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He got the call when he was on the freeway coming home from work. Instantly he winced, worried that she was calling to change plans, only to realize it was exactly that.

“Honey,” he answered, doing his best to hide his disappointment. Instantly she was apologetic.

“I’m soooo sorry, honey. I had the worst day at work. We had to lay off two people and you know who that job got pushed to. You know how much that stinks, laying off people who have really been working hard all so the higher ups can get a better country club membership?

“It’s ok, I know there are days like those. I’m kinda tired too,” he lied.

She was a good woman and he was lucky to have her. In addition to being a great wife, amazing lover and a better companion than he ever could have dreamed, she was a driven worker. Six months to the day she began work at Feldman & Feldman Financial, she was promoted to the post of Regional Senior VP, a spot most people spent lifetimes envying. Despite the time and energy she ceded to her job, their relationship prospered. They shared duties around the house and he learned to enjoy cooking for her now and then. Many evenings she would come home from a twelve hour day at the office to find him asleep in the bedroom, the house thoroughly cleaned and her dinner waiting for her in the oven.

Today she was home earlier and he saw her lying on her back, still dressed professionally in her business attire, on the bed. Her hands were clasped over her stomach and her eyes were closed. Trevor knew she was awake by the steady breathing of her chest. She was practicing the meditation exercises she learned.

When he entered she didn’t move, only acknowledged his presence with a slight smile and a “Hi, honey.” He returned the greeting and she added, “Sorry about tonight.”

“Oh, that’s all right, I’m perfectly capable of making dinner myself.”

“I’ll have some of yours when you do,” she half joked.

Instead of leaving he sat behind her to prop her shoulders on his knees. She acquiesced and spread her arms, allowing him to rub her shoulders. Eventually her suit jacket came off and he unbuttoned half her blouse. The sight of her large breasts pressed beneath her bra excited him and he knew she felt him erect beneath her. He made to take off her shirt but she stopped and made him rise.

Her eyes opened lazily and she directed, “Take off all your clothes.” Never seeing this side of his wife before, he did as commanded. Though she had seen him naked hundreds gaziemir escort of times he felt nervous, as if he were on display. When he relieved himself of his underwear she saw his erection. His cock hung thickly between his strong thighs, a subtle smile appearing on her face.

She divested herself of her skirt, spread her legs and had him kneel at the foot of the bed between them. Their love life was fulfilling and he enjoyed pleasing his wife but tonight something felt different. Her lower body undulated and he quickly recognized the familiar scent of his wife’s ardor. It was one he’d grown to love, one that never failed to excite him.

Like a puppet on a string, he tore at the pantyhose that covered her, exposing the smooth flesh underneath. A warm sigh showed her approval. She wore the light blue cotton panties he’d gotten her as a gag gift years ago. She was used to wearing much sexier underclothes, making the panties in front of him look so virginal.

Slowly he placed two firm, closed mouth kisses in the center of the material, hearing a murmur of impatience after each. She was fully reclined, her eyes closed, brow slightly furrowed, caught up in the complete relaxation she was feeling.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, he pulled at the cotton, tearing the fabric with a visceral rrrrip! In that one moment her body froze and he felt her sex beneath him. Its warmth emanated against him like hot vapor.

He boldly kissed her, his mouth stretching to her hole to her clit. Heavy breaths from his nostrils alerted her tiny nub.

“Oh God….Yes….Finally….,” she moaned lewdly.

This was unlike his normally reticent wife. Though no stranger to enjoying herself sexually, he had never seen her so open about it.

“God…,” she moaned. “I needed this all day…couldn’t get it off my mind.” She reached beneath her to stroke his hair. She was damp before he even touched her and he wondered how long she had been this way. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to masturbate at work, she even called to tell him about it sometimes, but for her to go without when she was this needy was unusual.

He’d been in this position many times and knew her pussy better than she did herself. She enjoyed long, slow strokes that caressed her labia and she preferred when he made good use of his lips. Her clit was usually very sensitive so he learned to take his time with it. Rather than rush to it and throw off her orgasm, he gelibolu escort teased. It was the center of her pleasure and he learned to appreciate it as a man should. He’d seen how intense her orgasms could be when it was approached the right way.

She seemed to be enjoying it more as her pussy pressed against his face and rotated against him. Her juices were smeared across his face and her hand on the back of his head kept him in place against her. This was a side he’d never seen and it excited him. His prick erected and pressed against the bedsheets.

“That’s it,” she babbled to herself. “Just don’t move honey…your tongue..oh yes…like that.”

He worked to keep up with her, his mouth moving quickly over her sex to match her movements. Soon she was covered in her juices and began blatantly masturbating right in front of him.

“Hold on honey,” he warned. “Don’t rush it, it will happen…”

She paid him no mind, only pressed her pussy harder against his mouth, cutting off his air. Her head rolled back and her back arched. He felt her legs wrap around his neck, using his shoulder for balance as she lifted off the mattress. What had happened to work to make her act like this?

Though she kept herself well shaved, she preferred to keep a small patch of fur above her clit. He’d always enjoyed the soft feel of her hair beside her smoothly shaven skin. When he pressed his mouth to her it reminded him of how close he was. The fragrant hairs tickling his nose aroused him and made him realize how close he was to his woman.

His lips and mouth were covered with her juices and now, hovering just before her orgasm broke, she flowed freely. It was thick and sweet and flowed slowly down his throat. He swallowed eagerly, savoring the warm taste.

With her hand on the back of his head, she brusquely rubbed herself over his face.

“There, there…that’s it…,” she said and let loose with a deep, guttural moan. Her juices flooded from her sex, drenching him. He reveled in the feel of his woman, her come dripping down his face. She bucked and cried and slowly her orgasm receded, eased with soft kisses and gentle licks along her labia, against her pussyhole and on the damp mound above her clit.

“Thank you…thank you,” she panted heavily, catching her breath.

He moved to lay behind her, his pants discarded and cock stiff. As he rolled to his side it pressed against her and sought out her warmth. Warm cuntjuice dripped gemlik escort onto his ripe cockhead and he heard only a gasp. “Honey,” she begged. “Just a second…please…let me catch my breath.”

Undeterred, he mounted her. For a moment she struggled then gave in when the heated length of his member pierced her opening and she let out a brusque moan.

He looked down at her, face ruddy with exertion, bangs held to her face by a thin coating of sweat and drove deeper. Her hands reached to him but he grabbed her wrists and held them taut above her head, causing her breasts to swell.

“Don’t move,” he warned. “I want you and I will have you.” Her only answer was a warm breath he recognized as one of anticipation.

Her pussy was wetter than he was used to and his cock slid in and out of her with no resistance. It held him tight and he felt the head swell almost painfully as he enjoyed her sex. Juices collected on his balls, dripping down his thighs and between his legs. A wet slapping sound filled the room with each drive into her.

“Greedy little slut, wanting nothing more than a mouth on your pussy getting you off.” He scolded and she nodded happily. “Your pussy is mine, here for my pleasure. You will make me come because that’s what you’re here for.” He reached down, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to answer him. Her eyes were wild, untamed. She looked close to the breaking point.

“Yes…oh god, yes. Please Trevor, fuck me. Use me. Make yourself come.”

The words pushed him beyond his control and he felt his seed well up within him, forcing him to the edge. That she was broken and begging appealed to him on the most primitive, animal level and he took her violently, his cock slamming against her exhausted cunt.

His balls were sore with urgency and he filled her insides with precome, readying for his eruption. One final stroke out of her body pushed him and she watched as his cock, positioned between her parted thighs, launched a thick stream of pearly ejaculate. It shot above her before landing to coat her breast, chin, lips and cheeks. The sound of his groan made her very warm. It was the sound of unbelievable relief, a deep groan that spoke of how badly he needed this release.

It was longer than he was used to, his orgasm churning out two, three, four more loads that pushed out of his body, each accompanied with a gasp that affected her deeply. Despite his rough words, she never felt so close to him. This man that had serviced her so selflessly then took her greedily, had opened her. Tears began to collect as the final twinges of her body passed. She closed her eyes, weeping softly and, with her legs spread and cunt worn, she slipped into a sleep that warmed her heart. Never had she felt more at peace.

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The clear waters roll gently over the shallow gravel beach, the edge breaking on countless smooth stones before sinking away to be forgotten.

Further away, the lake’s bank is crowded by trees; those at the edge have been pushed out until it seems they must fall. Gnarled roots reach out and cling desperately to the crumbling verge.

Earlier, the mid-autumn colours had rippled over the water, blushing along the steep inclines in an impressive display. Now the sun is lower, staining the drifting clouds with the last rays of pink, and casting the trees in silhouettes.

We’ve been sitting on a grassy slope, letting the silence engulf us, stretching out uninterrupted into the surroundings. Your arm is pressed to mine, fingers twined together. Your head rests on my shoulder as we wait.

As even the dusk fades, soft illuminations glimmer around us. Pale lights settle in the grass and float in the air, and soon a million fireflies are dancing, tumbling around us in a swirling swarm.

I squeeze your hand, taken by the beauty. Lying back, I watch as stars seem to roil in the heavens. You lie down too, resting your head on my chest. Like that we watch the spectacle for what seems like hours. Endless movement mesmerises us.

Gently you turn your head, looking to kiss me. I tilt my head down, savouring the brush of your lips against mine. I wrap my arms about you, gathering you closer to me. You roll on top of me, wanting to be close. I seek your lips again, and you let me taste you as the yearning starts to grow in both of us.

I cup your face in my hands, drawing you into my kisses. You feel me swell against your hips as my tongue licks your lips, then delves inside to twist against your tongue. You ply your body to mine, hooking your legs around me to get maximum efeler escort body contact.

Lit only by the fluttering glow of the fireflies, I pull your head to my shoulder, pulling you as close as I can, whilst still slipping a hand down your neck and to the top of your chest where I slowly undo your top button.

My teeth sink into your shoulder, biting softly into your flesh. You shudder on top of me, opening your neck to me so the next bite is easier. My teeth find their way deep into the hollow of your collarbone, a rush of pleasure running down your back.

Having unbuttoned your blouse, my hands rove over you, pulling you firmly against me. They reach your shoulders where they push under your blouse. My palms press against the top of your chest, feeling your soft skin. I open your blouse over your shoulders, dragging your bra straps along as I push it down your arms, tugging it off your hands.

I run my fingers over your naked back, each pushing against you separately in a slow, gentle massage. Then my arms wrap around your waist. Our mouths together again, tongues lost in each other, your fingers find my top button and slowly make their way down.

As you do that, my fingers explore the backstrap of your bra. First they run along the edge, just pressing against you, then a finger slips underneath, running under the elastic. Slowly unfastening you, I slip the bra out from between us as you finish unbuttoning me.

You open out my shirt so that nothing comes between us as we make out. My hands push over your shoulders and down your back, returning along the side so that I can squeeze your breasts together as you squash them against me. We maintain as much contact as we can, only your cleavage separating us.

My hand moves elbistan escort to your hips, pushing your skirt over your bum. Lifting your hips, you let it slide between us, then shake it off. Wearing just your panties, you lower your hips to grind against me. As our hips meet, you once more feel the protrusion through my trousers.

The thin cotton shifts as you press against me, the creases rubbing pleasantly between your thighs. Your hands lower to my belt, eager to remove the barrier between your pussy and my manhood.

As you strip me, my hand holds the back of your head. Our faces are already pressed together, but I pull you harder against me, forcibly kissing you, then pulling at your lips. You encourage me, opening your mouth for invasion, and offering your tongue to be tasted. Our teeth lock momentarily before the kissing resumes, lust taking a deep hold on us.

Finally I’m naked, and you take your time to lower your womanhood to me. The wet patch is apparent against my cock as your juicy pussy burns even through your panties. You rub the moist spot over my cock, the pre-come welling up at the end of my penis also soaking into your panties.

I take your bum cheeks in my hands, feeling your muscles move with your grinding. You bend your knees so that you’re crouching over me, letting you grind harder against me, pushing your panties into the folds of your vagina.

I slip your panties over your bum, interrupting your grinding to pull them off. The cloth clings to your slit as I remove them. I bring them to my face, inhaling the scent you’ve spread all over it. I drop them next to my head, leaving them as a reminder of your horniness.

I lie still, waiting for you as your pussy descends to me a last time. This time there’s erciş escort nothing to get between us; it’s all your flesh pressed directly against mine. I give you an encouraging kiss before our hips meet. The sensation of your scorching skin is completely different. We’ve been wanting this moment, and it feels so special.

Your slit is wet as it brushes against my shaft, dipping to smear your aphrodisiac over me. Your soft lips spread, parting over my cock as you continue to coat it with your scent.

You sit up and I can just make out your pale form in the darkness. You place your hands on my chest as you continue to lubricate me. The tip of my penis catches in your entrance, and you know we’re ready.

You crouch over me again, your entire figure sliding over me. You slide down, searching for my cock with your pussy. My head presses against your slick folds. You push yourself lower, the resistance of your tight canal quickly succumbing to your natural lubrication as my cock sinks into you.

Sliding into you completely first time, I keep my cock inserted as I roll over, your back settling into the soft grass. Somehow the romantic night has turned into an impassioned rut as I take control of you.

You let you legs fall open for me. My penetration feels deeper with your legs spread further than necessary. I lie my body onto yours, sliding my entire body over yours as I penetrate your sweet sex. Your breasts compress against me each time I cram myself into you.

Each thrust into you shoves your hips against the ground. The impacts run through your entire body, but all you notice is the pleasure pounding aggressively between your thighs.

You realise the pleasure is taking over. My grunts tell you I’m ready to deposit my seed in you too. You loose control, ecstasy echoing over the lake as your body rises to meet my irregular thrusts, the wet, messy spray fired deep into you and settling at the back of your tunnel.

It’s an age before the orgasm dies, our spent bodies collapsing. You notice that even the fireflies are spent; their glow all but gone.

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She was kneeling down with her forearms resting on the bed, making her buttocks butt up into the air. She was spread wide open and between her legs I could see the damp curls of her pubic hair.

I had finger fucked her for a while and her cunt was hot and wet. She had forgotten her shyness. Now she was completely unashamed, wantonly spreading out her legs so her cunt easily opened out for me.

I got up and knelt behind her, pumping her still with an easy and steady rhythm. My fingers moved faster, alternately stroking her hard clit and pushing right in as far as I could go. Her gasps and moans filled the room, making my penis throb harder. She collapsed her arms, weakened by pleasure, and rested on her head on her right cheek, pushing her ass up even higher.

She started writhing her hips and cunt against my three fingers fucking her to a climax. I wanted to feel her coming with my cock buried deep inside her, so I moved in closer and fitted her tight hot ass against the inward curve of my groin. Holding her steady by her shoulders, I pushed my swollen cock deep into her. She bucked up, pushing herself back against me, making my cock fill her to the depths of her delicious wetness. I was in heaven, warmly buried inside of her and listening to her long drawn out groan at the ecstasy of being deliciously filled.

He climax burst out of her with a ferocious liquid explosive sound, sending a million tiny fingers stroking my cock within the pulsing grip of her throbbing pussy. Her hips jumped and pushed back against me as the waves of pleasure gripped her. Each grind against my hot loins was punctuated by a heartfelt moan that pulled at my cock, making it swell even bigger in her slick tunnel.

“Fuck me! Ohhhh…. Fuck ME! UghHhhhh.. Fuck me please”! Her voice was thick and tense with excitement as she encouraged me to pump myself into her throbbing insides.

“Oh God! It feels so gooood……Pump me please.”

I began fucking erdemli escort her, holding her firmly by her shoulders to keep her steady for each of my slow and deep strokes. On each stroke I pushed my cock in as deep as I could, feeling the entrance to her womb with each stroke. Naomi was going wild as our coupling genitals filled the room with liquid slurping and sucking sounds. She was groaning deep with each in-stroke, making me feel her pleasure and firing me up. I throbbed harder. My cock felt thick and tightly held as it deliberately traveled her hot cunt. Her unceasing pulses were milking me exquisitely, making me add my own groans of pleasure to the sexual noises that filled the small room.

I reached down between her legs without warning and suddenly caught her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger. I pinched and rolled it with moderate pressure, making Naomi writhe in wild pain-ecstasy. She came again, bucking and jumping her ass against my fuck tool, moaning and grunting. Sweat streamed of her shiny back, reflecting the overhead lights. She was happily unaware of this, totally lost in the hard driving cock that was relentlessly probing her insides and causing her so much pleasure.

She moaned my name out loud, making me throb harder and almost lose my tight control on the urge to come. My cock throbbed harder and larger, feeling like I almost had to force it into her narrow slit with each in stroke. I could feel my balls twitching with cum that was ready to blow. My sperm ducts were fluttering, causing ripples of agonizing pleasure course through my entire body. This was heaven!

“This feels so good. You make me want to come so bad,” I grunted as I slowed down my deep thrusts and gently brought her down from her orgasmic peak.

“Ohhhhhh… Ahhhhh…Ohhhhhhh… Ahhhhh… I feel so nice,” she moaned.

Her moans and sighs were music as I savored the feeling of my cock feeling nicely fatsa escort full in her well-fucked pussy.

” I will always fuck you well because you want to fuck me. Fucking you is a joy,” I said, as I slowly slid my slicked cock in and out of her wet pussy. “Would you like me to fuck you like this for the rest of your life”?

“Mmmm… Mmmm… Yes dear. Forever and ever. Just like that. Oh my God! Oh my God. Oh! Oh! I am gonna cum again! Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me!

I held back and just kept sliding my pulsating dick slowly into her throbbing slick hole. In and out, in and out, slowly and majestically letting my fuck tool take control of her willing flesh. Each in-stroke was a journey to heaven, the ultimate slide. Her pussy was alive, twisting and clutching at my thickened cock. I wanted her to come just from the sheer soft pleasure of having her pussy fucked smoothly and deeply and softly.

My efforts were rewarded with a loud despairing moan as the sweetness of my rampant cock drove her to unbearable heights of unrelenting pleasure, soft and indescribably sweet. Her orgasm this time was a joy to feel and see. She went all soft everywhere, warmly washing my cock in her warm juice. Her entire body shivered and vibrated, seemingly around my proud thick cock. She swung her head back and strained her head upwards desperately seeking my kiss. Her eyes were stoned with lust and soft with love and passion. I caught her by her neck and brought her round closer to my lips. I drove my greedy tongue inside her warm softness, fucking her with my tongue as I kept her coming on my cock.

She sucked me like her life depended on it, giving me her whole wet mouth and making unintelligible moans and groans. Her sopping, clutching pussy was bubbling and making loud bursting sounds as her pussy contracted and pulsed with explosive force. I started massaging her clitoris and suddenly increased the pace of my thrusts finike escort into her. With my other hand I reached round and pinched one engorged nipple, rolling and kneading it in accompaniment to my strokes. I wanted her to explode with the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.

My pace rapidly picked up until I was driving deep and hard into her with all speed and strength. Her body started to twist and jerk as she lost all control. Her moans and gasps merged into a continuous high-pitched keening sound that increased in urgency until it climaxed into a loud cry.

Her orgasm exploded within her, and I felt her clit disappear. I continued rapidly frigging her clit area. He pulsing cunt was locked tight around my cock but it felt almost frictionless as I drove in and out of her sex. Her come continued as she blasted into multi-orgasmic pleasure, rhythmically squeezing my cock and sucking it into her as her juices poured. I was high on her orgasm, feeding on the sexual animal that she had become. I was delighted that she was coming her cunt out.

I could feel my control going, my balls aching exquisitely with the force of my held back spray. I couldn’t hold back anymore and surrendered to her sweetness. I joined her, dancing the dance of orgasmic intensity. Dimly I could sense her body gather itself through her come as she sensed it and readied herself to accept my come.

” Here it comes baby, take it, take all of me” I grunted, all control going as the whole of my being coalesced into my cock. I could feel it grow even thicker and tighter as it took over my whole world. I felt it enter her womb pushing into heaven within her. Warm juice bathed the swollen head as she climaxed in response, making as come together.

“Ugh Ugh Ugh Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!……….Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ahhhhhhh………

My come blasted hot into her coming pussy, driving as both wild with intensity. We came together like wild animals, completely lost in the fire in our coupling genitals, lost in our expressed need for each other.

As I came down I turned my bosses face round for a soft kiss and settled down next to her, comfortable in our post orgasmic bliss.

“Next time,” she said with a fucked out smile, “I want you to come in my ass.”

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This is a side story I wrote could be something more or just a one time coupling, I’ll take your input once you’ve read it.

Edited by HJF

*

It had been another typical Friday evening on the train for Jeremy and he was glad to see the week at last come to an end, not to mention he was looking forward to meeting with his buddies once this infernal train finally reached his stop.

“Only six stops to go,” he reminded himself as both time and the train seemed to crawl along. The train was better than driving from his far suburb to the city and back each day. He knew it was far faster too, but still some days that hour seemed so much longer, and this was one of them.

He looked longingly up at the full seats on the upper deck from the lower deck seat he had begrudgingly taken. He usually rode up there mostly because it, surprisingly to most he was sure, allowed him more space than the lower deck benches did. Jeremy was a very tall guy and cramming himself into a lower deck seat for an hour was not his idea of fun, nor was it adding to his mood.

He continued looking longingly up at those seats as the train slowed to a halt again, driving his knees into the bench in front of him. As he silently cursed it he saw commotion above as young woman scrambled to leave the train, her stop seemingly having snuck up on her. Jeremy smiled; he knew why she was in such a rush. He had noticed her napping a bit in her seat he suspected if not for the jolt of the train she would have missed her stop completely.

The door opened and passengers filed out. Jeremy looked back at the upper row as it recovered from the commotion to see how many others had gotten off up there and whether he should ponder heading up. No luck, but it was then he spotted it; right where the young lady had been sitting was clipped a monthly pass. A pass he remembered seeing her put there.

Having once lost one of those before he sprang to action and pulled it off the clip. He flipped it over hoping it had a name and number so the conductor could get it back to her. No luck, so, seeing the passengers still filing out, he made a flash decision and quickly made his way toward the exit. Pushing through the vestibule door and down the stairs to the platform he frantically searched for the woman.

Now ordinarily this would have been extremely reckless as finding one person in the crowd that got off at this stop would have been near on impossible except that, though he tried not to admit it, he had been admiring this particular passenger since the train had left Chicago. That was how he knew she had placed the pass on the clip and it was also why he was sure he could find her in this crowd.

The biggest thing working in his favor was height, both his, being nearly seven feet tall it made it easy to find people, and hers, as he was sure she had to be close to if not taller than six feet herself. It did not take long before he found the mane of light brown hair hovering above the crowd. He made his way towards her, hoping to reach her before she reached her car.

His hopes of getting back onto the train were long gone after he had seen the crowd and had heard the chimes that signaled the doors were closing. As the crowd reached the parking lot it fanned out and Jeremy was able to speed up, but unfortunately so had his quarry. Both had long legs and he could tell she was in a hurry. Still, slowed by the crowd Jeremy watched her get farther away and just hoped he didn’t lose her, otherwise this gesture would not only be incredibly stupid, but incredibly useless as well.

He was pleased to see that she walked past the parking lot and kept walking toward some nearby apartment buildings.

“A walker,” he thought to himself. Fortune, it seemed, had smiled on him. She was still moving quickly, but knowing he had more time Jeremy waited to clear the crowd before putting on speed to catch up to her. As he quickened his pursuit of her a small part of his brain acknowledged that this might make the woman nervous if she were paying attention. After all he was a strange man, this certainly was not his stop, and now he seemed to be deliberately following her, which he was of course. Not for any sinister reason, but she had no way of knowing that. This was where being a big guy worked against him; in a lot of cases it kept him out of fights he didn’t want, but it also made him unnecessarily scary to strangers.

“You take the good with the bad,” he thought. He reminded himself of every time his size put him in a bad spot, as it did with surprising frequency. However, his query was no five-foot-nothing-ninety-pound gymnast. She was definitely over six feet tall and was definitely not overly thin. She wasn’t overweight either, but she had a happy medium working. She was a big girl and he could tell she could take care of herself.

Still afraid of losing her he sped up, but tried not to look too creepy.

“Yeah, like I know how to not be creepy,” he thought to himself and he was deep dörtyol escort into an inner discussion of how he could not be creepy when the woman, to his extreme surprise, turned to face him.

“What do you want?!” she asked in frustration, as lost in his thoughts he had not noticed she had slowed and he had nearly caught up to her. “It’s obviously not to rob or rape me or something or you would have done it already! And please don’t tell me you live around here because you don’t, I know my neighbors and you ain’t one buddy. You’ve been following me since the train and don’t think I didn’t catch you looking at me on the train. I admit it was flattering, but this is getting creepy. I’ve had a hell of a day, an even worse week, and things don’t look much better for the next few,” she said, looking extremely irritated.

Jeremy digested the information and gathering his thoughts, held up her train pass and said, “You, ah, left this on the train. Sorry to bother you it looks like you’ve had a rough week. It’s just I’ve misplaced one of those myself and I know what a hassle they can be to replace. So here,” He handed her the pass and said, “I’ll be heading back to the station now as, you’re right, this wasn’t my stop, I’m another five or six down the line depending on the train.”

“Well that was mighty stupid of you,” she said bluntly before he could finish and Jeremy just shrugged and went to make his way back to the station when she grabbed his hand, “I’m sorry,” she said in a much kinder tone. “That was rude of me, thank you very much, that was really nice of you. It really has been a rough week. It’s funny; you spend enough time getting dirt kicked in your face you almost forget what kindness is.” She then seemed to take him in. Afterwards she seemed to get an idea and smiled. “You got any plans tonight?”

“Not really, and if I did, my now several hour commute wiped any hope of getting to them. Why do you ask?”

“Sorry about that,” she said, very sincerely and looking a bit remorseful, before answering his question, “Well, because I’d like to take you to dinner, to say thanks I mean,” she said, adding the last part a little too quickly, and held up the pass to show why. She then added, “There’s this nice new place I’ve been dying to try, but I’ve never had the time or anyone to go with.”

He smiled, “That’d be nice, thanks.” He then asked, “This is going to sound odd but do you mind if we stop by your place first if it’s nearby? I really don’t want to take my work bag into a restaurant if I can help it, especially if it’s a nice place,” Jeremy said pointing to the bag he had somehow remembered to grab before sprinting off the train.

“Actually that sounds like a good idea. I want to change a bit too, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, but I think you look fine as you are,” he said, commenting on the skirt and short sleeve top she wore.

She gave an eye roll that clearly said a sarcastic ‘men’ and said, “You’re sweet but these are my work clothes. I need to get in something a bit more comfortable. They walked the short distance to her building but she stopped him at her door.

“Wait here, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I just want to straighten up.” Jeremy went to protest but the door had already closed.

He waited a few minutes before the door opened and she said, “Come on in, um…what was your name?” she asked bashfully, seemingly realizing she had just admitted a man whose name she did not know into her apartment

Jeremy smiled, “Jeremy, nice to meet you and you are?” he said, holding out his hand.

“Alicia,” she replied with a smile while shaking his hand. “Well, make yourself at home Jeremy. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

As Jeremy looked around the recently straightened apartment he was glad to find it not overly girly, there were several feminine touches for sure and it was clear a girl lived here, but not obviously so. He was really starting to like this girl, despite only just meeting her. Sure, their first exchange was rather tense, but that could hardly be helped given the circumstances, and he felt thus far their meeting had gone rather well. He certainly preferred having dinner with her than his usual Friday with his friends that usually involved going out for a movie or watching one at an apartment.

Thinking about his friends reminded him they still expected him to be out with them tonight. He sent them a quick message saying something came up and he couldn’t make it and that he would explain later. He knew they would understand. Not that he expected anything other than dinner, but still dinner with what he at least considered a pretty girl was preferable to the usual, even if it only went that far. The way things were going though, even in his limited experience, he was ready for anything. He wondered if this would be a night to remember, all because of a forgotten train pass.

He was smiling at that thought when Alicia at last emerged, wearing a causal light blue dress with düziçi escort her previously tied up hair hanging loose at her shoulders. The effect was magnificent

“Wow,” he said out loud before he could help himself. She smiled.

“Thanks, you ready to go?” she asked. He nodded and she led the way out of the apartment.

When they were outside he asked, “So where to?”

“It’s downtown, a block from the station, I figure we’d walk. It’s a nice evening after all.”

“Fine with me.” They walked in silence for a bit before he asked her about work, which she was not prone to talking about, so he asked her how long she had lived in the area.

It turned out she was new to the area entirely and had only been there a few months. She had uprooted for a job in the city earlier that year. She found she really liked the area she lived in, though. When they got to the restaurant, which was relatively upscale, not so much that they were under dressed, but enough that his usual Friday jeans and a polo shirt would have looked out of place. Fortunately he had needed to present something today so he had worn khakis and a dress shirt.

While they waited for a table she asked him about how long he had lived in the area and his job. He explained he had lived there his whole life, and explained his job in computers for a big company in the city. She seemed fairly impressed with at least the latter.

When they were seated Alicia immediately ordered some wine and an appetizer.

He smiled and she must have noticed because she said, “What?”

“Nothing, just interesting is all.”

“Oh and how is that,” she asked suspiciously.

“Well, either it has been a really tough week or you’re trying to get me drunk.”

She giggled, “Well, a bit of both I admit, but mostly the former. I’m also trying to run up the tab as revenge.” Jeremy looked at her confused and she added, “I’m going to use my boss’s card, I’ll explain later. That’s why the appetizer, well that and word is this place is good, but painfully slow and I’m starving.”

“Hey, I have no problems with it, it just says a lot about you, none of it negative in my book by the way.”

“Like what?”

“You know what you want, you’re confident, and a bit devious. All very sexy, plus I now know without a doubt you’re not one of those women that eats like a bird, also very appealing as I hate people like that. I understand it, but I hate it at the same time, you know?”

“Oh I know,” Alicia said relieved, “my boss that’s treating us to this meal is so like that. Skinny as a rail and she won’t eat a thing. I’m a big girl, always have been. I make no excuses for it, I don’t go over board either mind you and I try to watch my weight, but I need to eat when it’s time to eat.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Then after a pause he added ,”but now you have to tell me about work after taking a shot at your boss, the revenge dinner, and the wine.”

Alicia begrudgingly launched into the story about how she had moved with promise of promotion in a few months, a promotion which had been pushed back. Then this week she had learned that she wasn’t getting what she was promised and that a new guy, who Alicia had no doubt had earned his spot with his head under the boss’s skirt, was getting it instead. So she had uprooted her whole life, moved away from her family, and spent six months being treated like an intern all for a position she would never get.

“And what’s worse,” she said several minutes, the appetizer, and a glass of wine later, “Is that my effing perfect cousin is marrying my ex-boyfriend and I have no date and now no promotion to wave in their faces. I mean, how am I supposed to show my face at that thing now?”

Jeremy suddenly understood why she was so upset when he had first met her.

“Well, you seem like a good person so I suspect things will work out. Right now just take solace in the fact that you’re enjoying a nice dinner at a restaurant you’ve wanted to try, and that you’re getting revenge by slapping your rich slut of a boss with the bill.”

She smiled, and reaching across the table to take his hand she said, “Not to mention I have very nice company to share all of that with. Thank you for being so understanding. I’ve been quite bitchy tonight and I’m sorry.”

“Not at all, like you said you’ve had a few rough weeks. Now other than your so called perfect cousin, who’s far from it in my book if she can date your ex like that.”

“I know right? Thank you for saying that. No one in my family seems to understand why I’m so upset about it, but then again Jane has always gotten everything she wants, even my own parents sided with her,” Alicia said interrupting, then apologizing.

Jeremy paused before saying, “That’s okay. I, uh, was going to ask about your family, but now I’m not sure I want to.”

“No that’s okay, even if we’re having a small disagreement right now I still love them. They’ll come around eventually. Frankly edremit escort Jane and Joe deserve each other. She is a self-centered bitch only concerned with status and money, and he’s a rich pompous cheating asshole, they should get along just fine. I’m more angry that I fell for his lines is all. I just wish I had something to shove in their faces. I had hoped for a date, but that wasn’t likely as I had no time so the promotion was my next best thing and now that’s gone. Anyway, you asked about my family.”

Alicia explained she was a middle child with a brother that was married with two kids and a younger sister who was also married with one child and pregnant with her second. Both her parents were alive and lived in Colorado with the rest of her family. She said they all thought she was crazy to move from the mountain air, but Alicia decided she loved it out here. When asked if she felt pressure because of her siblings she said yes, but noted she was always more career driven, but she did want kids. She also pointed out she was only 26 and still had time before she had to worry about kids and stuff.

When asked about his family he told her about his two younger siblings; one, a brother just married, the other, a sister still in college. He told her flat-out pressure for grandkids was heavy on all of them but especially him and his brother. He then noted that like her he had plenty of time and wanted the right girl first, which his parents understood, or at least seemed to.

The dinner was very nice as was the wine they had drunk. As dinner wrapped he and Alicia walked back to her place, both to enjoy the air and so he could retrieve his bag. This time though they walked hand in hand. As he heard the click of her heeled shoes on the sidewalk he said,

“You know, I was surprised when you said ‘more comfortable’ that it involved heeled shoes.”

“True, but it was a nice place and let’s face it, I don’t get a lot of opportunity to wear them without feeling huge and unladylike. That’s nice at work when I need the power and confidence, but on a date? It just ruins it for me. It’s hard to feel sexy when you’re staring over your date’s head, no matter how sexy the shoes or your clothes. At least that’s my opinion.”

He stopped her and pulled her to him in a light embrace and looking down into her light blue eyes that matched her dress he asked, “How about now Alicia, do you feel sexy and ladylike?”

“Absolutely,” she purred and before he could think what he was doing he raised her chin, lowered his lips, and kissed her lightly.

“Good, because you are a very beautiful and sexy lady and you should feel that way as much as possible in my opinion.”

She gave no response and just stood there dazed for a moment and he let her go. After that they silently walked the rest of the way to her door. They still held hands, though, which he took as a good sign. She was silent until he reached her apartment and he had grabbed his bag and was about to say goodbye when she asked for him to wait.

“You…you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, you yourself said I was staring at you on the train, why else would I be doing that? Or chase after someone I barely know? I mean I’m a nice guy, and I’d like to think I would do that for anyone, but let’s be honest that decision wasn’t all made with my logical brain. Other brains were at work on that decision.”

She giggled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Then she smiled her devious smile and said, “In that case I need to ask you another favor and I think you’ll like it.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Well as I’ve mentioned I have a wedding soon and I want to wow people with my dress, kind of my silent revenge to my ex you know…” Jeremy shook his head in disbelief marveling at things women, or people in general really, would do after a bad break-up to impress their ex. He then nodded his understanding. “So I asked several of my friends to help me pick out an outfit that’s girl approved but I don’t need girl sexy, I need guy sexy. I bought a few nice dresses to show off for the girls, but now I can’t decide which is sexiest, I need a guy’s opinion. Will you help?”

Jeremy smiled, “Of course it would be my honor to aid you in your quest, dear lady,” he said in his most chivalrous tone.

She laughed then clapped her hands in excitement and hugged him before awkwardly stepping back and saying, “Right, so take a seat on the couch. I’ll be right out with the first option.”

The parade of several dresses then started. She showed off several of them while the wine followed for both parties. However, in both of their opinions she saved the best for last. It was a dress the same color as the one she wore to dinner, but fancier, much more low cut, and very form-fitting. It displayed Alicia’s ample tits and generous curves off in such a way there was no doubt that it was the best.

“But can I dance in it?” Alicia asked, turning on music and clearly under the influence of the wine, but then again so was Jeremy.

“I don’t know, let’s find out,” he said standing up, “May I have this dance?” he asked.

She of course accepted and for the second time he felt her beautiful body pressed against his. It was also clear certain parts of him were pressed against her.

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Early October

“Mary, seriously I can’t find anyone. It’s like every guy we know is in class or not answering their cell phone. You would think by offering guys some beer and a place to watch the playoffs, they would be willing to sit there with their shirt off and let me draw them.”

“Did you call Johnnie?”

“Yeah, he’s in class but he said he’d put out the word at TKE’s. If I don’t find someone soon I’m totally screwed.”

“I’ll see if I can find someone. I have to go to class now, but I’ll see you at TKE’s later for the party.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you.”

I hung up with Mary and waited for my coffee order to be up.

It was starting to get cold out now that it was early October. I was dressed in slouchy black wedge boots that came below my knees, jeans, a fitted white tank, and a black leather jacket in kind of a funky bicker style. A blue European style scarf was tied loose around my neck and my hair fell flowing around my shoulders, a few strands pinned back off my face.

“Non-fat latte, two sugars.”

Finally, I needed this if I was gonna get through the rest of my day. I turned around to find a seat. Instead I found someone smiling at me. Surprisingly it was Dean. He was standing before me with a wickedly sexy grin on his face that had made many girls melt before, and he knew it. I had known him since kindergarden. We had never really been friends, not running in the same crowd, but after thirteen years of school together, you get to know someone.

“Dean, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Arizona?” from the tone in my voice I was sure he could tell I was shocked to see him.

Dean continued to smile, “Good memory. I’m here for the game tomorrow.”

“Oh, right that makes sense.”

“You wanna sit for a bit? Catch up.”

I wasn’t sure what we were gonna say to each other, having never really had much of a serious conversation before, but I agreed anyway and we sat down.

“I over heard you on the phone. Sounds like you’re in a bind.”

“Ugh, yeah. I had an appointment and missed a class. The professor said I could make it up by drawing a friend, but I can’t get ahold of anyone.”

“Well I’m not doing anything until tonight. Johnnie’s in class, so I’m just chilling till later. I’m all yours as long as I get that beer and a chance to watch the game.”

“Are you serious? You would be saving my life. I have class for an hour, but we could do it right after.”

The sexy smile was back, “That works.”

Not wanting to blow my chance, I ignored Dean’s face and any intent that might be behind it. I took out a piece of paper and began to write. “Here’s my address and phone number if you get lost. See you at like 2:30?”

“Okay.” Dean was still smiling dangerously.

I stood up to and turned to leave. “Oh, I almost forgot, if you could wear some shorts that’d be great.”

***

I rushed home after class to change before Dean got there. Mary and I shared a house with some of her sorority sisters not far from greek row. It was convenient for getting to class and coming home from a long night of partying.

I pulled off my jacket, boots and skinny jeans and put on my ripped, worn, paint smeared, artist’s jeans. Next I put on a little Ice Cube to put me in the right frame of mind.

It was too weird to me that Dean was doing me a favor and that we were going to be alone together. Though I had known him forever, we had spent almost zero time outside of school together. I had been a studious, kinda shy, good girl and he was the bad boy. He always got himself into trouble. As we got older that meant drinking, drugs and cheating on whatever girlfriend he had at the time. It was a rebellion thing, Dean had always been nice and he was really smart, he just didn’t put much effort into school work. I always thought he had potential though.

As I got my sketching stuff together, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and found Dean standing there. He was wearing basketball shorts, as requested, and a sweatshirt. The look on his face had me puzzled though, it wasn’t his smart ass grin, more like something of question.

“Hey, did you find it okay?”

“Yeah.”

Still having the funny look, I had to ask. “What’s with the look?”

“You surprised me. I didn’t take you as a rap fan, I’m impressed with your taste.”

It made sense, why would the quite good girl like old school rap? “Well it’s not like you really know me.”

“True.” The grin was back, I wasn’t sure if I was more comfortable now because it was what I expected or less because I wasn’t sure what it meant.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “So, you want that beer?”

“That’s why I’m here.”

I smiled at him and handed him a cold one.

“You’re not having one?”

“Not why I work, maybe after.” Walking into the living area I flipped on the TV. “So there’s Phillys, Mets or Boston, Cleveland. I’m really more of an American league fan, but whatever you want to watch is fine.” Dean looked at me mystified. cumra escort “What?”

“You just surprised me again; your a girl who not only watches baseball but actually cares what game she’s watching. It’s a rarity”

“Ah, well between getting on the Mariner’s bandwagon during the Griffey, Johnson ear and watching Zach play baseball for the last twelve years, it kinda gets ingrained in you. There is nothing like a good baseball game on a warm spring day, it’ll fix anything. Plus the guys are hot.”

Dean laughed, his smile rightly in its place.

I asked again, “So, which game?”

“I’m good with Boston, Cleveland. Who are you rooting for?”

“Well I really hate Cleveland, they’ve killed too many Mariners’ playoff dreams. And not being a Yankee fan, I always love seeing Boston win. You?”

“I’m feeling Boston too.”

I pulled out a folding chair for Dean and placed it in front of the TV. “If you could sit backwards on the chair, arms rested over the back. Try not to move too much. If you need to get up or something just let me know. And if it’s not too much to ask, if you could loose your shirt and shoes that’d be great.”

Dean pulled of his shoes and then slipped off his shirt. While he was getting situated so was I. I unwrapped my scarf and bent over to flip my hair back and pull it into a ponytail. I sat down with my sketch pad, grabbed my charcoal and looked up at Dean. I found him staring at me. At that moment I regretted the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. My breasts are small and perky enough that I tended not to wear a bra unless absolutely necessary. The look Dean was giving me sent heat through my body and I instantly felt my nipples perk up. I knew he could see them through my white wife beater.

I cleared my throat, trying to break the awkwardness. “Um, if you could look forward that’d be great, so I can get your profile.” Dean turned and I felt a sense of relief. It was weird having him watch me, watch him. “Let me know if anything exciting happens so I can watch the replay.” Dean nodded in acknowledgement.

I thought I would feel more comfortable when I started to draw, but the more I stared at his body the more nervous I got. I’d never taken much notice of Dean, he was trouble so why even look right? But I had to look now. He had a nice lean, toned body that came with years of playing soccer. I tried to keep my stares to the artist’s perspective, but was failing miserably. There were several times that I felt he was watching my while my eyes were on my paper. He would move right back into position when I brought my head back up.

After a few poses I was done. Thank God. “You can move know, I’m done. I’m just gonna wash the charcoal off my hands.”

All cleaned up I stood next to Dean to watch the end of the game. Dean handed me his beer. I took a few sips and reached down to hand it back. At the same time Dean’s hand came up to my cheek and his thumb brushed across it. I jumped at his touch, surprised at how he burned my flesh.

“You have charcoal,” Dean said reassuringly.

All I could manage in return was a small, “Oh.”

Dean’s right hand came up to join the left and pulled me down to him. Our lips met in what was a surprisingly gentle kiss. Dean pulled away after a moment to look into my face, making sure it was okay. When I didn’t protest, he started kissing me again.

My mind swam with protest as the kiss deepened. Why aren’t I stopping this? What am I doing? This is such a bad idea. He is such a player. I’m gonna get totally used. Why aren’t I stopping? Ugh, cuz it feels so good and wrong. I haven’t looked at another man since Cam, let alone kiss one. I can do this, just let go and do this, just this once. It’s the perfect rebound.

The kiss turned forceful, Dean’s tongue pushing between my lips to get deeper. At the same time he brought his hands down to my waist, guiding me down to sit in his lap. I sat there, staddling him, hands exploring, lips and tongues entangled. Dean’s hands still rested on my waist, he pulled off my tank top and brought his hands down to cup my breasts. I moaned into Dean’s mouth as he stated to tweak and massage my nipples.

Slowly Dean’s hand’s moved down my stomach and unzipped my jeans. Reaching inside he began to stroke me. My head arched back in satisfaction. Dean continued to stroke, while I nipped and sucked at his ear.

Soon Dean didn’t have enough room to maneuver and I got up to strip out of my jeans and panties. Having full access now, Dean dove two fingers into my hot, soaking pussy. Dean’s fingers stroked in and out of me while his thumb worked my clit.

“Come for me. That’s it.” Dean continued to whisper encouragements, as I started to tense. His words made everything seem more wrong and only got me more excited.

Quivering and moaning I came hard all over Dean’s hand. Exhausted, I collapsed on Dean’s shoulder.

After a moment, we began to kiss again. I moved my way down his chest, kissing and biting. I had to have him, taste dalaman escort him. Now kneeled in front of him, I pulled down Dean’s shorts. I ran my hands up and over his legs, taking in the sight of his long erect cock. I licked my lips and dove my head down, taking him in between my lips. Sucking and licking, my hand played with his balls. I popped him out of my mouth and grabbed him in my hand, rubbing faster and faster. Finally I took him deep in my mouth and sucked.

Sure that Dean was close to coming, I removed him from my mouth and stood up. The longing to have him inside me couldn’t wait any more. I climbed back into his lap and positioned my pussy over his waiting cock. As I slammed down on him, Dean pushed up into me, making me let out a slow, “F-U-C-K.”

I moved up and down stroking Dean, his hands were on my hips helping me. My pussy was tight around him, pulling him into me deeper and deeper. I could feel Dean getting larger inside of me the closer he came to coming.

As I started to orgasm I felt myself clamp down on him and spasm. This set off Dean and he released inside of me.

***

So much for just once, I thought to myself. We had done it once more in my room. After a quick nap I had snuck out of my bed for a shower and was now drying my hair. Dean was still pasted out in my bed.

This whole thing is totally ridiculous. I mean what was I thinking. I guess I was thinking the whole thing felt fucking fantastic. But I was being totally stupid, it’s obviously going nowhere. It’s just a fling. I can do a fling.

I came back into my bedroom to get dressed. Okay, TEK’s tonight, party, what to wear, what to wear. I finally donned my skinny jeans, and black ankle boots. Still trying to decide on a top, I stood in front of my closet in my black bra, perusing my options.

“Hey, sexy.”

I turned around to look at Dean. He was laying in my bed, naked and looking good enough to eat. Just a fling, just a fling.

“Hey, if you wanna hop in the shower before we head over to TEK’s, I’ll go grab you a towel.”

“Soon. Come back over here.” The look on Dean’s face told me he had other ideas.

Resilient, be resilient. I turned back to the closet. I wanted to get a shirt on now more than ever. “I’m all dressed and you really should get cleaned up soon.”

Within seconds I felt strong, warm arms wrap around me. Dean pulled me into his chest and began to nibble my ear. His cock was hard against my back.

“You can not possibly be hard again.”

Dean chuckled lowly into my ear, “What can I say, you turn me on.”

Giving in I turned around and began to kiss him. After a moment I paused. “Go get your ass in the shower.”

I pulled away and walked past him, slapping him on the ass as I went.

“Yes Ma’am.”

***

In an effort not to hook up with Dean again, I left him as soon as we got to TEK’s and went to look for Mary.

“I need a drink now.”

“What, things didn’t go well this afternoon?” asked Mary, handing me her drink.

“No, no. Things went too well.” I quickly drained her drink and handed it back to the bartender for a refill.

“What the hell does that mean?” Mary studied my face. “Oh my God you hooked up.”

“How do you do that?”

“It’s a gift,” Mary said shrugging her shoulders. “I’m seriously shocked. It’s great you’re moving on, but really Dean? He’s hot, but well you know…” Mary trailed off, there was no need to finish her statement.

“I know. It was just a fling. Do me a favor, keep me away from him?”

“Sure, but we better hit the dance floor now cuz he’s headed this way.”

We moved onto the dance floor, grabbing the two guys standing next to us. I could see Dean watching me, smiling. Smiling, what the hell is he smiling for? It doesn’t matter because I’m not sleeping with him again.

Throughout the night I continued to stay away from, but would still see him smiling devilishly at me.

Finally he caught up to me. I was in the hall, coming back from the bathroom, when I felt someone grab me by the wrist and pull me into the nearest bedroom. I knew it had to be Dean.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” A predatory gleam flashed through Dean’s eyes.

“Yeah, well today was a mistake and I was just trying to keep it form happening again.” I tried to break Dean’s hold on my wrist, but was only met by more resistance.

“A mistake you made twice?” Dean chuckled deep in his throat.

“Ummm.” I knew I had uncertainty written all over my face.

“That’s what I thought,” he was laughing blatantly now.

I was pissed, him laughing at me like that, he knew what he was doing to me and liked it. “Well just because it was fantastic doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake. I’m not good with casual and you’re leaving. But more importantly you’re trouble.”

A little more serious, Dean retorted, “I’m not as much trouble as you think I am. Plus I think you kinda like it.” He was whispering in my ear now. “You like being with the bad datça escort boy.”

He was right. It did turn me on. Dean had slowly backed me up against a wall, his hands running along my stomach. Then he grabbed me firm behind the neck and crashed his lips on to mine, tongue thrusting into my mouth. He moved his way down my neck, finding the spot that made my knees give out and my mind go blank.

I struggled to make my head focus, becoming consumed by feeling. Eventually my brain was able to form words, “W-we shouldn’t be doing this here. Who’s room are we in?”

“Johnnie’s, we’re cool.” Dean’s breath was hot on my neck, causing me to sink into him.

“What if someone comes in?”

Dean looked at me with a familiar wicked smile and said, “That’s what makes it exciting.”

We can’t do this here. We shouldn’t be doing this at all. Before I could voice my concerns and stop the encounter all my thoughts were out of my head again as Dean started kissing my neck.

Soon Dean had taken my jeans and panties off and I had my legs wrapped around him, back still against the wall. I needed him inside me fast. The idea of someone walking in made the need increase tenfold. Dean’s lips were expertly exploring my nipples. He’d suck, lick and flick them into oblivion and then move on to the next and back again. He had me pulling at his hair and gasping.

Wanting more, I reached down and released Dean from his jeans.

Teasingly, Dean placed his penis at my entrance and rubbed. He was so smooth running over my lips and clit. I began to shudder before he even entered me. Taking me totally by surprise, Dean thrust into me in one fluid stoke. I shouted.

Not trying to be subtle at all, Dean fucked me hard. Each time we slammed into the wall making me moan and scream. His grunts were equally as loud.

“Oh god, someone’s gonna hear us.”

Dean chuckled into my ear, “That’s the point.”

The thought made me gush. Someone walking in and seeing him fucking me hard against the wall, it was so dirty and so hot.

I started to hear people in the hall, making me tense and come closer to orgasm. Dean sensed this and started banging me harder into the wall, drawing more attention to us.

Then we heard voices right outside the door. “Someone’s coming and they’re gonna see me fucking you.” Just then the door knob turned and in walked Johnnie. He stood there, shocked, watching Dean fuck me.

Between Dean fucking me and Johnnie watching us I couldn’t hold on any longer.

Realizing what he was seeing, Johnnie said something like damn and walked out, but not before Dean said, “That’s right, come for me.” As he did, I exploded, clamping down hard around Dean and pulled him into me. My fingers raked along Dean’s back in agony.

My spasms set Dean off and he shot inside of me.

Not able to stand any more, Dean brought me down to the floor. We sat there totally wiped, half naked and panting. Dean brushed away the hair stuck to my sweat covered face and grinned at me. “Who knew you were such an exhibitionist.”

Shocked at his remark, I quickly got defensive, “I am not.”

Dean chuckled, “Are you kidding? It totally turned you on.”

I had the intense urge to hit him, instead I buried my furry and gathered myself off the floor and began redressing, I was totally mortified. “So, thanks for the sex, but it’s not happening again.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Dean was laughing as I walked out of the room to go find Mary. I needed to go home now.

***

“Seriously Mary, he’s the guy that would show up to all school events drunk or high. He’s the guy that cheated on that really sweet Mormon cheerleader girlfriend of his. I mean I don’t even remember seeing him in school half the time. He goes to the University of Arizona for God sakes.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” she muttered, more to herself than me. “Then what’s the problem?”

I groaned, “The sex is the problem. He’s totally gotten under my skin. It’s like he knows what I want even when I don’t.”

Mary laughed at my predicament, “So I guess that means you’re not coming to the party, because you’re afraid you’ll see him and sleep with him again.”

“Yeah.”

“Suit yourself, I on the other hand am gonna go get drunk.” Mary smiled at me, jokingly as she walked out the door.

I grabbed a beer from the kitchen and walked into the living room, turning on the stereo on the way to the couch. I let the beer wash over me, mellowing me out, the angry rap saying what I couldn’t. I was starting to relax when there was a furious knock at the door.

Realizing the noise wasn’t coming from the music, I went to answer it. Dean stood there, grinning at me, heat in his eyes. I didn’t say hello, instead I rolled my eyes at him, took a long swig from my beer and headed back into the living room. “I’m not fucking you again,” I called back to him.

Dean roared with laughter, “Why not?”

I turned to look at him, dead serious, hoping he’d get the message, “Because if we do this much more I’m going to get attached and getting attached to trouble isn’t a good idea.”

Dean sat in the chair next to me, but leaned in towards me, obviously set on changing my mind. “I told you, I’m not trouble. And what if I want you to get attached? What if I’m attached?”

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Chapter Four Peek Aboo, I See You

“Oh, I love that story. I love it when you get really excited and just ram your cock into me really hard and just sort of take me.”

“Well I think you were sort of asking to be taken in that story.”

“Like I’m asking to be taken now. Let’s go to the washroom and you can fuck me hard and fast.”

“I love it when you talk dirty. But no, we are not going to the washroom here. Anyway, I have another story to tell you.”

“Oooooooo,” you say, pouting. “What’s this story about. Let me guess – I bet it’s one where I give you a blow job.”

“No, not exactly. There is some oral sex involved, but the point of this fantasy is about being watched as we make love.”

“Hey, I like that idea. Are we outside?”

“No, in a hotel room. But I have a question: If you were in a private space but you knew that unless you took precautions, like closing a blind or something, someone was very likely to see you, would you have sex?”

“You mean without closing the blind?”

“Yes.”

“Well, not usually, no. But would I be tempted occasionally to pretend I’d forgotten to close the blinds? Hmmmm, possibly.”

“Just possibly?”

“Okay, you know I probably would.”

“That’s what I thought. That’s why I have this fantasy.”

“You mean, maybe this is really MY fantasy?”

“I’m thinking that’s likely, yes.”

“I think you’d better hurry up and tell me, sweetie.”

—–

In the city hotel where we usually stay are several rooms on virtually every floor where the bed is shoved sideways up against the window. I don’t mind that, actually, since I like fresh air when I sleep.

These rooms look across an empty space – actually there’s a courtyard at ground level – at facing rooms about 100 feet away. At one end of the space between these two wings of rooms – sort of like the base of the letter “U” – is the elevator shaft with facing banks of four elevators each. There are windows by the elevators that look out onto the same empty space you can see from the rooms, which themselves are just around the corner from the elevators.

If the curtains on the windows of these rooms are open at night, anyone stepping off the elevator can look out a window near the elevator çerkez escort and see right into these rooms and in particular could easily watch anything that was happening on the bed.

Now you are certainly not a prude, but nor are you an exhibitionist, except perhaps around me when you often can’t wait to get naked. However, around most people, even with your full figure that millions of men would find an instant turn on, you tend to dress rather conservatively.

But something seems to happen whenever we stay in this hotel, which isn’t often. When we do though, we ask for one of these rooms and as a rule no sooner is the door closed than you are tearing your clothes off and sprawling, gorgeously in the altogether, on the bed in full view of whomever might be getting off the elevator.

The first time we discovered this design quirk it was the morning we were checking out. And although you had me lick you as you lay spread eagle on the bed it’s really not possible to see into the room in the daylight. The second time we were there it was pouring rain. Someone might have seen into the room as we sucked and fucked on the bed but the window was too steamy to let them see much.

Tonight, though, is different. The night is clear and warm. We’ve actually opened the window fully so the view of whatever happens will be virtually unimpeded. We turn down the lights to make ourselves a little less conspicuous but still reveal just about everything you’d see on a high quality porn movie.

“Do you think anyone will notice us?” you ask. I catch the excitement in your voice and make a guess that you hope so. We returned from dinner an hour ago and have just stepped out of a languid bath, during which I shaved your pussy bare and smooth – all the better to eat you, my dear, I’d promised.

“Well sweetie, if they’re there I’m pretty damn sure they’re going to notice.”

We pile onto the bed, still clad in our hotel supplied robes, and begin necking and petting, slowly getting ourselves worked up for a long and loving night of erotic sex. I open your robe and kiss down your chest to your breasts, licking and sucking and biting the nipples until they are bullet hard. You do the same to me, only you keep going ceyhan escort until your lips around wrapped around my cock.

Much as I love your cock sucking expertise – and I truly do and you truly have it – this is a night more for you than me. I pull you up and roll you over.

“Let’s take off our robes,” I say. “If someone is watching we want them to see everything.”

Now we’re both naked, you on your back propped up by two pillows and me between your legs kissing and licking my way up from your toes to your thighs and upward to your pussy – which is already glistening with the wet juices of your excitement.

Because you are halfways sitting up you can both keep an eye peeled for voyeurs near the elevator and also watch what I’m doing between your legs – which, judging by the steady rocking movement in your pelvic region is doing pretty well. From time to time over the next 10 minutes or so my efforts are even rewarded with a groan of pleasure and bit by bit I feel you pressing harder against my lips and tongue which are now more or less glued to your clit.

“Oh gawd, I think there’s someone watching us.”

The suddenness of your comment startles me. I raise my head to look but the elevator window appears empty.

“I’m not sure,” you say, “but I think someone was there. He just ducked away when you looked up.”

Well, fine I think. This show isn’t for me, it’s for you – and them, if they’re there. I resume my licking, which now appears to have your undivided attention. Your hand is on the back of my head pulling me harder against your clit and your rocking motion is more pronounced.

“Oh gawd, yes, right there, sweetie. Oh you’re going to make me cum like that. Oh gawd, oh gawd, I’m going to cum.”

And so you do, wonderfully and rather noisily, just the way I like to see you enjoy it..

Now here’s a fact. As you orgasm against my tongue you’ll try to squirm away from me. But if I stay with your writhing pussy and keep licking and I can usually coax a second and more powerful orgasm in about five minutes. And sometimes even a third.

So tonight I stay with you through the first orgasm, which from all vocal accounts seems a pretty good one. I feel you begin to calm down ceylan escort and your rocking pelvic motions slow down to a steady rythym. Bit by bit, though, as I continue to lick you, you build towards a second climax. And then . . .

“There is someone watching. I can see him clearly. . . .He’s watching us. . . .”

Without altering the steady thrum of my tongue on your engorged little clit I look up at you. Your eyes are glued on the elevator shaft window.

“Oh sweetie, gawd he’s looking right at us. . . .”

Whoever is watching you being tongued to another orgasm must know you know you’re being watched.

“Oh gawd he’s going to see me cum. . . . “

And lucky for him. He’s about to witness a beautiful woman at the absolute pinnacle of sexual pleasure.

“Oh gawd, oh gawd, I’m going to cum. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

I’ve licked you to orgasm dozens and dozens and dozens of times but never have I experienced the intensity of the orgasm you appear to have tonight. You scream and cry and shudder and shake and writhe all over the bed as I struggle to keep my tongue locked on your little clit.

And then with a final “Ohhhhhh gawwwwwd” you slump backwards, exhausted, satisfied, spent, happy.

I crawl up beside you.

“He saw us, you know. He saw me cum. Gawd, it was fantastic.”

“Do you suppose he’s still watching.”

“I don’t know, but I want you in me. I want you to fuck me.”

And oh boy do I want to fuck you. But our audience, if we still have one, hardly wants to see that happen. What they want is to see you fucking me. I roll you on top of me and my cock pushes easily into your wet pussy. You feel so warm and slippery.

From the elevator window this must be an incredibly beautiful sight – your red head back, your big bouncy breasts bobbing with each stroke, your round ass undulating over and around my cock as I grab the cheeks.

We fuck gently at first, savoring the moment we’ve just experienced for perhaps five minutes or more. But then I’m just too horny to last and I pick up the pace until I eject my gobs of cum deep inside you. Slowly you collapse on top of me.

I can see the elevator window from where I’m lying on the bed. No one is there. To bad. They missed a great show. But just then, in one of the rooms across the empty space from us, a light flicks on. A man is standing there. He waves at us and then the light goes off.

Turns out you’ve had a bigger audience than you knew. In the morning I start calling you Hollywood.

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The sweet, suffocating embrace of nostalgia didn’t really hit Alex until he left the highway behind and eased onto the old dirt road. Nothing about Dallas, Texas, triggered any memories in him—his foster parents had rarely taken him or his current sibs to the big city, even though it was less than half-an-hour from their rural route—but this dirt road had carried his life’s blood for two magnificent years, the very point at which he became a teenager.

There, right there, the mailbox still stood. And in the unseen distance, two miles over the most winding, hilly dirt road in existence, he would soon arrive at the old farm house and its sixty-acre spread. Alex knew intimately every pond, cliff, tree and twig across that two-mile walk, and thousands of other trees and twigs for miles around.

“It’s smaller,” said Dennis, the nineteen-year-old in the passenger’s seat. He looked younger, in his white wife-beater and low-riding baggy jeans. Straight outta Compton, although California was one of the few places they had never visited.

“Yeah, it is,” Alex responded.

Dennis’s iPod was plugged into the car’s tape deck, currently blaring “Rock the House” by Gorillaz, a surreal counterpoint to the antique surroundings. Not that hip-hop had been a foreign idea during those childhood days, just not Gorillaz. Alex remembered walking to the hidden spring with Jenny, often all seven days of the week, listening to the local radio station on Jenny’s Walkman, strolling side-by-side so each of them could have an earbud. Back then they’d shaken booties to the Fugees, Tupac, and sometimes Fiona Apple when Jen was in the mood to hold hands.

Eight houses, six states, two coasts, two knife wounds, one broken wrist and a college degree later, it was still the memory of Jenny’s hand that soothed the savage beast. There, right there, the roadside ditch where all the kids smashed bugs against the big cement boulder, while Alex and Jenny looked on and shook their heads, saying they were too old for such nonsense. They were both 13. The moment was frozen in amber and had been waiting ten years for him to drive by and reclaim it. Even “Devil’s Haircut” by Beck, which had been playing on Jenny’s Walkman at that very hour, was trapped in the amber.

“I gotta pee,” Dennis said.

“Shoulda thought of that two Mountain Dews ago.”

“Pull over.”

“Stop it.”

“Hey, pull over!”

“I’m not pulling over so you can pee on the side of the road. We’ll be there in ninety seconds.”

“Come on, man! You don’t even know if the water’s turned on at the house.”

“If it’s not, then you can go outside and pee.”

“So it’s okay to do there but not here?”

Alex shot Dennis a look. “YES.”

“Shit.”

“You can do that, too.”

Then they arrived at the gate. Only sarcastically could the place be called a farm; nothing had ever grown on this land except weeds, and state-entrusted children who grew like weeds. The grass on either side of the gravel road had once been ragged and neglected, but now it stood as high as the car window, wild like wheat though it was nothing more than rye. Alex had expected no less. He drove through the barbed-wire gate, which was already open.

A touch of panic grabbed hold as he slowly pulled the car over the first hill and saw the farmhouse. He sensed Dennis panicking as well. Good times had been had in these fields, but nights and mornings in the farmhouse were not so pleasant. Mr. and Mrs. Cormick had been, to wear out the cliché, evil. Alex had Mr. Cormick to thank for his second knife wound.

“We cool?” Alex asked Dennis.

“Yeah,” Dennis said softly.

Alex was expecting a brattier response from his foster brother, but for just a moment, all his posturing fell aside, leaving only the eleven-year-old boy who had once been purposely thrown into the barbed-wire fence after he accidentally tipped over a coffee can filled with nails into the tall grass. If Dennis had been standing there, he would have dropped the old man who called himself Dad right onto his ass. But he hadn’t been standing there.

Two cars were parked in front of the old barn, across the yard from the house. Alex parked next to the silver Lexus and got out of his rented Taurus. After Dennis shut his door, Alex locked the car. He laughed at himself for thinking anyone would rip off his car in the middle of such thinly populated prairie land, but he had spent as much time growing up in Detroit, Atlanta and Seattle as he had in dumps like this and would always lock the doors, no matter what, for the rest of his life.

Dennis asked, “We bringing in our stuff?”

“Not yet.” Alex had told Dennis they should plan on sleeping at the farmhouse for the night—neither of them had cash to waste on a hotel room—but a wise voice inside prepared him for the possibility that an extended stay would not be, psychologically speaking, a good idea. Now he was here, he was glad to have a fall-back plan. No building ever felt less inviting, although objectively, çarşamba escort nothing that happened in the past was the house’s fault.

Walking on uneasy feet, Alex followed the paved path, through the overgrown garden, to the front porch. Despite the ratty conditions of the fields, the house seemed to have been fairly well kept. Had the door frame always been beige? Alex couldn’t remember, but it did seem to have been painted within the last few years. Apparently, Mother Cormick had done what she could to keep the place tidy right up until her demise.

Alex pulled the screen door open. “Hello?” he called through the open front door.

“Alexander Ponti?” said a voice from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Alex answered. “It’s me and Dennis Hernandez.”

The lawyer, Bill Kayhill, stepped into the hall, wearing a sharp-looking business suit and tie. “Come in, come in,” he said. “After all, it’s your house. Good to finally meet you.” He shook both boys’ hands.

“Thanks,” Alex said. He felt woefully underdressed in jeans, a red t-shirt and sneakers. Dress for the job you want and not the job you have, they told him in college, and apparently he wanted to be a cashier.

“Thank you,” Dennis said.

They moved through the kitchen to the dining room. Two thick stacks of papers, a few folders and other loose sheets were sprawled across the old, smooth table.

“Are you here alone, Mr. Kayhill?” Alex asked, wondering about that second car.

“At the moment, yes. Jennifer and Becky Josephson are walking around the grounds somewhere.”

Dennis snapped his head up. “Becky? She’s here?”

“We didn’t know they were coming today,” Dennis said, finding it hard to swallow.

“Oh, I didn’t mention it? Anyway, yeah, they said they wanted to see you. Jennifer already signed her paperwork, but I had some more questions for her. The junk cars in the southwest corner were left specifically to her.” He grinned. “Is there a problem?”

Dennis could barely contain himself. “Did they say which way they were walking when they left?”

“Afraid not. They should be back shortly. I apologize, Alex, but I’ve got to be in court in south Dallas at 2:30. Can we go over the papers right away?”

“Sure, of course.”

Dennis went to the living room to watch TV, although he had to settle for broadcast channels since the cable had been shut off. Alex allowed Mr. Kayhill, who spoke very slowly, to explain each document and point out where Alex needed to sign. At the end of twenty minutes, most of the papers were back in Mr. Kayhill’s briefcase, with several left as duplicates for Alex’s files. This meant, of course, that Alex would have to start keeping files.

“I still wish I knew why she picked us,” Alex said to himself.

“Not my job to know such things,” Mr. Kayhill said. “Plus… with Mrs. Cormick, I pretty much did as I was told. She wasn’t one for discussion.”

“Got that right.”

Alex asked a few closing questions about real estate holdings—specifically, how to unload the entire place for cash as soon as possible, if, you know, the need should arise. Mr. Kayhill didn’t bat an eye, having already prepared forms for such a line of inquiry. Meanwhile, Dennis stood by the window at the front of the house and watched for signs of the returning girls. Finally, the legal whatever was finished. On the front porch Mr. Kayhill shook hands a final time, then drove off in his Lexus, leaving behind what must have been Jennifer’s car, a dilapidated Pontiac Grand Prix with no hubcaps. Just looking at it made Alex’s heart leap. It was Jenny’s car, it belonged to Jenny.

“What kind of last name is Josephson?” Dennis said from the garden path.

“A white name. Slow down.”

“Let’s go!”

“Denny, we don’t even know where they went.”

“The spring, you dumbass! They’re at the spring!”

Alex laughed. “Alright, alright! Jesus.” He wasn’t concerned by the fact the girls could be anywhere within a five-mile radius, because getting lost on the property was exactly the thing he’d looked forward to ever since the first phone call from that lawyer. He and Dennis would go for a stroll, and if they didn’t find the girls, they’d meet them back here at the house. Then he had an idea. “Dennis, I bet Jenny’s looking at those junk cars right now.”

“No way, bro. They’re at the spring.”

“Well, you go to the spring. I’m going to the cars.”

“Come with me, man!”

“Don’t be an asshole,” Alex said in his least scolding voice. “Whoever finds ’em first, bring ’em back to the house.”

“See ya!” Dennis called cheerily, already sprinting across the grass.

Alex ran trembling hands through his hair. “Jenny,” he whispered, then started southwest.

*****

Dennis took off like a hunted deer across the grass fields, dodging trees and leaping over gulches, feeling very good. His baseball skills had earned him a scholarship to the local junior collage, back in his çaycuma escort and Alex’s current hometown of Ithica, New York, but just one year ago it had been track and field competition and training that had kept him the fastest runner on the baseball team. Every single time he put his feet in the blocks, most often for the 200-yard dash, he imagined he was about to outrun Mr. Grissom. That was his foster dad before he came to the farm, and he had been one mean son of a bitch.

He tripped as he ran, because his jeans were too long and loose. The fall didn’t cause any injuries, but he did get his cover his shirt in brown dirt. He dusted himself off as best he could, then kept jogging. Nothing would deter him from the spring.

“Becky!” he shouted when the spring was in view, or rather, the outcropping of trees that surrounded the secluded, almost subterranean spring and adjacent pond. “Becky! Hey, Becky!”

“Who is that?” shouted a voice from beyond the trees.

Dennis kicked back into a sprint. Once he stood at the cliff’s edge above the spring, he looked down and saw a woman wearing a white tank top, black jeans and a few pieces of leather on her right arm. Her curly black hair bounced all around her very pale face. She stood with her jeans rolled up to her knees, ankle-deep at the pond’s edge. When she saw Dennis, her darkly painted lips burst into a smile.

“Jenny!” Dennis shouted. He scrambled around the cliff to the hillside, making his way toward her.

“Dennis!? Is that you?” She stepped out of the water, onto mossy rocks.

Dennis dashed around the pond’s edge and crashed into the girl he once called his big sister. They embraced tightly for several long seconds. “I missed you,” Jenny said in Dennis’s ear.

“I missed you, too.” He broke away. His smiling face beamed.

“You’re taller than I am!”

“I know!” Dennis flexed his arm muscles.

“Oooooh…” Jenny gave them a squeeze. “Basketball?”

“Baseball, chica. All the Hispanics play baseball at my school.”

“Now let’s see… You’re nineteen? But dressed like a gangster.”

“Yup. And you’re twenty-two and dressed like the Grim Reaper.”

Jenny laughed but seemed a bit embarrassed. “Hey, now. I like how I look.”

“I do, too. I think you’re beautiful.”

“You sweetheart.” Jenny flipped a lock of his thick, black hair back from his eyes. “Look at you. Just one year older than Becky.”

“And you’re one year younger than Alex.”

“That’s right.” She smiled that pretty smile again, and for Dennis, a decade melted away in a flash. Jenny appeared caught in a time warp of her own, looking right through Dennis somehow but also seeing him as he was. She put a hand to her mouth to hold back tears. “Well, we survived.”

“Hell yeah,” Dennis said in a muted tone, though he intended to sound tough. He wasn’t feeling very tough, not in this place.

“You came with Alex?”

Dennis wagged his eyebrows. “You wanna see him?”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Well, duh! And you wanna see Becky.”

Dennis nodded. “Yeah.”

“We didn’t know if you were coming with Alex or not. She’ll be surprised.”

“No she won’t. She knew I was coming.” Dennis folded his arms and grinned a secret grin.

“Yeah, she knew.”

“Alex, like, looked for you guys. For years.”

Jenny bit her bottom lip. “I figured.”

“Josephson. No way on earth we would’ve come up with Josephson.”

“Hey, we’re as surprised as you are. They’ll be plenty of time to tell stories.”

Dennis took Jenny’s hand. “Let’s get back to the house!”

“Absolutely.”

*****

Alex’s heart beat faster as he waded through the grass to the Graveyard, which is what the kids used to call the old car collection in this corner of the property, in part because Mr. Cormick had buried an old horse there and placed a marble marker over the grave. The kids used to climb over the cars, and also the grave mound, with absolute disregard for their own safety. It was in the backseat of the windowless Crown Victoria that Alex, age 12, masturbated for the first time. He’d had no idea at the time what he was doing, but he returned to that car many times in his last year to keep doing it. That sexual thrill returned, and coupled with his anticipation at seeing Jenny again, the stress on his brain was almost unbearable.

But the girl he saw sitting on the hood of the rusted old Camero was a redhead, dressed in a dark blue baby-doll and khaki shorts. She wore dark sunglasses and appeared completely at peace with the mid-afternoon sun and the gentle breeze teasing her curly locks. A unwrapped bar of Hershey’s Special Dark sat on the hood beside her.

“Becky,” Alex said when he was almost standing right next to the car.

“Aiii!” Becky screamed. She sat up and gasped. “Alex!” She scrambled off the car, tossed her sunglasses to the ground and barreled into his arms. “Oh my god!”

Alex hugged her fiercely. “Holy crap, çayırova escort Becky, you’re all grown up!” He held her at arm’s length and found he had understated. The gangly, gap-toothed Irish girl from ten years past had been replaced with a magnificent young woman with fashion sense and unholy curves. Even her smile conveyed a depth of intelligence that simply isn’t found in the face of an eight-year-old. Only the freckles on her arms and her bright blue eyes betrayed that this was indeed the little girl who used to call him brother.

“I’m missed you so much,” Becky said. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, kiddo. I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, kid.”

“Oh, come on. It’s okay.”

But Alex had more to say, and not many words needed to say it. He took Becky’s chin in his hands and lifted her eyes toward his. “I’m sorry,” he said, almost whispering.

Becky burst into tears. She buried her head against Alex’s chest and sobbed until she made his t-shirt wet. All he could do was hold her gently, stroking her hair the way he used to.

In that instant, Alex was transported back to 1996, to the time when he and five other foster kids called this farm home. It was the first time he truly felt like the other kids under his roof were brothers and sisters, after years of pinballing through the Texas DFC system. Those two years were a roller-coaster ride of verbal abuse and neglect, which made them cling harder to one another. Then one day, after flying under the radar of the drunk Cormicks as best he could, Alex was in the hospital and everyone else got shipped off to new homes. The following fall, Alex met Dennis again when they attended the same school, whose foster situation had gone from bad to worse. They realized they really were brothers, not just best friends. Without a word to anyone, the 13-year-old Alex took 9-year-old Dennis in one hand, a suitcase in the other, and headed east. They spend many more years in foster homes, but always together.

Alex never heard from the other farm kids again. The toddlers, Mary and Bailey, would be 14 and 15 today, older than Alex had been when Mr. Cormick attacked him. They might not even remember their time on the farm or the six kids who raised and protected them. As for Jenny and Becky, he missed them every day. Night after countless night, he and Dennis would lie awake at night and talk about life would be if they’d all four stayed together. It was obvious Dennis still crushed on little Becky, and Alex couldn’t blame him. He felt the same way about Jennifer. They’d never been brother and sister, not really, just cellmates.

He never even got to say goodbye. He hoped that the girls had both gone to the same home, and even this very minute, with Becky in his arms, he didn’t know if that had happened.

“Becky,” he said, “did you and Jenny go together to the same family?”

“Yes,” Becky said through sobs. “We got adopted.”

Alex buried his face in Becky’s hair and almost wept himself. “Wonderful,” he said.

This made Becky cry harder. This went on for a few minutes, and then abruptly, Becky wiped her eyes and asked, “Did Dennis come with you? Is he here?”

“Yeah, he’s here. He went to the spring to find you.”

“I knew it!” she laughed. “I guessed wrong.”

“He’s probably back to the house by now. Where’s Jenny?”

“At the spring. I bet they walked back together.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Becky squealed and hugged Alex again. She took him by the hand and broke into a run, dragging her big brother behind her.

*****

Becky and Alex were barely within visual range of the house before Dennis and Jenny ran to them full-speed. Dennis arrived first, and he and Becky crashed together so hard they almost fell to the ground. Dennis lifted the girl in his arms and spun around. Becky laughed and squealed, protesting not one bit. They smiled and stepped over one another’s words, but Alex didn’t pay attention. He only had eyes for Jennifer.

Visionary, angelic, exciting in a new way thanks to her new gothic sensibility, the girl possessed him heart and soul from that moment on, for the rest of his life. She ran up him and, slipped into his waiting arms and burst into tears. Alex wrapped himself tightly around her, tighter than any girl he’d ever dated. She meant more to him than all of them combined, than anyone else on earth except maybe the two kids giggling ten yards away in the same field. He let out a deep, cleansing sigh of relief, and Jenny did the same.

“I really thought I’d never see you again,” Jenny said.

“Thank Mrs. Cormick,” Alex said, then instantly regretted it. To bring that horrible woman’s name into this sacred moment was a sin, even if it was technically true. Whatever compelled the old woman to leave this place to both Alex and Jennifer in her will, the truth of it would probably never be known. What mattered was that she had, and that these four were together now.

Dennis and Becky walked and skipped in the direction of the small lake to the west, holding hands and laughing. Jenny, following their cue, took Alex’s hand in hers. The two older “siblings” enjoyed a leisurely pace.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Alex said, in a rare moment of poetry. It was the first thing that came to mind.

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I had been studying in the library for midterm exams when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I figured it was one of my guy friends who wanted some notes from me. I was wrong.

In college, I was basically a very shy guy who, although I looked like the young Al Pacino, I rarely dated. Just didn’t have the guts or confidence to ask girls out, so it was with much surprise that I found that the woman who’d tapped my shoulder was someone I’d seen around and admired.

She was about five and a half feet tall with slender hips and fairly large boobs, but it wasn’t her boobs that kept me interested … it was her madonna-like face and her piercing, pale blue eyes which looked all the more striking because she had long, straight dark brown hair.

We left the library to take a break from our studies and sat on the lawn on a cool autumn afternoon. It turned out that she had been noticing me and wondered why I’d never introduced myself. I owned up to my shyness and she laughed and kissed me on my cheek.

“You’re so damned cute,” she said. “I figured you had a girlfriend.”

“Nope. Haven’t had one of those since my sophomore year.”

We were both juniors at the time and I found that she wasn’t dating anyone either. She was a few years older than I was. As we got to know one another, I found out that she had been married but was now a widow. Not knowing what else to say, I just told her that it sounded like she’d been through a rough patch.

She told me that she was fortunate in that she had a very close family. We both lived in the Bronx and she told me her family owned a very well-known Italian restaurant in a very Italian district. She had been working in the restaurant and going to school to fill her lonely hours. “When Jimmy, my husband died, it was like I lost a piece of me and i just didn’t feel like having a social life.”

Ooops, I thought to myself, there goes hope down the tubes. Damn! We talked until it started to get dark; I told her I really had to study and she said he had to go to work. We exchanged phone numbers and I promised to keep in touch.

What I hadn’t told her, partly because we never discussed sex that afternoon, was that I was still a virgin. I’d gone to a boys-only school and hadn’t been in a co- ed setting until I’d gotten to college. Okay, no excuses. It was partly that shyness thing again. It’s not that I didn’t want to, mind you, but there seemed to be no way for me to meet girls.

I called her the following night. My twenty year old heart thundered in my chest as I dialed the number she’d given me and I misdialed twice before getting it right. There was nothing to worry about, though because things felt as easy to say on the phone as they had been on the campus. She told me she would be closing the restaurant early that Sunday and that I should meet there and that she’d make me a nice Italian meal. How could I refuse?

I happen to love Italian cuisine and looked forward to it with and empty stomach and, I’ll admit, a hard cock. At that point in my life, I didn’t own a car and neither did any of the members of my family, so I took the subway and two buses, getting to the restaurant about fifteen minutes late. The doors were locked, but I knocked and, even though the lights were out in the dining area, I could see that the lights were still on in the kitchen. I waited a few minutes and Anna came to the door wearing tight black pants and a fairly low cut knit sweater.

Did I say I’m not a boob guy? The moment I saw her, I reassessed my values in that department. Shit… they were even freckled and freckles had always been a thing for me. I could smell wonderful smells coming from the kitchen, but whatever perfume she had on made the smell of the food inconsequential.

We ate in the kitchen and the food was out of this world. bergama escort I’d honestly never tasted anything like the feast she’d prepared for us. Wedding soup, plates of antipasto, fresh baked bread, cheese plates, some kind of grilled eggplant and roasted peppers on a bed of red wine pasta, tiramisu for dessert and, of course, a nice red wine to go with the meal.

I couldn’t believe how full I felt and she felt likewise. I talked about my own love for cooking and told her how excellent the food she cooked was.

“I can’t boil water,” she said. “My uncle Pete did all the cooking for me. As an Italian wife, I’m hopeless in that area, but I have ways of making up for it.”

“Such as?” I inquired as we held hands and walked around the block under the light of street lamps and a half moon.

“Well,” she asked, “Are you sure you want to go there,” she replied with a giggle.

I felt fortified by my glass and a half of wine, so I nervously answered, “Sure. Why the hell not? We’re both adults.”

And that was how we started talking about sex. I admitted to my sorrowful state of virginity and she responded that she’d never had a virgin before … unless extra-virgin olive oil counted, she joked.

A widow at 24, she had had a great deal of experience, but she revealed he late husband was much older than she was and a total loss in the sheets, he being of the slam bam, thank you ma’am school of human sexuality.

We compared sexual fantasies, likes and dislikes (we both liked kissing and touching, laughing in bed and exploring new things). She confessed that she was bisexual and had a female lover in California where she and her husband lived. They’d had a few threesomes but he complained it was too distracting, so

eventually it was the two women who played together. And we both, it seemed, had a thing for anal sex, though she had some experience at it, but I was still wandering in the desert in that regard.

There was a neighborhood park with swings, a slide and benches around the corner from the restaurant and we mutually decided we’d sit and enjoy the night for a few before going back to tackle cleaning up from dinner.

She nestled against my side and I put my arm around her. I don’t know which of us started it, but we were suddenly in the most frantically passionate of kisses that involved teasing tongues, pressed lips, teeth, and hands. That one kiss had to have lasted more than a half hour. Finally, she pulled away and looked into my eyes and said, “If you’re as hard as I am wet, then we probably should take this off the street before we get arrested.”

We made it back to the restaurant in an olympic sprint, removed the plates and silverware, managing to break only our two wine-glasses.

Standing pressed to one another, we replayed our park bench make-out session and explored each others ass, caressed faces, kicked off shoes, undid zippers and buttons and pressed our burning skin together, the both of us moaning incoherently.

I caressed those lovely, freckled breast and their pink, eraser nub nipples and she caressed my now-wet and very hard cock.

I took this as my signal to reach between her legs to caress her equally wet pussy lips, which literally were dripping into my hand.. I used that liquid to ease my finger inside her tight, burning pussy as she bent her legs forcing my fingers deeper inside her.

“Damn.. Not … bad for a beginner. Oh God! I’m going to cum.. Never so fast before. Is it okay if cum? Please, Steven, make me cum. Let me cum .”

Her face, her neck and the tops of those creamy, be speckled breasts turned scarlet and, the more turned on she got, the closer I got to cumming, so I willed myself to not cum even as she groaned and sprayed my penetrating fingers biga escort with a rush of hot liquid that sprayed even on my legs.

“I squirted. I swear I never did that before. You’ve got magic fingers and oh shit I’m still cumming.” Followed by a more forceful spray. She sank to her knees in front of me, surprising me with the first blow job of my deprived life. Two plunges onto my hard cock and she had half of my thick cock inside her mouth. Holding my cock with her mouth, she reached for my hands, which were stroking her beautiful face and placed them on the back of her head, encouraging me to force my cock deeper into her mouth and throat. Anna gagged, her eyes tearing and mascara running, but my cock went in deeper and deeper. Just as I couldn’t take anymore, she reached around my hips and, using her dripping saliva for lube, she slid a finger into my ass. That did it for me. I have no idea how many gouts of cum flew out of my cock; all I know is that her face was well coated with my cum as was some of her hair. A bit of it escaped her mouth but she captured it with her finger and slid it back into her mouth. Ahh, so this was heaven!

We rested, washed up a bit, had some more tiramisu, drank another glass of wine, held hands and, as I recall, all we both said, and at the same exact moment, was, Wow!

She went to the bathroom and I started clearing the dishes and then, when she came back, she started washing dishes and I went to pee. In the men’s room, I saw, as I washed up from my post prandial piss, that I had what I could only describe as a shit-eating grin on my face.

When I got back to the kitchen, I was pleased to see that she was doing the dishes in the nude. I walked up behind her, put my arms around her waist and started to nuzzle her neck.

“Mmmm. Keep that up and we’ll never get these dishes done,” she playfully complained, but none the less, her lovely little ass kept pressing backward onto my hardening cock. I nuzzled some more, discovering a vulnerable spot right atop the throbbing pulse along the side of her slender neck.

She moaned and I thrusted, my cock headed right against her wet pussy. “Not there, ” she moaned. In my ass. I’m a good Catholic girl, after all. We both laughed at that and I swatted her ass once, announcing I’d done it for the Pope.

“Wait, she said, “Hold that thought and I’ll be right back.” She was back in a few seconds, having swiped a cruet of olive oil from the table. “You’ve never done this before but I have and … well… It has to be done right. Let me take the lead, okay?”

I shrugged my shoulders and told her I’d give way to the expert.

I watched as she drizzled the oil on her ass, then on my cock and then on her fingers. Bent over, her breasts on the table, she slid one, then two and finally three slender, well-manicured, extra virgin fingers into her puckered pink ass hole. I stroked my extra virgin cock as I watched her perform this ritual and noticed that, as her left hand worked her ass, the fingers of her right hand were pleasuring her wet pussy.

She reached for my now-aching cock with her left hand. “Now, slowly. You’re very thick and kind of big and we don’t want this to hurt, so let me set the pace.” And with that, she pulled my eager cock closer and closer until it at last met its mark and she pushed in with my cock and out with her ass, groaning, “Oh, baby. It hurts so good. So good.” And now the widest part at the head of my cock, was safely inside her ass. It felt like a wet, velvet glove and again, it felt so fucking good that I had to use every bit of my self-control to keep from cumming inside her right then and there. “Now, wait a bit. Let me get used to it. I think if play with my clit it’ll relax me.”

“Who am I to say no to that?” And bornova escort I did as I was instructed. Sure enough, she began easing her hips back onto my cock until it was all inside her.

“Do you like it? What do think about my ass, baby? Is it what you … ugh … thought it would be.”

“Like it? How do I like it? Like doesn’t come anywhere close to … it’s way beyond words. Your ass is perfect.”

“Ohhh, please then baby, show my ass how much you like it. Fuck my ass. Cum in my ass!”

Bent over her back, I nuzzled her neck as I’d learned and gently played with her clit. Now she was starting to drip onto my hands and moaning louder and louder. I fucked her ass harder and harder, holding her slender hips and ramming myself into her. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but then, I didn’t have to.

“Oh God! I’m cumming, lover. Rub my clit and fuck me hard. Cum with me! Please! I need it. Cum with me!.” And that’s just what I did. I squirted my cum deep into her ass just as she once again squirted from her pussy.

And that was my first date with Anna. I took a cab home but I was dancing on a cloud. I finally was not a virgin any more … not technically; I still had not had my cock inside a woman’s pussy, but, I figured, pope or no pope, this too would pass. I had a girl and damn! What a girl.

Now, remember me saying that at that time I bore a strong resemblance to the young version of Al Pacino in in the first Godfather movie? And Pacino is what, now? That’s right. He’s Italian and there was my undoing because, while I looked like a nice, Italian guy, there is nothing Italian about me unless Austria, Poland and Russia count as Italian.

The next day, Monday, Anna got to school and excitedly told all her friends about the nice Italian guy she’d met. Her friends laughed and she naturally asked asked what was so funny. I know Steven. He was in my English Lit class and there’s nothing Italian about him. Hell, he even likes Woody Allen movies.

So, now Anna had a big problem. Her late husband was Italian born and bred – a partner in the restaurant with her family, in fact. His share of the business. was now her share. As much as she hated the idea, she quickly came to realize that this new and wonderful relationship with me would never work out. It would even put me in danger if … well, she sure as hell would never tell her father that a nice Jewish guy had fucked his princess in the ass … even though her dad was safely spending the next several years in Sing-Sing, other parts of the family could assure that the family stayed Italian.

The next Tuesday night, she called me and explained that, even though we had had a great time and even though she was crazy about me, it wouldn’t work out because of family pressures. Family pressures. It wasn’t about me, she tearfully told me. It was her. It was her family.

I resolutely took my mid terms despite my grave disappointment and I did very well on them. Nonetheless in was in a numbing, blue funk. I revealed to Isaac, my oldest and most trusted friend, the source of my depression. I told him about the dinner, the sex and then the subsequent rejection.

“Shit, man!” He said to me, “you’re one lucky bastard. You do know that? You do know who she is, don’t you?”

“I, well, yeah. Sure. I guess so.”

“And you know the name of the family restaurant? The (ahem) FAMILY restaurant. Didn’t you ever ask her her last name?”

“Not .. that family!”

“Yes, that family. Consider yourself lucky … well, luckier than the dead husband, anyway. You do know he was killed and didn’t die choking on a meatball, don’t you?”

“Very funny.”

“Don’t you ever read the News? Listen, just do yourself a big favor and NEVER mention that night to another soul. Ever”

And I didn’t until now. I feel better getting it off my chest. Enough time has passed, I figure and the names have been changed as they say, to protect the innocent. Still, I have to admit that that night will always be a tough one to beat. In fact, whenever I go food shopping and see an olive oil container …

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The second chapter in the development of the intimacy in a new relationship. Following from ‘First Intimate Touch’ .

A couple have their third date and enjoy dinner followed by some intimate desert!

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Dinner had been delicious in more ways than one. Drinking each other in as they gazed at one another across the table had given her as heady a sensation as drinking the red wine had done. This third date had been romantic, but as always seemed to be the case with them, also highly charged sexually.

Holding hands across a table had never before felt like foreplay, but the soft movement of his thumb brushing her palm and then smoothing across her wrist had sent a charge through her whole body.

She’d removed her shoe during dinner and had stroked his ankle with her stocking clad toes. Slowly at first across his ankle and then edged her toe up above his sock so she could feel his skin through the sheer denier. The slight intake of breath from him told her that she was having just as much impact on him and he was on her.

Returning to the car they had walked not just holding hands, but with their arms around each other, seemingly both needing as much contact with the others body as possible. Suddenly in the alleyway approaching the car park he had stopped, and turned her towards him.

His hands tenderly held her face and stroked down her neck, with a shiver she lifted her face and with his eyes drawing her in they kissed, gently at first and then they both allowed the passion to take over. His tongue and hers probing and feeling as their eyes locked on each other seemingly telling one another the thoughts that ran through their heads.

“I think we need to get home before this becomes indecent,” he chuckled as he took her hand and they continued towards the car.

In between their initial date they’d talked endlessly on the phone, hours had slipped away between them, as they shared their thoughts and desires. Now in each other’s presence words almost didn’t need to be said. They knew this was special, not just a sexual desire, although the chemistry between them was electric, this was a meeting of minds as well.

They both felt something more and wanted to give it time to develop, so they had agreed a plan of steps the Five F’s (French, Feel, Finger, Fellatio and Fuck.) Interestingly the delayed gratification was making the whole experience even more exciting, like a tantric sex exercise. They were definitely at step three tonight!

Arriving home they walked into the kitchen, she poured them a glass of red wine. Standing there next to the granite counter she felt overwhelmed by his physicality, he was tall and broad shouldered, but lean in all the right places. His eyes hypnotised her and she felt like a ditzy schoolgirl when he looked at her with such a deep hunger.

They touched wine glasses and each took a sip, all the while drinking with their eyes the others form. She had worn a sexy wrap dress, knowing it flattered her curves, under it she wore a navy silk all-in-one body and matching stockings. The underwear and dress worked well together giving him a sexy view of her cleavage and hints of the breasts that were waiting to be touched.

Taking her glass from her he placed them to one side he said, “I don’t think we really need this.”

As he turned back to her she caught her breath, his eyes looked greener than usual and more brilliant. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her bucak escort towards him. As his lips took hers his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She gave in to the desire that had been building all evening.

Stroking his head as they kissed, she knew she just wanted him, more than she had wanted anyone, it thrilled her and scared her, but she also felt confident that he was feeling the same.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he declared.

Then his hands moved inside her dress and brushed aside the fabric covering her breasts. Her back arched as his fingers stroked and teased her nipples.

“Oh god,” she gasped.

Her body shuddered his touch on her nipples was creating a unique affect on her. She could feel them tensing and her breasts swelled and warmed under his touch.

Kisses trailed across her face and then down her neck towards her breasts, she felt dizzy and leaned against the granite counter for support, then his hands were on her leg, slowly tracing her knee and then gliding towards her thigh. She was ready for him, more than ready she was hot and wet for him. She couldn’t wait to see the pleasure on his face when he discovered it.

Her head was spinning and she felt powerless and empowered at the same time. Her hands traced around his back pulling him closer and then she moved her hands towards where she already knew she would discover his cock to be hard with excitement. She wasn’t disappointed, his jeans were strained and she could tell his cock was growing under her touch.

“Not yet, I want to play with you first, you deserve to cum lots, I want to make you cum first,” he looked into her eyes.

She could see that this was what he wanted, not just to please her, but because he enjoyed it. Getting her off was going to be a pure pleasure for him, as it was going to be awesome for her.

How she got there was a blur, but in amongst the stroking and kissing the next thing she knew she was sitting on the cold granite of the kitchen counter.

Her dress was completely open now and he was admiring the sexy underwear she wore, his mouth was enjoying the swell of her breasts and his hands were sending tingles up and down her legs.

Gradually he moved higher and she was pleased to witness the delight and fresh desire as he gathered how wet she was already.

“You’re soaking,” he declared with pride.

“Oh yes hunni, I’ve been wet for you for hours,” she gasped.

His fingers stroked the warm flesh of her clit past the straining undergarment and then he expertly opened the poppers of her bodice allowing himself full access to her pussy. His fingers stroked and smoothed her seemingly gently, but the impact was anything but. She was desperate to have something inside her.

“Oh god, I want your fingers in me,” she cried out.

“I’ve got something better planned, lie back,” he commanded her and gently eased her down on the granite surface.

The contrast of hard cold of the granite felt incredible against the warmth of her pussy. It felt brazen and excitingly naughty and she didn’t want it to stop. He lowered his head between her legs and she felt his tongue upon her, tracing the outer lips at first sucking her and toying with her. Her hands were stroking his head, encouraging him, wanting him to go further. Then his tongue was inside her, lapping up her juices.

“Oh yes, oh my god,” she couldn’t help herself.

The words came pouring bulancak escort from her as her juices flowed.

She felt the peak of her pleasure and lost herself to it and then he was kissing her and the taste combined with the heat from her clit caused electric pulses to explode in her head. She wrapped her arms around him tightly not wanting the kiss to end, wrapping her tongue around his desperate to enjoy every last drop of her own taste from him.

As they kissed his fingers continued to explore her. She was already on the wave of her first orgasm and he was going to make sure she continued seamlessly into the next. His fingers tweaked, stroked and rubbed her outer lips as they kissed. Then suddenly they were thrusting inside her, she could feel him getting deeper and harder.

With her arms around him for support she thrust herself towards him, matching his tempo, pressing herself towards him, the sensation building and her tension around his fingers increasing the feeling. He sensed she was close, together they looked watching his fingers thrusting into her, in and out, thrusting and pushing her further and further into an orgasmic haze.

“Oh god, oh yes, oh fuck that’s good,” she was becoming oblivious now to anything but the intense pleasure that was building between her legs.

Looking at him she could see he loved the effect it was having on her. He was enjoying watching his fingers thrusting into her warm wet pussy. His movements into her gained pace, thrusting in and out of her, she couldn’t contain herself any longer, her head was dizzy as if she’d been drinking and as his thrusts reached a frenzied peak she rapidly gave in to the second wave of pure joy as she came again!

“Oh my god,” he looked as shocked as she felt.

He wrapped his arms around her and together they could feel the shockwaves that spread through her whole body.

“Oh hunni, that was incredible,” she looked at him feeling like a girl, not the mature woman that she was. “But I want to do something for you now.”

“Trust me that’s done plenty for me, but perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable now?”

They both chuckled as they realised she was led on the granite kitchen counter.

Together they moved into the living room. The couch was deep and comfortable and kissing as they led there they began again to explore each other. Still half dressed it felt slightly naughty, like teenagers making out on the sofa.

Wrapped in each other’s arms she hesitantly unbuttons his trousers, she couldn’t wait any longer he had already given her numerous orgasms and she wanted him to be pleasured. Holding his cock at last in her hands, she felt an erotic pleasure knowing that it had developed into this gorgeous hard member for her, she has created this wonderful throbbing cock.

Licking her hand she then returned her grip now with added moisture to allow herself to glide up and down the building length of him. The reaction in him was obvious so she again put her hand to her mouth and licking it slowly got it nice and wet before grasping him in her hand once more. She leisurely traced her fingers up and down the full length of him feeling the taught ridge at the back of his cock moving from his balls all the way to the tip.

With joy she realised that there was moisture now leaking from him. She brushed her fingers across the top of him and circled the tip squeezing just a little. Leisurely bulanık escort she explored the full length of him and enjoyed the warm softness of his balls in her grasp.

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He couldn’t just enjoy what she was doing to him though he wanted to play with her too. Just the other night they’d played with themselves while talking on the phone and he wanted to experience it together.

He places his fingers inside her already deliciously soaked cunt and then presents them to her to taste. Once again he see the impact tasting herself has, her eyes glaze over and she is lost again in an orgasmic haze. Feeling her handling him and having his fingers inside her is driving him crazy too.

They both look up and down at one another enjoying the view of her hand around his cock and his fingers in her cunt. He feels inside her pussy and knows that she isn’t far from another orgasm, he wants to cum on her, he feels his spunk building and straining for release, but he wants her to crest again first.

The sight of her licking her hand and returning it to his cock, followed by the deliciously smooth stroking is getting him so hard he knows he is going to burst soon. Giving her a few more deep strong thrusts he feels her shuddering to his touch once more. Two fingers deep inside her he pushes gently with another finger further back, oh yes that got a reaction. Her eyes open wide almost as if to protest but she doesn’t, too lost in her orgasm.

Then he brings his hand up to his face and licks his fingers. Looking at her he sees the hunger in her eyes, she loves the taste of herself and he places his fingers into her mouth once more and she sucks her own taste from him, her eyes glowing with the pleasure it brings her.

He looks at her and sees an idea form in her. She remembers he’d said how much he would like to watch her finger herself, witness her make herself cum for him.

She’s so worked up from what he has been doing to her and from the taste of herself she can’t help herself. She knows he is close to cumming too and from their conversations she knows he wants to watch her. So after a few more delicate strokes of his lovely cock she whispers to him.

“Do you want to watch me, while I watch you? And we can cum together!”

His kiss answers her question better than words could.

Entangled on the sofa, half undressed she slowing spreads her legs to ensure that he has a good view of her pussy. He has already given her multiple orgasms and it doesn’t take long before she’s already on the crest of another. It excites him being able to view her fingers going in and out of her pussy.

His kissing and fondling of her breasts brings her closer and closer to a peak. He sees her looking down at his cock and sees the pleasure in her eyes as she can see him expertly working himself to a matching peak.

“Are you ready? I want to cum,” he declares.

Her fingering speeds up and she watches as his lovely cock seems to grow even harder and longer as he watches her.

“Oh yes baby, cum on me,” she says, knowing he wants to spunk all over her. “Cum on me hunni!”

Looking into each other’s eyes they watch each other, the desire building with intensity as she watches him wank, it thrills him to be watching her as she pleasures herself. Luxuriating in the pleasure of seeing one another losing themselves in this normally private act.

Sharing it seeming almost more intimate that doing it to one another. She feels the incredible release of her orgasm and the fresh wave of her cum and then almost instantaneously he spasms and his thick creamy spunk is spurting out onto their legs. Entwined and kissing, together they shudder and enjoy the wave as they cum, looking into each other’s eyes.

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Romantics argue that the modern custom of marriage arose from the emotion of love; and that throughout the millions of years of our evolution, humans have always gravitated to exclusive pair bonding. Realists, on the other hand, argue that while love is nice, for millions of years marriage has always been more about male possessiveness and the female need for support and protection –a matter of security more than emotion. I argue that neither of these is correct. What actually caused the invention of marriage was something else entirely.

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To understand the genesis of marriage, we have to look back 12,000 years. An ice age had ended, the rains had returned, and the land was blooming bountifully. The humans who had lived through the ice age were hardy clans of hunter-gatherers who roamed the wilderness in bands of twenty or so members. Their lifestyle had changed only a little over a thousand millennia. They had acquired the use of fire. They had developed weapons to hunt and thereby obtained leather, sinew, and bone. They had learned how to clear a convenient cave or build a temporary shelter to use for a few days until their foraging needs pushed then onward. They even understood that fruit trees would sometimes grow from rotten fruit or seeds discarded on the ground, but in most regards, they lived the way their ancestors had lived for millions of years. However, this was all about to change drastically.

Their traditional lifestyle was difficult on its best day. Predators, accidents, illness, and starvation all worked to keep their population low. Nor could they depend on the presence of neighboring clans for support in difficult times. While certainly aware of any other nearby clans, they studiously avoided them. Competition for food is never a good thing, and communication was impossible, as the clans rarely shared a language. Only the rarity of neighbors prevented frequent, serious conflict. However, as the bounty of the land increased, so too did the membership of the clans. Despite the bounty, population pressure escalated, and fighting started to break out. It was a time of great danger, but also a time of great promise.

If the legend of Adam and Eve is correct, it was a woman who finally envisioned a solution. You can almost hear her words as she stands in front of her hungry clan as they sit around the evening fire dejectedly.

“Look, people, I am tired of walking all over creation with a baby on my hip to get to a fig tree only to find that those jerks on the other side of the valley got there first and ate all the figs. I am tired of falling down treacherous paths because the rain eroded the footing. I am tired of losing my kids to hungry wolves and flooded streams. And, I’m really tired of being hungry all the time – breastfeeding mothers are ravenous, you know. I’ve had enough!”

“Consider this. Instead of always traveling to where the food is, why don’t we bring the food to us? Do you see that field right over there? As an experiment, when we were here last year, I scattered a handful of wheat nuts on the ground to see what would happen. Look now! There are more young wheat stalks than we can count. If we scatter a whole bunch more, that one field would hold more wheat than our clan could eat in an entire winter. Also, do you see that hilly little valley over there? Two summers ago, I threw a rotten apple there. Look at it now — there is a good young apple tree there. In a few months, it will be full of fruit. If we plant a bunch of other fruit and nut trees, in a few summers we would be rolling in food. We could even bring some of those melon plants we like from that dangerous place down the river and plant them right here in a safe place over by the stream. If we do it right, we might never have to go anywhere for food or water ever again. Everything we need will be right here!”

“Then, here on this rise, we could build a big lodge strong enough to keep out the wolves and wild cats. We could take our time and make it permanent and strong because we would never have to leave it behind, and we would never have to sleep out in the rain again.”

“Now that I think about, there’s lots of other stuff, too. In addition to being hard and dangerous, all this traveling takes a lot of time. If we were not traveling constantly, we would have lots of extra time to make baskets to store extra nuts and seeds for winter, and we could make extra weapons and tools, too. The great part is we could never do that before. We always had to leave anything behind that we could not carry. Usually, it was gone forever. Now, we can make all the extra stuff we want and keep it forever!”

By the time Eve had finished speaking, she knew that the idea was a big hit, particularly with the other women. Most of the men did not seem as sold on the idea, but they went along with it for the sake of the women. Over the course of the next balçova escort few years, the clan built an abundant, comfortable, and safe new lifestyle. Farming was born.

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The establishment of Eve’s farm formed the dividing line between ancient and modern human society, between subsistence and civilization. Eve’s invention revolutionized human society, but in the process, she opened Pandora’s Box. This new lifestyle brought with it a number of completely unforeseen consequences, and adapting to those consequences revolutionized human interaction.

Among the ancient clans, mortality was high. The average life expectancy was only about twenty-eight years. On Eve’s farm, however, with enhanced safety and high food availability, life expectancy shot up into the forties. In addition, the female fertility rate, which had been about one child every four years for women between the ages of fourteen and death at twenty-eight, more than doubled. With less danger, more food, and less travail, the fertility rate shot up to one child every one to two years for women between the ages of fourteen and menopause in their mid-thirties. The net result was a population explosion. Eve’s farm started with one lodge and twenty people. Within five years, it went to forty people and two lodges. In another ten years, it went to a hundred people and five lodges. It was no longer a clan; it was a village.

This explosion had many far-reaching effects. The first problem was food. Feeding twenty people was a bit of a challenge, but the group was used to it from their clan days. However, when the population climbed, so did the food needs. Caring for the fields went from being an occasional task to an everyday job; the amount of land that needed to be cleared and tended jumped by a factor of five in just fifteen years. Unfortunately, all of the new mouths to feed were children — the number of adults had not grown nearly as fast. Furthermore, because there were so many children, the women were heavily occupied with their care and less available to work in the fields. Very quickly, this led to a division of labor — men and older boys worked in the fields and attended to the necessary tools, and women and older girls tended children and prepared meals. What had once been an egalitarian social order became stratified and uncomfortable. Further, since fieldwork is necessarily hot and difficult labor, the older men, who could still remember the relative ease of their old clan days, came to resent Eve’s invention. They grumbled among themselves about how the cost of the women’s new “ease” was the sweat and toil of the men. This was only the first of many fractures that would tear men and women asunder.

As the bounty of the fields grew, this brought other problems. The fields became the target of every sort of marauder, from wild birds, to insects, to foraging animals, to neighboring clans. While some losses were to be expected, and even tolerated, the losses grew relentlessly every year as awareness of the fields spread. Soon, it became necessary to begin to protect the crops, for this food had become the life-blood of the village. Yet, the die was cast. Returning to the old clan ways became impossible as their numbers had grown too large and the intimate knowledge of nature that had protected and fed them as a clan withered from disuse. Therefore, the clan elders decided to arm some of the stronger young men and have them patrol the fields, day and night. This was the birth of the military force. Fortunately, the population explosion had created a wealth of well-fed young men of abundant energies and blossoming strength. For the young men, the derived glory and social acclaim of these tasks made up in part for the lost joys of the clan life — though not for every young man. The segregation of duties was sure to create situations that elevated some men and deflated others. The chosen would receive glory, the rejected, shame. During clan days, the small number of men, the common nature of their tasks, and the egalitarian share-everything nature of their society largely eliminated such major social distinctions and vastly reduced the probability of male-male clashes. The village environment eliminated all of these moderating influences, and military training only aggravated the problem.

Another developing problem for the village was the birth of ownership. Within the clan, people possessed only what was attached to his or her body. Ownership of other objects was either unimportant or so obvious as to negate conflict. Further, the concept of owning such things as land or a river or a tree was nonsensical to them, even though they might occasionally fight with another clan over the fruit on a given tree. Within the village, however, the concept of ownership took on a life of its own. Because the people had created and accumulated so many new things, the ownership of any particular item could easily become bandırma escort a matter of some dispute. Further, the accumulation of a pile of things that was yours became a source of great satisfaction to many; and the loss of any of it was a cause of distress. To alleviate this distress, owners of objects prominently marked the things that were theirs with distinctive designs. This accumulation of stuff rapidly became yet another mark of social distinction — separating the “haves” from the “have-nots”. Similarly, because the village had invested so much time and effort into creating and maintaining their fields, and because their life depended on the safety of those fields, the village naturally came to think of those fields as their own, and the necessity of defending them only deepened that feeling. The confluence of these two problems — military service and ownership — ultimately led to the new invention we now know as warfare.

The next major nasty surprise was the “stranger” problem. Most clan folk lived out their entire lives never having met a stranger. They avoided or drove away the few strange humans they might encounter, particularly males. The village environment, however, presented a problem. As the village grew and the number of lodges multiplied, people became less familiar to each other. Over time, you would naturally grow closer to your lodge-mates (family) and more distant from everyone else because firesides, conversations, and closeness were no longer shared. The emotions, moods, and motivations of others became less clear and less trusted; minor disagreements went unresolved more often and created grudges. Though you might still know every person’s name and associations, an inevitable social distance was bound to grow. This created the need for completely new classes of relationships. Where once everyone was either clan or stranger, loved or feared, now there were a hundred shades of gray in between. New words such as friend, coworker, and rival entered the language. Where once everyone around you was trusted family, now you spent your days surrounded by people you knew and trusted less well. The village life had vanquished the old fears and insecurities, but in their place had created a hundred new ones.

Nowhere was this more evident than in the sudden change in the manner of dress. Clan members wore no clothing. For millions of years before the advent of hunting, they possessed no materials to make body coverings and had little need to cover themselves as they lived in an environment in which every human bodily function was performed in full view of every person one knew. Even after hunting commenced and hides became available, large hides were far too valuable as blankets, baskets, and rain shelters to cut up into small pieces for underwear. In addition, such clothing would have been horribly uncomfortable given the amount of exercise their lives required. Modern depictions of “cave people” wearing such attire are fiction – designed purely to assuage modern modesty hang-ups. They bear no relation to reality. Clan folk wore hides the way we wear a coat — they put it over themselves when they needed protection, and took it off otherwise.

This all changed with the growth of the village and the constant presence of strangers. Farming technology allowed for the cultivation of fibrous plants, and the villagers soon turned this material into cloth. This new cloth was cheaper, cooler, easier to sew, and far more comfortable to wear than hides had been. In addition, it was easy to dye and decorate which provided a colorful antidote to the growing impersonalization of the village. The final kicker was that people discovered wearing such clothing on a regular basis provided a psychological defense against the surrounding presence of so many strangers. It insulated them from disquieting feelings of vulnerability, it shielded them from the critical stares of potential rivals, and it could even add to their social stature in the village. Clothing quickly became very popular.

However, all the other problems paled in the presence of the biggest problem of all – sex. Clan sexuality was about as simple as it could be. Both men and women had sex with whomever the wanted, pretty much whenever the wanted. During an average day, clan members might spend several hours walking to their feeding site, another hour or so eating, and perhaps another hour gathering wood. After that, the remainder of the day was free time. While theirs was a strenuous lifestyle, it was not a hurried one. Remember: the majority of the clan adults were actually very hormonal teenagers and young twenty-somethings. It is not hard to imagine that sex filled a large portion of their afternoon and evening hours as they rested in camp. Nor is it hard to imagine a great deal of partner switching, as there were commonly unequal numbers of men and women. In order not to leave someone lonely and jealous, some people bayraklı escort would need to have several partners. Perhaps most people had several partners on any given day. Certainly, there was no reason not to; nor was there any reason to hide. Clan people grew from birth in an atmosphere of constant nakedness and sexuality that was as normal to them as breathing. To them, for a man and woman to want to leave the group to have sex privately would have seemed strange and dangerous – an insult to the rest of the group.

This sexual atmosphere changed drastically as village life started to dictate a new type of rhythm to their lives. As workloads and responsibilities increased, time and energy correspondingly decreased, and sexuality time along with it. The number of daily partners dropped, and the likelihood of being left out increased. While sexual frequency had decreased, the desire for it did not. Villagers began to experience a new sensation — horniness.

It might seem that the population surge would help this problem – that the larger number of potential partners would reduce the difficulty of finding a partner when you wanted one, but in reality, it only made it worse. Sexuality was the glue that bound the clan together through times of grief and pain. Because every woman routinely had sex with every man, nobody felt excluded; no one was a second-class citizen to anyone else. Everyone was valued and loved. The very size of the village, however, precluded this kind of egalitarian love. To have sex with every other potential partner was simply impossible — there were too many of them – even if the workload had not already precluded it. In short, it became necessary to choose. This, of course, led to the obvious problem — what happens if one person rejects the person who is trying to choose them? Sexual rejection created a particularly nasty social mess because of its high emotionality.

Dealing with the arguments, fights, hurt feelings, and disruption cause by these rejections became a major problem for the village because these situations could easily escalate to bloodshed, particularly if a member of the military was involved. To deal with these and other disputes, the once informal group of wise elders took it upon themselves to strengthen their control over village activities, and to get more serious about their leadership. They formed the world’s first government, and established laws of village behavior. Of course, if there are to be laws, there must be enforcers (the military — no surprise there), and there must be punishments — all new creations.

Establishing rules concerning ownership, work sharing, and food sharing was relatively straight forward, but establishing rules about sexual rejection proved maddeningly difficult. Who gets to choose? Is it the woman or the man? How is choosing to be done fairly? Suppose we require that both have to choose each other — how we can accomplish this? Could it be arranged in advance, if so, by whom and how? No simple solution presented itself. Following one particularly messy festival, the council threw up its hands and decreed that nobody could have sex at all. Sex was getting very complicated.

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It was during this bout of village abstinence, that one of the leaders, a woman named Mae, noticed something strange. The young men, while deprived of the opportunity to actually have sex, instead devoted that excess sexual energy to various forms of industriousness in the attempt to win the attention of attractive young women. Further, the young women clearly seemed to enjoy the help and attention. “Very interesting!” she thought to herself. “If we simply deprive the young of sex, not only do we eliminate the rejection problem, but we induce them to think more carefully about their choices, and they even guide themselves into a situation where they eventually choose each other. Marvelous! Not only that, but we get a lot of extra work done around here, in the bargain.”

With that, she hurried back to the council to relate her brilliant idea. The other members, while truly impressed by her insight, were nonetheless a bit skeptical. Old Walter scratched at his beard and spoke first: “My dear, this is all well and good, amazing actually, but I’m a little hazy on the timing. When you say ‘deny them sex’, are you talking about a day, or a week, or how long? And then on the other side, when they have chosen each other, how long can we expect to see them together before they get bored and wander off, and we’re back in this mess again?”

Mae looked a little puzzled. “Indefinitely, of course in both cases.” she replied. “Actually, the other women and I have been meaning to bring up another little problem that we have been noticing about this whole sex thing.” Several other women nodded agreement, knowing where Mae was headed with this. “We have been feeling a little, no make that a lot, left out of the sexual adventures around here. It seems that all of the men, even the older ones, only have eyes for the younger women. Experienced pleasure warriors like us cannot attract any attention around here anymore. Even smelly old farts, such as yourselves, who have no chance with the young chicks, still follow them around like dogs. It’s disgusting!”

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