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My mother rewarded me for doing well in my first year at university by organizing a holiday to stay with her sister. My mother was 40 and her sister a few years younger and living in some sort of hippie community up the coast with plenty of surfing and swimming and sun. My aunt and uncle picked me up from the train and we drove to their house. We drove off the highway for a short while and came to a gate with a big sign,’ PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO TRESPASSING.’ I asked what that was all about and Brett said, “This is a private community where we are all members and it is not open to public. You have to be invited and clothing is optional. It’s like a big club with a great beach and great surf. You’ll enjoy it. Optional clothing.”

Well that was the first time I’d heard about optional clothing. There was no way I was going to take my clothes off. It was a beautiful day, warm, and the sun shining.

Jessica said, “Monica, your room’s down the end. The bathroom’s there. Put your things down and we’ll have something to eat.”

The reality of optional dressing hit me when I saw Jessica standing at the stove naked. She had a very nice bottom and when she turned around I could see that she had nice breasts and a hairy pussy. I tried to hide my surprise. I was dressed in a T-shirt without a bra and shorts. I had seen a little bit of porn but not much – I was not very interested. I have seen naked women in dressing rooms and the sight of pubic hair never aroused my interest before but I was suddenly interested. I will try to look her in the eye while at the same time taking in the view of her breasts and pussy. She looks pretty sexy. At that moment Brett walked in naked too. My eyes instantly concentrated on his penis as he walked towards me. This was the first time I’d ever seen an adult penis in the flesh. I’d seen a few porn ones, all long and straight and they were things of beauty. Brett’s was quite long and hanging loose and the head was covered by skin. It looked ugly. I tried to imagine what it looked like stiff and hard. For the first time in my life I looked at two people and realised that his penis was designed to enter her vagina. Oh my God. Sex was confronting me like never before. I’d never really taken much interest but the sight of Brett’s penis was making me a little bit excited. More than a little bit. I looked at Jessica’s hairy pussy and realised that her pubic triangle was just there to hide her vagina. I must be like that too. The images raced backwards and forwards in my mind as we all ate lunch.

“We’re going to go down to the beach. We’ve got a spare surfboard for you. Do you know how to use one?”

“Yes, I’ve used one a few times and I’m getting better.”

“The surf is not very big. It starts a long way out and you get a good long ride in.”

“You go on. I’ll change into my swimming costume and meet you down there.”

I made sure they had gone and when they did I got out my trusty vibrator and had a quick orgasm before changing into my two-piece costume. I felt so much better.

I walked down to the beach and they were standing there waiting for me and introduced me to a few of their friends and then we headed for the beach and quick surf. I couldn’t believe how they treated being naked as so normal. Jessica explained that most of the people stayed in front of the clubhouse but over near the rocks there was a group of people who were less inhibited. Apparently in the very first days the organisers of the gated community had sent two people to do a tour of other nudist beaches and come back with ideas. They came back with the idea that we should set up an area separate from the common area where people who wanted to make love and go beyond visual enjoyment could do what they wanted to do without bothering anybody. That’s why we set up that area over there. There were no signs – everybody just knew it.

I felt really stupid. I think I was the only one on the whole beach who was dressed. Nobody else. I’d never felt so embarrassed in my life before. We sat down on the beach together and then I moved over to join a group of young people. They all said hello but I felt frozen out of the conversation. What was I going to do? I had told myself I would not get undressed but peer pressure was being silently applied. I took off my costume top and revealed my breasts. I felt confident about them because I knew they had good shape and size and I had already checked the girls in our group. I was up amongst the best of them.

Immediately two of the Demirtaş Escort boys moved over closer and started talking and then all of a sudden everybody was up with their surfboards and in the water paddling out. I have no idea how many times we went out and came back in but I was feeling a bit tired by the end. Everybody lay down on their towels to get the sun and then it became obvious that not one of them cared a hoot if anybody looked at their penises or pussies. It certainly gave me an opportunity to look. I had never looked on such a sight in my life. The boys were short and long, circumcised and uncircumcised. Take your pick. Most of the girls had shaved pussies and a few very hairy. After I had seen all I wanted to, I lay down too. Curiosity got the better of me. I couldn’t help looking. I couldn’t believe how nonchalant they all were at exposing their most private parts.

We went out several times on our surfboards and it was time to go to the clubhouse for a drink before dinner. It was my chance to look at more dicks but this time on older blokes. Their wives were with them and I kept imagining them making love. We had a few drinks then went back home for dinner. After watching TV for a while it was time for bed. We said good night and went to our rooms but I decided to come out to the kitchen and have a drink of water. Brett was out there too, not expecting anybody and boy did he have an erection. His ugly penis had turned into a thing of beauty. Jessica was in for a fine time tonight. As I gave myself an orgasm I could hear little noises coming from her bedroom. The next morning I gave in. I decided that I would go without my costume and I would show my pussy in public for the first time. Brett and Jessica were surprised. Jessica said, “I’m glad you’ve decided to join in with everybody. Nobody here cares. You will enjoy yourself much more. You’ve got a terrific body.”

She was right. When I got back to the beach I was much more accepted by the others. Nobody actually looked at me closely although they were obviously aware that I was displaying my pussy for the first time. Strangely enough I didn’t feel as if I had made such a major step. All the girls had pussies and they were not ashamed of them. I watched the other girls and they often sat with crossed legs so that you could see their cracks but they were not embarrassed. I didn’t realise that girls could have such different pussies. The variation in clitoris size was amazing. I should not have been surprised. I knew that boys had big dicks and small dicks. Even the ones that had their clitorises sticking out from their cracks proudly showed them. The more confident I got, the more I showed myself. I looked down and saw that my crack opened and you could see my clitoris clearly. I was looking from the top. I wondered what it looked like front on. I noticed that the boys came closer too and were taking more interest in me. I liked that because when they got closer I could look at their dicks better. I had decided that I preferred uncircumcised ones until one boy Jimmy started talking to me and in front of my eyes his uncircumcised dick started to grow and the large pink head of his penis began to peek through his foreskin and I have to say, I found that the most beautiful sight. I had an unbelievably strong urge to reach out and hold it but I controlled myself. That would have given him license to put his finger into my crack and I didn’t want that. We talked for a while and then we all got up and took our surfboards into the surf. Jimmy walked next to me and I watched in amazement as his large beautiful cock stood out in front of him. I was proud of myself. He must be excited by my body. I had never had that reaction on any boy before and I feel immensely proud that I could be so sexy.

We made many trips out and back and Jimmy helped me with a few tips so that my technique got better and I was really surfing very well. We had lunch and came back and surfed some more. When it got close to dinner time everybody else left and we were more or less alone. It was getting dark and the sun was setting and Jimmy suggested we go out and ride tandem. I had no idea what he meant but he demonstrated that I should get on the front of his surfboard and he would get on the back and we would paddle out together and then surf in together. The first time was a bit difficult but I got the hang of it soon enough and on the second time we were doing very well. On the third trip in Jimmy pushed his penis against my Demirtaş Escort Bayan bottom so that I knew it was there. I didn’t resist because I was quite taken with him. Halfway into the shore his hand snaked around and his finger slipped into my crack and touched my clitoris. It was the most glorious feeling and he rubbed until finally the surfboard stopped in the shallows.

“Do you want to have another one?”

“Yes. I liked that.’

We paddled back out again and turned to come back in again. This time Jimmy put his hand on my breast and twiddled my nipple. Oh God. It was good. Then his finger went back to my clitoris again. He was relentless and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Finally the surfboard shuddered to a halt in the shallows and we stepped into the sand. Jimmy was pressed hard up against me and I could feel his large erection against my bum crack while his fingers kept on. I knew an orgasm was coming and it got stronger and stronger and my body erupted as never before. When my body spasms had subsided I turned around and kissed Jimmy and held his erect penis for the first time. I have no idea how long we stood there wrapped in each other’s arms until I finally said, “Let’s go and dry ourselves.”

Jimmy dried me and his hands spent an inordinate amount of time drying my breasts and my pussy while I was drying him and spending an inordinate amount of time drying his penis and balls. It was still warm and we lay down on our towels and kissed and cuddled. His finger must’ve been drawn like a magnet to my clitoris because it was back there in a flash. I loved it and all I could think of was how much I loved Jimmy. I knew it was crazy but I couldn’t help myself.

Jimmy said, “Are you safe?”

“I think so. Yes I’m pretty sure I am.” Did I realise that was giving him the all clear to put his penis in my vagina? Of course I did. When I came on this holiday sex had been very far from my mind but being so close to a real penis had changed everything. All of a sudden I was obsessed about getting his beautiful looking tip into my vagina. I never realised how it was shaped to just open me up and slip in. Oh boy!

No further invitation was needed. In what seemed like a flash to me Jimmy had separated my knees and was kneeling between them and the next thing I felt was his penis sliding right into me. It was the most wonderful feeling and after a few minutes I felt him come inside me.

“I’m going down to the water again. I have to clean up. You should come too.”

We walked back to Jessica’s hoping to get dinner.

“Sorry I’m late. I’ve been with Jimmy. Is it too late for dinner? Is there enough for Jimmy?”

“Sure. There’s plenty. Hi Jimmy. We’ve known Jimmy for a long time and we know his parents well.”

“Did you wonder where I was?”

“Yes we did and we walked down to the beach and saw you and Jimmy together. I think you’re in love.”

Oh no. Jessica saw me making love to Jimmy. I’m so embarrassed. It was pretty dark. She couldn’t have seen much. I think I’m going to blush.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mother. I don’t think she’d be very happy but I’m happy for you. You’ve discovered yourself and you’re enjoying it. That’s great. That’s the philosophy up here.”

“It’s been quite a day hasn’t it? I never had a boyfriend until today and now look what’s happened.”

“We are very happy for you. Let’s get out a bottle of wine and celebrate. If Jimmy wants to stay the night here he can. Would you like that?”

“Jimmy. You should ring your mother and tell her you are not coming home, otherwise she’ll be worried.”

We sat around and talked for a while and then went to bed. We were no sooner in the bedroom and I had shut the door and I could see Jimmy’s penis rising from its slumber and getting longer and harder in front of my eyes. I threw my arms around him and I could feel it pressing into my body and then I turned the light off – I stupidly thought that it would somehow give my aunt and uncle the impression that we were sleeping if they didn’t see a light coming under the door. In retrospect I’m sure they knew we were fucking. I lay down on the bed and Jimmy was massaging and sucking my breasts and I was in heaven. It didn’t take long and his finger had gravitated to my clitoris again I could feel myself getting wet and that his finger was in my vagina. It felt great. The next thing I was on my back with my knees separated and he was vigorously Escort Demirtaş pumping into me and then I felt his body stiffen and his penis pulse a few times and it was all over.

We kissed and cuddled again and then we had another session. This time I made sure that my finger was on my clitoris and rubbing at the same time that he was pushing in an out. It was a great move. I had a great orgasm and made a few sounds. I hope they didn’t hear me. We waited a while until Jimmy got hard again and then we did it again. I tried to silently slip into the bathroom and clean myself up. I must’ve been a mess. When I got back to bed Jimmy was asleep. We must have slept really well because it was late when we got up and I went into the kitchen and there was a note from Jessica saying that they had gone down to the clubhouse and we could meet them down there for lunch later on. I was very pleased because it gave me a chance to be with Jimmy alone in the light and be able to examine him. Everything had happened so quickly.

“I need a shower after last night and I think you need one too.”

It was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done. His hands were all over my body and between my legs and rubbing my breasts and my hands were all over his body and playing with his penis and balls. We dried each other in the most salacious way while we kissed and cuddled at the same time and then we went to the bed.

“The first time I met you and you were sitting cross-legged in front of me and I could see your erection growing and the tip of your penis was starting to peek out and it was so exciting. I really want to look at it again. Lie down so that I can hold your penis and watch the skin move up and down over the tip. I love seeing the tip appear and then disappear. I didn’t realise just how hard your penis got. I guess it has to be hard to force its way into my vagina.”

My lips wrapped around his dick and I sucked and I could see that Jimmy was enjoying the attention. I went for quite a long time but he didn’t seem as if he was going to come. It must’ve been the four times we did it last night. After a while I stopped and lay on my back. In those few moments of silence I thought to myself, “is this same girl who would not show herself naked in public and now 24 hours later she is opening her legs wide and showing everything to somebody she only met yesterday. It’s hard to believe. I hope he likes it. I’ve never really seen it myself. My God. He is separating my lips and now his finger is on my clitoris and rubbing backwards and forwards. God it feels good. Now he’s pulling my hood back.”

“Can you see my clitoris?”

“Yes. Just. It’s a tiny little thing like a bean and it’s hard. I’m going to lick it.”

Oh God I can’t believe how good that is. If he wanted to do that for the whole day I’d let him. No he can’t do that for the whole day. I can feel an orgasm coming. It feels so good. My hands involuntarily pulled his head down to stay in position as if he was going to run away. My thighs have locked him in position and now I’m spasming all over the place. Oh God. It’s too much. He has to stop. I pushed his head away while the last few spasms exhausted themselves and I lay panting. I drew his head down and kissed his lips and tasted pussy for the first time. Funny taste. Nice. Jimmy drew himself up, separated my knees and in a flash was pounding on my vagina. When he was finished he just rolled over and looked at me.

“What made you interested in me?”

“When we were sitting cross-legged and you were looking at my penis getting longer and harder I was looking at your breasts. You have got beautifully shaped breasts and very nice nipples. When I looked down at your pussy it just looked so attractive. I can’t tell you why exactly but you aren’t very hairy. You’ve got a nice light covering and with your legs apart like that I could see your crack and there was just a little bit of flesh poking out. I knew that had to be your clitoris and I was dying to look at it and touch it. It felt so good touching it for the first time when we were on the surfboard. I could feel your body respond. That was good. It felt great and it was exciting to feel it get harder and then feel that you were getting wet. I could tell that you were initially reluctant but your body responded to my touch. Later I slipped right in and you were so welcoming. I could never have imagined that my first time would be so great. Thank you.”

“I think we should go down to the clubhouse otherwise they will think we’re fucking. I have to stop being embarrassed and remember that everybody is fucking and nobody cares. I have to stop being ashamed of my pussy and get used to the fact that I am like everybody else and enjoy it.”

“You are right. Stop thinking about it and just let it happen. It’s natural.”

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A new client. I carefully scan the documentation to ensure he’s past his eighteenth birthday and has passed the physical. I leave my desk and walk into the classroom, which looks more like a formal sitting room. He looks up and I don’t give him any time to think.

“Kiss me.”

He stands, moves over to stand next to me.

I feel his lips touch mine, the pressure tentative, careful. He’s frightened. I pull back, open my eyes.

“That was so nice. A sweet kiss, saying that you like me.”

“Thank you.” He is sweet. Someone raised this one right. Let’s see if I can find the fire in this one.

“This time, kiss me like you intend to make me glad that I’m a woman.” That’s oblique, but we’ll see how it goes.

This time he pushes a little harder. His hand comes up to the back of my head, controlling the kiss, our time together.

I part my lips, waiting.

Here it comes, at last, his tongue enters me, starts exploring. I try to pull away and he offers just a hint of resistance before he releases me.

Excellent. Men are naturally agressive. That will work for now.

He looks frightened, again.

“Don’t worry, I liked it just fine. It’s just, you surprised me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what to do.”

I laugh, “No, it’s my bad. Every time a girl offers some resistance, it’s not because she wants you to stop. Sometimes, it’s playful, wanting you to assert yourself. You held me just a moment, there, and guess what, I liked it. You took control. I want that.”

His face relaxed. He’s flush, I can tell he wants the lesson to continue. I do have his attention, so…

“Now, always remember Rule Number One – – -“

His color drops just a bit. “No means No.”

I want to smile. He’s reviewed the brochure I sent over to prepare him.

“Yes. You’ll have to deal with silly girls, and serious ones, smart ones and some not so smart, experienced girls and inexperienced. Most of the time, they don’t know what to do any more than you do. If you’re open to their feelings and sensitive, you’ll have a hint of what to do next. At best, it is a mutual exploration. Try it and see, and always?”

“Look for feedback!”

“That’s right. Now, what do I want you to do next?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’m not running away screaming, so why don’t you try something?”

He looks into my eyes, then reaches up and brushes back my hair, strokes my ear, and rests his hand on my shoulder. I have a winner!

I close my eyes, tilt my head, and part my lips for him.

His kiss begins tenderly, his hand strokes my neck and his other hand moves around my waist. This one has potential!

The kiss deepens and I open my lips for him. His tongue enters me, wrestles mine a bit, but he doesn’t stop until he has control. I’m responding.

I suck on his tongue, gently, massaging his. My hands rise to his shoulders, rubbing them, feeling their strength.

I pull back long enough to say, “Kiss my neck, darling.” I bend away to offer it to him.

He moves down and begins kissing my neck, passionately kissing and sucking. I pause and enjoy this a bit. Finally, I moan for him.

“That means keep doing that…” He does up and down, up and down, then switches sides, forcing my head to tilt the other way. Oh, my, he’s taking over, yes, yes, yes…

“Don’t stop, but listen. What you’re doing is perfect, keep going. But now is when I want you to slip my dress and bra straps off my shoulders.”

“How am I supposed to know when it’s okay?”

I moan again for him. “A moan of pleasure might mean keep going and it might be okay to try something more. If it’s not okay, she’ll stop Manavgat Escort you. The way she stops you tells you if you went too far or if you’re supposed to keep doing the old thing but stop doing the new thing.”

He pulls away, looks into my eyes, then his hands move to my shoulders, and gently, oh so gently, slowly, oh so slowly, slips first one strap down, then the other. In his eyes, I see no hesitation, no doubt. They do not ask, they command.

“Ohhhh…”

With a single movement, his lips move to my chest. He kisses my skin passionately, his tongue tastes of me, his eyes, oh, his eyes as they savor the flavor.

My flavor.

I am…

“Stop. Now.”

“What?” His tone furious, imperious, his eyes flashing with …no, not anger, with passion. Passion. I wanted to see the fire.

Here it is.

My lover, to whom I was so ready to surrender, to give all I had, pulls away from me. His arms drop and I watch as he trembles in his lust. His lust for me.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” My voice is calm, controlled, but focused.

“Why…?”

“I stopped you because I wasn’t the teacher, any more. I lost myself to you. I wanted you to … keep going, and to have me…”

Now, the anger, “Isn’t that what is supposed to happen?”

Careful, now, careful, “No, I’m supposed to maintain my composure at all times. If I surrender myself, I’m not observing, not critiquing, not doing my job.”

“How can we proceed?”

I laugh. The bottom line. These students can be so challenging, but their desire is … constant.

“We’ll set aside the natural progression of seduction and take up some of the specific skills. I promise you’ll enjoy those, as well.”

“I need a moment alone, in the bathroom, yes, in the bathroom…”

I laugh, “No, no, that would be counter-productive. If you need relief, it’s better if I help you out. You can do it yourself when you’re alone. Here, you have me.”

He’s confused, again, “What do you mean.”

I reach out and cover his obvious erection in his pants with my hand. I’m careful not to move it – he’ll respond if I do.

“You have your choice of my mouth, my pussy, or my bottom.”

“What?”

“You need relief, obviously, and I’m here to provide it, in the interest of the lesson. I’ll choose if you’re finding it difficult.”

“Maybe you’d better. I’m still not sure…”

“Very well. There will come a time when you and your lover’s passion requires expression, and you don’t have a lot of time. Here is one way to deal with that situation which both of you will find satisfying. First, stand in front of me.”

He stands, more closely than ever before.

“Now, take me in your arms and kiss me, passionately, but hurriedly.”

He does this just fine. We’re making progress. I enjoy the kiss but quickly pull back from him.

I can see the urgency in his eyes.

“Now flip me around facing away from you, and push my upper body down toward the back of the couch. Focus on doing this urgently, but carefully, You’re in control, communicating to me what I must do to please you, but not forcing me to do something I don’t want to do. Gently is not right, harshly is not right, but you must be firm.”

He turns me around and pushes down on my shoulders so that my arms move down to support myself on the back of the couch. He’s a bit too brusque, but that is the hardest part of this. He will learn and for now, he is quite aroused, I remember.

“Good, now reach down and pull up my dress and slip so that my bottom is exposed.”

He’s really awkward at this, but he manages. The garments fall Manavgat Escort Bayan back and he has to repeat it, but I find it charming he’s so unfamiliar with female clothing.

He’ll learn.

“Good, I know what you want, now, and you must hurry to complete this act. With one movement, slide your hand inside my panties and pull them down. If you must, shove them down so that they are out of your way. Ideally, this is all one motion. Don’t pause, ybury your index finger in my pussy. Quickly, now!”

The panties are clingy and most men aren’t used to dealing with stretchy garments, so this movement takes a bit of his attention to complete. Finally, I find his finger stroking up and down in the cleft, seeking the correct target. It feels quite nice, in any case. I’m aroused, but in control this time.

“There, it’s higher up than you think. Yes, there, there. I’ll teach you to pleasure my bottom in a later lesson. For now, you must fuck me with your finger a few times. You can enjoy the sensation and be certain that I am enjoying it as well.”

“How do I know you want me to continue?”

“Look down and see how I’ve placed my feet.”

“They’re apart.”

“That means I’m standing in such a way that makes me accessible to you. It’s a good sign that I understand and want you to continue.”

“Oh.”

“Now, mix up your finger motions. Give me a few short strokes, then some deep ones.”

He does this quite well. I moan again for him. It’s only partly voluntary.

“How does my pussy feel?”

‘It’s so soft and wet. You’re soaking wet and so very hot.”

“That means you can put two or three fingers in and I’ll enjoy it more, but for now, since we’re pretending we’re in a hurry, pull out your cock and put it where your fingers are…”

I feel a bit of fumbling and then something large and hard finds the entrance, lingers a bit, then presses urgently inside me.

“Oh, my, you’re huge. This will be quite fun!” He’s not remarkable, but certainly more than adequate. I’m hot, now, too.

He fucks me furiously. He’s so aroused and his erection was causing him discomfort. I don’t want him to come too quickly. Time for the teacher to return.

“Even when you’re in a hurry, you can use some technique. It’s exciting to me if despite the urgency, you slow down and tease me with slow, short strokes, just at the entrance. Give me a dozen that way, then surprise me with a sudden fierce thrust, all the way to the end.”

It’s not a surprise, but it still feels quite good.

“Now, mix it up. You can fuck me furiously, as hard and fast as you like, or you can mix up the short and long strokes. Make up a random string of numbers in your head and remember it.”

He laughs at this, but fortunately does not stop. I sense he nears his orgasm and thrust my bottom back against him. I control the movements of my vagina, squeezing his cock to maximize the sensation for him. This takes him over the top quickly and I feel his sperm squirt into me, so hot and fast. Men are so copious when they’re eighteen years old.

He starts to pull away, so I stop him, “Wait a minute. If you unplug now, I’ll spill all over the couch.” Never miss a chance to teach them their manners.

I reach under one of the pillows on the couch and pull out a hand towel, and cover myself as he withdraws. This is a special, tender moment of awkwardness when he should feel especially affectionate for me. I have to use it.

“There’s another face towel in the bathroom. Moisten it and bring it to me”

He’s back in a moment and I’m still standing there, somewhat awkwardly, holding my dress Escort Manavgat up in one hand and the towel in the other.

“My hands are full – perhaps you’d do the cleanup for me?”

He wipes me tenderly and gingerly, then dries me carefully.

We’re left standing there, each with a towel in one hand. I let my dress and slip fall.

He looks at me quizzically, “What do we do, now?”

I burst into tears, “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”

He takes me close to him once more (Yes!) and kisses my face, so gently and carefully, all over. He hugs me and I hug him back.

“Yes, that’s right. The time immediately following sex is very, very important. We naturally feel affectionate and close to one another and it’s fun to snuggle and cuddle and kiss. If you don’t do this, your partner will feel you’re a beast and just trying to use her as a toy. If she doesn’t want to, watch out as her motives may be suspect.”

“We were pretending we were in a hurry?”

“Yes, of course, but that just means the after-play is even more important. Even a single deep, passionate kiss can communicate your special feeling for your lover.”

“What else should I do?”

He hugs me close and nuzzles my neck. It’s quite nice.

“I’ll expect a call tonight. Make no reference to our intimacy – just ask how I am in a way that communicates that it matters to you how I feel. Mention something you noticed about me that is new to you, that is important to you.”

“Everything about you is new to me.”

I laugh and touch his face with my fingertips, “Yes, of course it is. Here’s a test.”

He smiles, “Okay.”

“Close your eyes.”

He does.

“What color are my eyes?”

The look on his face is pure horror. I think he’s going to cry.

I laugh loudly. He keeps his eyes closed.

“That’s a good lesson for you. If you’re going to be intimate with someone, first look at their eyes and remember the color.”

He opens his eyes and looks carefully, “They’re blue.”

“Do you recognize my perfume?”

“I’ m not really familiar…”

“It’s called ‘Pagan’ and despite the name, it’s quite subtle. What it is, though, is quite expensive.”

“Do you use it all the time?”

“Oh, no, sweet, it’s just for you, for our time together. When you graduate, I’ll throw it away and never use it again.”

He thinks about this.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll expect flowers. You must select them carefully, with me and with our relationship as the theme. If you’ve never studied the language of flowers, you can look it up tonight before your order.”

“What is our relationship?”

“I am your Teacher, and you are my Scholar.”

“May I kiss you before I go?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t and never ask, again.”

He kisses me, still so sweet and innocent. I love my job.

“The kiss is the question and my kiss back is the answer.”

“What will we do tomorrow?”

“You got my straps off my shoulders and we had to take a break. What does that suggest to you?”

“I enjoyed kissing your chest, immensely.”

“There are treasures you haven’t found, yet. We’ve much work to do.”

“Will we have a relief break every time?” Of course, he wants to know.

“In love, Scholar, nothing is certain. All I promise is that with each session, you’ll know more than you did before.”

“Will we ever argue?”

“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t. That will be our lesson tomorrow, then, you will learn to please me orally.”

He gawks at me, “Why?”

“There will be occasions when you displease me and must be punished. To return to my good graces, you must do something very special for me. It’s well that you learn how to learn how to please a woman. Now, go, quickly, lest our time of discontent begin immediately!”

He turns, moves to dress.

I pause at my door, smile at him and say, “Forget the flowers and you don’t need to come tomorrow afternoon.”

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The Patron, The beginning or is it?

This is a story form a time of two to three hundred yeas ago in England when times were not so good for women and girls of lower class if they ever found themselves alone without protection.

With disease rampant many children were left parent less orphans these are the tales of some of the girls of that time. Some will be happy and some will… well lets just say not so happy and leave it at that. And the man who would control their destiny!

***********

I never knew much about my father’s philanthropist activities till after he died and they became my responsibility. I could understand the museums and opera but the orphanage for girls, was more a mystery to me it seemed a money waster I could not see how this could be a benefit to me or to the estate, And indeed it seemed that way when I looked into the estate accounts. That is until I read the letter my Father had left me, telling of a different set of books, one that showed it to be one of the more profitable ventures of the estates holding. The details I’m sure you do not wish to know about.

Needless to say I had to look into this and learn more. The old woman that ran the place the Head Mistress was a crafty bitch. If ever there was a female deserving of the name she was it.

Since I had never been there before now, and she was fairly sure my father had never discussed it with me, she thought she could get away with pulling the wool over my eyes. I pulled her up short simply by asking if she had her bags packed, This confused her and she asked whatever for? Kumluca Escort I simply replied because I was sacking her if she kept up her act with me!

After putting her in her place she was meek as a kitten, all the same I would watch out for her claws, such a woman was not to be trusted.

While my Father didn’t have time to teach me a lot before he died, he did teach me how to deal with the hired help and servants, which is not to say they are both the same.

We got down to details and she filled me in on the operation that while it was indeed a orphanage, it was much more than that. A good many of the girls were trained as domestic maids suitable for most any good house of the ton. Sewing cleaning, cooking, and other domestic chores were instilled in them. Reading and any sort of higher education was clearly not in the cards for these girls. They wouldn’t be expected to know how, and might even be viewed with some suspicion if they could, such were the times we lived in.

However not all the girls became such maids, in fact very few did, most were sold into brothels for very good profit or private hands which was even more lucrative. Not that the Head Mistress knew just how much or even which girls went where. She just suspected and she felt that gave her some sort of edge on me.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out why my father kept her on, it was the way she handled the girls. They seemed fairly desperate to escape her control and who could blame them. But while they were eager to leave they had no idea they would be Kumluca Escort Bayan jumping from the frying pan and into the fire.

Which made them all the easier for me to manipulate. With the illusion dangling of a better life for them as a maid in a good house, simply if they were just nice to me, they would just about grant me anything. For that was what they all thought they were being trained for. And it stood that a good recommendation from me would insure that better life. Too be sure they didn’t think the Head Mistress would ever give them one.

It all became very clear when I looked into my father’s private office and papers there, just how nice a girl might become. There was only one key to that office and I held it. Also I was armed with the secrets that were hidden there.

Having satisfied with the business end of the operation I decided to look over the merchandise. It was a good size orphanage housing over sixty or seventy girls of varying ages from newborns to those that old enough to help teach the younger ones those being almost 21. My father making it quite plain he didn’t want any older girls there that might get wise to what was really going on.

With that many girls it was fairly easy to arrange a transaction at least once a month or so. That there were a goodly number of nursery age girls showed my father was thinking in the long term, their upkeep being minimal.

It turned out my father was a rather randy old goat, and that my mother was unable to deal with his peculiar needs, that of deflowering virgins. Escort Kumluca Since she could only offer that to him once. Here he had a virtually unending supply of unsuspectingly naive virgins that would fall all over themselves for a kind word from him and I saw no need to change things. As I looked over the girls, I decided to interview some of the older ones. They were putty in my hands even as inexperienced as I was, This one 19 year old I had on her back with her skirts up and bloomers down, before the glass needed to be turned. Not only that but she thanked me afterward. I had to laugh privately afterward, that she thanked me after I blooded her; I was even clever enough to have her use her mouth to clean up the mess as to leave no evidence as to what had transpired. After hinting to her that even a maid would not want it spread about that she was messy slut as well as being easy.

While she had been clearly a virgin as well as naive about anything about sexual intercourse, she did rather well for her first time. I decided to take her home with me and told her to get ready to work within my manor house, and sent her to pack what few things she had.

News like that spread like wildfire within the orphanage with every girl that had dreams of a better life wishing her well and secretly wishing it was them instead. I knew I had planted seeds that would make it even easier for me in the future.

I read a little of my fathers journals as I waited and finally learned why he never remarried. And why we always had young beautiful well trained maids since her death, not that we ever had poorly trained help. It seems the apple does indeed not fall far from the tree.

The old man seemed to take great delight in writing about the many girls he and blooded and brooded within these very walls.

The tales of which I will share with you, if you show an interest!

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“Children,” Professor Barnes intoned, “Andrew Wyeth once said, ‘I dream a lot. I do more painting when I’m not painting. It’s in the subconscious.’ Can anyone tell me what that means? Yes, Mr. Kadesky.”

“Creativity lives in the subconscious. Through the leaks and cracks in our conscious, connections are made that allow our creativity to emerge. The more porous our conscious becomes, the more active our creative process becomes,” answered Alex.

“Excellent answer, Mr. Kadesky. You may just earn your scholarship after all!” Professor Barnes replied to general laughter around the studio. “How do we …” His question was interrupted by a loud crash as a stack of plastic tumblers spilled onto the concrete floor. “Miss Crane, might I suggest two trips rather than overload yourself?” he asked in an irritated voice.

Shawnee’s face turned red, and she self-consciously tucked her long black hair behind her ear as she scrambled to retrieve all the tumblers she’d been carrying. Alex generally likes Professor Barnes, but he sometimes acted like a real dickhead.

Alex ran over to help the shy student assistant. “Don’t worry about Snape,” he said in a low voice to Shawnee. She glanced up, startled at his voice and swift appearance for help. Shawnee was still too embarrassed by the mishap and her sudden emergence in the spotlight of the classroom to laugh. Barnes merely shook his head and returned to his students. Alex carried most of the containers to the storeroom.

Once in the storeroom, Shawnee quickly tried to take them from him. “I’m sorry. I’m keeping you from your class,” she said in a concerned voice.

Alex smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it. At the moment Barnes is having a wonderful listening to the sound of his own voice, and that could go on for ages. You saved me from staring at the clock, trying to decide whether I should hang myself or shoot myself,” he said warmly.

Shawnee looked up at Alex for the first time and smiled. Alex was aware of the Professor’s assistant, but they had never talked face to face before. He’d noticed how shy she was and how she seemed to hide beneath her baggy sweaters and overalls. She usually wore a ski cap and used her long black hair like a screen to shield her from others. He had no idea how pretty her face was. Shawnee had finished putting the cups on the shelf and was unsure why Alex continued to stare at her.

“I think I can finish from here,” she said, breaking Alex’s trance.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he said as he handed her the last two tumblers in his hands.

“Thanks for your help,” she said as her glance swiveled from his face to the floor.

“No problem. Anytime,” he said starting to turn. He paused and started to ask, “Hey, would you like …” but he was interrupted by the Professor who was bellowing his name.

“You better get back to class,” she said as she smiled looking down.

“Yeah … I … ok,” he said as he walked back to his easel.

A couple of days later, Alex was in one of the campus cafes doodling in his sketchbook when he glanced up and saw Shawnee sitting by herself at a table across the large room by a large picture window. She wore the same basic outfit, but she’d taken off the cap and had released her long, shiny hair from its clip. He spent the next twenty minutes watching her as she worked diligently on something from a physical chemistry book.

He was fascinated at the lines of her profile and how the sunlight bounced high off her glossy hair. He started sketching her profile in pencil from different angles. He looked at his drawings and smiled. When he looked up again, she was packing to head off to another class.

For the next few days, Alex watched Shawnee when he was in art class. Despite the spill from the other day, she was actually quite graceful. She glided around the class so quietly and efficiently that he now realized why he hadn’t really noticed her before. She was practically invisible.

Alex went to the same café at the same time for the next couple of days. Shawnee, as he assumed, was a creature of habit. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she arrived at her table at just about the same time and always hauled out a math or science book to immediately begin working. She was oblivious to the world around her. This enabled Alex to study her from different angles. By the time he decided to walk over to her, he’d developed a whole series of pencil drawings.

“You look like you could use something cold to drink and some company,” he said, smiling and carrying a couple of sodas to her table. Shawnee jumped at the sound of a voice so close to her. “Sorry … I didn’t mean to startle you. May I join you?” She was too surprised to do anything but nod yes. Let’s see … p.chem, calc, micro … pre-med, right?”

“Right,” she said with a faint smile.

There was an awkward silence, which Alex finally broke. “So … you’re probably wondering why I sauntered over to interrupt your studying.”

“Kind of.”

“Well, I have a favor to ask, Konyaaltı Escort and I think I can do you a favor in return.” She continued looking at him with big, dark, questioning eyes. He continued. “I have an idea for my senior thesis, and it involves you … if you’re interested.” She continued to stare. “The idea is a series of paintings showing a single model in a kinetic series of poses that interrelate. There’s an abandoned cabin I found one day, hiking along the outskirts of the campus property. It’s in the woods, and everything is mossy and overgrown, so I don’t think anyone’s been there in ages. One of the large windows opens to what used to be a beautiful manicured lawn. The setting has great light and would provide a lot of visual texture for the background.”

“And, you want me to help you set up and clean up?” she asked.

“No,” he said with a pause. “I want you to be the model.”

She looked at him like he was crazy. “Me? Model?”

He chuckled. “Yes. Why are you so shocked?”

“The campus is full of pretty girls. Why would you want me to model?”

The very fact that she asked the question so earnestly was a big reason he was so drawn to her. “Here’s why,” he said softly as he placed his sketchpad in front of her. Shawnee was surprised and embarrassed to see her profile in front of her. Her eyes rolled toward Alex and back to the pad. He turned the page so she would realize there were more. Shawnee slowly scanned the different sketches of her face, her eyes, and her profile. As she turned the pages, she was stunned at how beautiful Alex made her look.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and asked, “How can that be me?”

Alex tilted his head slightly and looked at her curiously. “I’ll answer with a question. How is it possible that you don’t know how beautiful you are?”

“But, I’m not. I’m …” He reached out and took her hand. She flushed at his touch.

“You really can’t argue the point. The proof is staring up at you from that page. I may not be a good enough artist to do true justice to your beauty, Shawnee, but I’m close enough so you can’t deny that the woman looking out from those pages is mesmerizing.” She looked down again. She had to admit that Alex had made her look amazing, but she was still perplexed by this whole encounter. “All I want you to do is think about it,” he said. Then, he added, “There’s one other important thing. Professor Barnes helped me get a $10,000 grant to help with my thesis. I actually only need about $5,000 for expenses, so I was planning on paying the model the rest. I mean, if you could earn $5,000 in a couple of weeks, you could free yourself from the evil clutches of Snape, right?”

She smiled. “I really don’t know about this. What would I have to do?”

“Nothing, really. Just be yourself. I’ll work out wardrobe and make-up. All you need to do is say yes.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said looking up at the clock. “Oh, I’m going to be late for class.”

“Can you let me know by Friday?” he asked.

“Yes. Friday,” she confirmed as she gathered her bag and took off. Alex smiled as he watched her leave.

On Friday, Alex walked into art class and set his books down at his easel. He looked around for Shawnee. He spotted her in the workroom and jogged over to get her answer before Barnes began holding court. “Well?” he asked as he approached.

She turned around at the sound of his voice and was biting her lower lip. “Okay. I’ll try, but I still don’t know why you don’t get one of the models from the art department. They’re all much prettier than me.”

“Yes!” he said thrusting his arms into the air in triumph. “And. No they’re not … not even close. It’ll take a few days to get the approval, but I’ll let you know when we can start.”

As she tucked her hair, she smiled shyly and said, “Okay.”

For the next couple of days, Alex spent most of his free time at the cabin. He tested lighting with his camera, cleaned and painted the area he planned to use for his series, and sketched images of what he expected his series to produce.

When he made his presentation to Professor Barnes, the professor wrinkled his nose and glanced in the direction of Shawnee. “Her? You’re using her as the model for your thesis? Mr. Kadesky, several of my students have used their theses paintings to launch a career. Are you sure you want to stake your career on her?”

Alex sighed and answered, “Professor, the proof is in the sketches. Shawnee is quite striking, and her dark features will work very well in the setting I’m using. Trust me.”

Barnes was skeptical but shrugged his agreement. “The committee will meet Thursday. Stop by my office around 4:30.”

On Friday, Alex couldn’t wait to get to art class and to tell Shawnee his project was approved. She smiled cautiously and said, “Swell.”

“It’s not going to be that bad. You may find you like it.”

“Yeah … we’ll see. When do we get started?”

“How about tomorrow afternoon? I Konyaaltı Escort Bayan can pick you up at the Student Union around 2:00, and we’ll drive to the location. Oh, and, wear boots or old sneakers for the walk to the cabin. It’s muddy. There’s plenty of room to change inside.”

“Does it have electricity or water?”

“No, but I rented a generator and a spring water contraption we can use to get by.” She was still unsure about all of this, but she nodded and went back to work cleaning containers.

The next day was sunny and gorgeous with a light breeze and about 68 degrees. Shawnee was wearing her “uniform” of a flannel shirt and overalls. Alex chuckled to himself as he pulled up to the curb to let her get into the car. It took about half an hour to drive to the location. Alex parked his car in a wide spot along the shoulder. He took a couple of cases from the trunk and led Shawnee through the woods.

When they arrived, she wasn’t sure what to think. “Is it safe?”

He laughed. “Yes. It may not look pretty, but it’s quite sturdy. I’ve been here for a few days getting ready.” They walked inside, and Shawnee was pleased to see that it was clean and bright with the combination of sunlight and photography lights bathing the main room. The window he was using appeared to have been off the dining room. He’d even mowed some of the yard outside and had cleaned up a lot of the overgrowth. “Well, this will be our second home for the next few of weeks. What do you think?”

“It’s actually better than I expected when we approached the place. What do you want me to do first?”

“Just sit on the window sill and look out. I want to take some test photos and play with lighting a little.”

Shawnee looked out the window and started thinking about what kind of family might have lived in the house. She imagined a rural, hard-working family with three or four kids, who went to school and worked on the farm when they came home. Alex began snapping pictures. After about 20 minutes, he stopped and said, “That was perfect!”

She looked at him confused. “What was perfect? I didn’t do anything?”

“You were lost in thought and were totally natural. That’s exactly the kind of thing I’m looking for in your poses.”

“You mentioned wardrobe and make-up. What do you have in mind?”

Alex walked to the next room and answered, “Come here, and I’ll show you.” Shawnee walked into the next room, and Alex had a series of sheer gowns in soft neutral colors. “I want to try a few different colors to see what works best with your dark features. Why don’t you try a couple on while we’re here, and I’ll take some more test shots.” He turned to walk back into the other room but stopped and turned back. “Oh, and Shawnee, if you don’t mind, leave your underwear off beneath the gowns.” Then, he closed the door to give her privacy and went to the main room.

Shawnee was uneasy changing into the first gown. She chose a silky peach dress that clung lightly to her. She looked around nervously when she began disrobing. As she laid her clothes on the trunk Alex had placed in the room, she heard the crack of wood outside. She quickly grabbed her shirt and covered herself as she ran to the window to find out if anyone was looking into the room. The only thing she saw was a raccoon foraging. She relaxed and turned back to the gown. It fell in wisps around her body. She was both anxious to be so exposed and exhilarated at the sensation of the cool silk against her naked skin. She walked out of the dressing room with her arms folded over her breasts.

Alex saw the concern on her face and asked, “What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip and answered, “I’m not sure this dress will work.”

“Why? It looks like it fits great.” Shawnee slowly lowered her arms. At first, Alex wasn’t sure what the problem was. Then, he realized it was the fact that her nipples were so visible against the material. “Ahh. Shawnee, don’t worry. It’s just you and me here, and I would never do anything that would embarrass you. You look spectacular in that dress! I kind of figured you had a great body hidden away underneath all that wool and denim, but let me tell you, Shawnee, the real you blows my imagination away!”

She blushed as she looked down and smiled. She’d never had any real attention paid to her looks, and she had to admit she liked being told she was beautiful. She moved to the windowsill and sat with one leg propped up on the sill and let the other dangle. There was something very stimulating about being here with the cool breeze tugging at her hair and at the edges of the gown, knowing that she was naked underneath. If the wrong breeze caught her, she would be exposed. That thought made her moist despite her shyness. Of course, it was only because Alex was so appreciative of her looks.

Alex watched her and chuckled.

“What?” she asked self-consciously.

“You’re just such a natural at this,” he said shaking his head. “You seem to know what to do before Escort Konyaaltı I say a word.”

“Oh,” she said smiling and relaxing.

Alex took several photos of various kinds and then took out the photo card and popped it into his laptop. “Come here, shy lady. Let me begin educating you on just how beautiful you really are.” Shawnee smiled at him, and, for the first time, didn’t look away. She walked over and watched as Alex scrolled through the shots … medium shots, close-ups, profile shots. She had to admit, he had a knack for making her look good.

Shawnee went back to the dressing room and tried on the white silky gown. Alex repeated the process and did so again with the pale yellow gown. Shawnee was becoming more and more relaxed around Alex and with the camera. He was so sweet and kind to her that she tried hard to please him.

She went back one more time to try on the black gown. She picked it up off the rack, and her mouth fell open a bit. It was mostly made of sheer material. She placed her hand behind it and could easily see it. She wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to wear such a garment.

“Are you decent?” Alex asked from outside.

“Yes. You can come in.”

Alex walked in and saw her standing, staring at the black dress. “Not what you expected, huh?”

“Not exactly.”

“I think black is going to be our best choice. I’m using this gown because it absorbs light and is thin to accentuate your body. It’s sleek. At the same time, Shawnee, I don’t want you to feel apprehensive. I can also use the pale yellow, but black is my first choice.”

She looked at the gown again and sighed. “I’ll try it, Alex. I’m just a little embarrassed. I mean, you’ll see everything.”

He walked over and put his hand on her cheek. “Shawnee, you are one of the most naturally beautiful women I’ve ever seen. The vision of you in that dress with this setting and lighting is going to be spectacular and will enable me to do something special. But, it’s not worth it if you feel uncomfortable. It’s not. You saw the pale yellow shots. They’re great. If you’re going to feel too exposed, we’ll go with the yellow.” She saw the kindness and concern in his eyes and knew he wouldn’t take advantage of her.

She shrugged. “We’re grown-ups. It’s just a body, right? Let me try it on for some photos. Then, I’ll make a decision.”

He smiled. “Fair enough.” Shawnee walked out of the dressing room a few minutes later, and she was a goddess. When Alex turned to see her, his mouth fell open. She had to stifle a smile at his reaction. He was momentarily frozen as he watched her glide to the windowsill. She struck a couple of poses, and Alex began snapping photos. At one point, Shawnee leaned her head back and shook her long, silky hair in the wind to loosen it. When she turned back toward Alex, he had turned his body so that she saw the distinct outline of his erect penis under his jeans. She felt herself moisten even more. Except for Dave, her boyfriend from high school, she’d never seen a man get hard just by looking at her. She felt her taut nipples tingle. Somehow knowing she had that effect on Alex made her relax. The fact that she also thought Alex was a babe made her feel special.

They looked at the photos together in silence. Alex was staring at her and trying to remain totally professional. Shawnee was looking at the photos and was stunned at how, well, sexy she looked. She’d never thought of herself as sexy, and she was finding this whole experience erotic and fun.

Finally, Alex broke the silence and said, “Shawnee, if you’re okay with it, the black gown is definitely my pick.”

She turned to him and smiled. “Yeah. Even I have to say I like those photos. I can’t wait to see what you do with the oils.”

Alex stepped back and studied her face. She wrinkled her brow and asked, “Is something wrong?”

He tilted his head and looked at her a few more seconds before answering, “No. As a matter of fact, everything’s very right. I was going to ask my sister to come next time to help with make-up, but, honestly, Shawnee, you’re so beautiful just the way you are, that I think make-up would get in the way.”

She smiled broadly. “You certainly know how to make a girl feel special.”

He smiled back. “I’m glad, but I’m simply being honest. You are stunning, Shawnee, and in that gown … Wow! … You could easily be a professionally model.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right!”

“I’m not joking,” he called to her as she walked toward the dressing room. She waved backward at him. He laughed.

They checked their schedules and decided to meet every day at 3:00 to catch the afternoon sun. He borrowed a friend’s pick-up and brought a sofa as an additional prop. Shawnee felt more at ease all the time. Alex was quickly turning into an expert on her sleek body. He knew every freckle … every dimple. So, he was somewhat stunned on day two to discover she’d trimmed off practically all of her dark pubic bush. He had a difficult time averting his eyes, since his male instincts were to explore every facet of the burgeoning flower between her dark, slender thighs. His dick was so hard that day that he hid behind the easel as much as possible. Shawnee smiled devilishly at his predicament and grew very wet knowing she was the cause of his discomfort.

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Everybody took the CPA board exam in Oct that year, except Emman. Somebody told me that he was not able to review properly because of what happened to us. Why would it be my fault? He’s got somebody else. Who moved on?

Just as what Peping predicted, I was among those who passed in Apr 1990.

1991

A year after, a day after my birthday, Apr 30, Imee, who sat with me behind Emman during our English class, phoned. She said that she’s reviewing for the CPA Board Exam again because her test paper was among those that got burned that time. She greeted me for my birthday and after talking for a while, “Joy, you’d never guess who’s with me at this very moment.”

She passed the phone to…Emman…

“Happy birthday, Joy. I just passed the Board. How are you? I’m getting married on May 4.”

That’s just 4 days away. My world collapsed. A year had already passed and I still have not forgotten him. I crouched on the floor. Regardless of who he marries, he really had to get married early. Two years after grad. I didn’t even go out with anybody else during that span of time.

“Are you asking for my permission?” I asked.

“Joy, give me a reason why I should not marry Lorna and I won’t.”

“So you really got serious with her then. How is she?” I queried.

“She’s five months pregnant,” he whispered.

I got up as quickly as I fell on the floor.

“Marry her. The baby needs a father.”

“Joy, please understand me. She fooled me. I needed to accompany her to Tarlac in Nov 1990. She introduced me to her parents and other relatives as her husband. I was not able to back out. We really needed to marry civilly because of that upon our arrival back to Manila. We faked her parents’ signatures that’s why our civil marriage is a fake. Joy, I am still free. Have pity on me.”

I hung up.

I couldn’t understand myself why I suddenly felt a void inside me. There was emptiness. Why did he have to let me know that he’s getting married? I went on dates with a professional basketball player, a law student (who ran for senate 19 years after), and a Philippine Military Academy graduate and when I became a flight attendant, pilots, pursers, stewards, and commercial models desired me, but no one could fill that emptiness, that void that Emman left inside of me. I longed for his cuddles, caresses, and hugs. I missed his romantic ways, his thoughtfulness, his songs, his actuations, and efforts. I knew Lorna is enjoying all that everyday of their married life. I guess no one could ever compare to the love that Emman made me feel. I would never find that out, as I didn’t give myself a chance to be loved by others.

But I had to move on. I trusted somebody and we got married in 1994.

1996

Emman and I met by chance at Rustan’s Cubao. He was with Lorna and two sons; I was with my then husband and my daughter. Emman and I just exchanged nods.

He called me a few weeks after. He got my phone number from our classmate. He wanted to meet for old time’s sake. I agreed.

“Joy, would you be able to leave a space for me inside your heart? You’re still here in mine.”

“Emman, if we didn’t work out before when we were still single, we’re not going to work out now that we have our own families already. We’re never meant to be.”

I left without giving him a chance to say another word.

My family and I migrated to Canada (Winnipeg) in 2001.

2008

My marriage broke down in May.

Because of social media, I got re-connected with my elementary and university classmates who were Emman’s classmates in high school. I found out that Emman and his family moved here in Canada (Mississauga) in 2006…of all places. One of them gave me his email address.

Dec 16 I sent a Christmas greeting to Emman.

Dec 18 Emman responded to my email with a Subject: The One That Got Away

It’s a three-page narration of the author about his “what if”, his “could have been,” his “might have been.” It’s obvious that this was just forwarded to Emman and now he’s sending it to me.

It went on to say (credit goes to the original writer):

In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with, Korkuteli Escort and the one that got away.

Who is the one that got away? I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards didn’t fall the right way.

I believe in the fact that ending up with someone does not lie merely in the other person. It has to do with the matter of timing, being ready to settle down, and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.

How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you’re not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, it just doesn’t work. Small problems become big; inconsequential become deal breakers simply because you’re not ready and it shows. It’s not that you and the person you’re with are no good; it’s just that it’s not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.

Then one day you’re ready. You really are. And when this happens you’ll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it’ll work because you’re ready. It’ll work because it’s the right time and you’ll make it work. And it’ll make sense, it really will.

So that day comes when you’re finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want and you’ve become ready because time has truly arrived.

Hopefully you’re single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you’ve changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.

You’ll think about them because you’ll wonder, “What if they were here today? What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?” That’s what the one that got away is. The biggest “WHAT IF?” you’ll have in your life.

If you’re married, you’ll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you’re mature enough to realize that you’re already with the one you’re with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you’ll think about him/her every so often, but it’s alright. It’s never nice to live with a “might have been,” but it happens.

Maybe the one that got away is the one who’s already married. In which case it’s the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you’re old and gray and reminiscing.

Joy, I can truly say that you’re the one I shared something special with because you always meant something to me. You’re the one I put on a pedestal and you’re my “one that got away.”

From the very start, we never had a problem. If there’s a perfect relationship, it’s ours. I could not blame you for your reasons why you left me twice before. Maybe my timing was not right because you’re too immature when I came in your life.

I married Lorna because I thought I was ready. It’s too late for me to realize that I should have just waited for you to be ready for me.

You never disappeared, Joy. You’re always here with me. You could prove that when I asked you to stop me from marrying Lorna, to come back to me even when we have our families already.

When you refused me, I tried to accept that you’re really gone and let our beautiful memories be something that would put a smile on my face until I’m old and gray.

My reply:

You know that I was not the one that got away. I wanted to concentrate on the review. The pressure that time was so much since I graduated Cum Laude. I thought you understood. Then you met Lorna. Need I say more?

Who was the one that got away?

But we can always be friends, right?

His reply:

Hey, I’m so sorry if I’d caused you pain then…I just realized grown – ups have many things unsettled in their past. It’s either be done with it Korkuteli Escort Bayan or face back and face it. I guess for me, I learned to live with it…although it has never been easy…specially now…I didn’t know you are here…I learned to move on and continue life even though there’s a part of me that was amiss…

I was so proud of you during our graduation. I didn’t want to attend, but I had a change of mind so I could see your happiest moment. I didn’t know the pressure on you was too much, and you did not even say goodbye. Had I known, I should have waited. Would you have taken me back then? But then I heard about your suitors – PMAer, guys who came from private schools . Looking back I could say that was the loneliest summer I had ‘coz I lost you forever…

‘hope this answers your question…

Yes, you’re my special friend…

Our email exchanges continued on. We talked about our families, how we started here in Canada, our children’s comings and goings, their achievements, our day to day activities.

2009

Apr 29 Emman called and greeted me for my birthday. It’s really heartwarming to hear his voice again after 13 years.

Our email exchanges became sporadic, but our phone conversations were consistently made on Sundays for 4 hours between 8pm to 4am of the next day.

2011

Aug 28

My email:

I dreamt of you. It was during our review at CPAR. I bumped into you when I got out of our room. We just looked at each other, waiting for either of us to talk. I really wanted to ask you that time that if I asked you to come back, would you have come back? Then I woke up.

I always look at your Facebook account. I hope you have a solo picture so it’s not Lorna’s face that I get to memorize.

His reply:

You should have gone back to sleep and waited for my reply. You know very well what my response would be.

I also look at your Facebook account. You changed your profile photo. You’re so sexy when you’re a Flight Attendant.

Okay, I’ll fix my album on Facebook just for you.

My reply:

No, I don’t know what your response was going to be. I want you to say it now. I don’t want to assume and then be embarrassed later. If your answer was what I am thinking, what would happen to Lorna? You’re going out with her that time, right? You’re just going to drop her just like that for me? I don’t mind. You were mine first anyway.

I miss those days when I was still a Flight Attendant. I had a lot of flight crew admirers then, even those with families already. When we’re in a hotel, they’d just knock on my door. It’s good I did not give in to temptations.

His reply:

Okay, I’ll confirm it when I see you. You had poor eyesight then. You had temporary blindness especially when you’d see me. Just kidding, Joy!

I heard those rumors about airline crews – so it’s true…it’s good that my special friend was faithful. I expected that from you, Joy – you’re a good person inside & out. When you refused me twice, I admired you more…

Sep 11

My email:

Please don’t get tired of me.

His reply:

Joy, we’re friends. I’m always here for you, especially when you need someone to talk to.

I’ll never get tired of you…

My reply:

I got demoted quickly. I was a special friend before, and now I am just a friend. What about tomorrow?

I saw a re-run of First Knight with Sean Connery, Julia Ormond, and Richard Gere. King Arthur caught Lady Guinevere and Lancelot in their final kiss and embracing tight.

What if it was me embracing you tight and I didn’t want to let go?

Was there any grain of truth about what Peping said about you, that you loved me very much way back?

His reply:

Of course, you’re my special friend. What about me to you?

We’ll both let go, Joy. I’m sure we’ll do the right thing…Whatever Peping had said before, you’re the only one who could answer that…

It’s really obvious that I was falling hard for Emman. I didn’t want these feelings to thrive. It’s obvious that whatever he felt for me in the past, just stayed there… in the past. I stopped replying to his emails and answering his phone calls. He started leaving me voice mails at work, pleading for me to talk to him or even reply to his emails. He left me voice mails with him singing Lady Antebellum’s Escort Korkuteli Just A Kiss and Need You Now.

Sep 28

His email:

My apologies, Joy… ‘coz you’re often in my thoughts & dreams. I miss you so much…

Maybe Peping was right, because however I wanted to fight it…you’re still here… I think it’s one of the sweetest things that ever happened to me, even if it’s not a nice feeling with a “might have been”, when you still care for someone after so many years and happy knowing all your wishes for that person come true, even though she can never be yours…

At least I have a special friend that you seldom find in your lifetime, with whom I can share even my inner most thoughts…

I’ll send you something thru snail mail.

Just call me when you need someone to talk to…

Take care always.

I gave in…

My reply:

Sorry for ignoring you for a while…was scared I might fall again…I think I’m falling for you again…I miss you too every time, especially before I go to bed at night and when I wake up in the morning. I always wish to dream about you.

Are you really sending me a snail mail? I can’t wait! I so miss that handwriting. I miss everything about you.

His reply:

Thank goodness…I thought you were mad at me. I’m sorry too, friend. Don’t worry, I’m okay. I shouldn’t have sent that “The One That Got Away” email… it just opened our past…

Please let’s not fall in love again, Joy… please let’s fight that feeling…it’s really going to be hard to bear if you leave me again…

But no matter how we fought our feelings for each other, our Sunday phone conversations would always lead to that dream of mine when we bumped into each other at CPAR.

…while on the phone and using our imagination, we continued on with that dream…

Emman, would you come back to me?

Joy, you know what my response would be…

Since our review class was over that day…we went to Anito Motel in Sta Mesa…

We were kissing torridly the moment we opened the door to our room…

Emman: I am pinning you on the wall the moment that door closed…we’re hugging tight…I’m kissing your lips…I’m sucking your tongue…just the two of us…we could do everything that we wanted to do to each other…we could be loud…not like when we were at your house where your family was around …kissing your neck…licking your ears…biting your ear lobe…we’re holding each other’s faces while kissing …caressing your hair…I’m taking off your shirt…your bra…I’m fondling and sucking your boobs… biting your nipples… caressing your boobs…my tongue is circling your nipples…

Me: I’m taking off your shirt… I’m caressing your stomach…your back…I’m inserting my hands inside your briefs… caressing your shaft… you’re wet with pre-cum… massaging your balls…

Emman: I’m taking off my pants… my briefs…

Me: Take off my pants…my panties…

Emman: At last…finally, I’m going to be able to touch your cunt… caressing your clit…I love playing with your clit…you’re so wet…finger fucking you…

Me: I’m masturbating you…we’re kissing hard…

Emman: I lift you up and lean you on the wall…I’m penetrating you…I’m taking your virginity standing up… we’re embracing tight and our eyes are closed…you’re feeling my wholeness inside of you…you’re so tight, Joy…we’re hugging each other…I’m carrying you to bed…I’m on top of you…fucking you slowly…in and out…grinding you…still kissing…but this time, passionately…no rushing anymore…we’re feeling each other …caressing your boobs…sucking them gently… holding your hands above you while I’m licking your face…your ears…biting your ear lobe…licking your neck…your armpits…your boobs…sucking your nipples…

Me: Fuck me hard, Emman…fuck me long…we’re moaning…

In actual, on the phone, we’re really moaning…I was playing with my clit…I was really wet…I was fondling my boobs…I could hear Emman masturbating…moaning…we were both moaning…it was getting louder and louder…our breathing came faster and faster…and then we stopped…we both climaxed at the same time.

For no reason at all, I was teary eyed. I heard Emman sobbed.

Are you crying, Emman?

Joy, I hope it’s you and not her…I hope you’re my first experience and I was your first experience…I know you’d long for it…you’d miss it…and then when we’re done school, we’re going to get married. I’d work hard and I’d save and then we’d buy our dream house… and then we’d have babies…Joy, I hope you’re the one with me now…

…we cried together.

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With his hand in mine, I let him lead me down the drive towards the Gatehouse. I was as prepared as I would ever be. Two heavy petting sessions in the school grounds, kind of abortive, as my fears had overcome me when he tried to slip a hand into my knickers. The open mouthed kisses had taken me by surprise, stirring feelings I was still trying to deal with. I ached to give him what he wanted and when he told me how he had managed to acquire the key to the currently unoccupied teachers accommodation – it seemed to be the perfect opportunity. I was determined to let it happen, go all the way if that was what he desired. I was going shamelessly prepared, my breast feeling large and pendulous without my bra, and sneaked out after prep to meet him at the top of the long school driveway. The cool evening air touched me like it never had before. I could feel the strange concoction of anticipation and terror flowing in my bloodstream. I felt wanton and wild, and not a little terrified.

The Gatehouse cottage looked dark and rather spooky. He produced the door key with a flourish and opened it without problems. We were far enough from the main buildings, and well screened enough, from the driveway and school, that with the curtains drawn we felt safe with the lights on. The furnishings were rather threadbare, but the sofa was fairly new. A single large fluffy cushion seemed to be the sole decorative feature of the room. He hugged me in his way, an enveloping bear hug that crushed me comfortably, weakening my knees. His hands wandered down to caress my behind, squeezing, kneading. He guided me towards the sofa and he sat, motioning me to join him. I steeled myself and complied, rather stiff, knees together and my hands clasped in my lap. He wasted no time on small talk, we both knew why we were there. His left arm slipped around my shoulders, and he turned his body slightly to face me. He nuzzled my neck, and moved on to my ear and cheek, much like before. This time I was more than ready for the open mouthed kisses. His right hand gently turned my face to his, and he caressed me gently. I liked the way he did that, and I could feel the stiffness leave my body and I relaxed. It felt good, I enjoyed his obvious pleasure in touching me, lips tenderly kissing mine, brushing my eyes and running lightly over my skin in kind of tactile worship. He seemed to know what effect he had on me, nibbling an ear lobe, warm breath raising the hairs on my neck. I hardly noticed when he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his warm hand in to cup and fondle my unfettered breasts. He found my nipples hard to his touch, and when he covered them with his circling palm I found the sensation more than pleasant. So far, this was all familiar territory. Time to move on… His hand dropped into my lap, and began to stroke my knees, just below the hem of my skirt.

I closed my eyes, and thought to myself, this is it. This is really happening. A moment later I opened them again as I felt my skirt being inched up over my knees and thighs. He is going to find out that I have no knickers on, I thought. What would he think about my hairless mound? Momentarily I cursed my mother, and her insistence that it was the proper way to be. I had heard, and ignored, the odd snigger in the girl’s dorm, on the rare occasions that we glimpsed each other’s naked form. How I suddenly envied them their curly tufts and concealing fuzz. Would he find my smooth, hairless sex a childish affection that would damn me in his eyes? And the fact that I had my pants screwed up in my jacket pocket? Would he think me a cheap little tart? Or would he understand, be pleased by the clear unspoken signal I would be giving him? Had I left them on, would I have found the courage to let him remove them? To ask him to remove them? The words to stop him, stop this happening, died unspoken. I was going to go through with this, I wanted this to happen.

It both excited and depressed me. It was exiting because I realised I’d have to deliver what I was promising, and depressed because I wanted him to know what a great leap into the unknown I was taking with him that night. My skirt inched higher and I tensed at what his reaction would be. What he eventually did, removed all my worries, and made me aware for the first time in my life what power we women can wield. His reaction? He gasped. That’s all. He just gasped. He’d inched my skirt right up to the top of my legs and I felt how his fingers trembled when he came to the smooth flesh of my inner thighs. But then came the moment when he pushed my skirt that extra inch and he revealed at last, the fine butter smooth skin of my puffy lipped sex, my mound, as bald as new born baby, and just the very beginnings of my cleft. And he gasped.

I opened my eyes and watched him then, and let me tell you – the look of adoration on his face. You’d think he was being led into the treasure cave of his dreams – which I guess he was. Me being the treasure. I mean… look at your own pussy, down there, and what do you see? Skin and hair, or no hair in my case, … a bit of a bulge… the beginnings of your furrow. Big deal. But a randy male looks at it – and remember, that’s all he can see, yet – you haven’t opened your legs – he can’t see the gates of paradise – all he’s seeing is mound, and groove – a bit of it – but Kepez Escort just watch his eyes almost pop out! Listen to him gasp. Feel the shiver in his body. Hear his breathing go all to pieces… I turned into a goddess at that moment. I felt an urge to strip all my clothes off then. I felt as if I could kill him with visions of ecstasy to come! But, of course, I just lay there, stupefied, really, by the weight of his adoration of me. And feeling superior, too – because, although I’m as fond of looking at sexy men as the next girl is – I could never go into that trance of worshipful adoration.

He carefully folded my skirt into a rumpled belt around my waist, and I lay bare and vulnerable before his intense, worshipful gaze. Tentatively he reached out with a shaky hand, his fingers trembling as he brushed the smooth, sensitive skin of my mound. He seemed to be afraid it might vanish in a puff of smoke. His touch tingled, electrifying me. I had the urge to grip his wrist and force his hand hard against me, rubbing the places that I suddenly wanted rubbing. I just lay there, of course, unable to move or speak and let him gently, oh so tenderly stroke my pussy, until it was me trembling with tension and anticipation. He knew all about my “little man”, working a moist fingertip lightly over the spot. Involuntarily my thighs sagged open, parting my slit, inviting him in… and he took up the offer. I think I heard my own gasp as he curled a finger down my cleft and probed the mouth of my virginal opening. He slid into me and I could feel the pressure inside me as he explored the barrier of my hymen, stretching the narrow opening wider than I had ever dared. The thumb that remained over my button maintained its steady, circling pressure as a second finger squeezed in beside the first. Feelings, sensations began to make my head reel and I started to panic a little. Then he leaned further over and covered my mouth with his. I was busy sucking on his insistent, probing tongue as he began to work his two impaling fingers deeper into me, his palm now enveloping my sex, the ball of his thumb pressuring my clitoris rhythmically… I know I felt his third finger, down near my anus, slick with my own juices… but frankly, by then, I really didn’t give a damn.

I did not orgasm, still too tense, too fearful. It was all too new, too overwhelming… Sounds crazy, but I do not really know what happened for a while. When my head cleared a little, his mouth was gone from mine, and I was kissing his hair, as he suckled on my tingling nipple. His fingers still moved in the liquid depths of my sex, deep and probing. Technically, I suppose I lost my maidenhead to his fingers, but my clearing mind knew that the loss of virginity involved a little more than a couple of fingers. Bold with passion I found the words I had longed to, but dreaded to, say.

“Fuck me. Please do it.” My shaky voice, the forbidden words, sounded quite alien to my ears. His gentle laugh froze the blood in my veins. My heart felt as if it had stopped… Then he spoke, warm and gentle, with a hint of that seductive laughter.

“Uh uh. I think I’d rather make love to you.” The bastard! Silver-tongued devil. Golden tongued would prove more apt. I’d have bent over and taken it up the ass there and then if he had asked. Instead he stole my soul and heart, along with my mouth, my ass and my willing cunt.

He slipped to his knees and positioned himself between my thighs. I was suddenly very self-conscious again, at his proximity to my most private parts, exposed and shiny wet as they were. I was also suddenly icily aware of my own aroma… and suddenly tried to close my thighs – stupid with his torso in the way. That damming gentle laugh and words to charm the birds from the trees.

“God, you are beautiful. Don’t ever change.” Which, as intended, relaxed me once more – long enough for him to suddenly, shockingly, raise my knees and part my legs, folding them up and spreading me like a gyno exam. I gasped a pointless “No!”, far too late. He had me neatly pinned. I wriggled ineffectively, vulnerable and exposed in a way that I could never have imagined. Then once more, his rapt, adoring, expression – as he feasted his gaze upon my smooth, hairless sex, relaxed me. Until, that is, I realised how this position exposed my anus to his hot gaze. If I had been free to move I would have curled up with embarrassment. I tensed all over again as he lowered his face to the juncture of my thighs, then yelped as his stiffened tongue parted my labia with hot wet lick and stabbed into my vagina. I died of shame, of pride and of pleasure. My fears and restraints evaporated as he ate me, inhaled me, with such obvious joy. I was lost and damned for all time from that moment on. He showered me with kisses, nibbling bites and sensuous licks upon my bare mound and damp furrow. He couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He flicked, and licked and suckled on my aching clit. His golden tongue and stiff fingers plunged deep into my pussy. I whimpered and moaned when he forced a finger into my juice filled asshole, and I urged him on like a well-paid whore. Just imagine – a modest, properly raised, Indian girl who couldn’t say ‘penis’ without blushing or giggling – banished at the flick of tongue. I came this time… Wild and abandoned Escort Kepez and it just seemed to go on and on. I heard my own voice, like a distant loudspeaker, echoing in my head. ‘Fuck me’, ‘eat me’, ‘suck me’… The timeless litany of pleasurable sex.

Then there was a mere finger or two to stir the honey pot, as he rose and leaned over me. I had not heard him undo his trousers, or free the ridged bar of flesh thus exposed – I guess I had been otherwise engaged. Cock, penis, dick, hardon… It was not really what I expected. Curly snails on statues, anonymous outlines in textbooks. Pale, and veined and throbbing with life. The glans, the smooth, aerodynamic bugle with its single eye… I would in time, come to know you well. This night I met a stranger, pressed to my open, panting mouth and I welcomed you with all of my inexperienced enthusiasm. I was vaguely aware of the size of him, the hardness and slight salty flavour. In the days, and nights to come I would learn more about this throbbing stranger, and discover the fact that this was a circumcised variety, marvel at the curious furry pouch of his testicals and how that little ridge of tissue beneath the flared head could drive him wild. For now he contented himself with a few gentle, shallow pokes into my open mouth, distending my cheeks and making me snuffle awkwardly through my nose. It was only a brief taste, pun intended, of reciprocated oral pleasure. But I loved his rapt expression, the tension in his restrained movements…, this was an act I vowed to master. I could feel the control I had over him, for the first time, I could feel the power in me, the power to bend him to my will, to my desires.

He withdrew, all too soon, and I felt cheated of my chance to savour that power longer, to return the pleasure his tongue had given me. He knelt once more, and raised my thighs as before. The difference this time was the ridged, upward curving hardness nuzzling the fleshy gates of my damp flower. He took his time, the slippery length rubbing back and forth along my cleft, clearly enjoying the feel of me. His face was intense, rapt – as if he was trying to burn the memory of me in his synapses – to replay at his leisure. I was afire with anticipation, with a hungry longing that is impossible to put into words. I found my voice, a slurred and throaty stranger’s voice, and whispered, “Please…, please hurry. I want you.” I could feel the hot burn as my ears coloured at those wicked words.

Then the blunt wedge of him was pushing past my over lubricated portal, pressing into me, filling me. Belatedly, fear blossomed in my traditionally heaving breast once more. He was too much, it was going to hurt. What if he got me pregnant. Oh God…, what a time to think about the practicalities.

“Don’t”, I sobbed and he paused. Brows furrowed in concern. I panted, gathering my courage. I wanted this. Of course he will fit, I was made for this. The tip of cock throbbed and burned at the very mouth of my vagina. Pregnancy.

“Please…, don’t cum in me…,” I managed to whisper.

His smile was one of relief, of concern. His voice was warm, serious.

“Don’t worry – not a part of my master plan.”

His impaling spike pressed deeper. I whimpered, feeling my body tensing around him and he would pause again, his hands and mouth caressing me, and as I relaxed a little, he slipped deeper. I was stretched and filled with an alien hardness, and he took a lifetime to enter me that first time. Every nerve ending I possessed seemed to be concentrated between my thighs. There was no pain, a moment or two of mild discomfort, my body did what it was designed to do. And then my concentrated senses felt the feathery brush of curly hairs as his balls tickled my ass – and he was hilt deep inside my body. I had six inches of hard cock snugly buried inside me for the first time… and it felt good. So damn good.

“Don’t move. Let me feel you.” I whispered. Then giggled as I felt his length pulse inside me.

“Did you do that?”

“Hm”, he grunted softly as he did it again. I loved that sensation. I tensed myself and tried to squeeze him back.

“Feel that?” He kissed me, then whispered, “Just don’t have a coughing fit”. I found that hilarious and laughed aloud. I could feel myself clench around him and it made him groan theatrically. Then, in one smooth motion he withdrew from me, almost fully outside me, forcing a whimpering moan from me…, it felt like…, like a yawning emptiness, like hunger…, or as if he was turning me inside out…, I just started to speak, to tell him to stay in me when he filled me again. His full length sliding deep into me, his balls swinging to thud gently against my exposed bottom. My words vanished in a gasping rush of expelled air. Then he stilled, and throbbed, basking in my liquid embrace. “Do it again.” I urged in a whisper. And he did…, Oh God he did. Again and again and again. My world dissolved into sensory overload once more, as he hunched over me, driving his hardness into me. I remember my thighs trying to lock around his torso, my heels drumming against him. I remember the steady rhythmic slap of his balls against me, his thumb on my clitoris, his mouth clamped over one nipple then the other… I tugged at his hair, groped for his ass and drummed Kepez Escort Bayan my fists on his shoulders. He paused, deep in me. New tempo, shallower, gentler…, now pressing kind of sideways, a twisting motion that seemed to churn my insides into a knot of pleasure. Then the angle changed, plunging in more vertical, then shallow, touching different places inside me. Then back into the steady back and forth, full length plunges that made my head feel like it was going to explode. Rippling waves of unsuspected pleasure wracked my body once more…

Then he was rearing up, his cock springing free of my sex. It looked painfully swollen, shiny with my cum. His face was screwed up in the agony of unbearable pleasure. He was about to cum! I grasped the jerking, slippery length just as I felt the first pulse of semen along the shaft – and the creamy jet spat from the winking eye, over my sweaty mound and the tangled rope of my skirt. His own hand quickly covered mine, as he guided me in that rapid back and forth action of male masturbation. I struggled to lean hungrily forward, and as he pressed forward, over me, a second spurt landed on my spit covered breasts. Finally, in a backbreaking stretch, I had his cock to my lips. He spat one more tiny dollop onto my tongue and I savoured my first taste of semen. And of me. Sugar and spice, and a touch of the sea. My inner self gloated.

I had done it… And inside I revelled in my new found powers. I lay back into the sofa, enveloped in a fog of warm contentment, as he lazily massaged the splatters of aromatic fluid into my breasts and mons. I savoured our mingled flavours and enjoyed his devotions. I was relaxed and comfortable, letting him gently remove my blouse and stained skirt with a childlike passivity. I loved the gentle crush of his hugs, his hungry kisses on my lips and neck. The length of his naked body entwined with mine as we lay along the sofa. I could feel his hardness stirring against my flank and reached for him, wrapping my hands around the shaft. He shifted slightly to allow me better access, and then slipped a hand between my thighs. I winced slightly, suddenly aware of the tenderness in my recently stretched pussy. We lay a while, and he seemed as hard as ever. I was slippery wet, with a seemingly endless supply of honey from my overflowing pot. A thought began to grow… Dare I? Hell yes!

“Again. Do it again.”

That gentle laugh held no mockery to my ears this time. I heard the pleasure, the pride in it. “I thought you’d never ask”. He rose, pulling free of my hand, and rolled me over onto my back. I watched his eyes widen in appreciation as I exposed my newly sucked and newly fucked, bald, smooth lipped furrow to his gaze. Having so recently filled that crack with tongue and fingers and hard pumping cock, his adoration bathed me in a warm glow all over again.

“Eat it.” I growled. And he did. I lost all restraint, fingers tangled in his hair, hips bucking. Somewhere in the midst of my gut clenching orgasm I could feel his thumb slide into my ass. An hour ago I would have died of shame. Now? Now I wondered what his cock would feel like buried in that tight, tingling orifice. The throes subsided, a lazy post climactic warmth flooded through me, his tongue reduced to the occasional pleasurable, lapping along the length of my parted labia. He rose onto his knees once more, the lower half of his face glistening with spit and pussy juice.

“Turn over.” Why? Was my initial thought. Then mentally I shrugged, whatever he wanted. I rolled over, and it was only when he raised my hips, and nudged my thighs wide, so that I ended up with one foot stretched out and resting on the floor, the other kneeling on the sofa, did I understand. Sure. It was a position I had seen illustrated – doggy, rear entry. I gripped the cushion and waited. It felt pretty good already… kind of submissive, animalistic. He hungrily kissed my proffered behind, then licked at me. He bit my ass! Then kissed the glowing spot. It was a weird feeling, his mouth and tongue on my ass, and poking my pussy from behind. Nice weird. But a tease – I was confident enough now to wriggle my behind at him, and he quickly took the hint. Oh god – I didn’t know it could keep getting better. No slowly, slowly teasing this time – his cock parted my pouting lips and drove deeply into me from behind. He went deeper into me than ever, and touched something deep in my body that simply drove me wild, and actually saw spots swim before my wide opened eyes. Adding to the effect, his balls now swung against the fully parted front of my pussy and clitoris… Hard and fast doggy style moved to top of my wish list. I was rocked forward, and found myself pushing back against his thrusts, trying to drive him deeper. He just kept fucking me… I lost all track of time, all control of my senses, burying my face in a cushion and simply lost myself. At some point, his hard thrusts collapsed me onto my stomach, my ass staying raised to accept him. I think I was yelling into the pillow through most of it. A lifetime later I became aware the rapid pounding of my abused little pussy was abating, I could hear his breathing, catching, kind of gulping… Then he withdrew from me, once more leaving that emptiness… Although by now, there was a certain tenderness that made it more endurable. The hard slippery bar of his cock slid up the crease of my ass, his hands spreading my behind trembled with tension and I knew he was about to cum. I thought about his thumb in my ass, and the hot pressure of his pulsating shaft rubbing over my tight, sensitive opening.

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I am more curious than fearful.

I have been this way as long as I remember, and this trait extends into all aspects of my life. Because of my sexual curiosity, my first time was different than most.

In fact, my first serious boyfriend was only in the picture because my best friend bragged about having oral sex with her boyfriend. So I got a boyfriend and tried it too.

And I liked it; I liked it right away. I never found it creepy, or gross, or a chore. I still love the feel of a man in my mouth. I liked practicing then, and I like practicing now. That’s really how this story starts: an opportunity to practice led to perfection.

*****

On weekends I checked coats for functions at the local country club. It was a very easy, very boring job. I learned quickly that if you dressed right and flirted, you got better tips. I liked money and attention, so this was a great job for me. ??

I was shorter and thinner back then — about 5’4″ and 110 pounds. I kept my hair as light as possible, so I was very blonde. I wore my favorite halter dress — a cobalt blue, crushed velvet party dress. The dress hugged my body, and because of the job, padded my purse.

I wore pumps to match both my jewelry — a black onyx pendant necklace and earrings — and my eye makeup. My glossy pink lipstick might have seemed slightly out of place, but it made me feel sexy. And feeling sexy was very important to me.

Andrew was not feeling sexy. He was in the wedding party, and looked ridiculous in a white tux and pink shirt. He knew it — and it was the first thing he said to me.

“I look like an idiot,” he said. I agreed, but let him off the hook. “You look perfect for what you’re Kemer Escort supposed to do.” And that was the start of our conversation.

He was from out of town and was just here for his college buddy’s wedding. He was smart, and he was funny, but best of all, he watched me. He watched me even while he danced. Not his partner, no, he watched me. I loved being watched.

And he was gorgeous. He was tall, muscular, and dark. He had black hair and blue eyes, and just the most beautiful voice you could imagine. A definite hottie! Eventually he asked if I got any breaks, and if I did, if I wanted to go for a walk.

“Yes!” I told him. “I get two 15-minute breaks — one at 8:30 and another at 11:00, and I’d love to walk with you!” I asked to meet me out back at 8:30. He had to meet me, instead of escorting me, because I was not supposed to hang out with the guests.

I broke the silence as he approached. “You should know — I have a boyfriend …”

“I don’t care about your boyfriend.” He took me by the hand and led me toward the golf course. When we hit the shadows, and were no longer visible from the club, he kissed me. He was strong, confident, perfect, and easily the best kisser I had ever been with.

His hands were strong on my back and I melted into him. He pulled my body tight to his, never stopped kissing me, and rocked firmly enough so that I could feel him through his tux. My heart was racing, I wanted to stay, but 15 minutes had passed. I had to run back, but before I left he made me promise to meet him in this spot at exactly 11.

I promised.

135 minutes seemed like an eternity! But Andrew kept looking and smiling at me from Kemer Escort Bayan across the room, and I kept counting the minutes. And I planned, very carefully, my next break.

Andrew left the room before me, and I left at exactly 11:00. By 11:02 we were together kissing, and by 11:03 I had taken his zipper into my hand. He needed no additional invitation, and with his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me to my knees.

This was the first time that I knelt in front of a lover, my previous experiences all being on the bed at my boyfriend’s house. It was impossibly sexy! And almost comfortable — emotionally. I pulled his zipper down, he pulled his penis out, and I took him in.?

I’ve spent many years trying to recapture that excitement! With few minutes available and with a cold breeze from the golf course, I became the most important person in the world to an older, very sexy man. That feeling of importance, I believe, is why I still like being on my knees.

He was hot, hard, and slightly bigger than my boyfriend. I had one hand wrapped around him, and kept the rest of him firmly in my mouth. Within moments, however, he took charge. He held on to my head and thrust — rapidly and deeply — in and out of my mouth.

I won’t romanticize this: Andrew fucked my mouth, and I did my best to keep up with him. He told me when he was going to cum, and held me tight to him so I could — so that I had to — take it all. And I did, and I loved it. After swallowing, I actually thanked him.

I was late so I had to run back to work, but he wouldn’t let me go. “You have to meet me again — tonight.” I told him I couldn’t stay late, that my boyfriend would Escort Kemer pick me up at 1:00, but that I could meet at 12:30 for a few minutes.

“I need proof. Give me your panties.” I was a little shocked that he asked, but I took them off and gave them to him.?I didn’t expect it, but giving him my panties was so exciting that it was all I could think about while handing back coats and waiting for the night to end. Of course, it didn’t help that he kept smiling at me while tapping his pocket!

At 12:30 we met again. Andrew kissed me hard, took his ugly white coat off, placed it on the ground, and then positioned me on it. “Now its your turn,” were the only words he spoke.

He pushed my legs apart and moved his face between them. I still get chills thinking about that first, long, slow trip his tongue took from my entrance to my clit. He was masterful, he toyed with my body, and brought me to the first orgasm I experienced while receiving oral sex.

I was in a blissful trance as he slid up to kiss me. And then it happened. He had pushed down his pants, and was rubbing his hard, hot, perfect penis through my heat. He paused momentarily when our Worlds aligned, and then pushed his head into my body. He never stopped kissing me, and I never stopped him.

I had expected it to hurt more, but it didn’t. It was amazing. He took it slow at first. And I felt so much of him in me. So fucking sexy — I felt so fucking sexy. And then it got better. He began to thrust more quickly, and I began to meet his thrusts with my own. By the end he was attacking my body and I responded to that power. We came together — me biting his shoulder and him, deep inside me, with a grunt.

*****

So there it is — my first time. There is nothing romantic about how it went from there. I was late. I had to rush off to the bathroom and change before getting into the car. Andrew and I didn’t exchange numbers. And I didn’t experience a simultaneous orgasm again for 3 years.

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Jason went into the kitchen of the frat, ate some quick breakfast, and then returned to the room with coffees and Danish for Pam and Stephanie. Both were getting dressed when he entered. Chad was still lying in bed but talking to the two women as they dressed.

“Here’s some coffee and something to eat if you want,” Jason said, handing the drinks and Danish to the two women.

“Thanks,” they both said.

“Hey, where’s mine, bro?” Chad kidded.

“Get your own, weasel,” Jason said jokingly.

“Weasel? What’s the matter, you can’t share?” Chad said, nodding to Stephanie with a laugh.

“Don’t blame him, Jason. I woke him up. The floor was beginning to feel hard,” Stef explained.

“Oh, so all I was is a bed to you?” Chad exclaimed acting hurt.

“That and turnaround is fair play,” Stef mused.

They kidded around until the girls left. Jason went to studying right away while Chad showered. He studied for several hours but then broke for lunch. He watched a little sports in the main lounge with some of the brothers after lunch for a few hours to relax and get his mind off things. He read a little more before showering and shaving for his date with Beth. He had planned an early dinner with her to give himself plenty of time.

Jason picked Beth up at six. She opened the door to her room when he knocked and he immediately was struck by one big difference. Instead of her hair in the usual ponytail, her long red tresses were curled and hanging down. She looked phenomenal. She was dressed in a cute sundress with clog type sandals.

“God, you look gorgeous,” Jason said.

“Oh, thanks,” Beth replied smiling. “You look handsome too.”

“I love your hair,” Jason commented.

“Thanks. I thought I’d show you a different look today,” Beth responded.

“I’m glad you did,” Jason declared. “Hi, Haden.”

“Hi, Jason,” Haden said from her desk where she sat studying.

He almost hadn’t noticed her sitting there he was so enthralled with Beth. He asked what she was studying, searching for something innocent to say. Truth was he wanted to look at her a second longer without staring. She was a pretty brunette with awesome blue eyes and he concentrated on her looks and almost missed her reply of statistics.

“Sounds dry,” Jason pronounced.

“It is,” Haden said, with a cute dimpled smile.

She was definitely cute but he turned back to Beth, “Ready to go?”

“You bet,” Beth replied. “See ya, Haden.”

“Have fun, you two,” Haden offered.

They left Smith Hall and walked to the parking lot and Jason’s car. He held her door for her and then hurried around to start it up. Seconds later they were on the campus main road and exiting onto the street.

“Where are we going?” Beth asked.

“I took you for steaks the last time. This time we’re doing seafood, if that’s okay with you?” Jason added.

“Sure, I love seafood,” Beth said.

It was a twenty minute drive to the restaurant and they talked about swimming on the way. Practices were hard for Beth but the double sessions on the weekends were going to be over soon. She was thankful for that because she had to take a little nap that afternoon so she wouldn’t be too tired for their date.

They got to the restaurant and the maitre’ de showed Jason to a special table he had reserved. It was in the bay window on the back of the converted house that overlooked a small pond. Canadian Geese were swimming in the pond and eating grass on the sides as they took their seats. It was growing dark and the floods from the back of the building illuminated the pond.

“Nice spot,” Beth commented.

“Yeah, I ate here once before and was jealous of the couple that had this table.”

“You must have reserved early to get this?” Beth questioned.

“I did at that, but nothing but the best for you, Beth,” Jason said with a smile.

“I think someone’s trying to get lucky tonight,” Beth whispered with a giggle.

“Why, Madame, I beg your pardon,” Jason mused.

“Yeah, you’ll be begging alright,” Beth stated back but with a laugh.

“Well, I’m not opposed to get on my knees to beg to a pretty woman,” Jason confessed merrily.

“After what you did to me the last time from your knees,” Beth whispered joyfully, “You might not have to beg much.”

They laughed but cut it short when the waiter arrived for their drink orders. Jason would have loved to order wine but between age problems and driving they picked iced teas. The meal was wonderful and the company better. Beth had Dover Sole and Jason the fried seafood platter. Not exactly dietary she kidded him but he worked out enough not to worry. Jason found Beth very easy to talk with and the conversation just rolled along all through dinner.

After a wonderful Terra Meuse, Jason paid the bill and they left. He started heading back towards campus but it was only eighty thirty. Beth looked at him questioningly.

“Don’t worry; I’m not taking you home already, pretty lady.”

“Where to then?” Beth kidded. “To the airport Kaş Escort again?”

He got the reference to their last date and the backseat activities of the previous time and laughed along with her.

“No, to a hotel,” Jason explained.

Beth looked at him a little unsure and nervously, “What do you mean?”

“To the bar at the hotel,” Jason added. “One of the brother’s bartends there. We can have a drink or two.”

“Oh, really,” Beth said, now smiling with him.

Jason pulled into the same hotel where he had fucked Ariel several times and they went into the lounge area. It was a sports bar with a mixed crowd of young people like them, older couples, and business people. They took an open table off to one corner. Jason looked to the bar and his friend was giving him the thumbs up. Jason wasn’t sure if he was saying hi or commenting on the gorgeous redhead he was with but it didn’t matter. Paul walked out from behind the bar to greet them.

“Hey, Jason,” Paul said approaching the table.

“Hi, Paul. This is Beth, Paul,” Jason introduced them.

“Nice to meet you, Beth,” Paul said smiling.

“Hi, Paul,” Beth replied with a warm smile back.

“Place is pretty hopping tonight,” Jason continued.

“Aah, this is pretty normal for a Saturday night,” Paul claimed. “What can I get you?”

“You still remember how to make those awesome green apple martinis you made for me once?” Jason asked.

“No problem,” Paul said.

“Would you like to try one of those, Beth? They are great,” Jason added.

“Okay,” Beth responded.

“Two then, Paul,” Jason ordered.

“Coming right up.”

Beth and Jason talked about summer vacations they used to take as kids when Paul returned with the drinks. They sipped them and Beth complimented Paul on how good they were.

“The secrets in a little cherry juice but don’t tell anyone,” he said winking and left.

“He’s nice,” Beth commented as Paul returned to the bar.

“Yeah, he’s great,” Jason agreed.

They talked and drank their drinks. When the first two were done they ordered two more. When those were gone, Jason ordered two more. Part way through the third, Beth was giggling about something Jason said and he was laughing too.

“Jason, I feel the alcohol in these. They’re potent,” Beth said and chuckled.

“Yeah, we better not have anymore,” Jason agreed.

“Aren’t you worried about driving back?” Beth queried.

“No, campus is just four blocks away and, besides, this is a hotel after all,” Jason let drop.

“What are you saying? We should get a room,” Beth squealed with laughter.

“We could,” Jason said, laughing too.

“Oh, you are a naughty boy,” Beth claimed laughing heartily.

“Just enthralled with your beauty,” Jason proclaimed chuckling too.

“I think you’re trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me,” Beth claimed with a smile.

“Is it working?” Jason confessed.

“Yes, I’m afraid it is,” Beth roared and they both cracked up.

As they finished the last drinks and Jason paid the bill, Beth was sitting contently at his side. They slid out of the table and made their way to the door. Jason was a little intoxicated but he felt he could drive if he had too. They could even walk to campus and pick up the car the next day if need be. He started walking Beth to the main entrance when she tugged on his arm.

“You shouldn’t drive like this, Jason. But you’ve already spent enough. It would be too expensive to get a room, right?” Beth claimed, she was a little drunker than him.

“I could afford it,” Jason said. “No big deal.”

He left out the part of having an expense account for exactly such dates.

“Well, if you don’t mind, why don’t we get a room then,” Beth offered with a smile.

“Fine,” Jason said happily, walking her to the main desk.

The transaction took less than a minute as Jason had already inquired about the room beforehand. In a few moments they were standing before the elevators.

“Wow, that was fast,” Beth exclaimed.

“Yeah, they’re quick here,” Jason declared mischievously.

They took the elevator to the third floor. The room was a few doors down and they entered to find a king sized bed.

“Shouldn’t you call Haden to let her know you won’t be back?” Jason asked.

“Good idea,” Beth agreed and pulled her cell from her purse.

She called Haden while Jason looked for a good channel on the TV. He found a show on one of the premium channels at the hotel called “Entourage”. He put that on as Beth concluded telling Haden she wouldn’t be back that night. They curled up together on the big bed and watched TV for a while.

“Would you like some champagne?” Jason asked.

“Jason, this is costing you a fortune,” Beth protested.

“It’s okay, I’ve got it covered,” Jason responded.

Jason placed the order over the house phone and they watched TV till it arrived. He tipped the room service guy and poured them both glasses. They sipped champagne and Kaş Escort Bayan watched the rest of the show. They sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard, sipping their champagne.

“Wow, you’re trying to get me drunk,” Beth commented as Jason poured them both refills.

“Not drunk,” Jason said joking. “Just carefree.”

“Oh, what does carefree get you?” Beth mused.

“This,” Jason said and kissed her.

Beth returned the kiss and even gently touched his cheek as they kissed more. Within short order they were tongue kissing and only broke to put their glasses down. When they resumed their hands were now free to get involved too. Jason’s hand held her side but high on her chest where he could feel the side of her breast touching the side of his hand. Beth’s hand was on the inside of his thigh, not far from where it would feel more than just leg if it crept any higher.

Beth was the first to make real contact. Her hand did steal higher and found the bulge of his semi-hard cock. She teased it through his pants fabric, getting him to moan into their kiss. Not to be left out or outdone, Jason cupped her breast and kneaded the pert mound through her bra. It didn’t take long for Beth to initiate things more by pulling his shirt off. He followed by pulling her dress up to her hips. They broke from kissing long enough to disrobe completely and pulled down the bed covers all the way.

Jason looked at Beth, finally seeing her completely naked in the light from the bed lamps, not the dim cast-off light of the airport floods. She looked more spectacular than he even imagined in real life. Her red curls hung halfway down her pale white back and over her shoulders in front, partially obscuring his view of her tits and their bright pink nipples. When she moved and her hair swayed, he got different glimpses of her that soon had his dick completely hard.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jason gasped.

“You too and I love this guy,” Beth said, encircling his rigid cock with her small pale hand.

“He loves you too,” Jason countered.

“He’ll love me better after this,” Beth said, pushing Jason to lean back against the headboard and crawling between his legs.

Beth glanced up into his eyes as her hand still stroked his steely hard cock. Her smile showed naughty thoughts as she looked at him and played with his genitals. Her blue eyes drifted back and forth from his cock to his face. The squeezing of her hand had forced a drop of pre-cum to ooze from the tip and collect on top.

She smiled at him one last time before bending to lick the pre-cum from his cockhead. She savored the slightly salty taste and continued to lick all around the head. Jason moaned and tried to reach for her cute tits but she was too far away to do it comfortably. He contented himself with watching her suck and play with his pulsing member.

“Oh, god, Beth. That feels so good,” Jason growled.

“Jason, I love sucking your cock,” Beth declared.

“Oh, babe, that feels wonderful,” Jason grunted as she took the head completely inside her mouth.

“Mmmm,” Beth hummed on his dick making him groan more.

“Beth, swing around over me,” Jason said.

Beth complied without taking her mouth from his cock. She swung her leg up and across his chest. Jason helped her settle in over the top of him and was treated to her pink sex right before his eyes. She had shaved around the labia as before and only had a small strip of red hair at the top, above her pussy. Her girlish cunt hid much of her inner charms until he reached up and parted her labia. The deep pink and wetness of her inner pussy made his cock surge in her mouth.

Jason kissed the top of her cunt and then licked around her inner labia. He teased her and avoided her clit or her vaginal entrance for the moment. Beth moaned around his cock in her mouth. She pushed deep, taking much of him into her mouth and the entrance to her throat. Her hands pulled his heavy balls up to try to meet her mouth on the way down. She couldn’t quite get him into her throat yet, despite a good effort.

After another minute of teasing her, Jason pressed his pointed tongue into the folds of her pussy and plunged as deep as he could into her opening. His efforts brought further moans from Beth which felt glorious to his cock trapped in her sucking mouth. Jason kept that up, wiggling his tongue inside her for a while, before attacking her clit. He used his fingers to better extract her hood from over her little nubbin. The cute pink little organ was too inviting to him and he licked it back and forth. Beth’s moaning grew louder as he did.

Beth was working Jason’s cock to perfection and he could feel the beginning quaking of his testicles as they stirred with anxious seed. He wouldn’t have minded cumming in her talented mouth but he had hopes of other plans. For his plan to work though, he had to get Beth off first before she did the same to him. Fortunately for him, sucking her clit into his mouth and pushing a finger into her cunt were two double Escort Kaş actions that drove Beth wild with desire.

She tried hard to concentrate on sucking Jason’s cock but his attentions to her pussy were just too wonderful. He teased a second finger into the hymen protected opening of her cunt and sucked and licked continuously on her tender little button. Beth could feel her orgasm coming on like a blissful wave.

“Mmmm,” she moaned around his cock.

Jason allowed one of his fingers to move higher on her nice firm butt. Inches from his eyes was the cutest little crinkled pink rosebud he had ever seen. His finger teased around it, feeling its tiny bumpy surface, as his mouth and tongue continued their assault to her clit.

“Oh, god,” Beth howled as she had to pull off his cock.

No one had ever touched her there before and it felt like an electrical shock to her sensitive nerves. Her orgasm came on like a bolt of lightning. Jason kept up his attentions to her two virgin openings and her hyper-sensitive little pea. It was more than Beth could take and she grunted loudly to avoid screaming in the hotel room.

Realizing he had hit something sensitive on her, Jason pressed the tip of one of his cunt slick fingers into the tight opening of her ass. The reaction from Beth was immediate and what he hoped for.

“Ungh,” Beth gasped as her climax peaked.

Jason continued his complete attentions to her various holes and sucked on her hard little knob. Beth shook and groaned above him. Her legs closed tightly around his head, making it more difficult for him to move or breathe. He persisted though, and worked her through a wonderful orgasm.

‘Oh, fuck,’ Beth thought, as her body quaked with the pulses of pleasure from her cunt and the strange sensations of his finger at the entrance to her rectum. ‘So good … so good,’ she moaned to herself.

Jason kept at her until her orgasm waned and she couldn’t take any more. She rolled off him to the side, panting for air. Her clit felt like it was humming or vibrating from his constant sucking. She could still feel the weird sensations at her rear door and her nipples, left untouched, were dying to be pulled. She put both hands on her tender firm mounds and squeezed her super-charged nipples. The action sent further delicious licks of pleasure back to her cunt and brain.

Jason sat up and gladly watched the gasping beauty. He thought she was perfect in every way. He loved her red hair, her pale skin with touches of freckles here and there, and firm B-cup breasts and the adorable pink nipples, now more red with Beth’s attentions. He, too, breathed heavily, but watched her finally relax and open her eyes. He smiled at her as a weak smile came to her too.

“You drive me nuts,” Beth claimed.

“I could say the same of you,” Jason replied with a big smile. “Did you get off good?”

“Oh, my god! One of the best ever,” Beth exclaimed. “What was that action to my butt?”

“Oh, just something I thought I’d try. Did you like it?”

“It felt strange to have you touch me there but not all that bad either,” Beth admitted.

Jason climbed up onto his knees and arms and moved over top of Beth. He kissed her between the breasts and worked his way north to her neck and lips. She returned his kisses and held his sides but she could feel his dick poking around between her parted legs. All of a sudden she remembered he hadn’t gotten off yet and where his cock was made her wonder of his intentions. ‘What does he think he’s doing?’ Beth questioned herself.

“Jason, let me finish you. You haven’t cum yet,” Beth declared.

“Let’s kiss like this a little longer first,” Jason offered.

Beth could feel his probing cock every once in a while poking against her pussy. One side of her still aroused body wanted to feel him touch her there. The other threw up alarms as to where further touching might lead. She fought her own emotions as they kissed and Jason settled down further over her. In so doing, his cock pressed right into the moist center of her engorged and flared pussy. The lust she felt started to win out but only briefly.

Steeling herself, Beth said, “What’re you doing?”

“What do you mean?” Jason replied innocently.

“You’re touching me down there with your dick,” Beth stated.

“How’s it feel?” Jason asked but then smiled.

“Way too good,” Beth admitted.

“Shall I stop?” Jason asked.

“What are you intending? Is this what you meant by carefree?” Beth queried nervously.

“Maybe,” Jason allowed.

“Jason, but you know I’ve never done … “

“I know.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready,” Beth groaned.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Jason pledged. “But, is it you’re just nervous?”

“A little,” Beth admitted.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jason informed.

“I know … but it’s just that I’m not sure … sure I …”

“Love me?” Jason filled in.

“I’m just not sure … sure what’s changed from before,” Beth added.

“With your last boyfriend?” Jason asked.

“Are you even my boyfriend?” Beth asked.

“I like you a lot, Beth. Very much,” Jason offered.

“I like you too,” Beth said. “But … you’re not in love with me?”

“Is that what it’s going to take? You need to be in love first?” Jason asked.

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It was a hot summer evening, and me and my boyfriend decided to go to the cinema. It was the first time we saw each other in real life. Before we only talked online in a chat room. It was beyond exciting to finally see him face to face and he was very handsome as well.

I giggled, en lacing my fingers with his as we walked through the streets towards the mall where the cinema was at. He was pretty shy, I was his first girlfriend, even though he was already 18. It surprises me a bit, when he first told me that. I didn’t believe him at first, but the way his hands were shaking, his cheeks blushing and him not able to look at me straight in the eye, got me convinced that he was indeed speaking the truth.

“D-Do you want something to eat?” He asked, stuttering a bit, as we passed a small store with food. I didn’t really feel hungry for food, but I did feel hungry for something else. This was the second day I was with him and we had been sleeping in the same bed every night. It had made me frustrated.

“Can I eat you?” I said, boldly. His eyes widened with shock, and blushed a deep shade of red.

How much was this guy going to blush? Weren’t guys supposed to be a bit more assertive when it comes to these kinds of things.

He didn’t say anything until we got to the cinema. “Two tickets please.” He said and took the tickets.

It was a very small cinema, not what I was used to, but that also meant that there weren’t allot of people. If only.. he would ravish me right now. I bit my lip, feeling even more frustrated.

We found our seats and sat down. The lights started to dim, and the movie started. I was hoping that he had picked a good movie, but after watching for a few minutes, I started to get bored. When I looked to the side, I saw that he was enjoying the movie, so I pretended to watch as well.

I was wearing very short jeans, and a short top. It hugged my curves in all the right places. So I was surprised he hadn’t tried anything yet tonight. But that’s when I felt his hand resting on my knee. It wasn’t anything special, but it send shivers from where he touched me all the way up my body and down into the place that was aching.

I decided not Gündoğmuş Escort to say anything, as I continued pretending to watch the movie. I wasn’t disappointed, his hand traveled up slowy, kneading my tights gently, making his way up. I shivered violently, which didn’t go unnoticed. From the corner of my eye I could see his lips curl up into a smirk. Where did the shy guy go? Well wherever he went, I wasn’t complaining.

His hand continued to go up, stroking the inside of my thigh, teasingly sliding one finger inside my pants, but not touching where I wanted to be touched. Then he started stroking me through my pants. My breathing started picking up and I had to bite back a few moans.

He continued doing this until I was near to going berserk. I decided that this was where my limit was, so I bowed towards him and whispered in his ear: “If you continue, I am not going to let you sleep tonight.” He swallowed thickly, seems he was just trying to act brave, teasing me like that.

“I-i-, ehm, I am not sure can we..” He didn’t finish his sentence, cause I didn’t let him. My hand had slid between his legs and I squeezed. It didn’t surprise me when I felt that he was hard, he’s a guy after all. I could hear him mutter something, which turned into a small moan when I squeezed him again.

At this point I felt like taking out his dick, and make him fuck me. But, I wanted to wait till we were at his house since I suspected that it was his first time. So I decided to tease him just a bit more.

My hand now traveled under his pants, were I teasingly stroked the length of his shaft. His eyes fluttered closed, his breathing getting uneven. I stroked it again, this time he bucked his hips up.

“S-Stop.” He whispered. I raised an eyebrow. “What? Why?” That all too familiar blushed crept up his face again. “I-I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Fine.” I said, giving his dick one last squeeze.

The last few minutes of the movie where a hell. I was dripping wet from all the teasing and I wanted to do him so badly. So when the movie ended, I grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him out of the cinema to our house.

Luckily the house wasn’t Gündoğmuş Escort Bayan that far from the cinema. He turned on the light in the living room, smiled at me nervously. “You go to the bedroom, I will be there in a second.” He said.

I did as he said, giving him a kiss on the lips before leaving to the bedroom. There I took off my shirt, pants and lingerie. All naked I lay down on the bed, closing my eyes, imagining the immense pleasure I would be feeling soon.

After a while, he didn’t come yet, so I was getting impatient. But instead of checking how he was, I decided to start by myself. If he was too much of a chicken to do me, I would have to do it myself.

My pussy was all wet and sticky. I teased my clit and then pushed my finger inside. At the same time I was rubbing my nipples.

I was close to cumming when I suddenly felt the bed move. I opened my eyes to see my cute boyfriend sitting there. He was looking very handsome, he had already taken of his shirt and pants, but his boxers were still on. I smiled, and removed my fingers from myself.

To my surprise, he grabbed my wet fingers, and brought them to his mouth. It was perhaps one of the most erotic sights I have ever witnessed. He licked my fingers clean, took them in his mouth and sucked, before removing them and giving me a small kiss on my lips.

“Sorry it took me so long.” He said, with and embarrassed look on his face. “i am just really nervous, since it’s my first time.” I nodded. “I know, don’t worry.” I said, as I kissed his lips again.

“Y-Your beautiful by the way.” He said, in between the kisses. I purred against his lips, gently pushing him back unto the bed. I straddled his waist, and slowly started kissing down his jaw, his neck and his chest. I took a nipple in my mouth and gave it a squeeze between my teeth. he shivered in response, urging me on.

When I kissed down to the hem of his boxers, I slid it down with my fingers. He helped me by lifting his butt of the bed. His dick was hard as a rock, when I grabbed it in my hand I could feel it pulsating. He hissed, and he inhaled sharply.

I noticed how much precum was dripping Escort Gündoğmuş down the tip, so I lapped up a trail with my tongue from the base of his dick to the tip. He grunted softly, which only encouraged me to go on. I closed my lips around the tip of his dick, earning a moan, which was replaced by a louder moan after I started sucking. I wrapped my tongue around his dick, licking and sucking it like it was a lollipop.

He moaned, whispering colorful words that I wouldn’t dare to repeat. His hands wound in my hair, as he bucked his hips, enjoying the sensation of fucking my mouth. I took him in deeper, massaging his balls with my other hand in the progress.

After a while, my mouth started to get numb, so I stopped. He made a disappointed sound, but it was silenced when he saw me crawling on top of him to position his dick to enter me.

“W-Wait.” He said. “I want to please you too.” He made me sit down on his lap, his dick rubbing my core, but not entering yet. He kissed me deeply, his tongue rubbing against mine. His hand went down to my breasts, he massaged both of them and then went down to my wet folds.

He stopped kissing me. “Your so wet.” He commented. I was indeed very very wet. And even though I enjoyed him touching me, I was beyond inpatient now. I wanted his dick right now!

Luckily, his dick was pointing upwards, I continued to let him rub me a bit longer, before I sat down, sliding his dick inside me completely without warning. He threw his head back unto the pillow. His eyes closing tight, and his mouth gasping from the sudden new sensation.

I bit my lip, it felt so good to finally have him inside of me. My whole body was shaking with arousal, and I started to move my hips. His hand shot up to rest on my hips, as I picked up the pace. He let out ragged breaths of pleasure, his eyes rolling back every time I bucked my hips or tried a different angle.

“Oh..Oh fuck.” He whispered, when I reached a quite rough pace. He seemed to like it when I rode him roughly, and so did i.

“Your so tight” He grabbed my hips harder. One hand left my hip and started rubbing my clit. I moaned, feeling my orgasm nearing. I cried out when the tight knot in my stomach broke. Feeling the walls of my pussy contracting, made him near his end as well. He grunted, filling me up with his seed.

That night we both lay in each others arms. “I love you.” He said. “I really enjoyed making love to you.”

“I love you too.” I whispered, cuddling up to him.

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It was the summer I turned eighteen and it was unforgettable. My parents separated before I can even remember. My mom remarried and moved to London. My dad would not allow her to take me with her…and smart lady that she is she did not want me caught in the middle of a very nasty custody battle. Instead they compromised. And I got the best of both worlds, Los Angeles during the school year and a much cooler English summer.

It became my escape after working my ass off to be what my dad expected; it was really nice to go there and not be expected to do anything, absolutely nothing. So even though I was eighteen now and an adult; I did not have to go, but when mom offered, I could not wait for one more escape before I faced the challenges of university in the fall.

Now things were not all glamorous there. My mom had had another child, but my baby sister was special needs. Her marriage fell apart and things were not always easy. But she made the most of those summers with me. She always found money and time to spend with me too.

That summer though was different for one reason: Kate. She was my little sister’s babysitter. She was a couple of years older than me and finishing up university that year. She was studying to be a teacher and worked after school to give my mom a break. With my sister life was so crazy that mom usually had really exciting things to do when Kate came; things like the bank or shopping or another appointment to do with my sister. She always asked if I wanted to come too. But I was eighteen and gaming was way cooler than grocery shopping.

I got to know Kate during those times. I discovered that she was that rarest of creatures…a female gamer. Hell, she could even beat me at a couple of them. She even got me to go with her occasionally to take my sister swimming or the park. İbradi Escort We would talk about games or school or life…which was pretty much gaming when you are a geek likes us. I really liked her.

Don’t get me wrong, Kate was no super model or even all that pretty. She was a bit overweight and had skin problems. Like me (and most kids like us) she was not even into showers; let alone make-up and girlie crap. She was more like a friend…a female version of me. And that was cool.

Eventually, we got around to talking about what everyone our age does…sex. We discovered that we were both still virgins. And neither of us was too happy about that. That is when we came up with the plan: it was simple…have sex with one another.

The other thing that was amazing about my mom was how open minded she was. She, not my dad, had been the one to explain the facts of life to me. And she always took the time to listen to everything I said. So it might seem weird, but it was the most natural thing to talk to her about our crazy plan. She listened carefully without passing judgment. She asked a few questions: was I sure that I was ready, didn’t I want to wait for someone ‘special.’ Then, of course, she had the condom talk with me again. She proceeded to go out and buy three boxes…and lube. That’s my mom.

Kate and I waited until mom had taken my little sister to the park for a few hours. My baby sister was always kidding me about liking Kate anyway. But mom just told her that we were going to play games for a bit…with a wink at us as they closed the door.

My stomach got all knotty then. I mean in theory it had sounded awesome…have sex with my friend. But when you are both virgins, neither of you really knows how to get things started. Thankfully, Kate knew what she wanted. She İbradi Escort Bayan started to strip off her old sweat pants and oversized t-shirt. Her tits were not that big so she did not bother wearing a bra. It was the first time I had seen breasts (other than my mom’s when she breastfed my sister…and that don’t count). I was fascinated with them, but she wanted to get on to other things.

She was the director on this set. She wanted to me to finger her. So I did. She was tight but wet too. She wanted to try a blow job. She was not the best, but how was I to know that? She was certainly enthusiastic enough. She probably formed my preference for wet, sloppy blow jobs that summer.

Getting the condom on was hilarious. We broke two. Good thing that mom had bought almost five dozen. One thing she had made clear: she was way too young to be a grandmother. We finally managed it though, getting that thing on my cock. It certainly was not because the condom was the wrong size; I have never and never will be a magnum guy.

Then it was time for the big moment. I admit it; I hesitated. Losing your virginity is a serious thing. Mom’s words echoed in my head. Was I ready? Was this how I wanted to lose it? Did I want to wait for someone special? Two seconds later, I took the plunge.

I don’t know what I expected but this was it. Better than Fifa World Cup, but not as good as the best game of Grand Theft Auto. To be fair, it was better than an average game of GTA. Just not as good as the ‘best’ one.

Kate seemed to like it. Better than me even. At least from all the noise she was making. She even told me so while we were playing GTA afterwards. I kicked her ass in that game too.

Of course, I was so nervous that first time that I did not manage to come at all. We Escort İbradi went at it for over an hour, off and on, but I never managed to get off. Only when I was alone later on, thinking back on it and jerking off. But that orgasm was mind blowing. Like I had saved it all up.

That was just the start though. Kate and I had weeks to practice. The other thing that the Internet rocks at…besides gaming codes…is porn. Kate and I both had a bit of a porn addiction and got loads of ideas. There was not much we did not try that summer…feet jobs, anal, you name it. I learned to eat pussy too, but only right after swimming when she was really clean.

I got busy with my life after that summer. I never again spent a whole summer with mom. Sometimes I went a couple of years without visiting at all. But once or twice when I did visit I ran into Kate. Like me she had gone on with her life. Finished university, taken a teaching job, had a couple of relationships. We never did hook up again after that summer but we would laugh about the way we fumbled around as friends.

I took my wife and new baby to see mom again this summer. One afternoon we sat on the bench in that same park where she used to take my little sister so Kate and I could get it on. She looked over at me with tears in her eyes as she watched her granddaughter take her first step to her teenage aunt. “Do you have any regrets? You know? About Kate?”

That’s my mom. Although it was my dad that raised me most of the time, it was my mom that I pattern my own parenting after…everything she ever did was about us. She thought everything through and put us first; right down to ‘losing’ me rather than put me through a nasty court fight. And that is how I want to raise my children…putting their needs first and worrying about every decision I make for them.

But she had nothing to worry about on that one. I put my arm around her and squeezed, “You always taught me: no regrets, Mom. And I believe that.” The damned sun got in my eyes then because they started to get all watery. But that is my mom. And my wonderful summer with the babysitter.

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