against his face he began unbuckling his belt. I began shaking with excitement as he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. I was so excited my mouth hung open as he pulled his underpants down and his penis came into view. The purple tip was poking out of his floppy foreskin and it reminded me of a King Size Greggs sausage roll.

“It’s only fair you can see mine if I’ve seen yours.” He chuckled as he wrapped my panties around it and began tugging at the shaft to make it even stiffer….if that was possible.

“What’s that?” I croaked and nodded towards his thing when his purple knob came into view.

“Oh? This?” He grinned as he pulled at a gold ring that was attached to the hole and the tip. “My Prince Albert. Haven’t you seen one before?”

I shook my head and stared at it as his penis grew even longer and harder before my very eyes.

I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and my heart was racing as I stared at the sight in front of me. His pubes were shaved back to a number 1 or 2 making his cock look absolutely massive and he had a thick barbed wire tattoo around his left thigh.

Stevie made himself comfortable against the bench and began openly masturbating and talking dirty to me.

“Have you ever seen a cock this big?”

“I want you to suck it for me, deep throat me and swallow my spunk.”

“You’re gonna fucking beg me to shove this up your fucking married cunt.”

“I want to see you stick your fingers up your fucking twat until you cum.” (I shook my head).

Still with my skirt held up against my tummy I thought I was peeing myself because I could feel something warm running down my thigh as Stevie wanked so fast I thought his tattoos might fly off his arm.

He soon began grunting and grinding his teeth. Even innocent little me knew what this meant. He stepped forward and dropped my panties onto the kitchen table.

“Are you ready?” My young colleague mumbled. I nodded.

With one last furious stroke he sighed….then a long stream of cum shot out and landed on my knickers then he stepped even closer and forced another two short spurts out until they were coated in the stuff.

I’d never witnessed anything like it in my life and was now so excited I thought I might feint.

“God…..that was fucking great.” Ken panted. “Did you enjoy that?”

I nodded.

“You gonna play with yourself now?” He asked in his soft Northern Irish brogue.

I desperately wanted to but shook my head.

“But you want to cum, don’t you?” He asked in a concerned manner.

I shrugged my shoulders as he shuffled around the table, his jeans still around his ankles.

“Will you let me lick you out then?”

I nodded and he swiftly whipped his t-shirt off revealing a chest and arms covered in Celtic tattoos.

Steve then swivelled me around and lifted me onto the table with my bum on the edge; then he whipped my skirt up until it covered my stomach leaving my private parts exposed for him. I don’t think I’d ever had sex — definitely not oral sex — without having a shower first to clean up. This was so spontaneous it just felt right.

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It was a top night out, I was blessed to have such good people as my friends, as we had wined and dined like royalty I felt so privileged to be there as it was a night of celebration. It was just about time to leave, as the race was on to be home for fireworks at midnight. So we had to leave the now familiar restaurant which was littered with deflating balloons and crumpled napkins, yet it had held such a warm atmosphere earlier. As we walked to the car my stilettos pinched like crabs at my feet, even though I had sat down all evening. With this I thought .why do women choose such painful footwear? Now the race was on to get home and celebrate William’s seventieth birthday in style. We thundered across the car park to my gleaming new car which was lit by lunar energy, but was powered by a high v8 engine. As we entered the car William’s age began to show with the slow and sluggish manner he got in , unlike his son who was in as quickly as lightning in a thunderous sky. Once in I looked into my rear-view mirror my flame red hair flowing and large emerald eyes twinkled in the moonlight , behind me I saw Harry, my best friend and William’s son, whose eyes spoke of surprise and anticipation of the night festivities ,his hair was long black kept scruffily from his face by a pair of overly large glasses. As I started the engine I glanced at the clock it was nearly midnight ,and the fireworks were due to be launched at precisely, midnight so I put the car into gear, my foot on the accelerator and sped off leaving raw skid marks in our wake feeling the unbridled power of the monstrous engine beneath me.

The car held an atmosphere of its own as we rallied off into the velvety darkened streets. There was no-one around and the streets were bare of movement and life. It only encouraged me to push the car further into untamed speed limits, in which the car controlled me and not vice-versa! As the adrenalin pumped through my veins, we continued to laugh and joke without a care in world we felt the night could last forever. It was a party in a car.

It was my fault. No ifs, ands or buts about it. I was going fast, the powerful Mustang felt so good to me under the cool dark sky, I just let it run, but the problems began when my stiletto clad feet slipped on the accelerator. I leaned harder on the gas, the speedometer needle climbed quickly. Such a sweet feeling, such a great day, and I was young, strong, and invulnerable. I truly did not see the little silver coloured SUV pulling out from the left into the centre divider, then .into my lane. By the time I saw it and slammed on the brakes it was too late. There was a long string of whirling lights and noise, then quiet and darkness filled my mind, body and soul. My mind welcomed the darkness.

The next memory I have is of the glare of the intense bright light boring into my eyes like acid, it flashed in and out as I struggled to regain vision to work out where I was, and what was going on ..I felt. Nothing. Just like waking from a fitful sleep but unable to move. Yet in my ears there was movement of sound. I heard voices, sharp, professional, assertive voices, bossing out medical orders. I sensed I was in hospital, yet my mind asked where is the party? Where am I? As fresh words filled my ears

“I’ve got her back.” a woman’s voice.

“Tie that off, she’s bleeding out!”

“Poor bitch.” Spoke a warm deep male voice.

“I can’t believe she is still alive.”

Was it me they were referring to? Am I the bloody patient here? The party? The meal? The car? My passengers? I passed out again.

I woke up slowly. Inching my eyes open, my brain scared at what I would see. My mind still raced with the same questions like psychotic vampires spinning in my head, yet as I slowly opened them I was greeted by the vision of badly fitted, dated polystyrene tiles. So cream in colour. Yet it was the smell that filled my nostrils that truly let me know that I was indeed in hospital.

“Morning!” an assertive woman’s voice spoke from the side. I turned my head, well, I thought I did, but nothing in front of me moved. I tried again, I realized I couldn’t move. Panic and fear spread through me! The nurse must have read this in my eyes. As I felt a tiny dull pressure on my arm, realizing someone had pressed a needle into me. As the drug filled my blood stream it soon calmed me into sleep.

The next time I woke up, I was confused with mixed flash back images flooding my mind… I opened my mouth to speak, a gurgling sound came out. “Good morning, awake again I see.” “Yoghs…” came out of me. I could feel something in my mouth, it was gurgling, some kind of suction casino siteleri device. A Doctor came in, looked me over. “She seems to be alert.” Waking wired up and being greeted by foreign faces clutching clip boards. My head still fuzzy from the sedative drugs they have given me, my mouth unable to communicate with them. The linen coated doctor sat beside me.

“I expect you would like to know what happened to you? ”

Slowly in a broken Asian accent that was so hard to understand, he explained to me that I had been the driver in a fatal car crashed and I was lucky to be alive. He explained that my condition was slowly stabilising, but that there would be lasting side effects” “Do you feel this, do you feel that?” he said as reflex hammers tapped away at my body. There had been an impact to my throat, probably caused by the steering wheel since I had stupidly not fastened my seat belt. He went on to say that the damage to my spine was fairly severe, but I wasn’t completely paralyzed, for some reason I had reaction in one leg. They had decided my lack of sensation and inability to move was due to my head injuries, I guess I was still unconscious during the 12 hours of surgery to my brain. It all seemed so unreal to me. They would not give me a mirror when I asked for one. I doubt if I could of held it, but my vain brain wondered what u looked like . The doctor went on to explain that I would need extensive physiotherapy in order to get me moving again .but for the foreseeable future I would be bed bound working towards a wheel chair. News of this made any strength I had left fade away.

“Now “said the doctor, he face had changed emotion, “I am afraid I have to tell you some bad news, please brace yourself for this” I couldn’t move much but listened intently,” I am very sorry to have to tell you this but you are the only survivor of the crash. Unfortunately William and Harry did not pull through we did everything we could.” I howled with an unbelievable sense of loss, It was all too much for me to take in so soon. Tears dripped down my cheeks like a acid as my mind digested this information. A mass wave of loss tore through me at the death of my closest friends .It felt like a bad dream worsening by the minute. Yet the final kick in the teeth was on its way as the doctor added “The police have been investigating the crash scene and it seems you are solely responsible for the crash, they will be here to take a statement when you are up to it, however. It seems likely you will be charged with causing death by dangerous driving.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck were the only words I could find as I slowly registered this information. My head filled rapidly with fear of what was to come and with guilt over what had happened, like peas in a pressure cooker thoughts and images bounced in my head, then. Vomit, the force of the shock caused projectile vomiting as my body repulsed of these thoughts, not knowing which one had caused the most pain,

They cleaned me up and left me amongst wires tubes and machines to try to digest the information. Tears streamed down my face, tears of pain, of fear and of hopelessly, I felt as if I was dying both inside and out. Why had I survived such a crash? I wish I had died too. Oh where was my mum to sort things out? How could I tell her that I was 25 years old, going to be trapped in a wheelchair? One leg tingled from time to time but mainly felt numb, the left fingers were usable but my arm had to be strapped up to work the controls on my drip. I had wept for hours it felt like my features were dripping down my face like candle wax. When nurses finally told me what had happened, it seemed the two men in the SUV didn’t survive. The first people on the scene were horrified at the carnage that they had found and had looked and thought we were all dead, but as they cut me from my cherished and polished car I moaned. One instant of racing power driven silliness on my part was all it took. A father and his son, gone forever all because of me. Sure, they had pulled over in front of me, because there was plenty of room at 60 MPH. At 110, there wasn’t. I slipped into deep dark guilty depression, knowing that the rush for midnight had cost me dearly and that this was the worst day of my life. The glow of traffic Police glary yellow jackets and their stern faces told me i would pay for that nights actions.

How many hours, days or months did I lie there in a continuous blur not truly knowing what was fact and what was fiction? Wanting and waiting to see what my fate would be. Life was just an few visitors as it seems my friends are dead .Then one day, just after the morning rounds, my slot oyna head filled with strong authoritative voices enquiring voices, they we asking after me and the continual beep of their busy radios told me who they were, A new fear filled my brain as I sensed their powerful presence .An officer came to question me .in my bed as lay staring off into the now familiar ceiling. I felt intimated and afraid by their forceful words of doom. After numerous powerful questions, the officer spoke clearly in a toned not to be messed with stating “In light of the information you have given us today that You will be charged with causing death by dangerous driving, as you were the driver of the vehicle on the night in question, we will be taking a statement today and anything u do say can be used against u in court” It seemed my hell was now on earth.

I decided I had to work on getting physically better. In the days that followed I threw myself into physiotherapy sessions willing my body to work again, even if it was half as good as it once did. Just to walk would be great. Gee how vain I had been. I had once thought life was a breeze. It seems the route to my recovery was to learn to use my body again slowly inch by painful inch. Physiotherapy sessions became my life .It was after one of these sessions that one uneventful day I was sitting in my tiny room at the living centre where I had been placed, looking out the window at the snow falling, when I heard a voice.

“Hello. I am Jeremy, your new physical therapist.” I turned my neck as best I could to see who it was

There stood a handsome man, about my age. His hair was dark, shortest with a slight fringe, with eyes so alive yet so dark as if they had seen too much, too soon and too young. He was a vision of a handsome beauty to me.

“I’m Carly.” I managed to speak.

“Yep, let’s go to work.”

He wheeled me down to the pool, got me out of the chair, undressed and into a swimsuit. I turned pink at the thought of my nakedness; he just acted like it was normal and did his job. There had been a lot of nakedness in the hospital, mostly in front older nurses. I never got used to that. It was much worse with this young and handsome man tending me.

Then he lifted the shirt over her head and slipped out of the shorts, revealing his black long swimming trunks. I felt all the sensations of female excitement in my mind. feelings i had long since forgotten I felt nothing in my body. He got me into the water, it was odd that my left leg felt wet, so did my left arm. I could even stand in the water, up over my waist, my right arm hanging useless at my side. I could “walk” if that is the word; I leaned and let my right leg swing ahead, then set it down and stepped forward with my left. My right leg would support me in the water if I watched the motion, but folded the instant I took my eyes off it. Jeremy was right there supporting me, encouraging me to force my body through the motions. Later, as I lay shivering and dripping on a big towel and he stripped the damp suit from me and towelled me dry, I glanced down. My nipples were fully erect, yet I felt nothing. My skin had goose bumps yet I felt nothing.

“Your movements are better in the water, well done you’ve been working hard!” Jeremy smiled as he professionally took care of drying his toned body, and then dressing me. I loved these sessions.

Back on the ward Visits from my Doctor had dropped off to twice a week or so, just monitoring my progress. Which was slow and painful, I was at the point where I could feel the pinpricks in my left foot and leg as he went around stabbing me. I was starting to hate that, it hurt. But I guess any sensation is good.

“Good sign!”

I was starting to hate hearing that, too. More sessions were the key to my recovery it seemed. I would have gotten bored except for Jeremy. He was fun to talk to; we spoke of hopes and dreams. I grew too looked forward to every session. I liked looking at him.in a way like i used to like men before. After each session, he would help me change, I was now beginning to feel sensation in my right leg and arm, and…I noticed that I was beginning to feel my body respond when his touch excited me. Was this a crush? I relaxed more with him after that as I could see light on the horizon. Jeremy began to take extra time as he dried my body after our sessions, I was responding to that nicely. I was also at the point where I could reach my feet with my left hand, and my right was improving physically daily. My mental scar ran so deep with the loss of my dear friends.

Slowly but surely I began to swim. At first it was a push and canlı casino siteleri a stroke, and then I was making half strokes with each arm, finally full strokes. I was getting stronger; the little one pound weights became 2, then 10. Jeremy had worked with me for a full year the day I managed to swim the full length of the pool. Exhausted, I reached up with first one hand, then the other, grabbed the edge to support myself.

I looked over for him; he always was right beside me.

He wasn’t there. Looking back, I saw him still at the other end; I had crossed the deeper end by myself.

“Now swim back.”I hesitated.

“Swim to me, Carly!”

Gathering all my strength, I pushed off, each stroke was an agony but I was doing it. I refused to touch bottom even as I crossed into the shallow portion, by the time I got there and grabbed onto him I was through. Nothing left.

“You made it!” his eyes were proud. I held him longer than I needed to, he didn’t resist.

It was just a week later I stood up out of my wheelchair, took two steps and fell on my face. Within another week, I was crossing the room and back. I was doing it for Jeremy; I was hopelessly, completely in love with him.

Soon it was time for me to be discharged from hospital armed with a carrier bag of prescription drugs to keep my life as pain free as possible, I was allowed to move to the neat little ground floor apartment was fine and simple, everything located easy to reach. I still spent a lot of time in the wheelchair, and Jeremy arrived every day to help me walk, farther and farther each time. That was my entire world, my little apartment and Jeremy. In my own mind, I was making fantasy plans of Jeremy and I . The way he touched me, moved me, I was sure in my own mind that he loved me, too. I worked as hard as I could on myself, trying to get stronger, better. For him. Yet I also knew that patients and staff should not mix.

On moving into my medically adapted flat .I had time I sort through the mass of mail to readjust to this tame new life I have, There it was in all its brown papered glory , CROWN COURT proudly stamp on it , I a hesitated on opening it as I knew its, content . I inched it open daring my brain to scan the words………….6 weeks time I would stand trial , before the law of the land, I would plead guilty of cause and my solicitors are ready for the case, my newly acquired disabilities would be taken in to account. Also I would have to see the families of victims. I felt that no sentence any judge could give me could hurts as much as what I had already been through. If only I had not been so rushed and so vane that fateful day.

One day Jeremy who now it seemed was growing into a warm friend. He told me that he was taking another case; I would be able to fend for myself. I cried, reaching for him, holding him.

“I have fallen in love with you, I need you with me!” I managed to blurt out, my cheeks wet with tears. He just held me close, finally I let go.

“Good luck, Carly. You will be all right my professional job is over now.” He kissed my forehead, and he was gone. It seemed everybody left me.

My world fell so dark after that, I did have another professional person who came by, and she was female and older. Her name was Maria. She took me through exercises; I was at the point where I only used the wheelchair to go to the store and back. I was still unable to walk long distances. But all movement was welcomed. My business programmed mind came in handy with the preparations for the ever closing court case. I dreaded it with great intensity.

But Jeremy, always Jeremy. Thoughts of him always chewed at my mind. If only I was more physically able perhaps he would like me more. One day Maria was talking me through more repetitive exercises, I was getting tired, so I sat on the edge of my bed. I asked her about Jeremy, I had not mentioned him up to that point, as to do so bring tears. Maria listened quietly as it all poured out of me. I suppose I made a bit of a fool out of myself.

“You don’t know about Jeremy, do you Carly?”

“Know?”

She sighed.

“The accident? You remember? The two men in the other car?”

I looked at her oddly, the pain slipped into my mind again.

“It was Jeremy’s Father, and his brother.”

I looked at Maria in shock.

“Jeremy had himself assigned to you.”

“But…I…” I sat down, unable to stand.

“It was his way of forgiving you, Carly.” Maria looked at me quietly, judging my reaction.

My reaction was to bawl like a baby. “He said he needed to know if you were worth saving”

It appears Jeremy will be one of the family I would face in court , one of the family I robbed of life, how many bizarre changes that bloody night had made. If I could turn back time I would, to just before midnight, of that fateful night.

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Note: This story does a little time-travelling. Keep an eye on the timestamps if you get lost. Also, I know that COVID has shut down schools and their activities, but I hope you can ignore that for the sake of the story.

1. All characters participating in sex are 18+

2. No characters represent real people

3. Enjoy the fiction

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RIVALS

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[Saturday, April 20, 2019, 5:47 pm]

Andrew closed his eyes and waited for them to name the winner. They’d just given third place to an Asian kid named Yen Chang. That meant it was down to Andrew, and… her.

“The winner of this year’s Intercity Academic Decathlon, Junior Division, is…”

Andrew prayed. Please say my name. Please say my name. Just don’t say her name.

“Megan Mason!”

Andrew opened his eyes and frowned. The audience cheered. Even for those who were rooting for him, Andrew knew it would be disrespectful to boo. She’d beaten him fairly. Again.

Andrew Collins was the smartest kid at Franklin East High School. He’d gotten straight A’s in every top-level class so far. It wasn’t even a question between him and other top students, most of whom were his friends.

But every year since 9th grade, he’d come to this Intercity Academic Decathlon, which split the students up by year. And each of those years, this year included, he’d come in second place. And guess who came in first all three years?

Megan Mason. Andrew looked at her as she hefted her third first-place trophy. Megan was the smartest student at Franklin West, the school across town, the rival school. Her blonde hair was a little stringy, and her large glasses hid part of her face. Her body was slim and small, as if she still hadn’t grown into it.

Andrew knew that feeling. He also was a late-bloomer. At 17, he was still skinny, though he’d had a growth spurt this year and was now 6-foot-1. He’d grown out his brown hair past his ears, so it usually looked shaggy and unkempt.

Andrew was handed a silver trophy and he trudged off the stage, so the announcers could give trophies to the seniors. His parents were sitting on the right side of the auditorium, but he found his friends on the left. Mikey had been Andrew’s best friend since middle school. He was blonde and had been kinda chubby, but he’d grown taller and thinner recently.

Manny was next to him. The raven-haired Latina was pretty, in a plain girl-next-door kind of way. Most of the popular guys didn’t bother with her because she was way too smart for them. Those that did quickly found out the hot-blooded Latina wasn’t interested, especially if you called her by her given name, Manuela. A few months ago, Manny and Mikey had started dating. It had initially weirded out Andrew, but he was happy that they made each other happy.

They didn’t pay any attention to the rest of the ceremony. “Tough break, Andrew,” said Mikey. “I know you really wanted to win this year.”

“Yeah,” Andrew replied, sinking down in his seat.

“But you got second,” Manny pointed out. “All the smartest kids in the city, you’re number two.”

Andrew only groaned. Mikey spoke instead. “It’s not just the ranking, it’s her.”

“Who? That Megan girl?”

Andrew finally joined the conversation. “Number two be fine if I could be number one once in a while. Megan Mason has beaten me three years in a row.”

“Hey little man.” A hand clamped down on Andrew’s shoulder from the row behind him.

“Hey Josh.” Andrew grunted at his big brother.

“Good job out there today. Mom and Dad are super proud.” Josh grinned. He was a big-time athlete before he graduated, and was always big into the fabricated rivalry between East and West high schools. Smart too, but not as smart as Andrew. He’d earned scholarships to play football and baseball at State. To top it off, Josh had girls lined up to date him.

“You know I’m almost as tall as you are,” Andrew pointed out. “I’m not a little man anymore.”

“I know, just a habit.” Josh rubbed his little brother’s shoulders. Though Josh had been somewhat of a jerk to other geeks in high school, he’d always been supportive of Andrew. “I was really hoping you’d take down that chick from West this year.”

“Yeah. Me too. Maybe next year.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Josh said. “In fact, I want to help.”

“Help?” Andrew turned to look at his brother. “How can you help?”

“Listen little brother,” Josh pointed at the stage. “The categories are changing next year. There’s going to be a Fitness category.”

That was news to Andrew. “There is?”

“And look at that Megan girl.” Josh pointed her out. “You think she’s winning any fitness awards?”

Andrew did look. Megan was basically pretty scrawny. Flat-chested, not much to look at, but also not much there for muscles. “Probably not.”

“Definitely not. And you, little man,” Josh flexed his own muscles, “will have your very own personal trainer.”

Andrew’s eyes lit up. “You mean it?”

“Of course. We’ll show that puny girl what happens casino siteleri when you mess with the Collins brothers.”

—

[Saturday, April 25, 2020, 8:15 am]

Andrew was reviewing the list of Decathlon categories in the back seat of Mikey’s old mini-van, the car he’d inherited when his mom got a new one. It was a comfortable back seat. Andrew tried to ignore the fact that Mikey had admitted he’d had sex with Manny in that back seat about a week ago.

Mikey and Manny sat up front as the car pulled into the parking lot. Andrew’s parents would arrive later for the awards ceremony, so Andrew was glad to ride with his friends. Josh wasn’t able to attend, but he’d sent his best regards the previous evening.

Andrew felt completely different than he did last year. He’d gained another inch in height, but he’d bulked up a lot. Josh immediately took him to the pool the previous summer, and got him doing laps, as well as running and other exercises. But in the pool, Andrew found a new niche. Turns out, he was a good swimmer, and the school’s swim coach saw him and put him on the team. Andrew now sported his letterman’s jacket, and had a new gold trophy in his room: Franklin East High School Swim Team, District Champions.

But he was after another gold trophy today. The one he’d wanted for years now. Today was the day he was going to beat Megan Mason. The swim team didn’t deter Andrew from his academic successes, and he’d gotten straight A’s again, and several college scholarship offers.

Andrew and his friends hopped out of the van, and he straightened up his letterman jacket. He felt good, confident, and ready. Mikey and Manny flanked him like they were his posse. He felt like a boxer entering the ring, and they were his coaches.

At the sign-in table ahead of him, there was a cute blonde girl getting her name tag and information. Andrew checked her out. Nice ass, he thought. Really nice body overall. Her blonde hair was almost luxuriously long, cascading to her shoulders. The white knee-length dress she wore complimented her features, and her long legs ended in her cute feet shown in open-toed sandals.

He continued to watch as she turned around and smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi. Good luck today.”

“You too.” He watched the hot blonde walk away, stunned in her beauty. Her walk was graceful and sexy.

“Dude,” Mikey said, poking him in the side.

“What? Sorry, what?” Andrew snapped out of it and refocused on his friends.

“Why’d you wish her luck?” asked Manny.

“Why not?”

Manny and Mikey shared a look. “Don’t you know who that was?” Manny asked him.

“Who? The girl? No.”

“That was Megan.”

“Megan?” Andrew said, dreamily. What a pretty name, he thought.

Manny snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Megan Mason!” she hissed at him. “You just wished good luck to your rival!”

Andrew snapped back to reality. “That was Megan Mason?” He was stunned at the transformation. “But she was… she was…”

“She was hot,” Mikey finished. Manny hit him in the shoulder. “What? I’m just saying she’s prettier than she used to be.”

It was an understatement. Gone were the huge glasses, replaced by contact lenses. Gone was the stringy messy hair and the flat chest. In a single year, Megan had gone from a small, skinny girl to young woman with curves in all the right places.

Manny still gave him and angry look, but conceded, “Okay, yes, she’s prettier than last year. She must have grown up a bit.” She grabbed Andrew by the shoulders and shook him. “But remember, you came here to beat her.”

Andrew shrugged it off, trying to get back into the zone. “Right. I’m gonna crush her.”

Mikey grinned and gave him a fist-bump. “Yeah, that’s the spirit.”

—

The Decathlon was, unsurprisingly, ten subjects that would be taught in high school. Each student would take tests, or do some other demonstration of skills, in front of qualified teachers from all over the city. Those teachers would determine the scores for each student out of 100, and the sum of those scores would be added up to determine the overall winner.

This year, Fitness had been added to the list of ten. To make room, Music and Art had been combined into a single category, Fine Arts. Andrew realized that this was significant, as he’d placed first in Music last year, and Megan had won Art. So, Fitness would likely help to put Andrew over the top.

The day was divided into ten periods, and the students’ schedules were randomly shuffled, so Andrew might see Megan in a couple periods. He hoped he wouldn’t be distracted if that happened.

And it happened right away. Andrew entered the first classroom and saw Megan sitting there, along with a couple of other students. She smiled and waved. He couldn’t resist smiling back. It’s a good thing Manny didn’t see that, he thought, she’d probably snap at him.

The first classroom was hosting a history test. Andrew sat a few rows behind Megan. He couldn’t help but look slot oyna up occasionally at her long blonde locks, her cute body, but each time he shook his head to clear his mind and get back to the test. Despite the distraction, he felt he did well.

The second period was thankfully without Megan, though Andrew did recognize Yen, who’d won third place last year. They respectfully nodded to each other before they dove into a difficult-but-manageable math test. It included lots of geometry, algebra, and calculus.

Manny and Mikey met Andrew in the hallway. Mikey was carrying Andrew’s bag, which held snacks and any other supplies the trio would need. Manny was keeping track of Andrew’s scores as they were posted, but was also trying to keep tabs on Megan.

“You got her in the History round, Andrew,” Manny announced.

“Really?”

“Yep,” Manny grinned. “98 to 96. You’re already two points ahead.”

Andrew sighed. “That’s a relief. I have to admit, she’s distracting.”

Manny punched him in the arm. “No distractions. Now, third period is Fine Arts. Go win this thing.”

Andrew did his best. Each student had to choose between music and art, so Andrew easily selected music, but he spotted Megan going into the art room next door. There was a brief written exam, which he blew through quickly. Then he wowed judges with his piano skills on a Chopin prelude. It wasn’t just a technically difficult piece. He played with passion and heart, and he saw one of the judges nodding and smiling. Andrew grinned when he finished, knowing he’d aced this round.

Manny and Mikey met him in the hall. “Nice playing, Maestro,” Mikey said, handing him a water bottle and a granola bar. “Two more periods before lunch.” All three of them were smiling until they saw Megan leave the art room with a big smile on her face. Her eyes got wide when she saw Andrew, as her cheeks flushed, and she quickly walked away and around the corner.

“Do you remember what she did in Art last year?” asked Manny.

Andrew scratched his head. “Umm… she drew something? No, I think maybe she painted. I remember it being colorful. And very realistic. I admit, it was really good.”

—

Andrew successfully avoided Megan the fourth and fifth periods. He took a biology test, followed by an English test that was mostly vocabulary and grammar. Neither was one of his stronger subjects. He was looking forward to the afternoon, when he’d do Government and Chemistry, as well as the Fitness test.

Manny was tabulating the scores as Andrew ate lunch. Mikey kept him company, which was good. They chatted about non-school things to give his mind a break. Andrew wanted to be relaxed before he started having to use his brain again.

“Good news and bad news,” Manny reported, sliding onto the bench next to Mikey. “You did great in Math and Fine Art, of course. Both 100’s.”

Mikey fist-pumped the air. Andrew asked, “What’s the bad news?”

“Megan also got 100 in Fine Art. And she did Math fourth period, and got 100 there too.”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “So those two rounds were a draw. What about the others?”

“They haven’t posted your English score yet. But you got a 95 in Biology.”

Andrew nodded. “Okay. I can live with that.”

Manny shook her head. “No, you can’t. Megan took Biology second period and got a 97.”

He ran the numbers in his head. “So, we’re tied?”

“So far, yes.” Manny saw a teacher heading to post more scores. “I’ll keep you posted. Mikey, take our champion here to the next period.”

“You got it, coach,” Mikey saluted. When she’d gone, he shook my arm. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve got this.”

—

Andrew took the Chemistry test for the sixth period, and felt really good about it. It was one of his favorite subjects. Something about the beakers and chemicals made perfect sense to him.

Mikey met him in the hall and shoved his gym clothes at him. “Fitness is next,” his friend told him. “Go change.”

“Where’s Manny?”

“Outside,” Mikey replied. “Waiting for us.”

As the boys went down the hall for the locker room, they passed the art room. Some teacher was displaying today’s work products on a table in the hall. One painting caught Andrew’s eye. He skidded to a stop and stared at it. It was good. He knew, even without labels, it was Megan’s work.

The painting captured a small boy with brown hair, and a small girl with blonde hair, sitting across from each other at a table. Both were looking downwards, and blushing, as if too shy to talk to each other. The scene seemed eerily familiar to Andrew, and he was frozen by it until Mikey yanked on his arm, urging him, “Come on, let’s go!”

The boys went into the locker room and Andrew quickly changed into his gym shorts and t-shirt, before they both went outside. Mikey patted Andrew on the back, and was going to sit with Manny in the stands, when they both froze at the sight before them.

Megan was there, stretching. She’d changed too, out of the cute white dress and into a pink sports canlı casino siteleri bra and short black shorts. Andrew gasped. Her midriff showed off her perfect navel, and the bra showcased a little of her ample cleavage. She certainly had grown up since last year, he thought.

“Hey! Mikey! Get your ass up here!” Manny called down.

Mikey looked at his friend and simply said, “Good luck, dude.”

Andrew huffed, and went to gather with the rest of the students, and with the coaches who were there. Andrew recognized his swim coach in the group, who gave him a smiling nod.

One of the other coaches spoke up when they were all present. “Good afternoon. This exam consists of three parts. First, forty sit-ups. Then, you must complete twenty pushups to our satisfaction. Finally,” he gestured at the track. “You must run a mile. That’s four laps. You have to complete all three phases in 25 minutes to get full credit.”

Easy, thought Andrew. Each student got down into sit-up position, and a coach stood near each one. He saw his swim coach standing over Megan. Another coach, one he didn’t recognize stood over him. The lead coach yelled, “Ready?”, then blew his whistle.

Andrew wasted no time. This was his event to win. He completed his sit-ups, then flipped over to do the push-ups. He realized that most of the other students in the Decathlon were nerds and Fitness would not be their strength. Especially push-ups. The poor girl next to him was really struggling to do her first one, and Andrew was already finishing. His swimming had given him ample upper-body strength.

He was the first to get up and start running the mile. Mikey and Manny cheered from the stands. All the extra work with Josh, and with the swim coach, was going to pay off.

As he completed the first half-lap, turning to see the others, he saw Megan get up and start running too. The other students were still finishing their push-ups. Andrew knew he had time to spare, but as he ran, he noticed that Megan was slowly catching up. As Andrew finished the second lap, Megan was only a quarter-lap behind. He finished his third lap and she was right on his tail.

Andrew didn’t have to beat her in the race. He knew that. He’d get 100 just for completing everything in the allowed time, and he would easily do that. But now it was a point of pride. He pushed himself into high gear, and started to increase his lead a bit.

On the last quarter-lap, Megan closed the gap, and was soon running side by side with him. Oh no, thought Andrew, not today. He ran the last bit of distance at full speed, but so did she. In the end, she edged him out by a half-second, and Andrew was irritated. “What’s your problem?” he said, gasping for air.

“What do you mean?” she asked, not as winded as he was.

“You can’t let me win one? You just have to beat me four years in a row?”

“Aww. What’s the matter?” Megan suddenly said. “Afraid of a little competition?” Then she walked away, practically strutting with a sexy confidence.

This time, Andrew was frozen, not just by her sex appeal, but by what she’d just said. Why did that sound so familiar? Andrew went into deep thought, then realized it.

[Saturday, April 22, 2017, 8:20 am]

“Hi,” said the tiny blonde girl, to a ninth grade Andrew. She timidly sat down across from where he sat in the school cafeteria.

“Hi. I’m Andrew.”

“I’m Megan.” The two children gave each other shy smiles. That is, when they were brave enough to look at each other. Had anyone been watching closely, they might have seen the beginnings of something. The tiniest spark of something special. A small girl who was taking a small step outside of her comfort zone, to talk to a boy she thought was kinda cute. A small geeky boy who was certainly no ladies’ man, had never even been on a date, and was flattered that any girl would bother to talk to him, especially this little cute one.

Then, out of nowhere, a hulking jock slammed down at the same table with a loud noise. “Hey, little man, got a little friend there? Or a rival?” asked the large twelfth grader. The sleeve of his letterman’s jacket was emblazoned with the sports he’d excelled at: football, baseball, wrestling.

Megan was scared by his sudden arrival and loud voice, and the large boy saw it. “Aww, what’s the matter, afraid of a little competition?” said the large, laughing teenage boy, and the tiny girl stood up and ran away.

[Saturday, April 25, 2020, 2:26 pm]

Andrew was still watching Megan walk away when his swim coach came up and clapped him on the shoulder. “My god, Andrew, that was amazing.”

“But I didn’t win.”

The coach patted him on the shoulder and led him to a bench to sit. “Don’t you know who that was?”

“Megan Mason.” Andrew hated the words as they came out of his mouth.

“Yeah, Megan Mason. She led her school to the district championship in track this year.” Andrew just looked at him. “And you held your own with her. Fantastic job!”

“Oh. Okay,” was all Andrew could say. He guessed he didn’t do so bad after all.

“I’ve got to get ready for the next period, and so do you,” said the coach, “and here’s your entourage.” Manny and Mikey walked up. “I’ll see you at the end, Andrew. I’m proud of you.”

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Dad had decided to throw a birthday party for my twenty-first birthday. That made me nervous because since Mom left us Dad had become more gay.

Apparently both of my parents were bisexual when they met. Her pregnancy had been a surprise and they married. To me they were ordinary Mom and Dad until I was fourteen. By the time I was eighteen I had figured it out.

I went away to college and Mom immediately left with her best friend. Dad had expected it. When I came home for Christmas break it was just Dad and me.

I loved my Dad and was not too upset to learn he sucked cock. I had watched him do so with a friend the winter break after Mom left.

However every school break I came home he tried to cool his gay escapades while I was there but told him not to make changes in his life just because I was home. He kissed my lips and said, “I gladly put my life on hold for my son.”

It was not the first time Dad had kissed my lips but it may have been the first time he did so on purpose. I smiled.

I was not gay and in fact I always had a girlfriend. They only lasted about three months but I got laid often during that time. Dad knew that and encouraged my behavior although he always cautioned me about using condoms each time.

I understood where he was coming from but also understood that if he had followed his own advice I would not exist.

I declined the birthday party offer which seemed to hurt his feelings.

“Who would you invite?” I asked him.

Every name he came up with had a built in danger signs from my old girlfriends to any of his friends. He understood and asked what I would like for my birthday.

“Las Vegas,” I said.

He broke into a big grin and said “Deal. Who do you want to go with you?”

“Just you.”

That seemed to surprise him. He was holding back tears when he said.”OK.”

Then I did something I had never done before, I kissed his lips and said, “I love you Dad.”

His tears flowed and I hugged him to me.

I really did love my Dad. He had always stood by me even when I was embarrassed he did. He had always encouraged me to pursue my dream no matter what it was at the time. He always showed his pride in me.

I had seen how lucky I was when I compared him to my friend’s fathers. Except for the fact that Dad sucked cock he was better than any other Dad.

After my spring semester ended we went to Vegas.

We shared a room at the Bellagio and would be there for six days.

On the first day we never left the hotel, hell we never left the buffet. Dad and I had fun there but over ate so we needed some pepto that night.

The following morning we went walking and entered every hotel and every tourist trap on the strip.

We returned to our room in the afternoon and took a nap. We were in our boxer shorts when we did. When I got up to take a leak I saw Dad look at my semi-exposed cock.

Same old Dad I thought. I decided to leave my cock out as I returned to bed. Before I went to sleep I could hear Dad masturbating. I smiled.

That evening we went to a Cirque show and had a great time. After the show I wanted to go to a dance club and Dad told me to go ahead. I did go without him but found myself bored to death so I went back to our room.

Dad had company. He had a cock in his mouth and had his eyes closed. The guy whose cock was being sucked had his eyes closed. Both were nude on on Dad’s bed. Neither knew I was there. I retreated and stood behind a curtain and watched.

I saw both were as happy as they could be, there was no argument to refute that. Both seemed to love the other was there for them. Dad slid his cock out of his mouth and put a condom on it. He got on his hands and knees and the man slid behind him and inserted his cock in Dad’s ass. They fucked. The man groaned and Dad’s cock spewed. They were done, or so I thought.

They took each other into their arms and kissed with love. The kisses and caresses lasted at least twenty minutes. Then they got up and headed to the shower together. I took the opportunity and left the room.

I wandered around the casino for a while then went back up to my room. Dad was alone watching TV.

In answer to his question I told him the dance club was boring, there were no real people there. He answered my question by saying he had made a new friend.

I kissed his lips, went to the shower and masturbated. I went to my bed nude. Dad noticed.

“Where did you meet this new friend?” I asked.

“In the casino. I won four hundred dollars on a slot machine and he was on the machine next to me. He told me I had enough to hire a woman for the night. He became interested when I told him it would never be a woman I would be spending my money on.

I invited him to keep me company for a drink. I invited him to come up to our room. I was happy you did not come back early. So was he.”

“Well your evening was a lot more interesting than mine. Good night Dad, I love you.”

“Good night son. I am so proud of you I could kiss you.”

“You can you know.”

He casino siteleri apparently thought about it then stood and walked to me and softly kissed my lips then returned to his bed. He was nude.

I ran that evenings gay encounter in my mind and had to return to the bathroom to masturbate again. I worried about that briefly then fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up when I felt a hand caressing my chest.

“The breakfast buffet is open, we need to go pig out,” Dad said.

I grunted then headed to the bathroom. I peed and noticed Dad was looking at me. I brushed my teeth then went out and got dressed. Dad did not begin to get dressed until I did.

We loved the breakfast buffet and staggered back to our room well after ten. We needed a nap. We stripped to our boxer shorts and got in our beds. We were asleep in seconds.

Dad was sitting on my bed when I woke up.

“We have a tour of Hoover Dam in thirty minutes. Get dressed,” Dad said.

I got up and dressed but wondered if my cock had fallen out of my boxers on their own or if it had been pulled out. Dad had been staring at it when I woke up.

Our tour of Hoover Dan was mostly boring. What wasn’t boring was watching Dad seduce a man my age. The man was a ranger and he had apparently told Dad of interesting places to go. He was on duty of course so Dad could not have him.

When we got back to our room I went to the shower first then Dad did. We both remained nude when we got out. We had a different Cirque show to attend that night but Dad said he had a place to explore after the show. I asked him to allow me to come along since I was not enjoying the dance clubs.

He thought about it then said OK.

After the show we took a cab to a place away from the strip. It was a gay club. Dad asked me if I wanted to try someplace else and I said no. I wanted him to have a good time too.

The place was interesting. The few women there weren’t. Most of the patrons were Dad’s age. Many saw me as a young stud. I was flattered.

Dad made his way around the room and I followed. Thirty minutes later he found what he was looking for. The man had grayish hair and looked like a movie star. Dad charmed him into his web. Dad was good.

Soon the three of us were in our hotel room. Dad and his guest became nude and began to kiss. I got nude and began to watch them.

Dad sucked his cock then did something I did not expect, he fucked the guy in the ass. Until then I had assumed Dad was a bottom. They were soon done with each other and the man left.

“Well, what did you think about all that?” Dad asked.

“I think you have more powers than I thought and you are more unpredictable than I thought. Thanks for letting me watch.”

“Not a problem but when are you going to have fun?”

“I was having fun tonight. I like watching a master at work.”

He laughed and came to me. He took my face in his hands and gave me a long loving kiss.

“You can masturbate on your bed if you need to,” he said as he went to the bathroom. I was masturbating when he came out and kissed my lips before going to bed.

We spent most of the next day in our hotel’s pool. Dad spotted a target and talked him into coming up to our room.

“Is your Dad gay?” the woman whose husband Dad had taken to his room asked.

“Yes. Your husband will enjoy the experience.”

“Are you gay?”

“No. Do you need me me?”

“Yes.”

She took me to their room and we fucked for quite a while. She told me her husband was bisexual and needed a cock every once in a while. They usually came to Vegas for that and he usually picked up a man with a wife and she had the wife. She was very happy to see he had left her with a fine young man that day.

I fucked her then made love to her then fucked her hard until I filled her pussy. She may have had seven orgasms. I left her dozing contentedly as I went to our room. The man was fucking Dad when I walked in. I went straight to the showers and got in bed when I got out. The man was being fucked by Dad. I watched for a while but fell asleep before they were done with each other.

That evening after a different Cirque show Dad took us to a strange club in which many were in costumes. The clientele seemed to be evenly divided between straight and gay, Dad made friends with a couple and I danced with the wife. By midnight the four of us where in my hotel room. I fucked the wife as Dad fucked the husband.

Then the couple switched and her husband ended up in my bed. I had no idea what to do but the husband just wanted to suck my cock. I let him and enjoyed it. They switched again and I found myself eating pussy.

I did manage to fuck her again as her husband fucked Dad. They rested then left. Dad and I were asleep before they closed the room door.

Dad and I were in the bathroom at the same time the following morning. We took a shower together. Our cocks seemed to think there was a possibility of something but were too exhausted to press for it.

We dressed and went to the breakfast buffet. Half slot oyna way through breakfast Dad left with a guy about his age. A woman my age came to me and asked if the man in the gray sport coat was my Dad. I said yes then asked if the the guy that left with Dad was her father, She said yes.

I asked her to sit with me and we soon admitted our fathers were gay. She was not troubled by that anymore than I was.

As we ate together she told me she was a lesbian. I gave her a wolfish grin and admitted I was too.

“Oh, good. Lets go to my room and fuck,” she said surprising me but I was soon fucking her in her room.

We were done with each other but still nude when her father came back. He kissed both of us then went to his bed and was soon asleep.

I kissed the girl and told her “I better check on Dad,” then dressed and left.

Dad was nude and asleep. I walked to him and kissed him then went to bed. I briefly wondered if I had squeezed his cock before going to sleep.

Dad was caressing my cock when I woke up. He said, “Let’s take a shower before we go exploring. There is a mall where it rains inside every twenty minutes.

“Deal,” I said and he gave my cock a squeeze before I got up. Apparently I had squeezed his cock before going to bed and apparently he had been awake when I did. “Cool,” was the only thing that came to mind.

We both had partial erections before we left the shower. My cock had caressed his ass and his cock. We did not hurriedly move away from each other on those occasional “accidents’ and we never acknowledged them.

We did find the mall and a seafood buffet place and returned to our room. It had been a long walk in the heat of the day so we undressed and took a nap when we were back in the room. I did notice Dad and I were now always naked when in the room.

Dad woke me up by squeezing my cock then said, “Blue Man Group tonight.”

“Oh good. We need to shower again first.”

Dad reluctantly let go of my cock and we were once again in the shower together. Our cocks were completely erect that time. Contact with them to the others body was pretty much a constant. Once he took me in his arms and kissed me. Once I took him in my arms and kissed him. Our cocks had kissed too.

We separated and dried mostly while looking at each others erection. We kissed again before getting dressed. We loved the show and afterwards Dad took us back to the club with the people in costumes. He was very picky that night and eventually chose a nice looking couple.

Back in our room the girl sucked my cock then got nude. My cock was slowly sliding into her before I noticed she had a cock. Then I realized my cock had just entered her ass, it’s first such experience. It took all my willpower not to ejaculate immediately. I brought her to me and kissed her. She began to fuck me. I caressed her tits then allowed my hand to drift down to her cock. It was small and flaccid.

I decided she needed to be pleased too so I began to slowly masturbate her. Her cock became firm and I began to masturbate her in sync with her fuck. We ejaculated together.

She sank her body over mine and we kissed as lover do. We fell asleep.

When I woke up I was in bed alone. I saw Dad was too. I went back to sleep.

Dad woke me up as he slowly masturbated me.

“I saw you had fun last night. You have her cum on your belly. They said they want us to pick then up again tonight. I invited them to come to join us at the buffet dinner instead then come straight to our room. Are you OK with that?”

“Yes, it was fun last night.”

Dad made no move to stop his slow masturbation of my cock so I made no move to get up.

“Was this things first ass last night?”

“Yes it was. I had difficult time controlling it at first. I think her tits are real, they felt real.”

“They may be. Her partner was good. He may want to swap tonight.”

“Oh,” I said, partly because of what he said and partly because my cock had suddenly spewed over both of us.

“We need a shower,” Dad said.

As he was lathering his cock I turned him to the wall and masturbated him from behind. After he plastered the wall with cum I turned him around and kissed him.

We smiled at each other throughout the buffet.

We went up the Eiffel Tower and took the roller coaster at New York, New York. We walked into the Harley store and Dad became very popular very quickly. He told somebody that he would except he would be taking me to a titti show for my birthday. My birthday had been before we got to Vegas.

We went down to the buffet at seven and found our dates already there waiting for us. The t-girl looked all girl even in the bright lights so I found myself kissing her on the lips. She seemed to be very happy I did.

We talked as we ate and found they lived in Vegas. They were not partners but brother and sister. Both were choreographers but their show was on hiatus.

They had actually heard of our hometown and asked many questions about it.

When done with dinner we went up to our room and canlı casino siteleri became nude. I went to bed with the girl as I had last night. We began with lots of kissing. Her hand went to my cock and mine went to hers. Both were already erect.

She slid my cock in her mouth when she let it out of her mouth it was wearing a condom. She put a pillow under her hips as she lay on her tummy. I slowly slid my cock into her then when completely in I draped my body over her and kissed her neck.

“Make slow love to me please,” she said.

“That was my intention,” I replied.

It was slow long lasting fuck. Dad and her brother were both done before I began to quicken my strokes. She turned her head for me to kiss her and I did as I filled the condom. I gave her a few more strokes then slid to her side.

She kissed me then slid the pillow out from under her and lay on her back. Her cock was still erect. I put my head on her tummy and began to masturbate her. She began to softly purr. I kissed her cock, she moaned.

I slid her cock into my mouth. She groaned. I decided a cock in my mouth felt nice. I sucked her off.

Cum in my mouth did not feel that nice until she slid me up to her and cleaned my mouth with her tongue.

We cuddled and kissed for several minutes until Dad brought her brother to me and took her with him. Her brother kissed me then kissed his way to my cock. I was amazed at how quickly it recovered.

I had just cum and so had a lot of control but he stayed at my cock for a long while. Then he slid a condom on me and sank his ass over my cock. As he fucked me my hand went to his cock. It was smaller than his sisters. It occurred to me it would not hurt going into my ass.

I slowed masturbating him and as soon as I ejaculated I kissed him. Got on my tummy with a pillow under my hips and handed him a condom. His insertion was slow although he didn’t need to, all I felt was good. He had just cum too so he lasted a while. It felt good throughout. He slid to my side and we kissed.

His sister pulled him up and covered my body with hers. Her cock made an impression going in and it felt fabulous. She did not last as long as he had but all of that fuck was nice.

She slid to my side and coaxed me off the pillow and draped herself over it. It was not until then that I realized I had another erection. I slid a condom on and slid into her and began a fuck. It was a hard fuck from the start and I filled the condom in less than five minutes.

I slid to her side then draped her body over mine. We kissed. Ravenous kisses were inter sped with soft kisses. We fell asleep.

When we awoke we were alone in the room. We could see a note was on my night table and she sat up to read it.

“They went to the club to dance.”

“Would you like to go dancing?”

“Yes but not at that club. The pyramid would be nice.”

“Yes it would,” I said and kissed her.

“We need to shower,” she said and we did. We washed each others’ cock and kissed them before we dressed.

The club was crowded but we had a nice time and danced a lot. We stopped for a snack at small cafe then returned to my room. Dad was fucking her brother when we walked in.

We got naked in bed and kissed. Neither of us needed sex so we simply went to sleep.

The next morning we sucked each other off in the shower then hurried to join Dad and her brother at the buffet.

We had a long night of sex look to us so I was not surprised to hear her brother say they needed to go home. Dad and I thanked them for a fabulous two nights and kissed them bye right there in the lobby of the hotel.

Dad and I went to our room and went back to bed.

I awoke as Dad was sucking my cock. I caressed his head and he was soon swallowing my cum. He slid up to kiss me then I slid down and sucked his cock. I kissed him with my mouth still full of his cum.

We went back to sleep. We showered with just kisses between us and walked to a diner we had seen on our walks. He wanted fried chicken and I wanted fried catfish.

He then took us to a strip joint. Men were dancing for men. The dancers would at times kneel down in front of a customer and allowed him to slurp his cock into their mouth, after giving a tip. Dad fell in lust with one of them and had the cock in his mouth a bit longer that normal. Later that dancer came to Dad and asked him if he was interested in a lap dance.

Dad said he was only if I could watch. The dancer looked at me then nodded. We went to a small cubicle and the guy got naked and began to swing his cock in front of Dad’s mouth. Dad captured and swallowed it and the dancer stopped dancing.

I saw Dad slide a finger into his ass. I slid over and took Dad’s very stiff erection out of his slacks. I slid a condom on it and whatever reservations the guy had vanished. I held dad’s cock as he slid his ass over it.

I stood and slid my cock over the dancers lips, he sucked it in. The three of us were in heaven. Dad came into his condom and we slowed.

As the dancer stood Dad resumed sucking him off as he masturbated me. The dancer ejaculate and Dad then took my cock into his mouth. I soon ejaculated and the three of us spent some time kissing before the dancer thanked us and left. Dad had given him a hundred dollar tip.

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I didn’t mean to become a superhero. I’d have avoided it if I could, but after I lost my job I didn’t see a lot of options.

Maybe I ought to back up a few steps, no doubt you’re wondering: who the hell is this guy and what’s his problem? Everyone wants to be a superhero, don’t they? Maybe everyone except me. I mean of course I saw the Superhero League of America’s recruitment videos through high school like everyone else and saw their ads on TV. The ones with Mr. Unshakable in his golden outfit, looking proud and distant, like a Hollywood actor deified.

To be honest, I was always scared. They tell you that the superhero mortality rate is pretty low, that it’s no more dangerous than law enforcement and with great benefits. But I never wanted to be a cop either. I didn’t want to take any chances. And there was the nature of my power as well…Anyway, my bills were overdue and they’d already turned off my water so I went down to the SLA’s main branch and stood in the line and waited for my chance to shine.

It took the better part of the afternoon before I got an interview. There were documents to sign and enough waivers to almost make me reconsider the whole thing, but eventually the interview came.

The interview room was on the small side. A long table with a few chairs on either side. There were windows with the blinds drawn on both sides of the room. I picked a seat at random and waited for my interviewer.

I guess I was expecting someone in full costume to come walking through the door, but instead it was a younger guy in plain clothes. He was maybe just a few years older than me or my age. He wore a deep-purple collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a nice, dark pair of jeans. He had one of those haircuts that’s impossible without significant maintenance, but had an easy smile to go with it. He locked the door behind him and came over.

“Hi, I’m Justin,” he said. Then he pulled out a chair across from me. “And you are?”

“Nick,” I replied. I should have added more, but I left it too long so he continued.

“Ok, Nick. Well I’m glad you decided to come down to see us today.” He clicked a pen and started jotting notes down on a blank pad. “First casino siteleri things first: what’s your ability?”

And here it was, my big moment. My opportunity to amaze my recruiter with the special power that had been my jailer since adolescence. Justin was just looking at me with his handsome smile. I looked away and muttered:

“Pheromones.”

“Pardon me?” he asked.

“I can secrete pheromones, I guess. I can control them too. I don’t really know how it works. I mean, I can show you, but…”

Justin took a quick note and then gave a nod that was also a half-shrug. “Sure. Go ahead.”

“I want to warn you, it might…affect you weirdly.”

“Nick, you can relax. I’m the interviewer for a reason. My ability is a kind of cancelling field. If whatever you can do gets too dangerous or if either of us is uncomfortable, I can shut your power off.” He snapped abruptly. “Like that.”

“Really? I’ve never —”

“Never heard of a power like that? Yeah, well we try to keep it low-key, it’s not exactly the kind of thing you want to advertise when they are villains who might love to take a crack at me, you know?”

I nodded.

“Cool, so whenever you’re ready,” he said.

No one had ever given me license to use my ability on them. Not that I had told many people about it to begin with. It was weird and vaguely uncomfortable, but he was just smiling and patient and before I knew it I found myself wanting to use it on him. It took a bit of focus, but before long there was a familiar feeling building in my gut. I wasn’t sure that it was working until I saw Justin loosen his collar. A strange look came across his face as if he were sensing something bizarre. He took another note, but he seemed distracted. I applied a little more pressure, exerted a little more influence. He stopped writing and looked up at me.

“It is kind of weird,” he said, a note of surprise in his voice and something else as well. He added, “I’m not gay, you know.”

My heart was racing, but I tried to hide it behind a casual shrug.

“It doesn’t matter. My ability works regardless.”

He was breathing a little heavier now.

“That must be convenient…with women,” slot oyna he said. His grin was a little bit uncertain now.

I looked at him straight on and gave a little push. Not enough to override his will, but enough to make my intentions clear.

“I wouldn’t use it on women,” I said, then, “I can stop. If you want.”

Justin stood up slowly and looked down. I followed his gaze to his bulging crotch. He looked back at me, a bit embarrassed.

“I can’t go into my next interview like this. This is really unprofessional, but…” He reached down and fondled his zipper. “Do you mind?”

My pulse was racing and screaming in my ear. It took a superhuman effort to keep my voice level.

“No, I don’t mind. Can I…?”

He nodded slowly. Even still I didn’t believe it would happen until he unzipped and reached into his jeans. He pulled out his cock and I sucked in a sharp breath. I couldn’t help it. It was like he was using my own power on me. I flushed and fished my own erection out of my khakis.

He started jerking off in earnest, first staring down at his dick and then over at me.

“This is crazy,” he said, barely above a whisper, but he didn’t stop.

Even with this hot, hung hero standing in front of me jerking his beautiful cock, I could only masturbate furtively in response. Occasionally sneaking a look at him, but for the most part keeping my eyes on my own erection. I couldn’t tell whether or not this was real, how could someone really consent if I was using my ability to artificially arouse them? As if to answer my question, Justin groaned. I looked up.

“Do it again. Hit me with it.”

“What? You want me to push you harder?”

“C’mon, don’t make me beg, man.”

“But…”

“If I want it to stop, I can stop it. Just…just do it. It feels…amazing. Please.”

I had never gone so far. I had never pushed so hard, but the look on his face was pure ecstasy. He wasn’t afraid and I could see now that he wasn’t under my control. So I did what he asked. I pushed everything I could to see how far I could go…how much he could take.

He nearly doubled over when the full weight of it struck. He put a hand on the table to steady himself, canlı casino siteleri but never took his other fist off of his dick. His breathing was shallow and his mouth was full of curses.

“I’m so fucking hard. Jesus fucking christ, I’m gonna…fuck. I can’t…”

Then he did. He came with his cock pressed right up against the cool steel and his features twisted into both amazement and surprise. It took over a half dozen shots before he shivered and fell back into his chair with his pants around his ankles.

“Do you want to get off too?” He asked, still trying to catch his breath.

I grinned sheepishly and showed him my hand, dripping with sticky cum. Watching him had pushed me over the edge. He laughed and then sighed deeply after.

“So that was…different. It’s not the first time I’ve used an interview room for an afternoon tension relief session, but it’s definitely the first time I’ve done it with someone else watching,” he said, and then to himself, “and with another guy…crazy…”

“I’m sorry,” I said, the guilt bubbling back up again.

“What? No. You’re fine. I just —” Justin put a hand in the air as if he were trying to pull an explanation from it. “It was good and I could have stopped it at any time, but I…Anyway, I’ll be happy to recommend you for a position in the SLA. That power could come in handy. Definitely. And with some training, who knows what you’d be able to do.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, Nick. It was my pleasure,” he said, with a wink.

After that we cleaned up as best we could and Justin opened the door into the busy hallway. It was exhilarating knowing that there were all these people rushing by just minutes before. As we were leaving, Justin extended his right hand, the hand he’d jerked off with, and we shook with conspiratorial looks in our eyes.

“Welcome to the SLA, Nick. I think you’re going to like it here.”

I thanked him sincerely and we both walked away. I had only gone a few steps before he called my name. I turned. He was smiling his easy smile again.

“I’m going to request that you train under me, if you don’t mind. I think we’d…complement each other.”

“I think I’d like that,” I replied.

And that, in a nutshell, is how I became a superhero. At least, that’s the beginning of it. The rest is a different story. Like how I got my superhero name. Now there’s a story…

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Henüz daha orgazm olmamıştım ve orgazm olmadan onu bırakmaya niyetim yoktu zaten o da dünden razıydı biraz daha zaman geçti gücünü toparladı ve tekrar arkama geçti. Direk anal olarak beni becermeye canlı casino siteleri başladı ben de elimi vajinama götürdüm ve kendimi parmaklıyordum. İki deliğimi de doldurmuştum ve adeta bu dünyadan başka bir dünyaya geçmiştim keyiften gözüm dönmüştü iniyordum. Kargocu da inliyordu ve bu anların keyfini çıkarıyorduk. O götümün keyfini çıkarırken ben kendimi parmaklıyordum ve bu harika anları orgazm olarak taçlandırdım. Hemen yüz üstü yatağa uzandım ve arkamda olan delikanlıyı unuttum çünkü çok güzel bir şekilde orgazm olmuştum o ise devam ediyordu.

Ben yatınca o da üzerime uzandı ve beni arkadan becermeye devam etti. Benim için sıkıntı yoktu oda boşalsın hiç problem değildi. Ben istersem sabaha kadar seks yapabilecek kapasiteye sahip bir kadındım arkadan olarak beni becermeye devam ederken ben de yine keyfe geldim ve inliyordum. Bir süre daha böyle devam etti ve üçüncü boşalması gerçekten çok uzun sürdü. Artık popom acımaya başlamıştı biraz da vajinadan devam etmesini söyledim hemen arkamdan çıktı ve önümden girdi. Böyle de bir 5 dakika kadar beni becerdi ben de yüzüstü yatmış ön tarafımı okşuyordum. Hiç beklemediğim bir şey oldu tekrar keyfe geldim tekrar dünyadan başka bir dünyaya geçtim ve orgazm oldum.

Seks hikayesi İlk defa bir erkekle ikinci kere orgazma ulaşmıştım çok keyifliydi zaten benim ikinci orgazmdan sonra delikanlı da vajinandan çıkarak popomun üzerine boşaldı ve oda üçüncü boşalmasını yaşadı. Daha ismini bile bilmiyordum ismin ne diye sordum Yücel dedi ben de ismimi söyledim ve biz yatakta o kadar seviştikten sonra tanışmış olduk. Hala arada sırada gelip beni beceriyor fakat ondan sıkılmaya başladım çünkü erken boşalma problemi var bu da benim canımı sıkıyor. En yakın zamanda onu postalayıp kendime başka bir genç delikanlı bulacağım en azından erken problemi olmayan ve hemen yorulmayıp bir kadını saatlerce memnun edecek birini.

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Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental.

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When does one plus one plus one equal one? In the harsh light of mathematics it can never happen. But when does it happen when those numbers are people?

I don’t know.

As I put these words down on a screen of photons and save the bits on a magnetic disk, or maybe it’s a slab of silicon, I wonder how a philosopher from a bygone era would answer that question as they typed on a typewriter or dipped their quill and scratched on handmade paper. I know the dates and I know the events but I don’t know how or why or when it truly occurred.

Some say that one plus one equals one when you get married. If that is the case, then the three of us became one when we said our vows together in the backyard of our house. But the reality is that it really happens when the hearts become one and the ceremony is just the outward manifestation of the event or the promise that it may yet occur.

For the three of us, the ceremony was just the affirmation of what had occurred. Since triads are not recognized as legal entities in this state (stupid barbarians!). And since multiple simultaneous spouses are not legally recognized, our union sat outside the bounds of the law. So we opted for a contract binding the three of us together.

As unconventional as it sounds, the wedding was presided over by a notary public with the requisite number of legal witnesses serving as our wedding party. Since there is nothing in the law saying that vows can’t be said before signing legal documents, we each said our vows before signing the contracts pledging each to the other.

At the completion of the signing we had a wonderful barbeque potluck dinner and the next morning the three of us headed off for a weeklong honeymoon in Hawaii. If the one group is correct and the marriage ceremony is when you become one, then that is the moment. But I think it started much earlier. To understand why I say this, we need to go back to an earlier time.

It may have started when my wife, whom I will call Elly, got a message from one of her social media friends. Her friend, whom I will call Terri, was coming to our city to interview for a position with a large hospital complex. She was just getting out of a bad marriage and distance seemed to be in order for a fresh start.

I apologize for being somewhat vague but my wives are correct that I need to keep some details vague to prevent “outing” ourselves.

At the time, Elly and I had been married (legally) for a number of years and were empty nesters. In fact, we were grandparents. When Terri realized that we lived in a suburb somewhat near the hospital she would be studying, she had a ton of questions. Elly tried to answer as best she could and through their correspondence the two hatched a plan to get together for dinner when Terri was in town for the interview. I was dragged in for no apparent reason.

We had an excellent dinner at a restaurant near my second job. It was a very nice meeting. Dinner gave the two of them a chance to catch up. To digress for a moment, Elly was friends with Terri’s mother years ago when Terri was 7 or 8. At one point, Terri was one of Elly’s students when Elly taught Sunday school. Surprisingly, Terri remembered me immediately although it pains me to admit, I still don’t remember her.

At the time of the dinner, Terri was tall, fairly slender, not skinny, but not fat. She felt good in my arms when we hugged. She was wearing jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt. Yes, she was wearing a bra over what I now know to be a perfect set of B and a half breasts (Her words, not mine. She bemoans the fact that straight B’s are too tight and straight C’s are too loose. I tell her to go without and she usually sticks her tongue out at me. Nobody takes me seriously.)

After dinner, I headed back to work, Terri headed out to drive back to her home city and Elly headed home.

When I got home, I got a barrage of questions about what I thought of Terri. It was not what I was expecting. When the questions wound down, the real question came out. Elly looked at me the way a cat does just before the pounce.

“Do you think we should offer to let Terri stay with us?” Elly asked.

Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I paused. “She seems like a very nice young woman,” I led off, stalling. “If she would be interested, I don’t have an objection. At least, the rent would be right.”

The cat froze, startled by something. “We wouldn’t charge her rent? Would we?”

“No,” I said laughing. “That’s the least we could do, since we probably aren’t very convenient to where she would be working. But it would give her time to get her feet on the ground so she has time to find the right place to live.”

Nodding Elly casino siteleri went off to ponder.

That was the moment that started the chain of events leading to math problem I posed at the beginning.

Only Elly and Terri know how the next part happened. They started chatting over the internet and later by phone, making plans. Our son and daughter were coming for Christmas and bringing our granddaughter, so we had a lot of preparing to do. What I didn’t know was that we were also cleaning for Terri to join us after the holidays.

New Year’s Eve we went out and Elly was especially cuddly. I chalked it up to the wine, but on our drive home, she finally spilled the beans. “Terri will be here in three days,” she said.

It took a moment for the import of that simple statement to sink in; partly because I was driving and partly because Elly had her hand stroking my cock through my pants.

In the silence, Elly spoke again, “I guess you do like her, you’re getting hard.”

Scrambling, I blurted out, “Of course I’m getting hard. Terri is pretty, but mainly, I am thinking of what I am going to do with that expanse of cleavage you are showing me when you bend over like that. And secondly, I am hoping that you will stop teasing my poor cock and pull it out so you can give me a decent hand job or better yet, wrap your lips around my love muscle until I paint your tonsils with my cum.”

“Mmmmmm, what a delightfully naughty idea,” Elly said as she unsnapped my pants and slid the zipper down. Fishing me out of the clothing, she stroked me gently and the wrapping her fist tightly around the shaft, she began to lick the head slowly, then flicking her tongue over that tiny sensitive patch of skin just below. Sliding me slowly into her mouth while swirling her tongue, she began a slow stroking with her fist. When she gets drunk and does that, I really regret not having those talks about how to give a good blowjob years earlier.

Reaching down, I slid my hand down the front of her dress and pulled fabric down, taking the strapless bra with it. Cupping her now fully exposed breast I searched for and found her erect nipple with my thumb. Flicking it released a moan that vibrated my cock to its core.

Elly shifted in her seat and put a foot up on the dashboard. A moment later I heard the sound of pantyhose ripping and another moan thrilled my cock as her fingers found their target.

Unfortunately our drive was ending and we pulled up into the driveway. Elly reluctantly released my cock and began putting her top to rights. I put my cock back in my pants but didn’t zip up. I had plans.

We quickly exited the car and entered the house. I entered first and as Elly passed me, I shut the door and grabbed her around the waist. Then pulling my cock out with one hand and lifting her dress with my other. I pinned her to the hallway wall and slipped my erect friend between her thighs. It was as wet as I had hoped and my cock slid effortlessly between her pussy lips, merging her fluids with my oozing pre-cum.

I lifted her leg up and thrust forward sliding into her with a grunt.

“What about the neighbors?” Elly said.

I timed my reply so each syllable was punctuated by a thrust inside my lady. “What-a-bout-the-neigh-bors?”

“They might, ugh, see us, ugh”

I paused as I grabbed her other leg and wrapped it around my waist, like the first. Holding her up with my hands on her ass and pinned against the wall, I ground myself against her as her orgasm started. Shaking in the throes of her climax, she wrapped her arms around me and bit my shoulder.

When she finished, she put her head on my chest and whispered, “You are a bad man, what am I going to do with you?”

Seizing the opportunity, I replied, “You are going to come with me to the bedroom, where I am going to touch and kiss and lick you all over until you have two more orgasms and then you will beg me to finish in your ass.”

She stiffened at the last, but finally nodded.

Assplay with fingers and toys can push her hard over the edge when the mood is right, but I rarely get the chance to explore that other space with my cock. Her nodding started my cock to throb and ache in anticipation as she lowered her legs and pushed me back, reluctantly unseating me.

We quickly retired to the bedroom where I pulled her dress up and off and tossed it aside. I unclipped the bra and just let it drop. The ruined pantyhose came off next and I beheld my lady in her naked glory. We are not model perfect. We both could stand to lose a few pounds. But love doesn’t care about those things.

I threw off my clothes as I led my naked love to the bed. I didn’t bother turning the light off because tonight I wanted to see her as well as touch and smell and taste her. I wanted to take my time and pleasure her before I was drained.

Lying down with her on the bed, we kissed. I stroked her and she shivered. Telling her that I was going to fuck her ass had put her whole body into tension. She quivered like a guitar or violin string as I plucked slot oyna the nerves on her body.

She lay on her back as I kissed a breast, sucking and nibbling on the nipple. My hand slid down across her tummy and then she spread her legs as I continued south. I had thought she was wet in the hallway, but now, there was a veritable river between her thighs. I dipped my fingers in and wiggled them getting a moan in response.

Bringing my fingers up I made a show of licking her juices off them. “What do I taste like tonight?” she asked.

“You taste like the most beautiful woman in the world,” I replied. I was bringing my fingers up for a second taste but detoured to bring them to her mouth. She hesitated and then gingerly sucked her essence from my finger.

“I do taste good,” she whispered. “I was always afraid I would taste nasty.”

“Never,” I said as I slid down to enjoy her fountain first hand. As I began to lick the inside of her labia, she began to shudder and she grabbed my head. Her orgasm was long and it peaked and ebbed several times before she arched her back, moaned and then collapsed back on the bed.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I have been so afraid that you only do that because you think you have to.”

“When do I ever do anything because I have to?” I replied as I returned to licking her pussy. By now I had my thumb inside her vagina and was stroking her love canal. She was so wet, I didn’t reach for the lube, I just slid my thumb down and began circling her other hole while tonguing her clit.

As Elly started moaning I pressed with my thumb and it slipped in easily. At the same time, I slid my two middle fingers into her pussy, a configuration known as Brunswicking. Swirling my thumb to relax her while sucking on her clit and stroking her vaginal walls with my fingers brought her to a screaming orgasm.

This time I did not stop my multi-faceted attack on her erogenous zones. As her orgasm completed another one began to build. I could see her hands stroking her breasts and twisting and pulling on her nipples.

Finally, with a hoarse whisper laden with erotic energy she gasped, “Please. I know you want to fuck my ass. Flip me over and fuck me. Please. I want your cock in my ass.”

I kissed her clit one more time and then I rolled out from between her legs. I grabbed the lube as she rolled over. I slid a pillow under her to bring her ass up to a better height.

“Please,” she said again, her voice muffled by the other pillow.

I spread her legs a little wider as I knelt between her thighs. Drizzling some lube on her ass, I slid forward and caught some on the head of my cock before I drove forward impaling myself in her pussy.

“Uuughhh!” Elly cried out. “I thought you wanted my ass?”

“I do. I just wanted to warm my cock up before I slide into your ass.” As I said this, I was sliding my thumb, wet with lube in and out of her little brown hole. I stroked myself in and out of her with my cock and thumb at the same pace. As I could feel her orgasm coming I readied myself and pulled out of both holes and quickly repositioned my cock in time with the pace I had set. My cock went in smoothly, with just a slight pop as the widest part cleared her anal ring.

As she inhaled sharply, I triggered my surprise. The vibrations of the egg on her clit startled her and she raised her hips up sliding half the length of my cock inside her. As she dropped back down, everything that had been building all night hit and she began to thrash as she orgasmed. While her hips were bucking up and down, I slid the rest of the way into her ass. I had never been balls deep in her ass before and it was an amazing feeling. As she started to slow down, I began to ease my cock in and out.

What happened next was anything but what I expected. As I sat with my pubic hair crushed against her ass cheeks she started to monologue, “Oh my god you are so deep in my ass. You have never been this deep. And I could feel you fucking my ass with that big cock so deep in me. Fuck me with that cock. Slowly. That’s it. Now push it back in. Stop. Stop. Give me a second. Now try it again. Fuck. Oh my god. The vib on my clit is making me cum again. Fuck me while I cum. Pull out and shove your dick back in. Oh. I can feel you stretching me. Slide it all the way in. I can feel you all the way in. I feel so full. Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass like I fuck your cock when I’m on top. That’s it. Oh my god, I’m cumming. Oh. Oh. Oh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

With the last “oh”, I drove deep into her and painted the walls of her bowels with my cum. I came so hard I saw spots and nearly blacked out. The sperm was shooting out so hard and so fast it was almost painful. Elly had been teasing me for three days, plus the blowjob in the car and the slamfuck in the hall. I felt like I was pumping a gallon of sperm deep into her.

When I finally got control back, I started to slide out of her, but she pushed her hips up and slid me back inside. All the while moaning and hoarsely whispering “Oh my god”.

Since I wasn’t canlı casino siteleri quite soft yet, I decided (although decided would seem to indicate that thought was involved) to continue fucking her until she said to stop. I am not sure how long we kept it up, but Elly claimed to have had four more orgasms and I came again just before I leaned back and flopped out.

With my cock no longer inside her like a cork, Elly ran for the bathroom at top speed. I rolled out of bed to stretch the cramp in my calf. As I stretched the muscle, I stopped at the sink and washed my junk. I was a slimy mess from the lube and my cum. My cock was quite proud though, as it was still at half-mast.

Shaking my head, I took a warm washcloth to my lady as she sat on the toilet. As I handed her the washcloth, she leaned in and slipped my cock into her mouth.

“Hey,” I said, “That could have just come from your ass.”

She slipped it out and replied, “So.” Then she sucked it as deep as she had ever tried. I could feel the back of her throat as she gagged a little, then slid it in past her tongue and held it briefly before coughing and I pulled out.

I kissed the top of her head and said, “C’mon to bed, it’s almost dawn.”

She nodded and I felt her slide into bed and the cuddle up to me. “What made you want to fuck my ass tonight?” she asked.

I tried to come up with a lie, but I was too tired. “I have wanted to have your ass like that since our wedding night.”

“Our wedding night?!?”

“Yes. I don’t remember if it was the second or third time we made love that night. You were so wet and slippery that when you climbed up on top of me, I slipped inside your ass. You told me I was in the wrong place, but it felt so nice, I really wanted to continue. But instead, I was a good little boy and I pulled out and fucked your pussy instead. The few times I’ve gotten inside your ass before tonight, I’ve been so excited I’ve cum right away.

“Tonight is the first time I feel like I have really fucked your ass like a porn star.”

“I’m sorry. I never knew. I didn’t know it meant that much. Next time you want my ass, I’ll let you have it wedding night style. But for now, I’m fucked out and sleepy.”

The last was accompanied by a big yawn and I just grunted and snuggled back against her.

Three days later, Terri pulled in with her car loaded and a rental trailer full of stuff.

With a lot of grunting and sweating, space was made in the garage for Terri’s furniture. While I rearranged the garage and moved the furniture in, Elly and Terri unloaded her car. It was mostly clothes and personal items. The two of them were chatting like best buddies by the time I dragged my sorry carcass into the house.

When they saw me they jumped up and Terri said, “I’m sorry. We got sidetracked. We’re ready to help unload the trailer.”

I just looked at them. “Done,” I said.

“You can’t be done,” she yelled as she headed for the garage. Seconds later Elly and I heard Terri scream, “Oh shit! You got it all.” As she came around the corner, Terri looked at me and said, “I’m so sorry. We didn’t know you’d move everything out of the trailer. We were supposed to help.”

By this time she had reached me and bending down to pull me up, I got a good look down her t-shirt. It was a V-neck and somewhere along the way her bra went missing. They were every bit as beautiful as I had imagined them to be.

As we hugged, the image of her breasts were in my head and knowing they were pressed against me started a reaction south of the belt buckle, so I had to break the hug sooner than I wanted to hide my erection.

A groan escaped my lips as I sat back down. Terri looked at me and then at Elly. I had no idea what she was thinking until she spoke.

“I am so sorry we got sidetracked. Can I make it up to you with a really good massage? As part of my coursework, we had to take physical therapy courses and one of those included massage therapy.”

Although the question was directed at me, her eyes were on Elly. I never heard Elly say anything but Terri’s mouth split into a big grin and she asked, “Do you guys have any massage oil or baby oil something?”

Elly responded before I could say anything, “I think so. If not, we have some really great lotion that I use all the time. Why don’t you take him upstairs and use your bed, if you don’t mind. The couch just isn’t very good for that sort of thing. We’ve tried it and it just doesn’t work well. I’ll be up in a minute or two with the massage oil and the lotion.”

As I stood up, I am pretty sure my face was a ‘deer in the headlights’ sort of expression. I looked at Elly and she smiled and gave me a wink. Now what the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Groaning, I hobbled over to the stairs and followed Terri’s ass upstairs. She was in tight short shorts and the view did not help my struggle south of the belt line.

When we got to Terri’s room, she was going to be using our guest bedroom. I never understood the rational of having a “guest” bedroom when we almost never have guests. But it was something Elly was raised with. We were too poor to waste a bedroom when I was growing up. When guests came in, I slept on the couch or in the basement and they got my room.

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After turning 18 and realizing how bi i was i decided that this Halloween could be my chance to dress as a slut and have fun. I told my aunt who lived with us that I was going to a big Halloween party and needed help with my costume. Her and her friend Sue decided to help me. They decided that since it was only a month away we needed to start early.

That Friday night they had me strip with just a small towel covering my cock and balls. I asked them what they had planned and they told me that they were going to wax my body! First Sue rubbed oil all over my chest. Now Sue was 27 at the time, single, and no steady guy. She did have a great body with massive tits. As she rubbed on the oil my cock got hard. She liked this and started to tease me, saying she needed to tie me down so I would calm down.

My aunt, Eileen, laughed at this and went and got some rope and they actually tied me down spread eagle on the bed, a rubber casino siteleri sheet under me. Then it got interesting. Sue said she was afraid the oil would stain her clothing so she removed her blouse and pants, leaving her in a bulging bra and granny panties. Eileen laughed and said why not? Her tits were aa, more nipple with a small tight bra but under her jeans she had on just nude pantyhose that showed her bush. Both had been drinking a few beers and a few shots of Sambucca as well.

Sue went back to the oil as Eileen left to heat the wax. This wax before microwaves and she was doing i on the stove. As Sue poured more oil on me she pushed the cloth off my cock and said how cute it was, waving back and forth. My cock is about 5 and 1/2 inches long but at this stage of my life seemed to be always hard! Eileen returned and said it might hurt a bit so don’t scream! Before I could say another thing she poured the wax on my legs slot oyna and I did scream! She laughed and told Sue to shut me up!

Sue then moved and knelt with her ass above my face. As Eileen poured more wax on my legs Sue lowered her panty covered ass over my screaming mouth! While it was painful I was getting used to the wax. Then Eileen started to pull it off with my hair. As she did this i started to bite and tug on Sue’s panties. Then Sue stood up and removed them, telling me if i was going to eat i might as well eat her! She lowered her cunt onto my face, pulled my head up and i started to lick away. Her cunt was sopping wet to start and as I licked and sucked her pussy and clit she ground into my face. She came at least 3 times before Eileen had finished. At this point i had shot my load without anyone touching me!

Eileen started to laugh as she untied me to roll me over but first she scooped up my cum and fed it to me. As canlı casino siteleri I resisted she squeezed my balls to urge me on. Now on my stomach Sue and her applied more oil and then wax. Now Sue moved so that as I tried to scream it was into her ass. I started licking her ass as she masturbated. She came a few more times as Eileen finished and my body was now hairless. Again they untied me and rolled me over and again my cock was hard. Eileen said how cute it was and I remembered her telling us that her boyfriend Vinny had a huge cock! She then sat on my face and had me eat her till she came several times. i had to use my teeth to rip a hole in her pantyhose to do this. She then rolled to my side and rubbed her nylon covered feet on my cock. I shot almost instantly. She then forced her cum covered toes into my mouth to clean up.

After this they untied me and dressed me in pantyhose and a nightie, fixed my hair in a shag and sent me to bed. I was not allowed to jerkoff and was so excited I had a hard time sleeping, wondering what the next day would bring since they told me that they were going to make sure I was ready for the party…

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One of the big lessons I learned the summer I graduated from high school was that if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing even if it was your mother’s idea. The Park Department was putting on a series of events for young adults, and my mother kept bugging me to go to one of them. “It will get you out of the house,” she’d say. “You love the outdoors. It will give you a chance to meet people.” By people she meant girls. Here I was, eighteen, and I still didn’t have a girlfriend. She was afraid I’d be a bachelor all my life.

The fact is, I was dying to get out of the house. I did love the outdoors. I desperately wanted to meet girls. The only reason I was dragging my feet was because it was her idea. It began to dawn on me that this was not a very grown-up reason.

So I took a look at the schedule. One of the events was going to be an orienteering hike in Twisty Creek Park. The hikers would be divided up into teams, and each team would have to find its way around an eight-mile course using a map and a compass. It sounded like it might be fun. So I signed up. They sent me a topographic map of the park and a list of directions that we’d have to follow to get around the course.

——

On the morning of the hike, I got to the park a few minutes late. There were half a dozen cars in the parking lot, but I didn’t see any people. I got out to take a look around. Another car door opened, and a girl got out. She was wearing khaki shorts, a light blue polo shirt, and a safari hat.

“Are you here for the orienteering hike?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Have they left already?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve been here for ten minutes, and you’re the only other person I’ve seen.” She had a pretty face with freckles and light brown hair.

“Do you think it got cancelled?”

“Usually they let you know.”

“So what should we do?”

“Keep waiting, I guess. See if anyone else shows up.”

She got her backpack from her car, and we waited in the shade of some trees. We looked at our maps and oriented ourselves with respect to a few of the taller hills that could be seen from the parking lot. I was usually pretty shy around girls, but since we were both interested in figuring out the map, I was able to hold my own.

Eventually fifteen minutes had gone by, and no one else had arrived.

“Well, I guess we’re it,” she said. “What do you think? Shall we just go ahead and try to take the hike ourselves?”

It was an exciting prospect. She was friendly and pretty and we seemed to be getting along well. “I guess that’s what we’re here for.”

So we headed out down the trail. It was a fire access road, actually, wide enough for the two of us to walk along side by side. She introduced herself as Carrie. She was outgoing and friendly and easy to talk to. She’d just graduated from the public high school. I’d just graduated from the Catholic boys prep school. We were both going to State next year.

“I thought everybody from St Francis went to some big name college,” she said.

“Some do, but not everybody can afford it.”

“Wasn’t it weird going to a school with only boys?”

“You get used to it, I guess.”

“But you had girls in your grade school, didn’t you? I don’t see why they separate you in high school. I mean, the real world has boys and girls both. Shouldn’t high school be the same way?”

“I guess they figure we’ll catch up eventually.”

“But you guys did do things with Carlmont, didn’t you?” That was the Catholic girls high school. “Dances and things?”

“They had dances and things. I didn’t usually go.”

“How come?”

“Shy I guess.”

“Oh come on. You don’t seem that shy. Did you go the prom?”

“Nah.” To tell you the truth, the thought of going to the prom had never even crossed my mind. But now I felt embarrassed that I hadn’t at least considered it.

“Because you were shy?”

“I didn’t really have anyone to ask.”

“Couldn’t you have asked one of the girls you went to grade school with?”

“I guess I haven’t kept in very good touch with them.”

“Well? See? II you want to have someone to ask to the prom, it’s going to take a little effort on your part.”

Yeah, I got it. But I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable being in the spotlight.

“What about you?” I asked. “Did you go to the prom?”

Her reply surprised me. “Not really.”

“How come?”

“Nobody asked me.”

“Really? I mean, seriously. You’re so pretty. You’re so nice.”

“Yeah, well, a lot of shy guys at my school too I guess.”

——

The first few legs of the orienteering route were pretty easy to figure out. They had us going along a ridge with nice views of the creek and the hills beyond. It was a pleasant day with big fluffy clouds in the sky. We didn’t see another soul on the trail.

Then one leg took us down into a big open meadow. It started off along an unofficial path that wasn’t too hard to follow. But when we got down to the meadow the trail became casino oyna sketchier and sketchier. Finally it disappeared altogether, and we had to bushwhack through tall grass in the general direction of the creek. The ground was swampy in places, and swarming with mosquitos.

“I wish I’d worn long pants,” Carrie grumbled. Eventually we came to firmer ground, and we struck the creek right at a stand of shady sycamores. It was a pretty site with a rough little beach of pebbles and coarse sand.

According to the directions, there should have been a bridge there, but there wasn’t. We studied the map, and Carrie finally figured it out. We weren’t where we thought we were.

“Here’s the bridge,” she said, pointing at the map. “If we were there, then Grizzly Peak would be west of this hill. But it’s east. So we must be over here somewhere.”

“Right,” I said. “And look, the creek takes a big turn here. So maybe this is where we are.” I indicated a point on the map only about two-thirds of the way toward the bridge. We decided that we must have taken the wrong side trail down into the meadow. It hadn’t been a real trail at all, just an animal track. That’s why it had petered out in the tall grass.

“So what do we do now?” Carrie asked.

One option would be to retrace our steps through the meadow, but neither of us much wanted to go back that way again. Or we could try to follow along the creek itself, but we had no idea how rough the terrain might be.

The third option would be to cross the creek where we were and then cut across country to intersect the trail again about a half a mile ahead. That way didn’t look to be as overgrown as the meadow had been, and in fact it looked like it might be our best bet. The problem was the creek. It was pretty wide here, and no telling how deep. We decided to reconnoiter a bit to see if we could find an easier place to cross.

——

Carrie bent down to tighten her shoelace and let out a little shriek.

“A tick!” she cried. It was in the cuff of her sock. She brushed it off and stomped it with a vengeance. Our instructions had warned about the possibility of ticks. The ones in our area weren’t thought to carry Lyme disease, but they could carry other diseases, and they were just all-around nasty creatures, burrowing into your skin and sucking your blood.

Carrie sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree. She took off her shoes and socks and found one more tick. I stepped out of my own shoes and found one of the little buggers myself. “We must have picked them up in the meadow,” I said.

Carrie was checking the legs of her shorts. She spotted another one, right on her inner thigh. “God,” she said, “I’ve got one on my leg, too.”

I was wearing long pants. “They can’t get inside your clothes, can they?”

Carrie was standing up again. “They can get anywhere! We probably need to check ourselves . . . all over.” She sounded very serious. She began to unbutton her shorts, but she didn’t want to pull them down in front of me. So she turned her back, and then looked over her shoulder to make sure I turned my back too.

Was she really going to take off her shorts right out there in the open? Well, it was the only way to know for sure. The spot where we were was pretty secluded. We’d turned our backs to give each other as much privacy as possible.

I started to wonder if I shouldn’t check myself as well. I took off my tee shirt and felt around my chest and armpits. Could they really have gotten inside my pants? I unbuckled them and tried to look down inside. It felt kind of silly undressing in the out of doors, but I carefully stepped out of one leg and then the other. I took a quick glance around to make sure Carrie wasn’t looking.

She still had her back to me. She’d taken off her shorts . . . and everything else! I could see her bare, split bottom. She was completely nude! That must have been what she meant by checking herself all over.

I was shocked that she’d taken her clothes off, and I was just as shocked that she’d thought it necessary to check herself all the way down to the skin. I turned quickly back away from her. I looked down inside the waistband of my underpants. It was a rat’s nest of pubic hair down there. Could there be ticks? The only way to know for sure would be to take a closer look.

Keeping my back to Carrie, I slid my underpants down. And right there on the underside of my penis, right where it emerged from my balls, was the horrid little black watermelon seed of a tick. It had already started to latch on. My heart skipped a beat.

Carrie must have heard me gasp. “Don’t try to pull it out!” she ordered. She was looking right at me. “You might break it, and then we won’t be able to get the head out. Hold on. I’ve got some tweezers in my first-aid kit.”

She crouched to open her backpack, split bottom and all. Then she stood back up with the tweezers. She had breasts—real breasts—and, down where her bikini bottom should have been, a fuzzy little patch of hair. I’d slot oyna never seen a girl naked before. I’d never seen the way her breasts swell so naturally from her chest, the way they sway as she hastens toward you, the way they’re capped so frankly by their pink little buds.

“Sit there,” she commanded, indicating the tree trunk. Her face was full of concern, her voice charged with the authority of someone who has recently read the field manual. She knelt down in front of me. No girl had ever seen my penis before. But now I had no choice but to show it to her. I lifted it up and let her see even the underside.

She assessed the situation. “Keep the skin stretched tight,” she told me. So I held my dick up with one hand and used the other to pull down the saggy skin of my balls. She held the tweezers parallel to the skin, right down touching it, to grab the tick as close in as she could get. She pulled slowly, tenting the skin at first and then plucking the tick right out. She inspected it closely. “I think we got it all,” she said with freckled concentration, holding it up for me to see. She squashed it between the jaws of the tweezers, then dropped it on the ground and smeared it with a rock.

She looked back up at me, still crouched between my legs, deliberately ignoring the fact that we were both naked. “I should probably check to see if there are any others,” she said, speaking still with the authority of the field manual. I could see that she was probably right. She could check me much more thoroughly than I could check myself. I let go of my dick and spread my legs farther apart.

She bent in close. She started with my pubic hair, using both her hands to curry through it. Just a minute ago we’d been hiking down the trail, chatting about high school, and now we were naked and she was fiddling around with my crotch. All I could see from my vantage were her brown tresses and her broad, bare back. But I could feel her careful probing. No one had ever touched me where she was touching me. I could feel myself starting to stiffen. There was nothing I could do to stop it. She finally had to move her head back to dodge being slapped in the cheek. I was too embarrassed to even apologize.

She kept working as if protruding dicks were nothing out of the ordinary for her. She had me spread my legs even wider so she could check where my balls tucked up against my thighs. She was still using her fingers to curry the hair, but very timidly, trying hard to avoid touching my scrotum. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed. Or so erect.

She scrunched way down, trying to see the underside of my balls. “Um . . .” she said.

It wasn’t really possible for me to lean much farther back. “What if I turn around?” I suggested.

We stood up. I turned around and bent over the tree trunk, planting my hands on the ground on the other side. I don’t know if asses blush, but it sure felt like mine was as red as a beet.

She gingerly swept her hand over my thigh, first the back, then the inside, right up to the seam. Then she cautiously parted my butt cheeks. Christ! She was looking at my asshole! Not even the guys in gym class had ever seen my asshole! Then she went even further down. I tried to think what was even down there. My butt crack must end somewhere. She was inspecting places so private I’d never even thought about them before.

Finally her probing stopped and her hands withdrew. “I don’t see any more,” she said. I stood back up. My dick was as rigid as a fire hydrant, and there wasn’t anything I could do to hide it.

“So . . .” she said, hesitantly. It was pretty clear now that the only way to know for sure whether she had ticks would be for me to check her. But she was too shy to ask. I tried to muster up some of her field-manual confidence. I gestured for her to sit down on the trunk.

I did my best to follow her example. I made myself focus on the individual sectors rather than the girl they made up. Her skin was so white and so bare that it was easy to see that there were no ticks on her chest, on her bosom, on her sides, on her stomach. I moved my focus down to her fuzzy triangle.

I knew absolutely nothing about girls down there. We’d had sex ed in school, of course, but there had only been diagrams, and pretty schematic ones at that. Besides, it had been way back in sophomore year, when sex had seemed about as relevant to my actual life as medieval history. So I was venturing into uncharted territory.

Her pubic hair was a lot coarser than I somehow thought a girl’s would be, almost as coarse as mine. At the top of the patch, where it came near her faint tan line, the coverage was wispy and you could see through to the whitish skin underneath. Further down, especially along the midline, it was bushier and more concealing.

I went slowly, checking every square inch, using my fingers to gently curry the thicker spots, making sure that nothing escaped my notice. I began to see that the dimple along the midline was actually more of a gash. At first canlı casino siteleri I was horrified that it was the lingering scar from some unspeakable injury. But then I began to realize that it must have something to do with her vagina, that it might even be her vagina itself. I blushed and hoped she didn’t notice.

“You’ll . . . have to check there too,” she said in a brave voice, the voice she must have used in the doctor’s office. She put her fingers on either side of the gash and spread it a little ways open for me. It was deeper than I had thought, and much more elaborate, with different overlapping folds of pinkish skin, like the petals of an exotic, fleshy flower.

“Is it OK to touch you there?”

“You’ll probably have to.”

I took a deep breath and tried to pretend that I knew what I was doing. I used just the very tips of my fingers to gently peek down between the different petals. It was pretty clear now that these were her most private, private parts, nestled away here at the very heart of her lap. It would have been obscene for a tick to even presume to enter there. I was relieved I didn’t find any.

When I was done she stood up, red faced, and forced herself to turn around and present her bottom. The first thing I saw, right toward the top of her crack, was a little black watermelon seed. She heard my gasp. “Did you see how I did it?” she asked, nervously.

“I think so,” I tried to reassure her. I spread her bottom with one hand and slid the tweezers along the crack. I didn’t squeeze tightly enough the first time, and the tweezers slipped off. I tried again, squeezing more tightly, and this time I managed to pull it out. It looked like I’d gotten it all, but I took it around for her to double check. Then I pounded it with a rock like she’d done.

I continued my examination, but there was no way I could avoid seeing what I was seeing. There was her asshole, cuter, more feminine than I might have expected. And below it, somewhat surprisingly, her gash again, upside down now I guess, rimmed by hair, but not quite as camouflaged in this position. In fact, it made more sense this way. I could see right where a penis would go.

I didn’t find any more ticks. She stood up again, still red with embarrassment. But she held it in and issued one last field-manual directive. “We should probably check our clothes too.” She happened to be standing closer to my pile. “Shall I check yours? Can you check mine?”

——

I’d never paid much attention to clothes before, let alone girls’ clothes. But now I had to carefully inspect every stitch, every seam. Her shorts, her shirt, her panties, her bra. Inside and out.

I was surprised by how plain and simple her panties were. I guess I’d always thought that girls’ panties were silky and frilly, but these were just plain white cotton, not that different from my own. Skinnier though. It was hard to believe they would cover anything at all.

Her bra was simple too, soft and cottony, not at all like the severe harnesses I’d always pictured. Her bra and her panties were just underwear, I realized. The comfy clothes she wore closest to her body.

I emptied the pockets of her shorts. Car keys, wallet, pocket knife. I opened her wallet to make sure there were no ticks hiding inside. That’s what the folds of her vagina were like—the different little pockets of her wallet. I probed them gently. Fifteen dollars in cash, her driver’s license, her health plan card.

Almost hidden in the innermost pocket was a photograph: a younger Carrie with her parents and an even younger sister, outside on a sunny Spring day, laughing happily about some merriment taking place just off frame. Carrie was a bit ganglier, but just as earnest, just as pretty, just as full of confident expectation. It was in some ways the most intimate view of her I’d had yet. It made me feel as if I’d known her my whole life.

——

I ended up finding one tick in Carrie’s shorts, and she found two in my pants leg. We smiled shyly and exchanged the items we were holding—my tee shirt for her bra. She didn’t put it on, but she slowly brought her arm up to cover her chest. She slowly lowered her other arm to cover her patch of fuzz. She did it demurely, not as if she were trying to hide anything but just in a sort of muted acknowledgement that our excuse for being naked was drawing to a close.

I took it for granted that she must know the rules about boys and girls being naked together better than I did. So I followed her lead and tried to nonchalantly clasp my hands together in front of myself. It was a bit awkward, though, since I had to clasp them so far out in front. Carrie looked at the bra. She didn’t seem at all enthusiastic about having to get dressed again.

But then I thought of something. “If we’re going to ford the stream, shouldn’t we wait to put our clothes on until we get to the other side?”

She had to agree that it made sense. Otherwise our clothes would get all wet. But that meant that we would have to stay naked a while longer. Apparently the field manual wasn’t altogether clear about mixed nudity in non-emergency situations. So we stood there, a bit awkwardly, covering ourselves with our hands, staring at the ground, not exactly sure what to do next.

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