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“Kale! Caulifla! The lesson is up here!” Professor Zamasu interjects, grabbing our attention,

“Sorry, sir,” I reply, “It won’t happen again.”

“I won’t warn you two again.”

“Understood. Please, forgive us.”

He gives us a demanding glare before returning to the lecture. I sigh in relief before turning to glare at Caulifla, who’s struggling to hold back her laughter.

“I told you,” I whisper to her, “Now, could you please listen to me? You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“You really expect me to now?” she whispers back after composing herself, “That adorable squeak of yours isn’t really helping your cause.”

“Caulifla, please. This is the third time he’s said something. And it doesn’t sound like he’s in the mood for another.”

“Well, then, I guess you should really focus on not giving him a reason to, then, huh?”

Before I can say anything else, I’m interrupted with her hand creeping up my skirt again, stopping me from saying anything else.

“Ah, ah,” she whispers in a sultry tone, “You wouldn’t wanna be a bad girl and disrupt the teacher again, would you?”

I bite my lower lip as she gently strokes her finger along my panties, gently rubbing across my clothed slit. I can’t even scold her now because that’s how I lost composure last time. So I have to choke back the urge and scold her when I can. But she’s dead set on making this impossible for me. She progressively pushes my panties aside with each stroke as she leans closer to my ear.

“What’s wrong, Kale?” she whispers, “You look like you’re just dying to say something. If you’ve got something to say, just say it. But remember, you need. To stay. Quiet.”

She giggles as she slightly picks up her pace. Her strokes get longer as she takes my ear lobe between her teeth, sending jolts of sensations throughout my body. I grip onto my desk, suppressing the urge to let her have it right here, right now. Just gotta wait until class is over in…42 seconds. Ok. I can do this. Nothing to it.

She then “accidentally” slides two of her fingers inside of me again, making me grip tighter onto my desk and bite harder on my lip. She then gives a fake apologetic look before grinning at my blatant struggle to keep quiet and sliding her fingers in and out of me. She then starts counting down in her low tone that she knows drives me insane, following along to the time left of class.

“10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…”

The bell rings and everyone stands up to leave. Taking advantage of the camouflage our classmates just created by standing and chatting, I bring my sweater sleeve to my mouth, moaning into it as Caulifla slows down her movements. Once she comes to a complete stop, she locks eye contact with me before sliding her fingers out of me and bringing them to her mouth, sucking my essence clean from them. She then giggles before saying,

“Thanks for the treat, Kale,” she says, giving me a grin, “So sweet. You’re always there when I need something to hold me over until lunch.”

“You’re so gross,” I respond, folding my arms,

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. Alright, I’m sorry. How about I treat you to lunch later? Anything you want. How’s that?”

“…It’ll be a start.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s move. I’ve got a sparring date with that Tarble fucker in PE.”

“Caulifla.”

“Ugh, Tarble guy.”

At least she’s trying. We pack up our stuff and head to the door before Professor Zamasu stops us in our tracks saying,

“Ah! You two, stay. I need to have a word with you.”

I groan in frustration before turning to Caulifla,

“Now look what you did,” I say,

“Oh, calm down,” she responds, “It’s only the second week. He’s not gonna do anything crazy. Most we’ll get is the ‘disappointed’ speech and ‘Don’t do it again’ treatment.”

Well, she’s right. With it being only two weeks in the semester and this being our first and only offense, I doubt he’d actually consider doing anything drastic. But I still feel terrible. He’s only trying to do his job. It’s not fair for us to disrupt him like that.

He gestures for us to sit at his desk. We oblige his order, taking two seats from two desks and placing them in front of his. But as I take my seat properly, Caulifla turns her seat backwards before sitting down.

“Caulifla,” I say to her, “Sit normally. This is our professor. At least show respect to him by sitting right.”

“What? He’s gonna be a stickler on how I plant my a-…butt in a chair now?” she says back,

“Caulifla,” Professor Zamasu intervenes, “You’d be wise to listen to your friend. I’m your teacher and you will give me the respect I deserve.”

She groans before standing and turning her chair around and sitting down properly. She then gestures her hands in a patronizing manner before folding her arms. Çorum Escort Why is she doing this now?

“You know what?” He says, “I have a feeling I’m going to have a few more meetings with you, so I’ll save what I need to say to you for then. But in regards to both of you, I will not be made a fool of in my own classroom. I’m here to teach. You’re here to listen. There is no in between. Any disagreement with that transaction goes right outside that door, which is where the two of you will be headed if this conversation is repeated. Now, from the look of your tran***********s, I’ve seen stellar performances from you both. Especially you, Kale. So I don’t know where this newfound behavior sprouted from, but it ended right as that last bell rang. There will be no more intrusion. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I reply.

He then turns his attention to Caulifla, who’s pretending to be asleep. For goodness sake, this is seriously not the time!

“Ms. Caulifla!” he erupts, grabbing her attention, “Consider this your final warning.”

“Oh, well, I’m sowwy, mistew Zamasu,” Caulifla says in a mocking tone, “You’we wight. I’ve been a vewy bad giwl.”

“Caulifla, stop,” I beg,

“No, when he’s right, he’s right, Kale,” she continues, “Who are we to disrupt such a devoted being? I mean, here he is, earning his annual income of five cents and a half eaten moldy bologna sandwich, throwing a tantrum about the slightest inconvenience he can just because it makes him feel like a big man. I mean, with no one to give it to, he’s gotta swing that little needle around when he can. Otherwise, what does he have to live for?”

I can’t believe she’s really doing this. If she didn’t wanna go to college with me, why did she even apply? Professor Zamasu takes a breath before saying,

“Are you finished?”

“I don’t know. You tell me. You seem to know exactly when something’s finished. I mean, just take a look at the belief of anyone who thought you’d actually make something of your pitiful existence. How is Gowasu, by the way?”

Silence. She didn’t just say that. There’s no possible way that Caulifla would be so heinous. She’s said and done some pretty harsh things, but this is low. Even for her. Professor Zamasu gives her a death glare. And she just leans back in her chair, bringing her hands behind her head as she puts her feet on the desk. What’s gotten into you?

“What’s wrong, teach?” she says, “Come on, you said you’d save your comments for when I misbehaved again. So where are they now? Hm?”

I’ve had enough of this.

“Professor Zamasu, I am so sorry,” I intervene, “She’s never acted like this before. I’m sure she’s just stressed from the school year so far. You know us Saiyans: no one can predict our next move when it comes to our emotions.”

“No, no, it’s quite alright, Kale,” he says, taking off his glasses, “There’s no need to defend her. She’s her own person. She’s a grown woman who can take care of herself. And from this point on, that will include her education. Farewell, Caulifla.”

What?! No! I need to fix this. Please tell me there’s a way to fix this.

“Professor, please don’t make such rash decisions on a whim,” I beg, “She w-”

“My decision is final,” he interrupts, “I will not tolerate such disregard of authority. Caulifla, please.”

He gestures to the door and she just sits there, wearing a smug grin, not even fazed by the severity of the situation. Well, if she’s not gonna make the effort, I guess I’ll have to make up for the both of us,

“Professor,” I plead, “I’m begging you. Please reconsider. She may not show it by traditional standards, but her mind is fixated on attending this school. She worked herself to the bone just to put chances in place to get here. She needs this. All she wants to do is become the best in every field that she can. And the only way to do that is to attend this school to truly test her abilities. Some of the strongest martial artists to ever exist are here and they’re the only ones who can compete with her. So please, change your mind. For her future.”

He looks at me with a look of consideration. Did that do it? Please tell me he bought all of that. I feel terrible, but in time, maybe she will come to actually want to better herself here. Hopefully.

“Fine speech,” he retorts, “But if she has as much of a drive as you say, I’ll need to hear it from her. Caulifla?”

She leans up on the chair and says,

“Alright, I’m gonna straighten this up. Everything that girl just said is bullshit.”

Dang it, Caulifla.

“I don’t have that much of a desire to be here. It’s school, it’s you, and the people here smell like beer and feet. But with that being said, I’m only enduring it for her. So if I have to endure all of that, you’re gonna have to endure all of this.”

“I Çorum Escort Bayan see no-” he starts before Caulifla interrupts with,

“Yeah, yeah, insubordinate and churlish and whatever. But before you hit me with any of that crap, how about I make the deal a bit more enticing?”

“What are you implying?”

“Well, seeing as we both have to look forward to the travesty that is college life, maybe these two girls in your presence can…you know…make it a little…worthwhile.”

What exactly is she suggesting? Because I don’t know if I like the sound of it.

“Caulifla,” I start, “What exactly are you offering?”

“Oh my g- I’m saying he can bang us whenever he wants.”

Once again, deafening silence. I’m speechless. Professor Zamasu looks like his world’s been turned upside down. And my mind is just all over the place. Why would she suggest something so outlandish? How did that thought even come to be? What’s she planning? She can’t be serious. And I can’t tell if it’s worse if she is or isn’t.

“Yup,” Caulifla reiterates, “Us two can just do whatever you want as long as we’re here. Sound good?”

I can’t even bring myself to step in to make her chances of staying here more favorable. How can someone possibly hope to stay somewhere after pitching an idea involving breaking multiple rules and laws? What’s the matter with her?!

“I’ve heard enough of your nonsense!” Professor Zamasu shouts, “You’re starting to get on my last nerve, Caulifla. Now, I want you to-”

…

“Oh, I’m listening,” Caulifla says, rubbing her hand across the front of Professor Zamasu’s pants, “Go on. Tell me you want me to stop. Just tell me at any point and I’ll stop without hesitation.”

She…she just teleported right in front of him. Forget being kicked out of school. Heck, forget imprisonment. We’ll be lucky if we don’t end up in an insane assylum. Caulifa continues rubbing the front of Professor Zamasu’s pants, giving him a devious grin. But most surprising of all is the fact that he isn’t saying or doing anything about it. She’s invited him to tell her to stop, but he hasn’t done it yet. Why?

“You don’t want me to, do you?” she continues in a seductive tone, “You can’t lie to me. I can feel how much you want it. Did I excite you with my offer? Does the thought of two saiyan college girls worshiping their professor sound appealing? Yeah, it’s quite the offer, huh?”

Professor Zamasu doesn’t say anything in response. He’s just giving her a look. I don’t know what that look means. Is he…actually…considering? Caulifla pushes him back down on his chair, planting her foot on his chest. She then grabs the bottom of her skirt and slightly lifts it up. Wait, didn’t she tell me that she didn’t wear any underwear?

“This could be yours all year,” she says, “Your two bad girls could be your freeuse college sluts whenever you want. All you need to do is keep your trap shut. You do that~”

She leans closer and continues with,

“And you can stuff us with that wondeful cock of yours whenever you want with no questions asked.”

She pushes herself off of him, sitting on the desk.

“So do we have a deal?”

I might as well just walk out right now. What is Caulifla thinking? This is a being who takes pride in his work. To make such a lewd offer to someone of his stature is career, social, and freedom suicide. There’s no way he’d even entertain the idea of-

“I’m not convinced,” he replies, “I believe a trial is in order.”

…what? Is this actually happening? There’s no way. She must’ve done something to my mind earlier. That’s the only reasonable explanation. There’s no way this is reality. Caulifla chuckles before saying,

“You drive a hard bargain, professor. Now, let’s see how hard you can drive it.”

She grabs my arm and leads me around the desk before hopping off the desk and getting on her knees in front of him, pulling me down along with her.

“Kale,” she says, gesturing to his pants, “Would you do the honors?”

I hesitate. I still can’t wrap my head around all of this. How is any of this real?

“Come on,” Caulifla pries, “He’s not gonna bite. And I’m really curious of what he’s got.”

Ok. If this is reality and if this actually happening, maybe I shouldn’t question it so much. If he’s giving me consent and we’re in control, then there’s no issue. Right? I bring my hands to his pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. I then grab the hem of his briefs and pull them down along with his pants, revealing his huge erection.

“Woah,” Caulifla says in amazement, “Check out the size of this guy. I bet you feel so lucky right now. Two girls in front of you, willing to share this wonderful dick of yours.”

She brings her hand to his shaft, unable to even wrap her Escort Çorum fingers around half of it. She then starts gently stroking it up and down, earning light gasps from Professor Zamasu.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Caulifla says in a sultry tone, “Feels good, doesn’t it? You like my hand stroking you like this? Going up…and down. Such a pervert. But this isn’t enough, is it? It’s gonna take a little more than my hand to get you off, yeah?”

She giggles before leaning closer to his member, sticking her tongue out as she licks his length. He lets out a slightly louder gasp as Caulifla drags her tongue along his shaft. Once she reaches the tip, she puts it in her mouth with a moan. Professor Zamasu lets out a groan, bringing a hand to her head and stroking her hair.

I must admit, seeing all of this is really turning me on. It’s so wrong. All three of us could get in some serious trouble if we’re caught. It’s so exciting.

I then feel his hand on the back of my head, taking me off guard and making me gasp in response. He then gently forces me to the base of his member. Not wanting to disappoint my professor, I stick out my tongue and start licking his testicles. He groans louder in response as he starts stroking my hair as well.

He tastes so good. And the combined sounds of both Caulifla and Professor Zamasu enjoying themselves just elevates everything. Caulifla takes more of his member in her mouth and I start sucking harder on his testicles. He groans even more from our combined actions, tilting his head back and tightening his grip on our hair.

After moments of pleasuring Professor Zamasu, I start to feel Caulifla’s fingers rubbing against my slit, making me moan. I decide to return the favor, bringing my right hand to her exposed center and rubbing it, making her moan, too. Professor Zamasu groans louder and louder from the elevated pleasure our moans brought.

But he suddenly pulls us both off of him, taking a second to compose himself. Cualifla chuckles before saying,

“Don’t tell me you were about to bust already. If so, I might just reconsi-”

He interrupts her by pulling her up by her hair and pushing her against the desk. He then does the same to me, pushing me right beside her. He then lifts her leg with his left hand, alligning his member with her nether regions. He looks her directly in her eyes, giving a sinister grin before thrusting forward and shoving himself inside of her. Caulifla lets out a sharp moan from the sudden action, causing Professor Zamasu to smile more.

He then brings his right hand to my center, pushing my panties out of the way with his fingers and rubbing my lower lips. I let out a moan from his touch. He’s so rough, but so gentle at the same time. I could get used to being his play thing.

As he massages my center, he starts thrusting in and out of Caulifla, making her moan louder with each thrust. The look on his face along with the force of his thrusts says it all. He’s being so rough with her, almost as if intentionally trying to hurt her. But Caulifla being Caulifla is enjoying every second of it, giving him a smirk of her own as he relentlessly shoves himself in and out of her.

“Y-you’re go-gonna have to…fuck…do better than that, o-old timer,” she says in between moans, “I-I can…barely…ffffeel a thing.”

Professor Zamasu then brings his hand to her throat, pinning her to the tabe as he continues his merciless thrusts, speeding up his movements, making her moan even louder. He then shoves three fingers inside of me, making me moan almost as loud as Caulifla.

He’s stretching me so much. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before. Who knew something this wrong would feel this good? Sex with other students is one thing, but sex with a teacher is quite the difference. It might be better.

I soon feel myself reaching my limit with each thrust of his fingers. And from the sounds of their increased moaning, it seems that they’re not too far behind. He tilts his head back, releasing Caulifla’s neck in the process. I then instinctively reach over to her head, turning her to face me before pulling her in for a kiss. She immediately reciprocates the kiss, pulling me deeper into it.

This sends me over the edge and I let out a loud moan, clenching around Professor Zamasu’s fingers and coating them with my fluids. Caulifla then lets out a moan of her own as she releases her fluids on his member, shaking in the process. She’s so cute when she finishes.

Professor Zamasu then pulls out of her and starts stroking himself, groaning more and more. After a few moments of stroking himself, he shoots rope after rope of his warm essence on mine and Caulifla’s bodies. It feels so nice. I never would’ve thought being covered in this stuff would feel so good.

He then collapses down on his chair as all three of us take a second to catch our breaths. So many things to reflect on. So many sensations to take in. So many new things to consider and experience all because Caulifla’s such a daring lunatic.

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I was a senior in high school when I started dating Nate, who was also a senior, and one of the stars on our school’s football and basketball teams. Since we typically went out after he was done with practice, I’d often go over to his house an hour, or so, early to wait for him to get home and shower.

It was just Nate and his father, so I usually spent the time watching TV, shooting pool, or just chatting with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get home. The weird thing was that Mr. C always seemed to be in his boxers when I arrived. He worked as a car mechanic at a local shop, and he peeled his clothes off as soon as he got home every day, spending the rest of the evening in his boxers…and sometimes a t-shirt…regardless of whether or not I happened to be visiting.

One day, about two months after I started dating Nate, I got to his house while he was still at practice, just like I normally did, and Mr. C opened the door when I knocked.

He smiled and said, “Hey, Donna…c’mon in”, as he stepped aside so I could enter. We exchanged hugs, then I followed him into the family room where we typically watched TV until Nate got home. Just like the other times I’d come by, Mr C was in his boxers and a t-shirt, so everything seemed pretty normal.

As we watched whatever movie happened to be on the tube, I couldn’t help but notice that Mr C kept glancing over at me. I smiled to myself and blushed a little when I realized he was checking out my breasts. It made sense – I was an attractive brunette….about 5’5”, with a nice body and 34E tits…and I wasn’t wearing a bra. I almost never wore a bra because I liked the feeling of my boobs swaying and jiggling when I walked, and I enjoyed the attention I got from my nipples poking out from whatever top I was wearing.

That day I was wearing a tight tank top made of a light cotton fabric and, with no bra on, my areolas were almost visible through the thin material and my nipple bumps were obvious. Mr. C was having a tough time keeping his eyes on the TV and, after the third or fourth time I caught him staring at my breasts, he gave me a sheepish grin and suggested we play some billiards in the den while we waited for Nate to get home.

Still smiling at the dilemma I was creating for him, I said, “Sure, Mr. C”, and followed him over to the pool table.

As he bent over to rack the pool balls, I noticed that a tent was developing in his boxer shorts. Trying not to be obvious, I couldn’t help but check out the fact that he was clearly getting an erection, probably from watching my jiggling tits and protruding nipples. When he stood up after racking the balls, I could see that his cock was hanging down one leg of his boxers and, as it began to stiffen, it was creating a pretty clear outline of his shaft in his shorts. It was an impressive sight….his dick appeared to be about 8” long and fairly thick….and I was pretty sure it wasn’t fully erect yet.

He caught me checking out his bulge and, when our eyes met, he nodded slightly and flashed another grin at me….this one seemed to be more conspiratorial than sheepish.

I smiled and glanced away, and we began casually playing pool….chatting amiably and trying to keep our eyes off of the other’s bumps and bulges, but not doing a very good job of it.

After about ten minutes, it was my turn to shoot and I decided to try a bank shot. I glanced at Mr. C’s crotch…where his fully engorged prick was clearly pressing against the restraining fabric of his boxers…and asked if he could help me figure out how to bank my shot.

He said, “Sure, Donna…here, let me show you.” He stepped behind me and leaned over my back as I bent over the pool table. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my ass as he placed his hands near mine on the pool stick.

From Çeşme Escort behind my left ear he said, “If you aim for that little diamond with the cue ball, it should knock your ball right into the corner pocket…go ahead and give it a try.”

As he removed his hands from my pool stick so I could shoot, he slipped one hand around my waist, and used the other one to softly massage one of my breasts, finding my firm nipple with his fingers as he did. At the same time he pressed his hips forward, rubbing his stiff rod against my ass cheeks in a gentle, rocking motion.

Feeling his cock against my ass and his fingers pressing my boobs, I smiled to myself and took my shot….and made it. I realized I was enjoying the sensations of his hands on my tits and his rigid pole pushing against my ass, so I didn’t move after my shot for a few seconds as he continued bumping his erection against my butt from behind.

I laughed, and….still bent over the pool table….looked back over my shoulder and said, “It worked, Mr. C…looks like you’re pretty good at this.”

He chuckled and replied, “Nah…you just need to let the stick do the work.”

Since I wasn’t trying to wriggle away from him, Mr C figured he had a green light and began pawing my tits more aggressively. With one hand still squeezing one of my boobs, he used the other hand to reach between us and pull my panties down to my knees, then flipped my skirt up onto my lower back. Then he fished his fully erect penis from inside his boxers, stroked it a few times while bouncing the tip against my naked ass cheeks, before sliding it up and down the crack of my pussy.

Mr C moaned and said, “Wow, Donna, you’re soaking wet. I guess all these sticks and balls kind of got to you, eh?”

I laughed and replied, “Yeah, let’s see what you can do with that stick,” as he smeared my pussy juices all over the tip of his cock, then slid it into my vagina….slowly at first, but then more quickly as he shoved it deeper inside me.

My God, it felt good!

He was about the same length as Nate, but a bit thicker, and his prick was hitting all the right spots inside my cunt in this position…. I was still bent over the pool table, resting on my elbows, with my thighs pressed up against the cushions and my heavy breasts swinging freely beneath me. Mr C had pulled my tank top up past my boobs so he could fondle my tits and pinch my nipples while he continued to pound me from behind.

I’m not sure what had gotten me so worked up, but his cock felt fantastic. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moaning, as a delicious orgasm crashed through my entire body. With his ball sack slapping against my clitoris with every thrust, and his fingers tweaking my nipples, I felt a second climax follow closely after the first….it was a little smaller, but still felt wonderful.

I moaned and murmured as my orgasms washed over me, “Oh, my God, I’m cumming…. aaaahhhhh…. aaahhhhh…. holy shit, that feels amazing…..hmmmm….uhnnn…uhnnn….yeah…yeah….just like that….shit, I’m cumming again….aaaahhhh….fuck, yesssssss……aaaahhhhh.”

I laid my head on the felt of the pool table as I enjoyed my two orgasms, while Mr C kept hammering away from behind me. I could hear his breath begin to catch, then he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock as deep into my cunt as he could and blasted several ropes of cum inside my pussy, groaning and grunting as he did.

“Oh, yeah….uhnnn….uhnnnn….yeah…yeah….ooohhhhhhh….aaaahhhhhh….God, yesssss….hmmmmm…”

He slowed down, but kept sliding his dick in and out of my pussy as the last few streams of semen spewed from the tip of his dick against the walls of my cunt. When he’d emptied his nutsack, he plopped himself down onto my back and we rested there on the pool table…his cock Çeşme Escort Bayan still stuck inside my pussy, and my tits squashed against the felt material beneath me….while both of us caught our breath.

Suddenly, we heard the front door open and Nate called out, “I’m home, dad. I see Donna’s car outside, so I guess she’s already here?”

Mr C and I both jumped up from the pool table and quickly re-arranged our clothes….I pulled my tank top down over my exposed boobs, pulled up my panties and adjusted my skirt, while Mr C tucked his now flaccid shaft back inside his boxers.

I hurried out to the foyer and wrapped my arms around Nate’s neck, followed by a big ‘welcome home’ kiss. I could feel some of Mr. C’s cum dripping down the inside of my thighs, and I just hoped it wouldn’t become obvious.

I said, “Hey, babe….how was practice?”

Nate said, “It was OK…I’m kinda beat up. But it was good.” Then he pulled me away to arm’s length, looked me up and down, with his eyes landing squarely on the bumps my nipples were making in my tank top and said, “Wow, you look great. I love that outfit on you.”

Mr C had circled around from the den to the family room before sauntering up to the two of us, clapped his son on the shoulder and said, “Hey, Nate….rough practice today?”

Nate said, “Hi, dad….yeah, a lot of tackling drills.” Then he turned to me, gave me a peck on the lips and said, “I’m going to run upstairs for a shower. I should only be a few minutes, then I’m all yours.”

After Nate went upstairs, Mr C and I looked at each other with eyebrows raised.

“Holy shit, that was close,” I said.

Mr C nodded and said, “Yeah, but I have to say….totally worth it.” He reached out with both hands and gently massaged both of my tits, adding, “I’ve been wanting to grab these since the first day I saw you.”

I blushed a little, reached out with my hand to squeeze his cock through his boxers and said, “Well, this was more than I expected, but…I agree…definitely worth it.”

He pointed me to the downstairs bathroom where I cleaned myself up and fixed my make-up for my date with Nate.

My date with Nate went great….he got a blowjob on the way to the restaurant, and for dessert….he fucked me in the back seat of his car, with me straddling his lap – bouncing up and down on his stiff cock – while he fondled my boobs and sucked on my nipples.

Two days later, Nate and I had plans after his practice, so I again showed up at his house an hour, or so, early, figuring I’d spend some time with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get home.

Mr. C answered the door…in his boxers, as usual….and let me in. As we hugged “hello”, I felt one of his hands squeeze my ass cheek, while the other one reached in between us and groped one of my boobs. I smiled to myself, then pulled away a little and said, “Why Mr. C…what’s this all about?”

I glanced down at his crotch, and noticed that his prick was hanging out of the slit in the front of his boxers. It was semi-hard already, so it stuck out from his body, with a soft bend to the shaft, and the head pointing down at the floor.

He said, “I was hoping you’d come over early again….last time was amazing. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

I giggled and said, “Me too, Mr. C….I couldn’t miss another opportunity to get my hands on this bad boy.”

I reached down and gently stroked his cock, feeling it grow in my hand, as he grabbed a tit in each hand and began gently squeezing and pinching. I was wearing a short crop top made of stretchy lycra material that day, which left nothing to the imagination. My nipples always seemed to be stiff, and they made big bumps in the thin, elastic material. I was also wearing a lightweight summer skirt with a flare Escort Çeşme bottom, and thong panties.

We were still standing in the foyer and, after I had jerked Mr. C’s expanding schlong for a while, he released my boobs and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees and encouraging me to suck his dick. I didn’t need a lot of encouragement….he had an impressive cock, and my mouth seemed to automatically open and draw the head of his shaft inside. I began bobbing my head back and forth on his stiffening pole and running my tongue around the ridge of the bulbous tip. At the same time I used one hand to stroke his growing shaft, while the other fondled his dangling nutsack.

Once he was fully erect, I pulled his engorged prick out of my mouth….admired it for a few seconds as I continued sliding my hand up and down the glistening shaft…then stood up, smiled at him, and turned toward the family room…pulling him along by his rigid cock.

When we got to the family room, I released his dick and pulled my crop top up to my chin, freeing my boobs to bounce and jiggle as I plopped down on the sofa. Mr. C just stood there watching me as I slipped off my thong panties, spread my legs wide, ran my fingers along my pussy lips to moisten them, and began rubbing my clitoris.

“Is this what you were hoping for, Mr. C?” I purred.

Mr. C smiled, kicked off his boxers, and climbed onto the sofa, slipping in between my legs and using one hand to guide his rock hard prick toward my drenched pussy. He rubbed the tip along my pussy lips a few times, then slid the head of his cock inside me and began slamming it back and forth, pounding my cunt like a piston.

My God, this felt amazing! I began grunting from the force of his thrusts and moaning my pleasure as I felt a massive orgasm building between my legs.

“Uhnnn….uhnnn….uhnnn….yes….uhnnn…yes….just like that….fuck, yeah….my God, that feels good…. uhnnn…. uhnnn…shit, I’m cumming….uhnnn…yes….keep going….yesssss….aaaahhhhhh….hmmmm….aaaahhhhh….yes…..so good….”

Mr. C kept plowing my pussy, his eyes locked on my heavy breasts swinging all over the place and crashing into each other as he hammered away between my legs. Suddenly he grabbed both tits hard, and gave an extra thrust with his cock, pushing it as far into me as he could, before blasting a huge load of cum deep inside my cunt.

We rocked our hips together a few more times as he emptied his nutsack into my pussy, then lay down on top of me…his still hard dick shoved deep inside my vag….as we both caught our breath.

Fortunately, we weren’t interrupted by Nate this time. After a few minutes I crawled out from under Mr. C and scampered into the downstairs bathroom to clean up and fix my make-up. Mr. C cleaned himself up in the kitchen, shoved his flaccid penis back into his boxers, then plopped down on the sofa and flipped on the TV. I joined him there after I finished in the bathroom, and we watched part of a sitcom while we waited for Nate to get home.

I dated Nate until we went away to different colleges the following fall, so I managed to swing by his house a little early every time he had football or basketball practice. When I knocked, I knew his father would always answer the door in his boxers….sometimes he’d already have a tent in his shorts, and sometimes his semi-hard cock would be hanging out of the opening in the front of his boxers. It didn’t really matter….within a few minutes his dick was rock hard and sliding in and out of my mouth or pussy.

Mr. C was pretty creative, too. He fucked me in the kitchen, on the sofa, out by the pool, bent over the pool table…sometimes he fucked me standing up right by the front door as soon as I arrived.

As far as I know, Nate never caught on. He was getting plenty whenever we were on a date, so there really was no reason for him to suspect.

Yep, that senior year was a good one. And I think my favorite part was waiting for Nate to get home from practice.

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I grabbed my truck keys off the wall and my wallet as I was led down the hall and out my own front door. Carmen barely gave me time to lock the door behind us as we left.

I pushed the unlock button repeatedly and the lights came on in the truck as we reached it. She finally let my hand go. Carmen jumped in the front passenger seat and I took a quick breath before climbing in to drive.

“FOCUS!” I screamed in my head. I remembered we agreed on Joe’s so I needed to head there … and not think about her still watching my hand fiddle with the ignition key.

“Joe’s is open late tonight.” Carmen said with a smile, finally breaking the odd silence.

I replied, “It’ll probably be a bit packed too since it’s really one of the few decent places around here for good food. I’ll have to share a few secret eating spots off the radar. There is a great little ma and pa ice cream parlor on the edge of town. It’s one of those hidden treasures in town.”

Carmen smiled, “I’m sure you’ve seen me with my ice cream on the deck. I can’t help but eat it. I think the summer comes around just for people to really enjoy ice cream.”

As I drove to Joe’s, Carmen looked through my collection of CDs as music played on the radio.

Carmen smiled and said, “Yep, just as I thought, you do like a lot of the bands I do. I told you we have things in common.”

Her smile was contagious. I felt like a little kid that told the teacher the correct answer to a tough question in front of the whole class.

I licked my lips, still tasting cherry. I really need a beer.

As we pull up to Joe’s we see flashing police lights. The trouble was starting early tonight.

We park and head to the door. We both notice some loud yelling and stop by the front window. Sure enough the doors are flung open and two men are being escorted out by two police officers.

We look at each other and smile. We waited until Jason and his partner Craig got the two men situated, then I slowly followed Carmen over to speak with them.

“Hey Jason is the trouble over now?” Carmen asked before throwing her arm around him.

“Yeah, but don’t you start any tonight girlie.” Jason states with a smile.

“I won’t. I promise” she begins, “I’m too hungry to start trouble.”

Jason side steps Carmen to see me better, I was trying to stay hidden a little bit.

“Sam?” Jason exclaimed, causing me to tense.

“Hi Jason,” I mumble sheepishly, “How have you been?”

Walking past Carmen, Jason grabs me up in a bear hug and kisses my cheek.

“Well, there is a story here I don’t know yet.” Carmen states. “You about shoved me in the backseat with that guy.”

“I did no such thing! I’m just happy to see Sam again.” Jason stated.

Craig quickly nods to Carmen and I, then turned to Jason, “Ah man, he’s spitting. We have to get that son of a bitch to the station before the seats are covered.”

“Hi Craig” I say. Then in a teasing voice I add,” Taser him.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Craig replies. “It’s been a while. Glad you’re back. Lady’s missed you too.”

“Give her a kiss for me.” I said and turned back to Carmen and Jason, who are both still staring at me.

“Ah… ok. Sam you need to fill me in a little.” Carmen says as she watches Jason.

“Just a little,” Jason says with a smile. “Carmen IS like my little cousin.”

“Go to work Jase.” I smirk. “Your little “cousin” is hungry.”

“I think we all know that’s a bad thing.” Jason pokes at Carmen “Have fun. We’ll have to catch up soon, and you KNOW I still hate that nickname.” says Jason with a miserably failed stern face.

Carmen and I watch Craig and Jason get in their cars and drive off.

I exhale.

Carmen grabs my hand again and leads me inside. I really, really need that drink now and I don’t think a beer will do it. Neither of us said a word as we wait to be seated. “What the hell was that about?” she asks as we finally sit down at the table. “Now I need details since he told you not to share them.”

“Well a couple years ago Jase, eh Jason and I kind of … dated.” I regretted the pause but there was no polite way to put it.

“Oh My God! You’re Sammy?” Carmen exclaimed almost as a yell.

“Eh. Yeah I hated him calling me that, and that’s how he got HIS nickname, but yeah, I believe I’m THAT Sam.”

Our waitress arrived to take our orders, I was glad it was Heather.

“Hey Heather, how’s it going Hun?” I ask as Heather sauntered over to take our order.

“Hey, Sam… you see those assholes? They started with Becky at the bar, one got too ass-grabby and Jaimie smacked him in the face. Then she took him out with a knee to the groin. Luckily Jason and Craig were around the corner, or those two guys may have had to pay Burdur Escort for some broken chairs… Jaime was just getting started.”

“Jaime loves a brawl on the weekend, and I don’t understand how the guys don’t know of her yet. You do not mess with the serving girls!” I laughed.

“Anyway, It’s going to be a long night, what would you two ladies like to start off with?” asked Heather, sporting her giant feather pen and googlie-eyed pad.

“Nachos, ice water, and a Blue Lagoon please it’s going to be a long night.” I stated to Heather, then turned to Carmen, “What would you like Carmen?” I asked as I fiddled with a napkin.

“Ok. Yeah nachos do sound good and what the hell is a Blue Lagoon?” Carmen asked.

“Heather please filled her in on the local drinks that aren’t on the menu.” I smirked.

“Ok. I’m up for something new.” She said.

“Do me a favor Heather, and tell Richard to put the order in my red book.” I said. “Give him a kiss for me too.” I teased.

Heather laughed and said, “He’s still in a mood tonight, some guys got into it last night and damaged one if the pool tables.”

I replied, “Well in that case, give him two kisses. I’m sure from you he’d be more than happy to receive them.”

“I just don’t want him thinking he might get more than that” Heather teased.

I laughed. “Okay, okay. I understand that. Let me introduce my new neighbor Carmen. She also has a brother Michael. Their family and Jason’s are really close.”

“Okay,” Heather nodded to Carmen “Jason mentioned that if your brother got into trouble to call him first if possible,” she giggled, “No trouble as of yet. Michael’s been in here a few times. I think he has an interest in Dawn. “

“Really, aww Dawn’s such a sweetheart.” I said. “I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Let me get your order in and I’ll tell Richard you’re here.” Heather said and walked off.

“You really know a lot of people in town don’t you?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah, but they know me too which can be kind of annoying. I’ve come here every summer since I was really young, minus last summer anyway. It’s a pretty small town and somehow everyone meets everyone else through Ms. Milly or by bar hopping.” I mused.

“Why not last summer? If you don’t mind me asking … was it Jason?” Carmen asked playing with her straw.

“Yes and no.” I said trying to avoid the question.

“Sorry. I just … well I remember Jason talking about Sammy … you. I can see why now, but I … you saw him. He’s a mess. I just didn’t know what happened. I don’t get it”. Carmen shrugged.

“He wanted me to settle down with him. Move into a new house, wherever I wanted… I just wasn’t ready. I also didn’t know how to gently let him down without hurting him. I know I hurt him anyway though. I left for school with his blessings but never really did stay in touch. I’ve seen him quite a bit, but never approached him since I’ve been back … and now there’s you.” I said with a smile. “I don’t know what to feel about you.”

“You know what I like, and let’s be honest, I think you did too.” Carmen said with a sly smile.

“Yes. It’s something I’ve never felt, I mean experienced before.” Too late, the slip was out and I averted my eyes as I said it.

Heather walked up with our food. I was so thankful for the interruption via nachos.

Right behind her was Richard. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He had me sign the book and told us about the fight from earlier. As Richard is talking I couldn’t help but think Carmen was stewing. She was very quiet. I was happy for the interruptions, but had this feeling I was fixing to be chastised.

Finally we were alone at the table again. We let the heavier conversation drop as we ate and drank and drank and drank.

I noticed that we were running out of room on our table for drinks. “Ok. I’m done drinking. I won’t be able to stand up if I keep on this way” I blurted out.

Luckily I wasn’t the only one feeling this way, “I was fixing to say the same thing but wording wasn’t right in my head. No way can we drive back” Carmen stated.

I said, “Agreed.” as I rummaged for some decent tip money. “I’ll ask Richard to call us a cab.” I slurred. “I just need to stop at the ATM across the street for cab money.”

We waited … and waited … we sat on the stone wall outside the bar. I was feeling so fuzzy and on more than one occasion caught myself staring at Carmen’s tightly button shirt. Her buttons twinkled with the passing car’s lights.

The cab finally arrived. Carmen jumped in first, allowing me a quick view of her lovely ass.

I climbed in, slowly, trying to remember again if I had locked my truck’s doors, windows up, wallet in pocket, house keys in pocket, cell phone Burdur Escort Bayan in hand… I was way too fuzzy. I felt like I had such a goofy grin on my face as we began to head back towards my aunt’s house and it got wider as Carmen took my hand.

I leaned my head back against the seat, cooling off my neck. It was nice and did I mention cool. My mind didn’t quite feel my own. I had such thoughts about Carmen. I remembered her kiss. I begin to ponder if we were heading back to my place or hers. She told the driver before I got in. I’m feeling way too…

“Ok, it’s been way too long since I’ve had alcohol to drink.” I say, glancing over at Carmen. She’s smiling at me with those soft, soft lips. “What?” I ask with a goofy grin, I can feel it.

“We’re almost back” Carmen says, and gently placed her hand on my thigh. “Thanks so much for the dinner and drinks, I’ll pay my half in a few days if it’s ok. I meant to thank you earlier, but it seemed like the entire town had to send you off before we got out of there.” She laughed.

I laughed as well and gave my apology by saying, “Sorry about that, don’t worry about paying me back I’m sure we’ll go out again and you can pay next time.”

“Do you promise?” Carmen asked sincerely.

“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to go out again. You and I kept decent pace drinking” I giggled. “I’ll have to show you that ice cream parlor across town too.” I stated.

Carmen smiled, “That works I really had fun tonight.” She leaned over and kissed me. As she kissed me I felt a soft hand against my cheek, caressing my skin. I gave into her lips and kissed her back. Her tongue quickly flicked my own, and I felt her smile.

“Ahem, alright ladies, here you are.” stated the driver as we pulled up in front of the house. I gave the driver a pretty hefty tip and he we both watched him drive off happy.

I laughed, “I think I just might need a hand unlocking my door.” I felt the biggest stupid grin on my face.

“I don’t know how much help I can be with that, I think I’m as fucked up as you are my dear.” Carmen stated and began to laugh too.

We both plopped down on the curb and just giggled until tears ran down our cheeks. “Stop, stop, my sides are killing me.” I whimpered between giggles.

“Ok, we have to get inside before the neighbors take notice. I’m sure Mrs. Howard will be storming out here to yell at us any moment if we don’t keep it down” I say as I try to stand up. I finally get my legs under me and hold out a hand to Carmen. “Gravity works. Let’s go inside.”

“Are you sure?” Carmen asks.

“Yeah, seriously, we are going to be yelled at if we don’t quiet down.” I said.

“That’s not what I mean.” Carmen states and looks at me quite seriously for a moment.

“What? Sorry, I mean yeah I’d love it if you want to join me inside. I could use the company. Don’t have to though.” I say still kind of lost.

“No Sam, I mean if I follow you in, I don’t know that I can behave myself with you.” Carmen stated seriously enough so that it finally allowed the light bulb in my head to switch on.

I slowly reached into my pocket and took out my keys. I smiled at Carmen, her bright eyes staring up at me. I held out my hand again and stated, “Come on, let’s go inside.”

Carmen took my hand, “I don’t know Sam you may not be thinking clearly tonight.”

“Clearly, not so much … but I am comfortable with you. If anything else happens tonight I am good with that.” I said surprising honest about it.

We both conquer the walk to the door. I of course drop the keys during another laughing fit. This time Carmen picks them up. Under the cover of darkness and away from prying eyes she once again gently brushes the hair away from my face and licks my lips.

“I don’t want to scare you away.” Carmen stated as she firmly took hold of my jean belt loops, pulling me closer to her again.

“I’m pretty sure I know the direction this night is going. I’ve been thinking about it the past few hours.” I said, my dopey smile returning.

She let go and fiddled with the keys to the door. Then she froze as the door opened and whispered, “Sam, I can’t go with you.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I just kind of stood at the doorway dumbfounded.

“No, no. Not like that,” Carmen paused. “I just have to go across the street real quick to leave a note for my brother.”

“Oh,” I stammered. “Don’t do that.” I said as I placed my hands on my hips childishly defiant about it.

Carmen smiled sheepishly and said, “Sorry, I completely forgot about Michael. I just don’t want him texting me later on over and over while I’m here. I’ll just leave him a note. If I text him, there will be endless questions, but a note left for all to see somehow Escort Burdur seems more innocent. He shouldn’t care anyway, but I’ll do it just in case.”

“Oh yeah… ok. That makes sense.” I stammer, completely thrown off by the change in direction.

Carmen handed me my keys back and then walked across the street and out of view. The porch light turned on and I turned and stepped through my own door. I closed the door and took a deep breath. Of all the memorable things that had happened in this house I had a feeling that Carmen was going to top them all.

I hung up my keys on their hook, took out two glasses, and placed them on the bar. My buzz was wearing off and I began to think of all the drinks we had already downed, I was craving something sweet with a bite.

Cherries! I wanted cherries. I walked over to the pantry, closed my eyes and prayed there was some on the shelf. “Perfect!” I blurted out loud as I grabbed a jar of maraschino cherries and brought them over to the bar.

There was a quiet knock on the door, I smiled and headed toward it. “Hello again” I said with a giant grin. Carmen grinned as well and stepped through the door.

“Hello Sam.” Carmen said as she gently took the door from my grasp. She put her back to the door and slowly closed it behind her. I heard the deadbolt lock followed by the door handle. “You’re stuck with me now. We’re locked in. No escape.”

“What ever will we do?” I said playing a long, both of us smiling like mad hatters.

“I can’t believe I walked across the street and wrote a legible note to Michael.” Carmen laughed.

“I’m craving something sweet, it’s a shame I can’t make those blue lagoons. I love those things. I was thinking about picking up my buzz since it’s lost its punch.” I said taking a seat at the bar.

Carmen gently laughed as she spoke, “Those things were rather nummy. I usually don’t like sweet drinks but those were surprisingly good. Oh, and it’s a creeper too.”

I picked up the two shot glasses as I spoke, “I was thinking about a little grenadine and vodka, followed by one of those cherries.” I said pointing at the jar. “Do you want anymore?”

“Yes please.” Carmen chimed in and took a seat next to me. “My buzz has also lost its hold on me and cherries are always nice and sweet”.

I played bartender for a couple of shots, and then Carmen took over after I over poured a shot while giggling.

“Cheers.” I said downing my drink. I grabbed a cherry from the group we set aside. I plopped it in my mouth and discarded the stem.

“Well, that’s one way to do it,” said Carmen as she picked up another cherry by the stem, “Take another shot.”

I added grenadine first then poured the vodka in the shot glass. I drank, only this time instead of getting a cherry off the stem I got a kiss with a cherry attached to it. Carmen had removed the stem and held the cherry between her lips, and gently passed it to me as she kissed me.

“Yes, much better that way,” I said. I licked my lips still tasting the cherry syrup.

“Now my turn” Carmen said, pouring another shot.

We drank a little more then stopped drinking. Instead we began to just pass each other sweet cherries. Once again I was feeling really lightheaded and my cheeks were nice and flush.

I giggled as I tried to speak, “Last cherry, you get it!” I tried to fetch the last one out of the jar and laughed even harder when Carmen had trouble getting it out of the jar too.

“Who needs cherries?” Carmen stated and pulled me close. I grabbed the bar quickly so I wouldn’t fall off the bar stool. Her kiss still tasted so sweet and her hand caressed my neck as we kissed. Her hand traveled down my neck and slowly down my chest, her hand moving across my top to cup my breast. After kissing me again Carmen teased, “I’m glad you settled on this shirt, it’s so soft and smooth and the buttons are sexy.”

Pulling back ever so slightly I said, “Yes, I am very glad we agreed on this shirt and the drinks. I cannot believe how hard my nipples are.” I looked down in time to see Carmen gently flick at one of my nipples.

“I do believe it is time for us to go upstairs” Carmen said as she pressed her hands against my breasts and again gave them a playful squeeze.

“I think you’re right” I said and I kissed her deeply.

We both stepped down from the bar stools. Carmen grabbed her bag by the door and I turned off the kitchen lights. We both headed for the stairs. Carmen took my hand at the base of the stairs, turned to me and said, “You’re more different than I thought you were when I first saw you. I’m glad I agreed to house sit this summer for my folks. Let’s see what we can do to start off a great summer, shall we?”

I replied, “I’m sure this summer will bring new experiences and I think I’ve met a new friend.” I noticed both of us had matching devious smiles on our faces. Carmen gently tugged at my hand and we both started the climb toward my bedroom.

*****

Part III coming soon. Thank you all for your support!

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“OUI!!”

Le gymnase explosé dans l’hurlement le plus bruyant je ferais jamais entendu. Le Premiere Championnat avait été gagné et Mykal Hughes, le Joueur le plus Valable du jeu, sauté dans les bras de ses co-équipiers, criant sa joie au plafond. Le cri de Fyona était bruyant dans mon oreille, elle arme agrafer me et son rire remplissant mon âme. Les yeux de Mykal ont rencontré la mine et je lui ai donné un ‘pouces-en haut et un sourire énorme. Il a souri de retour, me donnant rire les gens ‘blancs signe bien.

Fyona n’a pas obtenu vexé qu’il’avait t l’a reconnue. Elle a su qu’il y aurait le temps plus tard. C’était le temps de Mykal pour apprécier les fruits du sien peinent. Et notre temps pour apprécier est vivant.

Cet avait été un long trois mois depuis l’enlèvement.

La pointe avait relâché Mykal avant que j’aie pu obtenir Fyona couvert et la mémoire du battement précédent l’avait réglé de. Mykal avait sauté sur moi, criant à moi et me battant de manière impitoyable. Il n’a pas compris tout de suite quand je n’ai pas relâché sa mère mais mes mots légers l’ont atteint finalement et il s’est effondré à mes frais, sanglotant et la profanité de son père, qui a été loin mené dans les poignets. La pointe m’a donné sa chemise pour couvrir Fyona jusqu’ à un des standardistes d’ambulance quémandé augmente une robe d’hôpital.

Mykal et je ne la laisserais pas de notre vue au début. Je mets mon bras autour de son épaule quand le standardiste d’ambulance l’a examinée et nous nous sommes accrochés à chaque autre quand ils l’ont prise à l’éviter. Nous avions un hasard pour la voir avant qu’elle part. Elle était toujours inconsciente, avait un tas énorme près du dos de son crâne et ses diverses parties de sa face et de corps a été grossi. Elle ne s’est pas réveillée pour encore trente minutes et même alors elle était combative. Il a pris deux infirmières et le médecin qui assistent pour la convaincre que le conflit était par-dessus et qu’elle était sûr.

Elle demande était premièrement de voir Mykal et sa seconde, me voir.

“Je suis désolé.” Elle les premiers mots étaient un chuchotement à moi, ses yeux se sont détourné.

“Ne pas être.”

“Je … J’ai pensé il honorerait son mot. J’aurais dû savoir mieux.”

“Oui, vous devez avoir.” Je n’avais pas signifié pour mes mots pour être si dur mais j’ai été dérangé.

Elle a senti la colère dans moi. “Auriez-vous renoncé à votre seul enfant?”

“Non, Fyona, mais je n’aurais pas offert un deuxième hasard à moi à Ronnie.”

Cela a fait son même plus fâché. “Donc vous pensez je l’ai aimé? Que j’ai demandé être encore violé?”

J’ai marché plus près a elle, entourer sa joue. “Non, mais il n’arrivera jamais encore.”

La ferveur de sa colère était sans lendemain. Elle grandissait fatigué De la tension. “Pete?”

“Oui?”

“Vous vous occuperiez de Mykal jusqu’à ce que je sors d’ici?”

“Bien sûr. Vous ne devez pas demander même.”

“Oui, je fais, et merci.”

Je suis penché en bas et ai appuyé un baiser à sa face bouffie. “Dormir maintenant, la princesse.”

Elle est restée dans l’hôpital pendant trois jours et Mykal et je lui ai lancé un accueil Aydın Escort un à la maison parti. Nous avons nettoyé la surtout maison propre du sommet pour fonder et a rempli chaque pièce avec les roses, ses fleurs préférées. Quand elle a été réglée dans, j’ai glissé silencieusement, donnant loin son temps et son espace pour guérir. Il l’a prise encore neuf semaines avant qu’elle ait ait senti qu’assez forte atteint hors à moi et elle m’a invité au jeu de Championnat de Mykal.

“Si … “

“Oui?” Je ne sais pas si c’était possible mais elle avait obtenu plus joli. Les contusions ont été allées et ses yeux étincelaient encore parce que sa vie était complète avec Mykal.

“Nous n’avons jamais obtenu pour avoir ce dîner.”

Mon coeur a sauté dans ma poitrine. “Non, nous n’avons pas fait.”

Elle s’est déplacé plus près et j’ai senti son odeur douce. “Alors pourquoi vous ne me prenez pas à la maison?” J’ai cherché sa face et ai vu la beauté d’une relation avec elle dans ces yeux sombres. Elle est venue dans mes bras sans l’hésitation, son souffle chauffe sur mon oreille. “Et laissons le dîner de saut.”

“Etes-vous sûr?” Elle était seulement trois mois éclaircissent d’ayant été battu et violé par elle l’ex-mari.

“Pete, je ne suis pas une poupée” de chiffon. Elle a posé sa tête contre ma poitrine, écoutant mon pulsation. “Qu’est-il arrivé à moi étais très horrible mais je suis la femme pas pareille vous avez su arrière alors. Je suis beaucoup plus fort.” Fyona a soulevé sa tête, ses yeux rencontrant le mien. “Et c’est été un temps très long puisque je me suis senti si avec force de quelqu’un … “

J’ai glissé mes doigts sous son menton, penchant sa bouche en haut pour extraire et a bu lentement de sa douceur. Je n’ai pas pensé que je jamais fatiguerait d’embrasser elle. “Fyona, si nous faisons ceci … Je ne suis pas un genre de position d’un-nuit de gars.”

“Je comptais sur cela.” Elle a commencé grignoter sur mon lobe et mon dick a durci pour armer dans un éclat. “Me prendre à la maison, Pete. S’il vous plaît.”

“Accord. Laissons Mykal de découverte premièrement.” Nous l’avons trouvé au milieu d’une celébration de vestiaire. Il a embrassé sa mère si dur qu’elle a suffoqué pour le souffle quand il l’a relâchée. J’ai été très étonné et ai été transféré presque aux déchirures quand il m’a embrassé aussi.

“Les félicitations, ronger!”

“Remercie.”

“Donc quels sont vos projets pour ce soir?”

Mykal a ri, ses yeux étincelant. Il n’avait pas manqué le fait que le bras de sa mère était autour de ma taille. “Peut-être je devrais demander vous qui questionne.”

J’ai ri avec lui. “Pourquoi pensez-vous que je demande?”

Il m’a applaudi sur le dos. “Aucun besoin de s’inquiéter, Pete. Je ne serai pas à la maison pour tout à fait un instant. Je pourrais passer la nuit même à la maison de Aaron.” Il a souri à Fyona. “Je ferai l’appel et vous permettez de sais, approuve?”

“Accord.” Je mets un bras autour de son et a glissé quelques vingt dans sa main. “S’amuser bien.”

“Pete, vous ne devez pas faire ceci.”

“Je sais que je ne fais pas mais je veux à.”

“Remercie.” Mykal m’a Aydın Escort Bayan donné une autre étreinte. “Faire son heureux.”

Le tour de voiture était à la maison le plus long je ferais jamais enduré mais c’était bien la valeur l’attente. J’ai ouvert la porte pour elle et elle a failli attaquer me, déchirant mon ouverture de chemise et régale sur un de mes mamelons. J’ai grogné, mon coq palpitant même plus. J’avais espéré faire ce long et excitant pour elle mais cet étais évident qu’elle avait d’autres idées. J’ai tiré son ouverture de chemisier, a regardé ses seins de chocolat de grand taxi noir et sucer commencé les aiment que j’étais un bébé assoiffé cherche du lait. Elle a réagi naturellement, appuyant ma face dans ses globes et m’exhortant pour sucer plus dur.

J’ai emballé mes lèvres autour d’eux et ai donné une chiquenaude à ma langue par-dessus les cailloux sombres, se déplaçant entre chaque quand l’autre a commencé à amollir la sauvegarde un peu. Souffler un petit air par-dessus eux a dessiné un gémissement doux d’elle et j’ai souri en haut dans ses yeux de shadowed. “Pourquoi nous ne prenons pas ceci quelque part je peux vous poser en bas?”

Fyona a hoché avidement et après avoir obtenu la porte, me mené en haut les escaliers à une reine-taille un oreiller-premier lit. Nous avons ri comme nous avons démonté, trébuchant par-dessus les pantalon hâtivement enlevés et jeter les souliers chaque quelle façon, mais soudain, tout était sérieux encore parce qu’elle se tenait nu avant moi. Et j’ai été terrassé. Pour dire que Fyona était beau n’a pas semblé juste suffisant. Sa peau brune magnifique a couvert ces seins amples, balancés par-dessus une petite bosse d’estomac et a fractionné en bas ses hanches et ses jambes bien roulées.

“Oh, Fyona.” Mon chuchotement a amené ses yeux pour extraire et j’ai espéré qu’elle ait apprécié qu’elle voyait sur moi. Mon coq s’est tenu hors fièrement, même plus si maintenant que je fixais sur telle beauté. J’ai atteint pour elle, appuyant ma piqûre dans sa jointure entartrée et a capturé sa bouche, versant encore ma reconnaissance dans le coup de balai de ma langue. Elle a tremblé, se tenant sur marcher sur la pointe des pieds pour me rencontrer, ses mamelons traînant à travers mes sensations de poitrine et envoi directement à mon coq.

C’était si facile à la soulever et la dépose sur le lit, La couvrant avec ma masse. Elle arme est allée autour de mon cou, me tirant en bas et j’ai commencé avec une exploration légère de son corps luxueux, mes mains glissant par-dessus les courbes, mes doigts glissant dans les vallées. Elle a arquer contre moi quand j’ai trouvé son clit enterré, sa musique de cri à mes oreilles. J’ai pris sa bouche, faisant encore l’amour à sa bouche comme mes doigts ont cherché à faire pareil à son minet. Ses jambes sont tombées ouvert, donnant m’améliore l’accès et j’ai dépensé quelques moments concentrant sur son clit, avalant la crie comme elle est venue maintes et maintes fois. Je laisse mon terrier de doigt de milieu dans sa fente crémeuse et elle tensed contre moi, attendre mon entrée. Je n’ai pas fait son attente à long mais j’ai inséré mon milieu épais aussi Escort Aydın lentement que je pourrais. Elle a tremblé si dur qu’il m’a effrayé. Je rose en haut regarder sa face et l’a vu dans les agonies d’un orgasme massif. C’était le plus probablement le plus grand cadeau je ferais jamais a été donné.

“Pete.” Elle a suffoqué quand je me suis déplacé le doigt dans et quelques fois, alors a élevé hors le chiffre revêtu à ma bouche et reniflé et a goûté ses jus. “S’il vous plaît.”

“S’il vous plaît que?”

“S’il vous plaît ne pas faire m’attendre.” J’ai voulu utiliser ma langue pour explorer ce minet noir parfumé mais mon coq avide avait d’autres idées, surtout quand elle a atteint en bas et l’a donné un serre, frottant doucement la tête dans l’humidité rose de son entaille de chocolat. Cette fois, j’ai tremblé.

“Dieu, Fyona, ne faire pas.”

“Pourquoi pas?” Elle ferait quelque chose senti dans ma réaction. Je vraiment ai obtenu de sur son contrôlant. Sa main sur mon coq faisait mon sang bouillir. Elle a appuyé la grosse tête de mon coq contre son clit et frissonné, l’a glissé alors en haut et en bas sa fente encore. “Sent que je suis mouillé?” J’ai répondu avec un gémissement, mon coq grandissant même plus grand dans sa main. “Le besoin pour venir à l’intérieur?” Je ne pourrais pas répondre à ce temps parce qu’elle a accroché sa jambe par-dessus mon hanche et a appuyé ma viande dans son glissant, mouiller le canal.

Son minet de velours était comme le ciel. Fyona m’a pris au paradis en inversant me sur mon dos et me prenant entièrement int son corps. Nous avons grogné ensemble et j’ai atteint en haut pour ses seins, entourer leurs poids et rouler délicieux les mamelons épais entre mes doigts. Elle se s’est renversée et gémi, son cunt resserrant autour de moi aime un étau.

“Dieu, oui.” Je hl’annonce n’entend pas même mon propre chuchotement mais propre Fyona avaient. Elle a enfourché complètement mes hanches, appuyant complètement en bas jusqu’à ce que nos pubs fondent ensemble, alors mettre la transmet sur ou le côté de ma tête et m’a commencé à voyager comme une créature dévergondée. J’ai tiré un de ses seins en bas à ma bouche, suçant le mamelon et essayant de ne pas devenir fou par-dessus la vue de son osciller au-dessus de moi, un nubine déesse qui m’a appartenu, une belle noire qui me ravissait.

“Oh, Pete.” Elle était proche. Son minet a ondulé autour de mon acier, nos liquides mêlant ensemble et le revêtement de mes balles. Sa chaleur mouillée était si exquis ; J’ai su que je ne pourrais pas obtenir assez d’elle. J’ai emparé de ses hanches et ai élevé elle et en bas sur ma piqûre, appréciant le regard absolu de reddition sur sa face comme son orgasme a explosé, me prenant par-dessus le bord avec elle.

Nous avons crié ensemble, mes hanches qui appuient mon coq de pistoning augmentent dans elle aussi loin que possible comme mon avec a jailli dans ses portées cachées. Elle s’est effondrée contre me et j’ai tenu sa fin, nos corps picotant et le tremblement dans le concert. “Merci.”

“Ne pas me remercier pourtant.” J’ai caressé son dos, grignotant son cou en sueur et essayant de ralentir le battement de mon coeur. “Nous sommes juste commençant.”

Elle a soulevé sa tête et a rencontré mes yeux, caressant doucement ma joue. La chaleur dans sa voix m’a inondé avec l’espoir pour l’avenir et un il est probable à son côté dans cet avenir.

“Oui, Pete. Nous sommes.”

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It was a beautiful Summer’s day and I couldn’t have been happier for Lola and Chrissy. Lola was one of my best friends and Chrissy brought out the best in her. I’d drunk, I’d eaten, I’d cried. Even in my bespoke designer suit, I looked like a chump who’d borrowed it from a mate next to the worldly, stylish, downright beautiful people with whom they surrounded themselves. But I did have my brand new camera – a birthday present to myself, I was capturing stunning memories and speech videos in glorious 4K. Something I apparently mentioned a little too frequently.

The wedding had taken place in one of those old manor houses the English do so well; the function rooms look like royal suites and the bedrooms like prison cells. Having complained about my initial booking, I was upgraded. What they neglected to tell me was that I’d been moved into a room next to, and with a window looking directly inside, the honeymoon suite.

The couple had made several jokes about the situation, many of them hinging on Chrissy’s bisexuality. Lola had a running joke that she had “proven” to her that women were better. And to be honest, she made a very good case – effortlessly pretty, with straight black hair and a lithe body which she usually hid in baggy clothes, but today her wedding suit and fitted blouse showed off her cute, peachy butt and the peaks of her incredibly perky breasts. The majority of the jokes though were of course at my expense.

Lola’s a good enough friend that her telling people I’d just met that I was some kind of peeping tom pervert seemed in good fun, at first. Then she kept making the same joke, squeezing my arm and then saying

“…so don’t be surprised if you see him hanging around in the middle of the night. We’ll probably have just kicked him out of our room!”

“Darling,” I said, using our cutesy, both-ways nickname for each other. “Is it entirely necessary to imply that I’m a raging pervert to fifty complete strangers?”

Lola laughed. “OK, yeah I guess I have said that a lot. But,” she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I must have looked confused. Taking me by the hand, she pulled me in the direction of the bar.

Several hours later, the party ended when the hotel bar closed at 1 AM, thirteen hours after everyone started drinking. By the time I retired back to my room and got out of my suit, the only things I expected to hear from Lola and Chrissy’s suite next door was room service, and possibly vomit. But instead, I could hear music. Soul… some r’n’b… I realised I was hearing the newlyweds’ sex playlist, and stepped away from the wall.

Not two minutes later, I heard my phone vibrate. It was a message from Lola.

“Darling – if you’ve still got battery left on that wonderful camera of yours, could you come to our room? We need a favour. The door is open.” Anything for Lola. I pulled on a pair of loose joggers and slipped out.

Sure enough, the door was ajar. I crept through it and closed it quietly behind me, then turned to see the suite. It was impressive – a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a huge living room area that I could just about make out in the near-dark; the only light was coming Artvin Escort from the half-open door to the bedroom – faded halfway. Mood lighting.

“In here.”

Lola’s head an part of her shoulder appeared from behind the door. Even in the dim light, I could tell she was naked. I started to piece things together as I stepped into their bedroom. Candles flickered on every surface, and in the centre was a huge four-poster bed. Chrissy was already under the covers, Lola had just rejoined her. They sat up, a Cheshire-Cat grin on both of their faces.

“Take a photo of us please!”

“If it’s not too dark. Is it too dark?”

“A little yeah.” I looked up and gave her a knowing smile. “Depends how much you want to be able to see.”

“We want to see everything!” Chrissy sighed from the bed, rolling her head to reveal her hands were cuffed together

I turned up the dimmer until the camera could pick out the detail on the bed’s curtains. I centred the couple and took a few shots. Dark but visible. Moody.

“Now try video!” Lola called out. I approached the bed, filming, to show them how the candles and moonlight were being captured on film. As I sat down on the bed to play it back, Lola leaned over and turned the dimmer to full power. Chrissy giggled and hid under the covers, but Lola – possessed by her idea now – jumped out of bed, tugging my arm to get up and join her.

She looked so good naked, and was mugging for the camera as I pointed it at her.

“Start filming me – and keep filming.” she winked, held the bed sheet, and suddenly pulled it off in a theatrical, dramatic gesture. Chrissy lay prone in the centre, her legs tied to the bottom posts, her legs held apart.

I stepped forward, following Lola as she climbed onto the bed on all fours. I savoured the view from behind and then stepped round so I was parallel to her as she lowered her head and began to plant kisses on Chrissy’s body. Her mouth, her neck, her arms, her breasts – moving her lips over her wife’s skin at a glacial pace.

Lola pushed herself down the bed until her head was between Chrissy’s knees, and started to lick the inside of her thigh. Chrissy was sighing and moaning, trying to thrust her restrained body in Lola’s direction as Lola continued the tease. Her eyes looked into the camera and she beckoned me forward. I sat down on the bed, keeping the camera on Lola. She was framed in close-up, her right hand stroking Chrissy’s clit, her fingers wet.

“Make sure you get her face for this,” she whispered. I pushed up onto my knees and zoomed out slightly so Chrissy’s whole body was in shot, top-down, with Lola’s head and hand at the right of the frame. Chrissy gasped and threw her neck back, feeling three of Lola’s fingers gently slide inside her. Her mouth opened into a huge smile, and she held it, groaning with pleasure as her first orgasm shot through her body.

I felt my own arousal pushing against the joggers and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Chrissy started to grind her hips and I zoomed back in as Lola closed her mouth around her clit. She was fucking Lola’s hand now, rocking back and forth and moaning as I moved to get the view down Chrissy’s Artvin Escort Bayan body – Lola’s head moving gently between her legs, her eyes watching her lover twist and turn against her bonds. Chrissy was onto another climax already, her breathing deep and her body shaking. No wonder she decided to marry a lesbian, I thought. We don’t stand a chance.

I backed up onto my feet as Lola rose from between Chrissy’s legs, lay across her body and kissed her, uncuffing her hands. I filmed the girls side on as they passionately kissed, each with one hand stroking the other. Chrissy shook off her blindfold, and smiled as she looked into the camera. She looked down, saw the unmistakable bulge below my waistband and pretended to be shocked – eyes wide, hand over her mouth – and whispered something to Lola.

Lola looked over at me, nodded, then beckoned me closer. Closer. Until I was kneeling on the bed again, between Chrissy’s open legs, pointing the camera in her face.

Lola purred, “Chrissy has a special request.” She took the camera from my hands but kept it trained on Chrissy as she pivoted to filming side-on. Chrissy took a deep breath, paused for a second, then looked into the camera, her head down. She was asking permission.

“I want some cock please ma’am.”

‘Show it to me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chrissy’d hands were on my waist, then they were in my joggers, and then a single tug brought them down, violently releasing my arousal. It sprang up, slapped Chrissy on the chin and then came to rest directly in her eyeline.

“Very well. You may indulge.”

There was a brief moment of mutual gazing – Lola looking at me with curiosity, Chrissy with excitement. I made eye contact with Lola, who just mouthed “Enjoy it”. Chrissy held me by the shaft, feeling my hardness and wrapping her fingers round me to feel my thickness.

“It’s been a while,” she said, opening her legs as far as the binds would allow, “So go easy.” She pushed me down from the waist and leaned back on her hands.

I put my legs under hers, and she lifted herself onto my lap as I held my dick up. The tip glided in, her wetness pulling it into her as her lips embraced my shaft. I lifted myself up, slowly, allowing her to gradually take the rest of me inside her.

She was so wet and yet so tight. I felt her body crash into mine, my entire length now swelling further. Chrissy threw her head back as I slowly pulled myself out of her. Before I could complete the pull, she had thrust forwards and I was engulfed again. We quickly found our rhythm – slow, deep strokes allowing her to feel every contour of my cock as she moved up and down on it. Chrissy was moaning and stroking herself, Lola couldn’t look away.

“Is it good, baby?”

“So….good…”

“Do you wish I had one?”

Lola was filming over my shoulder, fixated on the penetration. Slow, forceful. She handed me the camera so that I could film them kissing while Chrissy was being fucked, and the sight nearly made me finish instantly. I pulled out, Lola filming in super close-up, and Chrissy instinctively tried to pull me back in.

“I’m…close,” I breathlessly explained, lying back to process what had just Escort Artvin happened. Lola put the camera down and lay down on her front, resting her hands on my legs. Chrissy put her hand between Lola’s legs and played with her, but Lola was gazing at my cock. Still hard, the head was glistening with Chrissy’s juices and Lola gingerly tried to wrap two fingers around the top of my shaft, just below the ridge of the head. They didn’t quite fit, and she slid them down to the base before letting go. I shuddered.

Chrissy noticed, and started teasing her. “Do you want a go?”

Lola moved Chrissy’s hand and sat up on the bed, facing me. She rolled onto her knees, grabbed Chrissy’s hair and pulled her face into her crotch. Within seconds, Lola was quivering and pushing Chrissy away. These women know each other’s bodies so well.

Lola turned back to me and and lifted her leg over mine. She was straddling my thighs, sliding the heat of her, wet- fresly lubricated by Chrissy’s tongue – only the shaft of my cock. She slowly, agonisingly stroked me with her pussy, taking delight as I grew harder with each pass. I felt her reach the end, overshooting. And then, with what I swear was a shrug, she gently lowered herself onto me.

I don’t know that I was Lola’s first, but the trepidation which which she let me inside of her suggests that I must have been. Half inch by half inch, holding my cock tight so it couldn’t slip. She moved her hips in circles around my head, making herself wet enough for it, then held me in place as she slowly bumped her pelvis into mine.

We looked at each other, shocked. Then we smiled, appreciating the ridiculousness of the situation. Chrissy had the camera and was taking pictures of us as we awkwardly discussed whether and how to continue.

“Shall I keep going?” I asked.

“I’m kind of in your hands here. No pressure…”

I slowly began to move inside Lola, hearing her gasp as she felt me move back and forth, gently at first but increasing the pressure with her apparent pleasure. I reached down to stroke her in time with my thrusts but Chrissy had beaten me to it. I could feel her tongue on my cock as she flicked it against Lola’s clit.

“Are you enjoying this?” I asked her, probably too many times.

“Listen… UH,” she said. “I will…UH… tell you if I don’t… UH… like it…” she gasped. I was thrusting harder now, starting to lose control. Chrissy, one step ahead, had the camera again and was filming as I pulled myself out of Lola.

She got me rolling onto my back, grabbing my hair trigger hard-on and pointing it down.

She moved closer, framing my trembling cock in the foreground.

And then she reached over, wrapped her fingers around its swelling head, and stroked it upwards..

Lola watched with a combination of amazement and disgust as the first rope shot up into the air at a slight angle, splattering the bed’s curtains. Chrissy let go but was too late to avoid being caught in the eruption. Still shuddering, I rolled onto my side as the girls started laughing.

“Every time?” Lola asked, with faux-naivete. “Seems like a hassle to me.”

We cleaned up, then hooked up the camera to the TV and watched our masterpiece. As Lola and Chrissy saw themselves naked in ultra-HD, writhing and moaning and coming over and over again, I sensed they were in the mood for a sequel. I quietly returned to my room, and watched the video of Lola sampling my cock. Over and over again.

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** All characters are over 18. Please be kind as this is my first attempt at doing this solo without a regular proofreader. More to come! **

Jocelyn Carson pushed the bronze-framed double glass doors at the entrance to the conference center of Jenner University, where she had been attending for the past three years. She pursed her lips as she made her way to the school of business faculty-student mixer, in a well-appointed spacious room just down the main corridor. It was a gorgeous meeting space, but Jocelyn silently criticized the obvious expense of building it. Could have updated most of the old classrooms with the money you idiots wasted on this place, she thought.

She smoothed out her perfectly tailored black business suit, knowing how it hugged her slim form and accentuated her beauty without making it the proverbial main attraction. The one thing Jocelyn didn’t like about that particular outfit is that the jacket was a bit too tight for her ample breasts — not that she minded, it did tend to draw the eyes of others, which made her feel sexy. Mentally she corrected herself as she watched the eyes of several professors drift her way, making her frown. Being a gold star lesbian, the only eyes Joeclyn wanted gazing on her would be those of other women. She had never felt drawn to men and never would be. Girls were softer, sexier, smelled better and tasted heavenly, like nothing else on earth.

As she maneuvered her way around the room, Jocelyn searched for a friendly face in the sea of people scattered throughout the room. Her roommate Paula had sworn up and down she would be there to keep her company, but the slim redhead was nowhere to be seen. Jocelyn frowned. As an outgoing woman, she loved get-togethers like this, but it felt stuffy and unremarkable. Or just fucking boring, she said to herself.

Jocelyn ran her long fingers through her wavy chestnut brown hair, finding a small tangle and freeing it up. Sighing and thinking the whole trip was time in her life she would never get back, she turned towards the door, fully intent on marching out of the room immediately. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a hand waving, so she turned to see who was trying to get her attention.

Expecting it to be someone she did not want to talk to, Jocelyn simply turned her head, planning to nod as she made a beeline for the exit which lay across twenty feet of Brazilian cherry wood flooring. Her eyes widened in surprise when she discovered it was Cheyenne Anders, a gorgeous bottle blonde that was a good friend that she hung out with a lot with. Involuntarily, she felt her lips breaking into a broad smile that showed her perfectly straight white teeth that often got tons of compliments. Most of them she chose to ignore, since they came from guys with one thing on their minds, which was pointless due to the fact that she had no interest whatsoever.

Cheyenne wasn’t nearly as outgoing as Jocelyn, but with friends she felt comfortable expressing herself much more openly. Her black heels made a distinct noise as she scurried over and threw her arms around her friend, pulling her into a tight embrace. Jocelyn took a sharp intake of breath, partly due to the girl crashing into her, but mostly because of the warm sensation of her body, breasts pressing together and the sensation of breath at her ear. Cheyenne was not quite as curvy as her friend but had a generous figure nonetheless.

The lighter haired girl released her friend and then took a step back to a respectable distance, knowing Jocelyn was into girls and not wanting to seem like a tease. “I was afraid I was left alone with all of these creepy guys,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Jocelyn looked into the girl’s piercing green eyes but tried not to stare into them too long and make her uncomfortable. “Fear not, I will protect you. Could always pretend we are a couple.”

Cheyenne frowned. “Nice try, not ever gonna happen. ‘A’ for creativity though, I will give you that,” she said, clearly not offended.

Jocelyn smiled and winked playfully at her. “Well, there is a lot of psychology research out there that pretty much concludes that sexuality is a spectrum, and pretty flexible for women. Soooooo basically most women have an innate sexual attraction to other women.”

Cheyenne laughed out loud, drawing annoyed glances from a group of well-dressed women with gray hair, making her cheeks go pink from embarrassment. Once she regained her composure, she leaned in and whispered, “Cute, but not true. I love men, no attraction to women at all. Thanks but no thanks.”

“A girl’s gotta try, right? Just kidding!” Jocelyn lied, trying not to creep out the other girl.

“Probably true, I should cut you some slack I guess. Have any good classes this semester?”

Jocelyn thought for a moment, wondering if she should respond with something factual or more personal. She let her eyes graze the slight amount of cleavage peeking out of the other girl’s conservative black dress, wondering once again how they might feel to touch and caress, Antep Escort but knowing how impossible that prospect would ever be. A straight girl would never knowingly let a lesbian touch her sexually, or at all, for that matter. Female doctors were lucky because their touch, although clinical, was almost unconditionally accepted as appropriate.

At that moment a flurry of possibilities flooded Jocelyn’s conscious mind, wondering if there was any legitimate way to have unfettered access to her straight friend’s body without it raising any alarms. After a split-second, the thought of massage therapy popped into her head, since she was already studying to get her license, enabling her to have a side job. Yes, that could work, especially if Cheyenne thought it was somehow a favor for a friend.

Jocelyn cleared her throat and smiled slightly. “Well my business classes have been pretty challenging, but my massage therapy classes have been the absolute best. A few more practice sessions and I will get my license!” she blurted out all at once.

Cheyenne’s eyebrow went up in response to the statement, though it did not surprise her. She knew full well that Jocelyn had been following that path, but had assumed she was finished already. “Oh wow, really?” she asked.

Jocelyn smiled knowingly and nodded. “Yes, just been a little hard getting volunteers with finals right around the corner. Oh well, it can wait a few weeks I guess,” she said, her voice trailing off, tinged with feigned disappointment.

“Seriously? Doesn’t seem like a big commitment for something that important,” Cheyenne said, clearly annoyed.

“Well you can’t force people to do something right? I’ll find someone eventually to help,” Jocelyn responded, with a casual shrug of her shoulders.

“Oh come on, what’s involved? It can’t be that time consuming!” Cheyenne said, almost angry now.

Jocelyn looked the girl square in the eyes before responding, as if somehow locking her attention and will into the next statement. “Just thirty minutes to an hour per session. Just need about 4 sessions to finish it up.”

Cheyenne giggled loudly. “Free massages? And helping out a friend to boot? Shit, sign me up,” she said with a grin.

Jocelyn smiled triumphantly, realizing that her sexy straight friend had fallen right into her less than pure intentions, giving her nearly free rein to touch her without any consequences. “All right then, it’s a date. Let’s say tomorrow evening, maybe 6:30?” she proposed.

“Make it seven and I might bring wine!”

Jocelyn barely paid attention in her classes the next day, her mind spinning wicked sexual fantasies about Cheyenne that nearly always culminated in full on passionate lovemaking. If she was that pent up when the girl came over, it would spell certain doom for her intentions. After classes were over for the day, she sprinted back to the apartment where she lived alone, desperately craving self-satisfaction to calm her libido.

Fluffing up the numerous white pillows on her queen-sized bed, she leaned back gently, letting a long breath out of her lungs through her teeth, almost creating a faint whistle. She smoothed out the almost too short plaid skirt she chose that day, loving the feeling of the slightly coarse fabric on her finger tips, stimulating her senses a bit.

As she ran her fingers over the silky skin of her legs, Jocelyn let her mind paint a vivid picture of Cheyenne lying face up on the massage table, completely naked, eyes closed, her dirty blonde hair spilling on the table by her head. Her friend’s eyes were closed, her full lips forming a relaxed smile that seemed to beg for a kiss.

In her mind’s eye, Jocelyn soaked her hands in warm, coconut-scented massage oil, letting it drip off her fingers from the girl’s supple neck, through the valley of her ample breasts, past her belly button, and stopping just above her completely bare womanhood. She watched the transparent tan liquid create random trails across Cheyenne’s skin, following the path of least resistance, but making her body look even more tantalizing.

“How does that feel?”

She heard her voice reply, “Oh incredible, it’s like warmth spreading all over my skin.”

Jocelyn fought a giggle as she laid her hands on the girl’s supple skin, slowly spreading the oil across her belly, her lips…and upwards…stopping just short of her breasts. Cheyenne let out a relaxed sign. “Your hands feel amazing.” she said, her eyes still closed, her words almost sounding like a moan.

Jocelyn moved her hand until it rested just below the blonde’s right breast, careful not to trespass on the spot itself. “You think so? Might be dangerous saying that to a gay girl that has her hands on your sexy naked body.” she said, giggling a bit.

Cheyenne smiled, finding the flirtatious game entertaining, sparking the urge to continue. “Sounds like you have her at your mercy…vulnerable…could easily be taken advantage of…” she said with a melodious chuckle.

Biting her lip, Jocelyn was conflicted Antep Escort Bayan about the mixed messages but excited at the same time, wondering if she should push her luck and try something, even if it was subtle. “Mmmm, maybe, having her hands…quite close….to places that they shouldn’t be.” she cooed, slipping her thumb to the side of her breast, but keeping it completely still.

Cheyenne, not expecting the almost touch, gasped and squirmed, feeling unfamiliar sensations and desires rise up inside her body. She willed her eyes to open, but found them unresponsive, instead her body fidgeting, incredibly aware of another woman’s subtle touch on the side of her breast, feeling the thumb start the beginnings of a subtle caress. Why was she allowing this to happen? It felt wrong, but somehow so good.

Emboldened by her reaction, Jocelyn slipped her oil-laden hand around Cheyenne’s breast, oiling and caressing it as the girl’s back arched upwards, seemingly forcing her body into her friend’s hand more fully. Slowly, she began working the nipple with the oil and her fingers, making the object of her passion moan and writhe with intensity. Unable to resist any longer, Jocelyn climbed on the table and straddled the other girl’s gyrating body, both hands now caressing her breasts, grinding against her gently.

Cheyenne’s face was burning with desire, even with her eyes closed, hungry and clearly losing control. Jocelyn leaned down and kissed her, finding the response from the other girl welcoming if not enthusiastic. The kissing grew more intense, tongues dancing wildly, as if suddenly in danger of devouring each other without restraint.

Jocelyn reluctantly tore her mouth from Cheyenne’s, this time causing the other girl’s eye to fly open, revealing deep passion and desire. Her legs were wedged between those below her, and Jocelyn slowly started pushing them apart, making it clear what she wanted, feeling no resistance as she kept going.

Breaking eye contact, Jocelyn moved down the table slowly, worried at any second she might stop what was happening. She settled between Cheyenne’s parted legs, eye level with a gorgeous pussy whose scent was invading her own senses, inviting her, begging her to come closer, to taste her.

Jocelyn nuzzled the fleshy out lips of the girl’s pussy, feeling her jump and moan in response, building her own desire, driving her head forward until she tasted it. She then formed her mouth against the other lips, sealing one against the other, claiming and possessing her straight friend while hearing intensely deep moans.

She felt delicate hands interlacing the hair on her head, connecting them even more, and clearly begging for more. Jocelyn pushed her tongue in deeply, making the other girl gasp and flinch, emitting a moan so intense it could wake the dead. Grasping the blonde’s hips, she darted her tongue in and out as smoothly as possible, making the body around her head writhe.

“Ohhhhhh fuck that feels good….oh Jocelyn don’t stop.” Cheyenne moaned loudly.

Momentarily smiling at hearing her name moaned in such a sexy way, Jocelyn withdrew her tongue and descended on the girl’s clit, fully intent on forcing out the most intense orgasm of her entire life. As she wrapped her lips around the beautiful nub, the girl shrieked loudly and spasmed, uttering unintelligible noises that delighted her all the more.

As the orgasm in her fantasy erupted, so did her own. Jocelyn moaned loudly, her toned hips thrashing, her fingers dripping as her body released its tense climax, her chest heaving from breathing so hard. She had to lay still for nearly thirty seconds for the tension to pass and her legs to finally relax; they had nearly formed a knot in the muscle during her sexy explosion. Oh wow that was a good one…hope the reality is even better, if I can pull it off without her screaming and running off., she said silently. Moments later, she bounced out of the disheveled sheets to take a quick shower to prepare for her esteemed guest.

Some distance away. Cheyenne arrived at her own tiny studio apartment just a block from the college campus. Granted, it was cramped, but she had been lucky enough to find a desperate graduate student that needed to fulfill her lease, so it was the deal of a lifetime. Once the door was locked, she let her long hair down and shook it out before stepping in front of the full length mirror mounted on the bathroom door.

She smiled as she considered her reflection, the way that her hair hung down in waves, how the dress hugged her hips, and how it teased just a hint of her cleavage. Aside from her smile, Cheyenne got the most compliments on her breasts, though usually it was phrased in the most crass way imaginable. Heads often turned quickly when she came into a room, though her friend Jocelyn had complained teasingly that it took attention away from her. They had been friends for some time and hung out often and clicked well, save for the fact that her friend was gay and teased her now and then.

Cheyenne Escort Antep turned away from the mirror and began thinking about her offer to help her friend pass her exams for massage therapy, wondering if she had ulterior motives. But I was the one that volunteered. She didn’t even so much as hint or ask me to do it. Maybe I am paranoid. she thought. Stepping into the shower, she let all those thoughts melt away until they were forgotten, like leaves driven away by a fall wind.

Jocelyn decided to prepare everything well in advance, leaving nothing to chance, where something could derail her planned seduction. It had to be subtle, so very subtle, gradual, and patient, or her friend could sense something was up and withdraw completely, maybe permanently. Even the black spandex yoga outfit she chose to wear for the occasion was subtle enough, her bare midriff showing but nothing more revealing. It was conservative enough not to set off alarms in the blonde’s head, but did show skin to be pleasant to the eyes. She checked the portable massage table again, adjusting the cushion designed to cradle her subject’s head while in the precut hole face down.

About ten minutes later, she heard a soft, almost tentative knock on her door, suggesting some wariness on the part of her friend. I am gonna have to be extra careful how I do this, needs to be subtle and low-key. I can manage that I think. Have to play the long game here. Clearing her own throat nervously, Jocelyn twisted the polished brass doorknob, and with a squeaking sound, opened the lightly stained oak door.

Cheyenne bit her upper lips nervously as she caught sight of her friend, her would-be therapist, and was surprised to see how great she looked. The stretchy dark fabric hugged her skin, accentuating her curves nicely, but not revealing anything more than a flat tummy she instantly envied. “Wow, Jos, you look great!” she said once she had broken her reverie.

Joceyln leaned in for a hug which was readily accepted, not lasting more than a second, but it gave her the chance to feel the warmth of the other girl enough to make her feel a little giddy. Once she pulled back, she noticed that her friend’s choice of attire was somewhat bland, a light blue pair of gym shorts and a loose-fitting matching top with white trim. It looked practical, given that it would be on the floor in a few minutes anyway. “Hey there you look–” she began, knowing that words like hot, sexy, or yummy would be over the top, “—good and ready.”

“Absolutely. I love me a nice massage and it’s been a long time since I got one.” Cheyenne said, entering the spacious apartment, taking a few steps to get a good look at the massage table. She ran her hand along the wooden frame along the edge, noted the headrest, and then pushed down on the top to see if it gave way or wobbled at all.

“Ah fear not, milady, that is a professional grade table that cost me quite a bit to get.” Jocelyn promised, leaving out the part that she had gotten quite the deal from a woman who retired from the business.

The blonde didn’t divert her attention from the table but continued the conversation. “Well, that’s real commitment, especially as a business major. I guess I pictured you more as the corner office power-CEO type.” she said quietly.

Jocelyn moved to the girl’s side, but far enough away not to invade her space. “Oh I can be a massage therapist and do that too. Maybe I can have my own brand of places around the world.” she said with a giggle.

From the angle where she was standing, she could see Cheyenne’s nostrils flare slightly, indicating that she had discovered the scent of her perfume. It had a rich, sensual scent that was amazing and delightful.. She watched as her friend considered if she liked it and then watched as she took in a deep breath through her nose.

“Wow, that perfume…where did you get it from? Never came across anything like that in my life before.” she asked.

“Oh, it’s custom made, so you won’t find it on the shelf anywhere, sorry.” Jocelyn said, reaching up and patting the table. “Ok now get undressed and lie face down. Don’t worry, I will cover your ass with a towel to respect your privacy.”

Cheyenne’s eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting nudity or near-nudity to be part of the equation. “Yeah…that’s not…what I am comfortable with.” she said, stuttering.

Jocelyn knew that having a factual argument about something emotional was an instant non-starter, so her mind frantically searched for something to lay the issue to rest. A moment later, she stood at the far side of the table and patted it. “Ok, but let me show you something. Take your sweatshirt off and leave your bra on and lay face down ok?” she said with a slight smile.

Cheyenne’s mouth frowned a bit, as if expressing deep skepticism, but reasoned that anyone who knew her had seen at least that much when she wore a bikini. She turned away and pulled the top upwards in a single stroke, and nonchalantly dropped it to the floor. As she climbed up, she kept her front away from Jocelyn’s gaze as if protecting herself from being seen. Once there, she fitted her face into the pillow-like fabric and let out a breath. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have offered, she said to herself, her doubts looming now.

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Wine Country Girl Ch.05

Alex finally finds what she’s been seeking.

Best to read the chapters before this one to get the essence of the backstory!

***

It was the first Wednesday after Thanksgiving that I found myself sitting in the massive office of Georgia Mae Goodnight, Chairwoman and CEO of Mid-America Fine Wine and Spirits Distributors. Since it was my day off, Georgia invited me to have lunch with her and finalize the details for me accepting the newly-formed position as Director of Communications for Mid-America. I was so excited and looking forward to my new challenge but first I’d need to give notice to the TV station where I’ve been working for the last two and a half years.

As usual, Georgia was dressed to the nines in a beautiful dress that accentuated her toned legs. In fact, most everyone I’d seen since I’d walked through the door was dressed smartly in what seemed like designer fashions. Both women and men. It brought to mind the movie The Devil Wears Prada but Georgia was far from the Miranda Priestly character played by Meryl Streep.

Today she was the consummate professional – a far cry from the day I seduced her in her mansion in the tony Mission Hills section of Kansas City…an act that hasn’t been mentioned and certainly hasn’t been repeated since. Probably a good thing.

“Alex, I totally understand you feel it’s the right thing to do to give the station a month’s notice that you’re leaving,” Georgia intoned as she took a sip of the hot tea sitting before her on the conference table.

I nodded my agreement.

“I know the GM over there so perhaps I can see if we can whittle that time down a bit so we can get you started here sooner rather than later,” she said in her slightly twangy voice.

“I appreciate that Georgia.”

“Either way, let’s plan on you starting here after the New Year. When we’re done here, I’ll show you your new office and then we’ll walk over to HR to take care of some paperwork.”

“I am so excited Georgia. Thank you again for the opportunity. I won’t disappoint you.”

“I know you won’t honey,” Georgia answered in a way that suggested any failure on my part was not an option.

Just then her assistant knocked on her office door and entered pushing a cart with salads, drinks and other accompaniments and parked it next to a wet bar at the back of the room. Georgia thanked her and the assistant quickly left the room.

“I’m famished,” Georgia said as she got up and walked over to make herself a salad plate.

“So, you’ll be meeting with Jennifer in HR. She’ll handle getting you set up with payroll and email. She’ll also go over our benefits package, tell you how to go about getting your car and cover off on your clothing allowance.”

Georgia looked up in time to see me cock my head slightly at that last item.

“Clothing allowance?” I asked excitedly.

She paused for a minute as I saw her eyes give me the once-over then she smiled.

“Well, you won’t be doing the weather report anymore so I figure if you’re going to rubbing shoulders with the titans of the beverage industry you’d better start looking the part.”

I can pretty easily read between the lines so I knew she was referring to my conservative and plain (and probably frumpy) on-air wardrobe and she pulled it off without coming across as being condescending.

“Thank you! I said with a broad smile on my face.

“We’ll set you up an appointment with my fashion consultant at Nordy’s to get you started.”

As we munched on our salads Georgia changed the subject.

“Alex, hon, there’s one thing I’d like you take care of before you start here.”

“Sure thing Georgia.”

“It’s about your ex, Hunter.”

I looked over at her anxiously.

“Well, he applied for a position here as a wine curator a while back. We’ve interviewed him and he comes across as an unpretentious up-and-coming wine sommelier who seems to really know his craft. We’re going to give him a shot and hire him.”

I gulped and nodded silently. I had known this was a possibility.

“But before we do, I need to get your assurance that you can get along with him in the workplace here. The last thing we need is you kicking the poor guy’s ass and causing a huge HR issue for me.”

She laughed when she said that last part but I knew deep down she was being deadly serious. I didn’t intend to squander this opportunity and cause any sort of problem that might push Georgia to have to decide between keeping me or Hunter.

“We’ll be fine,” I said in a reassuring tone.”

“I’m sure you will be,” Georgia responded as she looked me squarely in the eye then turned to look at the laptop in front of her on the table.

She took another bite of her salad as she stared at the screen for a few moments.

“Now, for planning purposes, there are a few things you’ll need to put on your schedule for January.”

I grabbed my pen and prepared to make notes in my small notebook.

“Let’s see,” she said as she went through her calendar. “You start on Monday the 2nd. On the 14th Antep Escort we have a table at the annual Women in Business gala and I want you to be there to help rep our company and start meeting people. Then on the 17th we leave on our trip to Western Australia. Plan on being away for a couple of weeks or so. I’m still finalizing details.”

I tapped my pen on the paper a couple of times as I quietly pondered the trip to Australia, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Georgia.

“Don’t worry, Hunter won’t be joining us on the trip,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. “But Raffaele may,” she added without looking away from the screen.

I smiled meekly not because of that, but because I thought there might be an opportunity to see if I could find my first college roomie Elyse. I felt a warmth flush through my body at the thought.

“What’s the purpose of the trip to Australia if you don’t mind my asking?”

“We’re going to tour some wineries in the Margaret River region. Although they only produce about five percent of the country’s total wine output, they’re generally of superior quality compared to other regions. I’m thinking of making an acquisition or two. I trust you have a passport?”

“I do, and I just checked and it’s valid for another seven years.”

“Perfect,” she replied.

Then Georgia glanced at her watch. Dabbing at her mouth with her napkin, she rose from her chair signaling our lunch meeting was at an end.

“Okay, well I have a one o’clock so let’s go check out your new digs. I think you’ll like it.”

Life was definitely looking up for me and I was literally on Cloud Nine as I walked out of the office that afternoon. Just five months ago I felt like I’d hit rock bottom after Hunter dumped me. I was hurt and angry for a while but I’ve been able to channel that anger through some intense workouts in the gym and with my Krav Maga training. Most of all, I’ve finally begun to move on from Hunter and have even found room in my heart to start forgiving him.

Georgia was right. We’ll need to not only co-exist at Mid-America, but we’ll need to be able to effectively collaborate and work together. I picked up my phone and quickly tapped out a text to him.

Hey Hunter – Hope all is well. Can we meet for coffee this week? I have something I need to talk to you about

He replied quickly:

IDK pretty busy right now

I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to see me given what happened the last time at Maggie’s bar.

Please…it’s important

It took a few minutes for him to finally reply.

Ok. Meet you at the coffee shop Saturday at 9

Next, I called my general manager at the station and gave him my notice that I was leaving. He was neither surprised nor did he let on that he might have been given a heads up from anyone. I felt a heavy burden lifted off my shoulders knowing that I could see a bright shiny light at the end of a very dark tunnel. I truly loved the job but I was happy I wouldn’t have to deal with the drama and the b.s. at the station anymore.

Saturday morning I threw on my usual workout gear and headed out to meet Hunter, a heavy hoodie protecting the girls (and me) from the cold December air. When I walked in I saw him sitting at the table in the corner where we always used to sit every Saturday morning. We would hold hands and talk about our future together as we had our usual drinks: a chai latte for me and for him, a tall cinnamon dolce latte, split the pumps with white mocha, skinny, extra hot, no whip and extra sprinkles. If that shouldn’t have been a red flag for me I’m not sure what would be. LOL.

I half expected him to stand and try to give me a hug as I approached but thankfully he didn’t bother. He already had his coffee which told me he’d been there awhile.

“Hey Hunter, how’ve ya been?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Doing great. I’m seeing someone now.”

“Oh? Anyone I know?”

“I doubt it. It’s just someone I met on a dating app a few weeks ago,” he replied and then quickly looked down at his coffee.

I smirked slightly at the thought. “Well, I’m happy for you Hunter,” I said as I gently patted his arm.

“How about you? You seeing anyone?”

I contemplated lying to him but to what end.

“Naw, not ready to jump back on that horse just yet.”

“Humph,” was his grunted reply.

I stood up and went to the counter and ordered my chai. When I came back Hunter was furiously sending texts to someone. When he saw me, he quickly turned his phone face down on the table.

“Something important so early on a Saturday?”

“No, just my girlfriend wondering where I am. We’re supposed to go to her mother’s house to bake Christmas cookies today.

He said this as I was taking a sip of my tea and I almost spat it out on the table. He glared at me as I wiped my mouth and tried unsuccessfully to hide my grin.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, I don’t know Hunter. It just seems so domestic of you to be playing house and baking with your new girlfriend. We never did that kind of stuff when we were together,” Antep Escort Bayan I mused.

“Yeah well, maybe that was part of our problem…that we didn’t do enough stuff together,” he said with a slight stammer. “Besides, I don’t have a lot of say in the matter.”

I contemplated his response for a moment, amused that his vulnerable feminine side was showing a little. Then I briefly wondered if he let his girlfriend peg him. When we were dating we didn’t have what you would call a torrid sex life. When we did have sex, which wasn’t very often, it was usually me initiating things.

But he enjoyed a little ass play and liked it when I used my dildos on him. As much as I’m sure he wanted me to, he never had the guts to ask me to strap on and fuck him there. Funny, had he asked, I would have willingly done so and I might even have gained some additional respect for him.

My mind briefly drifted back to my wine country visit and getting fucked by Bree on one night and then by Maggie a couple of nights later. Just the thought of getting pounded by those beautiful ladies made my pussy instantly wet. When my body shuddered slightly I snapped myself out of it and focused back on my conversation with Hunter.

“So what’s so important that you needed to meet Alex?” he asked impatiently.

“Right,” I began, “it’s about Mid-America. It looks like we’re both going to be working for the same company now.”

Hunter nodded knowingly. “Yeah, I heard that too,” he softly replied. “Mrs. Goodnight told me.”

Funny, I thought, here he was calling her Mrs. Goodnight when I was on a first-name basis with our new boss. I suppose our circumstances were a bit different since I’ve now gone down on both her and her daughter after all.

“Hunter, I’ll get straight to the point. Georgia and I had lunch yesterday and since you and I will not only be working in the same building, we’ll probably be working very closely together to build Mid-America’s wine portfolio. She doesn’t want to see any issues between us because of our uh, past history together.”

Hunter stared at me as I leaned in and continued speaking.

“Look, both of us need these jobs. Let’s just call a truce and agree to get along and act like grown-ups going forward. Who knows, we might even have a little fun while we’re at it.”

I saw a momentary flicker in his eyes. “Not that kind of fun Hunter,” I said as I cocked my head and smiled gently.

I patted his arm again. “Hey, just cuz we’re not in love any more doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh no, I’m still pissed as hell at you but I’m getting better. One day at a time Hunter,” I replied with a warm smile and a wink.

“Fair enough, he said as he raised his cup to me. “Here’s to a truce and being friends.”

I tapped cups with him and put my cup on the table and stood up. “Okay, I gotta run and get my workout in. You have fun baking or whatever it is you have to do today.”

“Thanks Alex. See you at the office soon I guess.”

I smiled, turned and walked out into the cold air. My nipples were stiff and I could feel the humidity between my legs but I’m sure that was probably more from the erotic thoughts of the lovemaking at the B&B more than anything else. A good workout would do me some good. Thankfully the fitness center was nearby.

The place was packed when I got there – typical for a Saturday a few weeks before Christmas. I’m a regular so I know most of the staff and quite a few of the other regulars who work out there. I said my hello’s then stripped off my hoodie and put my stuff in a locker and went to find some space to stretch my legs before I warmed up with a few miles on the treadmill.

I put my earbuds in and started jamming to some Taylor Swift as I went through my routine to limber up. Ordinarily I like to run outside but since it was 20 degrees with a wind chill, no thanks! As I stretched, I noticed a pretty brunette probably about my age also stretching nearby.

Her long hair tied up in a pony tail, she was sitting on the mat with her long legs outstretched and was wearing very sexy short white yoga shorts with a matching sports bra. Instinctively my eyes drifted to the area between her legs where I could faintly make out the outline of her labia. When she leaned downward toward the mat I got a nice glimpse of her cleavage and the tops of her breasts. Though they weren’t big, they fit her frame nicely.

I discretely watched the woman stretch as I did my own stretches. When she finally sat up straight, I got a good look at her face. She had an angular face with a cute upturned nose and pouty lips. She looked vaguely familiar to me but although I couldn’t place where I might have seen her before, I was pretty sure it wasn’t here at the gym.

I tried not to be obvious but at one point she looked straight at me and caught me checking her out. She smiled slightly and I was positive she probably recognized me from doing the news – certainly a common occurrence in this town. I returned the Escort Antep smile and went back to my stretching but still watching her out of the corner of my eye.

She finally stood up and I got my first glimpse of her full body. Tall and long-legged, her shorts left little to the imagination. Her well-defined, muscular legs told me she was also a runner. Her ab’s were toned and we looked to be about the same size in the boob department. I could see the points of her nipples as they pressed against the fabric of her bra. Though not as prominent as my own, I knew I wouldn’t hesitate to take them in my mouth if given the opportunity.

She turned away from me and straightened her legs as she bent at the waist and leaned down to stretch her hamstrings. When she did this, the thin material of her shorts pulled up into the crack of her butt and I got another peek as it pulled between her lips. I bit my lower lip and discretely moved my fingers to my crotch and lightly pressed in feeling the heat and wetness of my sex. I closed my eyes as I inhaled the aroma from my fingers. When she spread her legs apart I gasped as I exhaled.

I could feel the dopamine surging in my brain and the urge to pleasure myself took over my need to get a workout in. I knew the pulsing I was feeling in my nether regions wouldn’t go away with a run or even a sprint for that matter. The best thing I could do for myself was to get way from there and get away fast.

As I moved to stand up I could feel the blood drain from my face and I suddenly felt light-headed. I dropped to one knee to gather myself as I put my face in my hands. When I took my hands away from face I saw the woman was standing directly in front of me, my face not more than two feet from the front of her shorts.

She put her hand on my shoulder and asked, “Are you okay Alex?”

I looked up and as I regained my composure, I saw a familiar concerned face looking down at me, those green eyes were unmistakable.

“Um, yeah. I think I was about to faint.”

She reached down to help me up. As I stood, I inhaled and took in her fragrance as my eyes lingered on her tight body.

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Cool, you had me worried there for a second,” she replied with a relieved smile.

I think I blushed a little and my eyes reflexively dropped to take in her hard nipples for a brief moment. She was looking straight at me when I looked up again. Her smile turned into a grin.

“I think I need to leave,” I responded with a sheepish smile.

“I think I know what you need,” she said as she reached down and took my hand.

When she touched me, I felt a bolt of energy rush through my body and I visibly trembled.

She pulled me along behind her and led me down a corridor where I knew there were a variety of rooms for holding spin, yoga and other classes. At the end of a hallway was the last room lined with a wall of windows. The lights were off and she gently pulled on the door handle to see if it was locked. It wasn’t.

She turned and looked at me, smiled and opened the door and pulled me through the doorway as it closed softly behind us. The room reeked slightly of perspiration from a class that had obviously been held that morning.

The woman scanned the room and eyed a corner that was not visible through the windows or from the door. The faint light coming from the hallway reflected off the mirrored walls that surrounded us.

“C’mon, we don’t have a lot of time until the next class,” she said in a low voice as she led me to a far corner.

She spun me around and pushed me back against the mirrored wall. Holding me by the shoulders, she looked into my eyes for a long moment before speaking.

“I’ve wanted to do this since that day I saw you in the park,” she whispered as her hand went to the back of my head as she leaned in and bent her head slightly.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips expecting to meet the warmth of her lips against mine. She took my hair in her hands and pulled down baring my neck to her. I felt her hot breath on my neck as she leaned in started planting gentle kisses. Each time her lips met my skin it made my body tremble.

As she smothered my neck with her light kisses, she moved up to my ear and pulled my ear bud out and then I briefly felt her tongue swipe inside causing my knees to go slightly slack.

“You’re so hot,” she breathed into my ear as she gently nibbled on my lobe.

As she said that, her other hand slid up under my sports bra and found my stiff nipple. As she kissed my neck, she took it between her fingers and tweaked and lightly pulled on it. I moaned into her hair as she moved to my other breast and did the same thing. I brought her face up to mine and parted my lips and put mine against hers but she pushed back.

“Uh uh, I don’t kiss girls,” she whispered softly.

Then she stepped back and spun me around so I was facing the mirror, I was bent slightly at the waist with my hands now on the glass. I could see her as she moved in behind me and pressed her pelvis against my ass and began a slow grind. She held me by the hips as she ground her mons pubis into by backside. As my hands pressed against the glass in front of me, I pushed back to meet her movements. This time it was her turn to moan as we did our slow grind.

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From the perspective of three women who explore love, lust, and the depths of their hearts. From the office to the classroom, to the church of pussy.

The University Dean

There are few things in this world that are perfect. I’m sitting in my office looking at a self-portrait photograph of Kate naked, wearing white stockings. In the photograph, she’s in a bedroom laying on the floor, but her legs are propped on the bed. Her hair is splayed across the carpet. Her body is slender, nipples pink, and there’s a patch of pubic hair that needs to be trimmed.

The other photo shows Kate sitting naked in a kitchen, barefoot with her hair tied in a bun, while reading a book. One leg is crossed and the sun shines down on her.

Perfect self-photographs, I think to myself. A faculty member found these pictures on the desk of Professor Behzadi, hidden beneath a stack of books, and brought the pictures to me.

Kate sits in my office, a stark contrast to her nude photographs. She’s a buttoned-down girl who looks sharp in her academic uniform. Her transcript is on my desk and I’m impressed by her grades and extracurricular achievements. Not quite top of her class, but close. Nonetheless a hard and disciplined worker.

“My intention is to avoid a public scandal,” I say. “A scandal would tarnish the stellar reputation of this institution. So let’s go over this. Then I’ll decide how to proceed.”

“Am I going to be expelled?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. If I follow protocol, then yes, expulsion proceedings will begin. We have a strict policy against moral transgressions. But perhaps we can avoid that and handle this situation discreetly.”

She keeps a straight face. “Thank you.”

“Were you coerced in any form? Something like that would help your case.”

“No,” she says. “Whatever you decide, do not blame Professor Behzadi for anything. This was entirely my fault. I swear.”

“Kate, please understand, Professor Behzadi’s tenure will be terminated either way. I’m trying to help you. Or would you rather your parents find out?”

These words sting her, but she tries not to flinch. Most students would be on the verge of a breakdown, but Kate is stronger than the delicate flower she appears to be. It’s rare to find a student that’s both academically gifted and mentally tough in the face of ruin.

I also have to admire Kate for protecting her teacher. Most students fold and say whatever necessary to survive in my office. This private university has great prestige. No one wants to leave. No one wants to disappoint their parents.

“Do not blame Professor Behzadi,” she says.

“If you agree that she coerced you, then we can skip a hearing. I can talk to her, she can resign with dignity and avoid public shame.”

Kate shakes her head. “No, I won’t do that. Because it’s not true.”

The reality is, I have little interest in expelling the student and firing Professor Behzadi because both situations require due process. Being a religious institution, having a sex scandal would likely make national headlines. Enrollment and fundraising would take a massive hit.

Kate is a smart girl, she probably knows this.

I switch strategy and open her file.

“Okay, fine,” I say. “We’ll go over things point by point. First, I want clarity on the main controversy. Are you in a sexual relationship with Professor Behzadi?”

Kate pauses for a moment. “Will my answer be used against us?”

Smart girl.

“Great question. How about this; everything discussed in my office will remain confidential. I won’t repeat this to anyone. I won’t use it against either of you in a potential hearing. I’m just trying to find a diplomatic solution. Sound good?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Now let me repeat,” I say. “Are you in a sexual relationship with Professor Behzadi?”

“Yes.”

I’m gobsmacked by her admission because I wasn’t fully sure if this was the case. What makes this shocking is that Kate is such a pure-hearted young woman with a wholesome demeanor and booksmart sensibilities. Of course, young women have a strong interest in sex (as with anyone else), but for her to admit doing this with her professor is jarring.

Professor Behzadi, on the other hand, is a world history connoisseur who routinely gives paid lectures around the globe and even does media appearances. A few weeks ago she filmed a segment for a documentary that will air on a streaming service.

“How did things become sexual?” I ask.

“Quickly.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“That depends,” she says. “Am I allowed to be explicit? That’s the only way I can truly explain myself and everything that’s happened.”

“This is your secret forum. Say whatever you feel.”

“I appreciate that. If I’m allowed to say whatever I feel, then I’ll be honest. My sexuality has always been different. I’m more attracted to a person than any particular gender. When I first met Professor Behzadi and watched her give a lecture, I was immediately attracted Aydın Escort to her, but I didn’t know why. It was also the subject matter of ancient religions and spirituality. I discovered that intelligence is my preferred sexual interest.”

“At what point did Professor Behzadi become aware of your salacious feelings?”

“Towards the end of the semester,” she replies. “Every so often, I would walk by her office when I had extra time. She was either busy or I was too intimidated to speak with her. One day, her door was open and I noticed that she was sitting behind her desk doing work. I entered and introduced myself, which was clumsy because she already knew who I was. We’d spoken in class plenty of times.

She continues, “I wanted to talk privately because I was thinking of switching majors. Maybe do something with history. I considered becoming a historian or a teacher like her. I also considered joining the master’s program eventually; she runs that department. When I told her, she seemed receptive to my thoughts and we had a long conversation.

She continues, “Basically the professor wanted to see if my heart was in the right place because this kind of major isn’t for everyone. A week later, Professor Behzadi emailed me and asked if I’d be interested in enrolling in her new course Religion, Symbolism & Sexuality.”

“That’s the course you’re currently enrolled in, correct?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Tell me how things became intimate. It’s the most important part.”

“It happened a few months ago,” she says. “Have you ever seen the bookshelf in Professor Behzadi’s office?”

“I’ve seen it, sure, but I’ve never bothered to look at the books.”

“Her bookshelf is like the Holy Grail of interesting text. I’m floored every time I see them. Anyway, we were having a conversation by the bookshelf and she was showing me something. She held a book open and gave me a private lecture. I was standing so close to her, admiring her long dark hair, the color of her skin, her eyes and voice. I was so mesmerized that I kissed her on the cheek. I knew it was inappropriate, but it was like an outer body experience. I just did it. I couldn’t help myself.”

“How did she react?”

“In typical fashion. Her face was blank. It was like the kiss never happened. But I could see something in her eyes. They were so piercing, like always, but there was something else. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to throw me out of her office, or kiss me on the lips.”

“Well, things obviously escalated if she has intimate pictures of you.”

“True,” she says.

“I won’t drag this out any longer. My goal isn’t to make you uncomfortable. But I do have other questions.”

“Sure.”

I tap the pictures on the table. “Why did you take these pictures and send them to your professor?”

“I wanted her to have pics of me. The poses are inspired by images in her text books, which I found to be erotic. So it was like an exchange. She gave me her knowledge, and I gave her body in return.”

“Did the professor ever solicit these types of photos from you?”

“No, they were always my idea.”

“What did Professor Behzadi say upon receiving the images?

“Nothing much.”

“But she kept them.”

Kate nods. “The professor doesn’t show a lot of emotion, but I’ve always known deep down that she appreciates the photos I send her.”

“Do you mind if I ask more personal questions?”

“Sure.”

“Were you ever undressed in her office? Or anywhere on campus grounds?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about that. Give me a sense of what happened.”

She takes a deep breath. “I masturbate in the teacher’s office sometimes when she isn’t around. Like when I’d wait while she’s talking to another professor somewhere, I’d get bored — aroused is a better word — and I’d close the door and do it.”

“Did the professor ever find out?”

“I told her eventually. That’s how it all started with the pictures and everything. I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m naive, that the professor has taken advantage of me. That’s the furthest thing from the truth. I’m a young adult and I’ve made my decision.”

“Excuse me if this is too personal, but it sounds like you have feelings for her.”

“I think I’ve been clear. Put that in your report, if it comes to that.”

There’s a look of quiet defiance in her eyes, like any expulsion act against her, or disciplinary act against the professor will be met with fierce resistance. I’m disappointed in Kate and Professor Behzadi for engaging in such lewd activities with each other, especially on campus grounds.

At the same time, I find myself being sympathetic toward them. I understand Kate’s lust for her alluring and esteemed professor. And I understand the professor’s interest in Kate, a youthful spirit. If I’m being honest, for the first time since learning of this tryst, I’m aroused in a way that I haven’t been in years.

I’m silent for a moment. Kate is looking at me. I wonder what she’s Aydın Escort Bayan thinking, what’s truly on her mind, and I wonder if she notices that I haven’t had sex in a really long time. I’m supposed to be judging her, but I can feel Kate’s eyes assessing me.

Professor Behzadi’s Classroom & Office

The student in the fourth row crosses and uncrosses her legs. She doesn’t wear any panties and this makes her stand out in the lecture hall of over 100 students. It’s been this way for almost two months. I look, of course, but I don’t give her the satisfaction that she wants.

Kate expects me to blush, to get flustered, to stammer my words as I give a lecture on the artwork of ancient Greece, but that won’t happen. She won’t win. She never does. I’ll admit, however, that the whiteness of her thighs and pinkness of her lips will always and forever grab my attention.

I know for a fact that Kate removes her panties before coming to class, then afterward she returns to the bathroom to put her panties back on.

A teacher represents the purity of an adult. That’s what I was taught decades ago, when I was a young woman pursuing a master’s degree, with hopes of someday becoming an educator. My career is a privilege and these students are America’s future leaders.

Now here I am, enjoying the view being offered to me by a young white girl. Our supposed secret. The truth is that we’ve been playing this game for a while. She’s become the absolute center of my sexual life, but that’s not something she’d ever know.

I finish the lecture, in between taking glances of her naked crotch, and I dismiss the students at the top of the hour. Most students ignore me and leave, others nod and say, ‘see you next time,’ and a few have questions that I’m happy to indulge. After that I leave and have a short conversation with a faculty member in the courtyard.

When I reach my office and open the unlocked door, I’m both horrified and awestruck by what I’m seeing. Kate is sitting on a chair, except she’s not really sitting on it, with her knees on the cushion and she’s facing the window to the campus, while in the prone position with her long hair draped across her back. She’s reading a textbook with sticky notes marking the chapters, which means it’s from my desk.

Even worse (or perhaps, even better) her skirt is hiked and her white panties are down around her thighs, exposing her butt cheeks. At least she’s wearing her panties somewhere on her body. During class, her panties are in her pocket.

I close the door. Locking it, of course. Kate’s here which means privacy is demanded.

“Find something you like?” I ask.

“A book on symbolism.”

So the girl is reading the lectures for the coming weeks. And she’s still reading, not bothering to cover her bare butt, not bothering to look at me. I’ve been an educator long enough to know when a student is pretending to read and this is genuine. She’s actually reading the text. Kate has an inquisitive mind and a curious heart. That’s what I love about her. And that’s what she loves about me.

“That’s a good book. It’s our lesson in a few weeks.”

“Well then I’m excited.”

At last, Kate closes the textbook and stands, pulling her panties up. She blushes and her face looks even more innocent and youthful. She holds my textbook in her hands, pressing it against her chest like a schoolgirl on the way to class. When she stands in front of me, I tuck her hair behind her ears to see all of her face.

“What brings you to my office?” I ask.

I already know the answer to that. At this point, there’s only one reason she comes here.

“Nothing. I mean, I just wanted to bother you.”

“Try and think in a more positive light. Show me what you’ve been looking at.”

Kate opens the textbook and tries to find the passage she had just been reading. She finds it and shows me. As expected, it’s an artwork with nudity, which always captivates her interests. It’s a painting of breast bondage, something she’s confessed that turns her on a great deal. The girl’s mind is intriguing and I’m guilty of pushing her boundaries further than any teacher should.

I should stop doing this, but I can’t help myself. Not when her panties come off so easily for me. I tap my finger on the image she’d been looking at.

“That’s a scene from the Book of Maccabees.”

“Interesting. I’ve never heard of that.”

“Very few have. We’ll be discussing it in class in a few weeks. My question is, why are you looking at it? Why are you so fixated on this chapter?”

“You already know.”

Kate is correct. She always is. My biggest mistake in this perverted relationship is that I’m constantly misjudging her, taking her innocent appearance at face value. And she is an innocent young woman. Her only crime is being overly-curious, which ironically is my job to handle. It’s my job to satiate her intellectual needs.

“The lesson plan is about how female sexuality has been used against women. Escort Aydın It’s been the case throughout history, from the Book of Maccabees to the martyrdom of St. Agatha, to the Jewish chronicles of Sefer Josippon. There are countless examples, but the common thread is that women’s breasts have been mauled.”

“Disgusting, but that’s why it’s so important to learn about it.”

“I know.”

“And these illustrations?” she asks. “Do they ever excite you? I mean, the breasts. The bondage. The stunning historical artwork. Are you ever alone in your office, or at home, and then you feel something while creating a lesson plan? Something tingling between the legs.”

“You’ll be the end of me.”

Kate blushes. “I’m sorry.”

We stand in silence for a long moment and Kate allows me to stare into her eyes. Her eyes are like a puppy’s, expressing a deep and powerful longing for love and a desire to be accepted. I consider myself to be a great judge of character and I know she’s a sweet girl with a good heart. Everyone has sexual longings and hers is just a little bit more.

“Do you want a demonstration?” I ask.

“What did you have in mind?”

My eyes travel up and down her body. “Take your clothes off.”

As if to dismiss her obedience, I turn around and walk to my desk, outwardly ignoring her. Deep down, it’s torture as I listen to her undress. All I want to do is stand and stare at Kate removing her clothes but the act would diminish my stature as someone twice her age and an educator. And my academic stature is everything to me. I’ve worked too hard for it.

There are large rubber bands in my desk drawer and I grab some. I listen to her clothes being tossed on a chair and I feel a sense of guilt.

When I look at her, she’s halfway naked and I’m seeing her from the side angle. A white girl with fair skin. There’s nothing sexy about the way she’s undressing. It’s clinical, like she’s in a doctor’s appointment. That turns me on more than anything, that she’s doing this because I asked her to.

Kate even removes her socks and steps barefoot on the carpet. Then she faces me with nervous hands that tremble and pink nipples which are fully erect and a neatly trimmed brown bush. Her body had only recently developed and she is blessed in that department. She’s never been naked for an adult woman before, I can tell by the curling of her lower lip and the petrified look in her eyes. But I swear I can smell the aroma between her legs.

“Here’s a private lesson for you. I’m going to bind your breasts with these rubber bands, okay?”

She nods. “Where do you want me?”

“Have a seat on top of my desk.”

I’m sure it’s the first time that bare feet have ever walked across the carpet floor of my office, most likely the first time there’s ever been a naked student. I’ve had this office for a long time and there’s history which now includes Kate’s obedience. She sits on my desk and her butt cheeks press against the surface.

Her nipples are inviting and the pinkest I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. As much as I want to admire them, I have other things planned, stretching a rubber band apart, hoping Kate would blink and grab her clothes and leave. Instead the girl sits there with wondrous eyes and waits for this to happen.

So I let it happen, wrapping the thick rubber band around one of her breasts. I release the band as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt her. Not wanting to let such a delicate girl feel pain. But that’s impossible. The tightness of the band stings her and squeezes her breast in a round shape, causing her pink nipple to protrude.

Maybe, just maybe, this will scare Kate away from me.

It doesn’t.

The same thing happens with the other breast and Kate’s breasts form an unnatural shape in this bondage. Her breasts are becoming more red by second and her nipples are more erect and darken. She breathes heavier from the pain and arousal.

“Why aren’t you storming out of here?”

“Should I?”

“It would be wise. Look at your tits. They’re swollen. Your nipples are engorged.”

Kate looks down at her chest. “They hurt, but at the same time I feel something that’s impossible to describe. I’m assuming you’ve done this before, so you understand.”

“I’ve never done this with anyone.”

“So I’m the first?”

“You’re the first girl that’s ever been naked in front of me.”

Her eyes widen. “Go further if you want.”

My eyes focus on her darkening nipples and I pull them and slap her breasts which makes her squirm with a bit of pain. I never thought I’d be hurting anyone like this, much less my naked student, but here we are. I’m doing it because it’s exciting, and because I can smell her aroma now. The white girl is a hot mess.

I bend down and suck her nipple, which makes her moan, and with my free hand I reach below and touch between her legs. Wet, as expected. It’s my first time sucking a nipple and touching a cunt. I’m glad Kate’s my first experience and I’m certain it’s Kate’s first experience being touched this way.

My two fingers slip inside, the student is warm and drenched.

When she reaches down to touch between my legs, I slap her hand, swatting her away to reject her advance.

“Not there,” I say.

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Long before I ever met Celia (Soft Cow – 1) I was working as an intern on the regional paper for which I now work freelance. I was covering the trial of an Albanian drug dealer who’d been using kids, some as young as 10, to carry and sell his goods. One of them was a 14 year old called Tommy. We’d been tipped off by Tommy’s lawyer that he was prepared to talk to us and that his doing so might help other kids in similar situations. The sub editor told me to get a photographer and go and see Tommy, get his story and pictures. “Nothing that shows his face and call him something else in your piece. Now fuck off.” Well, it was like that back then.

I went in search of a snapper and found a girl I learned was called Erin Grain. She wore brown trousers with pockets on the side, back and front, a sort of tool belt, a brown soldier’s t shirt. Her hair was short and brown, her eyes green. Her feet, in work boots, were on her desk which was piled high with equipment and other paraphernalia.

“Hello, gorgeous. Looking to take me out on a date?”

‘I was hoping you might come with me and take some photos.”

“Photos? Me? That sounds like work. I was hoping a femme like you would find me irresistible.”

“Work was,” I said, “the idea.”

Erin grinned, stood up to reveal she was about four inches taller than me and pulled on a leather jacket. “Oh well, once you get to know me you’ll want to date me. Come on, slow coach, can’t hang about here.”

She had a car in the underground car park. She chucked fast food bags and other detritus onto the back seat and told me to get ‘your pretty arse in.’ The car was a tip and stank.

“You ever clean this thing?”

She smiled. “I live in this ‘thing’ far too much, I know. Next time I know I’m driving you, I’ll tidy it up.”

“You’re assuming I’m gay.”

She did a mock eye roll. “I know you’re gay. You go to a club I use.” She named it, ‘Lena’s.’ It was a dyke bar I particularly liked.

“I’ve never seen you.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.”

We arrived at the children’s home where Tommy was in care, spoke to the social worker who wasn’t entirely happy but finally allowed us to meet him when his lawyer turned up and gave permission.

“Tommy,” I said when the aparently confident young boy swaggered in, “I’m Eleanor, I’m a reporter.”

I wont be able to give you the exact words that formed the following conversation but here’s the gist. Erin sat down, and said something like ‘Hey Dude. Want your pic in the paper? I’m the girl to make you look way better than you really do.’

Tommy grinned. ‘Sure, you make me look taller too?’

‘You gonna look like a goddam film star.’

‘Works for me, bitch.’

The social worker, lawyer and I were gobsmacked. Erin was just so natural with him. As she set up I tried to get his story, but he was far more interested in her equipment. My digital recorder (state of the art back then) was nothing in comparison with her multitude of lights, lenses, tripods and things like umbrellas. Erin gave me a smile and, as she started snapping, she interviewed him for me! She got his whole story without, I suspect, him even knowing. By the time she’d finished I had recorded all I needed and I’d barely asked a single question.

She had a printer with her and ran off a couple of her pictures for Tommy and then she and the social worker went through every picture she’d taken and deleted any that could identify him.

Back in her malodorous car I said, “I have no idea what happened there.”

“Relax, babe, I have four younger brothers around his age.” I looked at her, assessing her age. 30 I guessed. “You’re right, half brothers. My Dad died and mum remarried, silly cow. Two sets of twins.”

“You were brilliant, thank you.”


“Buy me a drink at Lena’s”

“Happy to.”

“Tonight?”

I knew I wasn’t doing anything but it all seemed a bit quick, so I lied. “I can’t tonight. Maybe later in the week.”

“‘Maybe’ doesn’t cut it. Name an evening.”

We arrived back at the office having agreed to meet on the Friday of that week, three days away. Before we got in the lift, she gripped my arm. “Wear something femme for me, girl. You’re gonna look great on my arm.” She kissed my cheek and, when we were in the lift, she kissed me again, on my lips.

“You don’t hang about.”

“Too damn right.” I watched her as she walked away and she gave a little wiggle of her fingers which told me she knew I’d watch her. She gave her arse a little roll. As she turned the corner of the corridor, she turned and smiled.

I sat down at my desk and tried to write a story that did justice to Tommy’s story. He’d been orphaned at 6 and had spent his life since then in a variety of care homes and foster placements. Foster parents found him difficult. He often stayed out overnight, mixed with bad company and got into trouble with the police. His education had been at best sporadic but for long periods he’d had none whatever.

The Albanian, I’ll call him Tarik, was an illegal immigrant Artvin Escort who had, apparently, convictions in his home country for people trafficking and drugs offences, and had operated from a car wash in the city that also served as a money laundry. He never carried drugs himself but coerced youngsters with threats of violence or seduced them with money, drinks, cigarettes and drugs. To earn these, they had to deliver drugs to Tarik’s customers, usually cycling around the city. They’d be out at all hours and were at risk in a variety of ways. If they let Tarik down they knew they’d face serious consequences. Tommy told us he’d seen other kids being assaulted. We also reported that at least one youngster had been killed by Tarik or a member of his gang.

Tommy was picked up by the police after a long investigation had led to a major operation to gather evidence to convict Tarik and his crew. They’d discovered a large number of deals in Tommy’s pockets and concealed in the frame of his bike. Unusually, the lawyer had encouraged Tommy to speak to the police rather than ‘no comment,’ hoping that the police would see him as a victim rather than as a co-conspirator.

The officer leading the case had been sympathetic. I knew her, Inspector Anne Prentiss. She was one of the good ones and had quite often given me the inside track on an investigation. I was able, after the interview, to get a few useful quotes from her to add some weight and detail to my story.

That night, in my bed, Erin was all I could think of. My normal masturbation fantasy was a former girlfriend called Phillipa, who was by far the best bedmate I’d ever had to that date. She was uninhibited and sex with her had been exhausting in the very best of ways. Whilst she was not butch or domme, her favourite was to use her strapon on me in, as she put it, a canine manner. With me on all fours, she’d mount and fuck me, hard and not always stopping when I had cum. She could get herself off fucking me like that and, although it made my clit hypersensitive, I’d never have stopped her because she just loved it so much. Her orgasms were loud and lubricious. Occasionally she’d want my arse and despite initial misgivings I’d allowed and, ultimately, grown to love it. I especially loved the way she would prepare me for it, often with an oily massage with her fingers opening me and working oil into my arse until my muscle was relaxed and ready. The subsequent penetration was pain free and exquisite.

But that night, I was on my back, my legs wide, my knees tenting the bed as I penetrated myself with my fingers and, later, my slender vibrator. It was Erin who entered me, took me and lifted me over the edge and sent me to heaven.

The story was published as a feature in the Friday edition. Erin’s pictures of the anonymous boy were brilliant and somehow conveyed his attempted swagger but also his vulnerability. I was glad she got the credit for them.

We’d agreed to meet in a bar that was close to Lena’s so, in her words, we could have a quiet chat and get to know each other. The quieter booths at Lena’s were usually taken, she said, and it’d be good to be able to hear each other before we get dancing.

“You’re going to dance in those heels?” Erin had smiled at me as I’d entered the bar and given me a small wave and a ‘come here’ finger wiggle. She’d kissed me then stepped back a little to look at me.

I smiled. “You said to come femme. I’ll take them off if we dance.”

“When, sweetheart, not if. I want to get that body of yours real close.”

I’d worn a crimson, short, flared dress, tight at the waist, loose at the bust and I knew that Erin would be able, given her height, to see a lot of my admittedly small. tits. The dress had buttons from the back of my neck to the small of my back which meant it was a bastard to do up, but looked, I hoped, pretty good. I had decided not to wear a bra but I had worn a pair of sheer red nylon knickers that showed my dark triangle of hair. I had found a string of pearls in my jewellery drawer and hoped they added to the femme look I’d wanted for her.

Erin looked good. Her trousers were black and high waisted. She wore a simple white, open necked shirt. Her shoes were moccasins with small leather tassels. She was what my friend, Sally, called ‘good butch.’ That meant, for both me and Sally, that she looked good, classy but was obviously not a femme.

“I’m glad you came.” She gave me another kiss.

“I’m glad you cracked Tommy for me. I am here to buy you a drink to thank you.”

“No, babe, you’re here because we fancy each other. You look gorgeous by the way. I’ll have a beer please. And I thought you did a great job with the story. And thanks for the pic credit – that doesn’t always happen”

“Thoroughly deserved.”

I ordered a beer for her and a mojito for myself. We talked about family, work, her career.

“I wanted, when I was at college, to work in fashion. I fantasised about photographing super models and loads of hot women. I got Artvin Escort Bayan a job as an assistant to a fashion photographer and the dream wasn’t like the fantasy. Sure, there were loads of beautiful women and some were even gay, but, fuck, the people around them were total bastards and bitches. Even my boss, Lynne, was, when shooting, a total cow. She shouted at everyone, including me, even when things were going well.

“Ok, I get that time mattered so if anyone fucked about it could get expensive but when things went badly, Christ, I mean she was fucking mental.”

Erin was a good talker but she also had that most seductive of attributes, she was a great listener. It made me feel like I mattered and that is always special. She was also one of those people who touches a lot: my hand, my arm, my shoulder.

We held hands as we left the bar and, outside in the cool evening air, her arm went across my shoulders and mine around her waist and we walked the few hundred yards to Lena’s. There were two bouncers on the door. One was a typically big guy in an ill-fitting suit. The other was a girl, no taller than I and pretty with short blonde hair. She wore a suit too but hers looked like it had been tailored for her.

“Hey, Erin.”

Erin led me to the pretty, butch blonde. “This is Eleanor. Meet Lucy.”

We both said hello and I felt Lucy’s appraisal, We always do, don’t we? Lucy smiled at me, “You got lucky, girl. Have fun.”

Erin kissed me and led me into the lobby.

I said, “She doesn’t look big enough to be a bouncer.”

“She’s a black belt in karate, judo and something else and she’s a national team Thai kick boxer.”

“Right.”

Erin smiled. “She can take care of herself.” She flashed a membership card (I’d never had one – they were invitation only) and we made our way through the bar area to the main room. It was loud, with bodies dancing with other bodies, a lot of skin on view and fondling, kissing and handling going on. Without stopping for a drink, Erin folded me into her arms and started swaying with me. We kissed, my neck bent so her mouth could get to mine more easily. She said, “You’ve been flashing your tits at me all evening. I hope I haven’t been reading the signs wrong?”

I grinned at her. “This dress can be a bit revealing.”

“Which is why you wore it.” I felt her fingers run up from my arse to open the lowest three buttons and slide inside to stroke my bare flesh “Now, that is such a good idea. I like a woman who lets me in.”

With my arms around her neck, I pressed myself to her and kissed her hard, opening my mouth and letting her in there too. I could feel her nipples, hard under her shirt.

We danced although we really only swayed, I think because she wanted me to keep my heels on. After a while, we went to the bar and she bought us beer. She slid her hand in between the buttons again as we stood at the bar, surrounded by a press of others. She leant very close.

“I want to take you home with me.” Her free hand covered my breast. “I want to take you home and fuck your brains out. Will you keep your shoes on for me?”

“Of course.”

Her hand moved down further behind me, a finger tracing the crack of my arse. I leaned into her and said, “You can have me however you want.”

“Really?”

By way of answer I kissed her and said, “Could we go now?”

We left Lena’s. At the door she kissed Lucy the bouncer and wished her good night. She replied, “Looks like yours is going better than mine.” They laughed.

As we walked to Erin’s flat, she said, “You know I was showing you off, right?”

“Were you?”

“Sure I was. Cat that got the cream, me.”

“Can there be two cats who get the cream.”

“Hey, girl, you’re no pussy cat, you’re my bitch tonight.”

I squeezed her hand, which was my way of saying good.

Her flat was far neater than her car. It was spacious, the door opening onto a large lounge and dining room that smelt of home cooking. In her sitting room we kissed again and this time she undid the remaining buttons on the back of my dress and, leaning back from me, she pulled it away and let it fold down at my waist. She gave me a foxy grin and leant down to suck my nipples. They had grown hard, inevitably, and, I had been dying for her to touch them and suck them and the sensation was pure bliss. We broke briefly as she led me to her sofa, sat me down and started again to suck one nipple, while stroking the other. I was not exactly passive myself. I pulled her up so I could kiss her and, at the same time, unbutton her shirt. After all, I thought, if my girls were out, her’s should be too. She didn’t mind but her bra was a bit of a problem until I discovered it fastened at the front. It sort of snapped open and there they were; b cup and firm with dark nipples that were hard and proud.

We spent some time sucking and handling and kissing until she said, “How the fuck does the dress come off?”

I stood, unzipped the short zip at the side of my waist Escort Artvin and the skirt slipped down my legs. She, still sitting, placed her hand flat on the front of my knickers and smiled. “Sexy. They show off your pubes beautifully.” With that, she pulled them down. “Even better. Bedtime, baby.”

She stood up, her shirt open and her bra dangling, grabbed my hand and led me, naked but for my heels, to her bedroom. She took her shirt and bra off, kicked off her shoes and took me in her arms.

She kissed me, hard and deep, her tongue pressing into me. Then she stood back and started to take her trousers off. She peeled them down with her knickers to reveal an unruly pelt of hair. “I’m in charge tonight. You ok with that?”

I was very ok with that but actions speak louder than words so I dropped to my knees and kissed her cunt. Her fingers ran through my hair and pulled me tighter to her. A rewarding groan of pleasure made me work harder, spreading her lips with my tongue, finding her wet core, her hard clit. She tasted fabulous. I spent a good few minutes enjoying her.

Gently, she pulled me away by my hair and smiled down at me.

“Bitch time, baby. Get on the bed.”

As I mounted the bed, she opened a drawer and pulled out a sumptuous leather harness with a slim dildo attached.

“Watch.” Like I wasn’t going to? She strapped on and, pushing me onto my back, knelt between my spread legs. She leaned over me, her mouth beside my ear. “If I do anything, anything at all that you don’t like, say. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Get that?”

Given that assurance, she backed up and bent down and started to lick me. Feather light at first, her licks gradually became firmer and my arousal increased. She clearly enjoyed it as I had enjoyed going down on her. She took her time, slowly working my state of arousal ever higher. She took so long that it was something of a surprise when she stopped, moved up and looked into my eyes. She leant in to kiss me and, as she did, so her strapon entered me, just a little as if she’d just let the first inch go into me. Her body was hard, firm and bearing down on me as she slowly increased the depth of her penetration. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her into me deeper still.

At some point, and you’ll forgive me that ecstasy can adversely affect the memory, I was on my front with Erin on top of me, her dildo in me and her legs either side of mine. Then I was up on my knees or it may have been the other way around.

I can’t say how I came, how often, or even if Erin came at all. I do know I found myself breathless, sweaty, exhausted, elated and lying side by side and hand in hand.

“Fuck,” said Erin.

I slowly turned my face from the ceiling to her. “Again? You’re insatiable.”

We both laughed and slept.

We did fuck again, in the morning. I stayed that night too. By the time I got home I had that beautiful, well-fucked feeling between my legs. Whilst she wasn’t insatiable, she was enthusiastic and made me feel fantastic.

Erin and I stuck together for months after that. We didn’t move in together although we talked about it. It worked for both of us to live alone, somehow making those nights we were together, sweeter, more exciting. We only ever went home together if we both wanted to, whether we wanted sex or not. We each respected that the other might be tired or simply needed to tidy her home or entertain other people.

“I’m going up to London, ” Erin told me one lunchtime in the pub across the road from the office. “I’m seeing a girlfriend.”

“Are you telling me you’re going to fuck her?”

“How would you feel about that?”

I pretended to think about it. “I’d feel jealous, abandoned, and,” a dramatic pause, “delighted for you. I don’t mind you having sex with other women. Not remotely. We can both find pleasure elsewhere and remain good together. Cant we?”

“I like to think so. Some people get a bit funny about it.”

I laughed. “It doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you. But we’re both young and to commit to a monogamous relationship wouldn’t work for either of us, would it?”

“No. Would you really be jealous?”

“No. I’d be hurt if you felt you had to lie about it. I don’t want the details and I wont share the details of mine with you but I’ll always be honest.”

“As it happens, I wont be fucking her. But,” she indicated across the bar to a woman in a long, black dress. “I’d fuck her given half a chance.”

“Join the queue.”

We did both have other sexual partners and it never caused a problem. What brought our relationship to an end was success. Success, that is, for Erin. She had been out shopping, her camera, as almost always, hanging from her shoulder. She’d witnessed and had taken pictures of a robbery in progress. The robbers were armed and had fired at her, missing her thank god. But she’d kept taking pictures despite the risk. The resulting images went global and she made a lot of money. She also was recognised as a real, serious press photographer and was offered a number of jobs including war photographer for a big, national paper.

We were out for dinner together when she told me. The Indus Indian restaurant was a favourite of ours and we were half way through our meal when she took my hand.

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This all happened because my best friend in the world was in need. Claire and I grew up in a small town along the central California coast. She lived two blocks from me, and we did everything together.

We surfed, played softball, were girl scouts, traded boyfriends, went camping, laughed, cried, and even went to the same university, Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. She majored in mechanical engineering; I was a food science major with a nutrition minor. We shared a dorm room, then an apartment, pledged to the same sorority, and graduated together.

After graduation, Claire got a job in Thousand Oaks, designing things I knew nothing about. I found work as a dietician with a healthcare facility and am self-employed as a nutritionist in Ojai, almost an hour from Thousand Oaks.

Claire and I stayed in touch, I was Claire’s bridesmaid, and she was my maid of honor. When she became pregnant, we both were overjoyed. I’d been trying, but nothing had clicked.

I think it was when Claire was halfway through her second trimester that we got together on a Tuesday to hike to Matilija Falls. It was a nice hike and a beautiful day; the trail can get difficult, but Claire and I are both fitness nuts ( I hate the term gym rat ) and are in great shape.

We started slow, gossiping and catching up, even though we talked to each other at least twice a week. The hike takes several splits, wading through creeks, and has excellent views. I noticed her slight baby bump on Claire and marveled at her appearance. She asked if I wanted to touch it. I blushed and told her no, I was fine. But Claire insisted, so I did. It felt like a tummy, firm, and no baby kicks I could feel, so we continued.

Claire has always been the more daring of us, and I tend to follow her lead. I remembered her talking me into jumping off a bridge at Lake Shasta one Summer, not once but three times before I thought about a possible sunken log or something under the water and then told her no.

Our conversation turned to pregnancies, with Claire wondering about Randy and me starting a family. I shrugged it off. We’d been trying without success since we married two years ago.

We continued, pausing now and then to sip some water, take a break, and enjoy the view. We made the first fall which was lovely. We sat and enjoyed the sound of water cascading over the rocks. Then onto the North Fork Falls. There we had our lunch and debated going for a swim. That’s when Claire started complaining that her breasts hurt. I looked over at her and noticed two dark spots where her nipples contacted the fabric of her sports bra and top.

I pointed, “Claire, you’re leaking!”

She looked down and gasped, “What the heck? Quick, Maddie, think of something. I can’t go back down the trail looking like this.”

I thought momentarily, “We could go behind the falls, and you could squeeze them or something. I didn’t bring a towel or anything.”

She jumped up and headed to the cave behind the falls. I grabbed our things and followed. When we got there, she removed her top and sports bra. Her breasts were full and round, at least a cup bigger than normal.

Yes, I’ve seen Claire nude, so many times it’s nothing to both of us to be around each other naked. We’re both straight, so it didn’t matter.

Claire started squeezing, milking, or whatever you want to call it, but it wasn’t helping. She was still in pain and freaking out. I stood around, not knowing what to do, until Claire looked at me.

She was dead serious when she told me, “Suckle me, Maddie. Please, they hurt.”

I looked at her, not sure if she was serious. She danced around like she had to pee, then another plea to help ease her pain.

Claire looked at me with her puppy dog eyes, “Please, Maddie, I know we’re not gay. Just suckle and help me.”

We hadn’t passed many people on the trail, and we were behind the waterfall, hidden from view. I sighed, stepped forward, then leaned down, wrapping my hands around Claire’s waist to hold her steady.

I looked up at her before pressing my lips over her engorged nipple.

Claire smiled as she whispered, “Thank you.”

I told her, “You owe me big time.”

Then Claire practically ordered me to start nursing. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began sucking. The warm colostrum tasted a little strange, it wasn’t bad, but I was used to regular and almond milk. Reluctantly, I continued as Claire softly brushed my face with her fingers.

She was apologetic and whispered, “Thank you, Maddie. Oh, that feels so much better. Now the other one, please.”

I kept switching back and forth, getting used to the taste and, oddly enough, enjoying how Claire was talking to me. Her voice was soft and sweet, praising me for how good I was doing and how much better she was feeling.

Before I started, I noticed some drips down her breast just under her boobs. I paused once as I switched breasts to lick those areas off. My tongue began under one breast and then worked up Afyon Escort and around her nipple. I hate to admit it, but this delighted Claire and me, too.

I continued licking and sucking as Claire moaned with delight. Suddenly, we heard something, so we stopped. Claire fumbled around, getting her bra and top back on. It was nothing, so we left the cave and headed back to our cars.

The silence was too much as we walked back, so I broke the ice.

“We’re never going to talk about this, right, Claire?”

She laughed, “Why would we? But it did feel good, getting that pressure off my boobs, Maddie. You can suckle me anytime, baby.”

I looked at her and blushed, “Yeah, right.”

I thought about it the entire week. It was weird, but it wasn’t that bad. I had to laugh to myself, recalling something my mother had mentioned on my wedding day. She took me aside and told me she was glad I was marrying a man, not Claire. Since we were inseparable growing up, she’d wondered if we were lesbians. I was a little shocked because we both had boyfriends throughout high school. But moms can be strange at times, so I shrugged it off.

Claire and I got together the following Saturday to start planning her nursery. It was warm, and we were in shorts and tees with sandals. We’d gone to one of the big box stores to look at furniture, had lunch, and were back at her place going over color swatches. Greg, her husband, was playing golf with his buddies and wasn’t expected home until later that evening.

As we sifted through the various color chips, Claire started feeling that ache in her boobs again. She excused herself and went to the main bathroom to pump. But something didn’t work for whatever reason, and she called out to me. I sighed; here we go again.

I walked into her bedroom. Claire was sitting on the bed, topless, propped against the pillows with that puppy dog look again.

I lamented, “Not again, Claire. What’s wrong with the breast pump?”

She smiled, “I don’t know, it worked the other day. Would you mind? Please, Maddie?”

I was firm when I told her, “This is the last time, Claire.”

Claire just grinned, “Okay, last time, baby.”

She shifted her position so we’d both be more comfortable. I climbed onto the bed and tried to figure out how to position myself so that I wouldn’t get a sore neck or back.

I sat, well laid across Claire, sort of perpendicular to her, almost like a baby cradled in her arms. I leaned in as she lowered her breast to my mouth. I felt that same nice warm feeling in my mouth as her colostrum began flowing. It made me feel a bit dirty as I suckled because I was enjoying it.

Claire softly brushed my cheek with her fingers, praising me for helping her. This time I felt a warm sensation between my legs as I suckled and licked as I had before. When switching breasts, I felt something on my top. I paused, looked down, and noticed Claire was leaking onto me.

I exclaimed, “Crap! Does this stuff stain?”

Claire giggled, “Just take it off, Maddie.”

I sat up, and Claire helped me remove my top and bra. I laid back in her lap to nurse her other breast. Being topless against her felt better as I returned to relieve my best friend’s pain.

Claire kept up with the sweet words as she brushed my cheek. I was feeling good as I suckled and licked. Then for some strange reason, I got silly and kissed a nipple, swirling my tongue around it, then went back to nursing.

When I returned to nursing, Claire lifted my face from her breast, “What was that, Maddie? The kissing and teasing?”

I blushed, “I don’t know, taking a break, I guess. Are you almost empty?”

She grinned, “No, I’m not. Do the teasing thing again. I liked that.”

I was already suckling her, so I thought, what the heck? I started doing it more often between switching breasts. I noticed Claire’s eyes were closed as I switched from her right to her left. She was definitely enjoying what I was doing. I wasn’t having a bad time, either. Her breasts were amazing when they weren’t full, now they were magnificent, and I couldn’t get enough. Her hand massaged my back as I slowed and softly suckled. The colostrum had run out some time ago, yet I continued nursing away. I’m sure Claire knew it also; however, she laid back and enjoyed my mouth on her breasts.

I started slowing down with my kisses, licks, and nursing.

Claire noticed, asking me, “Are you full, baby?”

I looked at her nodding, “You’re empty, Claire, and I’m not gay.”

She looked surprised that I said that, “I’m not either, silly girl. You’re only helping me out as my best friend. Who thinks this is gay?”

I rose, “I wanted to be sure. If someone saw us doing this, it’s what they’d think.”

We sat looking at each other for a brief moment. Then Claire’s eyes dropped to my bare breasts.

“Well, silly. Your nipples are hard. You must have enjoyed what you were doing. Mind if I touch? You know, if and when you get Afyon Escort Bayan preggers, I’d help you if you ever needed it.”

I didn’t say a word as her index finger slowly circled my aerole. I swallowed hard as she continued speaking to me in a whisper.

“I’m surprised you think this is gay, Maddie. We both have wonderful husbands and are happy. You are happy, aren’t you?”

I nodded as she continued playing. The tingles I felt earlier felt much more robust as she switched breasts.

“You have lovely boobs, Maddie. I can’t wait to see them when they’re full like mine. So, how is the baby thing going for you, my love?”

I almost stuttered, answering her, “Fine, we keep trying, but so far, nothing. I’m sure it will happen soon; timing is everything.”

Claire stopped, but I could feel my heart racing as I looked around for my bra and top. Claire watched, her lovely full breasts still on display. I told her I needed to get going. She got up, put her bra and top back on then escorted me to the door. She thanked me once more and reminded me we were going shopping next Saturday. I almost told her to get another breast pump before I left.

Not being gay was on my mind all week. I don’t know why I let Claire talk me into things as she does. She has this way of getting what she wants with a look or her words. At times when we were growing up, I hated that about her. But she’s always been there for me and has always looked out for me, like an older sister.

That Saturday we met at my house. She wanted to look at a few specialty shops, so we spent the day shopping. There wasn’t any mention of sore boobs, which I was thankful for. We had a great time like we used to do before I started nursing her boobs. When we were having lunch, Claire complained about the lack of attention Greg showed her as her tummy grew. I shrugged it off, not wanting to get involved. I listened and thought it was just her hormones because I had no clue what their sex life was before she got pregnant. Listening to her problems made me feel better since Randy and I have very few issues, and we always talk them out.

We met again a couple of weeks later to paint and arrange furniture in the nursery. We started off painting, well I did as Claire supervised. Greg was golfing as usual, but he had assembled the crib and some shelving.

When I finished cleaning up, Claire started whining again about her lack of sex. Greg didn’t want to penetrate her with his dick. He was afraid he’d hurt the baby. Claire explained that to him there wasn’t any way he could get that deep and that their little darling was protected. But he wasn’t buying it, so Claire was very horny.

That’s when she started sweet talking me and telling me how she’d tried masturbating, but it wasn’t doing the job. It was awkward reaching around her tummy, and she didn’t reach her usual climax.

I cringed, wondering what she was going to talk me into.

I finished putting all the paint and painting things away when she slid beside me and whispered, “My boobs are aching, baby. Help momma out, please.”

I shivered, “Claire, you have a pump. Use it.”

She nuzzled my neck, “Please, baby, I know you like them. You make me feel so good. Just for a little while?”

I turned to face those puppy dog eyes and caved. Claire led me to her bedroom, then removed her top along with her shorts. I looked at her, wondering why she had removed her shorts. She explained she was comfier like that. Claire grinned as she tossed back the covers on the bed, propped up the pillows and got in.

Before I could get in, she told me to take my top off, too, so there wouldn’t be any drippings on me like the last time, and I should remove my shorts to be comfortable like she was. Naturally, I did as suggested because it was Claire.

Dressed only in my panties I climbed in next to her and began nursing. That warm, delicious feeling worked through me again as I toyed with her breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking them. I hadn’t noticed while devouring her gorgeous orbs, but Claire was trying to finger herself with one hand while caressing me with the other. Slowly, she nudged my head towards her tummy when I finished one breast and was moving to the other.

I balked half-heartedly, but she said she was so horny she needed me to get her off. Once more, I told her we were straight and had no desire to go down on her. She begged me; telling me Greg wasn’t a fan of cunnilingus. Since I was a woman and women knew what they liked, I was perfect. More pleading ensued, along with those looks, so once more, I caved.

I moved off her as she spread her long lovely legs for me. Bending her knees, she planted her feet on the bed, raised her hips so I could remove her panties. When I slid them down her thighs, I was shocked to see Claire’s bare lips with a hint of dew on them. I had no clue she was bare down there. Then in my mind, I had to chuckle. Bare Claire, it was very amusing.

I stalled Escort Afyon for a few moments building up my courage. Claire was sweet talking me as I moved into position. Randy didn’t mind going down on me, he enjoyed it, and I had climaxed a few times with him, but I had to guide him the first few times while he was doing it. Claire was right; I knew what I liked, so with my courage on high, I began kissing down Claire’s tummy to her inner thighs. She squirmed and praised me as I continued lower.

I marveled at her bare labia, touching it gently with my fingertip. Claire shuddered as my finger barely touched her lips. I followed it down to her perineum and back up. After tracing them four or five times, Claire was getting anxious.

Next, I used my tongue to replicate what my finger had just done. I loved going slow like this, but Claire was in a hurry, so with a little nudge on my head, she placed my face where she wanted me.

I looked up at her; she was biting her lower lip, her face was flush, and she was massaging her tummy. Rolling my tongue, I eased it inside her as she gasped. Then letting it relax I worked it inside her exploring for a few moments. I found her hood; using the tip of my tongue, I slipped under it and felt her nubbin. It was firm as I slid my tongue over and around it. Her wetness covered my cheeks as I moved my hands under her ass to lift her. It was then I began to focus on giving her the best climax ever.

Claire was begging me to make her cum, which I did. Teasing, sucking, licking, and toying with her clit. She was rolling on the bed as best she could with my face buried between her legs. She’d been trying to finger herself while I was nursing her breasts, she was pent up and anxious, so my face wasn’t buried for very long. I was enjoying her reaction to my handy work. It aroused me, and I could feel the warm moistness of my lips as I continued using my tongue on Claire.

Claire started to climax, and she shook her legs, pounding them against my head. She bucked her hips, calling out my name, thanking me, and praising Jesus. So, I sat back and watched as she wiggled, squeezed her breasts, and thanked me for getting her off.

When she calmed down, Claire opened her arms for me. We hugged, kissed, and cuddled briefly as Claire regained her composure.

Finally, she whispered, “You must get pregnant so that I can help you, baby. You’re so good to me, and I want to return the favor to my best friend.”

That almost convinced me we weren’t gay and only helping each other.

Our Saturday trysts continued off and on until Claire was within two weeks of her due date. It was a Thursday, and Greg had left on a business trip for the weekend that afternoon when Claire called me. She asked if I could stay with her until Greg returned on Sunday. She was worried she’s have the baby and nobody would be around to take her to the hospital.

My husband, Randy, was sitting on the sofa near me when Claire called. He heard her plea as I sat there shaking my head at how helpless Claire was. I ended up telling her I would come over before I hung up. When I did hang up and told Randy, he shook his head at how needy Claire had become since she’d gotten pregnant. I agreed, told him I’d be home Sunday, and I loved him. I also mentioned I was getting tired of Claire and hoped she’d have the baby soon. He told me I was a good friend and to try and have fun. He added that he hoped the baby didn’t show up while I was there. I half smiled, telling him that I didn’t think sitting around with Claire constantly whining with me having to wait on her would be fun and that kid better wait for Greg.

He agreed, wishing me luck. After I packed and kissed Randy goodbye, I thought I should have gotten an academy award for that performance.

Claire and I had gradually advanced our stress relief, or best friend favors, to a fairly high level. She didn’t wait until I was pregnant to return the favors I’d given her. I knew we weren’t lesbians because we still loved and desired our husbands. As far as I knew, we kept our sexual escapades to each other, not other women.

It was somewhat confusing, but I enjoyed spending time in Claire’s bed. We never did anything at my house, which was fine with me. Claire had to clean up and mask our relationship from Greg. As far as I knew, our husbands were clueless.

When I arrived, Claire was waiting for me in a nightie Greg had given her to make her feel sexy when she was feeling down about her bulging tummy. Her boobs were as full as ever, and she looked delicious. I came in, and Claire led me straight to her room. I put my bag down and was immediately wrapped in Claire’s arms, kissing and holding her as tight as her tummy would allow.

We broke our kiss, looking into each other’s eyes.

Claire whispered, “I missed you, baby. But I got us a little present. I hope you don’t freak out, Maddie.”

She kissed me quickly, then went to the bathroom. I watched as she opened the linen closet, reached under a stack of towels, and pulled out a long box, maybe twelve inches or so. Claire looked at me, giggling, then opened it on the countertop. She told me to turn around. I did, and the next thing I knew, she was touching my arm with something.

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