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Samantha–or Sam as she preferred to be called– was 18 when she came to live with Kate and I. It was the summer before her freshman year and we happened to live in the same town where Sam would be attending college, so it made sense for her stay with us and get a feel for her new town. My wife’s sister was about ten years younger but they shared a lot of the same features. Sam had essentially followed in Kate’s footsteps; both were competitive swimmers in high school and have toned, athletic bodies. Both are blonde and have big brown eyes. Sam is about 3 inches taller (and actually about the same height as me at 5’9″) and had a smaller bust and a more powerfully built lower body.

It seemed like a great arrangement for everyone involved. Kate’s summers as a non-profit organization’s fundraiser are busy and since I teach high school math, I have a lot of time to hang around. Unfortunately I’m not known for my domestic skills so instead of paying rent, that is where Sam helped us out. She waited tables a few days a week, but the other days she would cook dinner or do a load of laundry and was otherwise free to hang out. While Kate is always on the go, Sam is more like me and can kill a whole summer afternoon at the poolside with a good book and a cold drink.

It was one such afternoon that we had a conversation that changed our relationship forever. She was about half way into Madame Bovary (required summer reading for her lit class) when she looked up and asked me point blank if I’d ever cheated on her sister.

“No–of course not!” I replied.

“You’re a good guy, so I kind of figured that, David. But have you ever come close?” asked Sam.

I paused for a bit and had to think. I don’t think I had ever really planned to go through with it, but there was one drunk night where I was propositioned by a female friend from college and had given it some thought. She was an entirely different kind of girl than Kate or Sam–loud, very curvaceous and sexually aggressive–but I ultimately decided against it. I’m not sure why I chose to confess this to Sam, but as soon as I did, she promised not to tell my wife. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Feeling both relieved and a little bit exposed, I asked if she had ever cheated on her past boyfriends. Sam paused for a second, looked down and then right into my eyes.

“No….actually, I’m still a virgin.” she said in a soft tone,. She was definitely embarrassed. Sensing this, I reassured her that she would eventually find the right guy. She smiled a bit awkwardly and rolled over onto her stomach. A few seconds later she unhooked her bikini top to even out her back tan.

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Later that night, after dinner and watching a movie in the living room, Sam went off to her bedroom to catch some sleep. Finally alone with Kate I mentioned what I had found out about her sister earlier that day but left out the part about me confessing to have almost hooked up with an old college friend.

“I’m not surprised,” started Kate, “she has Avcılar Escort always been a bit awkward around boys. I’m not sure if you knew this, but years ago she used to be so jealous of our relationship. It was actually a problem–I could never talk about spending time with you without her getting upset.”

In my mind I wondered if it was just the relationship she was jealous over, or me in particular, but I didn’t mention that. And awkward or not it was surprising that a girl as pretty as Sam hadn’t been more popular with the guys. Instead, since I could tell that the talk had puffed Kate up with a bit of pride, I escorted her back to the bedroom. We made love passionately and also a little louder than usual. I guess I had a bit of pent up sexual energy and so I focused it on making Kate orgasm hard. Looking back, maybe some part of me wanted Sam to hear. Laying there afterwards sweaty, tired and a bit dehydrated, Kate said something that surprised me: “I really hope Sam gets laid this summer. She doesn’t have enough confidence; college will be easier if she has a little experience.” I heard the words, but they didn’t really register in my post-coital bliss. We kissed goodnight and I was off to sleep.

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When I awoke the next morning it was to a beam of sunshine coming in through the blinds and the sound of rustling in what I thought was the next room. Barely awake, I pulled the covers off and swung my legs over to the side of the bed. I stood up, vaguely aware that Kate had gone off to work hours ago and headed towards the bathroom. I slept naked after our romp and since our master bedroom, walk-in closet and bathroom are all behind a door off of the upstairs hallway, I didn’t think twice. I should have. I was stark naked in the middle of the room when Sam emerged from the closet with a basket of dirty clothes.

“Oh-my-God!” Sam dropped the basket. I was quick to cover myself with my hands but there was no mistaking what she had seen. “David, I’m so sorry, I was just getting the laundry…I…I’m sorry!”

She ran out of the room, leaving a pile of dirty clothes and an upside down basket. My eighteen year old sister-in-law just saw me completely naked. The thought washed over me while my still half-asleep brain struggled to comprehend. What made the matter worse was how embarrassed she seemed.

I decided shower first and then do some damage control. Clean and fresh in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt I headed out to the kitchen. Sam was sitting at the table drinking her coffee, still wearing her usual PJs of cotton sleep shorts and tank top with her hair back in a ponytail. She looked a year or two younger than she really was. As soon as she saw me she began to blush. Her eyes met mine briefly but she immediately looked away.

“Sam, it’s not a big deal….” I started.

“Kate will kill me. No way I’ll be able to stay here the rest of the summer.” Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes a bit moist in the corners.

I wondered Avcılar Escort bayan if she was right about that. Probably not, but then again I wasn’t completely sure.

“Well then, we won’t mention it. Like I said, it’s not a big deal.”

“You would do that for me? Thank you David. I really can’t afford my own place…”

“Of course. You didn’t see that much or for that long anyway…”

“Um, I kind of did. I saw what my sister was making all that noise about last night.”

I was taken completely aback. My eighteen year old sister-in-law had just complemented me. At that point I think I was turning a bit red but I also felt a jolt of excitement deep in my gut.

“So you heard us? Sorry about that…”

Sam looked down and looked up with a serious expression. “I’m happy for you guys, I am. To be honest, I like hearing you two at night….it’s just that it makes me feel lonely.”

My stomach churned. I didn’t know what to say, so I changed the subject: “It’s going to be another nice day. Let’s go hang out at the pool.” She nodded, but I could tell she was still feeling embarrassed and insecure.

I put my board shorts on in my room and the whole time my mind was racing. I was thinking back to what Kate had said last night. I felt the uneasiness in my gut grow more acute.

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When I knocked on Sam’s bedroom door I had already been waiting outside quite awhile. She opened it fairly quickly and with her sullen look I realized she had been staring at herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful in her pink floral bikini but I knew at once that she had been staring with a self-critical eye. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach went away and I looked her plainly in the eyes.

“I have a proposal for you.” She looked stunned. “What are you talking about?”

“Sam, you saw me naked this morning. I think I should get the same courtesy.”

“Really David? You want to see me naked? I thought you said it was no big deal!” Her eyes searched mine, trying to decide if I was serious.

“Well I changed my mind.” I said this with a bit of a playful smile but she still looked unnerved. “In fact, if you won’t, I’ll tell Kate you walked in one me!” It was a bit of blackmail, but I could tell the interest was exciting her. A flicker of a smirk appeared on Sam’s face. “Ok, you’re right, it’s only fair.”

With that I had a seat on the edge of her bed. She turned to me and slowly untied the back of her bikini top. When she pulled it above her head, small pert breasts sprang free. They may be a B-cup, I’m not sure, but they are at least a size smaller than Kate’s and were topped by the pinkest, most symmetrical nipples. She smiled as recognized the look of awe on my face. She turned around towards the mirror as she began to slowly drop the bikini bottoms, and our eyes met for a second in the reflection. As the bottoms hit the floor I admired her round firm behind and could help but to reach up and stroke where the tan line Escort avcılar crossed one cheek. With my hand cupping her butt, she turned around and revealed that she was completely shaven.

“You’re absolutely beautiful…” Her face lit up.

I kissed her belly as she stood in front of me and she ran her fingers through my hair. I stood up, looked her in the eyes and tossed her down on the bed playfully. She laughed, with more than a hint of nervousness. Laying down on top of her, my lips pressed against hers and felt them part to allow my tongue. She took my tongue and lightly sucked on it as her hands roamed on my neck and shoulders. I dropped my head down to her chest and took each hard nub of a nipple in my mouth in turn. She was breathless. By the time my hand found her pussy it was sopping wet. I parted her labia and ran my index finger lengthwise, using more force as I approached her clitoris. I felt nails dig into my back as she called my name.

I kissed down from her breasts to the top of her pubic area, breathing in her scent. I kissed the inside of her thighs as my middle finger found its way inside her, but I did not kiss her clit. I paused for a second, and went back up to kiss her lips. She thrust her tongue in my mouth. Her pubic bone ground into mine through the course fabric of my board shorts.

I pulled back for a moment and looked her in her eyes. “I don’t suppose you’re on birth control?” I asked hopefully. She shook her head no. Since Kate is, I knew there were no condoms to be had in the house. “I guess we should wait?” I offered.

“No. Now.” She was almost pleading. I stood up and took off my board shorts. As she watched me with her full attention I motioned for her to flip over. With her on her belly and my cock finally free, I climbed on her. I reached down and placed my cock under her, and she immediately began grinding on it.

“Wait…easy Sam,” I said. I drew my cock back so it was at her soaking entrance but, paused for a moment. I knew I would not last long inside her, it would not be worth the risk today. I reached to her bedside table and took pump of body lotion. With one hand I stroked her clit from above and with the other I rubbed the lotion onto the length of my shaft. I could see her small rosebud and it was there that I placed the head of my cock. As I made circles around her clit with the fingers of one hand I felt her push against my cock. There was a good bit of resistance but she continued to push and soon the head of my cock was in her beautiful plump ass.

The rosebud slowly stretched around the fat head of my penis. Her sounds deepened in tone, but she continued to push against my cock until more than half of my seven inches were in. Soon I was able to rock slowly back and forth, back and forth, a little more each time. It was then that she had a loud and breathless orgasm. Kate rarely let me put a finger in her ass –let alone more than half my cock–and I was blown away by the sensation. I could feel her pussy spasming uncontrollably on the other side. I kept my hand gently but steadily rubbing Sam’s clit and working my way deeper until I was buried to the hilt. By her second orgasm I let myself go. After coming for what seemed like half an eternity, I collapsed on top of her, nearly suffocating in her long blonde hair.

To be continued…

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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story contains elements of first time and light bondage.

Austin has a terrible night out with his best friend and long-time crush Alanna.

A big thanks to Antematter for his editing suggestions, and another big thanks to CupcakeSparky for her copy editing. Hopefully you all appreciate the work she put into making grammar and tense a priority.

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The dull thump of one body hitting another still sent a bit of a shudder down my spine despite the fact that I had been watching rugby for years. Women’s Rugby, technically, and I only started because Alanna had begun playing in high school. There were expectations when your best friend turned out to be a local star, like attending all the games and some of the practices.

The small crowd cheered as Alanna drove her shoulder into the other girl’s gut, lifting her up off her feet before she slammed the girl into the turf. The ball popped free and another girl on the University team grabbed it and ran, leaving the two girls behind. Alanna, grinning like a fiend through her mouth guard, planted a hand on the tit of the girl under her and used it to propel herself upward, giving it a bit of a hard squeeze on the way.

This wasn’t obvious to the crowd or the referees, but I’d listened to Alanna describe her tactics enough times that I could probably narrate every move she would make on the field. Alanna liked to play dirty and get into the minds of the other team, and since she was a lesbian she ran with her outgoing personality and cupped asses, grabbed boobs and pet crotches; all very hard. I’d even seen her plant a smooch on a girl once while they had been under a scrum struggling with the ball between them. Alanna won it because the other girl had been so shocked.

She was off and running again, the girl she had left behind was rubbing at her chest with a pained, confused expression on her face. Rugby was rough, pinching and elbows and even raking with cleats were common, but a lot of the time girls just weren’t expecting to get tweaked sexually instead of violently. Alanna’s teammate scored a try and I leaped to my feet, cheering with the other spectators.

As we settled back to our seats everyone else was chatting with each other, exclaiming about the big hits so far and the fact that our team was doing so well. Our friends and roommates who had also come out to the game were sitting around me but didn’t bother trying to talk with me. I had developed a reputation over the last few years as an ‘avid fan’ of the sport; they were used to me sitting quietly staring at the field, assuming I was thinking of strategies and plays that Alanna and I would talk about endlessly when we got drunk.

What they didn’t know was that I barely watched the game at all. Ever since she’d first picked up a rugby ball, game time had been a reason for me to stare at Alanna without the chance of getting embarrassed. I’d had a long time to develop my crush on my unavailable best friend. The gay part might have been backwards, but I was in the quintessential ‘friend zone.’

Alanna was no stick-thin model type, though I still worried a broken nose was going to mar her model-like high cheekbones. She was what I liked to think of as full-bodied, not quite the ‘built like a brick shit house’ figure but somewhere close. Her build made her body-conscious though, and we had needed to have a talk about eating disorders in high school. Once she was feeling better about herself, along with her year round training for rugby, she kept ultra fit instead of wasting away or building up fat. Her core was sculpted and combined with her beautiful tits and full hips to give her figure gentle curves, rather than the dramatic hourglass figure she had thought she needed. Everything about her said powerful athleticism.

She looked over to the stands and our eyes locked from across the field. She grinned at me and waved and I waved back. Then she turned her attention to the other team and the game was on.

We’d been neighbours and friends since grade school. We had hit high school side by side and stayed that way despite the fact that she got sporty and I got artsy. I was the first person she told that she thought she might be gay, so we had watched some lesbian porn together and she decided she was. My crush was already firmly set by that point and I was heartbroken, but stuck with her as she went full-on lesbo. I was also the one Alanna confessed to when she realized she had gone overboard; she’d turned into an “attention-whore lesbian” and was being loud about it because she liked the controversy and the notoriety. She dumped the girl she had been helping ‘experiment’ three weeks before high school graduation and we went to prom together. As ‘just friends.’

The game ended shortly, Alanna and her team cheered off the field with the win. She and a few other girls had turned the program around in the last two years and were making a splash in their Avcılar Escort newly attained division. We were juniors now and the girls were pushing to hit Division 1 for their senior year. They headed off the field, jumping on each other’s backs and generally getting rowdy. Wins led to celebration parties, which meant I was probably going to be the Designated Driver again: that was the issue with being the nice guy with the car.

There had never been a question of whether we would go to the same university after high school. Alanna got a rugby scholarship in a snap and I got in on my extensive resume and halfway decent grades. School president, lead in the school music department, debate captain; there were a lot of reasons why a university wanted a student like me, because it was obvious that even if my grades weren’t great I was going to succeed. We had both lived in the same dorm in our first year and people thought we were dating until Alanna started making out with one of her teammates at a party and everyone realized quite how ‘friendly’ she really was with the same sex. There had been a little tension on the team but it had gotten quashed by the captain. That didn’t stop Alanna from spending an entire night in my dorm room bawling her eyes out, worried that she was becoming the attention whore all over again.

I’d slugged my roommate hard when he said she was being an attention whore right then.

We moved off campus with three of her older teammates for our sophomore year and had inherited the rental agreement as they graduated, taking the better rooms on the top floor of the old house and gathering up new roommates. Two of them, Bev and Josh, waited with me for a bit as we made our way to the exit from the athletic building.

“Guess we’re headed out tonight,” Josh said with a grin. His style bordered on hipster with his longer hair and pencil thin beard, but it worked for him so we only ribbed him a little.

I nodded, “Yup. Alanna’s gonna get sloshed.”

“Hey, so am I,” piped up Beth. She was a shorter tomboy type, and a music major who played in a garage band with me. Alanna called her ‘Piercings’ due to the copious amount of metal on her ears, her two eyebrow studs, nose and lip rings. Josh was the singer for our band, and they became our roommates as well; it made for easy band practices if nothing else.

“You’re already sloshed,” Josh laughed, “You were pre-drinking for the game.”

“So what?” Beth demanded, taking another swig of her ‘I swear it’s Hawaiian Punch’ water bottle. “I’m gonna get fucked up tonight.”

“Just don’t puke all over my bed again,” I deadpanned.

“Oh Austin, you’re no fun at all,” She giggled, but had the decency to blush at the reference to her latest drunken blunder.

Josh’s head perked up, looking over my shoulder. I turned, thinking the girls were coming out early. Nope, just the city bus. “You waiting for Alanna?” Josh asked and I nodded in response. “Alright Beth, let’s grab the bus. We’ll go home and get our drink on. I’ve got a new mix for you to try, it has coconut juice and a liquor from Aruba-“

“Hippy,” Beth said.

“Hey, now. Hip-ster. Don’t degrade the hippies,” I quipped.

Josh just rolled his eyes and bumped my fist, “See you at home?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there.”

“You driving tonight?”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “Yeah, I’ll drive tonight. Moochers.”

They grinned and ran to catch the bus, leaving me to wait with two sets of parents and a gaggle of boyfriends. I sighed and settled in on a bench to wait, gradually joined by a couple of the boyfriends who came over to chat. I was the odd man out in this group even if it wasn’t some physical thing; they were all dating the person they were waiting for while I wasn’t. Sometimes I got self conscious in situations like this; did people think I was desperate, waiting here for Alanna? I wondered if they shook their heads and talked about me when they walked away, the guy who was stuck in the friend zone and didn’t seem to get it.

I got it. I’d gotten it for a long time. I just couldn’t get over it.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket and when I checked it the call display said ‘Mom.’ I was about to answer but ended up throwing the call to voicemail because the team was coming out of the athletics building, all smiles and cheering. The first few girls met their boyfriends, their broad smiles building as young lovers came together, kissing and hugging and grabbing hands. Yeah, go ahead, rub my face in your happiness, I thought. It was one of my longstanding jokes; I was always single so I joked about PDA being a big deal. The key to a good joke is that kernel of truth at its core.

Alanna practically bowled over a father/daughter hug as she jogged past the parent-player reunion, headed straight for me. She skidded to a stop a foot in front of me and we did the Handshake. It was tradition: once before the game and once after.

Handshake, into fingerlock, into elbowgrab. See-saw. Raise the hand until we’re Avcılar Escort bayan palm-to-palm and elbow-to-elbow. Wiggle fingers. Step back, step in and high five. Low five. Link arms, spin in a circle once, three steps away from each other, spin and draw finger-guns. Pretend to spin finger guns, then holster. Stalk up to one another, end with a big hug.

People stared. We didn’t care.

Alana’s thick laughter rang in my ears as we squeezed each other tightly. I wanted to kiss her neck, up her jaw and finish with her mouth. Her breasts, compounded by a sports bra, were pressing hard into my chest. Instead of doing anything I said, “You stink, Butthead.”

She snorted and rubbed her arms up and down, wiping her armpits on me. “Now so do you, Beevis.” I let go with a “yuck!” and she giggled.

“Did you see-?” She started excitedly and I was already nodding. “And the-?”

“Mhmm,” I said, “Huge. She looked rattled for like ten minutes after.”

She didn’t really care about scoring that much, she left that to her team and it worked out. Alanna was in it for the big hits. She knew I knew what she was thinking and didn’t even have to finish her questions. Her grin was wide and bright, her eyes lit up as the adrenaline from the game was only slowly leaving her system.

“That’s our sixth win in a row,” she continued. “Three more and we clinch a spot in the finals.”

“Easy wins,” I said, waving away any thought of failure, “You girls kicked some ass out there.”

“Yeah I did,” a wicked little glint pulled at her smile, turning it into a smirk. “You see that mess in the scrum?”

“No,” I answered. Scrums were a major part of what delineated rugby from normal football – it was like the lineup at the start of a football play except more than half the team could get into it on the fly and everyone locked together instead of just trying to push past individually. It also hid a lot of the illicit and technically-illegal things like punching and scratching and cleat-raking.

“I booted some chick so hard,” Alanna filled me in, “Right on her ass so perfectly my toe curved up and I practically planted my foot right up her cooch. She shouted and Rachel made a joke about the chick having orgasms on the field, it was fucking perfect.”

I laughed and shook my head, her teammates were almost as bad as she was.

“Where’re the others?” Alanna asked.

“Took the bus, didn’t feel like waiting for your slow ass.”

“Typical. Can’t wait for the star of the game. I think they’re alcoholics, we should have an intervention.”

“No,” I said, “I am not having another unnecessary intervention. Last time we all ended up drunk and Josh stole that stop sign we made him put back.”

“Fine, spoilsport,” She laughed as we headed towards the parking lot and my car. All the couples were holding hands but we walked side by side, our strides instantly matching. Which was more intimate? “If you’re vetoing an intervention, I demand your chauffeuring service tonight.”

“Done and done,” I said. She knew I was already going to be driving, I always did on game nights. “M’lady should have a shower before she doth doll herself up though.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad.”

I shut the door of the car once we were both in and proceeded to pretend to die from the stink. She rolled her eyes and punched my arm, so I turned on the car and rolled down the window, gasping for the fresh air.

“So charming,” she smirked, reaching for the radio. Getting out of the University parking structure was stop and go but once we were free the streets weren’t too busy. We chatted about our normal stuff as I drove; a couple of the other big plays in the game, our classes and other innocuous things.

“So tonight I’m thinking I’m gonna pick someone up,” she said somewhat out of the blue.

“Ok,” I said carefully. What else was I going to say? No, Alanna, don’t do that, I love you.

“I’m gonna pick up a guy.”

My braking at a red light became a little more agitated, the car rocking to a halt before I looked over to her. “Uhm, what?”

“Well, remember we talked like two weeks ago about me not having actually tried sex with a guy?” she asked.

Oh, I remembered alright. We’d been pretty buzzed and hanging out in her room in the house. I’d been sitting in her desk chair and she’d been lying on her bed with her head hanging off the side, looking at me upside down. I’d had a great view of her cleavage, and had struggled to hide my excitement at the theoretical idea of Alanna maybe not being totally gay. “Well… it’s been on my mind and I think I want to try it. At least like once, so I know or not. So tonight I’m going to pick up a guy.”

No, Alanna, don’t do that, I love you.

I could have said it. Right then, right there. Get it out there. Let her know if she wanted a dick, mine was available.

“Whatever you want,” I said instead. I felt like a coward.

“What about you?” she asked and my heart was in my throat until she continued, Escort avcılar at which point it dropped to my gut, “You going to finally bring someone home, stud?”

I pursed my lips and sighed. “Doubtful,” I said bluntly. My list, the one with all the girls I would actually consider beyond the errant ‘I would boink her’ thoughts, had Alanna at the top and then maybe three or four others farther down the sheet.

“Why not? Austin, you need to get laid.”

“Because,” I said. It was the only defense I could muster.

“Come on, Butthead,” she grinned slyly, wiggling her fingers at me, threatening to tickle my sides. “There’s gotta be someone’s leg you want to hump like a little rottweiler.”

“Don’t you dare tickle me, I’ll crash the car,” I warned. That didn’t stop her hands from moving towards me. “Ok, ok! Maybe there’s someone, alright? I’m not gonna say who.”

She stuck her tongue out at me impetuously.

“Are you looking for anyone in particular?”

She blushed and looked away, “Yeah. But I’m not telling you who.”

The men’s rugby team flashed through my mind, all of them big and athletic and good friends with the girl’s team. Half of them were dating in their little sports-clique. There was no way I could compete with them on a physical level.

“Could I maybe help?” Alanna asked. “Like, with your crush. Wingman it up?”

“I’ll be fine,” I said, my grip shifting on the steering wheel.

My phone rang again and I dug it out of my pocket. ‘Mom.’ I handed it to Alanna, who immediately answered it on speaker. “Hi, Mom,” she said sweetly.

“Oh, Alanna, hey cutie,” My mom replied. They immediately started talking, Alanna updating my mother on everything in our lives. That was the problem with having a charismatic best friend for your whole life; half the time we were like siblings. The rule in both of our houses growing up had been no closed doors when hanging out with the opposite sex… unless it’s just Austin and Alanna. That had changed to just no closed doors when Alanna came out of the closet.

Perfect trust from both families. I still called Alanna’s parents Mr. and Mrs. Calvet, but Alanna called mine Mom and Dad.

“And it sounds like Austin has a crush,” Alanna said into the phone.

“No,” my mother said, “Not my boy. Who is it?”

“He won’t tell me,” Alanna said, giving me a fake-stern look. “He’s being quite stubborn.”

“I’m sure you’ll wear him down hun,” my mother said. Sometimes I was fairly sure she was on Alanna’s side more than mine.

“Oh, I plan to. Anyways, we’re home and I need to go get changed for our victory party. Loveyoubye!” I had pulled up into our little gravel driveway beside our rental house. My mom called her goodbye as Alanna got out of the car with her gym bag and headed to the house.

“Hey Mom,” I said once I was alone in the car.

“So I guess you haven’t asked Alanna out yet,” she said.

I groaned and put my head down on the steering wheel. “No, mother.”

“Austin, you just need to do it.”

“Mom, Alanna is a lesbian.”

“And I’m a pirate,” she joked. My mom had never believed Alanna was actually a lesbian, despite having caught her playing seven minutes in heaven with a girl at a party when we were sixteen. My Mom had actually grounded Alanna for the incident, and my best friend had stuck by the punishment she’d been given.

“Ok, she’s been my best friend my entire life.”

“And? Your best friend happens to be a beautiful girl who loves you dearly.”

“As a friend.”

“She also happens to be a very well put together young woman.”

“Mom!”

“She has great tits, Austin.”

“Mom!”

“Ok, ok,” she backed off and I could practically hear her hands held up defensively. We’d had this conversation dozens of times; the one thing Mom and Alanna didn’t discuss was the fact that I was in love with Alanna. “Well, are you bringing home a different future daughter-in-law soon? I’d like to know so that I can let Courtney know about her wedding.”

I groaned. “No, I’m not dating anyone else Mom.

“You are coming home for the wedding though?”

I smiled and shook my head, “Yes, I’ll be home for the wedding.”

“Austin, you know you could tell me if you’re gay,” she said.

“Mom! I’m not gay!”

“So you’ll be bringing Alanna then?”

“I need to ask her still, I think Rugby is done by then though so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

We talked for about fifteen more minutes as I sat in the car, getting updated on all the goings-on at home and with the extended family. My grandfather, the dirty old man, was on his third girlfriend in his retirement home. My Uncle Timothy wasn’t going to be at the wedding because he’d gotten a job working an oilrig. I heard about every ailment or goofy thing our three family cats and two family dogs had gotten into. The neighbours were moving out, blahblahblah. Finally Mom asked me if I wanted her to set me up with the nice girl she had met at the grocery store last week, so it was clearly time to hang up.

Alanna had left the door unlocked again. I know I had been just outside, but still; we lived in a poorer neighbourhood, all student-ghetto and low-income housing. I kicked off my shoes in the entranceway, “Alanna, you left the door open again! We should be going soon.”

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The next day as agreed I reached Arti Bhabi’s house & rang the door bell. Bhabi opened the door & put her arms around me and gave me a hug, as she hugged me I could feel her breasts pressing against me & could smell the perfume on her neck which instantly turned me on. She let go of me after a brief hug and we walked in the house as I closed the door.

Bhabi toady was dressed in fancy salwar-suit and nice make-up. With No chunni her Boobs were protruding out & once she turned & walked her ass swayed, The warmath of her hug & her looks made my cock stood up making tent in my shorts. Once in drawing room Bhabi said “Kyon, Naveen, Kya soch rahe ho jiski vajeh se yeh ho raha hai (What are you thinking about to have this happen to you)?” pointing towards my bulge. “Bhabi seeing you it is happening like this, I now can not live without you I said.

Bhabi smiled & pulling me & pressed her lips tightly against mine. We kissed passionately, Bhabi’s arms circling me and drawing me against the softness of her boobs. My chest was pressed against her full, yielding breasts, and the luscious globes flattened as she held my body tightly against hers.

Pulling away Bhabi said “Main tumhare hi bare mein sauch rahi thi, (I was just thinking about you)”, “Kuch piyoge (would you like something to drink)

I said Doodh (Milk) from source. Saying this I took charge & pulled Bhabi close to me. My hands massaged her back and I leaned Bhabi back over the dining table and my tongue licked her neck down to her cleavage. My hands undid the hooks of her kurta & she helped me to take it off. As she was taking her Kurta off I pulled the nada (string) and pushed her salwar & panties down in one action. Bhabi drew up her legs one by one, enabling me to pull the Salwar & panties off her one leg and then the other. I stood up & unhooked her bra, pulling it to release her large boobs.

Bhabi must have noticed the hunger in my eyes as I gazed on her nipples. They were only a couple of feet from my mouth now. I was about to punce on her, she ducked & entered her bedroom naked. I moved behind her to find her spread on bed. Seeing me she took her hands to her breasts and squeezed them, “Naveen would you like to drink milk now”? I wasted no time in answering and moved toward her nipples quickly & began licking, kissing and sucking on them.

Continuing my sucking I raised my head & said “Bhabi, you are beautiful.” I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Bhabi pulled me up and her tongue leaped into my mouth, twisting and turning. My jaws opened wide, allowing her to explore.

When we parted, Bhabi said “this is pre board exam (practice) for you”. “I want you to enjoy it so that you like having sex and treat women with respect”. Kissing while taking pause she continued “women need love, be gentle and respond to the woman, sex is a joint venture and not just like masturbation which you have been used to till date”. “A man who can generate erotic surges within a woman Beylikdüzü escort is a real man, always remember this”. Saying these beautiful words,(which till date are embedded in my mind) she gave me a long kiss using your tongue”.

I rose back on my elbows & my lips moved to her neck as my tongue worked its way up to play over the delicate lobe of ear lobe.

Bhabi’s words were echoing in my mind so I didn’t rush. My lips and tongue slowly touched every inch of her neck and shoulders. Then I worked my way down, my mouth moved slowly as though each spot of her body was to be fully tasted and explored before moving on to the next.

Bhabi closed her eyes & moaned while I kissed into the valley between her breasts.

Bhabi opened her eyes & held me tightly there as tip of my tongue tickled her boobs inch by inch.

Bhabi was now moaning loudly & I knew she was enjoying it.

“You are too gooddddddd & a fast learner,” Bhabi whispered, her back arching up, trying to stuff her boobs into my face.

My hands joined my mouth. I sucked and squeezed, licked and rolled, nibbled and tugged & her moans were getting louder now.

“Lick them and suck them,” she commanded. “Bite my nipples gently and run your teeth over them. I did as asked

She moaned Aaah! That’s so good.

“Try to do it just like this,” she breathed, Ï like this way.”

I continued pleasuring her boobs & after some time she pulled me beside her & said “Come on, lie here, and took me in her arm and started to kiss me and with one hand she started to unbutton my shorts & pushed them down with her feet. I was only in my underwear and my shirt, she than pulled my shirt and started to kiss my chest and with other hand, started to rub my cock inside my underwear.

I was mad & my mouth moved down to her nipples which were already hard and began biting and sucking them. She began moaning and yelling and rubbing my cock harder and harder.

Releasing her boobs from my hand & pushing me up, Bhabi slipped down so that my fully erect cock stood up in her face. She ran her hands up the sides of my legs. She tilted her head and took one of my balls into her mouth. She rolled it around before releasing it from her mouth. Then she flicked her tongue between my balls. She licked up my shaft, tickled under the head, and went back down to the bottom. Then she grasped my cock at the base and pulled it down to her lips. It was incredible watching her mouth close and engulf my dick. Her head started bobbing back and forth. I was so aroused by all the foreplay that I came almost immediately. She held her mouth over my throbbing cock drinking in every spurt of my cum.

Once finished she went to bathroom. I followed her & we washed & dried each other off. I went into the bedroom & bhabi went to kitchen. She made tea and sandwitch & we ate them quietly.

After removing the plates Bhabi came back & we lay together on bed, I turned Beylikdüzü escort bayan and kissed her lips softly first and then French kissed her. Our tongues met in the middle and the kiss lasted for 5 minutes. All the time my hands worked on her boobs. The nipples were hard again, She pulled my hand down to her thighs & I started to massage them. She pulled my hand & placed right over her pussy. It was wet.

‘What’s this?’ I asked. ‘Why is it getting wet, have you discharged?’

‘It’s precum. Same as yours. I get it when I get hot.’

She smiled at me, & said ‘go ahead, rub it around.’

I slowly massaged her pussy & then insterted my middle finger inside her pussy. She gasped and whispered, cover it with your other hand and rub. I continued doing for a while. After a while she moved & picked up the pillow lying on side. Sliding it under her waist she said spread my pussy with your fingers & then push your two middle finger into my pussy & massage the top with your thumb. I did as instructed & started fucking motion with my fingers. Her eyes were closed & she was pinching her boobs. By her looks I made out that she was enjoying it so I increased my speed & my slipped third finger.

She moaned loudly and thrust her hips forward to meet my touch. I began stroking her lightly up and down, My fingers were covered with her juices. Bhabi eyes were closed and was squeezing her nipples. I slid my left hand up and, pushing her hand aside, cupped her boob and pinched her nipple.

“Ooohhh!” She groaned. As I moved my fingers in fucking motion, some time rotating, she cried & shaked her hips with every movement. I was thrilled seeing her & increased my intensity. I guided the forth finger inside with the others & became almost rough. She let out a sharp cry & gripped the bedsheet pushing her pussy towards my hand. I could see the juices seeping down as I penetrated her deeper and harder with each stroke. I wanted to please her & Bhabi was now rocking her hips violently crying ohhhhh Ahhhhh & AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Suddenly she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. I looked up at her with confusion. Bhabi smiled & said “now time for your final test”.

She was holding my wrist & moved it slowly towards my mouth. She asked me to smell it. “How does it feel”, before I could answer she thrusted my fingers in my mouth. I tasted her. It tasted better then yesterday & I enjoyed liking my fingers.

Sliding back & resting on bed’s head board she pulled me near her & kissed me on lips. Then slowly she lowered my face between her legs, positioning it at her opening, which was glistening with her juices. She took my head in her hands and pulled me in slowly. My lips made contact with pussy and the taste of her juices flooded into my mouth. I touched her lightly with my tongue. “Oh, yes,” she murmured. “Yes, moving it all around”.

“Ahhh! Oh yes. Yes, lick out my pussy. Lick up all my juices.” “Move Escort beylidüzü your tongue over my pussy and make it harder”. “Use your tongue like you used your fingers in my pussy”, she kept on whispering as I worked on her pussy.

I moved my tongue into her heated pussy as my fingers ran over it gently. I instantly knew I was going right since her breath was coming a little faster, her hips bucked up pushing her pussy in to my face. Her juices were now flowing out continuously; the flow was getting thicker and trickling down on to the bed. My face was full of her juices. I tried to move back as her juices were troubling me in nose but she would not allow & holding my head pressed it back.

I once again rammed my tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh & began to suck her. Her head was tossing from side to side and then she screamed my name and her hips arched into. More, please. Aaaangh Oohhhh!!”. She collapsed on the bed with her hips still making small jerking movements. Her pressure on my head eased & with one big moan she pulled me up.

“Navven, oh Bhagwan (God), that was incredible.”

I moved next to her, kissed her, and she tasted herself on my lips. She wrapped her arms around me & said “Make love to me.”

I lay back and Bhabi moved over my cock, so that tip of my cock brushed merely with her wet pussy.

“Lie still,” she ordered, “move only when I put it there.”

She began to lower herself and I watched my cock slowly sink into her pussy. She started to move. I wanted her to move faster but she will not listen. I today realize Bhabi knew how to control her partner, she moved slowly, rotating her hips, squeezing and leaving me hanging on the edge.

Overcome with emotion I tried to move with her but her weight made it hard for me to move. As I tried to pick up pace Bhabi whispered “Slow down,” “there’s no hurry,” “I want to enjoy you first”.

She started bouncing up and down, deeper and deeper, grinding on my cock, feeling on every inch of her inner walls. We weren’t much for hard banging, but more for hot passionate movements, feeling each other intimately.

She wanted me to be on top. We flipped over, my dick still in her, and I took control.

My hands grip her waist firmly. I worked her hole with hot male passion.

“Haaa” I hear her moan with each stroke

Sensations and emotions well up in my body, I started to pump hard, she met my thrusts with equal force and after few stroke I emptied my load inside her.

I collapsed over her with my penis in her heavenly pussy. I feel her muscles work around my member. I feel like I am being milked for my cum. I run my hands all over her pinching her nipples & thighs.

Taking controls of her breath Bhabi whispered you are a good lover and we will have wonderful times.” I kiss her back & we just lay there for a while.

She got up & asked me to clean myself & leave as it is time for her maid to come in. I said “can I come tomorrow afternoon”, “No” she said. I will call you when it is right time.

Kissing her for one final time I gathered my clothes & move to bathroom to get ready.

More to come on my experiences with Arti Bhabi.

I am looking forward to your comments on my way of expressing my experiences.

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It was Richard’s first time. I had been talking to him for some time at work. He like me is a cashier at Sainsbury’s.

I discovered he was gay quite by accident when I discovered some letters he had dropped in front of his locker. And being the rather inquisitive guy I am I had a quick glance and saw he was writing to a gay math club. So he was looking for a guy. And there was me thinking he was straight all that time, in my mind wishing he wasn’t because he looked so stunning.

I wanted to enhance a stronger than just working colleagues relationship so jumped in where angels fear to tread, told him about the letters and how I was so naughty looking at them, but was delighted to discover his sexual leaning matched mine.,

That was the start of a wonderful closeness I have rarely experienced in former partners – and all the much more thrilling because it was his very first time with another guy.

I showed him pictures of Danny, my former partner who emigrated to Australia, intimate too because I wanted to see Richard’s reactions.

“He looks nice, Pete -d o you miss him?”

“I have to admit I do terribly, he was a great lover, take a look at this one, tell me what you think, Richard” I said passing another picture to him as he sat there next to me on my sofa, those tight brush jeans looking so good on him and that very desirable mould in his crotch.

“Wow! Is that you sucking Danny? I can’t quite see from that angle.”

“It is, look here is another, you can see me plainly in this one, look see how I take him so deeply?”

Richard looked a trifle uneasy so I told him to take his time and look through the rest.

Ashe did so I snuggled closer to him noticing a swelling in his crotch which was most enticing.

But it was early days, I didn’t want to spoil it all by appearing to be too forward, this his first time too.

Richards face flushed when I asked what he thought. “I have never sucked a guy, what is it like?

– Avcılar Escort you seem to be enjoy Danny, Pete.”

“Divine, to me there is nothing more soothing in preparation for fucking as a nice slow mutual sucking.”

“Did you and Danny do it quite often then?”

“Every time we met, it was so lovely, Danny had such a wonderfully pliable cock and I really got to adore the taste and smell of him.”

I could see Richard was struggling with himself, this being all so new to him. I th9ught it would be the right time to give him a little early caressing saying I could see he was pleased with the pictures and would he like some touching. He sort of nodded apprehensively but I went ahead anyway and for the very first time felt his very pleasing cock beneath his jeans feeling so wonderful and sensual.

“Would you like me to unzip you and show you how it is done?” I asked as I longer to explore and taste him.

He whispered he would like that very much, already parting his legs as I massaged him. He felt good and I wanted more, unzipping him I saw he wore red and blue boxer shorts – slipped down his jeans fully and said; “You are lovely, Richard, what a shame you have had to wait so long, now watch and learn and before long we are going to be a real item.”

I went down on him, spreading his thighs a little more apart as I ran the tip of my tongue along the inside leg up and up until I could smell his scent, that certain aroma I had got to know so well wit Danny, the distinct smell of cock. I sniffed and enjoyed, gently stretching his foreskin back and getting a real whiff of virgin cock. It was so lovely as I started to lick it, gradually working its head into my mouth as I gently wrapped my tongue around it tasting his p-hole which made him shudder and moan,

I took my time to thoroughly suck him, teasing and squeezing his balls, it felt so good to be sucking cock again, I had missed that so much and hadn’t Avcılar Escort bayan realised just how much , and here I had the bonus of a sweet new young cock, Richard as just eighteen and to think he’d been untouched was real pleasure and thrill indeed..

“That was so good, Pete, would you like me to suck you now?” “He wasn’t bashful at all and I loved his outright frankness.

“If you are ready.”

I pulled my cock out between my unzipped trousers for him to see first. The thrill of him taking his first look was great in itself but then the feel of his hand feeling me like that was wondrous.

“I have always dreamed of this, Pete but now this is for real. I want to be my all for you.”

You will want to fuck me too?” I asked taking the bull by the horns as I saw him kneel before me and start to take my throbbing cock into his mouth, just like I had done with him he was a good learner and that suck was really something, “taste and enjoy” I said as he started to draw it in and I felt the warmth of his mouth and tongue caressing my stiff cock..

Then , breathless he replied to my question saying he felt he was really ready for that but I would have to show him how.

For the next half hour we were engaged in the most wonderful teacher pupil session I had ever known, showing him how to rim and lube me ready for penetration, feeling his cock grow as I masturbated him, teasing and sucking his balls and watching it grow and grow as I felt his keen fingers rim and touch me up, me stretching my ass wide apart top give him the best of me, all ass and hole ready for his first fuck.

“It is all so really sensual, Pete – I never imagined it could be so heavenly between two guys and I so want that first fuck with you.

I said I was only too thrilled that he wanted me that way, asked him how he would like me.

“You mean for fucking, Pete?”

“Yes, maybe the first time would be best doggy style.

“How Escort avcılar is that?” He asked.

I showed him, placing a cushion below my knees on all fours I spread my thighs for him to kneel between.

“There, Richard, how’s that?”

“Beautiful.”

I twisted my hand behind me so I could take a feel of his ready cock, working it, preparing it for its first fuck with a good spread of lubrication, It felt as good as it had tasted and I longed to feel it up inside me. Especially knowing for him it would be his first time experience of ass fucking.

“Just take you time and enjoy, Richard, let it flow, that can sometimes be as much fun as the ultimate fuck itself. Anything you’d like to do first tell me, I wont bite not yet anyway” I teased.

” I never thought I would want to do this but I am going to anyway, Richard ann9unced pushing his face between my buttocks, sniffing and sucking everything down under. What a real delight that was, first time for him too, we were going ton have a rapturous time..

He must have sucked and licked and everything with me for a good five minutes when he came up for air with the biggest stiffest cock so throbbing and it was a delight to get the first feel of it rubbing up against my hole, feeling his fingers stretch my ass cheeks wide apart like he had done it all before and then, the feel of cock starting to squeeze its head into me, the feeling of his thrust starting to work into me as I swayed my ass and helped him work it in, deeper an d deeper making me yell for his fuck.

It was so lovely, me just spread on all fours for the pleasure of his first time, and then feeling him build inside me, stopping occasionally to enable us to enjoy that wonderful sensation of cock in ass, feeling the mutual throb of our fuck and then he came up for the final rapid thrust making me yell for more and more , hearing his moans until finally he gave one last massive surge into me, and then that familiar sound announcing his cuming deep up inside my hole, me holding it there, tightening my rectal muscles around it feeling it start to come out of me.

It was all so divine that first time with Richard.

Wwe had lots more to enjoy, he was a natural and gave me the most wonderful fuck.

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2 Seducing Diana.

Olympia, on leaving my cabin, returned back and stopped at the entrance of the ship’s canteen. She looked around until she spotted her friends, four girls, sitting round a rectangular table. One of the girls looked first at Olympia, then at me. An interesting look, maybe of mistrust, maybe they didn’t like my intrusion in their future holiday, together; I was wondering. Olympia looked at me, I was a few meters behind her, then she walked slowly towards their table. She sat down on an empty chair at the head of the table facing the entrance, where I had stopped. All the girls turned towards her, while they started talking all at once. From where I was standing; observing what was going on inside the canteen, I could not hear what was being said. I stayed there, still standing, taking my time so they can have some space so they can say all what they wanted without any interference. Every now and then I focused my eyes on their table, wondering what was happening and being said, when I noticed one of them looking at me with a look of hostility.

Things were not going right, I thought. Has Olympia spilled the beans, probably too soon! Her head was down scanning her friend’s faces. I was scanning them from a distance, no more bad looks but sure I had already had an idea of who’s who. From where I was standing at the entrance of the canteen I had a good view of the whole place and who’s around. Most of the chairs were occupied with passengers who most of them were enjoying a nap. They all seemed too tired, except for a few youngsters who were sitting close to the bar chatting, laughing and drinking.

I just stood there, standing at the entrance, looking at these girls, who Olympia had described to me, during our last intimate minutes together. I started walking slowly towards their table. As I came close, I heard some of them arguing, so I stopped. None of them noticed I was so close, so Olympia cried out. ‘Shut up; I told you I was going away with somebody; is there anything wrong. You all know I like to play the game. So what? Any complaints… As soon as he comes I will introduce him to you all,’ she turned towards the entrance and saw me standing there, maybe too close to their table, when she continued. ‘Meet Sam.’ Olympia looked shocked when she realized that I probably heard every word she said. She then, waved at me.

I didn’t move until a few minutes after I saw her waving. I looked at the girls sitting round the table, trying to visualize who’s who; who was the most scared of falling into the trap and who was the most likely contender who would love to continue where Olympia had left. As she had described they all looked to be in their early twenties, quite beautiful, elegant and intelligent

.

Mentally, I had already assumed who I thought would be the one less vulnerable. I gave Olympia a second look; then continued slowly towards their table, observing for any emotions, reactions, suspicions, doubts, reservations, you know. Women sometimes gets very suspicious, especially with a stranger around, who had already succeeded in seducing one of their counterparts, or better was seduced by one, something which they probably did not yet knew.

It was a table which could sit six persons although a bit mashed up together, as all seats were stuck to the floor. Olympia sat on the narrower side of the table while I took the empty seat opposite her. I looked with interest at every girl, before even Olympia started introducing them. My eyes scanned across the table, looking at every individual girl one after the other, making a picture in my brain of what were my feelings. I made my own personal opinions of every girl. A couple of them had their faces turning beetroot red, their eyes looking down towards the top of the table. I was sure that my evaluations were right. I precisely knew who the two virgins, where. They were both sitting opposite each other, exactly close to Olympia. The other two were all smiles; their eyes were shining with sexual hunger and desire, and naturally tried to impress, especially the one on my right. Both of them were longing to have a hard dick between their legs. I was more than sure that they were wetter than the ship’s bow.

Soon I found out who’s who as Olympia introduced the girls. Aphrodite was the one on my right with the one sitting alongside her, and close to Olympia, was Victoria. The one opposite Victoria was Diana with Lydia sitting just to my left.

‘I’m getting a drink, what do you like?’ I asked as I started to stand up.

I took the girls’ orders which consisted of just coffees and beers, so I walked to the bar, gave my order to the attendant and just relaxed on a chair, watching the action around the bar. I just wanted to allocate Olympia some privacy to discuss with her friends her plans for a successful and enjoyable sex filled holiday.

As I returned, I laid the tray with the coffees and drinks in the middle of table which also included some sandwiches Beylikdüzü escort to be shared. I helped myself and let the others do the same. The stillness around the table was frightening, none of the girls were talking, so I continued eating and drinking my coffee, while the girls followed suite. But none of them uttered a word until the tray was nearly empty.

Olympia then broke the silence and addressed me. ‘Sam, I gave the girls a good recount of the last discussion we had, when we were together; but it seems we had not yet arrived at a final verdict…, and although we have reached a majority in favour; but not a full consensus.’

‘Well, this is something which had to be decided only by you; and in no way I’m going to get involved. I offered; now it’s up to you what you decide. My offer is valid until daybreak when we disembark.’

‘That’s very kind of you, Sam.’ Aphrodite said with a big smile on her lips, her eyes shining with sexual desire.

‘Now I’m going to ask one of you girls, if she likes to come down and share my cabin, at least until we daybreak.’

‘No objection.’ Olympia answered. Aphrodite and Lydia, their eyes shining focused at me, like eagles ready to dive on their prey, as Diana and Victoria lifted their heads in shock. First, they just looked at Olympia, maybe expecting a response, then back at me, scarred that fate may hit any one of them. I stayed a few minutes in silence still devouring the last of the beer, while I continued watching the reactions of all the girls. Now, they were all looking at me, all with different agendas, including Olympia herself; who sure would have loved to be back in my bed. Then, I stood up. I looked down at the girls, my eyes moving slowly from one girl to another, trying to cause some tension. The same picture as before, two against two!

‘Well ladies, I had a hard to day; even working too hard, too late…’ I stopped and smiled, while my eyes focused on Olympia… ‘And even so… I had won the battle… Now I’m making my choice.’ They all turned towards me, some with smiles and shining eyes and others with sore eyes and long faces, hoping they would not be the victims. Olympia had a big smile, and desires for more.

‘At least you won, but I’m not disappointed… I won both ways as you didn’t disappoint.’

‘I’m trained not to disappoint. Olympia… just give Diana the directions to my cabin, ok; and good night and good luck.’ With that I scanned the table with a swift smile and walked away.

I entered my cabin and left the door unlocked, even slightly ajar, while I started removing my shirt and preparing for the night. Well, Diana could not come as much as she could, I thought. I relaxed; one thing I was sure, tomorrow I’ll have the five girls at my place. It’s three against two. Aphrodite sure can produce a lot of sexual tension; she looked nothing less than what Olympia had said. She’s as hot as a burning volcano and probably also Lydia. My mind was full of hot sexual ideas for the next two weeks; how to spend the good days ahead, although I was never short of hot girls especially after Padme had seduced the boutique owner and her assistant.

Then I heard footsteps and a slight knock. I pulled the door wide open and there was Diana, a slight smile on her face and no more long faces. I smiled back as I closed and locked the door. Then I put my hands around her neck, hugged her; ‘thanks for coming.’

She didn’t say anything, she just hugged me, too, and as my lips were close to her cheek she turned slowly until her lips slightly touched mine, then pressed them against mine, taking my upper lip and started suckling it. I couldn’t believe what happened. I more thought that I’m in for a slap or two, on my face, but the contrary seemed to have happened as she appeared to be as hot as some of her friends, if not worst.

She continued playing with my upper lip and then attacked the lower one too, until our lips locked together and slowly her tongue started crawling between my own lips. As enough of her tongue crawled into my mouth I started to suck and pull more of it, my way. My hardon was more than waging hard now, ready for any eventuality, although I had already made up my mind that I wasn’t ready to take her cherry, not on the boat, but sure was more ready for other things, than just sucking her tongue. We kept kissing, even exchanging our tongues from one mouth to the other, her tight jeans pressing against my hard dick, imprisoned inside my pants, as her hands tightened abound my body.

Then we unlocked and looked into each others eyes. ‘Hi’ I said. ‘You seem hotter than I thought.’

‘Sure, you like to find out?’

‘Well, probably soon, we do.’ I pulled away from her, put some distance, although the cabin was not so big, at least I can visualize the whole of her structure. About 5ft. 5, quite thin, wearing a very tight pair of light red pants with a tee shirt to match. I moved my eyes up and down making Beylikdüzü escort bayan a visual picture of her naked body and what may be hidden under those clothes, she was wearing. She was standing opposite me watching and probably doing the same thing I was doing, measuring my hardon which sure she could see pushing the front of my pants.

She was also wearing a bra, which seemed quite full with a pair of nice tits which were not too big, maybe she was a 34B. The front centre line of her pants, between her legs was nicely embedded between her swollen pouty lips. I just could clearly see the crack, probably totally drenched with her sex milk, and ready for anything possible. I slowly moved behind her, doing the same as before, just scanning her body. Her nice small orbs at the back filled her pants to the limit, showing every detail of her full panties which covered her buttocks, nearly totally, probably a nice white ‘Sloggy’.

I slowly moved towards her, put one hand around her neck and pulled her back towards me until it rested against my chest. From behind I moved my other hand inside her tee shirt, moving upwards until I came across the lock on her bra. I started fiddling with the clip while I whispered in her ear.

‘I wasn’t expecting such a hot lovely girl!’ I exclaimed.

‘What were you expecting?’

The clip opened easily and my hand started to roam towards her waist moving towards the front, crawling upwards towards her breasts. There was no opposition, just kept roaming, moving and pulling outwards the cup covering her right tit until I cupped the whole orb in the palm of my hand. Then I whispered again, just to break the silence. ‘Tell me sweetie Diane; is there something special you want me to do?’

‘Yes Sam, take my virginity… I want you to break me, give me all what you got hidden in your pants.’

‘So, you still a virgin!’

‘Didn’t Olympia tell you?’

‘Yes, but maybe she did not, exactly know. Maybe, like many girls, don’t like to divulge certain personal secrets, eeemmmm.’

By now I had found her small nipple, put my fingers around it and started to roll it, then squeezed it. The only reaction I had was the movement of her ass against my hardon until her crack ended pushing tight against my raging hardon, which continued extending and growing harder and harder.

‘Ohh Sam, you have to fuck me now, I can’t wait any longer, Sam. I’m so hot, so hot, please Sam, fuck me now; take my virginity. I beg you… Sam. I beg you.’

I didn’t say anything, I just moved my other hand under the tee shirt, cupped her other breast and started to squeeze the nipple of her other breast too. She started to moan as I had both nipples between my fingers. I squeezed them, sometimes hard. She pressed her ass harder against my hardon and her head settled nicely on my shoulder.

‘You don’t want to fuck me Sam?’ My right hand moved down over her stomach until I found and opened the waist button of her pants.

‘Have I said I don’t want to fuck you? Do you think I’ll ever refuse to be the one to take away your cherry?’

‘You’re too slow!’

‘I’m waiting until your hot burning pussy start blowing more hot burning lava then maybe, you already been. When I’m sure you are ready, I certainly will.’

‘I’m more than wet, Sam. I’m burning.’ My hand moved inside her red pants, but not inside of her panties. It crawled down slowly as Diana opened her legs, giving me space until my hand cupped the super drenched cotton material of her gusset. I pressed upwards, filling the palm of my hand with the wet swollen pouty lips as I whispered in her ear.

‘I couldn’t believe you really so hot. Wow you totally drenched, well soaked. Better take you clothes off.’

She tried to pull herself away from me, but I held her tight, her back and her ass pressed against mine, still squeezing on her nipple while pushing my hand against her swelling wet pouty lips, of her virgin vagina, then I turned her round, our eyes met and then our lips. We kissed like crazy, tongues flowing from one mouth to another as she started to open my pants and lower my zipper. Soon her hand was inside my crotch probing for my hardon while my hands were lowering her pants together with her panties down along the length of her legs.

My hardon was out now, escaping the tight confines of my tight jeans. It was a relief. Our eyes locked as our lips separated. She pulled it all out, then she moved my jeans down, uncovering my ass as the underpants went down too. She looked down between our bodies to try to visualize why my underpants stopped moving, downwards. Then she noticed that it stuck on my hardon, so she had to pull my prick out of the hole in the underpants. ‘Sorry Sam I forgot you got holes in your pants, you men!’

‘You don’t have any men at home?’

‘Of course, a father and a brother, but mother does the clothes. I just forgot.’

She looked at me still holding Escort beylidüzü my hard dick into one hand, moving it, to and fro along its length. ‘I couldn’t wait to have this thing inside my pussy.’

‘You will…, in the next few hours, let’s take our clothes off.’ I pushed my jeans and underpants off and soon the shirt flew away. One of my socks was still on. I knelt behind her and continued pulling her jeans, first and then her ‘Sloggy’. Her shoes had been off earlier and her tee shirt had just flow off.

I looked up and down and then asked her to bend forward. The bed was not far off so she rested her elbows on the mattress and leaned her head forward and laid her on her crossed hands, her ass popped provocatively upwards just was just centimetres away from my face. I moved my head forward until my nose was too close to her ass hole.

Noticing so, she shook her ass a couple of times, opened her legs wider and I just sniffed the aroma coming out from between those beautiful swollen pouty lips forming the sides of her itching valley of lust and desire. Her hunger, craving and passion for the real thing, was getting so strong, that it was incredibly unbelievable.

I extended my tongue and started licking against her sex crack slightly opening her spongy lips as I sucked her sex juices out of her virgin hole. My tongue crawled inside, collecting the hot succulent sex milk flowing outward, as she started moaning and shaking as her sexual awakening was sending rushes of sexual currents took over the whole of her body.

She was going crazy pushing her pussy close against my mouth, jamming it there as I held my self in place pushing my mouth against her burning volcano. It was not only burning, but was also erupting, as more hot burning sex lava was flowing out, moving down along her inner legs. The more I sucked, and the more I pushed my mouth, the more her body shook while she cried and shouted as one climax was fading into another climax. Her bodily pleasures were incredibly high, although not yet too much for her.

I pulled my mouth away, stood up, picked her up and while I lay on my back on the bed, I dropped her light body into a sixty nine position, on top of mine. She knew immediately what had happened and suddenly I felt her mouth filling itself with my hard cock. She grasped too much at one go. She was too hungry. I thought that this was really her real first, as she so quickly choked. She pulled her mouth away, and then started again, this time taking things rather gradually. First she started licking the glands as she pulled the foreskin backwards exposing the head. I felt her tongue flowing around; then she jammed the end of her tongue against the oval slit on the top, occasionally taking her time and experimenting. She wasn’t sure, although she sure had heard the jargon language of cock sucking and licking etc.

A perfect view was just infront of my eyes. I was just feeling her movements and looking at her sweet slightly small pussy, her swollen pouty lips and that perfect open crack, just centimetres away from my prying eyes. The creamy sex juice was still flowing downwards, against the inside of her inner legs. The inner butterfly lips were just slightly separated from each other, therefore I could see just the inside of her vaginal valley of desire, the beautiful well lubricated slit, ready to be taken, fucked and penetrated for the first time. It precisely what she wanted.

I wondered if it was worth doing it there on the boat or wait until we returned home; where I could enjoy her, in extra comfortable surroundings. I rather love to enjoy a shaved pussy although she did not have a full bush. It was nicely trimmed, probably ready for the time when she had to wear, maybe her skimpy bikini.

A friend of mine once told me; ‘nearer the bone sweeter the meat’, I believe it could be so, as I had quite a few skinny ones and well they were also extra tight, but the well built ones were as great. Mostly, they are just ideas floating though dirty brains. Diana, she seemed lost. Her sex side of her brain was functioning more than right, probably went even into over drive. There was much more to find out about Diana, and sure the next few days are going to be very exciting.

I just watched her ass moving, her juices still flowing. I, first started to settle myself by pulling a pillow to lift my head, then helped her open herself a little wider until her pussy was lowered down enough, for me to enjoy the juices which were still flowing, while I started licking and sucking her clit.

Immediately I felt a sudden reaction as her mouth was nearly full of my hard cock. Her tongue started moving around inside her mouth, massaging the glands of my hardness. The more I worked on her clit the more she reacted, even her pussy started to move and push and gyrate against my mouth and my lips. I moved one finger against her crack. With it, I started to collect some to the sweet natural flowing lubricants, as much as I could get, around my finger. Her body went again in another eruption. It started shacking as she pushed her vaginal area against my mouth, then she pulled away, but I was too quick not to let her go; I pulled her back with my other hand and held her there, jammed wide open against my mouth.

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“Ok now super slow, four down four up.”

I squatted down, straining under the barbell pushing hard into my shoulder blades. I stared straight ahead into the mirror lining the far wall: beads of sweat lingered across my forehead snaking slowly down to my black polyester Nike vest.

“And four more reps come on just a few more guys!”

I glanced over at the teacher. Her name was Katy, she was petite and mousy, one might say even unnoticeable. But there was something in that anonymity that attracted me. As she squatted down, her strappy red vest revealed a line of cleavage and her small breasts pushed uncomfortably against the fabric.

“Ok lets warm down guys.”

Huh?! Everyone in the room had begun to stretch their quads and here I was still squatting. Wake up Alex! I pushed the bar up and deadlifted it to the floor. Katy smiled over at me and I returned it awkwardly.

“Ok that’s it guys. Matt will probably be here next week so er…yes um…hope you enjoyed it and well have a great weekend!”

Her voice was lost in the cacophony of clattering barbells and weight-plates. Katy busied herself around the CD player but I could see she was deflated. Whenever she covered the class nobody gave her any encouragement, it was a long hard slog. And then they shuffled out the room with no thank you or any show of appreciation whatsoever. Back to their selfish hovels of existence.

I picked my bar up and looked over at Katy. She was crouched over her bag and as she bent over her black lycra leggings slid down showing a glimpse of the line of her bum crack. It was hard to tell whether she was wearing underwear or not. I hurriedly put my bar away yanking the plates off clumsily. I had a sudden urge to ask Katy for a drink just so I could see more of her. But as I returned to my step she was gone. Where’d she go? Fuck! Oh pull yourself together Alex she’s a married woman, what was your plan, huh? I left the room dispiritedly although I’m not sure why. It was a bit perverted to spy on her but she always seemed so helpless and I knew her husband anyway: A total dick. Every time I saw the guy he was flirting with other members of the gym, usually in front of Katy. I’d never even seen him speak a word to her.

I needed a slash. I didn’t really want to bump into anyone from the class down in the showers – no, better to just delay it a bit. I headed right down past a row of lockers into another corridor. I approached the toilets:

CLOSED FOR CLEANING PLEASE USE LOWER GROUND TOILETS APOLOGIES FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE CAUSED.

Fuck it. I needed a slash. I pushed the door open and entered the dimly lit room. Three urinals clung to the far wall; to the left two toilets sat behind faded blue doors and to the right were two white sinks under a large mirror. I was just about to move over to the urinals when I spotted a purple handbag next to the wall, a thin grey jumper lay to the side of it. I could have sworn that was Katy’s stuff. But why would she be in the out of order men’s toilets? The toilet to the right was open but the one to the left was shut. I crouched down and saw two white trainers underneath the door. I held my breath and heard scratchy breathing behind the door as if she knew she had been caught.

“Uh Katy is that you in there?”

The door clicked open and she hovered awkwardly unsure what to say. She was clearly flustered but the red in her cheeks gave her delicately featured face a cute innocence. Her frizzy red hair that had been tied into a bow on top of her head hung limply with sweat. It struck me how extremely petite she was, she had a button nose and thin lips and must be in her forties but she carried a weariness about her making her look bedraggled somewhat. Saying that she was in great shape, her strappy red top exposed her pale defined shoulders and the leggings clung perfectly to her cute bum. She was obviously about to get changed – her shoelaces were untied and an overly complicated frilly skirt was halfway up her legs – and I had barged in on her at the worst possible time.

“I…I’m sorry…I’ll…”

Her voice shook. Her eyes were red and blotchy, she had been crying. I could have smacked myself: clearly she had been upset by the class and wanted to get away from everyone so seeing this toilet was out of order she must have thought she could get some privacy and then I busted in like a dick. I needed to save this situation and fast.

“Hey Katy I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have intruded…but you know I wouldn’t bother about those people in the class you know, it was a good class Katy, seriously I mean it.”

She looked up gratefully at me.

“Really?”

“Yeah man I really wanted to do weights today and that was a tough class. You moved it along well…”

She visibly brightened.

“Thank you Alex that means a lot.”

“You should tell Matt or someone about how rude they were just now though Katy or maybe I should, it’s not on.”

“I know…”

She bit her lip.

“Can you just look away for a second?”

“Huh? Oh yeah sure, sorry.”

I cursed myself for being so stupid. What was I doing?

“Ok Alex it’s fine now.”

I turned back around. She Beylikdüzü escort had removed the skirt and hitched up her leggings. We both looked at the floor awkwardly. This was awful; say something Alex for fuck sake!

“You really -“

I was broken off by the sound of voices outside. I reacted first grabbing Katy’s bag motioning to her to get back into the cubicle. We stumbled in together locking the door just in time. The main door swung open and what I could only assume to be one of the cleaners walked in whistling to Sympathy For The Devil. Shit. That was a close call. How on earth would either of us explained why we were in the out of order men’s toilets? I just hoped whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn’t hear our breathing or see our feet underneath the door.

“Aaaahhhh!”

The cleaner was clearly taking a piss. That reminded me of why I came to the toilet in the first place. Well that would have to wait. I finally turned my gaze and took in my surroundings. Katy stood against the edge of the toilet stock still her face a tense fixed expression of fear. Her stuff lay on the floor and I saw her lipstick had rolled out. I didn’t dare pick it up.

“Come on oh come onnnnn!”

I shot my head round. What the fuck was that?

“Oh yes fuck yes…ahhhhhhh!”

It couldn’t be.

“Mmmm ahhhhhh yessssss!”

Oh yes it could! A faint slapping sound echoed eerily off the pristine white marble. My first reaction was to burst out laughing but I held it in remembering the precarious situation I – no we – were in. I looked at Katy and saw her mouth slightly agape as if not daring to believe. I nodded at her. She looked horrified unable to move, her eyes wide open trying to comprehend, to accept that whoever was on the other side of that door was masturbating over goodness knows what whilst she was stuck in a tight cubicle with a guy in an out of order men’s toilet.

“Nnnnnnnhhhhhhh oohhh ahhhh fuckkkk!”

Was he finally finished?

“Nnnnhhh!”

No.

“Nnnmmmm uh uh arrrrr!”

Finally he seemed to finish, his footsteps scraping against the linoleum floor to the sink. But the tap did not turn on. What was this guy doing? Katy moved slightly her foot kicking the lipstick against the wall with a faint clap. She opened her mouth in terror I grabbed her shoulder and put my finger to my lips. We both stood stock still, not daring to breathe out loud. Whoever was outside wasn’t moving. Shit. How the fuck were we going to get out of this? Suddenly the scrape of feet approached the cubicle. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! But just as I thought we were busted the main door swung open and he was gone leaving the room in eerie silence.

I breathed out with relief and Katy followed suit. That was a close shave! I looked at Katy; her face was bright red, her brow furrowed with anxiety. I tried to catch her eyes but they were turned to the floor as if in a shocked reverie. Wow this was awkward.

“Katy are you ok?”

She looked up at me with her soft sad brown eyes.

“Yes…yes I’m fine Alex sorry I um…”

“I’m sorry about what just happened I shouldn’t have come in here.”

“Don’t be silly Alex it’s not your fault I shouldn’t have come in here in the first place…”

“It’s just that this coupled with what happened with the class…I’m really sorry Katy…I…”

I trailed off unable to express the extent of the sadness and frustration I felt at being so helpless. She smiled sadly her eyes glistening.

“Thank you Alex…”

“I can have a word with Matt you know.”

“No it’s fine Alex, really, it’s happened before…”

“That class is so dead Katy nobody can turn it around.”

“What about Milla?”

“Milla? I can’t stand her class the CD she plays is unlistenable. I left last time.”

“You did?”

“To be honest Katy I was pleased when I saw your name on the board as cover I don’t think I could take another one of Milla’s classes.”

“So you think it worked? I tried to follow Brigitte’s routine but I messed it up a few times…was the music loud enough?”

“Katy relax you did a good job, it was a proper weight’s class I wish Milla had been in so she could copy it!”

An embarrassed smile crossed her lips. We both went silent. I tried to think of something else to say but nothing came. It was only now that I realised we were still in the cubicle together. Man what was I doing? She clearly wanted to change and get out of here as soon as possible and here I was busy making small talk.

“Well I guess I’ll see you around then.”

I turned to open the door.

“Sorry Alex but could you just pass that grey jumper, yes that one, thanks.”

I passed it to her and turned around to exit but stopped suddenly. Voices outside. I held my breath waiting for the voices to dissipate and soon they did.

“False alarm!”

Katy let out a nervous laugh. My sweaty back was pressed into the door as I tried to slow my heartbeat down.

“Remind me never to use an out of order toilet again!”

Katy giggled softly.

“I hope it’s stopped raining, I got soaked on the way in. They only called Beylikdüzü escort bayan me this morning so I didn’t really have time to bring a change of clothes and then the bus was late of course…”

I twisted the lock and made to pull the door open when I heard movement. Quickly I clicked the door shut again turning to Katy in alarm. She stared back at me in horror. Neither of us moved. The person entered whistling Sympathy For The Devil again – the same guy?! Surely not again? The toilet next to the one we stood in clicked shut and…

“Aahhhhh!”

How?! What the fuck was wrong with this guy? How much did he have stored in him?! Katy opened her mouth, instantly I raised my finger to her lips shaking my head violently. She looked away driving her gaze into the sidewall as if to drown out the reality of what was going on. I looked down at her noticing the line of cleavage that was visible under her loose grey top. Now was not the time Alex. Pull yourself together! But I couldn’t draw my eyes away from her. Suddenly the door clicked open and whoever this guy was left the room still whistling. Katy looked up sharply at me. Shit! I quickly drew my eyes away from her chest.

“U-uh are you ok?” I choked out.

“Can you believe that?”

I shook my head. She stared at me. Man this was uncomfortable.

She bent over to look into her bag lying next to the wall. I got a full view of the lycra clinging to the toned curve of her perfectly formed bum. She really was in terrific shape. I felt a little surge in my boxers. What the fuck Alex?! What if she saw? Shit. I badly needed a piss but I couldn’t go whilst she was still here. She stood up trying to fix her hair to no avail. She crouched down to retrieve her bag, her leggings sliding down a little to expose the line of her bum. She rose quickly and stared at me.

“Alex!”

I jumped a little startled.

“Y-yes?”

“You were trying to look down my top!”

“N-no I wasn’t!”

Shit she had noticed me looking at her.

“You weren’t?”

“No!”

“Oh.”

Strangely her face dropped a little.

“I’m sorry I just…I’m on edge a little bit.”

“It’s ok don’t worry about it.”

“It’s just that I have noticed you staring at me sometimes in the class.”

That was true. How was I going to get out of this one?

“Er…”

“When we do sit-ups you look over at me…”

She stared at me with a sad expression.

“Do I? I…”

“Well don’t you?”

Inconveniently my penis had decided to rise to attention, I adjusted my body trying to cover the small bulge in my shorts.

“I…”

Oh fuck it there was no point in lying about it, the sooner this ended the sooner I could get out of here.

“I’m sorry Katy it won’t happen again.”

“But why do you stare at me?”

“Well I guess…I think you’re hot Katy ok?”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Her face had grown a stronger shade of crimson.

“B-but how?”

“Seriously?”

“What is hot about me Alex I’m twenty years older than you…”

“You don’t look it.”

She blushed an even darker shade of crimson.

“I just don’t understand…I mean…”

“What is there to understand? Come on Katy you have an incredible body.”

A broad smile crossed her face and she ducked her head quickly as if embarrassed at such a reaction.

“Hey I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Now I was taken aback.

“Er no I don’t.”

“Have you had one?”

This was getting a little too personal but I was intrigued by the direction of the conversation.

“Er n-no I haven’t I…”

“You haven’t? But why not?”

She looked incredulous.

“Haven’t found the right one I guess.”

“But you’ve had sex right?”

What?! Where was this going?

“I…no…I haven’t no.”

“No? But…how?”

“How? Well it just never happened I mean…”

“How old are you?”

“22.”

She stared at me open mouthed. I squirmed uncomfortably utterly humiliated. She seemed to notice and patted my arm but that just made me feel even worse.

“I’m sorry Alex I didn’t mean to sound so surprised it’s just…well I am that’s all.”

“Why are you surprised?”

She looked stunned at my question.

“Well because you’re a good looking guy Alex. I mean look at your body nobody lifts more than you in that class.”

“I’m not good looking.”

“Of course you are.”

I stayed silent.

She stared at me imploringly.

“Do you want to see?”

“Huh?”

I must have misheard.

Slowly she lifted the grey top over her head and dropped it to the floor. I felt the bulge grow bigger. I tried in vain to readjust my shorts. She raised her fingers to her shoulder and slipped the left strap down her arm tantalisingly revealing the black strap of her bra. I grew yet harder. She was testing me.

“It is me…”

She seemed startled but strangely delighted.

“Alex. Take your shirt off.”

Quick as a flash I ripped my soaking shirt off my sweltering body. She ogled every muscle Escort beylidüzü drawing her finger along my chest. I was desperate to release her other strap but my body was frozen.

“It’s ok Alex.”

Her hand was pressed against my chest my heart was banging.

“Alex you’re shaking!”

I tried to respond but I was shaking too violently.

“Alex are you ok?”

“Y-yes I’m s-s-sorry K -“

“Alex don’t worry if you don’t want to -“

“No I-I do I’m just…”

“This really is your first time isn’t it?”

I blushed an even darker shade of beetroot and looked down at the ground.

“Yes it is.” I mumbled.

“Alex?”

“Yes.”

“Come here.”

She stood back and pulled the strap back onto her shoulder smiling mischievously. There was a glint in her eye daring me to act. Tentatively I drew my hand to her shoulder and shakily pulled the strap back down off her shoulder. She smiled at me urging me on. I brushed her defined shoulders with my fingers enjoying the sensation of warm flesh against my fingertips. I moved my hand over to her other strap and eased it down. Now her top hung precariously over her bra. I hovered uncertainly. She looked at me adoringly, fiddling with the hem of the top before stretching her arms upwards expectantly. I obliged, taking the hem and pulling it up and over her head letting the material float to the floor. I took a sharp intake of breath as I admired her body. Her small but supple breasts rested in a lacy black bra but what struck me were her washboard abs. You could bounce a ping pong ball off them.

“Am I ok Alex?”

I murmured something indecipherable. I drew my hands across her back massaging her lower back. I stood back and floated my fingers along each definition on her stomach.

“You’re body is amazing Katy.” I whispered.

“You think so?”

I cupped her delicate cheekbones gently and kissed her lips softly. It was only fleeting but as we broke off Katy’s face was a canvas of delight.

“Can I?”

I motioned to her bra and she nodded excitedly. I reached behind her back unclasping the lacy material. Her breasts sat perfectly upright her nipples hardening. I took one in my hand and squeezed softly exerting slight pressure enjoying her little sighs of joy. I lowered my lips and twirled my tongue around her nipple. The taste was glorious. I moved across to the other breast making sure to continue caressing the other as I did so. I sashayed my lips across her stomach planting baby kisses on each muscle. Finally I stood up again and was once again uncertain.

“Was that ok?”

“It was amazing Alex! Thank you!”

I knew what I wanted but what could I say? Katy seemed to sense my dilemma.

“Yes Alex you can.”

I lowered my hands to her firm bum cheeks squeezing them tightly. I couldn’t feel anything underneath.

“Alex, don’t be shy.”

Very slowly I curved my fingers round and reached between her legs to stroke her crotch. I felt the smooth line of her vagina. She wasn’t wearing any panties! A drop of liquid escaped my penis. Shit! I still needed to piss like crazy. I stood up hesitantly unsure of what to say.

“Uh Katy I kinda need to use the toilet…”

“Oh! Erm well…”

Before I could reply I felt my shorts falling down and my boxers slipping down. Her soft dainty hands were warm against my upper thighs. My penis shot out fit to burst. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I directed the stream into the bowl and heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was only when I finished up that I realised I had my cock out whilst a woman was watching.

“Wow.” She murmured.

I took that as a compliment allowing her to stroke her hand up the shaft. I moaned in pleasure. Her smooth fingers moved all over my balls squeezing them hard. I moaned louder. She lowered herself down to her knees.

“Oh yes, yes, please!”

My member was screaming practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Oh thank you Alex.”

She licked the moisten shaft and worked her way over my large testicles sucking them in greedily. She kissed the tip fluttering her tongue over it and then she finally drove her lips down over my thudding member. She worked her small mouth up and down over my flesh gagging at the amount of sticky fluid streaming out.

“Alex you’re soaking!”

“Oh er sorry…I…”

“No don’t apologise! It’s flattering!”

I leaned over her pushing my soaking penis into her mouth. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat; she gagged but still slurped up the streaming fluids flooding around her mouth. Slowly Katy rose and stood pressing back into the wall expectantly. I snaked my way down and felt my heart beat even faster. I longed to slip her leggings off but I dragged it out for a little longer kissing the inside of her thighs.

“Alex, stand up.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Just stand up Alex.”

I stood uncertainly. Before I could open my mouth Katy wrapped her arms around my neck and drove her lips into mine knocking me back into the toilet roll dispenser. Her hard nipples pressed uncomfortably into my chest, my arms pinned against the divider between the other cubicle. She was ferocious, biting down on my lip drawing blood as she did so. She was a crazed animal tearing away at my flesh. And through the pain and discomfort I savoured every moment. A carnal desire to be ravished and devoured. Finally she broke off licking her lips demonically, her retinas burning.

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I groaned and rolled over. I didn’t know what had woken me up, and I really didn’t care.

Still on the floor in the hall of my college apartment where I had plopped myself after my last bout in the bathroom after returning home from yet another round of chemotherapy, every part of me was worn out. I hadn’t even had the energy to change clothes or walk the additional 15 steps to my bed.

The doorbell chimed again, accompanied this time by knocking. The fog that was my mind reminded me now that it had been the doorbell that had awaken me.

I didn’t want company. Still, if it was my sister coming to check on me, she wouldn’t stop until I’d let her in to do her official nurses’ assistant checkup on me. . . . I pulled myself up, made sure I was dressed and that I didn’t have any puke on me anywhere, and opened the door.

It wasn’t my sister; I should have stayed on the floor where I was.

“Hi Joseph,” Kirsten didn’t wait for an invitation; she just walked in. One of the girls from church who regularly checked in on me, Kirsten lived in the next complex over. And it looked like she held another tuna fish sandwich in her hand. The last one had caused agony at both ends. I wanted to shove her back out, but I just didn’t have the energy. I wanted to throw the sandwich down the toilet, since I knew it would end up there anyway, but I knew in my heart that I was too much of a sucker. I’d have to try to eat. “Hopefully, I thought, “I won’t barf it up this time until after I can get rid of her.”

“How are you?” Standing squarely, with one her hands on her narrow hip, Kirsten looked at me expectantly, as if she wanted an actual answer. She’d come over in just a yellow happy face t-shirt and green and red spotted pajama bottoms, and no jacket, even though it had been snowing just yesterday. She was way too thin to have any residual warmth to help ward off the February chill, so she was probably cold. I looked at the closest arm, the one on her hip, and, sure enough, I saw goosebumps.

She saw me look dumbly at it, and she shook it, as if the goosebumps had fallen on her without her noticing.

“I’m fine,” she said, in her most authoritative voice, which I didn’t think could possibly ever become bossy enough to intimidate anybody. “It’s you that I’m concerned about.” Since she was not yet proffering the sandwich, I reluctantly invited her the rest of the way in with a sweeping gesture that turned out to be nothing more than a twitch. She moved a few steps further down the hallway. I didn’t try to hide the reluctance on my face, though. I wasn’t sure I’d have been able even if I’d wanted to, anyway.

I looked at the sandwich, and then at her, again. Most guys thought she was cute, and would have been happy with the attention; I was too sick, and too doped up on sperm-killing drugs to care. And she was still waiting for a response. I didn’t remember any question, though.

“Just trying to recover,” I muttered. “On top of the chemo, the new stuff they’ve been giving me is causing a major headache.” I looked at the sandwich. “I can’t concentrate on anything.”

There was real concern in her face. “I’m sorry.”

She finally offered the sandwich, which I took over to place on the counter of my sorry little excuse for a kitchen. I glanced around, noticing the grimy dishes in the sink and the overflowing trash can, finally aware of the smell that probably permeated the small room.

Then I remembered how much I had been puking lately, and I realized that the smell of the kitchen was the least of my worries. I turned back to Kirsten. She was planning to become a social worker, and had the casually invasive personality for it; she got all the information she wanted, but you felt like you could trust her with it. I looked at her now, standing squarely on both feet in front of me, her hands gripping the sides of her narrow waist, watching me with what looked like sincerity. She didn’t seem at all concerned with the awful smell in the place, or with the clutter on the floor around us.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not really much like the stereotypical beer guzzling, partying, skirt chasing college guy. I mean I have nothing against them; they seem to have a lot more fun than I do. It’s just that I’m different. I like to keep my place neat, and parties for me usually revolved around homework, trivia games, or mad libs. I didn’t exactly stir the imagination, if you get my drift. Kirsten, on the other hand, had a steady stream of guys asking her out, even though she’d had a boyfriend up until just a few weeks ago.

“Another rough round of chemo, huh?” Everything about her showed that she empathized. Her slightly downturned mouth, scrunched eyebrows, cocked head angle, even her voice; again, it made me feel good.

“They’re doing some sort of alternative approach with the one in my brain,” I explained. “Special drugs along with the chemo ones, but at least no radiation treatment for it, yet.” I cut myself off, hoping I’d said enough Bahçelievler escort to show that I really appreciated her concern, but not so much that I bored her or, worse, sounded like a sob.

“How are you, Kirsten?”

“Not that it means I understand what you’re going through,” she began, hesitantly. “But when I was making you – making some tomato soup, earlier, I spilled it and it burned me pretty good.” Kirsten grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to the base of her ribcage.

“See?”

I looked, and I saw. At the time, it didn’t even seem odd to me that she had told me about the burn, or that she had been so quick to show me.

Her skin had just enough natural pigment to it that it always looked tanned, even on her bare stomach, which I was pretty sure I now could see for the first time. I had always found olive skin like hers attractive, and if it hadn’t been for the chemo and that brain-pounding other drug they’d started given me, this sudden showing of toned teen flesh would probably have gotten me pretty worked up. As it was, I could barely force myself to acknowledge what she was saying enough to look at the angry red splotch that covered most of her stomach. It began just at her waistline and went up at least as high as she was holding her shirt.

“Sorry,” I said, and glanced up the six more inches to the two pronounced bulges she sported under that thin yellow t-shirt. Bulges that she wasn’t showing, and that I would likely never see. Still, after staring, I found myself wondering if she’d burned herself any higher up than she’d just exposed, and if she was just showing the amount of skin she was willing to let me see, or if that really had been the extent of what had been burned. It looked to me like the burn went higher, and I couldn’t stop imagining what she might look like a few more inches up.

She had been studying medicine, and she knew that the drugs had absolutely killed my libido. Plus, she knew me pretty well, and knew I had always been pretty tame compared to the typical guys who kept hitting on her. In fact, I was sure that she pretty much thought of me as sterile long before my chemotherapy started. She had told me once how lucky I was that I had no interest in romance. I think she may have even used the word ‘immune.’ Right now, though, I felt quite a bit different from immune now, and it surprised me a little bit.

I also knew Kirsten well; my roommate had tried to date her, and she and I had even gone on a few church group dates together. I knew she had high moral standards, but I also knew that she was unashamed, and I wondered . . . Then I realized that I was wondering, and I was surprised at the change in myself. Not that I was getting a bulge in my pants or anything, but just wondering was something special after all that chemo.

“That looks like it hurts,” I managed, and placed a hand carefully on her bare stomach next to the burn splotch. She flinched; ever so slightly, but she flinched, when I touched her. Pain, or nerves?

“You are lucky it wasn’t any worse.” I removed my hand, even though I really didn’t want to. I wanted to move it upward.

She shrugged and pulled her shirt back down. “Oh, it got me a little bit higher than that, but, well, it’s still not like what you are having to go through.”

I was definitely feeling a bulge now, and more confidence than I normally would have. No, not confidence, I decided, but . . . something. And I suddenly really wanted to find the line between her trust in me and her moral boundaries.

“How much higher?” I asked, trying to sound casual. My head was pounding, but my thoughts seemed to be clearing a little.

She pulled her shirt up again, this time all the way to the bottom of her bra. I couldn’t quite see the bra, of course. She was far too modest for that, but she did show me more than I’d ever thought I’d (or even wanted to) see. And the way she did it made it seem so clinical, so impersonal that I felt a touch of disappointment. Looking at what I could now see, though, the disappointment sure did not last very long. Her same tan went all the way up. Unfortunately, so did the angry red burn.

“Wow, I’m sorry,” I told her. And I was sorry; it looked like it hurt, and it had happened because she was trying to make soup for me. Soup that would have torn my stomach into shreds if she’d actually brought it, but still, an extremely thoughtful gesture.

“I have some aloe in my first aid kit, over in the closet” I ventured, when she again released her shirt him, letting it drop down and cover her beautiful torso. “Have you put anything on it?”

“No, I wanted to bring you your sandwich.” she answered, more embarrassed by the question than she had been by showing me her bare torso. “Your sister told me you were back and would be too tired to fix yourself anything.”

That was true. I looked at the floor where I’d just been laying, so that I wouldn’t have to look Kirsten in the eyes, and I Bahçelievler escort bayan raised a hand to smooth the hair that was probably still sticking up. Kirsten followed my gaze and then scowled at my hand movement. Then she scowled at my hair. I didn’t like the way her eyes lit up like a lightbulb just went off.

“Oh,” she breathed, deflated. I don’t know what expression I gave her next, but whatever it was, it apparently confirmed the suspicion she’d just had.

“I woke you up, didn’t I” she demanded. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s ok” I muttered. Then a guilty thought crept in and I brightened. “Now, I would feel a lot better if you would let me do something about that burn.” I walked over to the closet and grabbed the first aid kit.

“Ohhh,” She cooed, like a mother proud of her toddler son. “You don’t need to worry about me.” She sidled over to me, giving me a hug. “I’m here to help you, remember?” One of her breasts pressed against my elbow, since I hadn’t been smart enough to move my arm out of the way. It was a typical hug, but I didn’t remember ever feeling that way before about feeling her chest press against me like that.

“And it will help me if you get some of this aloe on your burn.” I knew I was pushing just a little bit too hard now. “You did it in trying to do something nice for me, after all.” I extracted the bottle of aloe from the first aid kit and held it up.

Kirsten was clearly uncomfortable, but I could see that I was winning her over. “I just feel so silly, letting you help me,” she explained, “I should never have even told you. I don’t know why I did.”

Neither did I, but I sure wasn’t going to complain.

“When you are the one who just got done with chemo,” she continued. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Yes, I do,” I answered. “Show me that burn and let me put this aloe on it.” Obligingly, she pulled her shirt up again, all the way to the bottom of her bra, and didn’t move while I applied lotion to her stomach and lower chest.

It felt really good rubbing the lotion on her bare stomach and lower chest. I tried to move as gently as possible, dealing with the burn, but all I could think about was the fact that my own hands were moving all over her front. Almost all over.

I enjoyed running my fingers over her abs, feeling the outline of each muscle, noticing the outline of her lower ribs, and then feeling her one little tremor of anticipation when I moved my hand up a little bit higher, nudging a finger under the fabric of her lifted shirt. Eventually, I tore my gaze up to her face, and I saw that she was looking at me with a sort of perturbed half-frown. Suddenly, I realized how ragged my breathing had become, and I took a few slow, deliberate breaths, and then I tried to speak normally.

“Is that everywhere you got burned?” I asked, deliberately not going as high as I felt she would probably let me go. I wanted to know what she’d say.

“I can get the rest” she answered. “If you are uncomfortable.” Of course, she knew that I had never had a girlfriend, wasn’t really social, and was not in the practice of applying lotion to good looking girls just below their breasts. However, she also didn’t know the type of thoughts I now entertained. But I did know. And I certainly did entertain them.

“I got it.” I thought I sounded almost casual when I said it, sweeping my hand upward on her torso, deliberately pushing under the fabric of her shirt to her bra. My middle finger brushed the stiff fabric, but I didn’t have the courage to do more than a quick nudge with the tip of that finger. She braced, but she had the good grace to let me repeat the sweep two more times, nudging her bra each time, before stepping back and thanking me.

Yes, she thanked me, after I so obviously acted like a teenage boy who wanted to ‘cop a feel’ but didn’t have the courage.

“It actually feels better, already,” she continued.

My three passes, however, had eradicated enough of my inhibitions – or perhaps it was the drugs that did it- that I desperately wanted to test her boundaries further. Well, I desperately wanted something else, but first, I had to test her boundaries. And my boundaries, for that matter.

“So, you didn’t burn your chest at all?” I thought that I sounded pretty casual when I asked, except for the three or four tremors in my voice.

“Well, yes, a little bit. You saw that already.” Her look told me my logic had fled.

“I mean higher up. Like . . .” I couldn’t get it out.

“My breasts you mean?” she finished. “No.” She shrugged. “Thankfully.” Apparently, the question made me more nervous than it made her.

“And how is your -,”

“Want me to check and make sure?” I almost couldn’t get it out, but she just looked at me as if I’d asked her to remind me of her middle name.

“You’d be more embarrassed about seeing me in my bra than I would.” She didn’t shrug, turn away, or even avoid eye contact. She just stood there, Escort bahçelievler with her shirt all bunched up at the base of her bra, showing me all her stomach, waiting for me to answer.

And ordinarily, she would be 100% right. I would normally have run like crazy but at this moment, I was getting really, truly horny.

I cleared my throat, and I did my best to sound normal. “You know what the drugs did to my testosterone, Kirsten.” I said it as playfully as I could, although my voice and my stammer both made me wonder if she could possibly be any more convinced of it than I was. “Why don’t you prove I’d be the more embarrassed.”

I was in more earnest than I should have been, and she obviously recognized it. “I think I’d better get you a glass of cold water.”

“I wish,” was all I could think to say. Then I knew I had an out – I had already gone further than I would have without the drugs in my system and the sleep deprivation, and she was well aware of it. She wasn’t thinking of me, she was thinking of me, drugged. I could say whatever I wanted to, and she would attribute it all to the drugs in my system.

“You know you’re not shy about your body,” I said. My voice cracked twice, saying it. It cracked again when I added, “Take your shirt off and let me make sure I got you with the aloe.”

She shrugged and, wordlessly, pulled her shirt over her head.

The rest of what I had planned to say died on my lips. Not just because the words apparently weren’t necessary, but also because of the sight I now beheld. I had sisters, but I had never been the type to spy on them or their friends. I’d also never been the type to look up porn on the internet, since it was frowned upon both because of my religion and by society, but I’d had enough occasional glimpses of things to know what to expect.

Or so I’d thought.

Five minutes earlier, five seconds earlier, I’d never have thought I could manage to be in the same room as a girl in her underwear, yet now Kirsten stood there, in the same room as me, only a few inches away, wearing only a white bra and pajama pants, with her hands relaxed at her sides. Even her breathing seemed normal. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and she looked at me expectantly. Her waist tapered only slightly in from her hips, but flared out again at chest level, not giving the traditional hourglass appearance, but giving one that I enjoyed seeing very much.

I went light-headed, and my vision clouded, but even though my gaze narrowed, I kept my eyes trained on her white bra. It was one of those that was solid over the most part of the breast, but then it was frilly at the edges so that it really made me feel like I could see more of it than I really could. I want to reach out and peel it down off of her. I didn’t, though. I didn’t even move.

She didn’t move, either. And I couldn’t think of what she was waiting for. I knew it was because of something I’d said, but my mind was blank. No, not blank. My mind was filled with the image of her breasts, swelling out of her bra.

“See, I told you,” she said, and all that I could think of to say was, “Yeah.” Then I finally remembered our conversation. I had told her that I wanted to inspect her for burns. I was too busy ogling her breasts to check anything else.

“No,” I croaked. Then I cleared my throat. “No, I was just checking, is all. You are right. But let me check you there just in case.”

“Okay,” she said, even though my answer hadn’t made sense. Then, after a pause, she added, “Pervert.” But then she smiled. And she was still standing in her bra, with her shirt held casually at her side. “Call me whatever you want as long as you are willing to stay like that!” I thought, but I didn’t say it out loud.

I made a point of inspecting her around her bra, which did, in fact, seem more embarrassing to me than it did to her. I tried to force myself to touch her bra, but I chickened out. I didn’t touch anything. I did, though, take a good, long look at each of her bra-covered breasts, examining the best I could through the frill, and taking note of the two smaller bulges that had to be her nipples, before straightening again.

“You’re fine.” The way I looked at her as I said it conveyed both meanings.

She smiled and started lifting up her tee shirt to put it back on. But I didn’t want that.

“Wait,” I said.

She froze, uncertain. Her shirt slipped out of her fingers and fell to the floor.

“What’s that mark on your shoulder?” There was no mark; I was just desperate to keep her shirt off.

“Where?”

I touched her, just off where her shoulder blade jutted out. Inches from her bra strap. It was warm and soft. It was all I could do to keep my finger from shaking.

“You don’t feel that?” I pulled my finger away, and her own fingers explored the area. I surreptitiously hooked her t-shirt with my toe, and I flipped it behind me, into my bedroom.

“I don’t feel anything,” she said. “What is it?”

“It looks like a scratch,” I lied. “Or maybe a pen mark. I can’t really tell in this light.”

Again, she explored the area, craning her neck to see. I didn’t look at the shoulder, although I did try to. I just couldn’t stop staring at her breasts swelling out of her bra as she twisted and turned.

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Breen’s story..

So I visit home for some groceries and cash from the parents and somehow my pussy gets licked by the neighbour.

My college course workload is fairly easy so I hopped on the train and went home for a surprise visit. Both of my parents were off doing their own thing on this Friday afternoon. I had left my house key at school but our neighbour had a key to our home and we had one for theirs. Worked out good for all the kids, no worries about carrying a key everywhere.

Unfortunately the neighbour wasn’t home. Then just as I was about to break into the kitchen window I heard a car next door, a diesel smart car. John owned this funny little car and it fit his outgoing personality. I yelled over to him and asked if he could let me into my house.

John smiled and said he would bring the key right over. I wondered what he was smiling at until I looked down and saw that my v-neck shirt had opened up and my breasts were more exposed than I wanted. I had an ‘aha’ moment realizing that John must have liked what he saw.

All of the sudden an idea came to my mind.

John and Diane were a cool couple, sharing drinks with me, smoking weed with my dad and having great parties. I knew John pleased Diane cause they left their bedroom window open in the summer and she was loud. He must be good at the sex thing.

When John came through the adjoining gate and handed me the keys I asked him in for a drink. John seemed reluctant at first, he was trying to be a gentleman. I told him I wanted to say thank you upstairs in my room. Not too subtle but hey I am a college gal and not a bad looker so I figure he might be interested.

I have been a swimmer since I was young and my legs and ass are really toned due to training. John watched me when I sunbathed Bahçelievler escort in the summers too so I knew he wasn’t a prude.

John said sure. We walked upstairs and as we entered my room I turned and said I needed to change first.

I pulled my shirt up and John stood there and smiled. Then he did something I wasn’t expecting.

He asked me to stop.

Then he said, let me do that.

He walked over and turned me around. His hands gently lifted the shirt the rest of the way off. My skin was beginning to get tingly and covered with goose bumps. John expertly undid my bra, the small demi-cup style, and massaged my shoulders a bit. The he kissed my neck. I was being seduced. I wanted to be the seducer but this felt so nice.

John asked me if I wanted to continue, I panted yes.

John’s story..

Friday and the weekend is here. Time for a few drinks a puff and some seriously relaxing. Then I hear Breen calling my name. Breen left for college this past August and she must have come home for a visit. She asked me for the key to her house, which we had in case of lost keys.

Her long hair fell off her shoulders in a mess, she must have been trying to work a window open or something. I got the key and went next door to let her in. Breen said she wanted to thank me and that I could come in and have a drink with her. Cool I thought, those tits were falling out of her top and I smiled at them, er her.

Her body was really lean, she was a swimmer and laid out all summer tanning in a small bikini. I have jacked off a few times thinking about her. Now she was climbing the stairs in front of me and I getting a hard-on watching her ass sashay just inches away.

In her room she said she needed to change and began to Bahçelievler escort bayan lift her top off. I asked her to stop, then I said “let me do that”.

Breen carries on

His hands slide down my sides and reached around to undo my jeans. He eased them down over my hips and I stepped out of each leg, spreading my feet apart as I did. My pussy was drenched. I wasn’t a virgin but this was different, he knew what he was doing.

John turned me around and told me to lie down on the bed.

John.

This young woman was like a goddess. Her skin was smooth and tanned her breasts were round and firm, not too big, and the nipples small and hard. I slide her body out of the jeans and I could smell her womanly scent, she was hot and ready for sex. I had a plan.

Breen.

I laid down on the bed and John knelt beside me on the bed. He started sucking on my tits and nibbling on my nipples. Just enough teeth to make it almost hurt, wow that felt good. My panties were soaking wet, I wanted to be fucked, like hard. John started kissing my belly and with his tongue began massaging my cunt through my panties. This was new. What was he doing. John pushed my panties down and I slide my legs up and out. His tongue traced the edge of my bush. This guy was making me blush. He spread my pussy lips apart and licked my cunt from bottom to top. I shivered and felt a gush of juice trickle down my ass. He licked the slick juice up and circled my back hole. I never had a guy do that before. Then John sucked my cunt lips and put his finger inside me. An orgasm erupted from my body as he licked my clit and massaged what turned out to be my G-spot. Then he kept going. My hips lifted up to his tongue. In place of his fingers went his tongue. I fucked his Escort bahçelievler tongue and squeezed his head with my legs as another orgasm left me weak.

John.

Breen laid down and I dove onto those nipples like a cat on catnip. I sucked her nipples into my mouth and heard her gasp and moan as I squeezed her breasts and nipples. When I bite softly her moans got deeper. Listening to her body I licked my way down to her cunt. With her panties still on I massaged her cunt through the fabric, it was soaked and beautiful. I worked my tongue into the opening of her pussy and felt her clit emerge from it’s hood. I slide her panties down and Breen spread her legs more for me to continue. Her body was so tight I almost came just looking at her. I spread her pussy and licked her from asshole to clit tasting this fine woman’s love juice. I began to focus on her clit, sucking and massaging it while my finger found the G-spot hard and swollen inside her pussy. The muscles around her pussy began to spasm and I knew she was about to cum. I kept this up and she almost squeezed my head off with those strong legs as a second orgasm

drained her.

Breen.

Wow. That was so intense I said to John as my ability to speak came back. I felt totally relaxed and spent. Here I was laying naked in front of John, he still had his clothes on. That had to change. John I said now its my turn to suck on something. John replied that he would love to but he would have to take a raincheck. We planned a visit back at my college dorm at another time. Wow, do I have a story to tell my girlfriends.

John.

My face was covered in pussy juice and as I wiped it on her sheets she said she wanted to suck on my cock now. I had to stop this fantasy but said I would visit her dorm soon to receive her offer.

Breen.

My girlfriends are going to want a piece of this guys tongue.

John.

My cock may never get soft until I go visit Breen and her girlfriends, maybe she will have a party.

Until then I will have to have my memory of the hot tight body of Breen to keep comming.

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In re-living those memories, I know what you’re thinking: how can a virgin suddenly become a hot vixen, showing off her body and being so worldly about sex? I can’t explain it even as I think back to that summer. I knew I was changing. I remember that so clearly those final months of my senior year. I was fed up with my old self, but I didn’t have a clue what I was going to become. I look back at my diary from those days and smile a little. So much was new to me!

July 18

Dear Diary,

What a fucking trip this past weekend! I’m still not sure exactly what happened. But I cant sit around and bask in the glow. I checked out CCs course list, how much it costs to go, when I could start, what I need to apply. Its like ive been hyped up on adrenaline.

Here’s what I’ve learned so far diary: course are paid for by the unit – $100 each. A full load is 15 units. Getting in is pretty much just applying — with my scores and GPA they’ll probably wonder why I’m coming in the first place. But I don’t want to go to the U…too far, too much money and I know what I want to do now — I want to make porn videos.

There are a ton of classes that make sense. They expect me to get some kind of general ed in — Reading,Writing,’rithmatic, and science, but here’s what I figured out: No need for math — got what I need from high school. Reading: Erotic Literature — Origins Until Today — satisfies English reading — with some essay writing. Human Sexuality — basic Bio class. Creative Writing — seminar, Business Accounting 101 — they’ve got a ton of business classes, and The Art of Video Production. Way more than 15 units — closer to 23, but I can always drop some if it looks too tough.

I can’t wait to get enrolled — registration opens next week, classes start at the end of August.

Went back to work today. Tim played his part perfectly, tho’ I was nervous as hell. I tried not to stare at him it was all I could do not look at his cock through his sweatpants. I don’t think anyone noticed, except my team lead who was annoyed at my lack of attention.

I figure I can afford the books and most of the registration from this job, but I’ll have to quit when school starts — no way I’ll be able to do all that and work. Got to break it to the folks — I’m sure they’ll be pleased I have a plan. I don’t know if they’ll be okay with my choice of school. I hope they’ll let me live here without charging rent. I’m sure they will, but maybe not — they’ve been acting so weird lately.

Without referring to the details in my diary, I only remember a blur of events. The excitement I felt at finally having a goal and knowing what I needed to do to accomplish it. The tension with Tim at work those last few weeks.

The first day back on the job, as my diary captured, was a tug-of-war between my curiosity and my need to keep Tim secret. It wasn’t the hell the rest of the group would give us — I could have taken that — it was more the sense Tim would lord over me or somehow take advantage of me.

It went without saying he wanted to fuck me. That was an obvious development he not only hoped for, but expected. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pop my cherry for him. It wasn’t that I wanted our relationship to be more romantic — there was no way it was going that direction, or that I even cared if the guy who took it was someone I had strong feelings for. It was more manipulative than that. Machiavellian, although I didn’t know that word until I’d taken Sexual Politics, 2nd semester.

I needed, or thought I needed at the time, more information from Tim on how to get started in the business, and I was counting on my virginity to help. I wasn’t even sure he knew I was a virgin. It hadn’t come up specifically. That first weekend I’d only been avoiding going to bed with him, but he never got a specific reason.

It only took about a week after our getting together before he finally made his move.

“Julie?”

I had just gotten home from work and was making plans to meet up with my friends when he called.

“Tim.”

“Hey, Julie. I…we…shit. I was thinking we should get together and talk about what happened last week. Uhhh…we can’t really talk at work, and I was kind of expecting you to call or something.”

Something licked at the edge of my brain — a sensation, a feeling. I’ve come to know it well since then, but I think it was the first time it happened. At least, I like to think it was the first time. I had the higher ground. I was in the negotiating position. It’s a great place to be…in business, in bed…your partner, or opponent, is at a disadvantage and you get to make the move.

“Tim. Where are you right now?” I was standing naked in my room, fresh from a shower trying to figure out the best outfit for the evening. I looked over at the mirror, seeing my body like I had seen it in the movies and photos the week before.

“Where? At my place. Uhm…Why?”

“I’m in my room. I’m naked, Tim. Are you Bahçelievler escort naked? I’d like to think you’re naked. Before I get dressed, could you get undressed, Tim?” I looked at a sheer white blouse and thought about whether I should put on a bra. My folks would die if they saw me in it without one…maybe a short jacket over the top.

“Whaaa? You’re naked?”

Guys. You say ‘I’m naked’ and they sort of lose it. “Tim. Try to concentrate. I’m asking you to get undressed. Fast. Before I put my clothes on. Like last Saturday — in front of your webcam. Show me.” I walked over and flipped on my machine, entering his address. While it figured itself out, I turned back to the closet and looked at jeans.

I could hear him breathing and clothes sliding off. He didn’t have much to remove. I was surprised he even had any on at all, but…whatever. The Guess would do nicely. I pulled them off the hanger and laid them on the bed, turning back to look at the monitor. God, that body. It made me tingle. Or maybe the fact he was undressing for me made me tingle. Sometimes I get confused between the power and the sex. His boner was just starting to lift and the smile on his face — a mixture of lust and confusion — was precious. I took a snapshot from the webcam and then I just left it on streaming record. It couldn’t hurt if I needed it at work.

“Nice, Tim. I like.”

I pulled on the jeans, no undies tonight. No bra. Commando. I could feel myself entering a new chapter and I was liking the feeling.

“What’s happening, Julie? Are you busy tonight? Would you like to come over? I put together a highlight reel of some of the best work I’ve done. I thought you might enjoy it.”

Weak, but definitely an idea to consider. For another night. “Tim. I’ve got plans and I’ve only got a few minutes, but I wanted you to get something straight for me.” I slipped the top over my head and looked back at the image in the mirror. Fucking fantastic. His face in the monitor was even more confused. “Get it? Get something straight for me?”

He shook his head slightly.

“Your cock, shit head. I want to see your cock as hard as it can be. Last weekend was a gas, man. But the best part about it wasn’t when you forced me to be naked, or forced yourself on me, or forced me to be videotaped. Or shoved your hard cock down my throat. Those were cool, and we should do ’em again. For me, the best was watching you cream. I’ve got about five minutes and I’d love to see you do that again.”

“But, Julie. I…you were fucking yourself for me when I did that. It was beautiful, babe. I would stroke myself for you anytime you did that.” His hand had drifted down to his cock, fondling his balls a little. “Why don’t you show me that beautiful pussy of yours again so I don’t have to imagine it.” He started to run his index finger up the bottom of his shaft — kind of unconsciously.

“Nice, Tim. It’s getting hard just thinking about me being naked, eh? Keep it up. I know you’ll be able to do it.” I put the phone on speaker and sat down to do my face. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him stroking himself with a little more intent.

“Julie. We really should get together. I know you could blow the top off some of these sites. You’ve got something. I mean it.” He closed his eyes and let his hand move a little more freely up and down his shaft. It was harder, but still not as stiff as he’d had it last week.

“Yeah? You said that last week. What have I got, you think?”

“I don’t know…ahhh, how to describe it. It’s a look, a naturalness. You look comfortable with your clothes off…”

I smiled. Yeah right. As long as you’re holding a camera on me or your cock in my mouth. Natural my ass. I could feel the anger brewing again, taking care not to fuck up my eyeliner.

“You look pretty good right now, Tim. But you’re not quite as hard as I remember you last week. You had a real steely when you had it in my mouth. Is that what you’d hope would happen tonight Tim? I’d come over there so you could fuck my throat again?” I tried to soften the words with a little husky tone.

He smiled a little. Still confused, my comments no doubt reminding him about my mouth and throat, the possibility I was pissed not occurring to him even a little bit. “Julie? I’d really like to see that beautiful pussy again. Are you dressed?” Still hopeful.

I had stayed off-camera, working my makeup. I wasn’t about to get undressed again, and I knew he wouldn’t need me to to jack off. He’d probably done it a dozen times in the past few days just remembering me. “Oh, Tim. I don’t think you need to see me in the flesh. You’ve probably cum a dozen times just remembering my wide open beaver, stuck between the seats, or pressed against your kitchen counter. Yeah?” I didn’t feel nearly as much bravado as I put into my voice, but I was pissed.

“Oh, god, you are such a tease…shit…shit, I’m going to cum…” He gurgled the last few syllables Bahçelievler escort bayan and I watched amazed as he shot his cream toward the camera, his eyes closed and face a portrait in bliss.

That sense of power got stronger and I could feel my own cream coming on. Without underwear it could be a messy evening. I grabbed a liner from my drawers and realized Tim had been talking to me.

“…would that work?”

I walked over to the screen, my pants unzipped and pulled open so that he could see my bush and the top of my slit, my attention on putting in the panty liner.

“Oh shit, Julie, that looks so fucking fantastic.”

I widened my legs, bending my knees a little, more for my benefit, but I figured he’d appreciate the gesture, and patted the liner in place before standing back up.

“So, what dya say?”

He was obviously referring to whatever he’d said I hadn’t heard. “I have no idea what you said a minute ago, I was distracted.”

“I was saying we should get together…and I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow night.”

I wasn’t, but I wasn’t ready to commit yet. I had a feeling things were going to get a little out of hand. One thing I was pretty sure about: he was tired keeping his thing in his hand. I smiled at my little joke. “Maybe. Maybe Tim. I gotta go, but I want you to know, I’ve got you on video. Nice hand job. Maybe we can talk about what amateur sites would use it.”

“Hah!” He laughed but I could see a little alarm in his face. “If that’s the way you want to play it, we can play it that way. Sure. Come on over and I can show you a few sites that would use that shit. Save it to a thumb drive if you’re serious.”

“I’ll let you know tomorrow after I get up. See ya!” And I signed off. The last image is still burned in my brain: his cock, at half mast, sticking out of his pubic hair, a little drop of cum stringing down from the hole. Amazing.

* – * – *

I would like to say that I lost my virginity on a romantic date with a really cute guy. That we had been dating for a month or so and that he was gentle, kissing me softly on my face, his hands slowly traveling down my back.

I had played the scene in my head thousands of times, a vibrator on my clit: sitting on a sofa, or even in a car — his hands slipping under my shirt, lifting it up to expose my breasts (no bra for sure). The awkward fumbling of zippers and buttons somehow not getting in the way as he finally had me completely exposed. The lust on his face as he worked his way down my belly, kissing my navel; his tongue darting into it to telegraph his intentions further south.

I can see myself stretched out on that sofa, or lying back in the bucket seat, somehow he could fit between my legs, my hands playing in his hair as he sucked on my pussy, pulling my juices from me. And then the moment of truth, as he rises up to look at me, his face shiny with my liquid, his cock peeking out between my legs.

The slow, gentle approach as his head slides into me, up against my hymen and then *pop* the momentary pain followed by the intensity of being filled and the sharp sting of his flesh rubbing against the fresh wound.

I laugh now at that memory — I had cherished it for so many years, thinking it was the most romantic way to become a woman.

The way it happened was far less poetic, but no less intense.

Saturday morning I woke up late, having partied pretty hard the night before. My folks were already out doing errands, leaving me alone to think about Tim’s invitation. There was no way I was leaving his house that night without him fucking me. I just knew he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Or maybe I was just tired of putting it off. He was everything I wanted — well built, sweet personality, nice cock. Why was I even questioning it?

It was a matter of control and something else — I really wanted something he had, and it wasn’t just his cock. I knew my cherry was worth a lot to guys — not so much to me really, but it seemed so important to some guys — and I thought if I was going to lose it, I should be paid for it. I guess I really have always been a slut…or maybe just a cunning businesswoman.

I spent the morning nude, relishing my freedom in the house. Every time I passed a window, the reflection of my naked bush and breasts sent a jolt up and down my spine. I would stop every once in a while and slowly rub myself, increasing my need. Eating breakfast, I started sketching out some ideas for how to get the most out of Tim. The image of his cum shooting into me came to mind; I shivered a little at the thought of what I was toying with. Before the afternoon was out, I was so horny the thought of his cumming inside me was almost all I could think of.

He called just as I walked into my room from a shower — it was a little weird — two days in a row, but I put the thought out of my head. Standing naked with the phone to my ear, I studied Escort bahçelievler the image of the woman in the mirror. That same feeling of disorientation came back — who was she? It couldn’t have been me. As I talked to him, it was as if I was eavesdropping on somebody else’s conversation.

“I bet you would,” I heard myself say, draping the towel over the chair back. The woman stood in front of the mirror, leaning on one leg, her lean figure accentuating those full breasts. Those couldn’t be mine! I looked down just be certain, seeing the wispy hairs of my bush peeking beyond my nipples.

“That depends, Tim….well, it depends on what I’ll get out of it.” I heard him laugh and make a rude remark. “Very funny. And I know what you’ll get out of it. Another notch on your belt. But it means a lot more to me.” I knew I was going over there. I could feel myself getting wetter at the thought of his cock shoving into me. He was playing with me and I was letting him.

“Seriously? What do I want? Okay. Here’s the deal: I want you to show me the ropes…no you idiot, not show me your ropes…eeewww. Shit. I want to know what you do with those pictures and movies.”

He went silent for a moment, trying to understand what I was asking.

“You want to make movies? Shit, I can show you that.”

He wasn’t getting it. “Not just show me how to make movies — I think I can figure that out,” boy was I wrong on that one, “I’m talking about how you make money off that shit.”

One hand had drifted down to my triangle, the middle finger playing with the wet opening it found there. As he babbled on, I stroked myself lightly, the thought I would be giving it up for some information only adding to my feeling of naughtiness. I was being bad. Really bad and I knew if my folks could hear me, I would be in such shit. My nail grazed my clit shooting lightning bolts into my brain.

“Are you playing with yourself?”

His question caught me by surprise, embarrassing me. How could he have known? Did I moan? “What are you talking about?” The best defense is a good offense.

“You just made a noise, ‘sall. Sounded like you might have been stroking yourself. Were you?”

I laughed and told him to fuck off.

“So, is it a deal? I’ll throw dinner in. We’ll hang out, I’ll show you the way I do things, have a few, and then we’ll fuck like bunnies.”

This was it. The proverbial brass ring. Down to brass tacks. Time to show some brass. My thoughts raced and I saw the mirror-woman retreat, her hands pulling in, her back curling a little. I sat on the bed, breathing softly. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll come by around 6:30.”

“6:30. Why wait? You busy? Come on by as soon as you can.” He didn’t wait for an answer, leaving me protesting softly to a silent line.

“Shit.”

I didn’t put a lot of thought into what I’d wear — it wouldn’t be on me for very long, and I didn’t spend much time with makeup or my hair. It felt a little like an audition, but then, I’d already had my audition and apparently I got the part. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get over there. I didn’t want to take the car, but I wasn’t sure how long I’d be. I could walk or ride my bike — it would take forever and I’d be trapped there. I looked up the bus route checking how late the final bus would pick me up. 1AM.

I decided to ride my bike; either he could drive me home or I’d leave by 1AM. I didn’t think it would go over too well with my father if I stayed the night, but then again, I wasn’t about to tell my parents what I was really doing. I shoved a camera and a notebook in my backpack and quickly made my exit before I could think about any of it too much.

“I’ll be home really late — probably after 1AM. Don’t wait up. I’ll call if I’m not coming home. I’m getting together with some of the guys from work.” They asked a bunch of dumb questions. “Yes, of course I’ll be careful. It’s not too far — I’m riding my bike. I’ll take the bus or have one of ’em drive me home. Okay…love you too!”

I remember trying not to think too hard about what I was about to do. There was no question in my mind that I was going to be a pornographer. I could see the path into the future, almost as clearly as the first vision I’d had the week before. The steps were obvious, the timeline so clear I could almost draw it. I could see how much work there was and it didn’t seem all that difficult. Why should giving up a little bit of skin be so hard?

For the past three years I had thought about this moment, wondering who I’d do it with, what it would be like. I started to work up a sweat, speeding through back streets, feeling my blood pumping, trying to believe my racing heart was from the physical exertion and not the rising anxiety.

* – * – *

“Hey! You made it early!” He opened the door dressed only in his sweatpants, his gorgeous chest and abs greeting me.

I had ridden over during the hottest part of the day. Sweat was beading up on my forehead, my underarms were soaking my t-shirt and I could feel the wetness on my thighs, but whether that was from sweat or arousal I couldn’t tell. I looked down below his waist and thought I could see the head of his cock pushing against the fabric. Or it could have been my imagination. I looked up to see him smiling at me.

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I saw her first when I went to get admission into her class. She was reputed as the best English teacher at the time. I was there all by myself and stood there, watching her. She was sitting in a chair, jotting down names, addresses and marks of the applicants and the fees received in a register. Most others had one or both of their parents with them. I was the only loner. She glanced at me briefly as she kept talking to the other students and their parents. Finally she turned to me and asked, “Yes?”

I had been taken in by her personality. She was graceful in her talk and in her movements. She was not exactly slim, on the other hand she looked a little plump. Her hands were strong, unlike other women of her age I had seen. Oh, talking of age she was quite mature, around forty would be my guess. An oval and stern face looked pretty on her. Her short length hair fell to her broad shoulders. In a way she was more masculine than feminine, though she still had a special charm around her.

I gave my details and money and waited till she jotted down the details in her register, in a small and neat handwriting. Her face had softened up as she talked to me, and I thought she looked pretty. I left her place, thinking of her. Being seventeen, I had started romancing about a few girls in my school and sometimes a pretty lady that walked by. I had no idea about sex, but I yearned for a touch, a caress of a female hand, was excited if I caused some girl to smile, watched the girls secretly and admired their feminine ways.

It was important for me to polish up my English if I were to have any realistic hope of landing a job. I would soon be starting college and once out I would need to have a job in hand. It would be wise to invest in the education early on. The classes started a month later, held every morning at 6am for an hour a day.

I sat in the back row, but Jaya madam, the teacher, soon made me sit in the front row. It was an experience I could not easily forget. Sitting so close to her, I could smell the fragrance of her body. Every morning as we arrived one after another, she would be sitting in her usual chair, a whiteboard near at hand, waiting for us. As we took our places she would then start the lesson by first revising whatever had been taught in the last lesson and then starting onto a new topic. Every week there was a test, written and oral. The routine was soon turning hectic, as we had to do a lot of homework each day. The only respite was her.

As I sat in the front row each morning, I could observe her much closely. She would be bathed and dressed, ready for the class every day. Her hair neatly parted and combed, and most of the days she wore a saree and a blouse. The blouse showed off part of her neck and shoulders and sometimes I could get a glimpse of her tummy from behind the pallu of her saree. It was an enchating experience to see her, watch her, smell her so much up close. I desperately wished to see her hips. I wished to see them sway as she walked, watch the round, fleshy buttocks swing about with each step of hers. But unfortunately she would be in her seat well before we all arrived and would stay there, as if she didn’t want to show them off to us. It wasn’t long before she took the centre stage in my romantic fantasies.

Days passed, school started and the daily routine became even more hectic. Soon the class timings changed to week-ends. Instead of an hour a day, we now assembled on each Saturday and Sunday mornings from 6am to 9am. I was sad for not having a chance to see Jaya madam every day, but had some compensation in that I could watch her now for more time.

Soon about six months passed and the school midterm exams loomed nearer. I was feeling a little nervous and requested the teacher to help me out. I had some problem in understanding the grammar, specially the different tenses. She asked me to come in one afternoon.

I arrived at her door at about half past three. Feeling a little anxious, as I would be alone with her today, I was shaking a little. I raised my hand to ring the bell, but then decided not to. I tried the door and to my surprise it opened slowly. Was it left open on purpose or by oversight? I pushed it open and entered, quietly closing it behind me. Then I looked around.

She had been sitting in her usual chair. But she wasn’t awake. Whether she had been waiting for me a long time or not, she must have fallen asleep in the chair, having forgotten to lock the door. I stood there, admiring the sleeping beauty. Her head lolled to the right and the mass of her dark hair covered her shoulder, leaving the left one bare. Most amazingly, the pallu of her saree had fallen off her left shoulder, leaving her chest partially exposed. I could now see the white chest bare and could make out the start of her breasts through the neck of the blouse. I wish she wore a lower cut blouse, but she didn’t. I had an urge to move closer and do something, like maybe touch her or even kiss her. I even took Bakırköy escort a step towards her, but the movement probably brought her to. She opened her eyes, startled, and quickly adjusted her clothes and regained her composure. She must have noticed me looking at her with more than just respect for a teacher. But she didn’t say anything. Instead she started off with the tuition, taking my mind away for the moment.

I reached home that day, the lesson slowly drifting out of my mind and her half-bare top drifting in. It hadn’t been much, but then I hadn’t seen so much female flesh yet. No wonder I was amazed.

The exams were soon over and so were my special tuitions. However during those interactions, she had noticed I had something more for her. While she didn’t encourage it, she seemed a little surprised and even a little happy to receive some attention from a young boy.

The final exams concluded, the teacher had announced a special prize for the student who scored the highest in English. Nobody knew what the prize was, but I was sure everyone would try to win it. She was stern, but also very helpful and was most everyone’s favourite. Even I was eager to see who would win and what the prize would be, wishing I could hope to win it. The results were out after a month and we all met together for one last farewell at her residence, in our former classroom. I was dazed, holding the marksheet in my hands and staring at the magic figure under the English subject: 98/100. To have scored such good marks was like a dream come true. As we all gathered together, there was another surprise in store for me. I was the highest scorer! The nearest anyone had scored was 95/100. I was thrilled beyond comparison and for a few moments was completely oblivious to the din of the other students around me.

She was sitting as usual in her chair, a smile on her otherwise straight face, as she looked at all her students, a kind of proud, patronizing gaze. She deserved to feel proud, after all. Most of her students had excelled in English, as was the tradition every year. Soon the noises died down in anxiety over what the prize would be. But first there was to be something else. A farewell of sorts. The table near her was full of dishes with light snacks and a small glass of sherbat. Everyone helped himself/herself with the same and soon the talk was on what each would be doing now that school was over. After the eating and drinking subsided, she made a little speech, stressing all that she had taught us throughout the year, not just about English but about good behaviour, honesty and hardwork. There were a couple from the students too who read out small pieces from paper. The room was suddenly quiet, we wouldn’t be seeing each other every day, some of us would probably never meet each other again. But then the gloom didn’t last long, as she fished out a small basket from under the table.

“Here’s the prize for the highest scorer! I have written four different things on four different pieces of paper. The student who has scored the highest marks in English will come forward and pick a piece of paper. He or she will get whatever is written on it.” She announced as everybody listened with attention. “So who is the winner?” she asked.

I don’t know till date what drove me to do it, but I raised my hand to ask a question: “Wouldn’t it be good if the winner got a wish of his choosing?”

She appeared confused. Surely it wasn’t expected. “How do you mean?” She asked. Well, the trouble was I didn’t know how. But a thought quickly came to mind.

“How about we let the winner place four wishes in the chits, and you choose one of them?” I asked. It was probably a ridiculous idea. Others had started laughing quietly at the notion of this. But she thought it wonderful. “That’s wonderful. Why not?” She threw away the paper chits in the basket and brought out a blank paper and pen from one of the drawers of the table. “So let the winner step forward!” she announced again. I walked up to her. She was surprised to see it was me who had scored the highest, and smiled in comprehension at the little trick I had played on her. I took the paper and tore it into four pieces. Then I wrote on each of the pieces and folded the four chits, before dropping them into the basket. I was smiling too. But she couldn’t refuse now. She held the basket in front of the gathering and instead of picking one herself, asked another student to come forward and pick one for her.

As the student picked out a chit and handed it over, she set the basket down on the table and opened the chit in her hand. As she read it her face flushed, but admirably she regained her composure instantly. Smiling to the students she read out loudly: “Evening coffee with my teacher!”. As the students cheered, she fixed her gaze on my face. I turned my face away. I was afraid she would refuse, or scold me. But she didn’t.

Slowly the crowd began dispersing. We exchanged contact numbers, Bakırköy escort bayan addresses and notes on what to do next. As students filed out one by one, I moved away from the dispersing group and towards the centre of the room. She was still in the chair, watching with a heavy mind as the students walked out. She beckoned me and I went near her chair.

“So smartie, when do you want to have the evening coffee?” She asked. I noted a different tone. It was not what I had expected. It was a touch of sadness. As if my prank had hurt her somewhere deep down. I was sorry, but at the same time I didn’t want to lose my chance. I proposed a day next week. She nodded.

The week went by very slowly. Perhaps because I wanted it to pass quickly. It was painful. Each day I woke up, wishing the classes would continue and I could meet my teacher every day. Alas, it was a long wait till the Thursday when I had fixed up a ‘date’ with her.

The day finally came. All day I was distracted by the thought of meeting her. As I reached her, several thoughts crossed my mind, the most irritating one being that she had some guests who would be butting in onto my wish. I rang the bell and crossed my fingers in eager anticipation of what would happen next.

“Come in!” Her voice answered the bell. I pushed the door. It was not locked. I came in and closed it behind me. She was alone and I didn’t want anyone butting in on us.

She sat in her usual chair, the table set with coffee and a disk full of cookies. I went to the table and took the chair near her. It should have been fantastic but I was feeling a little awkward. She poured coffee in my cup first, and then in hers. I sat watching her. Her face was expressionless, which I didn’t like. Yes, she didn’t look angry, which could be called a plus. But now she looked much removed from what was going on. I wished she would show some emotion, even anger. But she sat there, stone faced.

I sipped the coffee, it was really nice in taste. Not too hot, a pleasant aroma warming up my nostrils. She was staring at me.

“So, got your wish?” She asked.

I looked up from the mug to her. I wanted to tell her what I really desired, but couldn’t. She must have sensed something as I didn’t reply.

“Do you have something on your mind?” She asked. I wanted to say ‘Yes’ and then open up my heart to her. But somehow I was tongue-tied. I had realized that this wish of mine was probably the worst I could do to her. A very bad idea. So I started staring at my mug again.

She did something completely unexpected. Extending her hand forward she placed it on mine, though very briefly. Then she said,

“I have a feeling this wasn’t what you really had in mind. Did you actually want something else?”

I sat there, thinking. Finally I gathered the courage and nodded.

She waited, as if she wanted me to say something. Finally she spoke.

“Do you want to tell me what it is?”

“I don’t know…” I muttered.

“Are you afraid I shall get angry?”

I nodded, this time looking at her face. She sighed. A knowing look flashed in her eyes, though briefly.

“What if I say that I want to know what it is, and I promise not to get mad?”

I was surprised. Was it possible she actually wanted to know? I wondered why she was being so accomodating.

“Your wish was to spend an evening with me, and I granted it. So if there’s anything else you want, why not go ahead and say it?”

It became very tempting for me. But before I could speak, she had another surprise up her sleeve.

“After you all left that day, I opened the other three chits. You had written the same wish on all four of them. So I am curious too as to why a fine young man would want to spend an evening with someone like me so badly.”

“Someone like you?” I blurted out. “You are the most fascinating woman I have seen yet. Since the first day I came here, you have fascinated me. I love the way you talk, the way you look. I love your hair, your face, your hands, your legs! All I want is to make you happy in whichever way I can!”

I didn’t quite realize I had spoken so much so rapidly. I suddenly felt like an idiot. I had blown it. instead of spilling it all out like this, I should have tried some tact, gradually broaching the subject. But it was not to be so. Well, the words had been spoken, and I could not take them back now.

Surprisingly she kept her cool, watching my face to see if I was merely pulling her leg or if I was serious. I was serious. She set her mug of coffee down on the table.

“How do you plan to make me happy?” She asked.

To be honest I had some idea but now suddenly I didn’t want to do it. I liked her very much and didn’t want to hurt her or offend her. I had fantasized about being with her, but when the opportunity now presented itself, I found I was hesitant to take the next step.

“Come here.” She said. I thought I was dreaming. I looked escort Bakırköy at her face. She was calm. After a few moments I placed my coffee down and stood up. Nervously I took the two steps which brought me close to her. Sitting in her chair, she looked up at my face.

“I think I know what you want to do, and for this one time I shall grant you your wish. I am going to close my eyes for two minutes. These two minutes are yours. Whatever you do in these two minutes, I promise I won’t be mad or angry with you. But remember: only two minutes!” And she then actually closed her eyes.

–

It was a wonderful feeling as I delicately lifted off the pallu of her saree from her left shoulder and let it fall in her lap. I was happy to see her blouse buttoned up front. I undid them all one after another, my hands trembling. My fingers brushed against the flesh of her chest and I had a funny sensation. As her blouse parted I saw the black bra she wore underneath. Two firm and round breasts heaved up and down under the cups. I could see their white flesh through the fabric. The nipples had already turned erect and were pressing hard against the fabric. As I bent my head down she opened her eyes.

She must have sensed what I was doing. However she hadn’t tried to stop me, true to her promise. As she gently started doing her blouse, I knew I couldn’t get lucky here, at least not this time. She even smiled mischievously, the first smile of the evening.

“Oh young man, you seem to be out of luck,” she said as she placed the pallu back on her shoulder, covering her full, erect breasts. “You need practice.”

This last line emboldened me. “Did you like it, ma’am?” I asked. She didn’t reply. But I pressed hard.

“Look, I played your game for two minutes. So don’t expect anything more now!” she finally replied. But she wasn’t angry. And that’s when I decided to push my luck further. It was a gamble, but I now thought the odds were in my favour.

“Can I ask for one more thing?” I asked her. She was now staring at me.

“Young man, you are pushing your luck. Mind you, no funny business. I am not tolerating another secret desire.”

“Oh, it’s not much. I promise it’s quite harmless: for you at least.”

She was still suspicious. I assured her once more I would not be touching her and she would not find herself sans any clothing. Finally she relented.

“Ok, but remember just this once. You have really been naughty, but I have been fond of you so I shall allow this one more wish. Now out with it! What do you want?”

“Well, it’s nothing, actually. Just fetch me some biscuits to have with the tea!” I said, nodding in the direction of the tea kettle on the table.

She suddenly became quiet. The change was surprising. I knew the request was really pretty harmless for her. All I wanted as a parting wish was the sight of her round, heavy buttocks swinging as she walked, the final part of her beautiful body that I desired to see. I had seen pretty much everything else and knew I couldn’t get anything more than just a look.

But she didn’t move. I was eagerly waiting for her to get up and show me the goods. When she looked at me. I could see she was not alright. There was a tear or two in her eyes. I was surprised. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well, or maybe I had hurt her. Yes, that was more likely. But I also wanted to see those sturdy, round buttocks!

“What do you really want?”, she asked me all of a sudden.

“I told you I just wanted …”

“Oh, don’t lie! You know and I know you really don’t want those goddamned biscuits! Please tell me what you really want.” She snapped at me. However her anger didn’t look aimed at me. I tried to bluff my way around but then she was no fool.

“I shall tell you, provided you won’t get mad,” I finally relented.

“Oh, you and your perverted ways! Alright, spit it out please!” She cried out.

“there’s just one small thing. And it is that I want to see you walk.” I started speaking, with one eye to the earth and the other at her face. “Pardon me for saying this, but I wanted to see your lovely buttocks swinging as you walk.” I wanted to mix some flattery into my request too. Always helps!

But the result was unexpected. She kept staring at me, and I could see her eyes well up with tears. For a few minutes neither spoke as she fought back her tears while I was busy trying to figure out what was it that pained her so much. After mopping the tears she finally spoke. Her voice hoarse and face drawn she said,

“I know you won’t miss this chance of knowing your teacher more, though I don’t know if you will like it. I guess the only option for me is to satisfy your desire.” Ominous words, them!

As soon as she finished talking she heaved her body forward on the chair, using both her arms, and with an expert motion she carried it off the chair and onto the floor. I was dumbstruck! What was going on?

She then raised her torso up by placing her hands in front of her and resting on them, while pulling both her knees ahead. And then she started crawling ahead on her hands and knees. Something was wrong, very wrong! I rushed ahead behind her. Even in the whole confusion I remember her buttocks swung about as she pulled her legs ahead.

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