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My story really needs me to paint something of a pen picture if you are to believe how a man in his mid-fifties came to be fucking a group of young women, so here goes. As I said, I am in my mid-fifties, living with my partner Jo for the past ten years. She is a nurse who works night shifts, always at weekends, and when this happened we had all three of her children living with us. The eldest, Julia, has now been at university for two years and is twenty years of age. Jessica, her younger sister is now just nineteen, and getting her university options sorted. The youngest of the brood is Justin, who is twelve years old.

Jo knew very little about how fulfilling an active sex life could be prior to meeting me, but sex is now a very important part of her existence. She does not want her children to grow into adults with the same sexual hangups that she had, so we have raised the children in an open atmosphere. Jo’s shifts and my regular hours mean that we do not have a great deal of time together; so we have always been very honest about going to bed for a love-making session in the middle of the day. The children know not to disturb us, and accept things for what they are. Our bedroom is always open to them after knocking. The paraphernalia of sex is there for all to witness; there is a large mirror above the bed with various lubes visible on bedside tables. Bedside cabinets contain a large collection of sex toys, dildos, DVDs, bondage gear, etc. — nothing is locked away, and anyone could explore our room during our absence. We are of the belief that sex ought not to be hidden either. We want them to know that a healthy sex life is part of ordinary living. Questions about sex are welcomed, whether at the dining table, or in private.

That kind of sets the scene enough for you to understand how things unfold, so I shall begin to recount my tale. This all took place a couple of years ago when Julia was eighteen and still at home. She was one of the oldest in her year at school, and always had a large circle of friends who were always welcome in our modest home. One day she asked me whether some of her friends could sleep over at our place at the weekend, as they were all planning to go out on the town to celebrate someone’s eighteenth birthday. This was a common occurrence; I agreed, of course, and explained that her mother would, as usual, be working.

Late on the following Saturday afternoon her friends started to appear at the house, and they began to prepare themselves for their evening out. This involved a lot of time being spent in front of the large mirror in our lounge, as they did their makeup and decided how to dress. One of the girls whom I had met on a couple of occasions before was Claudia; she was the oldest in the friendship group, and was the daughter of two medical doctors. She was brilliant at school, holding the record for the number of exam A* passes with her older brother. She was also a natural athlete, and a talented musician; in short, she was one of those amazing children who shine at everything they do. However, you would hesitate to describe her as pretty; her looks were quite ordinary, but her taught body, honed by years of competitive sport, more than made up for her other shortcomings.

As she got herself ready, I noticed that she was not the same as the others in some strange way. She was a woman, while the rest where still girls. Claudia was always two steps ahead of her peers; she was the first to pass her driving test, and on her first attempt to boot. There was always an interesting opinion to be had if you engaged her in conversation, and she had a quiet confidence that the others simply did not possess. Her ambition at the time was to study medicine at Oxford, and it was no surprise to anyone who knew her that it was achieved in due time. As she put on her high heels, I could not help noticing that she had really shapely legs with beautifully shaped calf muscles. I could not stop thinking to myself that some lucky young man was going to fuck Claudia in the not too distant future.

So, as any parent would, I asked their arrangements for the evening, and was told where they going, that Claudia was the designated driver, and what time I could expect them home. Julia knew the score; when she came home, she was to knock on my bedroom door to inform me that they were safely home, so I wished them a good time and settled down with a book until bedtime.

At about 02:30 I heard Claudia’s car pull up outside the house, and Aksu Escort disgorge its slightly tipsy contents into the street below my bedroom window. I heard Julia’s key in the lock and the kind of noises that four girls returning from a night out might make. Moments later Julia knocked at the bedroom door, and softly informed they were home after having a fun time. I heard their banter and giggles for a few moments as they made up their beds on various sofas in the lounge where they were all to sleep, and then drifted off to sleep again.

Some time later, there was another knock at my door, so I drowsily answered, ‘Yes.’ Claudia’s voice replied, ‘May I come in David?’ I did not know what the problem might be, but there obviously was one, so I asked her to come in. I turned on my rather dim bedside lamp, and saw Claudia, dressed in a distinctly unsexy pair of fleecy pyjamas, at the foot of my bed. I enquired, ‘Is there a problem, Claudia?’ She merely said, ‘Do you think that I could talk to you for a while David?’ I told that I did not have a problem with that at all, and sat myself up slightly in bed. Claudia sheepishly asked whether she could sit on the edge of the bed, so I slid over a little and patted the bed next to me. She placed herself quite close to me and began to explain herself. Her forthcoming university life was beginning to concern her, specifically the fact that she was a virgin and that she would undoubtedly be faced with situations in which she might have sex. Despite the fact that her parents were doctors, sex was not mentioned in her home, and she told me that she really envied Julia. On many occasions Julia had mentioned the matter of fact way that sex was treated in our home, how I had trained her how to put a condom on a dildo, etc., as her strict Catholic school did nothing in the way of sex education. I listened patiently, but my curiosity got the better of me, so I asked where I fitted into all this. Claudia informed that she knew from her talks with Julia that I had a vasectomy many years ago, and that she was also aware that I had a lot of sexual experience, including threesomes, gang bangs, etc., so she had decided to ask me to assist her in losing her virginity. The idea of her first time being with a fumbling young man who was going to shoot as soon as he entered her did not fill her with desire; she wanted someone to teach her how sex could and should be, and that was me apparently.

Naturally, I was more than somewhat taken aback by this turn of events, and admitted as much to her. I stated that I found it quite flattering that she had chosen me, and I went on to say that I was not sure about the project. At this point Claudia reached out and took my hand, placing it on her right thigh beneath her own right hand, calmly telling me that it was a great idea; she knew that there would be no prospect of any emotions such as love clouding issues. This arrangement was to be about her learning the ways of sex without worrying about contraception. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said that if she was really that set on things then I was willing to help. She looked at me, smiled sweetly, and told me just how much thought and planning had gone into this request. There was simply no time like the present she said, and with that she stood up, stepped out of her pyjama bottoms, removed the jacket, walked slowly around the bed, pulled back the covers and slid in next to me on my left side.

She had been naked under her pyjamas, and as I turned to face her I took her head in both my hands and moved to kiss her. I got an eager response, and within seconds she had stuck her tongue into my mouth. A virgin she might have been, but she seemed to be aware how to give a passionate kiss. As we kissed I made a plan: I was going to take my time; this was to be no rush job, I would spend ages getting her wet enough for penetration. With that end in mind I began to explore her erogenous zones, such as her neck, shoulders, backs of knees, etc. without making a direct move on either her breasts, or cunt. It was not long before she began to moan softly as I caressed her velvet smooth flesh, and her purring with pleasure told me that I was on the right track.

I eventually moved my fingers down to her jutting, firm breasts as I maintained mouth contact with her. By now she was eagerly ramming her tongue into my mouth and nibbling on my lips with her white teeth. When my fingernails traced around the aureole, near her left Aksu Escort Bayan nipple but not quite touching it, she sharply drew breath and whispered into my ear that she was becoming very excited. I devoted time to her breasts, concentrating on taking her ripe nipples between my teeth and gently pulling on them, feeling them harden beneath my influence.

My judgement told me that now was the correct moment to move towards her cunt, so I traced a line with my index finger down across her taut, flat belly into the springy thatch of hair she sported on her pubic mound. In accordance with my plan, I set to work on gently stroking her outer lips without actually touching her most intimate areas. Her moans became much louder, and she started to beg me to stop teasing her. I paid no attention to her request, but continued with more of the same for a few more moments until at last I briefly touched her inner labia at the entrance to her soaking wet cunt. There was a shudder that coursed through her body, accompanied by a gasp from the back of her throat as my fingers stroked her. I immediately returned to her outer labia, and she now writhed under my hand as she tried to direct me to her cunt; I briefly dipped my fingers into her wetness and then sought out her clit. I pulled back the hood and began to her work on her with small, light strokes. The moaning now stopped as it was replaced by four-letter words; she obviously enjoyed talking dirty as I speeded up my movements on her clit, occasionally dipping into her moist cunt for a bit of Nature’s lube. After only a couple of minutes, I felt her pelvis buck beneath my hand and she told me she was coming. I changed down a gear and went for it, increasing my stroke rate, and she shook and trembled with her orgasm.

As she came back down to earth, I caressed her softly and asked whether she had enjoyed the experience. She honestly admitted that she masturbated on a daily basis, but had never been brought off by another’s hand. Apparently, a couple of boys had got as far as getting into her knickers, but their amateurish fumblings had not resulted in anything really pleasurable; this was something else though.

I now put my hand back between her legs and after a spell of teasing around her entrance, I slowly inserted the thick middle finger of my right hand until it could go no further. She arched her mound up to meet the pressure of my finger. My thumb maintained contact with her clit which had lost that extreme post-orgasm sensitivity and was able to be stimulated once more. Gentle finger fucking was the order of the day, and her moans of pleasure soon became apparent once again. I was about to use two fingers on her when I felt a hand encircle the shaft of my erect cock.

Now it was my turn to make sounds of joy as she gently explored what my reactions were to different stimuli from her. I continued using two fingers to exercise her cunt muscles while her clit was being massaged by my thumb, slowly increasing the tempo in response to her reactions. Claudia whispered to me, ‘I cannot take much more of this. I want this cock in me right now, fuck me David, fuck me now.’ I withdrew my fingers from the grip of her tight cunt, and knelt on the bed to enable me to put a pillow under her pelvis. I then took hold of her two ankles in my left hand and held both legs aloft at right angles to her body; her moist cunt looked like a ripe plum as I nuzzled the head of my cock into place between her lips, and I slowly, but with some force, eased my length into her. Her squeals of delight were a joy as I slid my whole cock into her pussy, so much so that I withdrew in order to repeat the experience. For me, the actual moment when I bury my prick inside a woman for the first time is an intense pleasure.

My thrusting continued, but I desired to fully plumb the depths of her gorgeous cunt, so I put her knees up by her shoulders and placed my hands on the back of her thighs just above the knees themselves. I then let her legs take all of my weight through my arms as she was pinned to the bed; this position demands a lot of flexibility and more than a little bit of pain tolerance on the woman’s part. Claudia took to it like a champ, and I was soon pounding into her with a lot of force. I could feel the helmet of my cock nudging her cervix as I reached the end of each thrust; this would mean that my own orgasm would not be far away if I allowed it to carry on, so I withdrew, rolled over onto my back Escort Aksu and instructed Claudia that it was her turn to be on top of me. She eagerly sat astride me, reached between her legs, took hold of my swollen cock and placed it against her lips as she gently eased herself down onto my erection. She was certainly someone who did not take too long to learn lessons; her self-assurance paid dividends when she got into bed and she was certainly not scared to take charge of a situation. Now that she was squatted over me I could enjoy the movement of her firm breasts as she ground her pussy into me. I lifted my pelvis up to meet her and increase the stimulation on her clit. She decided on the tempo and depth of insertion, except on those thrusts when I had to get my cock as deep in her as was humanly possible. I think we all know the feeling as you want nothing more than to split a woman in two with your power.

With Claudia sat astride me, grinding her clit into me for all she was worth, and me enjoying her perfect, youthful body I was in Heaven. I asked her whether there were any doubts in her mind, or whether she still thought she had made a sensible move in losing her cherry to me, a man three times her own age. She answered that she never thought of me as being so much older than she was; she just considered me to be the kind of man who would respect her, and not take advantage. Claudia went on to say that she had definitely made the correct decision, and that she had reached the conclusion that this would be the first of a series of lessons, just as soon as she had got into bed beside me. I was indeed flattered by her statement, and I repaid the compliment by telling her that she was a quick learner who was already proving to be an enjoyable fuck, even at this early stage.

I was careful not to get too carried away with conversation, so I told her that I wanted her doggy style. I explained that she was to kneel at the corner of the bed with her knees tucked well under her body and her shoulders flat on the bed; this position would ensure that her spine was curved in the right way to present her cunt to me at the correct angle for fucking. Claudia complied with my instructions, and I stood behind her, parting the cheeks of her arse with my left hand, while my right held my rigid cock. I swung back and forth so that my cock’s helmet rubbed over her anus and cunt lips, before I entered her with a swift thrust that took her breath away momentarily. Placing my hands on her hips, I plunged in and out of her, relishing the sight of my shaft glistening with her juices as I pulled back from her sodden cunt. This continued for quite a while until Claudia spoke through her soft moans to tell me that she wanted to feel me shoot my load into her. I was certainly not in a position to refuse her cream pie request, so I quickened my pace, slapping my balls into her lips on each push forward into her wetness. After a couple of minutes I got that unmistakeable message that I was soon to unload into her, so I thrust deep to flood her with my semen and grunted violently as I emptied the contents of my prostate into her. I collapsed forward onto her, kissing the back of her neck, whilst her pussy kept a vice-like grip on my softening prick. We lay together until I cleaned her up with a tissue. She then asked me to set an alarm, so that she could be awake and showered before the other girls stirred from their slumbers, and naturally I obliged. We cuddled together until we drifted off, only to be roused after what seemed like a few moments of rest. Claudia scooped up her pyjamas, and before going off to the bathroom, she leant over and kissed me, thanking me for her first lesson. She also hinted that she would pressure Julia for another sleep-over in a fortnight’s time if that was convenient. I said that would be fine with me, and with that she left the room, pausing only to turn and blow me a kiss as she went through the doorway.

I lay there, listening to the shower in the downstairs bathroom as she no doubt washed my fluid from her pussy, and wondered whether it had really happened at all, or whether it had all been a particularly vivid dream. I did not hear her leave, or the others get up for breakfast, as I had a well-deserved lie-in.

The remainder of the weekend passed without incident, but on Monday Julia came home from school and said that Claudia had requested that she organise another girls night out, followed by a sleep-over. Julia said that she would have to ask me first whether it would be OK, so did I mind having her friends around again? With a shrug of my shoulders, and as much acting ability as I could muster I muttered, ‘I suppose so.’

The story of Claudia’s next lesson will have to wait, but for now I hope you enjoyed my tale.

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This is my first actual story, so please let me know what you think.

All characters are over 18 and fictional. If that makes any sense…

*

“Jack, what are you staring at?”

She was knew what I was doing. I was thinking. her childish attempts to distract me weren’t going to work, but that had never stopped her from trying.

“The board’s down here retard, and the birds aren’t going to help you win.”

“Like I need help…and its night time dumbass…” I muttered turning my head to the chess board.

I always stared out the window when I was thinking. It always seemed to relax me, help me see things more clearly. I looked again at the pieces scattered about the board. She was looked like she was winning from any point of view, and had taken most of my important pieces, as well as my pawns. But I had already won. She had left a subtle-yet-obvious gap in her defence. If I knew her like I thought I did, this was a “necessary risk”, and not a trap. I laid my finger on my one remaining knight. I looked up into the face of my best friend. I could see it. She was smart, an amazing “strategist”, but she never could lie properly. I sighed and leaned back. We were on the floor of her bedroom, and I had my back against her bed. I looked around for a while, taking in the familiar surroundings. I knew her room almost as well as I knew my own.

We had been best friends for years, kind of hard not to be, growing up with each other like we had. We weren’t exactly neighbours, but only lived a few blocks apart, and our moms were really good friends.

I closed my eyes and looked thoughtful, resting my head between my hands and laying back on them

“Giving up?” she goaded, but I could hear the tremor in her voice. She wasn’t sure if I had seen her mistake, and was trying to trick me with false confidence. I didn’t even open my eyes. I just reached out, and moved my piece into position, and lay my head back again.

“Checkmate”

“Dammit! How did you see that?”

I opened my eyes and smiled.

“You’re too easy”

She glared at me. I dint know which face was more familiar, this, bright large eyes open wide and full lips in a classic pout, or the smug, thin lipped, victorious look she had half the time.

“I mean, you had me on the run there for a bit…”

“I was kicking your ass!”

“And yet…” I gestured towards the board.

She turned her head away with a disgusted look on her face. I smiled and stretched. The instant our eyes met, the game was forgotten, and she smiled at me. I had always been like that. We had always been competitive with each other, but no matter how bad the insult, or humiliating the defeat, it was always forgotten just like that.

“Ugh, I’m bored now” she complained.

“Yeah, I imagine repeatedly and consistently getting your ass handed to you gets a bit boring after 18 years.” I said smirking

“Huh, you got lucky, or have you forgotten my three consecutive backgammon wins yesterday?”

“Yeah I let you have those, I felt sorry for your crushing poker defeat the day before”

“Hmm…we play a lot of crap don’t we…” she remarked thoughtfully

“Yeah we need to get like, a T.V. or something.”

“Or like…a puppy…” she trailed off

“A puppy?” I asked “You couldn’t look after a puppy, you can’t even look after yourself”

“Oh please can we?” she begged “I’ll feed it and clean and look after it and everything!”

“Yes, for about 2 days, and then it will be dead, just like your fish…and your snake….and that one thing, the weasel or whatever.” I mocked

“It was a ferret, and how was I supposed to know it needed food every day?” she asked laughing.

“Yeah…so what now?”

“Dunno…thirsty?” she asked standing up.

“Hungry actually, could you make me a sandwich or something?”

She rolled her eyes, smiling, and turned towards the door.

” You’re gonna have to learn to fend for yourself someday you know.” She said closing the door behind her.

I sat up onto her bed and lay back against her pillows. I was on her side of the bed, which was a little strange. When we watched movies or whatever together, I was always on the side with the window, whereas now I was closer to the door. I tried to make myself more comfortable by putting my hand under the pillow to support my head better, but when I did I felt something. I pulled it out and sat up. It was a quite thick but short, leather bound book. More specifically, a diary. More specifically, Katie’s diary. I was a little surprised she even had one. Without really thinking I flipped it open. On the inside cover, scrawled in childish crayon was

Katie’s Diary

I started off at the earlier parts.

First page:

“I had a great birthday today got loads of neat stuff and this book”

Weird…”neat”?…she must have only been 8 or 9 when she got this. Flicked forward some more, a few pages:

“Jack says I should put the date in my diary, so here it is”

followed Akseki Escort by the date.

This was about ten years ago, so she would have been about eight. Weird, I couldn’t remember ever talking about a diary. I flicked to about three quarters of the way through, until I got to the blank parts, then I backtracked until I got to where they started. The date on this one was only a few nights ago.

“I had another dream about him last night. I came so hard this time. I feel like I’m going crazy”

Whoa. I had to re-read this a few times before I really got it. She was having sexy dreams about someone? That was so…confusing. we hadn’t really talked much about guy or girls we liked before, but “again”? If she liked this guy so much, why wouldn’t she tell me, especially if she was so worried?

I flicked back a few pages. I noticed she had an irregular way of entries, some were a few lines, full weeks taking up a single page, and some were almost like essays. There were noticeable jumps too. I guess she only wrote things she thought were important.

I skipped back a bunch of pages, I think it was a few months, I didn’t check the date.

“I wonder what Jack would say if he knew how I felt.”

Wait…Jack? As in me, Jack? she was having dreams about me? Before I could even begin to process this, I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. I didn’t know what to do. I froze. I couldn’t let her know that I’d read this. I didn’t know what to think yet.

But if her weakness was her inability to bluff, then mine was the inability to work under sudden pressure. Still, thinking quickly, I flicked back to near the front and tried to look amused as she walked in the door. As soon as she saw me she froze. She let out a small gasp.

I read aloud:

“Today I got extra homework cuz Jack made me laugh, I hate him”

I actually remembered this day. She had been so pissed off, considering she had started it.

“Wow”, I said, “you know, you were a really whiney 9 year old” I looked round and smiled at her

She looked horrified

“What are you doing? Gimme that!” she dropped the plate of sandwiches on the floor in her haste to get to me. She grabbed desperately at the book, but I held it away from her, playing with her a little.

“Stop it, just GIMME IT!” she screamed. I gave the book to her quickly and she clutched to her chest, like I was gonna try and get it back.

“Jeez, calm down!” I said smiling. I was getting nervous. She was nearly crying, and she was looking at me. She was staring at the ground with her long black hair covering her face.

“What’s the big deal? it’s not like I don’t already know everything about you” I joked. I changed my tone so I sounded more serious.

“What’s so bad in there that I can’t see?” I asked. She just shook her head and half whispered

“I’m sorry..”

“But I thought we told each other everything…” I said dejectedly. She just shook her head again.

I sighed. “fine then…”

“Maybe you should just leave…” she said quietly.

“Fine. See ya around” I stood up and left quickly.

My mind was blank as I walked down the street, but when I got home, my thoughts felt like a hurricane. She liked me? She had dreams about me? She masturbated… thinking of me? Was it even me? There were lots of guy called Jack in our school. I was only one of two in my class alone. Was it him? Why wouldn’t she tell me? Why didn’t she tell me? What was she afraid of? Was she ashamed? What else could it be?

Rejection…obviously. But…would I reject her? This opened up a whole new line of thoughts.

I thought hard about her, bringing her image into my head. I mustered as much detail as I could, which was quite a bit. Her smooth, white skin, always pale, no matter how hard she tried to tan. Her flowing dark hair, her full lips and bright smile. Her dark brown almost black eyes, slightly too large for her face, giving her a very cute look. Her long delicate fingers, her thin pale arms. I thought more and more, bringing together everything I could remember. Her body. About 5’5 ,large C cup breasts, which I knew from checking one of her bras when she wasn’t looking. Her slim waste and round hips. I pictured her face again, only differently this time, a memory. She was looking down slightly, avoiding my eyes. She was biting her lip, smiling. She was so nervous. When was this?

I remembered. The night of the “Fall Ball” the first real dance we were allowed to go to. We had gone together, as friends obviously. It was kind of a big deal, but I never really got it before. Even when we slow danced together, I still didn’t feel any different about her. I had an image of her pushing her face into my chest and sighing. It was only when I remembered this, this time, and her face, and everything about her when I realised how truly beautiful she was. I opened my eyes and fell back against my bed. Did I like her like she liked me? How, exactly, did she liked me? Was it even me?

I stood up Akseki Escort Bayan and opened my wardrobe door, looking at myself in the full length mirror. I was pretty tall, about 6’1 and had short black hair. My eyes were bright blue, my skin clear and my teeth shiny and white. I took my shirt off and looked at my naked torso. My arms were a little thin, but I had real muscle from when I took some self defence classes with my mom. I had started some light weight training, and kept it up, because it helped me burn excess energy. It had even come in handy once. I had some light muscle definition around my stomach, and if I tensed, you could see my abs clearly. I wasn’t exactly drop dead gorgeous, but I didn’t think I looked that bad…

Did she really like me that way? Could she? I didn’t have much self esteem issues, but I’d always considered myself kind of…plain.

What was I thinking about? If she really did like me, I wasn’t because of my looks. If she did like me…

The main question I kept coming back to that night was whether or not I liked her. She was almost like a sister to me. She was the closest thing I had to a sibling.

I sighed deeply and walked over to my window. The light was off, and the moon was barely there. I could see the stars unusually clearly tonight. I just thought. No, I planned. That was what I needed, a plan. A strategy. What does a strategy need? A purpose. I already knew what I needed to find out. One, was it me she had been writing about. Two, how deep were her feelings. Was it just a sex thing or more…emotional. how I felt wasn’t important. I knew that if I let my feelings, or lack thereof, get in the way, I would never really know the truth. It was time to win. The Game, if you’ll pardon the cliché, was on.

I met her the next day in the usual place. The bus stop near her house where we got the bus to school. It was Monday morning, and the air felt unseasonably cold considering the bright summer sun. I was there earlier than usual. I felt so nervous. I knew from now on, basically everything I did with her from now on would have to be an act. My throat caught as I saw her walking nervously towards me. She really was beautiful, how had I never noticed before? She was wearing dark jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, and her dark hair was styled in the usual way, one eye partly covered by her fringe.

As she approached, I gave her a reassuring smile, which she almost shyly returned.

“So…hi,” I said when she got close to me

“You’re here…early” she replied

“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about last night” said turning to face her.

“Oh…” her face fell slightly and she opened her mouth to talk, but I cut in before she could say anything.

” I wanted to say I’m sorry. I should have respected your privacy better, and I know you don’t have to tell me everything. You’re my best friend, and I shouldn’t have acted the way I did”

She smiled a little.

“That was unusually formal.” she said

“Yeah, it doesn’t suit me, right?” I said smiling. She gave a little laugh, but stayed silent. I stepped closer to her.

“So… we good?” I asked

“Yeah,” she said, her smile getting wider, “we’re always good, remember?”

I was very relieved, and I started to feel guilty about my upcoming plan, but I pushed my feelings back. I had to know what she was really feeling.

I waited a few days before the “First Move”. It was hard, I so wanted to ask her about this. But what if it wasn’t me in the diary? Or what if she wanted to know how I felt? I didn’t even know…

So anyway it was Thursday, and we were talking on the bus home from school. She had just said something funny, and we were laughing. I turned to her suddenly.

“You know what? You should stay over tomorrow night.”

“Wow, a sleepover, it’s been ages since we’ve had one.” She said wistfully

Our sleepovers had always been great. We’d stay up for ages and watch movies or play games, but it was true it had been months since our last.

“So you up for it?” I asked

“Sure, sounds like fun” she answered.

That was the First Move. Well, not really but it was like the beginning of the First Move, or something. Anyway, it was Friday night, and we were in her room again. It was about 8:30, so she suggested we get moving. Thankfully, we got out of the door without her realising what I’d done. Id brought a book over, and had been reading it while she finished her homework. I was going to wait until she went to the bathroom to plant it somewhere, but I didn’t get a chance. I didn’t question it, but she seemed reluctant to leave me alone in the room. The reason was obvious, which is what the book was for. I managed to inconspicuously drop it under her bed while she set up the chess board. I know, right? Two 18 year olds spending their Friday nights playing chess, we were a couple of party animals.

Anyway, we were on my bed watching a movie. I waited about an hour after the beginning. I put my Escort Akseki hand up to my forehead and groaned.

“What’s up?” she asked turning towards me.

“I knew I’d forgotten something. I just remembered I left my book in your room!” I said annoyed.

I moved towards the edge of the bed and stood up.

“You’re not going to get it now are you?” she asked

“I need to. It’s from the library and needs to be back tomorrow. I was going to finish it tonight” This was actually true ” But you made me stop to play your fucking chess.” I continued smiling.

“No, I’ll go get it.” She said moving to get up.

“Don’t be stupid, just wait here.” I said

She looked she was going to argue, but I already had my shoes on.

“Look I’ll be a couple of minutes, you just keep watching. Now where did I leave it…?” I asked myself as I left.

As soon as I got outside, I had to stop myself from running to her house. I knew if I was too long she’d suspect something, so I did walk quicker. Her parents were watching TV when I called, and were happy to see me, if a little confused. They always were. Happy, I mean, not confused. I just told them I’d forgotten something and I rushed upstairs.

I quickly scanned her room. I had spent all night thinking of where it could be. I knew it wouldn’t be in the same place, so didn’t bother checking. I started to try and think like her. Where would she hide it? I knew what I would do. Pry up a floorboard under the bed and cover it with extra carpet. Practical, if a little extreme, and effective. But she wasn’t like me. She would have spent ages thinking of a suitable place. Somewhere unexpected and clever, assuming she was expecting someone to look for it. I glanced at the bookshelf, and almost immediately found myself falling into a mental loop.

“No, it’s too obvious. A book on a bookshelf. But, exactly, he wouldn’t look because it’s too obvious. But what if he sees that coming, and looks in the place he’s least likely to look because of its likelihood? But what if sees that coming, and doesn’t look there because he knew I would think that…” and so on.

But luckily, I wasn’t the one hiding it, so I walked over and immediately started running my hand over her books. She had quite a lot, more than me anyway, so I couldn’t see a difference just by looking. If she were to take this “necessary risk”, she would at least keep it out of obvious sight.

Assuming that the searching reads in the English format, top to bottom, left to right, then the bottom left is logically the last place they’d look. I ran through the last couple, but they were just normal novels. Ugh, who gives a kid such a random present anyway. It was hard backed and leather, so it would blend in with all her other weird books, and I couldn’t remember what the spine looked like. Hmm… bottom left was also too predictable, but I still thought this area was close. On an impulse, I checked the middle of the second row from the bottom.

I almost shouted for joy. It was in between two books similar to it, to disguise it, but I’d actually chosen the right book. I’d only been up here for a minute and a half, but that was a little too long for just to quickly grab something. I flicked to about the area I’d been before, where I saw my name but I couldn’t find the right page. I was only reading the first couple of words of each line. I kept skipping through the pages. I finally got to a close enough date, but no sign of me on either of the pages. I went back a little. I knew the date had been about two months ago, but I wasn’t sure exactly what it was. I wasted two minutes skipping through pages frantically, aware of the time pressure. Her mom might come at any second to see what was keeping me.

I found something interesting eventually though:

“I think I had a wet dream last night. I didn’t even know girls could. I don’t remember it, but when I woke up, I felt like I’d just cum and my bed was wet”

Next night:

“Another dream like last night. It was a little clearer when I woke up. I remember a face or something.”

A few days:

“Jack was in my dream last night, and I woke up horny. Feeling strange”

A few pages went without much mention of me, just normal stuff, then:

“I keep having dreams about Jack. I don’t know what to do.”

Later:

“I can’t stop thinking about him”

More:

“I had such a strange about Him again. Just see his face. I came when I woke up”

After this there was a gap of about two weeks, then two sentences dated about a month and a half apart, the biggest break I’d seen. But it wasn’t the date I was really interested in:

“I think I love him.”

Followed by:

“I know I love him”

Holy shit. Love? She loved me? I quickly flicked back to where I has finished last time.

There was one new entry:

“I don’t what I would’ve done if Jack had found out. What would he do? What would he say? If he didn’t love me, I don’t know what I’d do.”

My heart was racing. I could hear my pulse in my ears I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Once again, my thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly but carefully put the book back, then leaped across the room and stuck my head under the bed. Just as I did Katie’s mom walked in.

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It times like these that get me in trouble. A single guy, lying in bed with no woman next to him, has the imagination to be consumed in his fantasies for hours, daring to do the worst kind of things with the woman he desires. And my brain, at the moment, will not shut off. I keep thinking about her. The more I dream, the harder I’m getting, and the worse I feel knowing that she is untouchable.

Her hair is golden and touches her shoulders in layers. Her lips are always in a perfect pout. And I didn’t think God made a waist that small. I could wrap my hands around it, maybe twice over. Those breasts are always in a pushup bra, always teasing me. She’s beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous.

And she’s the only student failing my class.

Legally, she’s an adult which gives me relief when fantasizing about her. But the way she acts, she’s more like a twelve-year-old. A spoiled twelve-year-old. Every day, I dread but can’t wait for third period. Every day, she sits in the middle row, in the middle of the classroom, giving me the evil eye. But sometimes, her left eyebrow is arched as she looks me up and down. She bits her lip, then her eyes steady on my crotch. And when she catches me staring at her back, she smirks. Then, her demeanor changes quickly, as if she makes up her mind that she hates me. I can’t figure her out. All of my students love me. I’m the “cool teacher.” Maybe it’s because I’m the youngest of the faculty and have more of a connection to them. But since day one, she has given me trouble with her sarcastic remarks, refusal to do homework or any assignments, and her dangerous flirtation that only lasts minutes at a time. I’ve doled out many detentions to her and have sent her to the principal’s office too many times. Other teachers have said she is no problem in their classes. So, why mine?

It’s the next day, and second period has just ended. I’m taking deep breaths and am ready for a mutiny from my other students. An unexpected analytical essay is about to be assigned, and I’m gonna get a lot of groans. And then, there will be her and her refusal to write it. I’m looking forward for the battle now with a hope I will win.

The students file into my classroom. I get a lot of “Hey, Mr. Anderson,” and a few smiles. But she’s nowhere to be found. I’m hoping she’s late. A good excuse to give her another detention. But at the last second, she crosses the doorway and ignores me completely. Her head is held high with a smug smile on her cute, glossy lips. As she sits, she pulls at her too short shirt to cover her midriff. She flings her hair behind her, but it falls back in front of her shoulder. Then, she gets into her favorite comfortable position: leaning back, yet slumped in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, legs parted enough that would make ladies of etiquette gasp.

The bell rings, and it takes me less than a few seconds to shut them up. “Alright, today is an easy day.” I get a lot of expectant smiles. “All you have to do is write a five paragraph essay!” They roll their eyes and groan. I start passing the papers down the rows. “A poem by Silvia Plath. You have the whole period to write this essay. And I expect a completed paper from all of you.” I’m looking straight at her. Her chin is jutted out, her eyes are narrowed. She’s looking at me back, telling me silently how much she hates me. I smirk and finish passing the papers. “End of the period,” I remind them. I sit behind my large desk and pretend to be busy with some papers, but I’m casually taking glances at her. She looks at the paper in disgust, flips it over, and places it on her desk. Her arms cross again. She sighs and looks off to the side.

It is what I am waiting for. “Cameron, you only have until the end of the period,” I warn her. She shrugs in response. “You will get a zero if you don’t do this assignment.”

“Like I fucking care,” she challenges me. I already have my detention slips ready. I write one up. I knew she would do something stupid, such as cussing. I sign it and stroll toward her. I almost slam the yellow slip of paper on her desk to make sure she notices. I go back to sit and catch her glaring at the paper.

She stands next to the desk, paper in hand. The other students look up. “You know, I’m tired of getting these things.” Then, she rips it in half, then again, then again. She throws the bits onto the floor. She smiles as if proud of what she did.

“Principal’s office, now!”

“Whatever, you dickless jerk,” she says as she shoulders her backpack. At the moment, I wish this wasn’t a public school. I want to be armed with a paddle. She tosses her hair behind her, a defiant but seductive move. “Maybe that’s why you’re not married. You have no dick.” It is widely known that I’m not married, and it hits a sore spot. But I stand tall and strong. “And no balls, obviously, because you’re not man enough to deal with me directly.”

I can feel my face flushing. “Go to the office!”

She smiles, because she knows I can’t do anything more. I glare at her as she leaves the room. Once she’s out the door, I return Antalya Escort to my desk and avoid everyone’s eyes. I question the reasons why I lust over her.

The next day is going smoothly, but I’m counting the minutes until third period. I’m not sure if I’m ready for another battle. But she doesn’t show up. I’m relieved, but at the same time torn that I don’t get to see the beautiful brat. My students have seem to forgotten yesterday. But halfway through my lecture, the door opens. One of the staff enters with Cameron behind her. “She was ditching,” she says and leaves. Cameron trudges to her desk, but she isn’t the same girl I’ve known. Her head is down; her hair covers some of her face. But from what I can see her eyes are red and teary. She slowly sits and rests her head on top of her folded arms. She doesn’t look at me at all. I stop for a second, in shock, then continue.

Twenty minutes later, the bell rings. Without a thought, I say, “Cameron, I want to see you.” I sit behind my desk and try to think of what to say. She walks up to me, trying to muster up some dignity from her breakdown. I don’t know what to say, but my instincts tell me to help any student in any way I can. “What’s wrong?” I mean to say that more gently, but it comes out harsh and annoyed.

She shakes her head. “Never mind.”

“Why were you ditching?” She shrugs, her usual response. “What happened?”

“My boyfriend dumped me! Ok?” I wasn’t expecting an answer. My heart softens, but I don’t know why. She is too cute when she cries.

“Well, I’m sure you didn’t deserve it. He is just a boy. You need someone more mature than that.” The words fly out of me. I can’t believe what I’m telling her. And it doesn’t help that I’m openly staring. She’s looking at me strangely, a look I’ve never seen before. It isn’t a glare, nor is she giving me her flirtatious glances. It’s hope that I might feel something for her, and she’s recognizing it for the first time. It’s a look that acknowledges that I’m not the bad guy. She nods and leaves the classroom. I’m worried now about what I said. In my mind, I make the argument that I said nothing wrong or suggestive. But my eyes and weak posture tell a different story. I should have just told her, “You’re beautiful, and I think about you every night. Let’s fuck.” I’m getting myself into trouble anyway.

But the response she gave back makes me hope for a chance with her. She didn’t recoil from my advances and seemed to enjoy me having a little look at her every once in a while.

The next day is uneventful. All through third period, she doesn’t even look at me. She is still not paying attention, but it doesn’t bother me. We exchange no glances. Her face, however, is softer and more humble. She watches her hands instead. The period passes quickly. I have no reason to hold her after class, so I let her go.

She is out of my mind as I sit at my dining table, eating a crappy frozen dinner, and grading papers from last night’s assignment. For the most part, I am disappointed that many of my students didn’t understand the assignment, but my star student, Steven, writes an eloquent essay. I happily put an “A” on the paper. I pick up the next paper in the pile and stall. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. At the top right corner is her name, Cameron Slater.

I put my fork down for this one. I’m not sure what to expect. I’m thinking that it will be off topic and full of grammatical errors. I start reading. As I’m reading, I’m getting angry. Nothing she wrote was offensive, and she made a good argument. Her sentences were perfectly structured, her vocabulary at college level. No eighteen-year-old can write like this. I’m pissed. The little bitch plagiarized.

I have the resources to check for plagiarism, but I don’t bother. It’s obvious. I mark a zero on the paper. I can’t wait to hand it back to her.

And the anxiety kills me all the next day. As soon as the bell rings for third period, I have my stack of papers in my arm. Going down each row, I hand back the students’ graded papers. I’m hearing mostly moans but sometimes a soft, “Yes!” Then, I get to her desk. I look down at her with an evil smile and let the paper drop on the desk. I don’t wait for a reaction. But a couple rows down I hear her cry out.

“A zero!”

“This school doesn’t accept plagiarism,” I say over my shoulder.

“But I didn’t plagiarize!”

“Bullsh…” I catch myself it time. The students look up at me, wide-eyed.

“It is bullshit!”

I glare at her as I walk to my desk, ready to prepare another detention slip. But she is getting up from her seat, grabbing her backpack with one hand, and nearly crushing the paper in the other. “Where are you going?”

“To the principal’s office. This isn’t fair!” It sounds more like she is going to cry then scream more. She is out the door. I’m relieved that she is gone and didn’t have to send her myself. But two periods later, I’m called into the office.

My palms are sweaty and my heart is beating fast. What has she told the principal Antalya Escort Bayan about me? Is she going to accuse me of flirting with her? I wait to be let in by the secretary. I think I’ve gone pale. I feel like passing out. I enter and sit next to her in a chair in front of the principal’s desk. He’s frowning and sober, which is not out of the ordinary for this strict, characterless man. But why do I feel like I’m in trouble? I look at her sitting next to me. The corner of her mouth twitches. She’s trying not to smile. Little brat.

“Cameron says that she didn’t plagiarize,” he states simply.

“Of course she’s gonna say that.”

“Do you know this for a fact?”

I don’t have the evidence, and I can’t lie. I want to keep my job. “I haven’t checked it, but no eighteen-year-old can write like that.”

“She’s insisting she didn’t, and I think we need to resolve this,” he says and folds his hands on the table. I can’t believe he’s not on my side. Maybe she has charmed him too. “Since Cameron cussed and ran out of the classroom, she’ll receive detention, but it will be with you. During that time, I want you test her with a written assignment. If she writes at the same caliber as this paper…” He picks it up to show me again. “Then, I think you owe her an apology.”

I’m in shock, but I accept the challenge. I will win. I’m that confident. “Fine.”

And the wait begins until the end of the day. I’ve picked a good poem from Robert Frost for her to analyze. I know she will stumble. And when she does, I will laugh as I submit an “F” as her final grade.

The last bell rings, and I wait only five minutes until she enters the room. With a bit of sway to her hips, she strolls to her desk, sits down, and crosses her arms. Her hair is now in a side ponytail, her lips are a little more crimson, and she put on a new shirt, a v-neck that revealed way too much cleavage. I put the paper in front of her while trying to avoid gaping at the little slut in front of me. “Forty minutes.”

I watch her from my desk, and to my surprise, she is reading it. Her pencil underlines certain spots and takes notes in the margins. Soon, her hand is writing furiously. She erases often and looks like she is talking to herself in whispers. Her concentration is intense. I’m worried that she is proving me wrong.

At thirty-five minutes, she gets up from her desk and walks to mine. With no emotion on her face, she offers me the paper. I take it from her, and she turns away. I watch her saunter back. I love that petite ass in those tight jeans. But I catch myself before she notices, and I look down at the neat writing covering both front and back of the lined paper. She has a lot to say. It better not be crap.

I feel sick when I finish. I hate admitting when I’m wrong. And now, I have to. I look up, but there is no defiance in her at all. Just fear.

“Why aren’t you doing your assignments if you can write like this?” She shakes her head and looks down. “If you did your homework you’d be getting an ‘A’ easily. Why?”

“I hate writing,” she mumbles.

“But you’re so good at it.”

“I’m not,” she argues with a shaky voice. Her eyes start to water.

“Says who?”

“People,” she said with her usual shrug.

“Well, they’re wrong.” I’m not sure how to convince her. The poor girl looks defeated. Whoever criticized her really hit her hard. “If you do the rest of the assignments, I’m sure you’ll pass.” She looks off to the side and says nothing. I glance at the clock. “You have twenty minutes left. Then, you may go.” I reread the essay. I’m tempted to share it with the class or just anyone. I want someone to tell her how good she really is.

I look back at her. She’s looking back at me, and it’s unnerving. She’s biting her lip and studying me. She’s giving me those looks again, those looks that get me in trouble late at night. I notice that it is just her and me and about fifteen minutes left. My cock is hardening. Fortunately, she can’t see how swollen I am. But I think she knows by reading my nervous face.

This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. Yet, I’m frozen. I really do want to touch her naked breasts. I really want to know if she’s a virgin. I break away first and look down at my desk, trying to suppress the fantasies by ignoring her.

I hear her get up and walk toward me. She places her hands on the desk and leans over. She takes one hand and lightly strokes my face. She is almost all the way on the table when she kisses me. I can stop and make the argument that she kissed me first, but I give in. I taste the cotton-candy flavored lip gloss on her lips. As I’m close to her, I can smell the womanly perfume. It’s a strange combination of sophisticated and childlike. I run my hand through her soft hair and keep kissing those beautiful, pouty lips.

The sudden realization that I had slipped causes me to drop my hand and pull back. I can see the rejection in her eyes. I broke her fragile spirit like so many others have done.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly Escort Antalya says and rushes to her desk. I chase her down and grasp her arm.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have led you on. It’s my fault.”

She is on the verge of tears. I grab onto her other arm and pull her close. Her hands are pressed to my chest. She sniffles and buries her head against me. And my dick is growing larger. She feels it against her abdomen and gasps. I can tell it isn’t from shock that I want her but in a sudden surprise that she is turned on. There is no hiding my erection. It was my way of telling her how much I wanted to be buried into her pussy. Her hand travels from my chest, skimming my abs and going past my belt, down to the tent I’ve created. She lightly strokes my cock. She is gentle, but I can feel it through the fabric. I’m trying not to moan out loud.

“I want you to be my first,” she whispers. Now, I want her more than ever knowing how tight that little cunt is.

“Are you willing to learn?” I feel her nod in my chest. I nudge her chin up and kiss her again. She gives my dick a little squeeze then puts her hand on my biceps. She feels around my arm, noting my strength. I pull back and gaze into her anxious eyes. “First, I need you suck me off.” I love seeing the surprise in her face at my crude demand. I see her gulp, she looks even more nervous. She has obviously never given a blowjob.

“Umm…” she whimpers.

“Get on your knees. I won’t make you swallow. Just get him wet.”

She seems more at ease; obviously she’s scared about drinking my cum. She sinks to her knees. Her baby blue eyes are staring into mine. She rests her behind on her heels. Her tight jeans are pulled taut.

“Take off my belt.” She carefully manipulates the buckle loose. With a single swish, she removes it through the loops and tosses it aside. Her eyes shoot back to mine. “Unzip them and pull them down.” I see her gulp again and hesitate as if afraid to uncover what’s underneath. Just as carefully, she unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. She grabs a handful of fabric at both sides and gives a small tug. They fall to the floor leaving my boxers on. She looks up at me, I nod. She pulls the boxers down and is eye-level with my stiff cock. She is looking at my dick and balls curiously, but not touching.

“Use your tongue, lick me all over.” She’s gulping and daring herself. She gets her mouth close and takes a couple breaths. Shyly, she runs her tongue over the tip for a little taste. Then, she licks the bottom of my shaft from halfway to the tip. She encloses the tip in her mouth and swirls her tongue over it. Now this is feeling good.

“Get him very wet. Don’t be afraid.” She is more eager now to keep lapping at my dick. I’m smiling and looking down at her. She takes me in her mouth, about three-quarters in. Her warmth and wet feels good. She starts sliding me through her lips, back and forth carefully, trying at all costs to keep her teeth from raking me. She’s also trying to avoid getting my pubic hair anywhere near her face.

“Put your hand over the base of my dick.” I show her the “OK” sign with my hand. “Keep it there and take every inch of me.” She does and my cock slips in deeper, but not enough to stimulate the gag reflex. She is rocking her head and maintaining a good rhythm. My head is tilted back, and soft moans are escaping my lips. I look down again, and for the first time she is looking up at me. I commit this image to memory.

I’m feeling her teeth scraping me now and assuming her jaw is getting tired. “You can stop.” She sucks up some of the spit as she pulls away. I can’t wait for the next step: getting that virgin pussy primed for my dick. “Up.” She slowly rises and keeps staring into my eyes. I run my hands down her arms. One hand reaches underneath her tight shirt and caresses her naked abs. I feel the lace of the bra and her chest rapidly rising and falling. I’m dying to play with those young tits. My hands go to the sides of her shirt, and I lift. She holds her arms up, and I slip the shirt off. I love the sight I’m seeing. Tight abs, tiny waist, boobs spilling out of her white lace bra. I do not hesitate reaching my hands behind her, searching for the clasps.

I unhook the three clasps easily; I’m proud to say I have experience in this. I tear the bra away from her. The pale yet gorgeous boobs are revealed. Her huge nipples are hard and waiting for attention. I gently roll each one in my fingers and give a light pinch. Her lips tighten. She’s trying hard not to show how aroused she is. I’m ready for more. My hands dive down to unbutton her jeans. She watches me undo them, while she rubs her tits, realizing for the first time how intense the sensation is. I unzip them and hook my thumbs into the waistband. I tug hard, but there is very little movement. I look at her guilty face.

“Take them off.” She has no choice but to go slowly as she wiggles and squirms out of her too tight jeans. I feel as if I should scold her for wearing something so inappropriate. She’s blushing; she knows how wanton her wardrobe is. Her jeans are off, white lace thong still on. I need to feel the evidence of her horniness. She stands still with legs spread slightly apart. I place my hand in between her legs. My fingers push the damp panties aside to feel the slipperiness of her wet cunt.

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The girl who walked past my cubicle looked to me as if she was sixteen years old at the most and I couldn’t help but wonder what that hell she was doing in our office. She was blessed with a very pretty face and lovely hair but I swear she couldn’t have weighed more than ninety pounds and wasn’t more than five feet tall. Talk about short and skinny …she’d look like a thermometer if she ever drank tomato juice. Ah, who knows, she may have been the new mail girl.

A week or so later I was down on the floor below the one I worked on and lo and behold walked past an office and there she was. Whoever the hell she was she had her own office and not just a cubicle like I worked in. My curiosity got the best of me and I gave a little knock on the door jam and she looked up from what she was doing and invited me in.

I broke the ice with, “Hi, I saw you around the other day and didn’t have a chance to introduce myself and welcome you aboard. I’m Joelle and work upstairs in order processing.”

“Hello, I’m Kathy and I’m one of the new paralegals they have hired for some of the big lawsuits the company is involved in.”

“Kathy, forgive me, and I apologize if I come across as rude, but aren’t you a little young to be a paralegal?”

She broke into a deep laugh and answered ” Kathy, don’t bother apologizing. I’m nineteen and should have said I am a paralegal trainee. They have hired a bunch of us to do the ‘gofer’ work for the lawyers involved in the suits. I plan on going to college in the fall so I’ll be here for the next nine months or so.”

I laughed and said “Whew, I thought they were allowing teenagers to act as lawyers now.” As I was saying this I couldn’t help but notice the tight cheeks of her ass showing through her skirt as she bent back to put some paperwork on the credenza behind her. I never had a sexual experience with a woman but could easily imagine burying my face between those cheeks and working my way up to the lips of her pussy.

“No sweat, things haven’t gotten that bad ” she replied.

“Well, there’s hope for us yet.” I said breathing a huge sigh of relief and laughing at the same time. “I better get going or they’ll have my butt. Take care and I’ll see you around. Look me up if you get up to the next floor and we can shoot the breeze a little.” I said as I moved off in the direction I was headed before I saw her in her office.

The next several weeks went pretty much as they had up until then. My boyfriend, Matt, and I made a trip up to NYC to take in a Broadway show and have dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. Both the show and the food were terrific and it made us glad we live fairly close to the city. It’s a little too far to drive when we are just going up for the weekend but the train is convenient and when you consider the price of fuel, tolls and parking it is about break even cost-wise.

The sex after we got back to our room after the show was awesome. Matt asked me to bend over the easy chair and he fucked me from the rear. Not up my ass but just doggie style with me bending over the chair. We have made love this way many times but it was always with me kneeling on the bed. I guess the thing that drove me over the top this time was he would get his cock all the way in and then he would reach down and hold the base of it and move it around inside of me with his hand directing it. It was touching parts of my vagina that had never been introduced to a cock before and if felt terrific. My orgasm was cataclysmic.

On the way home on the train we were crossing the northern part of the Chesapeake Bay when I looked out at the sight of all of the boats it gave me what I thought was a brilliant idea. “Hey Matt, you know how much I love sailing. I would love to take a trip up to the Mystic Seaport area in Connecticut; we could see the museum they have there and then jump over to Newport RI to take in that nautical paradise. What do you say?” I asked.

“Sounds good to me. When would you like to go?”

“Well, I have a ton of vacation time coming and the weather is forecast to be good for the next week or so. How about I put in for two weeks and we can use as much of it as we need. It should take us less than two days up by car and two back and I can’t imagine spending more than a week between Mystic and Newport. ”

Matt owns his own accounting business and can take all the time off he wants so that made spur-of –the-minute trips like the one I was suggesting a breeze for him to arrange.

He replied, “Super, let them know at work you’ll be off starting a week from Thursday and I’ll make the reservations.”

The next few days at work were going to be hectic. While I had all of the necessary vacation time coming that didn’t eliminate the work that I would usually do during that time. Other people would have to pick up the slack and some of it would just be postponed until I returned.

A day or so later I was entering the cafeteria for lunch and found myself right behind Kathy, Tunalı Escort ‘the kid,’ in line. We each picked out our lunches from the buffet line, paid the cashier and then made our way out to find an empty table. It turned out to not be too hard since we were there at the end of the lunch hour and most of the employees were on their way back to their desks.

We chatted about a million things but when I mentioned my upcoming vacation she went a little ape. “Are you kidding me? They are two places I have always wanted to see. I grew up around boats and I sometimes think I have salt water for blood.”

“Yeah, I have always wanted to see them too. I am really looking forward to the vacation.” I said.

“If you ever decide you want to have company along just give a shout and I’ll be packed in an hour.” She said laughingly, but with a whole lot of seriousness buried in that sentence.

I would only have to tell Matt about her interest in accompanying us on our vacation and I could see some sexual lights going off in his head; two women for two weeks … what more could a guy ask for?

Well, mention it I did and he, as I knew he would, jumped at the opportunity. He made it sound as if we would just be doing her a favor but there wasn’t any doubt in my mind who was hoping to be granted some favors. So what the hell, maybe I’d get a chance to see her tight cheeks up close and who knew where that would lead.

I dropped down to Kathy’s office the next day and told her of our complete plans and extended the invitation to her to join us on our vacation.

“Joelle, are you guys sure, I would honestly hate to intrude?” She said with what I felt was honest sincerity.

“Yes we’re sure. I mentioned it to Matt and he thought it would be nice if we could help you tour areas you had always dreamed of. But, and this might be a bigger issue than you are willing or able to handle; hotel rooms in those areas are hard to get and what’s more they are ungodly expensive. So, Matt said that unless you are willing and able to foot the price of your own room you are welcome to share ours. We would get one with a couple of queen-size beds so it wouldn’t be as if you had to sleep on a sofa or anything like that.”

She came back with, “I don’t think I could afford my own room in places like those but I’d be happy to pay my share of the rooms we would share.”

“No, that wouldn’t be necessary but there is one more thing Kathy that might bother you and that is that Matt and I have sex quite often and we would only be in the next bed so if the sounds of that would upset you the whole thing wouldn’t work.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to get some ear plugs that will keep the sounds down to an acceptable level.” She said with a huge grin plastered on her face.

We agreed to pick her up at her place on Thursday morning after Matt swung by my place for me. Kathy was waiting for us at the curb with a small suitcase and a hanging bag.

One look at her and Matt went a little crazy. “Are you nuts. We can’t take her out of the state. They will lock me up for taking advantage of a minor. No way honey, the whole thing is off.”

“Bullshit big boy. I extended the invitation and we will honor it or you can go by yourself and she and I will rent a car and go together. You aren’t going to humiliate me this way.”

“Joelle, the kid isn’t more than fourteen. How the hell did she ever get a job with your company?”

“Matt, I thought the same thing the first time I saw her and even went as far as checking her out with Human Resources and they assured me they had done the due diligence and she is nineteen years old.”

“Holy shit, she looks like a kid.” He said but I could see his eyes were wandering all over her body/

“The way you are looking her over gives me the impression you wold like to get real close to the ‘kid’ or I really mean you would like for your cock to get real close to her. You could just imagine you were teaching a minor the joys of sex and you were the old boy teacher.” I said as I opened the door to get out and help her get her stuff into the trunk.

“Morning Kath, this is Matt and we are going to have a ball. Oh, by the way, you can drop the ‘Joelle’ and just call me Jo.”

She jumped into the back seat and the trip began.

The drive was going well without a ton of traffic. I said, “Matt, when we get up to the Jersey Turnpike I would like to drive. In fact, we ought to take turns every couple of hours just to break the monotony. What do you say Kath, you do drive don’t you?”

“Yes, I guess you can say that. My folks and I drove across from Seattle Annapolis and I certainly did my share of the driving. I then got tangled up with some NASCAR people and ran a few stock car races down in Atlanta. Won one if I do say so myself. So, yes, I can say I can drive.”

Matt almost exploded with, “Holy Shit, you really drove a NASCAR race?”

“Yes. Why do you think that is Tunalı Escort Bayan the exclusive playground of men?” Kath said somewhat defensively.

Now it was Matt’s turn to backpedal. ” No, No, No, I didn’t mean it that way but you have to agree that thinking of a little thing like yourself behind the wheel of a NASCAR racer does boggle the mind a bit.”

“You’re right Matt. You should have seen the faces on the crowd after I won my one race and climbed out thru the window of the car to accept the trophy. The whole crowd thought I was someone’s baby sister and I laughed my ass off.”

She followed on with, “When it’s my turn to drive maybe I can show you some of the techniques I used on the track. If we are on a decent stretch of roadway and this crate can get it’s rear end up and moving I’ll show you some steering tricks I used when I was clocking right at 175.”

Matt was stuttering and stammering responding to her, “The fuck you will. This gem of mine has never been over a hundred and I don’t think I want to push it any higher than that. Besides, I’d probably shit my pants at the speed you are talking about.”

“Matt, I was just teasing you. I won’t take it up to anywhere near that speed. One-twenty- five is more than fast enough.” She said as she winked at me.

I kept the teasing up with, “Damn Matt. Do you mean to say that this little wisp of a thing can go around a race track with a whole fleet of cars traveling at high speeds and you’re afraid of her showing you how she handled the car? What a pansy!”

“Matt, cool it. I will only travel at just five miles an hour over the speed limit when I’m driving. OK?” she said and Matt’s relief was obvious.

We got up over the George Washington Bridge by dinnertime and found a Comfort Inn just off the highway. We got a great room with a couple of Queen sized beds and a large bathroom. It was perfect for us. Matt put all of the bags we were going to need for that night and the next day on a luggage cart and Kath and I pushed it up to the room while he was parking the ‘race car’.

“Jo, I’m sorry if I teased Matt too much about driving his car fast. Perhaps I went a little overboard.”

“Nonsense, it was fun to see him squirm. I never realized that he was such a male chauvinistic pig that he thinks that race car driving is a guys-only sport.”

“OK then, when it’s my turn to drive and I get behind the wheel don’t get upset when I ask for the crash helmets. That’ll shake the hell out of him.” She joked.

The dinner was just OK. We ate in the hotel’s dining room and those places know they aren’t going to get most diners back for a second time so they aren’t too fussy about preparing great meals. About all we can say was the meals were edible. Kath threw some money on the table to cover her dinner and Matt pushed it back at her and she snapped, “Bullshit, Matt. If I can’t pay my own way for the extra out of pocket expenses you will incur because I am here, I will be leaving in the morning.”

Matt replied with more than a touch of anger in his voice, “Geez, Kath. Take it easy. I was just being a decent host. Remember I was the one who told Jo to invite you to be with us. I didn’t tell her you had to pay your way, so I am not going to accept your money and if that means you will be returning home in the morning I am sorry but that’s the way it ‘s going to be. Tell you what, dinner is over and I’ll gladly let you treat us to a couple of after dinner cognacs. Deal?”

Kath stared down at the tablecloth but nodded her head yes. She accepted the deal. … waiter, three cognacs coming up.

We got up to the room around nine and Kath quickly commandeered the shower. “Guys, I need a shower real bad but I’ll only be a minute or two.” She was right; she wasn’t in there for more than a couple of minutes and when she returned to the room she was bare ass naked and still drying herself.

“Guys, you warned me about the noise you will make while having sex and I guess I should have warned you that I sleep in the nude.”

Holy shit. She is even thinner than I thought. She has absolutely no breasts but her nipples protrude an inch or so. She had shaved her pubic area and she really looked more like a girl of twelve or thirteen than one her real age. Her waist was to die for and I was thinking I could surround it with my two hands.

Matt was next in the shower and he came back out to the bedroom area the same as Kath…bare ass naked and saying, “Well, what did you expect? Did you want me to be outdone by a teenager?”

Kath and I broke into laughter but Kath’s eyes never got above his waist. “Wow, that is some tool you have there. Must be something else when it gets up and ready for action.” She said somewhat breathlessly.

“No, not really Kath, although Jo wishes it were.”

I was in and out of the shower in a flash being a little afraid something would happen between those two if I was away too long. I found that Escort Tunalı they had opened the little room refrigerator and had rescued a couple of miniatures and were sipping away on their drinks. “I hope you left a scotch for me.” I said

Matt answered, “Don’t sweat it honey. You are the only one who drinks that stuff and there are still three or four more left just for you.”

We had a couple more drinks and Matt gave the signal that he was ready for some sex.

“Jo, let’s hit the sack. We need to be up somewhat early in the morning.”

I was no sooner in bed and his hands were all over me. Much more so than usual and the only thing I could think of that was different was him seeing Kath bare ass.

I lay with my ass to him and without any foreplay he entered me from the rear as we lay spooning. His initial thrusts were soft and slow but I could feel the tempo increasing as his thrusts were also getting deeper. It wasn’t long before he was driving into me harder than I ever remember him doing before and it was actually hurting. I bit down on my hand so as not to make a sound but I guess I did yelp sometime close to us having our orgasms. Whew, I never remember being fucked so hard and I am going to have to talk to him about not doing it like that again … the pain overshadowed the pleasure.

We were no sooner finished than we heard sounds coming from Kath’s bed. She was masturbating! Matt couldn’t or wouldn’t let that go unnoticed so he leaned towards her bed and said, “Why settle for second. Come on over and I’ll give you a ride that NASCAR would be proud of.” I could have killed him but I guess I should have known he would make a move on her.

“Be right there but you have to remember that I am a virgin and that thing of yours could do some real damage.” Kath replied.

I couldn’t help it but had to say, “Wait a second. I want to turn on the bathroom lights so they will cast some light in here. I want to see this lovemaking.”

The bathroom lights gave just enough to see anything happening in our bed and Kath slithered over a second later. Matt hadn’t recharged yet from our recent romp but he was going to let his hands keep her aroused until he was going to be able to get himself back in the game. He turned half way to her and let his hand drop to her crotch and soon had his fingers working their magic in her pussy. It was about time that I gave him some help so I moved from where I was lying to the other side of the bed and slipped in beside her. I never had had any sex with a female before but for some reason was anxious to try it out on her.

I slid down in the bed and when I got my face near her pussy reached over and moved Matt’s hand away and replaced it with my mouth. I used fingers from each hand to spread the lips of her pussy wide enough to get my face buried between those puffy lips and let my tongue search out the nub of her clit. I found it and let my tongue slide up one side of it and down the other. While I didn’t have any experience eating pussy I was just trying to mimic the things that Matt did to me that made me feel good.

“Jo, what the hell are you doing?” Kath almost screamed.

“Hush Kath, all I want to do is to make you feel good. Matt isn’t quite ready to introduce you to his cock so I am filling in until he is.”

“Geez, I didn’t know you were a lesbian.” She shouted.

“Well, to tell you the truth this is the first time I ever did something like this. Please lay back and enjoy it.” I replied.

“God, I didn’t know what I was getting involved with when I asked to come along on your vacation.”

She answered.

“Kath, you know your pussy is just waiting to explode with what you heard going on with Matt and me so why don’t you just lay there and let it happen?” As I was saying this I had folded my fingers into a teepee shape and began to insert them into her hot wet pussy. She was so aroused her pussy was actually dripping juice.

I started to thrust my folded fingers n and out of her and looked up and she was throwing her head from side to side and had begun to throw her hips up to meet my finger thrusts. Damn, she was tight. Her pussy lips were grabbing my fingers and not letting them go. Right then I lowered my mouth to her pussy and let my tongue resume licking her clit. She doesn’t have any tits to speak of but I did let a hand wander up her chest and began to lightly massage her nipple. It was hard as a rock with her arousal but my massage must have turned her on a little more for she began to throw her body around a lot. Her breaths were coming faster and they sounded more like grunts and I could feel the lips of her pussy vibrate as she was getting closer to her orgasm. My fingers were still wet from finger fucking her earlier and I let one wander back to her puckered asshole and let the tip of the finger penetrate just a little. That did it. “Oh my God. I’m going to explode.” She screamed as she let go. She threw her legs in the air and her ass up to meet my mouth as the juices flowed out of her.

I let my face slide up her stomach until I was level with her face and them planted a huge kiss on her mouth. She instantly threw her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me tight to her and began grinding her wet crotch against my hip.

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PART 3

CHAPTER 7

Friday evening and they are getting ready for Dinner with Grama. Mousey wears an ankle length A line white, nearly sheer silk sleeveless dress with a small choke collar, no undies or stockings with thin flat sandals and a natural brown Fisher A line fur coat the same length as the dress as if they were made for each other. The Fur has a large, full draping cape hood and large full sleeves. The dress, coat, she is a total beauty experience.

Her hair is tied up with a matching Fisher sash/belt. My suggestion when I saw the sash by the coat. She never uses it as a sash. I had it hang down over the dress over her breasts. Her nipples showing slightly through the silk. Now that we shower together, I shampoo, dry and brush her hair. I do a modest job of styling as well. Since her hair has a gentle natural ’40’s style wave to it it’s hard to screw it up. She loves for me to do her hair and it is looking quite nice. A Greek Goddess. Cock stiffening gorgeous. I dressed like before but a brighter tie.

We arrive for Dinner as before but Mousey leaves her coat on. I think there is a message for Grama. When Grama enters she has a big smile on her face.

“Ah, I see you wore your happy coat.”

“I didn’t know they had names.”

“Welcome back William. I see there is very good news. Jane, pardon, Mousey wears this coat most often when she is exceedingly happy, hence happy coat.”

“And I thought she was merely incredibly beautiful.”

“The hair tie is new and your hair looks much nicer now”

“Yes Grama. Well no and thank you. It was Bill’s idea. He saw the coat sash hanging with the coat and came up with the idea to use it as a hair tie back. He has also been taking care of my hair as well.”

“Very tasteful and how sensual of you William. I am further convinced of Mousey’s fortunate choice. Come let us sit for Dinner.”

“Thank you for your hospitality Grama. May I call you so?”

“Indeed you must for I suspect you both come bearing good news? The happy coat is a good news flag.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“So the two of you have had sex as instructed. Am I not right?”

“Absolutely true Grama.”

“I’m equally happy to see William has quickly taken his proper place for himself!!”

“He has indeed Grama and I am happy beyond belief.”

“William. Have you moved in yet?”

“I didn’t leave when we got to Mousey’s house.”

“Mousey. Is William good to you? Does he treat you well?”

“He treats me like a Princess except when I want him to do otherwise.”

“Nasty little girl. I’m glad you know to ask for what you really want and it’s wonderful that William is such a complete partner.”

“This settles my mind and puts it at ease. Now I have good news and bad news that directly involves the three of us and much, much more. The bad news first. As Mousey knows I am turning 95 and I have had an incredible life. Yes, there has been pain and sorrow but mostly good and what I am most proud of are all the people I have been able to employ and aid in my long and fruitful life. Having my Grand Daughter with me is the high point of my life even to my own Daughter whom I love dearly with all her failings. Things inside are breaking down fast and I will not be with you much longer. Weeks, months maybe even a year. But there is a clear end in the near future. I want no tears and William, my only regret is that we will have such a sort time together but it will most likely be close and intense and your relationship with Mousey is all important to me and my sole concern. You two must get married immediately. I hate to push the issue but you will do it sooner or later and for me it must be now.”

“Grama why? What? Please what is this all about? Of course Bill and I will do whatever you wish.”

“Oh, you speak for William now?”

“Grama, this is true. Mousey and I are, how shall I say … joined at the hip now. We know each others thoughts now and it gets stronger by the day. If she speaks out of place I will certainly speak but my silence is tacit agreement.”

“Mousey, forgive me. I underestimated you and it deepens my commitment for what is to follow. You will some day in the distant future face this very same situation if you are the good stewards I think you to be. Mousey, you are my sole heir to everything I possess. You are also slated as acting Owner/Executor, full and complete stock holder of all my Businesses prior to my demise. William, as Husband of Mousey, you are Legal heir Eryaman Escort with her. All the legal disclaimers, safeguards and faldirah is covered in the Documents my staff of Lawyers have drawn up. Your Mom knows nothing of this but she never figured herself as a sole heir in any case. It will not be a surprise to her at all. I have arranged a separate Trust for her. Marriage tomorrow would not be too soon. You wore your Wedding Dress a day too soon.”

Mousey blushed at the obvious as she, indeed, looks like a bride.

“We could have everything signed sealed and delivered by the first of the week and then we can get down to serious business.”

“You mean it hasn’t been serious up to now?”

“I love your humor William. We will get along famously. Mousey, this means you are your Mother’s boss now. You will see to her care right off.”

“Oh shit Grama.”

“Watch your tongue young woman.”

“I’m sorry but this is overwhelming.”

“William. Are you OK?”

“Yes Grama, though it is a large load to take in one whack.”

“Well put and very business like. We will do well together.”

“What is the “Serious” business you are referring to?” “Running ALL the Businesses. Is that serious enough for you?”

“Quite. I want you to wear your happy coat often my dear Mousey. Remaining happy is a struggle under the easiest of circumstances and I was reluctant to place this burden on you and it might have taken a different course if it had not been for you choosing William. Neither of you are ready but you are both able and together I am confident that you will surpass the best that I was able to do.”

“Grama you have done an incredible job. There are very large Corporations out there with teams of managers who haven’t come close to you.”

“You two will be all the decision making necessary. The President of the United States is one man. Which “team” makes the final decision? Delegation of tasks. Just think of that and we can talk tomorrow. I both envy and bless the rest of your evening. I truly love you both.”

When we get home we make “serious” love for the first time. Both of us nearly cry. Actually Mousey does and I console her speaking softly to her stroking and fondling her softly. She stayed in her white silk dress and Fisher happy coat. I made love to her gently. We were very tidy. She could have gone to a wedding afterwards. It was heavenly with an angel in fur and silk riding my cock like a cloud with the fur swinging slowly and softly. She had a sad and happy smile on her face as she softly went from orgasm to orgasm. I think she enjoyed it as much as the previous days of athletic sex. We were both totally satisfied. We did undressed for bed.

“So tomorrow we marry?”

“I’m ready if you are. I’m so glad you’re here with me. I would be lost without you. No wonder Mom could never quite connect the dots. She did well until Dad left and then she lost her spirit. She went about aimlessly for a long time and never really got it all together. I hope Mom and I can work through this and I wish she could be at our wedding. We never were close. Grama and I have always been close.”

“The two of you are young and old versions of the same woman. From that perspective it makes it easy for me. Here we are, two college students making out in your mothers furs and talking in bed like an old married couple already.”

“We will never be and old married couple.” Mousey sexually assaulted Bill “fucking his brains out” before falling asleep wrapped in each others arms and wrapped in furs. I think I’ll wear what I wore tonight for our wedding.” As she drifted off to sleep.

“Yes my sweet.”

They awoke early the next morning to a constant knocking on Mousey’s Bed Room door.

Mousey sits up with a start. I groggily respond. “Who is it?”

“It’s your Mom.”

“Oh god what is going on?”

“Calm down. Grama is behind this I bet.”

“OK Mom I’ll meet you downstairs in the Kitchen! .. Mom at least respects my privacy. The time she barged in on me right after I started to masturbate with her furs and caught me at the peak of an orgasm taught her to knock first.”

“You didn’t freak out?”

“No, I was pissed.”

“We will meet her in the Kitchen.”

“Yes, of course WE will.”

The first thing that meets our eyes as we get up and move around is Mousey’s “Wedding” dress and Happy coat which I had hung neatly for today’s use. Mousey is minutes from being ready to be married. We look at each other smile and hug.

“There ain’t nothin’ we can’t do!!!”

“That a girl.”

I kissed her and we go downstairs. Mousey has on a light weight white cotton turtleneck and white silk slacks and I have khakis and my baseball Tee shirt. We are both barefoot. Her Mom didn’t hear us enter the Kitchen and we were practically on top of her when she turned and gasped with surprise at seeing us both. I had my hand lightly on Mousey’s shoulder and she had her arm around my waist.

“Hi Escort Eryaman mom this is Bill. Grama calls him William.”

Mom extends her hand and I take it. She does not grip as Grama does but a “womanly” offering-of-the-hand gesture. So far so different.

“I hear you two are getting married?” In the most matter-of-fact comment that could be expressed.

“Well actually we were Directed to marry.”

“That’s my Mom. Isn’t she a piece of work.” Oh curl your toes on the cynicism. “I get her command to attend and flight reservations and you two are OK with this.”

“We were going to do it anyway. Maybe not quite so soon but given the circumstances we are OK with it.”

“What happened to your voice Jane? Have you suddenly become the submissive little mouse?” We break out laughing and her Mom is staring in disbelief. We didn’t bother to fill her in on the joke. It’s on her of course. I was suddenly feeling very sorry for this woman. With all her money and she was obviously very unhappy. I appreciate Grama more with every passing hour.

“Mom I’m just fine. Bill and I are of one mind and he wants to meet and know you. I already do. So talk to him and don’t be so damn cynical. He is a wonderful man who I love, admire and cherish.”

“You sure have not changed.”

“You are lucky. There was no time to get my parents here. We will probably have a second small church wedding to accommodate those we would like to have had here.”

“At least he’s more thoughtful than your looser father.” Truly wicked tongue.

“I’ll call Grama and find out about the arrangements and you can fill in your Mom on things.”

“OK.”

“A real take charge kind of guy you have there.”

“When he needs to but he is very kind and gentle. He lets me push him around all the time.”

“Wait until he starts running around on you.”

“Mom!! Not all men are like that and Bill is not one of them.”

“Sex?” That’s one reason I know why. He shares my wildest fantasies with fur. How many men or women share that. Don’t be so negative, just trust me to have made the right and very good decision. He passes the Grama test with flying colors and you know she is no fool.”

“With all her faults she’s no fool. Well, OK and he does seem to be real. You two doing it in the furs. Wow. What a sight that must be to behold? Actually you have never been noted for foolish behavior either.”

“Is that an around-the-corner compliment from my very own mother? Wonders never cease.”

In about two hours we go to the Courthouse to sign our license. All the paper work is ready. After that we can get Married. A JP at the Courthouse. We should get dressed for it before we leave for the Courthouse.

“How about Breakfast.” Bill does the cooking and Mousey helps. She loves his cooking even though she is quite good herself.

“So sex must really be good”

“No complaints Mom.”

“Mousey is a fantastic lover. She read up on it and has taught me a lot.”

“Mousey?”

“And you let him get away with it. You really have slipped a gear.”

“Not at all Mom. I told him to. He let it slip when I forced him to describe what he honestly thought of me when he first encountered me. I thought it was so cute and it is .. was our secret and no one ever thought to call me in an affectionate way before.”

“Mousey?”

“Ups, I’m sorry I let it slip.”

“That’s why we were laughing so hard Mom. That is Bill’s affectionate nick name for me.”

“I’m so sorry for what I did not do for you. It was emotionally very difficult when your father walked out on us.”

“That’s OK mom you will still be around for a long time yet and Grama won’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“You had best have her tell you but that is the main reason we are getting married today.”

“I think I will go over now and speak with her.”

We finished eating and stuck the dishes in the dishwasher and upstairs to dress as her Mom left for Grama’s.

The white silk dress on her is truly magnificent. We could search the world over and not find a more beautiful or more appropriate wedding dress than this. The Fisher coat is the crowning touch. I wore a dark blue suite and red tie. Let’s get legal. It was perfunctory and meaningful. Mousey’s Mom was on the plane back to Europe little more than an hour after the ceremony. I feel very sad in general over Mousey’s Mom. I’ll consult my folks about a second ceremony. They will be upset but I know they will understand. They will be ecstatic over Mousey’s and my good fortune of course. I want to make sure they get to know Grama. My Grandmother died a few years ago and I still miss her. We were also quite close so, in a way, Grama is a substitute and continuation of a relationship I am very familiar with. They are very different persons however.

That afternoon we had an early Dinner with Grama. She was very happy for us and apologized for pushing us into this.

“Grama, you saved me much agonizing Eryaman Escort Bayan over our decision making it much easier. The results would have been the same anyway.”

“William would have agonized over being able to afford it and we both would have agonized over where to live and what careers or business to pursue. We would have continued to make love and cherish each other. Just so many problems disappear.”

“Yes, only to be replaced with one enormous problem. Running a Fortune 500 company.”

“Ah, William has outdone Mousey at getting to the point. Are the two of you able?”

“Grama, I won’t cover it, I’m terrified.”

“Thank you for your frank and to the point response. But are you able?”

“Yes. I know you would not have put us in this situation if you didn’t think I was and I don’t have a clue as to what we are in for, but we love each other and have now pledged “for better or for worse” and I have faith that our love for each other will see us through. “Dear child you have no idea as you say, but the truth is that you have so much more to start with than I or your mother did that I have not a shadow of a doubt the two of you will do just fine. Go home and enjoy the rest of your very short Honeymoon.”

We go home and Bill takes control for the next few days and I was so glad that he did. I think he read my mind and mood as usual. I was in no shape mentally to cope with anything except the most basic, you know, eating and sleeping. Even sex was more than I could think about. What a horrible way to start our Marriage.

Being made love to is certainly wonderful and kept us connected but I was distraught over thoughts of Grama and Mom. Bill knew this and consoled me constantly. I really don’t know what I would do without him. This thought and remarks about this by Grama kept running through my head as well.

Classes are a gray haze. By mid week I begin to come to my senses and after Thursday classes I repay Bill for his love and attention during my blue funk. I suck his cock fully a number of times. Fur fondle him in ways I have never thought of before. I even get out my Kamasutra diagrams much to Bill’s amazement and delight. Propped them up on the headboard of the bed and have my way with him. I pleasure Bill in ways he had never experienced in all of his previous affairs. I could see it in his eyes with each new experience. I am feeling very good about my skills as a lover, fully capable of complete satisfaction for Bill and myself.

During Mousey’s blue funk I tried to console her as best I could and make love to her in ways that wouldn’t upset her already blue mood. In my mind’s free time I spent evaluating my current situation. It’s like I got my coat lapel caught in the door of a Bus pulling away and being drug down the street my arms and legs flailing in the air accomplishing nothing on my own. Mousey and Grama have taken control of my life and it is not at all a bad thing. Certainly every moment with Mousey is a moment to cherish.

I had not really thought seriously about career up to this point. I certainly knew I didn’t want to be a ball player despite the fact I am pretty good at it. It’s mainly a way to afford College. There were no clear choices on the horizon not that I couldn’t do any number of things. I am certainly an excellent cook. A Restaurant would be a lot of hard work but would be fairly easily attainable and could make for a nice living. It had been a fantasy of mine off and on and I certainly would enjoy the work. Mousey and I could easily accomplish doing that so it is not that there are not totally viable options.

Doing what Grama is asking of us is a whole other thing with enormous responsibilities and certainly and enormous amount of work. It is going to require a huge amount of study and the learning of enormous amounts of information. Learning is learning. If I have learned only one thing from Mousey it is that very thing.

There are the two of us and twenty four hours in the day. One hour at lest per day of sex, non negotiable, eight hours of sleep and two more or less eating and other basics. That leaves thirteen hours for work, school and travel. We have one year each of College so maybe four hours per day each of “Work” that is eight person hours per day of “Work” for the first year if we take a light Senior year each. Both of us are heavy on credits so we just have to do the required stuff to make graduation. I’ll have to drop Baseball hence the remainder of my Scholarship. I suppose I can get the Company to make me a loan to finish? Good. It can be done. Mousey must have just recovered from her funk. My presence is requested in the bed.

CHAPTER 8

Friday night Dinner with Grama. Mousey wore her happy coat and was actually happy by then and quite pleased, as was I, over her new and improved love making skills. I’m partly biting my lip in anticipation of how Mousey is going to portray this information. I can hear her thoughts as she is periodically distracted when in deep thought over something. It is just too priceless for her to keep it from Grama. Grama will sense something anyway. I’m just going to nod my head, watch and listen. Mousey wore nearly sheer beige silk big leg pants and top with nothing under. Is this “I’m so sexy clothes” or what? No one I have ever dated oozed this much pure sexuality.

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Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, one of many, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, Being Jim.

Being Jim -Ch.05- The Toe Job Challenge, Jim earns respect

By Frodov

This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is becoming rarer and rarer every day.

Sometimes to better understand the “whole”, the big picture in its present state you must pick a thread and follow it back through the weave to earlier times or events, to see the interactions that colored that thread or created it. Often one thread is formed from multiple smaller connected threads, much like the cloth is woven from many threads. But isn’t that life? This story, or the two of them, reach back to my time in college and my working full time mostly in a part time job delivering pizzas to pay my gas and insurance to allow me to commute to and from school and home. Remember this all happened before cell phones and the internet, cable TV was still in its infancy. The 80’s big hair bands, big hair, a different time.

The restaurant was a little noisy, well for three in the morning anyway. On my plate I pushed the remnants of a hot fudge cake around with my fork, idly looking around the dining room from my booth near the back just in front of the hostess’s station where they refill pitchers of soft drinks or coffee, and ring up customer’s orders on the computer. Across the table from me, my companion had her head down on her crossed arms as if sleepy or trying to take a nap out of boredom. Three booths down a clutch of college girls, probably sorority sisters, two obviously pledges were being loud and obnoxious, giving the waitresses a hard time.

Apparently there had been some drinking involved in their earlier activities in the evening. They were probably on their way back to the sorority house from a party but perhaps, wisely, stopped in at Jerry’s to have a bite to eat and sober up a bit. Jerry’s is a good place for that kind of thing, and lots of people had similar ideas. Most of the patrons were closing out the night, be it from partying or just getting off work from their jobs, like myself and miss sleepy head across the table from me.

I grinned wickedly knowing the truth. Yeah we had both just gotten off work, closing the campus pizza shop we were both working at, I was only helping out at that store whereas she, Terry, normally works there. Terry is a long time driver for the pizza store like me but since she goes to school yet at the university she lives near campus so it’s convenient for her. I’ve been out of school for a couple of years for reasons I won’t get into at this time but I work at most all the pizza chain’s stores around town and even some in neighboring towns. I’ve worked with the company for years, a veteran so to speak. Helping out at the campus store both wins me brownie points with management, making me welcomed when I might want to pick up some hours and I like to move around getting to know the other employees… like miss sleepy head across the table.

Our waitress stopped by the table asking me if I needed any refills or perhaps another serving of hot fudge cake, as she eyed my idle fork work on the plate through the chocolate sauce and crumbs. I smiled and nodded to Terry’s seemingly slumbering posture and said she might want to top off her coffee and I would appreciate a refill of my coke and thanked her. As the waitress was starting to walk away Terry’s fingers were clenching and un-clenching on her right hand and her left was rapidly slapping softly on the table top. My grin grew even more wicked as I flexed my right leg and foot a little more insistently under the table earning me a low drawn out moan from terry’s half opened mouth buried behind her curly auburn hair covering her face. Her legs were crossed and ankles scissored, locking her thighs tightly trapping my right foot solidly between them. My bare foot, or more specifically, my big toe pressed tightly against her swollen enraged clit, the other toes and most of my foot soaked with her abundant juices. Every time Terry would loosen up her legs as if thinking I were done and she could recover… I would press my foot and wiggle my toe erratically causing her to tense up and lock my foot down in that moist fleshy vice… and utter muffled profanities or groan or both. That hand and fingers clenching and un-clenching… the other tapping out as if crying uncle and conceding the wrestling match. But until she raised her head and pleaded, or rather conceded the bet to me I would continue my mischievous pedal administrations. Hell I hadn’t even brought my left foot into play… it was still safely ensconced in my loafer, firmly resting on the floor beneath the table.

About that time our waitress returned with a carafe Çukuramba of fresh coffee and topped up Terry’s cup and left me a fresh glass of soda asking if we needed anything else… as Terry batted the table top and practically growled through her hair, her head still down on her arms as if sleeping. The waitress looked at her then back at me with her eyebrows raised. I smiled sweetly and told her we might need a few more napkins when she got a second. About that time one of the sorority girls rolled out of their booth and puked on the floor next to their table. “Oh Lord” the waitress said as she hurried off to get a mop and bucket, signaling for another waitress to come help out. I couldn’t help but smile but not so much at the scene a few tables down but at the thought of how this unique situation had come to pass.

It’s true what people say, one’s reputation precedes you. You’re past actions however discrete you may think they were have a tendency to come back to visit you when you least expect them. Tonight was a case in point. Terry, like me is a long time driver with the pizza chain we work for. She also helps out at other stores around town when they need extra help or just someone to fill a vacancy from time to time. When you get around like this you tend to make friends with those you work with, some closer than others. This job with the hours we work tends to limit our social lives a bit sometimes as well, I mean there’s not a lot going on at two or three in the morning in this town and it’s a little late for things like normal dates and the like. As a result we tend to hang out with and party with our fellow employees, a lot. There are fast friendships that sometimes turn into romantic liaisons or more often than you would think, simply situations where people are friends with benefits so to speak.

Over the years I’ve worked with the pizza chain I’ve made a bunch of friends, oddly enough the majority of them are female. Now that might sound like I’m quite the stud and far be from me to abuse anyone of their opinions but it’s not exactly the case I’m afraid. I’ve always been a bit shy and reserved, especially around strangers or new acquaintances, that is… until they get to know me, and I get to know them. Most find that I’m pretty much a boy scout, helpful, honest, friendly… you know the whole nine yards, mister dependable. They also find that I have a wide open mind and am accepting to their own beliefs and lifestyles as long as they don’t try to press them on me. I do have a bit of a competitive streak and a wicked sense of humor when piqued. That said, I’ve found that many if not most of the girls I’ve worked with in the pizza chain view me as an okay guy, almost as a little brother at times, or in the words of several gals… I’m “cool”…Meaning that they are safe to be themselves around me and relax. You see, I’ve found that many of the ladies working for the chain, perhaps an inordinate amount of them are of shall we say an alternative sexual orientation. Many like guys just fine but prefer the company of other girls… they can swing both ways as it were. Some only spend time with their own gender, period, they have their reasons, most are sad as in they were at one time or more abused, accosted or flat out raped by a male member of our species. They were wronged and have never recovered or at least never forgiven.

At this time, the time I’m writing this story about, in the mid 1980’s, while society was becoming more accepting and progressive in its thinking about such matters of sexuality it was still pretty much frowned upon, especially when working the public. Running and operating a pizza delivery store was just such an operation that required a wholesome sort of image for the public and our customers. So most of the girls I’ve mentioned, and there were many of them, tended to hide their preferences from most. I on the other hand, as I’ve mentioned, was pronounced cool and I was privileged to see the real goings on and interactions. You might say I became educated in an unconventional way socially speaking. Hanging out with the ladies I learned the lingo, the body language, turns of phrases and even unspoken clues. I also learned a LOT about ladies in general, not just the ones that preferred the company of other women. I was taken under the wing… or many wings you might say and will forever be grateful for my education. And did I mention that once you were “in” you became known throughout the “community” and were accepted almost as family.

After hours parties became a staple for fellow employees, be they just gathering at a favorite late night eatery like Jerry’s or Ho-Jo’s (Howard Johnson’s) or at someone’s apartment or house. The latter, someone’s place was usually where most of the more interesting interactions or partying took place. Everyone could let their hair down, quite literally, and cut loose. Drinking, smoke some weed if you were into it, sometimes something Çukurambar Escort a little more unusual like some hash brownies or maybe some shrooms… remember we weren’t exactly rolling in money as a group so it tended to be a little more organic than higher end or higher priced mind altering substances like coke or harder stuff. This was long before things like Meth became so prevalent. And… of course… there was sex. Oh buddy was there ever! Of course not everyone was involved, but almost every gathering had someone, a couple or more, getting busy at some point. And those of us not involved were all hyper charged up and it was on our minds and in conversations as well. One of these late night parties in particular cemented my own reputation, that as I said precedes me in certain circles. Yeah, women talk! And HOW!

It was an early August evening and it was hot… sweaty nasty humid hot, even at now close to three in the morning it was still pretty warm. I had helped close up the shop after a busy Friday night and I got invited to come on over to one of the other manager’s house for a little get together. Kind of an impromptu BYOB party. Of course someone had some weed and everyone had beer or whatever they chose to drink. I didn’t smoke, but that is another story. I never was much of a drinker and hence I often got called upon to be the designated driver. I wasn’t driving anyone tonight though so I had had a few wine coolers, yes they were fashionable back then. The party had gotten started around two in the morning when most of the people who would show up, did. There was a card game going on, poker of one version or another, someone had fired up a couple of joints that were going around. I really wasn’t into cards and definitely not the smoke so I went outside on the deck where some of the “girls” had congregated. There was an above ground pool but there was a hole in the side so it wasn’t filled, the deck however was perfectly okay so it was in use, lounge chairs and a small table. That’s where I found Jules and her “friends”. Jules was a few years older than myself and another veteran driver for the store I first started at, in fact it was her that trained me on the job to start with. In a way she sort of saw herself as kind of a big sister I guess. She was also one of the first to pronounce me “cool” around the other ladies so they could relax and drop their front around me.

Jules also took great joy in teasing me and especially making me blush. Of course I blush at the drop of a hat so it wasn’t that hard for her to get me to shade when she wanted a giggle or two. Tonight was no different, especially since she’d already smoked her fill and drank enough that she was feeling no pain and was very relaxed amongst her peers and queers as she called them. As it was, I had joined their little group in the middle of a heated debate. You see, not all the girls in the group were one hundred percent Girl only in their sexual preferences. As such the topic of discussion was not getting settled and seeing as I happened to be of the gender in question the “question” was put before me. They wanted my opinion on the topic. Suddenly all eyes were upon me. Not knowing exactly what I was stepping into I screwed up my courage, probably aided somewhat by the little alcohol I had consumed already and asked what they were talking about. I should have known from the sudden huge grin on Jules’ face that I was in for it.

“Okay Jim, we were arguing about eating pussy!” She said grinning that grin and watching me turn red, but waiting for me to respond.

“Uhhh… Okay…” I said, blushing royally and waiting for her to continue.

“Most of us here think that only another girl would know how to please a woman and that guys just don’t know what they are doing and so they shouldn’t…” She paused letting that sink in… getting giggles from the girls agreeing with her and objections from the ones that were not. “As a guy, what would you say about that?” She finished and looked around at the other girls as if to say silently “this oughta be good.”

Still blushing and stalling for a moment I took another long pull from the wine cooler in my hand and looked around at the collection of girls on the deck that seemed to be hanging on my response. I did notice that Jules kept eyeing one of the newer girls in particular and it dawned on me that she was on the make. Jules had the hots for this new girl that worked at one of the other stores and would love to get her off by herself. Not that I could blame her, this girl Terry was just plain cute, standing about five foot six, smallish breasts, slim but not bony, weighing maybe one hundred and twenty pounds if that. Terry had longish curly auburn hair that seemed to bounce with every movement she made, her eyes were bluish green, almost turquoise but shined as if lit from inside. It was the eyes that captivated me, they reminded me so very much of someone else Escort Çukurambar I had known. Someone who was so special it caused a pain in my heart when I thought of her. Terry knew her as well… and two very special ladies in my life. While she tended to come off as a bit shy and quiet there was something about her that hinted at an intelligent dynamo of a personality just under the surface. This girl was deep, quiet but deep, intriguing. I could see why Jules was hot for her.

Jules on the other hand was not graced with feminine charm, whether by natural blessings or acquired mannerisms. Jules was… Jules. She stood a lanky five foot nine, maybe ten, I’m not sure how much she weighed but I’d guess around one hundred and forty five maybe. Jules was flat as a board in the chest department save for two very large nipples that if she went without at least a sports bra they stood out under any kind of shirt or top she wore, and they were pierced. She liked to change up the “jewelry” she wore in them, and yes, I’ve seen them on many occasions as she loved to see me blush, as I’ve already alluded to. Jules was not a classical beauty in the face either, a strong jaw, a longish “patrician” nose that may have been broken at some time in her past, heavy eyebrows and thin or fine baby fine reddish blonde hair that was closely cropped to the point of being boyish. Anyone not knowing Jules would instinctively peg her as being manly and suspect her sexual preferences in a glance. She was in your face and not ashamed of it. And I liked her, as a coworker and as a friend.

So there I was, half a dozen “girls” hanging on my reply to Jules’ question, not wanting to offend anyone, not wanting to make my friend look bad in front of her prospective new girl, but yet not willing to be entirely shamed as every other member of my gender. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a little personal pride, maybe it was my competitive nature, or maybe it was something else that I wasn’t even aware of at the time… but I stood up for my gender, sort of.

“I can’t speak for all the guys out there Jules, but some of us DO know what we are doing you know. It’s all a matter of education and practice.” I said, blushing still as I leaned against the railing of the pool decking. The girls all sitting in their various chairs and Jules propped up on the lounger all sat there with their mouths hanging open for a few moments before they all gasped or barked out a disbelieving laugh.

“SO you’re saying that guys can eat pussy better?” Jules challenged.

“That’s not what I said Jules, I said that not all guys are bad at it.” I corrected her thinking that I might want to be careful what I said from this point on, considering the company I was with.

“Well I don’t think any guy knows how to do it right. ” Jules proclaimed getting agreements from several of the girls with us.

“Well maybe you’ve just not met the right guys Jules…” I said before I could catch my mouth. “Oh fuck” I thought to myself, I’d put my foot in my mouth this time, that sounded all too much like a challenge and Jules was not one to back down from a challenge. Again mouths fell open and astonished noises flittered about from the group. I noticed Terry was paying close attention and studying me and Jules very closely indeed.

“You sound awfully confident in yourself there Jimbo, are you saying you know how to do it right?” Jules leered at me and grinned before draining the last of the beer in her bottle.

Blushing again, I tipped my bottle to her in salute before taking a swig and then answering, “I’d like to think I have some… skills… yeah.” setting my bottle on the rail and crossing my arms defiantly.

“Oh really?” Jules said… looking me up and down then looking around at her girls, lingering a moment more on Terry. “And would you be willing to put your money where your mouth is?” She asked.

“You mean like a bet?” I asked with a laugh thinking she couldn’t be serious, she was 100% lesbian, what was she going to do have me demonstrate on some other girl? Then I looked at Terry and then back at Jules, surely not! That’s just not Jules’ style.

“Yeah, Okay, a bet! ” She said smiling mischievously, the other girls sitting up straighter or leaning forward in their chairs following this closely.

I was suddenly aware of all the sounds around me, the music and laughter coming from inside the house, a slight breeze rustling the bushes and trees around the back yard, the crickets chirping, and my heart beating in my chest. Why was I getting excited?

“I’ve got five bucks that says you are no better than all the other guys and don’t know how to eat pussy either.” She leaned back in the lounger giving me that one eyebrow raised questioning look awaiting my response.

“Five bucks? Is that all?” I said laughing. “That makes me look pretty cheap, besides who exactly would I be performing for or rather on?” This got a giggle from several of the girls on the deck, even Terry chuckled a bit. Suddenly feeling cocky for some reason I added.” Tell you what, I’ve got ten says I can get a girl off going down on her.” And I raised my eyebrow mockingly throwing the ball back in Jules’ court to see what she would do next.

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It was the spring of 1971 and Cheri was an 18 year old senior at a small high school in a little river town in the Northern Mid-west. She was also everyman’s fantasy of what a hot 18 year old girl should look like too; long blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a killer tan body from hanging out at the river beaches all Summer long. Nothing excited her more than throwing on a skimpy bikini and flirting with all the boys on the beach. She always enjoyed seeing the bulges grow in their swimsuits! Her ” girl next door ” wholesome looks belayed the steaming vixen lying right under the surface.

The sweet Cheri had already begun experimenting with lesbian sex with a couple of her high school girlfriends, but had decided it was time to lose her virginity to a man. A real man that knew what he was doing, not just some high school boy fumbling around. Cheri was fairly sophisticated with kissing and foreplay from her lesbian episodes with her friends Katrina and Katie. Now she wanted a real cock between her legs instead of a teenage girl’s tongue!

Cheri had known the Fisher family since she was a very little girl. Bob and Gina Fisher had moved a few houses down from her folks right after they had been married at 18. They had two kids by now and Cheri had been their regular baby sitter since she was 12 years old.

Bob was the classic ” tall, dark and handsome ” and had almost an Elvis look to him. Bob and Gina were both in their early 30’s. Gina had let herself go the last few years, while Bob was better looking in his 30’s than he was at 18. They didn’t look right together as a couple anymore and Cheri always had the feeling that Bob was sexually frustrated. Turned out her hunch was right on!

Cheri had noticed the last couple of years that Bob had been nervous and tense around her when she arrived to baby sit. Once in awhile he would drive her home during bad weather and it was almost like he was dropping off a date. She always had the feeling that Bob was fighting the impulse to kiss her goodnight. Cheri also had to fight the same impulse to kiss Bob goodnight too. She found it an exciting prospect to roll around her head. Making out with a married man…

Bob had called Cheri and said that Gina and him were going to an overnight marriage retreat and if she could stay the night at the house with the kids the next week. He offered Cheri double time and that was a good chunk of change that she needed right now. She had been saving for a car. She always had a crush on Bob and he always had a soft Kızılay Escort spot for her too. Plus, Cheri was enjoying dressing up sexy for her baby sitting sessions and flirting a bit with Bob lately. She could tell that Gina was a little jealous and pissed at her too.

Cheri went over to the Fisher’s house on the appointed day for her baby sitting job dressed in a little ” naughty ” school girl’s plaid skirt and a tank top with no bra. Bob looked her up and down with hungry eyes as he gave here instructions and contact information for the night. Cheri bid them a good night as they left for the retreat. Sally and Ben were great kids and never any problem. Cheri played some kid’s board games, watched a little TV and sent them off to bed by 9 PM. They always slept like logs and Cheri had the whole house to her self and was getting paid to boot!

Cheri was dozing on the couch at about 1 AM when she was suddenly awoken by somebody unlocking the front door. It was Bob and she could tell he had been drinking a bit. He explained that he and Gina had gotten into a fight and he just left her at the retreat and headed for a bar on the way home to lick his wounds. He told Cheri that his marriage was going through some hard times and he didn’t know what to do.

Bob set down next to Cheri on the couch and spilled his guts out about how Gina wasn’t the same woman he had married, how she had let herself go and their sex life had dwindled down to nothing. The he started to sob. Cheri felt so sorry for him that she gave him a big hug right there on the sofa. He instinctively put his arms around Cheri and laid his head on her shoulder. Bob made Cheri feel like a real mature woman helping him through a tough time.

Bob suddenly lifted his head off Cheri’s shoulder so they were sitting face to face on the sofa. He put his right hand behind Cheri’s head and pulled her towards him and gently kissed her on the lips. She faked a little resistance as their lips met.

” Mr. Fisher, you a married man and… “

That’s as far as Cheri got as he pushed her down on her back, his tongue darting into her mouth as he held her hands over her head. Their kisses became longer and deeper. Cheri felt his breathing becoming heavier as his hands went for her firm teenage tits. He took Cheri’s tank top straps in each hand and yanked them down to her belly, exposing her breasts. He started at them, a feverish look in his eyes, as he went on a feeding frenzy of licking and sucking on her luscious Escort Kızılay C-cups. Cheri could do little except moan in ecstasy.

Bob’s left hand went beneath Cheri’s short, plaid skirt, hooking a finger around her now damp panties and gently rubbed her swelling pussy. Cheri let out a soft ” no, no ‘, while really meaning ‘yes, yes “, His lips met hers again, stifling her words into muffled moans. His naughty finger entered Cheri’s now wet pussy and massaged her hyper sensitive clit.

” Are you still a virgin, Cheri, ” Bob asked

” Yes ” Cheri said softly

” Well, you won’t be after tonight. ” Bob replied, lustily

With that, Bob got up off of Cheri and stood up, ripping off his clothes down to his briefs. Cheri could see the bulge in his shorts with a wet spot in front of pre-cum. He pulled down his briefs and his dick sprang up like a cobra ready to strike. All Cheri could do was look at that beautiful cock that would soon be stuck between her thighs.

” This may hurt a bit, but it will feel good too. ” Bob whispered

Cheri had already mastered the art of masturbating with various items around the house, including her Mom’s ” face massager. ” That’s what they had called vibrators in the old days. Her and a couple of her girlfriends had also used the vibrator on each other on occasion. Bob getting his dick in her virgin cunt did not present a problem.

Bob kneeled down in front of Cheri and unbuttoned her short skirt and threw it aside. He wrapped his fingers around the waistband of her panties and yanked them off. His eyes were feverish with passion as he stared at her tight, young, 18 year old naked body, flat on her back, with his cock twitching just inches from her warm tempting love hole. Bob lay back on top of Cheri and gave her long, deep kisses, their tongues intertwined as their moaning got louder. Bob lifted himself up a little, took his right hand to his throbbing dick and firmly spread Cheri’s tan legs.

” I don’t know if this is right, ” Cheri said innocently, ” your still a married man and…”

That’s as far as she got, as the next sound out of Cheri’s mouth was a sexy squeal as Bob slid his cock into her tight pussy. Cheri felt magical, fulfilled and wonderful as she felt every centimeter of Bob’s manhood inside her virgin cunt. He lost control and started pounding her little blond snatch like a cheap piece of meat her was trying to tenderize. Cheri started squealing again as his balls slapped her ass in Kızılay Escort Bayan an increasingly faster rhythm. Cheri wrapped her arms around Bob’s neck and held on for dear life, orgasms ripping through her like thunderstorms on a hot summer afternoon. The sounds of slapping flesh and loud moans filled the room.

” I’m gonna cum., ” shouted Bob.

With that said, Bob kissed Cheri deeply as she felt his swollen cock shoot it’s warm, milky payload of sperm into her virgin pussy. Cheri wrapped her legs around his sweaty torso and squeezed every drop of his cum into her steaming cunt. Bob collapsed on top of Cheri and whispered sweet love talk into her ears. They rolled over on their sides and he stared into Cheri’s clear blue eyes with a burning soft passion as he brushed back her blond hair with his hand.

” Thanks, my sweet Cheri, that was the best sex I have ever had. ” Bob said softly

Bob got up on his knees between Cheri’s legs. She decided this might be a good opportunity to get in a little cock sucking experience too. He started to get up, but Cheri grabbed his cock as she pulled herself up so her mouth was just inches from the swollen head of his beautiful penis. She gently put the head of his cock in her mouth.

” Agg”, Bob screamed, ” Oh, my God, Gina never does this; oh. “

Cheri sucked his dick like a pro until it was as stiff as a board again.

” Oh, God, I’m gonna cum again. ” Bob gushed.

Bob quickly pulled his cock from Cheri’s mouth and sprayed her pretty face with a warm bath of his cum. Cheri was in heaven.

Just then, headlights appeared in the driveway. It was Gina’s car! Bob and Cheri both sprang up, wiping the cum from their bodies and throwing on cloths just as Gina came through the door. She was pissed at Bob anyway, but she didn’t have a clue that he had just pumped a load of his cum into Cheri’s pussy and face moments before!

” I have to drive Cheri home. We can argue when I get back, ” Bob said sarcastically

Bob and Cheri were silent as they drove the short distance to her house. He parked in a dark part of the street and faced Cheri.

” Thanks again, Cheri, I needed that. “

He kissed Cheri and the kisses started growing deeper and deeper and they were both getting sexually excited again. Cheri moaned as her hand went to Bob’s zipper and unleashed his hard prick from his pants. She leaned over and put his stiff dick in her warm mouth again. She just couldn’t get enough cock! She sucked and sucked until Bob let out another gasp and shot his 3rd load of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop.

Bob and Cheri kissed a few minutes longer and she left him with a smile on his face. Cheri had just lost her virginity and was eager to try out her new found sexual skills in a small Northern town.

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Her jet black hair was bound in a tight French braid, accentuating her exotic, catlike almond-shaped eyes and her high, perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Her small, almost child-like pink mouth seemed to form a tiny pout as she studied the papers spread out before her. “Damn…” she kept murmuring, frowning to herself, completely oblivious to the man staring at her from across the nearly empty diner. One shapely leg swung rhythmically and the other was folded beneath her as she worked.

Kevin Duvall watched the petite Asian lady with undisguised fascination, his own blue eyes wide and admiring as he took in her delicate loveliness. There was something about her that had simply grabbed him from the moment he first saw her, six months ago. She was there every Thursday night, every Tuesday night, from seven to about ten or so, crunching numbers and working for hours on whatever it was she did. Since that night, so was Kevin. He sometimes felt mortified about the fact he blatantly spied upon her, and he was definitely sick of the food, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop coming.

Something was going to have to change, though, Kevin knew, because he was starting to feel like a stalker. He was a nice enough guy, good looking in that Blond-haired, blue-eyed all-American kind of way, 5’10 inches of strength and vitality that had never failed him when it came to scoring women. Hard, brutal work building houses had kept him lean and tough, but ever since he had first seen her, he hadn’t thought about anyone else. He had been sporting a nine-inch hard-on for six months now, and he was tired of jacking off in the bathroom every night he saw her.

Why didn’t she ever notice him? Kevin’s own frown deepened as he contemplated his situation and felt his familiar, painful tightening in his balls. It had become more than a physical ache—Kevin felt his heart squeeze painfully as he watched her.

It took him a moment to realize she was staring back at him. Kevin felt the fire race up to his face as her eyes locked with his. A perplexed expression was on her lovely face and her leg had ceased its movement. A jolt of electricity shot through Kevin and he felt himself pale as he watched her, horrified, get up and move towards him.

Her stride was smooth and determined, and Kevin could only stare as she stood beside him, barely five feet tall and far more lovely than he had imagined. Her exquisitely carved-face was tilted at an angle as she gazed at him with questioning, curious, beautiful eyes. Kevin felt like he was drowning as he noticed the flecks of green and gold in them, and the long, black eyelashes that framed them so perfectly. Intelligent, sensual, curious eyes that seemed to look him through and through to render him speechless.

“You were staring at me again.” She said, quietly, calmly.

Kevin felt as though he would die, and when he spoke, it seemed as though his words were lost in a different language. “Mfmdfdfdf…” He mumbled, his face flaming.

Suddenly, a warm, teasing smile spread across the girl’s face, and she laughed out loud. “I’m sorry, I’ve embarrassed you.” She said, reaching out to enclose Oran Escort his fingers with hers. “But I figured I might as well say hello or find somewhere else to work…you’re starting to distract me.”

Kevin paused, and when she laughed again, he felt himself laugh, too. “God, I’m such an idiot,” he apologized, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish grin. “My name is Kevin.”

“Mine is Laine.” She told him, sliding into the seat next to him with a warm grin. “So tell me,” she invited, in a conversational, teasing tone, “What is it that has you so fascinated?”

Kevin felt himself flush again, but her smile seemed genuine. He hesitated only briefly, then decided that the truth would serve him best. “I’ve been watching you,” he admitted, feeling slightly ashamed, “I think you are one of the loveliest girls I’ve ever seen, but I didn’t know how to approach you.”

“Only one of the loveliest?” She teased, caressing his hand gently and smiling.

“God, if you only knew!” Kevin blurted, feeling himself relax and start to really enjoy her. For a moment, he even forgot about his hard cock as she continued to smile at him. “I can’t think of anyone else, I haven’t been with anyone since I first saw you, that’s how spun I am!” he exclaimed.

“In that case, why don’t we get out of here?” She suggested, her tone taking on a definite suggestive tone. “I’m not dressed to go out, but if you’d like, you can follow me back to my place and I could change.”

Kevin turned his admiring eyes towards her outfit. As always, she was dressed in a trim, perfectly tailored suit, wine-colored today that seemed to both conceal and enhance her figure. Lust jolted him again as he imagined being in her apartment and perhaps seeing what was beneath that professionalism.

She was smiling wickedly at him, and Kevin smiled sheepishly as he realized he had gotten lost again. Jumping to his feet, he followed her to the table she had been at and watched as she gathered her things. “You must have a tough job,” He commented. “What is it that you do?”

She only smiled mysteriously at him as she slung her shoulder bag and case over her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

The drive took only five minutes, but it seemed excruciatingly long to Kevin as he followed her 2001 Saturn through the rainy night. At last, they pulled into a quiet parking lot of a well-maintained complex. Kevin turned off his own car and waited, his hands shaking, as he watched her get out of her car and approach his.

The rain on her smooth, make-up free face seemed natural and she looked wild and exotic as she smiled at him. “Are you coming?” She asked, grinning at him.

He jumped out of the car and followed her as she led him to the apartment, opening the door and disappearing inside. Immediately, Kevin took in the warm, inviting home, with its rich tapestries and cherry wood furnishings. It felt like another world—totally different than his own Spartan plywood junk that he had been so proud of.

Kevin felt himself drawn further into the room and he turned, admiring everything around him, feeling the person Laine was in every Oran Escort Bayan possession and style that the room showed.

“Do you like it?” She asked, softly. Kevin turned, and for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, was speechless. Laine was leaning against the doorway, her long, raven hair free of its tidy braid and falling in soft waves down to her toned, tiny waist. Gone was the neat suit…she stood there, in all of her naked glory, her small, perfect breasts topped by rock-hard dark nipples and areola the size of silver-dollars.

Kevin’s eyes dropped to the cleft between her legs and felt his mouth go dry as he saw the hairless mound, and he felt himself begin to tremble as she looked at him with those amazing, sensuous eyes. “Come here.” She beckoned, drawing him towards her.

As if possessed by a force greater than himself, Kevin moved towards her. Dropping to his knees, his hands rose to encircle her waist. He pressed his face against the gentle swell of her belly, inhaling the exotic jasmine of her perfume, and felt her small hands play with his hair, stroking him gently. “I want to make love to you.” He whispered.

She answered by parting her legs a bit, and Kevin began to kiss the inside of her thigh. Her body blazed with heat and the wetness was on her thigh, waiting for his tongue. He tasted her, groaning with desire as she crooned to him softly, tugging at his hair and moaning softly as he drew her down to the floor and parted her legs, burying his face in her succulent, tiny pussy.

She was tasted like flowers, he thought, deliriously, hearing her cries as he ran his tongue deep into her cunt, drinking her essence like it was a fine nectar. Delicious, and unlike anything he had ever experienced—it seemed like witches’ brew, almost burning his tongue as he worked himself towards her pleasure. He felt her body spasm on his tongue and felt the warm blast of her pussy juice streaming on his face and he lapped it up, feeling like a man possessed.

“More!” She cried, her voice strained with passion, as she spread her legs for him, her body magnificent in the light of the storm. Kevin tore at his jeans and his rock-hard cock jumped free, twitching as his fingers caressed her soaking pussy. And more she got, as he plunged that desperate cock into her, crying out with the most primitive of voices as he felt her vice-like velvet folds absorb him into the tightest, most pleasurable places he had ever been. Unable to bear it, Kevin felt himself explode deep inside of her and screamed out loud with pleasure, at the same time groaning with disappointment. She answered by rolling him over and straddling him, her tight pussy holding him deep inside her as she began to fuck him with slow, deliberate strides. Kevin moaned as his cock grew even harder and he felt her unbelievably snug cunt milking his cock, drawing him towards another orgasm.

“I love you!” Kevin gasped, reaching up to caress her breasts, looking up at her exquisite form and feeling the trueness of his words fill him. She smiled at him and bent low to kiss him, and their lips locked and held, their tongues Escort Oran echoing the steady pumping of his cock in her pussy.

“Make me come for you again….” She whispered in his ear, electricity shooting through them as they moved together. Kevin seized her by the waist and pulled her beneath him again, feeling crazed with lust. Her legs wrapped around him and he plunged his dick in her over and over as she screamed her encouragement. Never in his wildest fantasies of the most brutal of rapes had he been this forceful, this wild—and as he felt himself thrusting wildly into this beautiful, exotic girl, he felt himself come like he had never come before in his entire life. His cock seemed to fill with fire as it erupted deep into her depths and secretly he prayed he would impregnate her and bind her to him for life.

“Yes!” She screamed, contracting beneath him and gushing around his still-hard cock. “Fuck me harder, give it to me! Don’t stop!”

He felt like he was outside of himself as he turned her over and pulled her onto all fours. Kevin felt like an animal as he buried himself in her cunt again, admiring her sculpted back and the firm, round ass. She really was a tiny, delicate thing, molded perfectly…but so, so small! His mind told him to be decent, to spare her, but even as he thought this, his eyes widened and he parted her ass cheeks, pausing briefly, waiting for her to protest. When she only groaned, he took his pussy-juice-wet nine-inch cock and speared her ass with it, sinking into her ass with a yell.

Even though he had already come twice, Kevin felt his balls tighten. The feel of her hot asian ass clasped around his long-neglected dick and months of lusting for her and falling in love with the idea of her made his rock-hard cock throb. Beneath him and on her knees, she seemed like the perfect picture of subservience, a girl willing to do anything for her man. He felt like a monster as he fucked her, and yet so fulfilled and consumed by love and passion.

“I want to come inside your pussy…” He groaned.

“Anything…anything!” She moaned, riding his cock like an American cowgirl with her tight little ass.

He pulled his cock free and buried it in her again, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. He felt her come again, triggering his own orgasm. Come burst out of him, filling her well-fucked pussy with his hot cream for the fourth time. He collapsed against her.

“Oh my god!” He said to her, as he pushed her wild, sweaty hair from her smiling face. “I wish I had said hello to you six months ago!”

She reached up and drew his face down towards hers and kissed him. “You did…but it was your heart talking.”

Kevin smiled down at her and nodded. “It really was.” He agreed, pulling her closer. “I love you.” Suddenly, he laughed. “Anyway, what exactly have you been up to all this time? You always seem to have so much work, and you never stop. What are you working on?”

She grinned at him. “I’m a teacher. Those were lesson plans, grades, tests…the usual stuff. But sometimes, I just brought work along to watch you looking at me.”

Kevin began to laugh. “You brat,” he scolded, playfully. “I bet you teach those kids a lot.” He said, sincerely.

As she drifted off to sleep in his arms, Kevin sighed with satisfaction and contentment. He knew in that moment he was never going to find anyone like her—and was going to marry this Asian delight.

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I’m so tired, tired of being so shy. Paralyzed with anxiety each time I have to interact with someone else. Moreover, it has prevented me from getting any meaningful romantic relationship.

I’m already 22, and I haven’t got a girlfriend yet, let alone kissed a girl. I’m just hopeless. I don’t have the guts to approach girls that interest me, and when they do the first step, I just freeze.

But now I started a new job, and I don’t have a choice anymore. I have to learn how to not be so shy. My new boss is so attractive. I stutter every time I have to talk to her. It’s preventing me from doing my job correctly. I don’t even know how I passed the interview. I was a mess during it. I couldn’t get two-sentence together, and each time I peeked at her, I couldn’t help but see her plunging cleavage. I flustered so much that I looked like a stop sign. Somehow, I think she thought it was funny cause she wouldn’t stop smirking. A bit like today :

Perking out of nowhere in my cubicle, my boss asked me: “Hey Alex, did you call the client to let him know we received his order?”

Startled by her sudden apparition, I stumbled to answer: “I…I… Yes, Ms. Stevens. I called Mr. Carlson. He said he’d send a guy to pick it up.”

“I already told you. Don’t call me Ms. Stevens. Just call me Leah. But good job anyway. Keep it up.” she winked at me.

Still, again she seemed to smirk or find something funny about my struggles to answer her. I have to fix this problem. It’s not only hard for me to talk to my stunning 30 yrs old boss, but I’ll never get a girlfriend if it continues like this.

That’s when I saw this weird ad on my phone while browsing the web. You know how a phone sometimes just seems to be able to read your mind and send you an ad for things you only thought? That was one of these moments. The ad read: “Fix your self-confidence issues while sleeping!! Free hypnosis program!”. It’s free so I thought, why not try it? I saved the link and thought about looking it up once at home.

Later at my apartment, I was finally back in my comfort zone. It’s so comfy being home. Here, I can lose myself in books. Call my friend when I feel like it or just go on quiet walks whenever I want to. Still, I feel like something’s missing. As much as this type of living is easy, I always end up feeling a bit bored from the loneliness. Also, it’s killing me that I’m still a virgin at 22. All my friends roast me about it whenever they get the chance.

Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot about it! The link for that hypnosis program was still on my phone. What a strange web page. It says to enter your email to receive the instructions. I’m definitively not giving my good address for this. I’ll just use my second email address for discounts, publicly, etc… After that, I didn’t receive an answer immediately, so I continued with my bachelor’s evening.

Before going to sleep, I checked one last time. Oh, here it was. An email named: “First step to self-confidence file 01”. The email explains that I’ll receive an email with a Tunalı Escort file every day for the next 5 days. It also mentions that I have to listen to them laying in bed when I go to sleep. Alright, I guess I’ll do what it says. It doesn’t seem too complicated. With my headphones on I started the file. At the start, only some soft music played, a bit like at those spas. Then, a soft feminine voice spoke to me:

“Take a deep breath. Hold it. Hold it. Now, release,” she asked of me. The voice continued to make me do some meditation and breathing exercises.

The more time passed, the harder it was to stay awake. I started to lose track of time. Falling in and out of sleep, the last thing I remember hearing was: “At the count of three, you will fall asleep. One. Two. Three. Sleep.” and a snap of a finger. After that, I don’t remember anything.

I woke up the next morning, just a few minutes before my alarm. Somehow, I felt energized and refreshed. More than I had in a long time. My headphones were right beside me. I guess I must have taken those off during the night. Also, I was pitching a mighty tent in my underwear. I don’t remember the last time I had a morning wood this intense.

Seeing that my dick was so needy for attention, I decided to rub one out before the shower. As soon as my hand contacted my dick, I felt how rock-hard I was without even having to watch any porn. I could hear myself panting from the excitement. After only a few minutes of stroking, I surprised myself. I was already on the verge of cuming. And…Fuck, uhh? My dick is already throbbing, I can feel it. It’s pumping cum. Shit. One spurt after another, I’m cuming on my chest. Usually, I would have gotten a tissue, but I got surprised by my speed. Goddammit. I feel like a stupid teenager that doesn’t know how to jerk off.

After that I jumped in the shower, quickly forgetting about this little accident. Before getting in my car to go to my job, I looked back at the email, and I already had received the second file for today. For a free service, it seemed impressively well done.

Once at the office, my stunning boss greeted me like she does every day. Her brilliant smile and flowing brown hair radiated her positive energy as always.

“Hey, good morning Alex! How are you?”

At that point, I thought to myself that it might be a good idea to try my “new confidence”. Usually, I would just say: “Good, thank you.” then avert my eyes, and go to my cubicle. But no today!

“I’m good Ms…I mean Leah. What about you?” I replied, my voice a bit shaky.

“Oh, finally. You started to call me Leah. When you call me Ms. Stevens it makes me so feel old, haha. But yes, I’m good too, thanks. Also, don’t forget today we’re supposed to get the new inventory list of our supplier.”

Finally, I was able to talk “normally” with an attractive woman. Even though it was still nerve-racking to do so, I did it. I was so happy, but so was my little guy down below. Usually, I’m not that sensitive. Anyway, I’ll just go Tunalı Escort Bayan sit at my place and ignore it.

Later that day, I impressed myself again when the other sales rep girls from my department invited me to go eat with them, and I accepted. Usually, I would have come up with a lame excuse, but not today. In the end, they were nice, and even though I didn’t talk much, it was pleasant for once to not eat alone in my cubicle. The rest of the day seemed to go by so fast.

At the end of the day, as I tried to start my car, it did nothing but whine a bit. I didn’t need that. I had just gotten it fixed. I tried to call my car mechanic, but at this hour the garage was already closed.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Leah called to me from her car parked just a few spots away from me.

“Oh, it’s nothing. My car’s not starting. I’ll just call a cab and get this figure out tomorrow.”

“Don’t you live close to this Lebanese grocery store? It’s on my way home. Just hop in. I’ll give you a ride,” she said to me.

I was just so embarrassed at this point. I would have preferred to refuse it, but I was too shy to say so. Once inside her car, I tried to make small talk to again test my “new self-confidence”.

“Thanks, Leah. But you didn’t have to bother yourself for me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t be a good supervisor if I didn’t have the back of my employees.”

“Also, don’t you usually pick your son up on your way home?” I asked.

“It’s my ex’s week. Even though, I would still have helped you,” she winked at me.

It was hard to believe that this woman had a child. She had such a sexy figure. Even in her professional attire, she managed to let her beauty show itself. Her pencil skirt tastefully traced her curves. She had taken off her black blazer, revealing her thin buttoned shirt under it. I could see the shape of her bra that was left with the hard task of containing her breasts. Confined in this small space, I could easily smell her warm perfume. There was no way of escaping it. I could feel myself growing a bit “hot” in my pants. In an attempt to be sly, I covered my lap with my bag. Like that, she couldn’t see my boner.

“I saw you today. You went to get lunch with the girls.”

“Yeah, sorry. I should have invited you too.”

“I was too busy anyway. But I’m impressed. She finally made her move.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you didn’t notice it? Well, I’ll just give you a hint. Maybe one of those girls has a crush on you. But if they ask you, I didn’t say anything,” She replied giggling like a schoolgirl.

I just had an incredulous look on my face. Why would anyone have a crush on me? What is wrong with that person?

“You’re such a pure and innocent soul. It’s so cute.” she continued.

“I guess, I’m just oblivious to those things…” I replied.

“Don’t worry, it’ll become easier to figure out those things once you’re older like me.” she teased me.

“Hey, I’m not so young. I’m already twenty-two. Escort Tunalı And neither are you old. You’re barely thirty.”

“Don’t say the number… I’m still psychologically recovering from it. Just say twenty-nine plus one,” she laughed.

“Oh, you’re so dramatic. Anyway, you can let me off on the next corner.”

“Alright. Hey, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8 am. I don’t want you to give me some bad excuses for why you’re late.”

“Ok, boss,” I replied as I got out of the car, having completely forgotten about my boner. When I stood up, my pants cock-propped-tent was directly at the height of her eyes. In an instant, I saw that she saw it. I immediately became flustered, and so did she. After a moment of silence, she broke down laughing.

“Hahaha. Oh, isn’t beautiful to be young. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Wood,” she laughed, driving away.

Fuck, that was so embarrassing. I can’t believe I showed her that. Anyway, once I was back in my apartment, I was back in my comfort zone. Reflecting on all the events of the day, I think the hypnosis file must have worked! I got to speak with a bunch of girls at work. I even got to know my supervisor a bit more. Maybe, with a bit of luck, at the end of the program, I’ll have enough courage to ask a girl out on Tinder or something like that.

When it was time to sleep, I again got my headphones and started the file. This time though, I was determined. I wanted to stay awake this time. I wanted to know what the mysterious voice told me in my sleep that made all this difference.

I pressed play and the same music as last time played. Again, the lady guided me through some breathing exercises. The voice made me do some meditation, and it came to the same part as last time:

“At the count of three, you will fall asleep. One. Two. Three. Sleep.” and a snap of a finger…

I felt as if I had fallen into the void only to land on my bed. Everything was blurry. Sounds seemed to originate from nowhere. Then, in the distance, the silhouette of a woman appeared. Slowly, she walked toward me. Each step seemed to highlight her magnificent figure.

No words were spoken. She sat on the bed beside me. She wore a white satin nightdress. For some reason, she seemed so familiar, but in my dream-like state, I couldn’t tell. Her hand approached me and landed on my knee. Her finger stroked my inner thigh, getting ever closer to my crotch. I could feel myself getting aroused. Her warm perfume and soft touch had gotten me more than excited.

Her hand seemed to slow down as she got even closer to my cock. At this point I was so erect, it stood straight in the air, throbbing. She was biting her lower lip. The tension between us only seemed to grow more intense. I could feel my dick and pelvic muscles convulse before she even had a chance to touch me. She lifted her hand to touch my cock head with her index. As she was about to contact it…I woke up.

Like yesterday, I had this feeling of energy and freshness. And a massive hardon. I lifted my underwear to look at it, and I saw that I was already drooling precum. Is this a side effect of the program? Also, I feel like I just forgot something important. But aside from putting on the headphones and hearing the voice count to three, I don’t remember anything else…

To be continued…

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