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The rising sun foretold the heat it would bring this day as it reflected off the shallow streams of the once mighty Platte River. Already, loud airboats skimmed the surface of the water. On hot days like today, they would pass dozens of times skirting around sandbars, sometimes landing on them to deposit sun worshipers. There is no such thing as a secluded sandbar in the middle of a river; however, some folks do not care and strip off for an all over tan.

Along the south and north banks, small travel trailers and pickup trucks with campers parked. Some parked right at the river edge and others parked in the shade of trees. Although flood control dams tamed the Platte, many stretches are still wild wilderness areas with limited access. The one-mile stretch described here is one of those areas. As close to a major population as this section is, it is probably not much different from when Lewis and Clark explored it in 1806.

At the west end of this mile long stretch, I own a few acres of land adjoining the river. The property line actually terminates at the river. I can post no trespassing signs along the bank and property edges but by law, I cannot bar boats landing when safety issues exist. Most users of the river respect private property and do not trespass. A few think they have right-of-way and those few have cost me a lot of money for fencing and gates. More than once have people tried to sue me for blocking “public access.” Even signs stating private road no public access posted by the county roads department have little impact on some idiots. My last line of defense is a gate sign reading, “Security provided by Smith & Wesson Fire Arms Company,” and a last sign reading, “Private Property – Keep Out.” I never shoot but a holstered handgun is a deterrent.

I am not a river-rat, as some river property owners are known; I am a professional in the academic arena. I do not live on the river because flood insurance premiums are very high and getting a building permit is a might nigh impossible. I do have commercial power to the property and a deep well for mostly clean water. During the summer, I park a fifth wheel two bedroom camper and spend most of my time from work on the river. I am single and have a studio apartment in town.

Established, I am single and I work in academics. My name is Cassidy Mahoney, pronounced the Irish way – manney – to avoid confusion, I am male. I am 38 years old, in good physical health, not afraid of the gym, have good muscle tone but I don’t believe in muscle bulk. I am just over six feet two inches tall and hold my weight around 190. My hair color is brown that turns almost blonde from summers in the sun. I do like to invite friends to the river for parties, grilling sausage, hamburgers, and fish. Large groups bring their own campers or tents to spend nights if we enjoy too much beer. Sometimes, I prefer something intimate with one special person. That special person is whom this story concerns.

I met Amie about five years ago during a seminar on changing academic technology systems. She was 23 then and a presenter from the university’s IT department. Two things about Amie impressed me: first, she knew her topic and was very persuasive; second, she was very attractive. I am not an IT person and cannot explain in detail the changes she said were taking place, yet I can explain what my eyes beheld at the podium.

Amie stood about five feet nine inches in pumps, her oval face framed by her sandy blonde hair. I could not see eye color from where I sat then but I can tell you now, they are bright gleaming green. Her figure in her dress appeared to be maybe 34B or 36A, waist of probably 25, and hips of maybe 35. In time I was to find out my guesses were accurate.

I made a point to introduce myself and my job at the university, after the seminar. We chatted about the tech changes and how students and staff will use the changes. I wanted to get personal but avoided any risk of appearing smitten.

As the university moved into a new academic year, I invited Amie to talk with new student groups about tech applications and how to use them successfully. After a few weeks, we became personal in our conversations and had lunch a couple times.

Since the summer season was winding down, I planned one last summer event at the river before I had to lock down for the winter. My guest list included many people that Amie might know from the university and many who were not in academics. I was planning for a party of around 75 people.

“Amie, I am having a final summer party on my property at the river, would you like to join in? It will be a large group and probably go the entire weekend. Most everyone brings tents or campers; however, you could stay in the spare bedroom of my fifth wheel.” Suddenly, I realized I was being too forward and saw that reaction in Amie’s expression.

“I mean, you would fit in well with the group, you probably know many already. I am not recovering well am I,” although I wanted to recover Gazipaşa Escort from sounding forward and suggestive.

“No, you are not recovering and I feel somewhat insulted that you think I would come to a weekend party and sleep in a spare bedroom. We may be developing a relationship but I am not that far into it to accept that kind of invitation.” Amie’s tone told me I went too far.

“I am sorry Amie, I overstepped. Lets just let it be and move on. I know you are a professional and I presumed too much.” I shifted the conversation back to university matters doing everything I could to remain upbeat despite my mistaken belief she might enjoy a break.

Amie left, returning to her office and I refocused on student services needs for the school year. I had to project needs based on student population growth and changing patterns of first and subsequent semester enrollments. Numbers were boggling my mind when my phone rang. I didn’t check the caller ID since a particularly difficult assessment had my attention. “Mahoney,” I answered swiftly, “Student Services.”

“I’ll be there,” came quickly through the receiver followed by the caller hanging up. I then checked the caller ID to see it was Amie. What did she say? Did she say, “I’ll be there?Ó I realized it was the end of the day and she most likely called as she left her desk. I dashed off a quick email, “I’ll expect you, and here is the address for your GPS. Call me tomorrow.” I finished my figures and projections locking up the office about 7:30.

The next day I had a meeting with the dean of academic and student affairs. Entering the dean’s office, there sat Amie. “We are here for the same meeting Cassidy, sit down with me.” I threw my ream of printed projections on a table and took a chair next to Amie.

“Thanks for the call last evening, it was a pleasant interruption from that pile of projections.” I smiled as Amie smiled.

“I decided to come because, well, because I need a break from the rat race and all these new tech projects. I need to relight my fun fuse. You promise fun.”

“I promise fun.” The dean called us into the office for a two-hour session of figures, figuring, and overlapping responsibilities.

After the meeting, Amie suggested the staff lounge for coffee. “Gad, Cassidy, I’m too young to get hung up in all this political BS. I’m not even the head of the department.” There was a hint of anger, exasperation, and exhaustion in her voice.

“You are too good at your job, you know the business better than your director. That is why you are the go to person.” We grabbed coffees and donuts making our way to a clean table. “The political BS, it will get worse as your boss realizes he is loosing power to you. You have to prepare for that event. One benefit you have is outside support for your knowledge and expertise.”

“Are you keeping an eye on me, Cassidy?” The look in her eyes and the smile on her face told me she accepted the favor. I gave a simple answer that I knew her name came up in many tech related conversations at several levels.

“Find a mentor, become a protege, learn the ‘system’ and the politics. Learn and grow.”

“How about you, Cassidy?” It was a serious question and I had to calculate an answer.

“Not me, Amie. Find a mentor at a higher level, I will suggest names. You have to act on the suggestions as if they are your own idea.” I wanted to say that I have a growing personal attraction to Amie; however, here and now were both wrong place and wrong time.

The rest of the workweek was filled with the usual rigors. I spent a few hours after work buying food items I usually supply for big parties, cleaning up the areas were guests could set up tents and park campers. The biggest chore was setting up the portable showers in separate his and her locations and getting water to them, no comfort zones here, these are cold showers. Friday afternoon, six porta-potties arrived. I was the only one having comforts of my fifth wheel unless Amie took up my offer of the spare bedroom.

Some of the hardy partiers showed up Friday evening and helped string lights along the riverbank, shower area, toilets, and the main cooking, eating, and party area. To my surprise, Amie showed up about 9:30 with a small weekend bag.

There were introductions to people Amie did not know and hello’s from those she knew from the university. When I showed her to the fifth wheel and the spare bedroom, there were some comments about the special guest in the spare bedroom. I blew them off although I could tell Amie felt some embarrassment.

The spare bedroom was about ten feet wide and five deep. The bed was a double along the outside wall. There was a small dressing table and mirror and a couple built in drawers. I showed her the rest of the trailer before we ventured back outside.

There were some more comments and I decided it was time to cut it short. “Amie is a colleague and this is her first time here, Gazipaşa Escort Bayan she needs to get used to our horse play before I throw her into the fray with all of you.”

Tents were already up and a couple campers parked. Tomorrow would be mass arrival. We drank some beer, wine, or whatever spirit people wanted, had a couple snacks, and drifted off to bed. In my trailer, I told Amie to use the bathroom while I secured for the night. Overnight temperatures were still high so the AC was important.

I heard the shower running for a couple minutes and 15 minutes later, Amie came out refreshed wrapped in terry bathrobe. I guessed the robe was all she wore. “I’ll jump in to get cleaned up now Amie. You can go to bed any time you’re ready. I’ll see you in the morning.” Amie did not answer as she sat on the couch smiling.

I took about as long as Amie had in the bathroom coming out in my workout shorts and t-shirt. Amie was still sitting on the couch. “Cassidy, my fun fuse needs lighting.” I dimmed the lights.

I pulled Amie up from the couch, embraced her tightly, and kissed her. She responded with enthusiasm and passion. Her hands pawed and roamed my back. She gripped my butt and pulled me into her. I found the belt tie of her bathrobe giving the simple half hitch a tug. The robe opened exposing the beautiful shape of a young woman. I was at full staff at the sight. Amie shrugged the robe off it fell to the floor.

At her invitation, my t-shirt and shorts joined her robe. I backed Amie onto the couch kissing my way down her body, licking, mouthing, biting her nipples made her moan. “My tits are sensitive Cassidy, play nicely,” she breathed and moaned again as I pinched one bit the other.

I worked further down, to the junction of perfectly formed hips and leg. “Will this help light your fuse,” I asked as I kissed her mound.

“You are getting close,” she moaned. I tongued my way down to the top of her hooded clit. “Oh fuck, now you are really close,” she moaned more than spoke. I bypassed her clit to lick just at her little opening. Amie jerked her hips thrusting upward as she cried close to orgasm. I delayed licking and sucking her clit until she begged for her orgasm.

I licked her lips from base to clit and gave her clit the first attention. I licked it, around it, and took it between my lips. I noticed Amie clutching a pillow to her face as she screamed out in orgasmic bliss. The river outside was not the only thing flowing at this moment.

Amie’s orgasm was intense and I released my hold on her clit. While she still rode out her orgasm, I closed the distance between us, lined up my cock, and thrust myself into her. Amie screamed again as her vagina exploded in another wave of orgasm. I made no movement as Amie slowly came down from two strong orgasms.

“Amie, you are a sensitive ball of nerves,” I said when her breathing came back to normal.

“I have never cum like that before, not once and never twice. I never felt sexual before tonight. Now I can’t get enough.” I began slowly moving in and out, just enough to keep an edge on but not enough to make her or me cum.

“You are a lovely woman, Amie and I want to keep your fun fuse lit as long as I can.” I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down when I told her she was lovely. I picked up my pace in her.

After several minutes, Amie began convulsing again as a third orgasm hit her. “Oh god, again, cumming again. Cassidy, cum with me, in me.” Pillow over her face again, Amie screamed out another strong cum and her sexual liquid gushed from her. After a few more strokes, I buried my cock deep in her pussy turning loose a couple billion tiny sperms in my own cum.

Amie’s screaming subsided and the pillow protecting her from telling the world of her sexual bliss fell from her face. In her eyes was satisfaction, on her lips, my lips made contact. We remained joined at the hip, to my surprise, I had not shrunken from my cum and Amie began to squeeze me with rhythm of more sexual want.

I pulled Amie into my arms, held her tightly as I carried her to the floor on top of me. Amie had a sexual energy that propelled her hard against my crotch rubbing her clit against me. She was forcing herself to another orgasm; she could not seem to get enough. After a fourth orgasm, she settled quietly on top of me. I was still hard in her.

“Cassidy, you are my first, I was a virgin when you drove into me. I had so much desire that I didn’t feel my hymen break, only your cock and my cum.” Shock must have registered on my face.

“Virgin, Amie, I could have hurt you thrusting in that hard the first time.”

“I have had four orgasms that have rocked my world, your cum is trapped in me and you are going to give me more. Do I look hurt?” Amie began bouncing against me with renewed excitement. She was bringing me close to my second cum in her demanding pussy. As we exploded together, we both screamed into the pillow.

This time, Escort Gazipaşa we did break contact at the hip, Amie leaked a flood of cum from deep in pussy, and I saw a tiny bit of virginal blood staining the mix. Then I realized we were not protected. “Amie we had unprotected sex, you may be pregnant!”

“Not going to happen, I am on the pill to control my cycle and I think it works to keep me safe from invading sperm armies.” She smiled, almost giggled about invading sperm armies and my concern about pregnancy.

I felt like a trapeze artist who just hit the safety net, relief must have shown in my face as Amie smiled again. “Were you concerned for me or for you, Cassidy?”

How to answer that question without tipping my hand, what could I say? “Amie, it isn’t about you or me. We just did something that is about us.” Had I said too much, expressed my unspoken feelings for Amie?

“Us? Cassidy, how do you mean us?” The look in Amie’s eyes and expression on her face showed interest and confusion.

“Us, as in don’t sleep in the spare bedroom, us, as in close and intimate. Us, as in I have more than professional admiration for you. Us.” I waited for her response as I watched her eyes and facial expression.

Confusion left her eyes as she began speaking, “Cassidy, do you mean you like me, have emotional feelings for me? I didn’t want to come this weekend because I worried about my feelings for you.”

“What a couple of academics we are,” I chuckled. “We talk to students, deans, administrators and never talked about ourselves. Amie, I like you, you are attractive, intelligent, and very sensual. I want us to be together.”

Amie chuckled with me, “I think we have the together part figured out.” Then she became more serious, “I like you also Cassidy. I wanted you to take me tonight, be my first lover, maybe only lover.”

“Amie, when the weekend is over, I don’t want you leave. I want to wake up with you Monday morning and leave for work with me, and Tuesday morning, and Wednesday morning, and all the other mornings.”

We embraced tightly and kissed passionately. The hour was late; outside we heard some of the late night partiers heading off to bed. Had we been heard, would there be an embarrassing fuss? Only daylight would tell.

“Cassidy, I really need to use the bathroom. I’m a sticky mess and a little sore, you want to wash me?”

“You want to sleep in my bed?” Amie nodded her head, as she began to get up from the floor, she pealed away from me where our love juices dried. “Uh, we are both a mess, a sweet mess my darling Amie.” We did shower, Amie was sensitive and sore meaning we only showered before going to bed, in my bed, our bed I hoped.

Different groups woke at different hours; it seemed breakfast extended into lunch. Amie and I emerged around 10:30 after having coffee inside. We had some breakfast from the items out on tables. One of the women came up to Amie, “Comfortable spare bedroom, don’t you think? First weekend I came, Cassidy offered me the spare. He is such a gentleman, let me have complete privacy.”

Amie agreed she was comfortable in bed. “I didn’t go directly to bed, we stayed up and talked some before we went to bed. I agree, he is a gentleman, I like that. It is nice to get to know him and some of you outside work.”

“Oh, you and Cassidy work at the university together, what section are you in?” Another woman asked.

“I am in the tech department, work with the new programs implemented this year.”

I interrupted, “Hey, no shop talk this is a party weekend. I asked Amie here to get away from those headaches.”

The others laughed saying, “We just want to know how it is beauty met the beast!”

The day was normal for this group, some went swimming, others rafted, some went out to explore sand bars, snacks and beverages remained out all day. I took my role as host seriously not letting anyone drink then go into the water or do other things that could get people hurt. Everyone could drink all they wanted knowing that someone would cut them off if they started acting stupid. In three years, I have never had an accident.

As the sun started falling toward the west, I got the grills fired up. The dinner meal was anything and everything. One grill was burgers and sausage, another was steak and pork, and a third was fish. I provided burgers and sausage, buns, condiments, cheese, plates, cups, and plastic ware. Everyone else brought what they wanted to share.

We had music and drink, snacks, and yard games to play. Couples broke off to dance, some liked to sing along with music, and there was always a lot of conversation. Amie and I had a few dances but spent most of our time in conversations with folks we knew or Amie had just met this weekend.

A couple women and men told me that Amie and I look more like a couple than colleagues. I played the political center, “I can neither confirm nor deny…” Secretly, I wanted to say, yes we are.

The evening progressed into night, the moon rose but only as a sliver of a new moon, stars shown brightly. Conversations began dying off as different people wondered off to tents and campers. The party would wind down early afternoon tomorrow so people could get home and ready for the Monday morning alarm and work call.

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Although this is Part 2 of Spring Fling, it can be read alone.

Being an ‘adult’ absolutely sucked, I sighed to myself for the hundredth time, staring at the bed above me.

There were 31 ’18 year old adult’ high school women here at the university’s spring break program. We were all in a bay that slept 48 in bunk beds. While I was fortunate to get a lower bed, there still was no privacy. Bunks were only a couple of feet away on either side, plus the bay wasn’t exactly dark. Worse, the windows flooded the area with light as soon as the sun rose. Going to the toilet at night took you from a dimmed room to blazing brightness, and I was glad I was far enough away from the door to avoid getting constantly woken up. There were only 10 working outlets in the place, so we had to schedule charging our phones, and cell service was spotty, while inside. Worse, the showers were in an open freaking bay! There were 12 shower pipes but only 3 shower heads, plus they were in complete view of the 4 sinks that we had to compete for. There was no air conditioning, just a couple of fans humming all night long. The ‘kids’ on the other hand, only weeks younger than me, got to stay a hotel with the teachers, about 20 minutes away.

I lay silently in my bed, sweating in my thinnest tee and shorts and tried to fall asleep. The problem was I was hungry, and not for food. I hadn’t been able to rub one out since I got here six days ago, six days since Kevin had eaten me out in the front seat of the U-haul. Every other minute, I seemed to reminisce about that moment, only now I couldn’t do anything about it. I had even tried to get off in the toilet stalls, but it was bright as hell, the lights buzzed, and the toilet seat was way too uncomfortable. I was starting to consider going for a late-night walk to find a secluded spot, somewhere. I wondered what Kevin was doing at that moment.

Maybe he was laying on his bed, stroking his hard cock as he… Okay, stop! That is not helping at all. I sighed again.

Completely aroused, I tossed and turned all night long, waking the next morning barely rested. I decided to go straight to the dining hall, hoping the showers would be emptier when I returned. I ate alone, the only one from our group up so early. I left the dining hall, still bleary-eyed, and trudged back to the barracks. I paused, my mouth hanging open, as the most amazing thing transpired. Kevin and five other guys ran by me, skin glistening with sweat as their powerful legs drove them effortlessly onward up the hill. I gawked, staring at them until they vanished around the bend. For a moment I even considered following them back to their barracks to throw myself at him. I was a horny wreck all day.

The camp was difficult academically too. Classes started at 8:00 and ran to 4:00, and my lunch break didn’t line up with Kevin’s. I did my homework on my bunk until dinner time, sometimes getting to sit near Kevin, other times not, then back to the barracks for more studying. He always said hello, but there were always lots of other girls around, girls who seemed to have fun things to say to him and I just didn’t know what to do. And what would I want to do? I was a wreck. That night after dinner, and yet another failed attempt to talk to Kevin, I tried to study but soon gave up. Finally, I left the barracks and wandered off. I found a bench by the creek and burst into tears. I never even heard Ellen come up.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked as she sat next to me.

I tried to wipe my eyes and pull myself together, but it was too late. She hugged me lightly. Ellen was pure class, just looking at her, you knew she came from money. A petite blond that was what all the guys wanted, she looked like a cheerleader. I wondered why she hadn’t gone on some fun spring break somewhere else.

“You want to talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed my back. I shook my head. I mean, what was I going to say? ‘I’m so horny I can’t think straight’ wasn’t something I wanted to tell her. “You missing home?”

I burst into tears again and started blubbering, inadvertently mentioning Kevin.

“You’re crying about Kevin? Why? He’s so nice and is like always saying hi to you and stuff. What happened?”

I tried to explain that ‘nothing’ had happened, which is why I was upset, but somehow, humiliatingly, Ellen caught on that I had never had a boyfriend. And so, I confessed again that I was basically a five star virgin.

“Basically? What do you mean? You’re either a virgin or you’re not.”

“Well, like, ah…Kevin…um…went down on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, he…yeah.”

“Wow, that’s awesome! Do you know how many blowjobs I had to give my boyfriend before he went down on me? I’m so jealous. So, like, what did you do for him?” I just looked away. “Nothing? He just, like, went down on you?” I nodded. “And you did nothing in return? Well that is just rude. You need to pay him back, girl! No one likes a taker, and it gives you a bad name. You need to pay him back.”

Yeah, duh! That was literally the problem I was crying about.

“Look, Finike Escort it’s spring break,” she continued, “so you can do anything you want. What goes on spring break stays on spring break, am I right? Like, at home, I am the perfect loyal girlfriend, but here I get to be wild. My goal was three but looks like I might make it six! Though, now, Kevin will have to wait.”

I stared at her, boggled. Did she just imply she had been with three guys, while here? How the…?

“But, shit, girl, you need to get a move on! It’s, like, Thursday already, you need to…wait…but you said you were basically a five star virgin, so, like, you’ve never…” I nodded. “And so, you probably don’t know where to start.” I nodded. She thought for a moment and then nodded. “Okay, well, I think I can help. It’s spring break after all, and you want to reciprocate, right? Yeah, I’ll set it up for you. I’ll help you out.”

Before I knew what was happening, she had bounded away. Like, literally skipping as she left. I buried my face in my hands and laughed in disbelief before heading back to bathrooms to freshen up, like she said. Her plan was to have Kevin meet me at the Blackrock overlook in 30 minutes. She was crazy! I couldn’t help but giggle as I washed my face, cleaned off my glasses, put on my nicest tee and headed over. It felt so surreal! I laughed to myself at the craziness of it all. And then, right on time, Kevin and Ellen emerged from the forest trail. My heart went into overdrive.

“Hey Abby, Ellen says you have something to ask me.”

I glanced between him and Ellen, grinning like a loon and blushing furiously. I looked to Ellen, who was nodding supportively, and I tried to figure out what to say.

“She’s just shy,” Ellen finally chirped and hopped over to my side. She led me a few steps away and whispered in my ear. “Ask him if you can suck his cock.”

My eyes bugged out in disbelief at the suggestion, but she was already leading me back to Kevin. I stood in front of him mutely, my face surely glowing in embarrassment. Ellen nudged me, causing me to stumble.

“I…I…,” I stuttered, and Ellen nudged me again, with a nod. Was she serious? I looked up at Kevin’s cute, confused face. Oh, what the hell, can’t get any nuttier. “Can I…uh…suck your cock?” I said, barely suppressing a maniacal laugh.

The shock on Kevin’s face was immediate, but then a slow grin spread across his face. “Excuse me?” he grinned, his eyes boring into me. “I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“Can I suck your cock?”

His smile broadened. “That sounds really nice. What caused this sudden offer?”

“Well, I…uh…really liked what you did…ah…in the U-haul, and, like, I wanted to pay you back.”

“Oh, hey, you know, you’re not obligated at all. I just wanted to make you feel good.”

I glanced at Ellen, unsure of myself but she nudged me on. “No, I, like…um…want to.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Well great.”

I smiled up at him and suddenly realized I had no idea what came next, but a moment later Ellen piped up.

“See Abby? I told you he’d be totally up for that. Now first, you have to get him interested. Let him kiss you.” I looked at her in confusion and she sighed before pushing me forward, my hands landing on his chest. “Here, put your hands on his shoulders, good.”

As she pulled my hands into place, I looked up just in time to see Kevin lowering his face to mine and my eyes slammed shut. Ellen didn’t pipe down, though, standing right there and whispering in my ear through my first kiss. His soft lips on mine, his strong arms holding me, Ellen carrying on about how cute we were.

“Open your mouth and let him lead. Good! Isn’t that so nice?”

God, it was so nice, our tongues sliding over each other. Mercifully, she fell quiet and allowed me to lose myself in the kiss. By the time she started talking again, I was already past caring.

“Okay, so now, we really need to get things moving. Get him hard. You should be able to feel him against your belly,” she said and slipped her hand between us to grab his junk for a moment. “You’ll feel it when he gets hard. Meanwhile, you’re going to let him explore your body with his hands. This turns guys on. First, he’ll lower his hands to cup your butt.”

He did exactly that, cause me to rock into him even more as I moaned into the kiss. His hands gripped my ass, kneading it, as sensations I had never felt before washed over me.

“Okay, now he’s going to slowly move one hand from your ass up to your breast. You should feel him starting to harden.”

Kevin’s hand slid up my side and cupped my breast. I mewled into his mouth, just a mindless robot following her directions, my hips now squirming against him. I could feel something stirring down there. His thumb found my nipple and began rubbing it, his mouth now nibbling on my neck. God, I had no idea my neck was so sensitive.

“Now he’s going to slide his hand up under your shirt and open your bra.”

His hand on my skin was even more amazing Finike Escort Bayan and I clung to his shoulders as my knees wobbled. He found my bra clasp and easily flicked it open before sliding his hand around to caress my bare breast. I was lost in sensation.

“Okay guys, stop,” Ellen hissed, pushing me back.

I staggered away and she pushed me down on the picnic table bench, quickly sitting beside me. As my brain finally caught up, I realized that we were still out in the open and other campers were come down the trail. Kevin sat on the table next to me, casually resting his hand on my shoulder, his leg raised to shield the tent over his crotch. Fortunately, the other group passed by with only a brief hello. No sooner had they reentered the forest than Kevin pulled me into his lap and we went at it again, this time with both hands on my boobs, worries about other campers all but forgotten.

“So hot,” Ellen sighed from the side. “It’s crazy, right? The things guys do to get turned on turns us on too. So hot!”

My hands had obviously left his shoulders and now were exploring his body as he mauled my tits, Ellen directing from the side.

“Check out how hard he is. Yeah, good! You did that to him. Are you ready? Okay, Kevin, I think you should come down to the bench.”

Ellen guided me to the ground, on my knees, between his legs. Kevin lifted his hips and pulled down his shorts, allowing his cock to spring free.

“Oh my God,” I gawked at its hardness, standing tall and proud. How the hell can he walk around with that thing in his pants? I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I wanted it in my mouth. I lunged forward, but Ellen stopped me.

“No, silly! Haven’t you heard of consent? You have to ask for permission. You gonna get thrown in jail before you even get started!”

I looked at her for a moment before looking back to Kevin, an unbelievably intense look in his eyes.

“I…uh…can I suck your dick?”

“I’d like that,” he smiled.

“Here, let’s take it slow,” Ellen said, taking a handful of my hair and guiding me before I could just lean in. “Just start by kissing it. Watch him as you do it.”

She slowly guided me to the base of his dick and I placed a gentle kiss on it, my eyes looking into his. His grin twitched as I kissed him, Ellen leading me up his shaft.

“See? He’s dripping. After a guy gets really turned on, he starts dribbling precum. Lick it off, you earned it!”

I gave the tip of his cock a lick, tasting the salty fluid and savoring the look of lust on his face. I began letting my tongue out as I kissed his dick, licking his hard skin.

“It’s awesome, right? See this nub here? The whole head is sensitive for guys, but that nub is the most sensitive. When you want him to cum, focus here. Until then, avoid it. Okay, go on.”

I leaned up and took him in my mouth, my eyes rolling up into my head as his velvety hardness filled my senses. “Look at him! Oh my God girl, you’re making him feel so good. See, guys are strong and can get aggressive, but he is controlling himself. Guys get carried away and grab your head and make it rough, but he’s being so nice for you. He knows it’s your first time, he’s letting you set the pace.”

I stared dreamily into his eyes as I worked, long minutes passing as I noted his furrowed brow, a focused snarl on his face as I worked. His hands clenched impotently by his side as I worked. Ellen wouldn’t shut up.

“So hot! You don’t know how badly I want to pull you off and take over? Kevin, you gonna save some for me? No? All for little Abby’s hot mouth?” My pride soared as he turned her down. “So hot! Look at him! He probably can’t even remember his own name right now. All he knows is that you are making him feel so fucking good.”

His face twitched and he trembled, a grunt escaping from his throat.

“You’re getting him close! So now, when he cums, you focus on that nub, right? Rub it hard with your tongue. Abby, you’re going to make him cum!”

He twitched again and then tensed, his cock growing even harder. Suddenly he threw his head back and groaned as thick ropes of cum filled my mouth. Ellen was cheering on from the side, actually clapping. I didn’t know how much I could hold in my mouth but did my best.

“Now don’t stop, until he is finished! Make sure you keep it all in your mouth. Good girl!”

Finally, his spasms subsided, and he slumped on the bench, breathing hard, his eyes on mine.

“So hot! Now lean back and show him his cum. Good! Now swallow, yummy! Show him your empty mouth. Good. Now, thank him.”

“Thank you for letting me suck you.”

“Thank you for making me feel so good,” he replied, somewhat breathlessly.

“Aw, what a cute couple. So sweet!” Ellen sighed. “Okay, now it’s cuddle time.”

Ellen pulled me up into his lap as he tugged up his shorts. I slumped on his chest as he held me, both of us breathing hard.

I reached up for a kiss, but he leaned back. Ellen snickered.

“Sadly, guys don’t like to kiss after getting Escort Finike blown. Afraid it’ll turn them gay.” She shrugged, “Boys. Well that was fun, yeah? I’ll let you two alone, but it looks like it’s about to rain. I’m sure you can find your way back.”

We snuggled for a while as the clouds darkened, enjoying the feel of each other. Too soon, it started to rain, and we dashed back, Kevin dropping me off at the dorm. It wasn’t until that night, after the buzz had worn off, that the realization hit me. I had made him feel good. No one had taken care of me and now I was hornier than ever. At some point during a fitful night, a plan formed, which is how I found myself outside the boy’s barracks first thing in the morning. After a moment’s hesitation, I knocked on the door. Tom answered.

“Hi, is Kevin here?”

“Uh, yeah I think so. Yo, Kevin!” he shouted in the barracks. “Yeah sure, come in, I’ll show you his bunk.”

I sputtered that I would wait, but he was already leading me in. I hadn’t actually planned anything and didn’t know what to do, but I followed in. My jaw dropped at what I saw: a hallway, not an open bay like we had. Before I knew what was happening, I was standing in Kevin’s ‘room,’ though he wasn’t there. I looked around in amazement. The guys had strung up ropes throughout the bay and clipped sheets on the them to give each of the guys their own room. Genius! There were only eight ‘adult’ guys, so the room was actually quite large. As I was still admiring the construction, Kevin walked in behind me.

“Hey babe, nice seeing you here.”

I spun to face him, clad only in a towel wrapped low on his hips. My eyes bugged out, instinctively dropping to his crotch as I stuttered my apology.

“Oh! I…I’ll leave, I mean…”

He dropped off his toiletries and flicked on his music before turning to me. His eyes were hungry, wolfish as he approached. I backed up until I ran into the wall, where he cornered me and cupped my face. My mind went blank, my hands pressed against his hot, bare chest. His dark pink nipple was right in front of my face, music playing from the side. He gave me a hungry look for a moment and then leaned in for a kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about you, babygirl,” he growled as his hands found my tits.

We went at it hot and heavy, trying to keep quiet. I heard other guys moving around as they got ready just behind the sheets shielding us. He pulled my tee off and opened my bra to fondle my breasts. His towel vanished, as I discovered when he guided one of my hands to his rapidly hardening cock. He murmured that we had to be quick and I sank to my knees. In no time, I was giving my second blow job, slurping him off as I looked up at him, his arms braced on the wall behind me as I worked. He snarled down at me as I brought him to the brink. Suddenly he pulled away and started stroking himself. I stared into his soul as he started to cum, heavy ropes splattering across my bare chest. Finally, he was spent and flopped over on his bed.

“Fuck! Hell of a way to start the day,” he grinned, sitting up on an elbow.

I looked down at my cum covered tits and glanced around for something to wipe it off.

“No, babygirl, wear it for me. Rub it in.”

And so I did, rubbing his cum into my skin, as I watched him dress. We left his ‘room’ together, practically colliding with Soo Lin, who was with Jason. I was so dazed I didn’t even look away as she blushed scarlet and looked at the floor. We all left the barracks and headed off to breakfast. Somehow, I ended up sitting across from Kevin, while Ann took a seat next to him. Was I supposed to sit next to him? Soo Lin was sitting next to Jason. Once again words seemed to fail me, though Kevin would occasionally ask me a question.

That day, as I took my final exam, I was acutely aware of the way my tee stuck to my skin. I could smell him on me. I could feel him on me. I could still taste him. Fuck, I was hot. I don’t know how I passed my exam; I don’t remember a single thing about the test. I finished and went to find Kevin, who still had 2 hours before his exam finished. We hadn’t made any plans, but I hoped to be able to get with him tonight and let him take my virginity. I was totally ready.

I returned to my bed and took a shower, primping myself as best I could. I was down to my last change of clothes, so it’s not like I had much to choose from, plus, I had barely packed any makeup. I tried to distract myself by going for a walk, but it was all just one long, horny afternoon. As I wandered, I replayed the events of this morning and began to realize the odds I was up against. There were 31 girls here and only eight guys, but I was pretty sure that two of the guys and girls were couples. So, I was up against 29 women for Kevin’s attention. I resolved to win this competition, at least for tonight. Kevin was going to be with me tonight.

I was extra bold at dinner, forcing a seat next to him. He even kinda sorta draped an arm over me at the booth, thought it wasn’t actually on my shoulders. The problem was I had no idea how to advance the situation. Worse, they had an ‘end of break’ event that ran that night, so I really didn’t have much chance to get him away from everyone. Finally, the party broke up and Ellen walked right up to him and hugged him. My heart went into overdrive, fearing she was stealing him away.

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-Thanks to everyone who have read my first submissions, sorry for the non-sexual, will be well on it’s way! Storydwarf 🙂 –

Colin woke up the next morning to a massively unfamiliar sight. Martin was stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them.

“What the hell are you doing?” Colin asked, scaring the living shit out of Martin and almost making him scald his face with a flying fried egg.

“I’m making us breakfast. What’s wrong with that?”

“We make our own breakfasts here. You are simply going to mess up mine.”

After reluctantly eating breakfast, Colin got ready for the day ahead of him. He checked his clock: 10:34, Saturday 30th October. It was Halloween the next day. Colin and Martin alike were both equally excited, as was Steven.

At about 11 o’clock, there was a higly unexpected knock at the door, causing both Colin and Martin to swivel their heads round and glare at the door. Colin stood and answered it and as the door swung open, Via was stood there with a great big grin on her face. Colin almost screamed and took a crap, but managed to hold both in successfully.

“Hello, Colin!” beamed Via.

“Um, hello Via,” Colin groaned, rubbing his eyes to make it look like he just woke Elmalı Escort up, “How do you know where I live?”

“It’s a little thing called social networking. It just so happens that Ella is my bestest bestie in the universe, as of yesterday afternoon.”

“Well, what do you want?” Colin asked, scratching his forehead.

“I wanted to say hello. Is there a problem?”

“No.”

“Then bye!” Via said, still smiling as she grabbed the door handle and closed the door on herself. Colin walked away from the door with a puzzled look on his face and paced into his bedroom and played with his miniature train set.

Martin was watching Doctor Who whilst sat comfortably in his chair. Then, through the letterbox came a slip of card. It read:

You are invited to Ella’s Halloween party! Bring booze and food!

Martin called Steven and told Colin about the party. Colin replied with a little smile and a ‘yippee’. Steven said “Hot chicks in costumes?” then stayed silent for the rest of the call.

The next day, the three grown men spent the afternoon putting on clothes and make-up. Colin was going as Data from Star Trek, Steven was going as Gandalf from The Lord of the Rings, and Martin was going as Link Escort Elmalı from The Legend of Zelda.

“I bet that one of us is going to win first prize at the costume parade!” Colin announced eagerly. Martin and Steven both agreed.

That night, at the party, Colin’s first thought was ‘we are definitely going to win this parade’. Everyone there was dressed up in feeble costumes, such as Scream masks that the wearers didn’t even keep on through the duration of the night. Ella moved over to them and said “Hey! Glad you guys could come!”

“We wouldn’t have missed it- I mean, we thought…” Martin trailed off, then resorted to looking down and picking at his nails.

“So when is the costume parade?” Colin asked over the pumping music.

“There isn’t one!” Ella almost screamed, competing with the sheer volume of the room. Colin walked away, disappointed, and sat down on the sofa. Steven was to busy staring at half naked women in cat costumes to notice anything that went on.

Martin sat down next to Colin for the most part of the night, until a colossal tanned drunk man collapsed onto his lap. He then momentarily regained consciousness and grabbed Martin by his collar.

“You want some, little Elmalı Escort Bayan man?” the man growled, alcohol emanating from his breath. Martin was caught off guard here and had nothing to defend himself with when the drunk swung his head forwards, crunching into Martin’s nose. There was a loud crack and blood started streaming from Martin’s nose. Ella rushed in and threw the guy off of Martin as he and Colin got up and headed back to the apartment.

Colin slumped into his bed and was asleep within half an hour, while Martin was holding a large paper towel to his nose, soaking up the crimson liquid. After all the blood had cleared, there was a light knock at the door. Ella opened it and peeked round, to see Martin on the sofa, a bloody tissue next to him.

“It’s not broken,” Martin said to Ella as she walked in. She closed the door behind her and walked over to Martin, sitting next to him on the sofa. She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and wiped the last bit of blood from his nose.

“I am so sorry about that,” Ella said, almost crying.

“No, it’s okay,” Martin assured her. Ella looked Martin in the eyes. She leant forward and kissed him deeply on the lips. Her lips were warm against his, but this was totally new to Martin. He didn’t know where to put his hands or anything. So he remembered Tony Stark kissing Pepper Potts and put one hand round Ella’s waist and the other running through her dark ginger hair. They kissed for about 25 seconds, when Ella slowly broke the kiss, drawing back with her eyes still closed.

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Minding my own business was what I was doing, just strolling along a laneway between two rows of houses. I have no idea why these laneways exist but they do and they’re useful for a shortcut between blocks. I’ve heard some people complain about them because they reckon junkies and lowlifes use them for nefarious purposes, whatever those nefarious purposes might be.

So it’s a beautiful sunny day, maybe just a touch warmer than I like, but I wasn’t complaining. I just ambled along, heading homeward, nothing in particular to do and all afternoon in which to do it.

And then I wasn’t just ambling along as I’d discovered something that I needed to do with great urgency. I heard a growling snarl behind me and throwing a glance over my shoulder I saw Lionel Jessup’s two pit-bulls charging towards me, all teeth and menace. (Blasted Jessup is also a menace. He’s been warned about keeping those mongrels locked up.)

Realizing that throwing a glance at the dogs wouldn’t slow them down and not having any bricks in my pockets I decided that discretion was called for and departed the vicinity. Departing the vicinity was another problem, but one I could solve. Running away wouldn’t help as the dogs would be on me long before I reached the end of the lane. In theory, standing absolutely still means the dogs wouldn’t attack me, but it wasn’t a theory I wanted to test when I had another option. A fast side step and a jump and I was on top of the nearest fence, safely out of the reach of the mongrels.

Squatting up there in relative safety I called the cops and reported the two dogs, recommending they address the problem with shotguns. They implied tranquilisers would be enough and I wished them luck. I also mentioned that I wasn’t staying around to be a chew toy and if they heard of a trespasser running through someone’s yard it would probably be me departing the scene.

The cops suggested I wait at the scene and I told them that if they thought I was going to sit on top of a fence until they rolled up then they were crazy. I gave them my name and address and told them I was willing to make a formal complaint and hung up.

I vaulted off the fence into the yard, ready to depart. (Okay, I climbed down carefully. Jumping off a six foot fence is just asking for a broken ankle.) Turning around it registered on me that I was in the Minot’s back yard. Even though I’d never been here before it was an easy guess as Mrs Minot was standing in the yard looking at me with a smirk on her face. That was all she Döşemealtı Escort had on.

Mrs Minot was around twenty five, a few years older than my nearly nineteen. She was also a redhead with beautiful creamy skin, skin that seemed to be reluctant to take a tan as I could see no sign of one. Not even the faintest tan lines. She was slender and looked fit, with a lovely pair of breasts. A ‘C’ cup would be my guess, tipped with strawberry pink nipples and surrounds.

She had a wet sheen to her and seeing that there was a swimming pool right there I guessed she’d been swimming when I made my unscheduled appearance. I was mildly surprised that she wasn’t in the pool, using it for cover. (I only had room for mild surprise where that was concerned as I totally and completely shocked to see her standing there, smiling.)

I could hear Jessup’s voice floating over the fence as he yelled at the dogs, having finally caught up with them. I sort of indicated towards the fence and said something along the lines of, “Ah, um, urg.”

“I quite agree,” she said, nodding. “Vicious, bad tempered, animal, and his dogs are just as bad.”

“Um, yes. You can understand why I didn’t stop to argue with them.”

“It seems to me that you got quite a scare. Your face is all red. Would you like to sit for a moment?”

She moved towards me as she spoke and I could feel my face getting hotter and probably redder. I also seemed to be losing the power of speech again. When she took my hand and drew me towards the bench to one side of the pool I simply blushed even harder and went with her.

I defy any man to walk next to that woman and keep his eyes off her breasts. She had this sort of sway when she walked and her breasts were quite happy joining in the swishing movement, rocking from side to side. My eyes were dancing little glances and I was praying she wouldn’t notice. Why, I was wondering, doesn’t she at least wrap a towel around herself?

“You know, I can’t make up my mind as to whether you’re more stalwart than I thought or if you’re just shit scared,” she observed.

I blinked. “What? What do you mean?”

“Well, normally a man with something like this would be making a grab for the goodies, but you’re just sitting there, blushing. Like I said, very stalwart or shit scared.”

The ‘something like this’ that she referred to was my erection. Under the circumstances it’s not a condition that you could call unexpected. What was unexpected was her Döşemealtı Escort Bayan groping it through my trousers. I let out some sort of startled sound and she giggled.

“Quite right,” she said. “It probably is a little cramped in there.”

With that she unzipped me and manoeuvred my erection out into the daylight, much to my horror. I mean, this just was not happening.

Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth and her head started slowly bobbing up and down. Okay, so it was happening. It didn’t mean that I believed it. My cock certainly believed it. It seemed to be swelling even more, feeling bigger than it had any right to grow. Her tongue and her teeth were playing havoc with my nerves, and we all know where a man’s nerves are concentrated.

I was yay close to blowing my load when she lifted her head away.

“Wow, tough audience,” she said.

Showing great presence of mind I said, “Waah?”

“You still haven’t made a grab for any of the goodies,” she pointed out.

I said, “Aah?” as quite frankly it just hadn’t occurred to me to grab the salient points.

“I mean these, Doofus,” she said, taking my hand and placing it on her breasts. “And here,” she added, taking my other hand and pressing it against her pussy.

Fair enough. I could take a hint. I started massaging, my hands wandering all over her, while wishing that she would go back to the blowjob. Instead of doing that she simply started stroking me lightly after letting me die down a little from the near explosive point I’d reached.

Now that I’d started I couldn’t touch that lovely body of hers enough, my hands freely wandering. For her part she put up no resistance, parting her legs to give me easy access. Her breathing deepening slightly was the only sign she gave when my fingers slipped inside her, rubbing and familiarising myself.

She suddenly shook off my hands, rising to her feet. I, breathing hard, was about to do the same but she grabbed my legs and pulled them to one side. I obligingly turned the way she indicated and found myself sitting on the end of the bench. She took hold of my trousers and yanked them down (admittedly with me lifting my behind so she could do so).

So there I was sitting on the end of the bench, my erection reaching for the sky, and she was standing naked in front of me. I’m sure you can guess what happened next. That puts you one up on me because I had no idea what was about to happen. Remember I was Escort Döşemealtı only eighteen. Being nearly nineteen just means that I was still eighteen. I was also a virgin, not having persuaded any young ladies out of her panties at that stage.

Mrs Minot calmly straddled me and settled down onto me, deftly steering my cock into position. My eyes were open wide and my entire concentration was on the feeling of my cock sliding up into her. (Okay, her lowering herself onto my cock. Same difference.) She just settled right down and my cock was all the way up, just as far as it could go.

She just sat there for a moment, her smirk back on her face.

“You look a little surprised,” she said with a giggle.

I again managed one of my more intellectual moments and said something like, “Gaah.”

“Quite true,” she said “I’ll start off. You just move with me.”

With that she started sliding slowly up and down my pole and I wanted to scream and go berserk. The sensations of her passage wrapped around me and rubbing against me were indescribable. I wanted more, and I wanted it right now. I started trying to push firmly up into her when she dropped down and she stopped me.

“Not like that. Take it nice and slow. Galloping off like a runaway horse will just waste the effort you’ve already put in. Just settle in to the pace I set. I’ll let you know when it’s time to move a little faster.”

So I took it nice and slow, letting her do all the running. I was sweating as she bounced on me, my hands running over her breasts, enjoying them. I wanted to go faster. I wanted to lay her flat on her back and just pound into her as hot and heavy as I could manage, but I didn’t do that. I moved with her, sweated, and moved with her some more.

After what seemed like a lifetime of exquisite torture she started bouncing faster.

“What are you waiting for?” she gasped. “A written invitation? Show me what you can do.”

Nothing loath my hand took hold of her hips and I started bucking under her, driving up into her with everything I had. She stood it for about a minute and then she climaxed, her clamping down on me assisting me to do the same. Assist hell. It forced me to do the same, not that I was complaining.

“You seem a little more relaxed now,” she told me as she stood up. “Off you go.”

I pulled up my trousers, watching her as I did so.

“Just so you know,” I said softly, “I intend to catch you alone again sometime and then I and going to be in control and I will fuck you ragged.”

She laughed and patted my cheek.

“It’s good for a growing lad to have ambitions,” she said. “They may not be achievable, but it’s good to have them.”

I left, and if my legs were a little wobbly as I walked it was because I was still shocked by being jumped by two pit-bulls. That’s all.

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Sorry, this chapter ran a bit longer then the previous two, but I think you will find it enjoyable reading.

Thanks to ZexWizzard for editing assistance.

Background: A few weeks ago Heather invited Calie to become a member of an off campus dating club. The girls fill out date cards where they select what nights they are available and what they would like to do (i.e. restaurant, dancing, party etc…). The boys select from the available date cards on the board and coordinate all the particulars of the date via email with the girl whose card they selected. With the completion of the first portion of the rendezvous they go back to his or her place to have some more intimate fun.

Heather saw her friend and fellow club member Calie in the cafeteria lunch line ahead of her. “Hey Calie, would you like to sit together?” Heather asked as she caught up to Calie.

“Yea, that’d be great,” Calie replied.

They went through the line together, and selected their food, Calie from the salad bar and Heather from the oriental food station. They sat down in a booth together so they could talk in private.

“So, did you have a date over the weekend,” Heather inquired?

“No,” answered Calie, “I had two papers I had to write and a couple books I needed to read as well. How about you, were you dating?”

“No, I didn’t either. Like you, I just had too much school work to catch up on. Are you going to the club meeting this weekend?”

“I suppose so.” replied Calie.

“Well, that doesn’t sound very enthusiastic. Is everything okay?”

“It’s just that I’ve had to step up my effort in a few classes, and so far that seems to be paying off. As far as the club goes,” Calie went on to explain, “the first couple of dates I had in the club were great, the second even more so, but my third date was just okay. My last one was kind of mediocre at best.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that. Why do you think the dates didn’t go so well?” Heather inquired.

“With one of the guys, John, I just didn’t seem to hit it off with him.” offered Calie, “The dinner conversation wasn’t that good. He really seemed more interested in himself than getting to know me better. I guess physically he was really not my type and nothing I did seemed to be pleasing to him.”

“Wow that date sounds like a bummer,” Heather replied.

“The other date I had was with Andrew.” said Calie, “We went to a dance together and we had a good time there, but afterwards when we went back to my room it was like I didn’t know what to do. We just finally fumbled with each others clothes, had sex and he left. Maybe on my first two dates the boys were more experienced, but I really felt inadequate as a lover and unfulfilled emotionally by either date.”

“Thanks for sharing that with me. I dated Andrew once too. He’s a nice guy but when it comes to loving he’s a lot more passive than most boys.”

“Well, how do you deal with that or the situation I had with John, where he didn’t seem to like anything I did for him?” Calie asked.

“Some of it just comes with experience.” Heather explained, “If you were regularly dating either one of these guys you would know whether or not they were just having a bad day. Both of you would be more comfortable communicating with each other what your likes and dislikes were. Communication really is the key on these dates. You have a very limited time to get to know each other and create some chemistry before you find yourself back at your room where both of you were expecting to have the best two hours of your week. When you don’t, it can really be aggravating.”

“Well, how do I get better at this?” Calie asked, “Do I just keep going on club dates hoping it will eventually get better? Is there something I can read or is there someone who can teach me?”

“It’s interesting you should mention teaching.” Heather replied with a grin, “You’re not the first club member to have some mediocre dating experiences. The personality conflicts that sometimes occur between members are probably inevitable and can occasionally happen to anyone on a date. The other issue of feeling inadequate as a lover or feeling that your date is not satisfying your needs is a problem that training can address.”

Heather continued, “Last semester Chris and I were approached by Virginia, the club’s sponsor. It seems that a number of club members had confided in her some of the same issues you’ve mentioned. Chris and I have both been in the club for a couple years. Virginia said that both of us had consistently won high marks from the other club members when they were asked to describe their best dating experiences in the club. Because of that, Virginia asked us if we could come up with a way to teach some of our ‘secrets of success’ to other club members who asked for help. Chris and I discussed it, and decided that the best way to teach someone how to be a better lover was to show them.”

Calie intrigued asked, “How did you go about ‘showing’ them?”

Heather explained, “To begin with, Virginia gave us the name of one guy and one gal that had come Demre Escort to her. Chris and I arranged a dinner date for the four of us, and then we all went over to Virginia’s house where the club holds its meetings and had a training session there. Chris and I shared and demonstrated some of our experiences and ideas and we worked with them as a couple, and did some, well, role playing.”

“Well, how did it go?” asked Calie, intrigued.

“In the beginning it felt a little strange being naked in front of three other people, while explaining at the same time how to be a better lover,” Heather answered, “But, after a little while, I really got into it. It was a good learning experience for me too and when Virginia talked to the two students a month later, they both said the training class had made a big difference in the quality of their dates. Chris and I have taught the class three times together and I’ve taught it one other time with a different guy.”

“Heather, that sounds interesting, and maybe what I need,” half agreed Calie, “But I think I would feel awkward being naked with three other people there.”

“I want to assure you that this is not intended to be a group sex session.” promised Heather, “First off, we don’t put on a lesbian make out show for the guys. In order to demonstrate or role play there will be times when the other boy will be asked to do something with you or me and visa versa. You may practice something with the male instructor or the other student. I think if you ask some of the other members that have gone through the class they will tell you that it was a lot of fun and that they quickly got over their anxiety of being naked in front of a small group of people.”

Calie asked, “If I did this, would you be one of the instructors?”

“That’s up to you,” answered Heather. Virginia has recruited one other girl from the club recently that she feels is almost as skilled as I to hold the class too. She believes this gives her a balance of body type and a wider range of instruction for students.”

“I guess it would be a little weird having you as one of the instructors, knowing you as well as I do,” Calie replied, “but I do value your advice and would want to learn as much as I could. Let me sleep on it and get back to you tomorrow.”

“That’s fine.” agreed Heather, “If you get back to me by tomorrow afternoon, I think we could arrange something for this Saturday.”

Calie gave everything Heather had informed her of some serious thought. It did sound like it might be a solution for some of the dating issues she had experienced in the club. Getting some practical advice from someone who knew what they were talking about seemed like a good idea. Being naked with three other people certainly would be a new experience as well, so after a night of careful deliberation, Calie called Heather up and said, “Sign me up!”

“That’s great,” replied Heather. “All four of us will meet for a bite to eat at the College Sub Shop on Saturday afternoon at 1:00. Then we can head over to Victoria’s house afterward for the training session.

*******

Saturday came and Calie slept in late. When she did get up she took a shower, got dressed and headed over to the College Sub Shop to meet Heather, the other instructor, and her ‘mock’ date and fellow student. It was only about a ten minute walk from the dorm, but it was cold and windy out so it was not such a pleasant outing. When Calie arrived, she saw that Heather and a guy she didn’t recognize was already occupying one of the booths.

As Calie approached to join them, the young man sitting with Heather stood up. With a warm smile he reached out to shake Calie’s hand, and said, “Hi, I’m Chris. It’s nice to meet you Calie.”

Chris was tall, maybe six feet, and had longish dirty blond hair. He was wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt with the college logo printed on it. He had an easy going laid back look about him.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you too Chris, thanks for taking the time to do this,” offered Calie.

“Well it looks like our other trainee has arrived,” said Heather.

Calie turned around and recognized Allen. He was the newest member of the club that they had voted into their society just a week after she had joined herself. Allen was a junior with dark straight hair and brown eyes. He was medium height, about five foot ten, wore glasses and had some Asian features. He had a “studious” look about him, like many of the guys in the club.

“Hi Guys,” Allen exclaimed.

They all made their introductions and Calie and Allen joined them at the table.

“Why don’t we all go up and order our subs and drinks and then we can sit back down and talk,” suggested Heather.

After everyone had their order and was seated back at the booth Chris started in, “Well we all know why we’re here and I just want to lay down some guidelines to make this session as productive for the two of you as possible. First I want you both to be comfortable, this is not a competition and there are no graded tests at the end of class. Demre Escort Bayan There are no dumb questions. If you are not sure about something Heather or I say or do, please ask. We’ve done a few of these classes together as we each have informed the both of you and I think you will learn a lot and have a fun time doing it.”

Chris paused for effect. “Any questions so far?”

With no reply from either pupil, he continued, “Okay then, the first thing to remember is that in order for these dates to be successful, the first phase of the date needs to go as smoothly as possible in order for the remainder of the night to follow suit. Your dinner, or whatever you decide to do together, is actually more important than what you do once you two get back to your dorm room.”

Chris turned to Allen and said, “Girls especially need to feel a level of trust before they are going to feel comfortable with your hands all over them. Ask them about their day, really listen to what they have to say and don’t interrupt every ten seconds with your ‘me too’ comments. Ask, and then talk about their hometown or their favorite books. You can talk about the club if both of you want but don’t start spouting graphic details of the guy or girl you slept with last Tuesday. You want your date to feel like it’s all about them. You are here to be with them, learn about them, laugh with them, and have a good time with them.”

As Calie listened, she thought a lot of what Chris was saying was just good common sense advice. She realized that on her last two dates, she really never made a connection with either boy during their time together. In fact, with John she couldn’t recall one time that she laughed at something he said.

To demonstrate his point, Chris started a conversation with Heather. They covered a number of topics, including dorm food, the bad weather, and a particularly difficult science class. It all seemed so natural of them both, and the conversation was punctuated numerous times by one or both of them laughing at something the other had commented on.

Heather then turned to her two pupils, “You can see that while we have only been talking a few minutes, there is already a more relaxed banter between Chris and I than when we first began. And, whereas I know the situation differs individually from person to person, this particular example is meant to illustrate that as I feel more comfortable with Chris my mind starts thinking about what we will be doing later. I am beginning to ‘like’ my date and the idea of leaning across the table and kissing him starts to become very appealing to me.”

“Oh really. So what’s stopping you?” Chris said as Heather grinned back at him.

Chris continued, “It’s only natural that you may be nervous about what your date might be thinking about you, or if your actions are those that are appealing to your date or ‘is their thing’. Just remember Calie, the guy probably had lots of date cards to pick from, but he picked yours. And Allen wasn’t Calie and all the girls you’ve dated at the club meeting where they unanimously voted to let you into the club?”

“Yea, all of them were.” Allen responded.

“That means there was already an interest in you from the start.” said Chris, “Don’t think little of it,”

Heather added, “I am always a bit nervous on these club dates anticipating how they will go. I think knowing that the person sitting across from you is going to see you completely naked later in the evening is probably enough to make all but the most ardent exhibitionist a little self conscious. Don’t rush through the dinner, give yourself and your date plenty of time to get to know each other. It also serves to build the anticipation level.”

“As the dinner progresses,” Chris sheepishly admitted. “I find myself wanting to be with the girl sitting across from me more and more. I guess I should be embarrassed to say it, but I am usually at least partially hard by the time we are half way through dinner.”

“Hey, when we dated I thought you told me you started getting hard from the time you sat down with me at the restaurant,” said Heather in mock protest.

“Actually, with you I got hard just picking your date card off the board.” retorted Chris.

Calie spoke up, “Well I really enjoy the dialogue you two create, I just don’t know if I can do the same with that type of interaction on a first date.”

Heather replied, “Well everyone you date will be different, and there will be some people that you just seem to click with right from the first moment you meet. But if you both work at it, by the time you are done with a leisurely dinner you will feel excited about moving on to the next phase of your evening together.”

Chris continued, “Of course, tonight’s a little different because neither of you knew who your study buddy for this class would be, but we are going to engage in a little role playing and pretend that you two just met for a date this evening. Allen, why don’t start this off.”

Allen turned to address his ‘date’, “Good evening Calie, I am really Escort Demre looking forward to our date this evening. I really like that dress you’re wearing.”

“Well that sounds a little bit contrived,” Heather commented, “but it’s got the right attitude, and pointed in the right direction.”

“Thanks Allen, I’ve been looking forward to our date too,” Calie replied, trying to play into the role.

Calie and Allen talked back and forth for almost a half an hour. They talked about classes, their home towns, and the college’s football game last week. Calie learned that Allen’s mother was part Japanese, which accounted for Allen’s Asian like features. Heather and Chris made the occasional comments and suggestions and by the time an hour had gone by they were laughing and thoroughly enjoying each others company.

Then Chris brought the role playing to a halt. “Okay, I think you would agree that you have a much stronger connection and greater level of comfort with each other than you did an hour ago, and I think you will find as the level of comfort grows you will start thinking about what’s going to come with growing anticipation and genuine excitement. Alright, enough of this, let’s get out of here and walk over to Victoria’s house. She’s probably wondering what’s taking us so long.”

As they got up and left the restaurant Chris made a request, “Allen, I want you to take Calie’s hand. Just something as simple as holding hands as you walk back to your dorm can allow you to build on the connection you made during the dinner portion of the date.”

Calie took Allen’s hand in hers and they walked the two blocks together to Victoria’s house. All four of them walked up to the front porch and Heather rang the door bell. A moment later, Victoria answered the door and ushered them inside. Allen gave Calie’s hand a little squeeze and released it. Calie looked at him and gave him a little smile.

“Well everything is ready for you upstairs, you know where everything is Heather,” said Virginia pointing towards the stairs.

All four of them went upstairs and Heather opened the first door to the left. As they entered the room Calie could smell mild incense. The overhead lights were off but there were two floor lamps and a candle burning at each of the two night stands. Between the night stands was a king size bed covered by a thick dark green bed spread. At the top of the bed the bedspread was pulled back and there was a collection of pillows of various shapes and fabrics. The whole room presented a very inviting picture.

Heather spoke first, “Don’t underestimate the impact that setting the ambiance for this part of your date can make. While none of us have dorm rooms or apartments that could match Victoria’s setup, just a few changes can make a big difference. I know if I go back to a guy’s place and he has taken the time to put on some soft music, has romantic lighting, and the room is clean, he has really thought about our date. On the other hand if we get back to his room and he has to clear his dirty laundry off the bed or something similar, that can be a real mood killer.”

Chris added, “I agree with Heather on this one, it really does matter. I can remember one date I had where the dinner conversation just didn’t seem to go that great and I really wasn’t sure how ‘into me’ my date really was. Then we got back to my room, and I had candles burning, soft jazz on the stereo, the room was neat as a pin, and I had placed two chocolate mints on what was to be her pillow. She turned to me and said ‘You did all this for me?’ and then she planted a big kiss on me and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“And here I thought all this time that I was the only one who you gave chocolate mints to.” Heather said sarcastically. “Another very important point is hygiene. I know you have heard it during the club meetings, but always shower and brush your teeth before you go out on a date. You don’t want to have them second guessing whether that finger you are about to put inside her is clean or not. Speaking of hygiene, have you all showered today?”

Everyone nodded yes.

With a smile, Chris continued, “Well, we’re going to get close for this part of the class so let’s all wash our hands and I just so happen to have chocolate breath mints for everybody.”

“Do you buy those things by the case?” Allen chided.

Chris laughed while adding, “At this point, because of the connection you achieved at dinner, the hand holding and the atmosphere you have hopefully created in your room, you should both anxiously be anticipating the next step. If your date took the time to prepare the room, compliment them on it to let them know you appreciate their efforts. This would then be the point where if you haven’t already done so, you lean in and kiss your date. Depending on your personality you might even ask permission.” Chris gazed at Heather, “May I kiss you?”

Heather responded by leaning towards Chris and their lips met. One thing Heather hadn’t told Calie is that Chris was the first boy she had dated in the club. It was a night she would never forget. The way Chris had made love to her was unlike anything she had experienced with her juvenile High School boy friends. He made her feel special at dinner and he was patient with her obvious inexperience afterwards as they explored each others bodies after reaching his room.

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But we didn’t.

Instead we slept.

Tangled together, belly to belly, warmed by each other’s breath, feeling together the luxuriant vulnerability of lying unconscious in each other’s arms.

Me and my student.

Around us the endless tapping of rain on windows.

Who hasn’t finished high school

Until the insistent squawking of my buzzer.

I wake, sex-and-sleep addled, unsure where I am and why.

“What?” I ask.

Lara, beside and half under me: “What time is it?”

I glance at the clock on my bedside table. “Ten,” I tell her. “Little after.”

“Shit,” Lara says. She pushes me off her and rolls out of bed. “It’s Sarah!”

“Huh?” I try to ask.

But she is already gone, running barefoot, bare-assed out of my bedroom toward the hallway.

I get up, try to find my underwear, which turn up eventually under my bed.

In the hallway, Lara: “Sarah, that you?”

” … First show got over at 9:30. Took a cab. Did you …”

” … Oh yeah, oh really yeah. He’s here, yeah. Come up, I’ll show you …”

I am hopping after her, one leg in my shorts.

While Lara buzzes and moments pass and she stands by our cracked open door; and then the door opens, closes and Sarah is here.

She is tall, pale, Germanic, Nordic something. Blonde hair darkened by rain. Soaking wet down jacket over a tiny black dress. Long legs rain-glistened.

Lara is naked.

I have my shorts half on, but hopelessly tangled. So I stand there, dick out, in front of another of my students.

“Well, hello, Will.” Sarah says innocently.

I give up, let go of my shorts. They fall and puddle at my feet.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sarah to Lara: “So, did you?”

“Yeah.”

“All the way?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Oh, Lara! Yay!” she squeals. And they are hugging, naked girl and dressed girl while I stand, undressed, watching from just outside my bedroom.

Lara leading Sarah to the living room by a hand.

“Come on, come on!”

Right up to where I’m standing.

Sarah: “Hey, Will, you look pretty good naked.”

Me thinking: You can’t be saying this to your teacher. Can you?

Saying: “Thanks, I think.”

Lara’s hand in mine, dragging me and Sarah to my couch.

“Come on, guys. Let’s tell Sarah everything.”

And then we are sitting, me, naked, between Lara, ,naked and Sarah, who has somehow lost her coat. Lara’s bare legs hooking over my left leg. And, surprisingly, or not surprisingly at all, Sarah’s rain damp bare legs drape suddenly over my right.

Feel of their thighs on my thighs. The sight of their shins moving slightly in close proximity to my dick. Tentative beginning of a reaction.

Sarah: “Look, how cute! Will’s getting a hard-on!”

Lara moving a leg to rub lightly against my balls and the tip of my rising cock.

She holds a hand up and waggles three fingers at Sarah.

“Three?” Sarah asks, half to Lara, half to me. “Already?”

Lara shakes her head, pantomimes first two fingers and points toward herself, then one finger that encompasses the room.

Sarah looking at me, mock wide-eyed.

“Will, I never thought someone who taught poetry could ever be such a stud!”

Laughter. Her leg, like Lara’s, has found my balls.

I’m gone.

I’m nobody’s teacher anymore.

I relax and let my dick get hard.

*

Sarah: a Alanya Escort flirtation.

Catching up to me as I walk toward the subway on 94th Street, heading home at the end of a school day.

A month or two ago.

Sarah, who has been best friends with Lara since, I guess (they tell me), ninth grade.

“Hey, Will, wait up.”

Comes even with me, skipping beside me. For a girl who just turned eighteen and had been accepted at Vassar early admittance since the fall, she was being remarkably coltish. Today’s uniform: the plaid wrap-around skirt that is the only alternative at St. Kate’s to a narrow grey; white blouse, blue blazer. Practically fetishistic for a Catholic schoolgirl. Her long blonde hair glistens in the thin late winter sunlight.

“So dontcha wanna know?”

“Know what, Sarah?”

“Our blind date. Me and Lara. She told you, didn’t she? Two college guys? Fordham?”

“She may have mentioned it.”

“I know she did. She told me.”

“So how’d it go?”

“Excellent!”

“Good to know.”

“We went to this bar downtown and they took our id’s and everything.”

Amused. Vaguely titillated.

“Excellent!”

“My date was this guy named Todd, Will. He was a god. Todd the god!”

“Do tell.”

“Oh, I will, Will. So afterwards … we drank Margaritas by the way. You ever do Margarita’s?”

“Once or twice.”

We cross Lexington Avenue, heading east. Her hair whitened by sunlight from the west.

“With the salt?”

“Yeah with the salt.”

“Yeah, we got kinda shitfaced, y’know? Not totally blotto. I mean, I knew what I was doing the whole time. But still. They convinced us to come up to their room. They were roommates. Did I tell you that?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, they were. Which was convenient. ‘Coz we could keep an eye on each other. Make sure we were both didn’t do anything we didn’t want to.”

“That,” I said, “seems wise.”

“Oh, yeah. I mean, Lara and me, we’ve got rules. You wanna know what our guy-criteria rules are?”

“Not necessarily.”

“Sure you do.” Skipping. “How could you not? So, here it goes: Above the waist if I like you. Below the waist if I like you and you’re a god. I mean, just start kissing me and my shirt comes off. But you gotta earn the rest.”

“Okay, Sarah, that’s probably more than enough.”

“Oh you love it, Will.”

We’re mercifully at the subway entrance at Third.

“Enough,” I tell her with tattered authority.

“But don’t you wanna know the rules about what we’ll do for them?”

“No,” I tell her. “Unbelievably not.” And escape down the stairs to the squealing chaos of the station under the street.

“Okay,” Sarah calling to me as I disappear, or flee, or something. “I’ll tell you tomorrow…”

*

“It’s okay, old man,” Sarah tells me. “You don’t have to do much. Just lay there and let us girls talk.”

I am lying on my back in my bed. Lara, beside me, one hand moving across my chest, the other tangled in my hair.

Sarah, holding, stroking, releasing my third serious erection of the night.

She reaches behind her back, unzips the tiny dress, shrugs out of it. She has small breasts, held by white fabric. Lifts and twists herself, pulling the dress down her legs. Her panties plain and pink, not as elaborately sexy as Lara’s, but equally lovely against her pale skin.

She Alanya Escort Bayan reaches down, ministers to me again, then reaches back to unhook her bra and down to slip her pink panties away. Her breasts are nubbins, but with long nipples. Her hair below is coarse blonde: luxuriant, but like the long strands that fall to her shoulders, determinedly not curly.

“Above and below,” I observe. “Does this mean I’m a god?”

Sarah laughs, remembering.

“I dunno.” She tells me. “Is he a god, Lara?”

Lara shrugs.

Sarah: “Well, we don’t know yet. But what we do now is you’re gonna be one very, very lucky English teacher tonight.”

Her hand back on me. She leans down, dangles one small breast above my mouth.

I lift my head, and, for the second time tonight, put one of my student’s nipples between my teeth.

“Oooh,” Sarah says contentedly. “Good boy, Will.” Cocks her head toward Lara.

“So tell me everything, you two.”

And Lara does.

As she talks, I find her and rub the inside of her thigh with my thumb. Let my hand drift deeper until my moving thumb moves against her still-swollen lips.

Close my eyes.

Listen.

That it did not hurt … much (Sarah’s hand moving languorously at the base of my penis, where the shaft of me meets my balls.)

That I was gentle (my thumb on Lara’s lips, inside, where she is damp again. Already.)

And came outside her, puddling on her belly (My other hand finding Sarah’s belly, softer, looser than Lara’s, drifting down over her hair…)

Everything she imagined, she was glad that it was me… (finding with two fingers her interior dampness)

Sarah’s hand covering mine, directing it toward the small hard thing at the top of her cleft. Squirming, pulling her vastly distended nipple from my lips, and making a contended, breathy, vocalization as my fingers find and drift across her clitoris.

I am naked. These are my students. I am naked with my students. My hands are stroking the cunts of two of my students. Sarah holds my penis in her hands.

And moves her fingers around and up and down me. Rubbing the nerve-raw end of me until I think simultaneously that I can’t possibly come again and that I am inevitably going to come again under the knowing movement of this pale girl’s hand.

Her hand on mine, moving more insistently. I flow with her, guided, now using two fingers to bracket her clit, to slide with her along the slick wet corridor between her labia.

Beside me, Lara getting up to kneel on fours above me, straddling me to find Sarah’s mouth and kiss her. From below, I watch their tongues entwine, the glisten of saliva on each girl’s lips. Sarah’s hand still moving along the underside of my penis, which, spent as it is, still quivers and extends into her touch.

Lara’s breasts hanging, just beyond reach, above my face.

I am in the most luxurious moment of my life.

Lara, to me, as she and Sarah break apart to breathe: “Will, what’d’you think Sr. Phoebe would say if she saw us now?”

“She’d kill me. With her bare hands.”

“She’d probably strangle you. You know some people do that for sex? It’s supposed to enhance your, you know, orgasm.”

“Where in the hell did you learn that?”

“The Joy of Sex. That book has all kinds of stuff in it. But they say don’t do that one. It’s too dangerous. You could die.”

Sarah: Escort Alanya “Yeah, you could like come and go at the same time.”

The girls breaking into schoolgirl laughter.

Me, below: “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Thinking: Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher.

Lara asking, “How lucky is he gonna be?”

“Oh, really, lucky.”

And now Lara curls down beside me. Her face next to mine. Hand to my cheek, soft, mothering. Her warm breath moving over me as she breathes, talks:

“Don’t worry, Will. We won’t tell anyone. Ever.”

Sarah letting go of me and shifting so she straddles my legs. She is sitting on the jointure of my dick and balls. Moves slowly, the wet inside of her lips sliding along me. Up. Down. Fucking ecstasy.

“Yeah, our parents would kill us. And then the nuns would burn our bodies or something. Besides, we wanna do this again, don’t we. little sister?’

Lara: “Oh, we do.”

And to me: “You know we made up our minds to do this last year.”

“You did?” I ask, through teeth clenched from sensation.

“Yeah, we talked about it, said, as soon as we were both eighteen.”

Sarah, leaning downward, her long hear brushing against my chest as she moves harder, grinding herself along me, saying, “Yeah, we didn’t want you to go to jail, Will. Oh fuck, this feels great!”

Lara planting a gentle, almost sisterly kiss on my cheek. One of her hands is moving, palm out, along Sarah’s leg and hip, caressing her as her movements grow harsher and intentional.

“Oh, baby.” Sarah says, grimacing with pleasure. “Like, you know that double date I told you about?”

I nod, not wanting to talk. My world is narrowing down to the nerves between my legs.

“Well those guys totally wanted to fuck us. But Lara was, like, no. I want it to be Will.”

“And it was,” Lara whispers at me.

Sarah now folds over and down and falls on me, her sharp, almost breastless nipples squashing into my chest. The bottom of her pressuring with fierce intensity against me. Moving, moving, and with each push, grunting. Looks down at me. “Sorry, Will, I couldn’t wait. I gave it up to Fordham.”

“Not a problem,” I tell her, half laughing through the mental fog of almost coming. I want to move my hips with hers, but she is pushing down on me too hard.

And now, Lara’s mouth is on mine, and again our tongues, wet, warm, entwine.

And Sarah, lifting, has me in her hand.

Says: “Come on in, Will.”

And squats, and I am enveloped in her. Her cunt, relaxed, as Lara’s hadn’t been, embraces me and she pushes down and forward on my shaft. And just like that her inside self contracts around me, squeezes me over and over as she pitches against me, those long, long nipples of hers bending like hard erasers against my chest. She has one hand in Lara’s, and she is half weeping, half yelling, “Oh!” again and again and I am building, my body is pushing up into hers, it is my third time in hours, it seems impossible, it almost hurts, and Sarah, braced now on one arm above me, whispers down at me. “It’s okay, come in me, Will. It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Go ‘head and come.”

And I burst and do.

I am so spent, it is less intense than it had been with Lara.

I come almost quietly, subsiding upward into Sarah’s body, as the urgency flows out of me with whatever amount of ejaculate I’m producing in there. And, done, we lay together, Sarah and I, our lower halves quivering against each other. While Lara, who, I had not noticed, had been fingering herself beside us as we fucked, now finishes, also quietly, her body, like mine, tired of coming, and rolls against and into us, sweat-slicked, sighing:

“Ohmigod, Will. Best. Birthday. Ever.”

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Authour’s Note:

This is finale of Runaway, a story for the Highway Song event arranged by blackrandl1958. After a romantic evening in Toronto, Lacey and Noah reach Montreal to discover her family has fallen apart while she’s been gone.

Chapters have been marked throughout the story and it will be posted in four parts.

Special thanks to the team of people who beta-read and edited this story: BarryJames1952, Bebop3, blackrandl1958, norafares, OneAuthor, and Steve M. This story would not be possible without them. Any remaining errors—factual, grammatical, or otherwise—are my own.

**

Chapter Ten

“So, Noah. Where are you from, exactly?”

I looked up from cutting my steak at Sean. Noah swallowed the bite of food he’d taken.

“I grew up in the Kootenays. Cranbrook, BC, mostly.”

“And now?”

I tried not to glare at Sean.

“A little bit of everywhere. Going back to Toronto in the fall for work.”

“Oh, what do you do?”

“Got a carpentry background. Gonna be working on a construction site downtown, I think.”

It probably shouldn’t have surprised me how easily Noah could talk around those questions without specifically lying. I knew he didn’t like talking about his past, so answering the way he had still afforded him some privacy while satisfying Sean’s curiosity. My mom, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily pleased.

“Do you still have family in Cranbrook?” she asked.

“A few aunts and uncles, I think.”

“What about your parents?”

“My dad died when I was a kid. My mom and I aren’t close.”

Mom had the decency to look slightly ashamed. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you.”

I thought that was it for the conversation and took another bite. As usual, I was wrong.

“So what were you doing on the train when you met my daughter?”

“Heading up north. Figured I’d work on the patch or something for a few months.”

“Do you switch jobs often?”

Noah smiled politely. “I’ve been trying a few different things out.”

“You must have been doing well to be able to drop everything and help Lacey. What did you do before?”

I swallowed my bite of steak barely chewed, almost choking on it. “Mom, come on.”

“I’m just trying to get to know Noah,” she said smoothly.

“Was out east working on a boat. Figured I’d try fishing.” Noah smiled tightly. “Wasn’t for me.”

“So you just up and left without something else lined up? Or did they let you go?”

“Mom!”

“What, Lacey? It’s a fair question!”

“You’re interrogating him.”

“Noah doesn’t mind, does he?” She raised her eyebrows at him.

“No, ma’am.” He clearly didn’t mean it, given that his tight smile grew even more tense as he clenched his jaw.

“Well, I personally would hate working on a fishing boat,” Rick cut in. “I mean, I’m sure being surrounded by hunky fishermen all day would be just dreamy, but I can’t imagine the smell.”

“That’s where your mind goes?” Sean laughed. “Being surrounded by a bunch of seamen?”

I nearly choked on my wine as everyone burst out laughing.

“How did you two meet?” I asked Sean when I managed to stop coughing.

“My boss was designing a house with Sean’s firm,” said Rick. “Damn guy has more money than he knows what to do with but couldn’t care less what his house looks like. All, ‘whatever, Rick, ask Aspen what she wants in the house.’ And she’s all, ‘I don’t care, Rick, I’m barely home. Make sure the bedroom has a bed in it.’ So of course, I had to step in and decide how to spend their money.”

“He was a nightmare to work with,” said Sean. “Doesn’t know a thing about architecture but wanted everything laid out just so. I think he was secretly doing it so he had an excuse to spend more time with me.”

“Oh, it wasn’t a secret, everyone fucking knew that except you,” Rick said to another round of laughter. “Theo was so pissed when he found out I’d added two extra rooms and a pool just so I had more excuses to talk to you.”

“We finally finish the project and Rick goes, ‘Hmm. Maybe you could design a house for me now.'” Sean rolled his eyes. “A year later, we moved into it together.”

I was itching to ask how Sean had managed to get a degree in architecture and pay for it after being kicked out at 17, but didn’t want to risk the light-heartedness that Rick had so thankfully provided. Instead, I smiled at Sean.

“You guys are so great together. I’m so happy for you.”

He blushed, beaming proudly as he patted Rick’s hand. “Thanks, sis.”

“So, sorry Rick, you mentioned something about being a glorified servant. What is it that you do?” I asked.

“His best friend’s famous and Rick’s his assistant,” Sean answered for him. “He’s a professional best friend.”

Rick rolled his eyes but took the comment in stride. “He didn’t hire me to be his best friend, he’s just paying me for all the years I was his best friend for free.”

“I swear, I’m going to get you business cards with ‘Professional Best Friend’ on them.”

“Don’t seem to mind so Aksu Escort much when it keeps you rolling in steaks and bottles of wine.”

“You said those were gifts!”

I couldn’t stop laughing as they teased each other, sharing a quick kiss before going back to their plates. Noah listened quietly, and I realized the conversation was making him uncomfortable. There didn’t seem to be anything we could talk about that everyone was all right with.

I apologized to him after dinner, going to his room under the guise of looking through the rest of the boxes.

“It’s fine,” he said.

“You were uncomfortable.”

“Lacey.” He stopped what he was doing, looking at me intently. “I’m not gonna pretend like this is what I’m used to, but it’s fine. I just don’t know what to say to them that won’t cause issues for you.”

“I don’t want you to think you have to hide who you are.”

“We come from different places.” He returned to his backpack, digging for his soap and toothbrush. “Never stayed in a house like this before. Dunno what to do or what to say. Your family wants to judge me for my background, that wouldn’t bother me. I’m used to it.” He looked up again. “You’re not. You’ve gone through enough this week, you don’t need more drama because of me.”

“Don’t leave.”

“Promised you I wouldn’t.”

I bit my lip. “They just… we all just need time, I think.”

“You don’t trust me? I promised I wouldn’t go, I won’t go.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I glared at him. “And you know damn well that I trust you.”

He shook his head and laughed.

“Careful, Lacey. That’s the third or fourth time you’ve sworn today. Gonna have a mouth like a trucker soon.” He crossed the room and kissed me. “Gonna take a shower, clean up a little. Rick said I could use their washing machine so I’m taking him up on it. Can’t leave without my clothes, you know.”

**

Everyone turned in relatively early that night.

Between the travelling, emotional breakdowns, and startling revelations, all of us were fairly tired.

I put on fresh pyjamas after showering, grateful for the feel of clean, fresh clothing against my skin. When I finished, the upstairs was quiet and the rest of the house was dark, so I went into Sean’s office, said my nightly prayers, and laid on the futon. It was extremely uncomfortable, hard metal bars jutting through the thin cushion, and I made a mental note to tell Sean his futon sucked.

I tried for a long time to get comfortable. My body was tired, my mind numbly exhausted. If it weren’t for the discomfort of the futon, I might have fallen asleep before the thoughts of worry and frustration invaded my mind, but that wasn’t the case. Soon, not only was there a metal bar running across my kidneys, but I was staring at the dark ceiling with annoyance as the day’s events played over and over in my head.

When I finally had enough, I told myself to go try sleeping on the sofa. Honestly, I did. I rolled off the futon, my body aching like I was in The Princess and the Pea, and went to the door. Cracking it open, I checked the hallway. There were no lights on, and no cracks of light under any of the door frames. Silently, I crept from Sean’s office and down the stairs, thankful the house was new enough that nothing seemed to creak yet.

And then I walked by the sofa and continued towards the basement.

A golden line of light glowed under the door frame to Noah’s room. Quietly, I tapped on the door, then turned the knob and let myself in.

“Was wondering if you’d do that,” Noah said quietly.

“I couldn’t sleep. That futon is terrible.”

He was lying in bed shirtless, a few pages away from finishing the tattered novel. Putting it on the table next to the bed, he reached towards me as I scurried across the room.

“I’m glad you’re still up.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Got used to having you close by. It felt weird.”

I crawled in next to him as he turned out the light. Moments later, he was hugging me close to him, powerful arms that made me feel so small, so infinite, and so safe all at once.

“Should we talk about this now?” he asked softly.

“Probably.”

Quiet moments passed as neither of us were willing to actually talk about it.

“I don’t want to lose you,” I finally whispered.

His lips found my forehead. “Me either.”

A long time passed without either of us speaking. Whether intentional or not, we both fell asleep.

**

“I figured you’d end up hating the futon.”

I froze in the doorway to the kitchen. Sean was sitting at the table, a steaming coffee in front of him as he grinned at me.

“Um… don’t tell Mom?”

He chuckled quietly. “I won’t.”

“I didn’t think anyone would be up yet.”

“Rick’s a late sleeper. Habit from working with an entertainer. Mom was probably up late crying again. And Noah…”

“We didn’t do anything.” I walked into the kitchen and sat across from him, helping myself to the coffee in the French press on the table. “That futon just really sucks.” Aksu Escort Bayan

“I know. Rick hates it, too.”

I poured enough sugar in the coffee to make Sean wince. “Why don’t you get rid of it?”

“Jesus, does it even taste like coffee once you’re done with it?” he asked, watching as I added a healthy amount of cream.

“I don’t know. I don’t really drink coffee on its own.”

He rolled his eyes. “Rick tries to throw it out, I bring it back inside. It was the first piece of furniture I ever bought. Can’t bring myself to get rid of it.”

“Oh.”

Sean smiled. “It’s weird to hold onto it, I know. But it reminds me how far I’ve come.”

“You’ve done incredibly well. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you, too. You’ve grown up a hell of a lot since I left. I missed so much.”

“If it makes you feel better, most of that has been in the past week.”

We sat quietly, sipping our coffee.

“Why don’t you like Noah?” I asked suddenly.

Sean sighed. “I do like him. It’s just overprotective big-brother mode turning on.”

“Why?”

“He didn’t seem like… he seemed kind of rough, you know?” Sean stared down at his hands. “I shouldn’t judge, especially not just by sight. I know that. Rick and I talked about it last night after we went to bed. He said Noah’s a smart guy, really down to earth. And he clearly cares a lot about you. How something like that happens in a week, well… I guess weirder shit has happened. I prayed about it last night.”

“You still pray?”

Sean laughed. “Yeah. And go to church every Sunday. Rick’s even coming with me these days.”

“Even after…”

“Yes, even after Dad.” Sean took another sip of coffee before proceeding. “I can’t believe in a God that would send me to Hell for being gay. He created me that way, you know? How could He punish me for it? But it’s not His fault that Dad was the way he was.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Dad took something beautiful and made it into something terrifying. What Dad does isn’t religion. It’s to control people through fear.” He looked at me steadily, eyes earnest and searching. “I’m not going to push you to accept my faith or anything. I’m not Dad. But if you feel like you’re a little lost, I understand. I went through it, too.”

“It’s very confusing,” I whispered. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

“Come to church with me on Sunday,” he invited. “It’s pretty different when you go to a church that actually cares and doesn’t just condemn people who are different.”

“I still believe in God,” I clarified. “I just don’t know how… how to follow the rules anymore.”

“You know the important rules. The rest is just humans thinking they understand God’s plan.” Sean smiled encouragingly. “Come to church with me and Rick on Sunday. Noah, too, if he wants.”

“I don’t know if Noah would.”

“That’s okay. Church-goer or not, he’s still a good person.”

I bit my lip. Sean’s words should have made me feel better, but he didn’t know about Noah’s past.

“Can I tell you how we really met?” I asked softly.

“Please.”

“And you won’t judge?”

“Of course not.”

Drawing a breath for strength, I told him about the drugged drink on the train and how Noah had stepped in. Then I told him about how Noah had refused to leave me on my own because he was certain I’d end up dead in a ditch if he did, about him being there after my father’s first phone call, and how he talked me through the panic attack in BC when we realized we were going the wrong way.

“And there’s more, but…” I stopped, staring at my coffee cup.

“But you’re about to tell me he’s a convicted criminal.”

My eyes shot up. “How did you know?”

Sean’s face faltered and his eyes went wide. “Shit, Lacey, I was joking! Are you fucking serious?”

I felt my face going red as my mouth dropped open.

“You’re not joking. Holy shit, you’re not… what… please tell me he’s not a murderer.”

“He’s not!” I hissed. “He… he used to…”

“Assault? Rape? I’ll kick his fucking ass if he hurt you.”

“Sean! I just told you about all the selfless things he did for me and that’s where your mind goes?”

Sean stopped, his face red, breathing unsteadily. “You’re right. You… this is why you didn’t want to tell me.” He took a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m sorry, Lace. Really.”

I took another sip of coffee, trying to calm myself down.

“He used to be into drugs,” I said softly. “A long time ago. Six years, I think he said. He got in with a bad crowd of people, got caught stealing someone’s truck, and hasn’t stopped paying for it since.”

“And then he stole a car last week.”

“Sean—”

“I know. Fuck.” He shook his head.

“He knew the guy he took the car from. He did ask to borrow it… just not for how long he ended up having it.”

“And you were okay with that?”

“No. After they confronted us, I gave them my necklace to make them go away. The girl, she… she just wanted to do something Escort Aksu to hurt Noah. So that was good enough for her.”

My coffee was almost gone. Sean poured more while I continued talking, adding cream and sugar without needing to ask.

“I left him in Hinton. Took the bus to Edmonton by myself to catch the train there. And you want to know what happened?”

“What?”

“My backpack got stolen.”

“What?!”

“Between the bus and the train station. I left it with the shuttle driver and someone stole it. I didn’t even know until we were at the train station and it wasn’t there.”

“Shit, Lacey. What did you do?”

“Sat on a bench and cried.”

He snorted. “Really?”

“Yeah. My phone, my wallet, everything was in there. I couldn’t even call you. I would have had to call home for help.”

“Oh.”

“Noah found it.”

“I thought you left Noah in Hinton.”

“He was on the bus. He saw me, I didn’t see him. He left me alone and would have respected me not wanting to see him, except he saw the kids who stole my backpack and got it back from them. Then he got over to the train station, gave it back, and went to leave again.”

Sean’s face was stoic, watching me carefully.

“I asked him to stay. I asked him to promise he wouldn’t keep any more secrets or do anything like that again. He promised.”

“And you trust that?”

“Completely.”

He considered me for a long moment.

“Okay. If you trust him, I trust him.”

“Thank—”

“Just answer one thing.”

I stopped, looking nervously at him. Sean leaned forward, lowering his voice so much I had to lean forward to hear him.

“Are you two fucking?”

“Sean!”

He laughed. “You are?”

My face was burning as I sipped my coffee. Sean continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” I growled miserably. “But that was my choice.”

“Was he… you know, your first?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me this.”

“I know for a fact there was no way you got a sex talk from Mom and Dad. So yeah, I’m asking you this.”

I stared at the wall behind him, willing the floor to open up, a meteor to hit, anything to get me out of that conversation.

“Yes.”

“You were safe?”

“Yes.”

“Was he good?”

“Sean!”

He nearly fell out of the chair laughing. “What? It’s not my fault your boyfriend is hot. All dark and mysterious with that killer jean jacket.”

“He’s not… I don’t know if he’s my boyfriend.”

Sean raised an eyebrow at me.

“I don’t know,” I repeated. “I… I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I understand.”

“He was really sweet, Sean.” I couldn’t look at him as I spoke. “We got… well, things kind of happened, but not like, totally happened when we were on the train. When he found out I hadn’t… he was so concerned. And in Toronto, he… the night I called Daddy, I wasn’t… I embarrassed myself. I left in the morning without saying anything. He committed to going back to Toronto to work that job like he said, even though he hates Toronto, and came to find me. He took me on a real, actual date, and to dinner and a hotel and… He got me a new necklace because I gave mine up in Hinton.”

I finally looked up at Sean. “I can’t even tell you how much his past doesn’t matter. That’s not who he is.”

There was a mix of emotions on Sean’s face. Worry was certainly there. But so was something else, something warmer.

“You really like him, huh?”

I nodded.

“You’re pretty special, Lacey.” He smiled and got up to make more coffee. “Noah’s lucky to have you. And you’re lucky to have him.”

“So you approve?”

“I can think of a million reasons not to.” Once he had refilled the French press, he came over to set it on the table while it was brewing. “Most of them revolve around you being my baby sister and me not wanting to accept that you aren’t the kid I left behind at home. Some of them are because you’ve known him for a week and he’s your first… whatever you want to qualify him as. But that would make me a huge hypocrite. Rick was my first boyfriend.”

“Really?”

Sean nodded. “I did nothing but focus on school for four years after I left home. Didn’t have time for guys. Then once I was done, I moved here. Didn’t know anyone, really. Then Rick waltzed into the firm one day. I knew he was the one the day I met him. I just missed all the signs he was throwing at me saying he thought I was the one, too.”

“Did he really add two rooms and a pool just to keep talking to you?”

“No. It was three rooms and he made me redesign the entire second floor.”

We laughed quietly.

“How did you afford to go to school on your own?”

“I had some help from Mom,” Sean admitted. “She sent some money. The rest was loans.”

The little flare of anger I’d felt the previous day when Mom had talked about seeing her children pushed away returned. I realized very suddenly that it was because it shouldn’t have taken both of us being disowned for her to leave. Seeing Sean kicked out should have been enough.

I didn’t say anything about it, just nodded.

“Now, what are you going to do?” Sean asked.

“I still don’t know.”

“You know you can stay as long as you like.”

“I feel like you’ll have your hands full with Mom.”

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On a warm, humid, Midwest, summer night a little breeze stirred just enough air to allow the elderly couple to spend the final hours of the day on the veranda. They shuffled out, sinking into opposite ends of the chaise. It was so hot this summer. The heat slowed them, melted their rations of energy. No words passed between them; none were needed. The woman surveyed the sunset, marking day’s end. Alone in her thoughts, she thought to herself, “The sun is setting on our days, too.” She accepted it; their life had been a full one. Sixty years together, children, grandchildren, a successful business passed on to their sons.

“Life is so short,” she mused, “but we made the most of it.”

Her introspection was broken by a low rhythmic sound contrasting with the crickets’ chirping a few yards away in the grass. She knew, without looking, that it was George sleeping. She looked anyway and gazed upon him.

“Poor George,” she sighed, “he was always so fit and strong. Look at him now.”

Recent years had taken their toll on him. The prostate cancer had been the worst of it. She couldn’t know, but sensed, that his days were numbered in the scores, not hundreds. Then, her turn couldn’t be far off.

“Oh, stop!” She chided herself. Self-pity had never been their refuge. “When one takes a partner for life, there is a beginning, middle, and an end.”

She wiped a trickle of perspiration from her brow, reminded of the warmth of the season. She resumed her thoughts, traveling back in time to another hot summer night. A calendar would mark it a past tense memory of long ago. In her mind’s eye, she was in the present. It was a story that she pulled often from the secret shelves of her memory. It always stirred her.

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

It was 1946 in a small city in Iowa. Helen and George had just been married that afternoon. The wedding had been long-postponed. They planned to wed in June 1942 after their graduation. A romance had blossomed in their senior year at the University. He would graduate in Civil Engineering; she in Library Science. He would probably work for the State Highway Department, she in the local schools. They would have a family and be happy.

Everyone who knew them considered Helen and George a good match. Both were children of farmers, used to hard work and hard times. They had been teenagers in the dustbowl—not much chance for fun. Their parents saw to it that their hard life did not embitter them. They looked forward to better times, with their training at the University punching their tickets.

George was a lanky young man, reserved and steady. His math skills and hard work made him excel in his courses. He might have appeared bookish, but his lean frame betrayed a wiry musculature that surprised many. He never smoked, only took an occasional drink with friends. In every way, he was a straight arrow. George was a quiet young man but whenever he did speak, he meant each well considered word. Those who didn’t know him thought he was gruff. His close circle knew better.

Helen grew up on a farm in the same county as the one that George’s family owned. Even as a girl, she pitched in with the farm chores. She developed a strong frame in her growing years, but one would never know it. It lay beneath a trim figure and a feminine smoothness. She stood about five-six; topped by wavy honey blonde hair she kept shoulder-length. Many college boys’ neck craned to ogle her cute behind as she passed by them, but whatever they might have seen was created in their imaginations.

Helen did not tease, nor flaunt. Her femininity needed none of the weak reinforcement that flirting could bring her. Teasing was good only good for prompting action, and she desired none from those that ogled her. If ever a time came when provocation was in order, she would tease well-enough at her choosing. She kept her figure neatly covered in the practical a-line skirts that she usually wore that were popular in that day. Helen’s chosen field of Library Science belied her personality. She was precocious and friendly, filled with energy. But, she did not suffer fools easily. She had a pretty face. Her smile was infectious; everyone liked her. She was like George in one respect; she was the female equivalent of the straight arrow. That was the norm in the days before the war.

When Helen and George met, they soon knew they had found their future mate. Her vivaciousness balanced his quiet demeanor. She helped him to put aside his shyness. Helen craved George’s steadiness, reliability and the respect and trust that he earned from others. She was always proud to be with him. She found that he was kind and gentle. It was easy for George to be kind to Helen, he loved her.

A phone call on December 8 thrust a new, unwelcome chapter into their storybook. His Navy ROTC unit was to report in a week’s time for duty in San Diego. He would complete his engineering degree there, then duty in the Pacific in the Seabees.

“Let’s just elope now, while we Akseki Escort have the chance,” Helen pleaded. She loved him, and her body ached for him. They had delayed the act of consummation until after the wedding. They had not actually gone much further than passion-filled kissing. In the 1940’s the shame of unmarried pregnancy, single-sex dorms with vigilant house mothers, the difficulty of finding a private place—sex before marriage was just not common in Midwest America in 1941. On December 6, they contemplated only six short months to wait to hold one another. They were a conventional couple and waiting the right thing to do. The following day, their expectations turned upside-down.

“You know that I love you, but it wouldn’t be right,” he replied. “Who knows what will happen to me? A widow with a baby would have a tough life”.

George was always the wise one, the planner. Helen sadly agreed. George had steadied them, but he took comfort in her impulsive suggestion because it reassured him that she would wait for his return. He went to San Diego with his unit. Helen finished her degree and returned home. She got a job at the Public Library; she waited.

Through those long war years Helen longed for George. She waited for his letters, faded and out of date, little holes carved into them by military censors. Each day that the Western Union man did not deliver that dreaded telegram brought her a sigh of relief. She knew that they were right to wait, but the aching in her heart and body wouldn’t fade. She never doubted that George would be as faithful as she, and so he was. The end of the war did not bring the end to George’s military service. Finally, he was mustered out in June 1946.

For Helen, those final months of waiting were some of the loneliest. Other soldiers and sailors were returning home. It added a nasty sting to their separation. It was unfair. George had been one of the first to go off to war, but his skills were needed in reconstruction. She was grateful that he was out of danger. Her woman’s body kept reminding her that she was now twenty-six years old and longed for that ultimate physical connection.

She dreamt of him holding her, shameless and naked. He would enter her, taking his pleasure inside her, emptying his essence deep within. At first, her sexual thoughts shamed her, but she came to revel in them, taking solace in her imagined satiation. Her mind’s eye pictured his lean body, his square and resolute jaw line set on wide shoulders. She hoped that she would find the desire in him that she felt throbbing deep within herself.

As Helen’s friends married, they whispered their sexual secrets in their coffee groups. They spoke of passion and pain. They recounted the breaking of their inner bodies to please their men, the later pleasures. All this inflamed Helen. She struggled to stop listening to them, but she could not. She didn’t know how much of the stories were factual, or embellishments. She kept her silence. She only determined to experience it for herself when George returned.

Despite the carnage George witnessed, he remained kind, decent, and a little self-conscious. He earned two purple hearts. He never told Helen; he didn’t want to worry her. His experiences had changed him. Still tall and lean, he added muscle to his frame. Any softness that he might have taken with him to the Pacific had long been worn away by jungle deprivations. Command experience added maturity beyond his years. He started the war as an Ensign, finished as Lt. Commander. His years of building landing strips on Pacific Islands had endowed him with confidence and abilities that a classroom could never teach.

Again a civilian, he craved a relaxation of the hardness and discipline that were necessary in his wartime service, but the ability to fully release would never quite come to him. Still, when he thought of his beloved Helen, he melted like butter in a skillet. She was so good; she had been so patient, so pure. He molded his image of her to a model of perfection, and it buoyed him through his years at war. True, he had placed her on a pedestal. It was a vision that suited him.

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

So, on a hot June night in 1946, two young people trod the stairs at the Downtown Hotel in a small Iowa city, to the Honeymoon Suite. He could afford it with his mustering-out pay. The wedding had been hastily arranged—a big affair seemed so anticlimactic after the long war separation and the endless stream of returnees who had preceded George. Helen wore a simple mid-calf white dress with a veil. There was no time to buy a gown. He wore his dress Navy Whites. He had no civilian clothes that would fit him. Helen recruited her brother as Best Man. George had been overseas for a long time and only arrived home the day before. Not many of his friends would ever return from the war. The reception was a dinner in the hotel dining room with their parents, best man and maid of honor.

There was no bellman. They Akseki Escort Bayan each carried their own suitcase up the two flights of stairs. George unlocked the door and they entered the suite. They set down their luggage and he closed the door. Since the time that their wedding dinner had ended until this moment, no word had passed between them. They embraced, shared a kiss. It was gentle and loving, at first. Then more demanding, searching for the other’s passion. Helen cautiously pushed her tongue from between her lips and into his. It startled him. He had not anticipated her initiative, but finally decided that he liked it. She felt him recoil slightly, but when he did not release his embrace, she relaxed further in his arms, kissing him again.

Finally, they stopped, and he said, “We’ve waited a long time”. It was a statement of the obvious. Yet, true to his manner, George’s words were measured and full of meaning. It was an acknowledgment of their mutual ordeal. It was necessary to say it. His referral to it in the past tense signaled a turning of the page.

“Yes,” she murmured, and then kissed him again.

Stepping slightly apart, they looked about the room. On the left was a patio, its door open, with a pleasant breeze wafting in to break the stillness of the hot summer air. Through the open door, they could see the city lights below. An ice bucket stood sweating alongside two matching patio chairs and a small metal table.

“They brought the champagne that I ordered,” he said.

A few yards on the right sat the double bed, already turned down by the maid. George glanced at it, their final destination on this night. It beckoned him, provocative, its white folded down sheets against the dark colored blankets, grinning like big teeth. He looked away, wondering why he had done so. A nervous chill coursed through him. It was their beginning. Finality of their ordeal was the price of commencement. Part of him wanted to cling to their sweet endurance. It had been painful, but shared. It brought constancy and assurance along with agony. It had been such a sweet pain. It had become part of themselves; the tie that bound them together. How to begin, without breaking the bond?

He knew that the page must turn. Must it, however, be riffled over as though in a cheap magazine? His instincts drove him to gently lift the corner, slowly turning the page over, gradually revealing the new text. He groped for time to straighten his thoughts as he searched for the answer.

He found refuge in the chilling champagne. Pointing to it, he asked, “Would you like to drink some?”

“Yes…well…later maybe”, she replied. He sensed a polite “no”.

“Well, what, then?”

Helen thought fast. She was eager to make love, but anxious to preserve her role as the quarry.

Her lips feigned a pout. “I don’t know,” she coyly replied. “Didn’t you become a Commander in the Navy?”

“Yes”, he said, puzzling over the meaning.

She leaned into him, pressing him with her body. Her soft lips brushing his earlobe, “then command me,” she whispered.

Her answer raised the hair on the back of George’s neck. Her passion pleased him, but his loss of control triggered alarms. It was premature. They must pause and savor. Searching for a graceful recovery he caressed her cheek, and then kissed gently. Her pulse quickened. Finally, she believed that the moment had arrived.

As he finished his kiss she prepared to kiss back, but he broke away and said, “I command you to change into something more comfortable”

She contained an exhale of frustration. “Always the engineer,” she thought. “He’s got a blueprint for everything”

Still, it was progress. The ship would dock at the appointed ‘destination’, headwinds were slowing the tack. She took solace in the meted out advance and reached for her small suitcase.

“Good idea,” she said, recovering. “You have some champagne while I freshen up.” With that, she disappeared with her suitcase into the bathroom and locked the door.

George watched her close the door. He was relieved that the process had slowed a bit. He wanted her, sure enough. He was just afraid to rush things. This would be their one and only wedding night, he reasoned. No part of it would be glossed over or unappreciated.

After all, he also was a virgin, just as Helen. He hoped that he could do his man’s duty. Would she expect too much from him? Would he disappoint her? Would he hurt her in breaking her maidenhead? Would she understand the importance of this night to him? As he thought of these things he was barely aware that he had begun to remove his dress-white uniform. He hung it in the closet and removed the rest of his clothes. He jumped into a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase and put them on, tying the drawstring at the waist. He thought about his robe, but it was too hot. He would forgo the pajama tops, too.

The coldness of the tiled floor on the patio felt good Escort Akseki on his bare feet. His manhood was hardening. He was determined to stave off the urgency that nature had visited upon him so soon. He poured himself a glass of champagne and quickly downed it. He poured another and started drinking it more slowly. The bracing alcohol felt good. When Helen emerged things would go faster, he told himself. A quick toast of champagne then let nature take its course. He was grown man—up to the challenge. Helen needed him. He would come through for her.

“What was she doing in there, anyway?” His mood suddenly became insistent.

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

In the bathroom Helen found the long ivory gown that she had bought and saved for her honeymoon. She removed her clothes and reached for the negligee, but stopped. Standing nude in front of the mirror she inspected her form, shaped firm and slender by years of hard work on her family farm. The firmness was underneath; the outside covered in a feminine softness.

Her eyes drifted lower. Her breasts lay naturally on her chest. They were round, average in size, fitting her medium frame. The tips were crowned with small nipples that now were hardening and enlarging with her excitement. She glanced lower. Her belly and navel narrowed and formed a path to the center of her. A soft triangle of honey-colored down broke the skin’s creamy smoothness. It was only a little darker than her wavy tresses. It pointed to her womanhood, now glistening with the moisture that betrayed her eagerness.

She paused for a long pause look at herself. She wished to remember these final virgin moments. It would be the last time that her eyes, alone, would know this sight. In the morning, her new husband would know it, too. In her desire, she had never considered this finality. Her virginity had been her preparation. Soon, all would be opened, no pretexts needed. She wondered how she might be changed and how George would respond after crossing the final barrier.

She halted her musings and slipped the gown over her head. It was a shiny satin material. The thin shoulder straps held up a lace bodice that cradled her firm virgin’s breasts. The lace formed in a deep vee that started at the end of the tiny strap just above the top of each breast and ended at a point several inches below them, halfway to her navel. The cleavage revealed was ample, but demure. It was enough to announce and entice, a treat for the eye, while protecting the essence from exposure. The lacey fabric allowed a hint of the brown circle of areolas. The pointed nipples pushed at the fabric, leaving no doubt as to their hiding place.

The long gown slid down her body and hugged her form, punctuating her firm lines, her hips, and well-formed cheeks. It was slit from the floor to mid-thigh on her left side. The slit did not show as she stood. Each step revealed an enticing flash of creamy thigh that would too quickly disappear. It riveted a man’s eye to it, creating an expectation of the next step and ensuing flash of forbidden flesh. At least that was Helen’s thinking when she bought the gown. She spent many hours selecting it. The search served to provide her with small doses of excitement as she envisioned the first time that she would “be with” George.

Preparation for the night had served to temporarily quench her thirst, but it deepened it in the long run, and driven her aggressive prodding earlier. It was good that George had delayed her ardor a few minutes before, or the prized negligee would have remained forgotten in her suitcase.

“What had she forgotten?” She spied the matching furry high-heeled slippers that a friend had urged on her, insisting that they were sexy. She decided that they were not, and would go without them. She stood in her bare feet and the coldness of the tile floor felt sensual and good. She liked the naturalness of it. She desired no contrivances.

She realized her preparations were at an end. The time had come for her to emerge from the bathroom-refuge to present herself to her new husband and soon-to-be lover. Suddenly, she froze in nervous trepidation. After such a long time in waiting, the planning and dreaming, the prodding of her recalcitrant groom, she was at once trembling and short of breath. She knew that she should bolt out the door to commence that which she so long had yearned for. She could not. She stared at the door handle. It dared her to seize it and run to her desires. How could she refuse the call? She thought frantically for a few moments’ reprieve.

“Her hair– it was a mess.” She grabbed her brush and assaulted her wavy tresses. Her breathing quickened more. It aggravated her that her locks fell so quickly into place. She must not rush this! As she continued to brush, she realized her grooming was only a play for time. She felt the inner surge of her racing pulse. Her nipples now engorged to capacity, ached from their stiffness. She raised a hand to relieve them. She stopped herself, saving that pleasant task for him. She clenched her buttocks cheeks, squeezing her thighs together. Her woman’s essence bathed her inner self. She had never felt it so moist and slippery. It issued a musky scent. She knew the purpose of this wetness. She set down the hairbrush and exhaled loudly.

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Sex was something I took to like a duck to water.

From the moment I first discovered how amazing it could feel to be joined as intimately as possible with another human being, I was hooked.

Of course I have my college English tutor to thank for my love of all things carnal. Often when I’m in the mood to jerk off, I still think back to how hot my initiation to sex actually was.

Back in my first year of college, being a tall, muscle-bound jock, not really giving a shit about putting in the work required to pass, I wasn’t too surprised to discover I was getting solid D’s in English. But since I was only accepted to study on a football scholarship, providing I kept my marks up, my coach told me in no uncertain terms that if I didn’t pick up my socks and start working my ass off to get a passing grade, then I’d be cut from the team. That sure woke me up in a hurry, and since there was no way I could let that happen, I decided I’d better knuckle down and get to work.

Though I’d never really been into Shakespeare or crafting a perfect haiku, obviously I had to do whatever it took to get a decent grade.

They assigned Miss Delores Wentworth, the Head of the English Department to work with me. She was probably somewhere around forty, kind of on the plain side, though in her own way still kind of cute I guess, with shoulder length sandy brown hair, big warm brown eyes and sexy librarian-style glasses. But man, what she lacked in looks, she more than made up for with an absolute killer body. Nice big rack, tiny waist, perfect round booty and really long shapely legs that had me practically drooling every time I worked with her.

Problem was, I got a feeling after a few sessions with her, that staring mesmerized at her rockin’ bod, was not helping me learn much. Especially due to the fact that I’d get hard every time I sat with her, just thinking about all the kinky shit I envisioned doing with her, especially since back then, I was really into porn, and eager to try everything I saw happening on the screen.

I’d only just turned eighteen, and though girls told me I was hot, with my unruly sandy-brown hair, long-lashed emerald green eyes, and rock hard body, I’d gotten to second base and felt up a few girls while sucking face, that was about it. I’d never actually managed to seal the deal with anyone, up until then.

After a few weeks of working with me, and apparently getting pretty frustrated with my lack of improvement, one day when I walked into her cramped little office, lined wall to wall with shelf after shelf of nothing but books, Miss Wentworth closed the door with a decisive click, and then locked it. Then she took off her glasses, set them on her desk, looked me in the eye and told me, “You know Cody, in all the years I’ve been tutoring at this college, I’ve yet to give up on a student yet, and I’m not about to give up on you. So, I’m thinking I might need to add a little unconventional motivation to our lessons, that until now, I’ve never considered before.”

Curious, I watched her turn and step up onto the wooden ladder that went all the way up to the top book shelf, so she could reach the books she kept up there, I was guessing. Then, wearing a little smirk, she looked down at me once she got up near the top and said, “If you would come over here, I have a few books I want you to look at, that I think might help.”

But when I went and stood at the base of the ladder and looked up, I just about came in my jeans. Holy shit! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Staring up under her dress, I saw that prim and proper Miss Wentworth had gone commando and wasn’t wearing a thing underneath! And seeing as her gorgeous little snatch was the first pussy I’d ever got an eyeful of in real life, my hand instantly started stroking my cock right through my jeans, because fuck me, what a sight.

Seeing what I was doing, she looked down at me and coyly began to smile. And I knew then she wanted me to get aroused, and actually wanted me to see her little pink snatch, and the perfection of her nice round ass, though I couldn’t figure out why.

Once she’d picked about a half dozen books off the shelf, she handed them down to me. Then she carefully started to make her way back down. But then a few feet off the ground, she surprised me when she turned on the ladder to face me.

When she had her nice big titties at eye level, practically staring me in the face, keeping her gaze locked on mine, I watched stunned as she popped a few buttons at the top of her dress. Then holy crap, I had to fight not to groan when she started massaging those big, lush melons under her dark green dress, till she’d gotten her nipples poking almost right through the freaking fabric. Slyly grinning at my wide-eyed look of disbelief, she began to pop a few more buttons, till I could see the tops of her lush pale mounds, along with a mouth-watering display of cleavage, that I desperately wanted to plunder with my tongue.

Then she regained Antalya Escort my attention, and I looked up at her face when she said, “Cody, I want you to read one of these books each week. I have a feeling, unlike Chaucer or the Bard, once you get into them, you won’t be able to put them down. And I think, obviously being a very healthy young man, you’ll find them a lot more interesting than the subject matter we’ve been covering up until now. After you produce book reports on each one, if I think your work is starting to improve, you will be rewarded with something that I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

My eyes grew wide and I could feel my cock beginning to thicken and grow painfully hard pressing up against my fly, as I anxiously waited to hear what she had in mind. Still running her hands over her luscious mounds, I noticed her breathing was getting a little choppy as she explained, “After you’ve read the first book, if you can produce a synopsis and a well thought out book report, I will allow you to run your hands over my breasts.”

My eyes popped and I swallowed hard trying to wrap my head around the thought of her letting me do something like that with her. But then, if that wasn’t enough, she went on to further explain, “Then as you finish each book, and hopefully your writing continues to improve, I will give you a new reward each week. Ending hopefully, with you achieving a passing grade, which would also mean I would be willing to allow you to penetrate me, and fully enjoy me any way you’d like. So, do you think this is the kind of stimulus you need to help you pass?”

My eyes were glued so hard to her big round beauties, that she just kept running her hands over, she had my head spinning. Imagining how much I’d love to tug on those diamond hard nipples with my teeth, then sink them into my mouth for a long hard suck, never mind finally be able to enjoy the nut clenching sensation of sinking my cock into a real live pussy, I began to vigorously nod my head in agreement.

Then I looked up into her eyes and told her, “I already know I’m going to ace this now, Miss Wentworth. I think you just needed to give me the right motivation. And, Miss, I gotta say, knowing if I pass, I’ll have the pleasure of exploring a rocking little body like yours, has already got me pumped enough to succeed.”

Turns out she was right about the books she’d chosen for me to read and review. Holy Fuck, were they ever hot. Once I got comfortable in the library, just down the hall from her office, I got into the first one so deep, before I knew it; I’d finished it in one day. Taking breaks to sneak into the bathroom to jack off as I went, of course. A classic piece of well-written erotica — Delta of Venus — a collection of short erotic stories that I knew had to be really explicit for their time. I could hardly believe I was reading about a woman getting off on giving her lover a blow job — and with my tutor’s consent, no less.

By the time I showed up to her office for our tutoring session the next day, I surprised her by already having a synopsis written and had also produced what I considered to be a well-polished book report.

Thank fuck, Miss Wentworth agreed. She nodded smiling as she read it, then finally, she put it down and told me, “I can’t believe you produced this, and so quickly, Cody. I think all you needed was the right subject matter, and the motivation to succeed, and just look what you were able to do.”

Then she walked back over to the ladder, and just as she’d promised, she began to unbutton her sweater. And whoa, I could hardly believe my eyes. Under her unflattering bulky gray cardigan, she was wearing an insanely sexy shelf bra, that had her gorgeous titties plumped up nice and full in a barely there scrap of sheer black lace. And just looking at her pale, plump knockers spilling out over the top had my cock jumping like a bastard in my jeans to get at her.

Thrilled at having just earned my first reward, I stepped close, and reached for them, groaning out loud as I got off on the feeling of running my thumbs over the hardest, most delectable looking rosie pink nipples I’d ever felt. And I could see that she was getting into it too, as I cupped those luscious mounds and tugged and twisted a little on her diamond hard peaks, from the way her eyes were going all glassy and she was softly starting to moan and even breathlessly pant a little as she licked her lips.

But when I went to peel back her bra, to get my first feel of her warm, soft flesh filling my palms, she shook her head softly chuckling and pushed away my hands. I noticed her breasts were heaving hard, and her breathing was a little uneven as she cleared her throat and said, “Sorry, Cody, but you’ll have to finish your next book report before you can get a feel of them skin to skin without a bra. And after the next one you’ve finished, if you keep doing as well as you’ve done today, I think I’d be willing to let you have Antalya Escort Bayan a taste of them, too. How does that sound?”

Oh fuck, to an eighteen year old virgin, who had never sucked a titty in his life, it sounded like an absolute dream come true. Already I knew I was going to pass this course with flying colors, especially knowing I’d not only get to keep my place on the football team, but I’d finally be able to slide my aching cock into a real live, hot-as-fuck woman.

No surprise, I sailed right through the next book she gave me, and I gotta say, once I got into them, I really enjoyed each one, especially the shockingly erotic, The She Devils. A highly arousing French tale about a mother and her three insatiable daughters, and their lucky bastard new neighbor, they all really seemed to get off on, taking turns with him, like non-stop.

Each time I brought a new well-written book report, Miss Wentworth, gave me an even bigger reward. After I’d handed her my second carefully crafted effort, once she’d read it, she looked really pleased with me, and told me, “Very well done. I’m impressed.” And she smiled right into my eyes, which had me surprised to realize that she was actually prettier than I’d first thought.

Then without saying a word, she got up and ever so slowly, began to release each button on her top, sliding them out, one by one, as she playfully winked at me. Then she slipped out of her white silk blouse, carelessly tossing it aside, and soon after, her sexy flesh-toned lace bra joined it on the floor, till she was gloriously naked from the waist up, and I was hard enough to pound an entire box of freaking nails.

I gotta tell you, my eyes were nearly bugging right out of my head, and my heart was hammering so hard in my chest, I thought I’d pass out, she was getting me so worked up, watching her bare those big luscious melons. She looked so hot, I almost came in my boxers before I’d even had a chance to cop a feel of those delectable looking cock teasers. Never mind how jacked I felt the moment I actually got a taste of those hard-as-fuck nipples of hers sliding over my tongue. I still remember how badly I wanted to fish my cock out of jeans, so I could beat the fuck out of it in my hand, and have the added pleasure of coating those delectable beauties in rope after rope of my juice.

When I leaned in and touched my tongue to her nipple, it felt so crazy good that every cell in my body suddenly felt like it was humming. No surprise, the first taste of her supple mounds filling my mouth had me shaking right down to my toes. I had the strongest urge to jack off that I’d ever felt, my dick was aching so hard as I suckled those big warm beauties, tugging her erect nipples a little with my teeth, till I had her gasping, and visibly quivering right along with me.

I just loved the blissful sounds coming out of her as I worked her closer and closer to going right over the edge. The way she was stroking her hand over my hair, holding me right where she needed me, tossing back her head, shivering and softly panting, I knew she had to be getting off on it, too. And the erotic scent of her pussy, told me she had to be dripping.

I quickly discovered just how satisfying a little breast play could be for both of us, as she also instructed me, through her happy moans and sighs of pleasure along with her words of encouragement, about the fine art of pleasuring a woman with my mouth.

Not surprisingly, even today, I still really get off thinking of that first time, whenever I’m feasting on a woman’s tender flesh, sucking her nipples deep into the heat of my mouth, groaning as I twirl them with my tongue.

After enjoying the hell out of that session, naturally, I was thrilled to see that the next report I handed in at our following meeting, on another erotic classic, had her grinning from ear to ear as she read it. I was getting the feeling she was not only delighted to see me finally catching on to what it took to write properly and comprehend what I was reading, but she also seemed to be looking forward to my reward sessions as much as I was.

So, when she stood and told me, “Cody, you’ve come so far I think you should get a double reward today.” As I watched her slip out of her dress, and then unfasten, and toss aside her black lace bra, till she was standing in just a tiny pair lacy black panties and insanely sexy red heels, I could feel my dick going bat shit crazy in my pants, twitching like a mother-fucker to get at her. And I was already imagining, after just a couple more reports, how incredible it would feel to actually be sinking into the hot wet heaven of her juicy little pussy.

She quickly brought me back to where I was, and I looked up at her when she said, “Well, Cody, I’ve decided that since you’ve more than exceeded my expectations today, you’ve earned the privilege of running your hands over my sex from the outside of my panties, and you can also Escort Antalya enjoy my bare breasts to your heart’s content. Next time, if you do as well as you’ve done today I’ll let you touch me anywhere you’d like, because I doubt I’ll be wearing anything by then. And by the last week, once you’ve handed in your final report, providing you keep up the excellent work you’ve been producing, I think we’ll both be taking our clothes off, and you’ll be free to explore me anyway you want, like I know you’ve been eager to do.”

Oh, fuck me! I still remember how far my eyes rolled back in my head, when she told me that not only was I going to be allowed to suck on her girls, but I’d also be allowed the pleasure of sliding my hand over the crotch of her damp panties, so I’d finally get my first feel of her pussy. But even better, I knew that after my next report, I’d be sliding my fingers into all that tight, wet heat. And at long last, once I’d read every book and given her everything she asked for, I would get my first chance to experience what it felt like to actually slide my cock into a woman’s body, and get my rocks off like I’d only ever dreamed of.

By that point, fucking Miss Wentworth had become my life’s mission, and I was sure as hell going to give her the best two book reports she ever laid eyes on, knowing how much I ached to finally claim my coveted reward. While hopefully, also giving her the ride of her freaking life, once I got my cock buried in her nice and deep.

When I cupped her big gorgeous breasts in my palms, moaning as I opened my mouth wide and went to freaking town on her girls, I couldn’t help but smile against her flesh at the sounds coming out her. Especially the way she was starting to squeal like mad as I tugged and licked and sucked and nipped and basically lavished her titties with everything I had. But when I slid my hand down over her belly, and then cupped her mound in my palm and slowly began to slide my hand over the dampness of her hot little pussy, she really got into it, thrusting her sex hard against my hand, obviously as eager to get off as I was.

Of course my aching cock wanted in on the action so badly, I had to fight not to shoot my load as I enjoyed the hell out of worshipping her amazing body.

Unable to resist, I dropped to my knees, eager to get my face up against her sex. Inhaling deep, I groaned as the delectable scent of her arousal filled my senses, instantly making my cock feel heavier and thicker than it had ever felt.

I knew when I finally got her naked and on her back that sinking my cock into the depths of her voluptuous body would undoubtedly be the most fantastic experience of my entire life.

I don’t think I’d ever felt as stoked, or as achingly hard as I took hold of her thighs, spread her open wide, and got my face in between her legs, sucking back a lungful of the most indescribably arousing aroma I’d ever smelled. Groaning deep in my chest at the incredible sensation of lashing out my tongue and sliding it over the hot, dampness slicking up the crotch of her panties, I growled with equal measures of elation and frustration. Knowing the only thing preventing my tongue from sliding into her juicy pussy was just a thin piece of cotton, I wanted desperately to tear it away with my teeth, so I could sink deep into her hot little hole, and fuck her with my mouth.

Though I’d never had the pleasure of going down on a woman before, somehow, I just knew what she needed. And I realized that pushing my tongue into her pussy would be beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of, even in my kinkiest fantasies. Fantasies that were now haunting my dreams, since surprisingly sexy Miss Wentworth had begun to show me just how insanely hot learning English could be.

I noticed she didn’t stop me when I opened my mouth over her crotch and started sucking hard at her swollen clit right through her panties. In fact, she grabbed me by the hair and held me in place, exactly where she needed me, if the way she was moaning and whimpering was any indication. I wanted so badly to rip off her panties, so I could feel her hot flesh gliding over my tongue, while I lapped up her juices, till I had her screaming my name at the top of lungs, and shaking so hard she’d barely be able to stand on her feet.

I couldn’t believe how much I was getting off on the feeling of pleasuring her with only my mouth. Experiencing even a little taste of oral sex for the first time ever, realizing how mind-numbingly good it felt to eat into a woman’s sex even through her clothes, I started to feel the unmistakeable sensation of a mind-numbing orgasm racing through my veins. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten, and though I slammed my eyes shut and tried tensing every nerve in my body, fighting like mad to hold back, I groaned as I lost the battle and came like a fucking geyser, soaking right through my jeans.

Still desperately lapping at her with everything I had, I grabbed hold of my cock through my pants, and felt it thrust into my hand. Fisting it hard, I nearly jerked myself raw, right through my clothes, till my chest was heaving, with my heart nearly pounding out of control, lost in the sensation of milking myself dry and making a total mess of myself in the process.

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The early morning light streamed though the window, slowly drawing Samantha back to consciousness. It was one of those perfect mornings in early autumn when the season had just started to change and dreams of a longer summer had not yet been vanquished. The air outside was crisp and chilly and, since the heaters had not yet been turned on, her bedroom was similarly chilled. Usually on mornings like this Samantha would curl her small figure into a tight ball, hugging her knees to her breasts and burrowing under the covers, fighting off consciousness and the cool morning air for as long as possible.

This wasn’t one of those mornings.

This morning, she had her own personal “space heater”. Samantha turned over and smiled, watching Brad’s chest rise and fall as he lay fast asleep beside her. She snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder and molding her body to his. She draped her leg across his torso, resting it just above his hipbones as Brad unconsciously moved his arms to hold her close. Samantha had always felt perfectly safe and at peace in Brad’s arms. They’d met as freshmen in college; Samantha had been a young, innocent, completely inexperienced girl while Brad was an oversexed college-aged male looking to have fun with older girls. In spite of this, they’d quickly become inseparable. Brad’s embrace had seen them through a period of semi-platonic friendship, through jealousy as they’d both dated other people, and finally to ever-growing love as boyfriend and girlfriend. These days, they were navigating the new straits of a long-distance relationship since work and school often forced an ocean between them. These days, every embrace was one to bursa escort cherish.

Lulled by Brad’s gentle breathing and the rhythmic beating of his heart, Samantha mused about how their bodies fit perfectly together. It was as if they’d been created as a matching set. The years since they’d met had been good to Samantha. While she still looked far younger than 22, her petite frame had both slimmed down and filled out. Brad loved to look at and touch her naked body whenever possible. Though they’d been together for a while, a glimpse of skin or a light touch could still make Brad’s cock jump to attention.

Growing restless, Samantha started to run her hands lightly up and down Brad’s torso. She loved teasing and being teased, and she especially loved to wake Brad up by getting him excited. Samantha caressed his muscular shoulders and chest and then traced down to the waistband of his boxers. She moved her fingers from side to side just under the elastic and playing with the top of his hair without moving any further south. Brad kept his eyes closed but Samantha recognized the familiar signs: his penis beginning to harden and grow, the sudden changes in his breath as he anticipated her movements.

Brad turned on his side and Samantha again snuggled up against him, playing big spoon as well as her smaller size allowed. Continuing on its quest, her hand moved down the side of his thigh, returning up the front. Brad opened his legs to give her better access and her hand wandered up and down the inside of his thighs. Every so often she’d brush against his hard cock as if by accident and then keep moving.

The act of teasing and watching Brad get bursa escort bayan aroused was a huge turn on for Samantha; by this point, her hard nipples were pressing into Brad’s back and her wet pussy was throbbing with desire. Unable to help herself anymore, she rolled Brad onto his back while grabbing his cock and rapidly pulling off his boxers. He lifted his hips to help and smiled at her, suddenly very awake.

“Good Morning!” exclaimed Brad, clearly very happy with his wakeup call.

“Good morning,” replied Samantha with a playful gleam in her eyes, gripping his cock in one hand while playing with its head with the other. Without another word, she pulled back the covers and started licking his penis from base to head. She took his cock into her hot mouth, playing with the underside with her tongue, and had just started to stroke with her hand in rhythm with her bobbing head when Brad moaned with pleasure and motioned for her to stop and kiss him. She slid her body up his, resting on top of him as their tongues danced.

He nibbled the side of neck, making her even hotter. Samantha straddled Brad, resting her wet pussy just in front of his cock and raised her arms suggestively. Brad rapidly pulled off her shirt, caressing her breasts for a moment before removing her soaked panties as well. He moved to flip Samantha onto her back and take control; his need to be inside her was becoming unbearable.

“Not yet… I’m not done yet,” whispered Samantha. She moved down between his legs and took his cock in her mouth once again, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Ordinarily she loved to give him blowjobs, to watch the ecstasy on his face escort bursa as she brought him to the edge repeatedly before making him explode down her throat with a mind-numbing orgasm. While that was very likely in the cards for later in the day, though, Samantha had other immediate plans.

Straddling Brad’s hips and kissing him hard, Samantha tilted her hips back and positioned herself so that his cock was directly against her dripping pussy. She raised and lowered her hips suggestively, simulating sex without allowing him to impale her. He could feel the intense heat radiating from her pussy as her excitement grew, as did his desire to throw her down and ravage her. Every so often, she’d stop and position the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Brad’s hips would thrust, desperately trying to get inside her. But, after the tip had entered, she’d pull away again.

After several minutes, Brad and Samantha were both going crazy. He grabbed her hips and thrusted, and this time she couldn’t resist any longer. She rapidly lowered herself onto his hard, throbbing cock, feeling it stretch and completely fill her tight cunt. Brad held her close and quickly flipped her onto her back, pounding her pussy with long, rapid strokes. After Samantha’s “warm up”, they were both on edge almost instantly. Brad slowed down a bit and reached down to play with Samantha’s clitoris. His touch sent tremors throughout her body, setting off a wave of mini earthquakes. Samantha squirmed but Brad continued his assault, watching her face scrunch up and her body tense as her body exploded with a major orgasm. He thrust hard one more time into her tightly clenched pussy before exploding inside of her.

Brad and Samantha collapsed, panting, until they both caught their breath.

“Good Morning!” exclaimed Samantha, smiling at Brad.

“Well that was fun! What do you think about getting some breakfast and then going back to bed together?”

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