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In dem Vorbereitungen getroffen werden

Felix hatte nach seiner Rückkehr tatsächlich zunächst seinen Herrn Elias ins Bild gesetzt, der auch so reagiert hatte wie erhofft. Elias hatte sich zu ihm heruntergebeugt und ihn lange und intensiv geküsst, dann nur gesagt:

“Damit dürfen wir nicht warten, das muss Niklas gleich erfahren, los gehts.”

Jetzt kniete Felix in Meister Niklas Zimmer neben dem Bett, auf dem sein Herr saß. Ihnen gegenüber saß Meister Niklas an seinem Schreibtisch und hielt den ungeöffneten Brief in Händen. Felix hatte den Verlauf seiner Unterhaltung berichtet und Meister Niklas hatte schweigend zugehört, danach noch eine ganze Zeit geschwiegen. Jetzt sagte er zu Felix gewandt:

“Schwester Barbara… groß, dunkle Haare, Pferdeschwanz, rote Brille? Wenn sie leise ‘Achtung’ sagt, steht man automatisch stramm?”

“Ja, Meister Niklas, das beschreibt sie treffend.”

“Sie war mir auch schon aufgefallen. Felix, dreh mal außen an der Tür den Zeiger auf halb sechs, dann nimmst Du die Arme runter und setzt Dich neben Elias. Das hier wird länger dauern.”

Die Sache mit dem Zeiger hatte folgende Bewandtnis: Außen an der Tür zu Meister Niklas Zimmer hing eine Art Zifferblatt mit einem einzelnen Zeiger. Er zeigte an, wie beschäftigt der Meister war. Je weiter nach unten der Zeiger wies, desto wichtiger hatte besser das Anliegen zu sein, mit dem man zu ihm kam.

Stören durfte man ihn immer, das stand auf einem Schild unter dem Zifferblatt. Nur zwölf Uhr hieß: keiner da. Aber dafür gab es die zweite Hälfte des Zifferblattes: An Stelle der Zahlen sieben bis elf waren hier die üblichen Orte auf dem Hof verzeichnet, an denen Meister Niklas gewöhnlich anzutreffen war. Außerdem hatte jeder von ihnen ein eigenes Klopfzeichen, sodass Meister Niklas sofort wusste, wer draußen stand.

Meister Niklas wartete, bis Felix neben Meister Elias auf der Bettkante saß. Felix kannte ihn inzwischen gut genug um zu wissen, dass er sich so die Zeit verschafft hatte, seine Gedanken zu sortieren und Entscheidungen zu treffen.

“Erst mal vorneweg: Felix, ich werde Dich zu ihr zurückschicken mit einer Antwort. Ich spiele das Spiel mit, es gefällt mir sogar. Allerdings — ohne Deine Intelligenz beleidigen zu wollen, Felix, aber ich sag es lieber deutlich: Was hier gesagt wird, bleibt prinzipiell unter uns. Ich werde Dir am Schluss genau auftragen, was Deine Botschaft ist, und die gibst Du weiter, klar?”

“Verstanden, Meister Niklas.”

Wenn Meister Niklas so in Gedanken war, antwortete man besser kurz und präzise, auch wenn er sonst Wert auf vollständige Sätze legte. Er schien zufrieden mit der Antwort und dünyanın en güvenilir bahis siteleri fuhr fort:

“Was das Anliegen angeht, da habe ich mir im Moment noch keine feste Meinung gebildet. Ich gebe euch mal die Argumente Pro und Contra, die mir bis jetzt eingefallen sind und ihr spitzt die Ohren und sagt mir hinterher, ob ich was vergessen habe. Außerdem kündige ich schon mal an, dass ich zum Schluss gerne offen und ehrlich eure Meinungen dazu hören möchte. Deine auch, Felix.”

Elias rechte Augenbraue war während dieser Rede immer höher geklettert, Felix hatte es aus dem Augenwinkel beobachten können. Auch Meister Niklas war es nicht entgangen:

“Keine Sorge Elias, ich werde nicht weich. Jedenfalls nicht allzu sehr. Aber…”

Hier hielt Meister Niklas kurz inne bevor er fortfuhr.

“… ich hätte Fabi fast verloren, und wenn ich völlig ehrlich bin muss ich schon wegen ihm einfach etwas ändern. Wenn ich mit ihm alleine wäre, würde es wohl gehen, aber so muss er in Gedanken jedes Mal für alle mitleiden und das macht ihn kaputt. Diese Schwester Barbara könnte eventuell — eventuell — ein Weg aus dem Dilemma sein, und das würde alleine schon fast reichen, dass man sagt, lass es uns versuchen. Aber sie wird die Dynamik unserer Gruppe verändern und das könnte vor allen Dingen Dich betreffen, Elias. Deswegen hast Du Mitspracherecht. Felix hat sie angeschleppt, außerdem ist er derjenige, der bis jetzt die meiste Erfahrung mit ihr hat, deswegen ist mir seine Meinung wichtig.”

“Dann bist Du mir hoffentlich nicht böse, wenn ich Dir meine Meinung gleich sage…”

Elias hasst langes Gequatsche fast mehr als alles andere auf der Welt, dachte Felix amüsiert. Und ich liebe ihn dafür.

“… und zwar dass wir es auf jeden Fall mit ihr versuchen sollten, ganz gleich wie die Argumente ausfallen. Ich habe sie auch einmal getroffen, da kam ich in Fabians Zimmer, während sie bei ihm war. Ich glaube, sie wird sich richtig gut um ihn kümmern. Und um mich musst Du Dir wirklich keine Sorgen machen, ebenso wenig um Felix.”

“Nee, ist schon klar. Da kommen ein paar hübsche Füße angelaufen, da seid ihr zwei Perversen gleich hin und weg…”

Meister Niklas grinste allerdings so breit dabei, dass man ihm für den Spruch nicht böse sein konnte. Felix wurde den Verdacht nicht los, dass dies der von Meister Niklas beabsichtigte Gesprächsverlauf war, während er vorher schon die Entscheidung getroffen hatte. Was allerdings die hübschen Füße anging, war Felix sich fast schon sicher, dass es noch viel schlimmer war als Meister Niklas glaubte — oder schöner, je nach Standpunkt: Vielleicht yabancı bahis siteleri würden sie demnächst drei Perverse sein…

Wie Felix es nicht anders von ihm gewohnt war, hatte Meister Niklas aber ein gutes Gedächtnis und eiserne Selbstbeherrschung:

“Ich würde trotzdem gerne erst Deine Meinung zu ihr hören, Felix.”

“Wie Ihr wünscht, Meister Niklas. Ich hatte den Eindruck, dass sie zum einen wirklich interessiert daran ist, zumindest zu sehen, wie wir hier leben. Und dass sie zum anderen unbedingt dafür sorgen möchte, dass es Meister Fabian gut geht. Beides spricht für sie, Meister Niklas. Aber: Sie hat mich mühelos um den Finger gewickelt. Auch wenn das nicht schwierig ist, habt Ihr natürlich vollkommen recht, dass sie die Dynamik verändern wird. Ich mache mir dabei allerdings weniger Sorgen um meinen Herrn, Meister Niklas.”

“Du meinst, dass sie mich manipulieren und aus der Sub-Position führen könnte, so wie Du das tust? Schon gut, ich nehme es Dir nicht übel. Was Deine Bedenken angeht: Das hatte ich auch so eingeschätzt. Ein Machtkampf wäre nicht gut, wenn das Dein Punkt war, gebe ich Dir recht. Aber da bin ich ja auch noch bei.”

Autsch, das war unfair von Meister Niklas, wenn auch nicht vollkommen unzutreffend, dachte Felix bei sich. Richtige Sorgen musste er sich wohl nicht machen, Schwester Barbara hatte genügend Respekt vor Meister Niklas, und den hatte sie zu Recht.

“Dann ist es also entschieden. Wir probieren es mit ihr. Damit sie uns nicht gleich wieder stiften geht, machen wir vorher schon ein Zimmer für sie fertig, sie wird sicher über Nacht bleiben wollen. Elias, die große Abstellkammer neben Deinem Zimmer müsste geeignet sein.”

Nicken.

“Felix, Du räumst morgen mit Julian die Bude auf und machst sauber.”

“Halt, Kommando zurück! Julian hat vorgestern Widerworte gegeben und jetzt Samenstau. Da bekommst Du zu viel Haue, wenn Du ihn nur damit belohnen darfst. Nicht dass ich Dir die Schläge nicht gönnen würde, aber wie sieht das aus, wenn mein Botschafter mit blutigen Striemen auftritt, da wirken wir ja wie die Hunnen. Ich gebe Dir Leon mit, erinnere mich morgen früh daran. So, und jetzt weißt Du auch, wie diplomatische Immunität funktioniert.”

Als sie später am Abend zurück auf Elias Zimmer kamen, ließ Elias ihn mit dem Rücken zum Bett vor diesem knien und setzte sich dann hinter ihm auf die Bettkante. Er begann damit, Felix muskulösen Rücken, die Achselhöhlen und die Oberarme sanft zu streicheln und leicht zu kneten, dann rutschte er noch ein wenig nach vorne, sodass er bequem um Felix Oberkörper herumgreifen konnte.

Seine Füße hatte er links und illegal bahis siteleri rechts neben die Knie seines Jungen gestellt, der sie so betrachten konnte. Er ließ seine Hände über Hals, Schlüsselbein und die Brustmuskeln wandern, während er gleichzeitig begann, den Rücken mit seinen Lippen zu bearbeiten. Plötzlich legte Elias seinen Mund an Felix Ohr und flüsterte:

“Hast Du den Anblick genossen?”

“Ja, Herr, das habe ich.”

“Denkst Du an Barbara? Sag ruhig, ich bin nicht böse.”

“Ja…”

“Denkst Du daran, was sie mit Dir machen wird?”

“Jaa…”

“Denkst Du daran, was wir zu zweit mit Dir machen werden?”

“Jaaaaa…”

Jetzt waren Elias Hände auf den Hüften angelangt. Er ließ seine Finger zu beiden Seiten die Leisten hinuntergleiten, wobei die Daumen sich oberhalb der Scham trafen. Felix Körper versteifte sich merklich, also ließ Elias mit einer Hand los, fuhr von hinten zwischen die Beine und griff dort den Strick — Felix Strick — dessen Schlaufe er schön eng gezogen hatte. Er zog den Strick nach hinten oben in die Pofalte und dann über den Rücken, schließlich einmal um den Hals seines Jungen. Gleichzeitig hatte er mit der anderen Hand den prallen Hodensack gegriffen und knetete ihn ganz leicht.

Felix stöhnte deutlich und musste schlucken, als der Strick um seinen Hals gelegt wurde. Elias war aber noch nicht fertig. Er ließ die Hoden seines Jungen los und fasste stattdessen seine Schulter, um ihn zu stabilisieren, dann hob er mit der anderen Hand Felix Schienbeine an. Der hatte schnell begriffen, was von ihm erwartet wurde.

Wenn er die Füße anzog, konnte er die Waden über die Bettkante heben, mit gestreckten Füßen ging es aber nicht zurück, sodass seine Füße zwar nicht auf dem Bett lagen, aber seitlich daran, und seine Zehen über die Bettkante herausragten. Auf diese setzte sich Elias jetzt mit gespreizten Beinen, sodass Felix an seinen Füßen den weichen Hodensack seines Herrn spüren konnte.

Jetzt zog Elias mit einer Hand den Strick um Felix Hals fest, der gleichzeitig auch weiter unten an mehreren Stellen Zug ausübte, umfasste mit Daumen und Zeigefinger den Schaft von Felix Penis und zog langsam, aber unerbittlich die Vorhaut zurück. Dann begann er mit ganz langsamen Auf- und Abbewegungen, bis Felix sich nicht mehr in der knienden Position halten konnte. Das dauerte für Felix eine halbe Ewigkeit. Er hätte gerne den Rücken rund gemacht, konnte aber nicht, weil dadurch Zug auf den Strick kam, der ihn würgte und gleichzeitig an seinen empfindlichsten Teilen zog.

Endlich durfte er sich auf den Rücken quer auf das Bett legen, seine Füße noch auf dem Boden. Elias setzte sich neben ihn und hatte zunächst beide Beine quer über Felix Körper, aber schnell fand er mit einem Fuß Felix Mund, sodass dieser den Fuß seines Herrn mit Lippen und Zunge liebkosen durfte. Schließlich hatte Elias ein Einsehen und ließ Felix mit seiner Hand zu einem herrlichen Orgasmus kommen.

In dieser Nacht schlief Felix nicht auf seiner Matte.

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Teil 5 einer mehrteiligen Geschichte. Um den Zusammenhang besser zu verstehen, empfiehlt es sich die vorherigen Teile der Geschichte zu lesen.

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Marie durchlebte eine unruhige Nacht. Noch immer verspürte sie auf der einen Seite unheimliche Lust und Begierde, zum anderen war sie von den Strapazen völlig k. o. Und so wurde Marie von einem Rumpeln an der Türe geweckt. Es waren die beiden Männer, die sie mit einem süffisanten „Guten Morgen kleines Biest!” weckten.

Marie bekam gerade so die Augen auf und erspähte die beiden Kerle, die schon strammen Schrittes auf sie zukamen. Sie halfen ihr aus dem Bett und stellten Marie auf. Noch immer zitterten ihre Beine und sie konnte kaum stehen.

Einer der beiden Kerle öffnete die metallenen Tittenschalen und befreite ihre Möpse aus dem nächtlichen Gefängnis. Danach war wieder der Keuschheitsgürtel mit dem metallenen Apfel dran, der in ihrer Scheide steckte. Sie muckste kurz, als der Mann den Gürtel öffnete und den Apfel mit einem unsanften Ploppen herauszog.

Marie bibberte und stand nun noch mit den Hand- und Fußfesseln vor den beiden Männern. Sie wusste nicht, was sie heute erwarten würde. Aber eines Stellte sie schnell fest. Einer der beiden legte ihr rasch die Kette an ihr Halsband an und zog sie Richtung Tür. Der zweite Mann stützte sie ein wenig beim Laufen.

Nach einigen Schritten kam das Dreiergespann an einem weiteren Raum an, den Marie noch nicht kannte. Es waren überall Kacheln an den Wänden und am Boden und ein Ablauf im Boden. Sie wurde in die Mitte des Raumes geführt und über dem Ablauf positioniert. Dann ließ sie sich die Kette der Handfesseln entfernen, sodass nur noch die Manschetten an ihren Handgelenken blieben. Marie ließ alles mit sich machen. Sie war viel zu k. o. um sich zu währen. So bekam sie mit, dass ihre Hände an zwei Seilen in Richtung Decke gebunden wurden. Ihre Arme streckte sie nun leicht nach links und rechts von sich weg. Eigentlich eine entspannte Haltung.

Nun wurde ihr Halsband und die Fußmanschetten entfernt. Sie stand nun nackt, nur mit den Manschetten an ihren Handgelenken, in der Mitte des Raumes und wartete, was nun mit ihr geschehen mag.

Plötzlich war Marie hellwach! Ein Wasserstrahl aus einem Schlauch traf sie unvermittelt. Das Wasser war eiskalt und ließ sie schnappatmen. Die beiden Männer hatten offenbar Freude daran, Marie mit dem Schlauch von oben bis unten abzuspritzen. Sie hielten auf ihre Titten, sodass sich die Brustwarzen bahis sitesi erregt aufstellten. Sie spritzten auf ihre Fotze, die das kühle Nass mit Freuden aufnahm. Sie spritzten in ihr Gesicht, sodass sie kurz keine Luft bekam. Dann stellten sie den Schlauch ab und kamen mit einem Schwamm, einem Waschlappen und einer Tube Duschgel auf sie zu.

Die vier Hände berührten Marie an jeder Stelle ihres Körpers. Sie seiften sie überall ein. Ihre Brüste wurden beim Einseifen von zwei starken Händen durchgeknetet. Ihre Brustwarten gezwirbelt und zusammengedrückt. Erst ein, dann zwei Finger fuhren durch ihre Spalte, die nicht nur vom Wasser schon wieder feucht war. Trotz dieser Auslieferung gefiel es Marie auch, wie mit ihr umgegangen wurde. Ihre Brüste sehnten sich nach den festen Händen und den Fingern in ihrer Lustgrotte. Sie stöhnte auf und seufzte schmachtvoll die beiden Kerle an. Doch Kommen ließen die beiden Männer sie nicht.

Nachdem Marie komplett eingeseift war, stellten sie den Schlauch wieder an und spritzten das Duschgel von Maries Körper. Wieder bekam sie kurzzeitig keine Luft, als das Wasser in ihr Gesicht spritzte. Nun bekam sie die Hände wieder auf dem Rücken gefesselt und das Halsband mit der Kette angelegt. Damit führten Sie Marie aus dem gekachelten Raum und gingen mit ihr den Gang hinunter.

Sie wurde wieder in den Verhörraum geführt. Natürlich wurden ihre Hände wieder gen Decke gebunden. Das Halsband wurde ihr abgenommen. So stand Marie nun da, die Hände an den herabhängenden Metallketten gefesselt. Ihr Körper war von der morgendlichen Wäsche noch komplett nass. Dann öffnete sich nach kurzer Zeit die Türe und Schwester Sibylle trat ein.

Diesmal schob sie einen kleinen Wagen vor sich her. Marie erkannte nicht genau, was darauf stand. Sie sah nur einen Kasten mit einem Stecker, den Sibylle in eine Steckdose steckte. Den Wagen postierte Sibylle hinter Marie. Erst als die, diesmal in einem kompletten Latexbody mit Korsage, verhüllte Lady vor sie trat und ein eine Art Krokodilklemme in den Händen hielt, ahnte Marie noch nicht, was ich bevorstand. Sie musterte Schwester Sibylle und blieb mit ihren Augen über der Korsage hängen. Sibylles feste, große Brüste waren gut vom Latex abgezeichnet zu sehen. Ihre Brustwarzen schienen erigiert zu sein. das erkannte Marie deshalb, weil die Korsage unter dem Brustansatz aufhörte und die Prachtmöpse der strengen Dame sehr gut zur Geltung brachte.

„Guten Morgen Marie. Heute wollen wir dir mal ein paar Denkimpulse dünyanın en iyi bahis siteleri verabreichen. Schau hier! Mit diesen Elektroden und Klemmen werde ich dich nun verkabeln und dir dann kleine Stromstöße verabreichen. Je nachdem, ob du keusche oder versaute Gedanken hast, werde ich den Strom niedriger oder höher drehen.” Sie schmunzelte süffisant.

„A…aber das können Sie doch nicht tun!” Bettelte Marie sie an. „Oh doch, mein Schätzchen. Das kann und werde ich. Wir werden dich schon auf den keuschen Weg der Tugend zurückführen. Mach dir keine Sorgen.” Mit diesen Worten legte Sibylle Marie verschiedene Elektroden und Klemmen an. An ihren Pobacken wurden vier Elektroden verklebt, zwei an ihre Innenschenkel. An den Brustwarzen bekam Marie jeweils eine Klemme gesetzt und an den Brüsten jeweils zwei kleine Elektroden. Auch ihre Schamlippen wurden nicht verschont. An jeder wurde eine große Klemme gesetzt. Dafür massierte die Schwester leicht Maries Fotze und griff sich dann das Stück Fleisch.

Sibylle ging um Marie herum und schaltete das kleine Kästchen an. Sie drehte an einem Regler und drückte dann einen Knopf. „Aaahhhhhhhhh”, entwich es Marie. Der erste Stromstoß wurde durch ihren Körper geleitet. Es schienen die Elektroden der Brüste zu sein, denn diese krampften sich zusammen und entspannten sich wieder. Danach zog es ihr durch die Nippel und zeitgleich krochen Impulse durch ihre Schamlippen empor. Marie keuchte. „Bitte! Hören Sie auf! Das ist sehr unangenehm”, flehte Marie.

„Ach Marie, es funktioniert alles einwandfrei. Dein Körper ist noch so schön feucht. Das leitet den Strom wunderbar. Genieß es”, Sibylle zwinkerte und drehte die Stromstärke höher. Abwechselnd zuckten nun Maries Euter. Ihre Nippel standen hart hervor und schmerzten. Gleichzeitig durchströmten Reize ihre Schenkel, sodass sie kaum stehen konnte. An ihren Schamlippen reizten die beiden Elektroden ihre Grotte.

Nachdem einige Stromstöße ihren Körper durchflutet hatten, tätschelte Schwester Sibylle ihre Wange. „Braves Mädchen, lass deinen Gedanken freien Lauf. Dann wird dich der Dämon bald verlassen.” Marie bekam kein Wort heraus. Die Stromtortur machte sie fertig. Zudem hatte sie Durst und schon Stunden nichts mehr Festes in den Magen bekommen. Doch nach Essen war ihr gerade eh nicht. Sie wunderte sich, als die Latexlady die beiden Elektroden von den Schamlippen nahm. Stattdessen spürte Marie plötzlich, wie etwas in ihre Scheide eingeführt wurde! Es war kalt.

Es kaçak siteleri war ein Metalldildo! Erschrocken von der Kälte, die nun in ihrer warmen Grotte ruhte, konnte es Marie erspähen. Ein Kabel führte vom Dildo in Richtung des Kästchens. Doch nicht nur das brachte sie aus der Fassung. Plötzlich war Sibylles Gesicht ganz nah vor ihrem. Ihre Zunge drang in Maries Mund ein und liebkoste die ihrige. Im gleichen Moment — ZACK — durchzog Maries Fotze ein Stromstoß! Sibylle betätigte eine Fernbedienung, mit der sie nun die zuvor eingestellte Stromstärke ein- oder ausschalten konnte. Der Metalldildo brachte Maries Lustgrotte zum Beben.

Es war nicht mehr nur ihr Körper, der feucht war. Ihre Schamlippen waren prall vor Erregung und die Feuchtigkeit triefte aus Maries Spalte. Die Zunge verließ Maries Mund und schritt in Form von Schwester Sibylle wieder zu dem Kästchen. Plötzlich kribbelte Maries Fotze. Ein leichter Strom durchfloss den Metalldildo und leitete das Prickeln in Maries Liebeskanal. Gleichzeitig begannen die metallischen Klemmen an ihren Nippeln diese mit einem leichten Strom zu liebkosen und die Elektroden an ihren Brüsten gaben Impulse von sich.

Und da war sie wieder. Schwester Sibylle stellte sich wieder direkt vor Marie und küsste sie innig. Ihre Zungen trafen sich und gierten einander. So ging es eine ganze Weile, bis die Elektrostimulanz in Kombination mit der Liebkosung der Zungen ein Stöhnen in Marie hervorbrachte. Erst entwich ihr ein leises Stöhnen. Dann wurde es immer deutlicher und erregter. Schwester Sibylle drückte einen weiteren Knopf und verabreichte Marie damit einen stärkeren Stromstoß. Das ließ sie nur noch mehr aufstöhnen und nach Sibylles Zunge suchen.

Maries Nippel schmerzten vor Erregung. Der Strom durchfloss sie und ihre eigene Geilheit ließ sie noch ein paar Millimeter mehr hervorstehen. Die Fotze lechzte und triefte unter dem angenehmen Martyrium des Dildos, der fest verankert in Marie seinen Platz gefunden hatte. Und da kam Sibylles Zunge. Sie drang zur rechten Zeit in Maries Mund ein, um das nächste, laute Stöhnen zu unterbinden. Die beiden Frauen küssten sich erneut innig. Und plötzlich war da kein Halten mehr.

Marie konnte es nicht mehr in sich halten. Sie stöhnte immer heftiger und kurzatmiger. Und dann war es soweit. Sie bekam einen Orgasmus. Der Körper krampfte sich zusammen und entlud die aufgestaute Energie, die sich in Marie gesammelt hatte. Es war ein heftiger Orgasmus, der eine ganze Weile brauchte, bis er abgeebbt war.

Keuchend und völlig aufgezerrt hing Marie in den Ketten. Kein Strom floss mehr durch sie. Sibylle betrachtete Marie und tätschelte sie. „Das hast du gut gemacht, meine Kleine!” Schwester Sibylle nahm ihr die Elektroden und Klemmen ab, und befreite sie vom Dildo, der aus ihrer nassen Fotze glitt.

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The New Boy Ch. 19 – Wrapping Up

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CHAPTER 19 – WRAPPING UP

Ginger clapped her hands together twice. “Gather round everybody. OK this is the last scene of the movie. The backstory is that everyone got drunk at the keg party and some of the guests came down to the basement and it gets wild. So we’re gonna start off down here with everyone on couches talking in 2s and 3s like any party. Then one couple will start making out. People start to notice. It gets hotter. Soon the guy is getting blown in front of everyone, who all get turned on and start doing it.

When that happens, just do whatever you want, make sure it’s hot and don’t waste any cumshots. No fake orgasms ladies! If you’re coming let it be known, but no fakies! That’s our brand. Same for the guys!” Everyone laughed.

“Guys, after you finish, stay on set and do something until you’re ready to go again. Making out, doing stuff to her, reaching over to the girl next to you, whatever. We’ll get a ton of footage and it’ll be great. And let’s break it up – first partner has to be someone you haven’t been with yet in the movie. Skip and Carla looked at each other disappointedly.

“OK pair up for the talking part. Reaction shots as you talk and notice the guy getting blown on the couch.”

As Ginger and the cameraman wandered around the room, Skip and Carla had a chance to talk. “So how’s everything? Good night?”

“Yeah, Skip. Boy did I sleep well! I couldn’t wait to get back to the set today.”

“I was looking forward to it, too.”

“So who do you think you’ll get?”

“I don’t know, but I’m making my way over to you at some point. Who do you think you’ll get?”

“Well it won’t be you, and Tom’s gonna be getting head on the couch. So it’ll be one of the new guys. Kinda hoping for the younger new guy so I may go over and stand by him. He hasn’t done a scene yet so he’s just like I was yesterday with you. Sounds fun!”

“Take it easy on him. You do girl-girl?”

“No, not into girls. But if one wants to do me that’d be OK I guess. And if I were you, I’d grab the tall girl with the dirty blond hair. She’s new and hasn’t done a scene yet. She also told me she’d love to do you. So if you want a dick-melter she’d be my pick.”

“See look at you talking dirty now.”

Skip was way ahead of Carla. Skip had noticed Danielle on set and had drawn a couple of beers for her during the outdoor party scenes. They made some small talk and introduced themselves. This was Danielle’s first movie. She was a dancer from a club downtown, and had done a couple of softcore magazine shoots. This was her first movie, her first hardcore experience, and this would be her first scene.

As the scene progressed the crowd talked and did other basement party things as Ginger filmed it all. Skip excused himself and went to the bar to get new drinks for himself and Carla. As he looked for clean glasses he caught Danielle’s eye. She smiled at Skip. Skip motioned with his hand to himself and back to her – ‘me and you’? Her eyes widened. She smiled and nodded excitedly. Skip gave her the thumbs up and went back to his acting and getting the drinks.

“She’s on board” Skip said proudly as he handed a beer to Carla.

“Good for you Stud but save some for me.”

“OK action on the couch BJ!” Ginger instructed from across the room.

At the far end of the room at the edge of a shadow one of the newbies playing a slutty girl’s head went to Tom Byron’s lap, who held a small couch pillow up to comically try and hide it from the rest of the room. The crowd began to notice as her head went up and down over and over. Danielle and the other girl who had been talking went over next to Tom’s couch to watch and began hooting and hollering watching the head go up and down in Tom’s lap, cheering on their friend gobbling the nerd.

“Can’t see anything – move the hair” Ginger said from somewhere behind the camera. The girl brushed her hair behind her ears so the camera could see Tom in her mouth.

Skip came up behind Danielle and leaned over her shoulder to watch the couch action. As he did so, his hands roamed freely over Danielle’s front – cupping her small breasts. He nuzzled her neck from behind. Danielle ground her ass into Skip’s crotch behind her, eventually reaching back to rub Skip and undo his pants. Somehow, she undid his fly and fished his cock out of his pants without ever turning around and with one hand. Skip’s hand followed her flat stomach down the front of Danielle’s jeans and into her panties. Skip rubbed her warm fuzzy pussy gently as they watched, feeling Danielle hump her mound against his hand.

At this point the couch blowjob was no longer a secret. All of the guests had gathered to circle the couch, where the girl was openly blowing Tom while everyone watched. Carla had the new guy she mentioned behind her. His hand was between her legs.

“OK let’s pair off and get busy” said Ginger. “Spread out.”

Skip and Danielle laid down on the floor on the thick orange shag carpet. They began to kiss and undress.

“I was kaçak bahis hoping I’d get you.”

“You nervous? What do you like?” asked Skip.

“Everything. Hmmmm….let me suck you.”

When they had both undressed Danielle moved down and Skip felt her lips envelope him. She had a taut dancer’s body, with pert a-cup breasts and an adorable closed pussy covered with fine blond hair trimmed very short. There was not an ounce of fat on Danielle. Skip ran his hands through her hair while she fellated him.

Skip moved Danielle’s hair away from her face, and she asked “does it feel good? Wait…..does it feel good, nerd?”

“I think we’re dorks.”

“Great”. Danielle’s head went back down and back to work on Skip.

“Whoa slow down – camera’s on the other side of the room. Wait until the camera comes back here for the intense stuff.” Skip moved back and squeezed behind the glans of his penis to keep from climaxing immediately. And off camera.

Skip was digging Danielle. She was a girl he never could have dated in a million years back home, and now with his new career, he went from meeting her to doing whatever he liked with her within 90 minutes.

“Sorry – got carried away and couldn’t help myself.” Danielle moved and laid down next to Skip. His hand went between her legs again.

“Wow – you weren’t kidding.”

“I’ve been horny all day”, she said.

Across the room Ginger was moving from group to group. Tom was still getting head from the couch slutty girl and getting filmed. Everyone else was paired off and naked around the room. Carla was naked and with her guy on the floor.

Ginger and the cameraman finally wandered over to Skip and Danielle.

“OK you guys show me something.”

Skip moved to go down on Danielle, who stopped him. “No, I want to fuck, dork.” Danielle threw one leg over Skip’s hips, spread her lips with her hand, straddled him with authority, and inserted him inside of her straight away. She moaned and her head went back. Skip’s head went back too as he felt Danielle’s tight newbie dancer pussy grip his cock from base to tip. “Oh fuck that’s good” Skip said. Danielle watched his face contort as she ground her hips into his, and feeling the giant head of his dick grind against her g-spot while her hard clit ground into his pubic bone like she was humping a saddle horn.

“That’s hot guys keep going.”

Skip felt her open up inside and quicken her pace. Danielle was panting. She was just grinding now with Skip all the way inside her. Suddenly she stopped and tensed up. Skip felt her pussy contract six times as she orgasmed. “I’m coming” she said for the camera. Skip knew already. Ginger smiled in appreciation of Danielle observing the ‘announcement’ rules even while climaxing. She was a keeper.

Skip pulled out. Thinking it was the cumshot, Danielle reached down to jerk Skip off. Instead, Skip set his penis down flat against his belly, still slick with Danielle’s generous secretions, and set Danielle back down on him, his hot dog wedged deep in her slippery bun as he encouraged her to slide back and forth, rocking her hips.

“Great great great” Ginger said. Skip glanced to his right and saw Carla smiling at him watching. She licked her lips for Skip. Danielle’s pussy glided back and forth, back and forth along Skip’s impossibly hard meatshaft.

“Can you come like that Skip? That’d be a great shot”

“Been trying not to since we started!” Skip hissed in concentration. The crew laughed.

“Danielle, keep doing that and stay down on Skip. I want to see it squirt out all over his own chest and belly while you’re on him like that. Understand?” Danielle nodded. “OK, less talk more rock. Come on.” Ginger prodded.

This was a great position for Danielle and a great way to show off her body. She had to sit upright on Skip or else she would block the shot with her arms, head or chest. The visual in Ginger’s video monitor shocked her – a slender white male torso straddled by a fit tan female torso. Shot from the male’s point of view, from the camera now over Skip’s shoulder next to his head. She loved her body and took pride in how well she kept it – and she loved seeing it on the screen being pleasured by this young porn star.

The shot’s upper limit was her taut belly with a hint of a six-pack. Down lower to her wispy blond pubic hair and even lower to her slightly oversize meaty labia split open by Skip’s thick penis between her slender tan thighs.

Danielle reached down with her right hand to pull back on her clitoral hood to release the sensitive glans, for herself and for the camera. Erect, it stuck from between her lips like a small tongue sticking out. She rubbed it until Ginger scolded her for getting her hand in the way.

“OK here’s what I want. Danielle. You’re in the slutty girl’s crew. Skip is the nerd. So Skip look like you’re trying desperately not to come. Danielle, notice this but double down on making him come. And don’t smother the cumshot with your pussy. Keep bedava bahis it in shot but don’t block the sherbert.”

Skip worked hard to stay in character. Looking down at the situation in his lap with a wide-eyed excitement but a panic that he was going to come too soon with this smoking hot girl on top of him and trying to prevent it. Danielle was in character as well, as she punishingly pussy surfed on Skip.

Skip began to breathe through his mouth and Danielle felt him stiffen under her. “Wait wait wait” Skip’s character bargained as the orgasm arrived. Skip’s whole body tensed. Danielle moved herself back slightly to Skip’s balls to make sure she hadn’t blocked the cumshot, which caused the end of Skip’s prick to tilt upwards like an artillery piece. Finally, Skip began to ejaculate forcefully, the first glob hitting the camera lens over Skip’s shoulder, and subsequent shots settling on Skip’s chest until he was finished, the velocity increased by the pressure of Danielle at the very base of Skip’s prick.

“CUT!”

“Did that just actually happen?” asked Ginger. “Nice, Skip, that’s a keeper. OK off to mingle”. Ginger and the cameraman went off to the far side of the room. The grip tossed them both a towel to clean up. Skip waved the assistant away.

“Keep going Danielle, you close?”

“Yeah yeah…….ungh….”

“Want it back inside?”

“No, I like this.” Danielle tensed up and held still. Her muscular thighs gripped Skip as she trembled in pleasure. When she opened her eyes. Skip was smiling at her. “Awesome”, he said.

“THAT was great”, said an out of breath Danielle. “We still both have to do another one so compose yourself…”

“Let them try and follow that! Want to drift over and watch Carla’s scene? I think she’s up” replied Skip.

Danielle and Skip stood up and toweled off, and walked over to the klieg lights on the other side of the room, where Carla was on the floor with her party date, one of the new guys.

Things didn’t seem to be going well. Ginger was not happy. The new guy was on his back, his half-staff junior sausage not cooperating despite his furious masturbation.

“OK you guys take a break and see if you can get that thing working. Who’s ready? Skip?”

“Yeah I could go again”

“How about you with the two other new girls?”

“Works for me, Ginger.”

Ginger explained how the scene was to work to Skip and the two new girls. Like the girls from the prior movie, they were moonlighting strippers working as day contract extras.

“OK take ten while we set up”

“Hi I’m Skip”

“I know, I’m Stacy”

“Amanda. Did you really fuck a puppet yesterday?”

Skip laughed. “No. It was a ventriloquist. But the puppet joined in.”

Stacy and Amanda were cute. Not the bombshell that Danielle was, but more of the girl next door type. The ones that you’d expect to find at amateur night at the strip club instead of a regular night. Stacy was a heavyset buxom curly-haired brunette with glasses and Amanda was a skinny brunette.

The scene began with Skip and Amanda making out naked on the shag rug. Amanda straddled Skip’s neck with her legs and faced him while Skip’s tongue went to work. Amanda’s fingers ran through Skip’s thick hair as she moaned for the camera.

Stacy’s character then would walk past the two, notice the that Skip’s lower half was ready and waiting while this girl was getting her pussy eaten, and mount Skip decisively. Then it was anything goes until the end.

Stacy straddled Skip, grasped his dick and put him inside. She moved slowly up and down while camera

was behind her ass getting the action closeup. The monitor was filled by Skip’s half-erect male sausage stretching out Stacy’s young pussy. Her juices glistened on the shaft. Or maybe it was from Danielle. Or most likely from both.

“Hmmm….get over here other new guy. Suck him while riding, Stacy.” Ginger motioned him over.

The “other new guy” was an early 20’s overweight Italian guy whose premature gut almost covered his needle-dick. At least the part that managed to stick out of the forest of black pubic hair. That was another of Ginger’s handy porn tips – guys should trim back their pubic hair so their junk looks bigger. A flagpole in a field is more impressive than a flagpole in a jungle. Stacy reluctantly took him in her mouth.

“Hmmm….scene needs more spice. What do you want to do Skip?” Ginger asked.

Stifled by the pussy in his mouth, Skip could only manage “Mmmmppphhh…..” the crew laughed. Amanda took her crotch off Skip’s mouth. “I haven’t fucked Amanda yet.”

“So be it. Amanda and Skip doggy. Carla suck the new guy and Stacy go down on Carla. Tom and other new guy sit on the couch and jerk off while watching.”

“WHAT!” the guys exclaimed together, disappointed at the lack of involvement.

Ginger laughed “Patience, I’m working you in. Danielle? Opposite side away from the dorks. You’re watching and playing ‘hello kitty’. OK action”

The kazandıran bahis siteleri foursome separated and Amanda got on all fours presenting herself for Skip. The new guy lay down on the floor. Carla came into the shot and took the new guy in her mouth, spreading her legs for Stacy’s oral access. Skip turned Amanda ninety degrees for a better camera angle. He rubbed up and down her rear-facing slit and settled in to push inside with an audible squish, buckling Amanda’s knees a little.

“Remember girls – you’re the bad girl clique – you’re in charge of the sex not these dweebs.”

Hearing that, Amanda put some force into backing her ass up into Skip, who just stood there like a statue who had no choice in the matter while Amanda serviced herself on his jutting pole. Deep in character, Skip looked wide-eyed, horny and astonished. In reality, he was only two of those things. Skip’s recent orgasm had him losing that unpleasant hair trigger feeling. Confident, he was ready to do some serious fucking.

Carla was sucking the hell out of the new guy’s cock while her two fingers pumped quickly up and down the inadequate shaft. Meanwhile Stacy’s head was buried between Carla’s legs, her tongue on Carla’s clit and her index finger pistoning in and out of Carla. Carla came off the new guy long enough to exclaim “gonna cum!” to Stacy, and she resumed her penile assault on the new guy who started to squirm. Carla’s head came off the cock that spasmed and oozed sperm out of the head. Carla’s hand smeared it all over the new guy’s cock and wiped her hand off on his stomach with disdain. Then she grabbed Stacy’s head, bucking her hips as she came in Stacy’s mouth. “Cumming” she grunted as her orgasm arrived.

“OK tag out – Tom get in here in front of Amanda. Other new guy fuck Stacy.”

Skip continued to stroke in and out of Amanda. Tom got up from the couch and crossed to where Skip and Amanda were. Seeing this, in character, Amanda reached out and grabbed Tom’s dick, pulling him into her mouth. Skip and Tom high-fived each other for the camera over Amanda’s back. Score one for the dorks!

Skip glanced over at Stacy and the new guy. He was still having problems. He was between Stacy’s legs trying to put his limp dick into Stacy.

“OK new guy you’re tagged out. Say a line about getting a beer and then vamoose. Skip take over with Stacy. Amanda finish Tom off. Action.”

“Um, I gotta get a beer.” said the unimaginative new guy. A screenplay writer he would never be. As he got up and left Skip disengaged from Amanda and took the open place between Stacy’s legs.

“Get over here and fuck me dork!” Stacy bellowed. Her legs sprang in the air and Skip went inside her again. He could sense Stacy’s frustration at having to wait for pleasure because one the new guys couldn’t get it up. Skip slowly inserted until he felt her damp hair and skin on his pubis and he was fully inside of her. Her tunnel was hot. He felt his big dick separate her slippery walls until he was balls deep in Stacy. Stacy grunted in shock and pleasure. Skip concentrated on rubbing his big cockhead against Stacy’s upper wall as he thrust in and out. He could feel her spongy g-spot harden and her aching vagina begin to expand, readying itself for his seed.

Skip laid down fully over her and buried his head in her shoulder as he pumped his hips into her over and over, driving her to orgasm with each pump. Over and over into the hot wet grippy slippery place below him.

“Coming!” Stacy shrieked as she had been instructed. Skip felt her insides grip grip grip his cock and he could hold it no longer. It was all he could do not to just leave it in its snug home as nature intended, but he knew he had to rudely extract it to show everyone the semen fountain for the movie. Grunting he moved back from Stacy and jacked his shaft as his orgasm hit. He pumped until it was done, then collapsed on top of Stacy who was kissing his ear.

“Gonna come!” Skip heard from the other side of the basement. It was Amanda. Tom was behind her doggystyle, pulling her hair. Amanda shivered and orgasmed.

“How you doing Tom? Pop soon?”

“Yeah, couple more minutes of this.”

“So be it. Hey Skip where you at?”

“Right here”

“Hey I want you to watch this and see how Tom does it. He has a real style.”

“Oh thanks for all the pressure! OK shut up everybody” Tom laughed.

A pro, Tom went to work inducing his own orgasm for the necessary cumshot. He continued to stroke in and out of Amanda. After a couple of minutes of this, Tom pulled his cock out of Amanda, and grabbed the base with his left hand. His right hand stroked. But it was more complex than that. His right hand would squeeze just behind the head before a squirt, then right after he would make three very quick jerks and squeeze behind the head again in time for the next squirt. This produced a very impressive and messy cumshot which looked great on camera.

“OK, that’s it everyone! We’re done. Thank you all and see you at the Wrap party tonight.”

Skip walked over to Tom as they both toweled off. “Great work dude. How’d you do all that cumshot suff?

“Thanks, man. Your scenes were scorchers. OK I’ll tell you the trade secret, but just because you’re my man, OK? You jack right or left handed?”

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One evening a detective, named TJ, had been on assignment for an extended period of time returned home unannounced to surprise his young wife. There was stillness in the house, TJ put his bags down and took off his coat. He heard a soft sound coming from upstairs, so he started up the stairs and the sounds got louder. TJ walked towards the sounds coming from the master bedroom.

TJ assumed that his wife was pleasuring herself with one of her many toys, he pushed open the door and realized that he was sorely mistaken. TJ saw a man holding a handful of his wifes hair and pounding in her pussy from behind. He was driving a good 9″ flesh stick into his young wife who was moaning in pleasure. TJ stareted to react like any man would but he found himself unable to speak. TJ was transfixed on the flesh tool pounding his wife, her breasts bounced with each stroke of this piston driving into her.

TJ moved into the room and approached his wife’s face, he did not see fear just enjoyment as she bounced forward with each drive. Her visible signs of extasy caused TJ to look at the man behind the piston slamming his wife and it was another detective from his squad but they never missed a beat until his wife let out a screaming orgasm, they both collapsed onto the bed.

The visiting detective pulled his semi-hard dick out of his wife, LJ, released her grip as the orgasm subsided. TJ was extremely pissed and screamed with anger in his voice, for the man to get out but LJ moved down and cleaned off güvenilir bahis his massive tool like it was a fresh made ice cream cone, this made TJ even madder and when she was finished the detective dressed and left the room. TJ began to let loose on his wife, when LJ looked him right in the eye and said, I heard about your little friend living with you on site. LJ got up and went into the shower locking the door.

TJ ran after the other detective and all he was told was that she was a great fuck and he was an idiot for messing around on her and he slammed the door. TYJ fell to the floor and could only cry partially from his stupidity and partially from how much LJ really loved the size of the flesh tool and he knew it was hitting spots he could only dream about.

LJ came out of the bathroom, naked, and just smiled at TJ as she walked into the room. LJ waited for TJ to come into the room and pulled her slinky little black dress out of the closet. LJ dressed without undergarments and put on high heals. TJ ask LJ what the hell was going on, she just smiled and said this was her revenge night and he could go with her of he could stay home because this night was planned without him in the picture. LJ was dressed to kill and he was not about to miss what was going on.

As LJ got into the car she said that could discuss their marriage tomorrow, tonight was hers. TJ followed her directions to a beautiful split-level home in a great neighborhood. LJ walked to the door and was yasal bahis siteleri escorted in by 2 detectives. There was a total of 6 men in the house and LJ was introduced to all of the men. LJ walked to the basr and got a drink returning to the center of the room. LJ had the undivided attention of laa the men as she dropped her little black dress taking a sip of her drink.

LJ set the ground rules that she was not to be hurt and there was not to be any marks on her body when the night was done.

LJ told the men that tonight was her revenge for her asshole unfaithful husband and he had no say in what was happening. TJ started to protest but was quickly corrected by not only his wife but by the other cops in the room. LJ looked and TJ and began storytime, explaining that he was playing house with the other woman, taking a sip of her drink and grabbing the first dick she found close, sucking it in and out over the ice in her mouth. LJ kept up her blowjob until the man came down her throat. LJ swolled and continued her story. LJ made the remark to TJ about how many blowjobs he got from his lover as she grabbed the second dick and did the same, dragging the tool in and out over the ice and swolling his load. LJ finished her story by asking how many times TJ fucked around behind her back?

TJ just remained silent, LJ however made the announcement that the games will begin. LJ was taken to the spare bedroom and joined by the men. LJ had every hole fucked and had sucked and kaçak bahis siteleri swolled so much come that she had lost count of the donors. LJ had fucked five of the six men and as the 6th approached sahe understood why he waited for last. As he walked to her LJ just gasp at the massive tool semi-hard hanging in front of her. The man directed LJ to climb on him and as she slid down his massive tool she gasp and sighed as she finally hit the bottom landing on his legs with a gigantic smile.

LJ was doing her best to ride the tool but her orgasms were coming quicker than she had ever experienced, LJ laid down on his chest and was tired. The man grabbed her around the back and pulled her breasts in tight. LJ soon felt someone behind her and placing liquid on her ass. LJ was not a fan of anal sex but she was so relaxed and satisfied now that she was game. LJ was now the object of anal penetration that she was sure would hurt but it did not only a feeling of complete fullness. LJ just laid still as four of the other detectives took their turns in her ass. The fifth man stepped in and the man in her pussy and her ass began to make beautiful music with her moans and shutters, both men came as if on Q and pulled out of her holes. LJ just laid there as the men dressed and left. LJ looked at TJ and said he would never cheat on her again or this would be child’s play to what she would plan. TJ understood and in all his future assignments there was never another woman and LJ always had a meeting place were they could get together and spend time together and have sex.

LJ never had to worry about TJ but she missed the fullness of the multiple dicks that were in her, she relived the night in her mind while she masturbated but stayed true to TJ and did not go out and find a friend for her needs.

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Rule number one of chucking a sickie in a country town is don’t go anywhere other than the chemist, doctor’s surgery, or if it’s genuinely required, the hospital emergency department. You don’t go to the pub, club, shops or beach. You stay home or fuck off to another town and hide there.

But here I was in my dingy hotel room holding a picture of my ex-girlfriend Natasha with the word ‘Surprise’ as a caption on my phone. The message had been sent only 30 minutes earlier and by my reckoning she’d been in town for a good 20 minutes by now. What she didn’t know is that rather than being at work, I was holed up in my room thinking of Raul and I fucking the teens Georgie and Erin.

I had to respond as if I was at work and that I would meet her later in the afternoon. A simple text was all it took to at least give me four hours of thinking time.

‘Hi babe, wow, this is a surprise!’ I wrote, “Of course, I’m at work so how about we meet this afternoon? There’s a nice cafe near the bridge, they do a fair pizza, how does that sound around 4?’

‘Sure, can I drop my stuff off at your place?’

Again, my capacity to lie on my feet had improved. ‘Hey you’re in luck, I’m actually getting the keys to my place later this afternoon so you can help me move, accommodation is really tight at the moment.’

At least the last sentence wasn’t a lie, accommodation was hard to find in Coolamein.

‘Oh wow,’ she wrote back, ‘I didn’t know that. Lemme know when ur finished.’

She sent a row of kiss and heart emojis and I left her hanging for a good ten minutes before responding with a heart emoji and the line, ‘Sorry, year 8 are being a bunch of dicks. See you at the Bridge Bar and Pizza.’

I closed that channel of messaging and immediately called Sharon and explained to her the situation, to which she responded, “You really are a total fuck-up, anyway that should put any Georgie and Erin plans to bed, so to speak.”

She followed with the obvious advice of not leaving my room, not even for a drink downstairs or a trip to the nearby supermarket. “Go nowhere, do nothing until you go to meet Natasha.”

“By the way,” she concluded, “Marcus has found you a place, and it’s not Natasha’s, it’s a six month rental of a nice old fully furnished home. It’s Jenny’s friend Emma’s place. She’s gone overseas for six months. Natasha will love it.”

I didn’t want Natasha to love it, I wanted her to just piss off back to her urbanite friends and let me fuck myself to either destruction or elation, or both.

But then, I did want her to love it. As much as I enjoyed the ludicrous amount of sex that I was having, kissing Jenny was nothing like kissing Natasha. Natasha came with a backstory that I was a part of. Jenny was a wild, wild fuck, don’t get me wrong, but Natasha was different.

I hate getting soppy and all, but what I had with Natasha, despite her refusal to even visit Coolamein, was love. It had ended badly, but in the subsequent weeks I had really begun to miss her. I longed for her company, her sense of humour and how we could just talk about any subject for hours on end. She wasn’t a bad root, not at all, but she was only really uninhibited when she’d had a few drinks too many..

Ignoring Sharon’s warning to not go out I decided to make a quick dash to the nearby bakery and get a pie, a pastie and maybe a lamington to see me through the day. If needed I would limp all the way there and back again as if I had pulled a hamstring, but as soon as I reached the top of the stairs an all too familiar voice floated up the stairwell.

“Excuse me,” Natasha said. “I’m sorry but I’m here to meet Julian Horneman, is he staying here because I just noticed his car in the car park.”

With a belly full of crazed moths I leaned over the balustrade and could see the top of Natasha’s head. Her copper red hair was as luxurious and beautiful as it had ever been. Soft, curly and at least another two inches longer than when I’d left. I wanted to wrap myself in it.

“I’m sorry,” Erika, who I couldn’t see, said, “But you are?”

“Natasha, I’m, well, Julian’s partner.”

To her credit Erika played along extremely well.

“Oh,” she said, “Talk of the town school teacher, Julian?”

I saw Natasha’s head nod.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know Julian, he actually helped us out here last night. He did well.”

“Is that why his car is here?”

It was at that point I decided to call Erika on the pub’s landline, a phone she always answered.

“Yeah, I suppose so, I didn’t notice. He sometimes rides his bike to work.”

The phone began its life saving trill behind the bar and I headed out of earshot.

“Could you just excuse me for a minute,” I heard her say before in a weird delayed stereo she said. “Federal Hotel, Erika speaking.”

“Erika, it’s me Julian, I’m upstairs, please don’t let Erika know I’m here,”

“Table for four at 7 tonight?” she said, “I’ll just go and check. I’ll put you on hold and swap phones.”

The phone went dead before she quickly canlı bahis picked it up again in the kitchen.

“What the fuck?” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“Well,” I recalled our chat in the bar the previous night, “I’m pretty sure I did.”

“No, you dickhead, about her coming here to see you.”

“I honestly didn’t know. She sent me a text message this morning.”

“What are you doing here anyway?” She asked.

“I’ll explain later,” I said, obfuscating, “Just tell her that I have found a place to stay and in fact tonight is my last night here.”

“That’s bullshit though.”

I had to delay for a moment before I said, “Well, actually I have found a place for six months.”

Now she pressed pause on the conversation.

I could only hear her breathing before she said. “Where?”

“I have no idea, the agent just called me, someone’s gone overseas. Apparently I’m going there tonight to check it out.”

That was it. No response apart from the sound of the phone in the kitchen being put down. Needless to say, panic set in and I dashed back, as quietly as I could, to the stairwell.

“Sorry about that,’ I heard Erika say as she came back into earshot. “We’re very busy at the moment, you’re not looking for work are you?”

“I don’t know just yet,” Natasha laughed, “That will depend on how things pan out over the next couple of days.”

“Why? I imagine that Julian will be stoked to hear from you.”

“It,” Natasha sounded quite sad from my point of hearing. “It didn’t end well between us both, I had some stuff going on and Bathurst would have been okay, but here, it’s a bit far away from Sydney.”

“Tell me about it. Seriously, we should be part of Victoria with Melbourne as our capital.”

I had to agree, and took a mental note to mention it when Erika and I were to chat next.

Erika then took the conversation down a path I wasn’t expecting.

“Julian and I actually had a bit of a chat after his shift last night, he’s still a bit confused as to what was going on with you both.”

There was a pause before Natasha said, “Please don’t say anything, let’s keep it in the girl’s club, but there was someone else I was seeing, a friend of his.”

Just as Erika said “Whoa,” I took a lean over the balustrade and could see that for a short moment, Erika had seen me, and Natasha was about to turn her head towards me.

“Does he know,” Erika distracted her, “Julian?”

“I don’t think so, I mean it had been going on for a while.”

I was gobsmacked. So this is why she didn’t want to come, she was fucking one of my mates! The problem for me was, which one? I really wanted Erika to ask.

“So what happened, why are you here now?”

It never ceases to amaze me how some people will just unload their personal crises onto a complete stranger.

“It was all really weird, it had been building up between us for quite some time. I was really confused.”

“Say his name, say his name,” my mind begged. “Was it Ben, Alastair, Trent, Macca or Jack?”

“Ah well, confusion, that’s not unusual, let me tell you that straight up,” Erika. “Look, tonight is his last night here because he’s finally been able to find a nice place for six months.”

Natasha nodded. Clearly she was crying.

Erika continued “This bloke in Sydney, what’s his name because if anyone rings or comes in here, I can say you’re not around, or just to fuck off.”

“No,no, no…” Natasha cried before she fell into Erika’s arms making her response illegible, all it was was a tearful muffled word.

Was it Matt McRae. Old Double Beef with Cheese, Macca. The weight-lifting dreg from our school days who managed to hang around purely because of his access to illicit gear at a reasonable price.

Or was it Alastair the gangly red-head with freckles as big as a penny on his face, or was it Trent, the suspected closet gay Kiwi?

Ben was out because he was in the army and had been posted to Townsville for the past six months, or was it Jack? But he was in a solid relationship with the uber hot Amy..

I almost went to make my way downstairs to comfort her, but fortunately Erika wrapped her arms around her again and whilst doing so looked up towards me and mouthed the words “Fuck off.” and took Natasha into the bar area where there was no chance of me hearing a word of what was being said.

I went back out to the balcony and it was about twenty minutes later that once again I saw Natasha’s head crossing the road and heading straight into the bakery that I was intending to visit.

“You!” Erika said down the hallway. I turned towards her silhouette. A very sexy and inviting silhouette at that.

“Explain yourself,” she said, in a strangely calm manner. Of course, I had to lie.

“Yeah, I’m chucking a sickie because, well, I was fucked after last night.”

“If I’d known that I would have come in for round two this morning,” she said with a smile.

I was about to say, “I see where your daughter popüler bahis gets it from,” but I resisted. Instead I said, “Who is he, who’s the fucker that she’s been screwing?”

She just looked at me with a wry smile and said. “That’s girl’s club business, you’ll have to find out for yourself.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said. “You fucking women.”

I told Erika how I was meeting Natasha at four and that I’ll get it out of her then, to which she responded, “You’ll be surprised. And by the way, I was going to ask you if you wanted to work again tonight because I’m going to drop my useless brother down to Melbourne.”

I just shrugged as she continued. “I’ll get the girls to look after it, there’s no big groups booked.

Then that all knowing secretive smile came back and she said. “If she tells you everything that she just told me,” she giggled. “You’re a lucky man.”

And she was right, I was taken quite aback by what Natasha told me that afternoon.

I arrived about 10 minutes late and she was sitting forlornly in the corner of the cafe bar well away from everyone else. Half a bottle of white wine sat in front of her and as she clocked me her smile, and mine, were genuine. She stood up to meet me and we embraced like the long lost lovers we kind of were. Our kiss was long, sensual and inviting stares from other patrons. I held her thin petite waist for maybe a bit too long before we sat down and began the most trivial of chats.

We spoke of her drive down, her parents, work and everything that had no real meaning. That was until I just upped the ante and said it.

“So what the hell are you doing here Natasha? I’ve had plenty of time to think about this, and to be honest, the only reason I can think of why you wouldn’t come is because there was someone else.”

I was lying of course, and I even choked up a bit at the end with emotion, but I had never suspected that.

That was when she fell silent and had to muster up the courage to reveal to me just what had happened. Turns out it wasn’t any of the lads at all, sort of, it was Amy, Jack’s girlfriend, who started it all.

At around the same time as I was told of my posting, with the help of copious alcohol and illicit gear, Amy seduced Natasha after a night out. Hence why she started carrying on before I left.

What made it even more interesting was what that startling revelation was followed by.

“I may as well tell you what happened just recently though,” she began. “I…..” She paused for a moment and looked towards the sound of footsteps behind me.

I turned and to a mix of horror and delight I saw Erin, Georgie and another gorgeous young girl, wearing the work uniform from the pub, walking towards me. They all sported huge grins.

“Hi mister Hornyman,” Georgie said. “Are you going to introduce us?”

“Well I’m fine thank you girls, it’s been a long day, and this is Natasha.”

The three of them waved their hands as they checked her out, and she did them.

“These are my finest students, and school captains, Georgie and Erin, and their friend…” I pointed at the cute Audrey Tautou lookalike behind them.

“Kim,” Erin said.

“Oh,” I said with maybe a touch too much enthusiasm. “The elusive Kim. These two are always talking about you.”

“Are you working tonight, sir?” Erin asked, with an extremely cheeky grin. “Or are you still sick, because we missed you today.”

Quick as a wink I said. “I had training today girls, I was in the admin block with Mrs Hogan and other teachers from around the region.”

For whatever reason this seemed to end the chat and with another smile towards me the three of them sauntered off.

“Wow,” Natasha said. “They’re beautiful.”

With that statement, and her admission of being bisexual, my mind raced with the image of all four of them naked and surrounding me.

“Well you keep away from them,” I said jokingly, “They’re still at school.”

She did laugh gently at that before I said, “You were saying?”

What she said opened up all sorts of possibilities.

“Amy and I were at her place, you know, having fun when Jack and one of his workmates called Brett turned up.”

“Wow, what the hell Natasha, what the very fuck are you going to tell me?” I was so happy to hear about it that feigning anger was quite difficult.

Natasha went on to tell me how Amy had organised the whole thing as a way of Natasha getting over me leaving, to fuck me out of her system, or something like that. She left nothing out and thanks to our isolated spot in the cafe she told me all about how the two guys fucked her at the same time.

“It was really intense,” she said quietly. “And with Amy there as well….”

“Well,” I entered, “Amy is your hottest friend by far.”

That really broke the ice and Natasha’s spirits lifted. She smiled and said “You think so?”

“Oh God, of course she is, I’d often thought about doing her.” A phrase at which we both began laughing..

I had a massive güvenilir bahis siteleri hard on by that point and I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and the fact that she was quite open in telling me about it in so much detail, allowed me an open opportunity to reveal my post Sydney life. Of course, I didn’t.

The innocent girl that I’d left behind had, in a short period of time, became an absolute fuck monster, and I liked it.

As she emptied the last of the bottle into her glass the phone buzzed in my pocket. “Hey man, whats the plan.” Raul wrote. I almost texted back, “Teaching you how to use an apostrophe and a question mark!” But that could come later. Instead I glanced at Natasha and wrote “Come to room 101 at the pub in about 30 minutes.”

30 minutes was generous because only 20 minutes later we were both naked and she was on her knees in our room sucking my cock down her throat, a skill no doubt picked up from Jack. Amy and Brett.

I had deliberately left the door unlocked for Raul, and really, hopefully the girls as well.

“Oh fuck babe,” I said, “You’ve certainly improved, not that you were bad mind you,” She smiled up at me, licked a small drop of precum off my knob and said, “You just wait.” Then once more she took my cock all the way down her throat until my balls were hitting her chin. She gagged just a little bit before coming back up.

“Jesus H Christ,” I said. “I need to to fuck you right now.” I lay back on the bed facing the door and she eagerly climbed on top of me, easily sliding her wet, tight cunt down over my cock.

‘Oh my God, yes,” she cried, “That’s so good, fuck me babe, fuck my pussy.” Again, and I probably shouldn’t have been, but I was shocked by this new animal. Her copper-red hair hung down around my face and her pink nipples were inviting. As I sucked her right nipple into my mouth she moaned in delight before I spread her arse wide and slid a finger, without any resistance from her, unlike before, into her arsehole.

Her groaning grew louder so I added a second digit inside her and sucked harder. It was when I gave her a 20 second flurry of rapid thrusts into her cunt that she came harder, and more vocal than any time before.

“”Fuck, fuck, faahhhkkkk,” she screamed, “Yes, oh God, yes.” I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock and her arse shrink around my fingers as the orgasm rolled through her.

With perfect timing, and no doubt drawn by the noise, the door opened and Raul was standing there, smiling like a cat in a dairy. Expecting to find both Erin and Georgie he at first looked confused before Natasha, without breaking her stride, looked over her shoulder and said. “Wrong room mate.”

Raul laughed and said, “Not at all, right room, but wrong woman.”

“Whoa there stallion,” I said, laughing. “Tash, this is my friend Raul. Raul, this is Natasha.”

“Your girlfriend?” he asked. I nodded.

Natasha flicked her hair back over her shoulder and took a closer look at the swarthy Spaniard. Her gaze noticeably paused at his groin. “Hi,” she simply said, with a smile. What really surprised me was how she made no attempt to cover herself up, rather she continued to enjoy the aftershock of her orgasm by gliding ever so gently on my still hard cock.

“Why is he here?” She asked me.

“I invited him,” I said with a wry smile, “This may come as a bit of a shock, but you’re not the only one that’s been having a lot of fun since I left Sydney.”

She looked at me aghast, “What? So you’re bi as well?”

“No no,” Raul answered, “I may be bi-lingual, but we’re not bi-sexual.”

“Right,” she slid off my cock and lay against the wall. Raul couldn’t help but rub his cock through his shorts as Natasha came into full view. “So, again, why is he here?”

Once more, Raul, with a cheeky grin, answered for me. “Well, we just like to look after the lonely ladies in this town.”

“Both of you,” she asked. “With one lady?”

“Yep,’ I quickly answered.

For a moment the scene hung in the balance. I had a slight second of panic, but when Natasha took my cock back in her hand and asked “And you’re alright with this?” I knew that our relationship was well on the mend.

“Fuck yeah,” I said hoarsely, “Raul, get undressed.”

Natasha watched Raul intensely as he pulled his t-shirt off and edged his shorts down before kicking them off. Her eyes were laser focussed on the outline of his expanding cock through his undies. She moved forward as he did towards her and licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

When Raul slowly pulled his cock out, Natasha groaned with lust as he offered it to her hungry, slutty mouth.

“Oh yeah baby,’ I said. “Suck his cock.” She looked at me for only a millisecond and when she saw my genuine approval she went hell for leather.

Raul held her head and guided it down onto his cock, and she squeezed mine as she did so.

“Oh fuck yes,” Raul cried out in delight, “That’s it you beautiful woman, suck my cock.”

I stood up next to Raul and watched in disbelief as she sluttishly took his cock right down her throat. As she did so she pumped mine gently. Not to be left out she quickly turned her head back to mine and deep throated me. When she was all the way down she looked up at me and smiled.

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I pulled into the long gravel drive and put the car in park. I was careful not to block the garage door. Fetching my phone from the console, I glanced at the time as I unlocked the screen. I would normally be at work. It was good to be at Cory’s instead of driving a tow motor. I needed the day off. I sent the text message before climbing out of my car and stretching. The sun was climbing in the morning sky and my decision to wear shorts already felt like the right choice.

I shut the car door and made my way toward the front porch. I glanced at the modest little home, amazed at how nice Cory and Sherri had made the place. Once again I found myself wondering if one day I might build a nest like this one. The thoughts drifted off as soon as they’d formed. I climbed the brick steps to find the door already opening in front of me.

Cory stood in the door. He nodded his head to me and waved me in.

“Hey, man,” he said. “You didn’t block the garage, right?”

I contained my sigh. “Nah, I didn’t.”

I stepped into the living room of Cory’s house, careful to kick off my shoes at the door. Not a thing had changed since last week. Cory bent to snatch up a few more toys from the carpet.

“Well, how’s work, dude?” Cory asked me.

I shrugged. “Same.”

“Did you ask Danny about the raise?” Cory asked, standing with an armful of Transformers.

I made a face. “Yeah. I did. I got the old, ‘look at you next time bud’ speech.”

Cory scoffed and shook his head. “Crap. So I take it there’s probably no openings either?”

“Nope,” I answered. “Not unless you can swing District Sales Manager.”

Cory snickered and made his way just down the hall.

“At this rate I’ll be lucky to swing a spatula,” he called back.

Cory disappeared into one of the kids’ bedrooms. The silence in the house told me that the two of them were at school already. I didn’t see Cory’s better half, but I knew she was there. I stepped into the kitchen aimlessly, noting the half piled sink and the full garbage can beside the counter. I cringed, knowing I’d hear something about that soon.

I pulled my phone out and absentmindedly glanced at the time once again. The day couldn’t start soon enough. It seemed like the weeks had begun peeling off of the calendar, and my day off during the week had become the day I looked forward to the most. My eyes drifted toward the corridor on the other side of the kitchen. I thought about opening the fridge and getting things started. I knew that was a bad idea.

As if my thoughts took form, Sherri came walking into the kitchen. At first I thought she didn’t notice me. She pulled open the door to the fridge and retrieved a small blue lunch bag before turning to set it on the bar in front of me. I pretended to look at my phone, peeking at her through my eyebrows. I could see she was dressed for work, with a simple button down blouse and tight black trousers. Her black hair was fading into it’s natural brown. I found myself in an awkward position trying to decide whether it was a good day to greet her or not.

“Haven’t found anywhere better to hang out, Jeff?” Sherri said without looking at me.

I offered her a grin that she didn’t see.

“I was actually thinking about moving in,” I said. “Couch downstairs doesn’t sound bad.”

I saw Sherri roll her eyes. “I’ve got enough children in this house to look after.”

Cory’s wife hurried back and forth across the kitchen gathering a few items to add to her lunch bag from the cupboards. I watched her, careful to make sure she didn’t look up at me. It always felt weird looking at her. Sherri was a slim girl but had very wide hips and an athletic build. I wouldn’t be the first guy to sneak a glimpse at her bending over. She was Cory’s wife, though. Not to mention, I knew her well enough now that she almost seemed like family. Her attitude toward me certainly fit.

“There’s chips in here,” Sherri said leaning into the pantry door. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t eat them this time. They are for Hannah and Aiden’s lunches.”

My eyes lingered on the tight black pants that stretched over the mounds of Sherri’s ass. I couldn’t help myself. Gravity itself was pulling my eyes down.

“I ate this morning, Sher,” I said to fill the silence. “No worries.”

For the first time her weary eyes found mine as she stepped back to the bar to stuff a granola bar in the lunch bag.

“Right,” she grumbled. “So you’ll be good for another hour.”

I didn’t respond. For a few seconds, I studied her while her eyes were busy. I noted the absence of makeup on her worried face. I saw the hint of dark circles under her eyes, a contrast to the pale, icy blue orbs that rested there. For the first time since we were so much younger, I could see the faint speckling of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Something inside of me sank a little, seeing the wounds of time that were weighing on Sherri. I could hardly remember the sassy girl that had married my friend so many years ago. She was still beautiful, but much bahis siteleri of the light in her had dimmed.

“You guys are staying here, right?” Sherri asked suddenly.

All I could offer in the moment was a shrug. She’d never asked that before.

“I mean, I guess,” I said. “I had no intentions of going anywhere.”

It felt like a loaded question. Maybe she was trying to get me to admit to day drinking. Cory emerged from the hall at that moment to save me from the wintery stare of his wife.

“Babe, I think Aiden’s backpack is still in his room,” Cory said. “The one in the closet?”

I saw Sherri roll her eyes as she grabbed the lunch bag from the bar.

“That’s his old one,” she told Cory. “There’s holes in the bottom of it from where he drags it on the ground. He has the new one at school with him. Do you not remember? I bought him the Spider-Man backpack last weekend?”

I glued my eyes to the screen of my phone. The tone had already crept into Sherri’s voice.

“Oh, right,” Cory said. “Do… you want me to throw the other one out?”

Sherri shook her head. I noted her eyes as they darted over the full trash can.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said.

I saw Sherri motion around the kitchen.

“Look, I don’t mind if you’re not job hunting today,” she told him, “but if you’re going to be home, could you at least help me clean some of this stuff up? There’s the dishes, and I’ve got a load of laundry that’s probably full of wrinkles now and–“

“Hey, I’ll take care of it, babe,” Cory assured her.

I wasn’t looking at them, but I could feel Sherri’s eyes when she glanced at me and then back to her husband.

“Well, I need to get to work,” I heard Sherri say.

Cory guided her toward the door to the garage. I could hear the way their voices grew lower as they went, and I pretended not to notice. I scrolled through minutiae on my phone and leaned on the bar. In just a few minutes it’d be over. I made a mental note to maybe show up a little bit later in the future. It was a sad thought, but things felt so awkward around the two of them now. I distantly hoped that I wouldn’t become that way, if or when I ever settled down. The idea itself dissipated. That future seemed so far away.

I heard the engine of Sherri’s SUV before the door to the garage closed, and then Cory appeared at the bar in front of me. I looked up at him. He simply offered me a shrug.

“Well? Shall we?” He offered.

I nodded toward the rest of the kitchen.

“You sure you don’t wanna tackle the chores first?” I asked him with a grin.

Cory waved his hand. “Been tackling them all week. I’ve got all day.”

I stuffed my phone in the pocket of my shorts and followed Cory toward the corridor on the opposite side of the kitchen.

Though it had become a routine for the past couple of months, the sense of relief still fell over me descending the carpeted steps to the basement. My hand slid down the flat rail to the landing and down another flight of steps into the room below the house. The comfort seeped into my very skin. While the house above may have seemed like a middle class playpen, the fully furnished basement was a different story. I grew excited just seeing the plush couches and the pool table. The flat screen was still tilted on the wall. The air felt so much cooler and easier to breathe in.

Cory wasted no time fetching a pool stick from the wall. I didn’t immediately join him. I found the remote to the TV and brought the gigantic screen to life, then stood debating whether or not to find the PlayStation controllers somewhere in the shelving on the wall. Instead I used the remote to find some music. A thought occured to me.

“Should I go back up and grab us a few beers?” I asked.

Cory grinned but shook his head.

“Dude, it’s not even nine yet,” he said.

I reached for another pool cue from the wall.

“Not really seeing your point,” I added.

Cory began racking the balls on the table.

“We should at least wait until Sherri is at work,” he told me. “Never know when she’ll forget her water bottle or something, you know?”

I nodded. I knew all too well.

Cory stood and began chalking the tip of the stick in his hand. He turned his brown eyes toward me. I already knew what he’d ask.

“Seriously, there’s no spots opening up?” He asked.

I shook my head. “None. They are actually letting people go. Thinning us out. If I hadn’t already been there for ten years, I’d be worried that I’d be out of a job man.”

Cory grimaced, his dark goatee pulling across his thin face.

“Sherri’s been on my ass about finding something,” he said. “I feel like a piece of shit, you know? If it weren’t for her parents helping out I don’t know how we’d make it.”

I watched Cory ready himself at the table, bending to line up his shot to break the set. To see the guy worry at all was unsettling. He was a handsome guy, in shape and easy going, and it felt like he should have been coming home in a suit kumar siteleri instead of hunting for manufacturing jobs.

“I know you don’t want me to say it,” I started.

“So don’t say it,” Cory said.

A loud crack filled the room as the cue ball slammed into the others on the table. I watched the numbered balls bounce about, never seeming to find a place to rest. Cory stood, adjusting the slim fit tee that he wore.

I continued. “You probably would have been better off making guitars.”

Cory looked at me and sighed.

“Well, that isn’t an option,” he said. “I was fired. Besides, it’s not as magical as it sounds. It wasn’t like I was some luthier huddled over a workbench and creating the next masterpiece, dude. It’s all mechanical and industrialized now.”

I grinned at him. “Yeah, but for that money I wouldn’t give a shit if I was churning out replicas. Beats driving a forklift, man.”

Cory missed his shot near the far corner pocket and stood to stare blankly at the felt on the table.

“I dunno,” he said. “I need something. I don’t care what it is at this point. I can’t stand being in limbo for this long. And each day it seems like Sherri gets more and more bitter. I think she deserves to be.”

I leaned over the table, letting the glossy stick slide over the webbing between my forefinger and thumb. Emptying my mind, I drew the path of the balls in my head and drove the cue forward. The solid ball was knocked perfectly into the side pocket. Only then did I consider Cory’s words.

I looked at him.

“How is she?” I asked. “I mean she doesn’t even say hi to me anymore. I feel like an intruder every time I come over now.”

Cory chewed his lip.

“Hard to judge her,” he told me. “I know it sounds pathetic but she has every right to be a bitch to me. She stayed home with two kids for so long while I was working all day. Has to be hard being the only source of income now.”

I nodded and leaned against the wall.

“Her mom still filling her head?” I asked as plainly as I could.

“No,” Cory answered. “They talk, but I don’t think she’s hung up on the cheating thing anymore. It’s been years ago, and she knows my every move by now. Uh… most of them, anyway.”

I moved toward the table, not responding. I steadied my next shot, hoping that we’d work through the “woes of the week” segment and move on. Though I felt for Cory, I hated seeing him this way.

“It’s never been the same though, Jeff,” he said. “She still looks at me a certain way. Like I’m another thing to look after. And she doesn’t show much interest in me. She doesn’t really touch me or talk to me like we used to.”

I cracked the cue into another solid colored ball and watched it bounce from the corner just shy of its mark. I looked up at Cory but remained silent. I tried to remember a time long ago when Sherri had been in this room right beside us, drinking far too much for her weight class and being rowdy. Those memories seemed to be all in black and white now. I wished for another reality, but hoped that Cory would soon let the worries of his everyday life fall away and enjoy the day.

“Well, she probably is exhausted, I guess,” I said, trying to be helpful. “Being a mom is full time, right? I know she’s hotheaded but she hasn’t slammed the door in my face yet.”

Cory chuckled. “Count your days, bud. Won’t be long she’ll be as sick of you as she is of me.”

I watched him as he bent across the table with the cue in his hand. Disturbing thoughts rushed through my head, but I chased them away. I watched a striped ball fall into a pocket across the table.

“She packed a lunch,” I said.

Cory stood, examining the table for several seconds before his lush green eyes met mine. The music in the room was no match for the silence that ensued between us.

“I saw that,” was all Cory said.

I stared back down at the felt on the table. A tickle of excitement began writhing up through me.

“Maybe she won’t crave Subway again this week?” I suggested.

Cory tilted his head, his lips becoming a firm line. I couldn’t tell if he was lining up his next shot or considering the probabilities for the rest of the day.

“You know Sherri’s impulsive,” he said, bending over the pool table. “She could still want to meet up.”

The ball that Cory fired across the table ricochetted off of two others, and he winced before turning away. I saw his eyes dart over mine before he stepped aside and placed his stick with the others near the wall.

“Not worth a damn at this today,” he explained as he stepped toward one of the couches. “Let’s just… find something to watch.”

I grinned, but placed my cue in the rack on the wall as well. I flopped down beside Cory on the couch, welcoming the comfort of the cushions. It was nicer than any single piece of furniture in my apartment, even my bed. Slumming it on this couch for months on end had been a running joke between Sherri and I, but if it ever came to that I knew it wouldn’t be the bahis worst thing. Cory was already mashing buttons on the remote, killing the music and surfing for a show to stream.

I knew he was killing time. His knee bounced up and down beside mine. All he wore was a simple tight Tshirt and basketball shorts. I tried not to let my mind to wander too much. It was always better that way. I kept my eyes up and on the TV. Cory did the same, filing through the thumbnails that dashed across the screen on the wall.

A daring thought occured to me, and I couldn’t keep it from slipping free.

“How long… has it been for you guys?” I asked.

I looked over at Cory. He didn’t look back. I saw him swallow and take a breath.

“W-what, in bed?”

I waited, unsure if it was too far.

Cory made a face. “A while. She doesn’t….”

He rubbed at the short hairs of his goatee. I silently cursed my own stupid mouth. In all the weeks I’d been in this very room, I’d never asked something so forward. It was done, though, and all I could do was watch Cory wrestle with the answer.

“She hasn’t been interested in that in a long time,” Cory finally said. “It’s all just routine now. Same thing every morning. Same thing every night. I mean… I don’t know, I try… but I know what time she gets tired. I guess I know better. It’s just not the same.”

I licked my lips. “Sorry, man, I didn’t mean–“

“No, you’re good,” Cory told me. “You know her. You remember how she used to be. It was actually… embarrassing at one time how into it she was. She could get wild. And weird.”

Images I couldn’t erase flew through my head. Back then I’d felt like a third wheel. The nights in this basement, before it was even finished, with nothing but blacklight and neon illuminating everything. The blaring music still rang in my ears. I could still see a younger Sherri dazed by alcohol. Her huge smile seemed a permanent fixture then. I wondered if it were the same girl, dancing in my memories wearing hardly more than her bra. Awkward times felt so distant but warm. I remembered many nights that I had to retreat upstairs. Sherri would just climb into his lap….

“I might have fucked all that up,” Cory told me. “Or maybe it’s just life, and kids, and marriage.”

I grinned, hoping he’d see it.

“You’re really selling this ‘settling down’ thing, you know?” I said.

Cory smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get your invitation to real life sometime, Jeff.”

“Got enough of it here to go around, man,” I replied.

I felt the vibration from Cory’s leg from a foot away on the couch. He dug for the device in his shorts and looked at the screen. Soon after, his fingers were darting across the thing while I tried not to watch in silence. My own leg began to shake up and down. I stared at the TV screen on the wall and pretended to read the description of the series Cory had almost selected.

“Sherri’s at work,” Cory said.

A tiny burst of excitement numbed my chest. I glanced over at Cory. He continued to stare at his phone. The silence in the basement was now deafening. I rubbed my hands along my shorts. A wet pool formed on my tongue. My mind was already spinning.

Cory set his phone to the side on the arm of the couch. His eyes found mine. There was a lot to unpack there. I saw much of the same weariness that I’d found in his wife’s eyes earlier. Looking deeper, there were bits and pieces of so much more. The expression was a cocktail of varying flavors, all distinct but warping together into a singular potent emotion.

His lips parted, and I saw his tongue peeking at me from just behind his perfect teeth.

“What… what do you want to do?” He asked.

I could feel the rush of nerves in his body. The same sensation swept through me. His huge brown eyes watched me. Mine began to drift downward. Through his tight Tshirt I could see each hard curve of his body rise and fall with his every breath. I couldn’t resist a glimpse at his blue basketball shorts. The fabric just draped itself over his legs. I could see the shiny surface of the material moving, twitching.

“I’ve got a hunch,” I told him, trying to steady my breathing, “that you might be able to guess.”

I could tell that a chill slithered its way down Cory’s back. He bristled, blinking his eyes and rubbing his hands across his shorts.

“It’s still so early,” he pointed out. “We… have all day.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t even have to look down to see his shorts moving on their own.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “But do you really want to wait?”

My hand was reaching before I even willed it to do so. First my fingertips slid over his thigh, then my palm. I squeezed, amazed at how tight his legs were. I looked Cory in the eye. I heard his breathing change. I kept groping until my fingers found what they were searching for.

Even as my hand closed around it through the silky shorts, Cory’s flaccid dick was throbbing erratically, swelling in my fingers. I squeezed and tugged at it through his shorts. Cory shifted in the cushions. I kept fondling him, unable to decide between staring over at him or watching the thing take shape beneath his clothes. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath those shorts. That much I could tell, and I knew it was deliberate.

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